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John could see his eyes light up with arousal as his hand tightened around his throat, his fingers most likely leaving red and blue indents in his skin.
It wasn’t an alarming thought though considering the bruises and hickeys that littered his chest, but John hated to think that this was just something ‘normal’ between them.
Usually, he was able to ignore the degrading words that rolled off his tongue as he fucked Ocelot senseless but ever since that one night he couldn’t help it.
A forceful smirk tugged at his lips as he let go of his throat and watched as Adam gasped for air, whispering pleas for him to slow down.
It was all a part of the fantasy of course but still.
“I didn’t think I could bring a slut like you to your limit so quickly,” he snatched the hand pressing against his chest which was pitifully attempting to slow him down, and pinned it beside him. He could feel Adam clench around him as he squirmed beneath his heavy weight.
He always did love the struggle.
Snake growled as he pinned his other hand above his head before letting himself really chase after his climax. His eyes fixated on Ocelot’s parted lips and his eyes, which were struggling to stay open.
But just before Adam completely fell apart into moans and mindless babbles his idroid rang on the nightstand, putting a hold on everything.
“Ugh god, John-“
“Answer it,” The older demanded as he watched his lips quiver before he meekly took it and answered it.
“Commander Ocelot,” he answered, trying to sound the most normal he could be with John’s cock buried inside him.
“No shit,” Kaz muttered before sighing, “Did you find those reports I asked you to find earlier?”
“Yeah-I put them on your desk,” Ocelot replied, trying to avoid Snake’s stare.
He could hear a little ‘what?’ from Kaz’s side of the call “I never received any reports from you?”
“In the black basket?” Ocelot rolled his eyes, “I could-“ he bit his lip as John suddenly started moving at a thankfully slower pace than before.
“C-could have sworn I left it there,” he turned his head away from the device and bit into his lip harder. The risk of getting caught clearly turned him on more as Snake noted the precum that leaked out of his cock.
“Well, it’s not there,” Kaz mumbled, papers shifting around in the background.
Adam made a small irritable noise “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping anyway? It’s like almost eleven-thirty.”
“Since when have you ever cared about my sleep schedule Ocelot?” Kaz laughed sarcastically, “Can you really not remember where you put those reports?”
Snake watched Ocelot roll his eyes again before he spoke into the Idroid. Maybe he could turn this in his favor. Introduce Adam to something new while he was distracted.
Ocelot shivered as he felt hands trail down his sides, simply feeling up and down his chest.
He could sense Ocelot knew something was off as he changed his angle before giving a few test thrusts to see his partner's reactions.
Since when was the last time he actually got to learn his body instead of just using him as a fucktoy. He wanted to give him more than just pain. He deserved more than that.
On one particular thrust, Adam covered his mouth letting only a choked moan escape him as Kaz droned on.
Desperately he put a hand on his chest, now genuinely trying to stop him from thrusting into him.
“Yeah I know I printed them out-ngh” Ocelot resisted the urge to roll his eyes back as he felt John push up against something inside him “just-can we do this in the morning please?” He watched, stunned as Snake took the hand on his chest and brought it to his lips, cherishing it as if it were some prized possession.
Adam’s face flooded with red heat and surprise as he reluctantly listened to Kaz snap back at him.
Ocelot gasped and tried to move from the angle he was in as Snake started up his slow pace, hitting the sweet spot inside of him every time.
“Kaz I’ll find them in the morning,” Ocelot blurted, “I promi-se” He barely managed to end the call before the idroid dropped out of his hand and he instead grabbed onto the pillow behind him.
“Spread your legs more,” he cooed in a tone completely foreign to Adam.
He shook his head, afraid of being pushed even further “I c-can’t.”
“I think you can,” John smiled as he leaned over him, pressing his legs further apart.
“W-Wait John-John-!” Ocelot gasped as his small bundle of nerves was further abused by the intrusion.
Snake made note of how his hands avoided touching him as he scramble for something to hold onto. Something of a habit of course since Ocelot was rarely allowed to touch him.
Gently, John took one of his trembling hands and guided it to his shoulder, earning a confused yet awed stare from the Russian.
But Ocelot’s confusion was quickly snuffed out as Snake began moving at a normal pace, making sure to hit his partner's weak spot every time.
Snake watched, mesmerized by how different Ocelot was reacting. He was much more reserved now, biting his lip whenever any noise threatened to escape him except for the breathy curses he’d let out on any particularly deep thrust. Even more intriguing was how he moved his arm to cover his eyes as if he was embarrassed about something.
“Fuck-“ Adam whined as his nails dug into Snake's shoulder, “Slow down-hah-I’m g-ngh come too fast.”
John could feel his legs shaking around him as he tried to hold out for him. With a small smirk forming on his lips, he leaned down to his ear “How could I slow down when you feel this good?”
Adam shuttered and let out a shaky breath at his words. Snake had definitely broken out of character at this point, even going so far as to let out a low moan as he bottomed out inside him.
Ocelot gasped and took his arm off his eyes as he felt John’s calloused hand form a loose fist around his leaking cock.
“D-Don't!” Ocelot half laughed as he tried to take his hand away but instead John took the chance and wrapped both of their hands around his flushed cock.
“J-John” Adam whimpered, teetering on the edge of his orgasm, “I-I-“
“I want you to come,” Snake purred as he started up a quick pace with both of their hands.
Ocelot turned his head away, his face completely red as his hips snapped up unwittingly with the stimulation. His eyes squeezed shut, the sweet friction eliciting even more noises from him.
Carefully, John turned his face so that he was facing him. Adam’s eyes were still closed, as if that would help him escape the overwhelming stimulation of both John’s hand and cock.
Snake slowed his pace down slightly, wanting to soak in the sight of Ocelot falling apart, arching his back and letting out an embarrassing mewl that sounded so cute and genuine that even Snake blushed.
Even after the bulk of his climax passed, he was still shaking, clinging onto John as he randomly tensed and twitched.
Snake’s pace had gone down significantly now, his focus solely on the man beneath him as he pressed his lips against his temple before trailing down to his sensitive ears.
In the heat of the moment, Adam couldn’t comprehend John’s sudden change of heart. Like why he was murmuring the words ‘I love you’ which felt so off coming from him.
Neither of them ever really declared anything to each other. They just accepted one another and that was enough.
However, his thoughts quickly disappeared as Snake began to move faster, letting out small grunts as he wrapped his arms around his partner.
It felt fucking euphoric.
How John was pushing him into another orgasm was beyond him as he buried his face in Snake’s shoulder, biting at the soft flesh as a makeshift gag. Ocelot couldn’t help the whimper of overstimulation caused by the contrast between John’s little innocent affirmations and the violent buildup of pleasure in his body.
“J-John,” Adam couldn’t do much other than say his name over and over as white overtook his vision and another orgasm was pried from him as Snake left some ginger kisses on his neck.
John’s hips stuttered into him a few more times before a sweet sigh left him and his hands wrapped around Ocelot's trembling frame.
He still felt like John was still thrusting into him. His hips couldn’t stop shaking nor could his legs. It was utterly embarrassing for Adam, but it felt so good he almost couldn’t care.
Neither of them wanted to move or wanted to face the awkward atmosphere that Snake’s decision had created between them.
John was surprised to feel a hand combing through this hair- hesitant but genuine. He could still feel Ocelot’s body shivering around him, making him want to do it all over again.
“A-Are you…” Adam hesitated as he looked at the brunette whose eyes were still heavy with lust, “Is everything o-okay John?”
Snake lifted his head, seemingly surprised at the question.
“You just…ever since that night a couple of days ago you haven’t been yourself,” Ocelot let his hand fall from his shoulder in order to straighten out his messy hair.
“I'm just-c-Ah-Hey!” Adam gasped as John suddenly started up his pace again, somehow just as brutal as before.
His back raised off the mattress as he let out a desperate cry before his hands latched back onto the older. His nerves felt like they were on fire as John never failed to miss that one damn spot.
“O-Oh g-od John s-stop!” His legs flailed around him in oversensitivity. Tears began welling up in his eyes as he felt himself already losing what little control he had tired to savor, “p-please-Ah-!”
John felt a shiver rush up his back as he felt Adam struggle to keep up with his loving kisses against his quivering lips. He could practically taste his moans with how vocal Ocelot was being.
“Shi-shit,” The younger breathed as he pulled away from Snake, “f-feels weird,” he sputtered as he felt the mixture of heat and the sting of friction being to work in unison.
John chuckled with the remark, leaning down to his ear and nibbling it as he listened to his breaths and mewls that rose in a crescendo.
Eventually, John felt Ocelot suddenly spasm around him as he let out a curt cry before becoming completely limp.
By the time Snake finally pulled out, Adam was already half asleep, still struggling to regulate his breathing in his post-orgasmic state.
He couldn’t quite remember what John was saying to him as he fell asleep. Much of what he remembered was him raking his hand through his sweat-damp hair with an occasional kiss on his face. Ocelot had assumed he’d explain to him what exactly happened in the morning.
But as his eyes stared out his office window at the helicopter leaving the helipad he realized:
John never did and probably never would.