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For the last thirty minutes or so, Roland wasn’t counting after all, he’d been laying on the couch in Social Sciences, nothing but the expected sounds of the ocean and the smell of coffee keeping him awake.
Of all places in The Library, he had to admit this was the most comfortable to nap in — part of it was the atmosphere, though the company was also quite pleasant.
That day the floor had been pretty much empty, everyone else seemed to have something to do outside of Social Sciences, including the assistant librarians, which allowed Roland and Chesed to be more or less alone the entire time. Their conversation, the topic of which Roland had now forgotten in the mild stupor slowly taking over him, had waned naturally, an agreeable silence now existing between them; nothing awkward or worrisome, just the natural end of any unimportant subject matter.
Whatever it’d been… Roland’s brain refused to remember it, for some awful reason.
As the minutes continued to pass uninterrupted by anything unnecessarily dramatic, Roland was finally about to fall asleep proper. He wasn’t all that tired actually, but when the mood was this relaxing, it was only understandable to take a nap or two… Right?
And he would have, quite happily in fact, but before his body decided to allow him the rest, Roland heard the slight creaking of floorboards being walked on. It wasn’t anything heavy pressing them, nothing heavier than a person anyway, but Roland simply couldn’t ignore the sound.
He was also unable to ignore the extra weight on the couch, a body now crawling on top of his own, a pair of thighs trying to frame Roland’s in what little space they had to do so.
“Sir fixer~” Chesed whispered, his gentle, teasing tone carrying what Roland could easily guess was an impressive collection of indiscretions he was thinking about. “I know you’re awake~”
“Hm?” Roland hummed nonchalantly, opening a single eye to stare up at Chesed.
His jacket and necktie were gone, left who-knew-where, and his shirt was a tad opened, just enough that — in his current position, on top of him — Roland could see the tiniest peek of Chesed’s chest. The smile Chesed sported had a certain tipsiness to it, as if he was drunk on his desire alone.
It wasn't the first time Roland was on the receiving end of such an expression, but Chesed had a tendency to be a lot more… subdued, about such things. Seeing him that shamelessly excited did things to Roland he was, if he was to be genuinely honest, a little embarrassed of himself for.
“Anything you need, choupinet?” Roland laid a hand on Chesed’s neck, pushing it down slowly, the tips of his fingers barely touching the skin still hidden by Chesed’s shirt.
“I think you know what I want~” He giggled, lowering himself a little more, their chests almost pressed against one another.
Roland stared with a single open eye as Chesed deliberately licked his lips, his desire so painfully obvious in the action, so utterly wanton, it made Roland gulp audibly. His other hand sneaked between the end of Chesed’s shirt and the waistband of his pants, Roland’s nails digging into Chesed’s skin through his gloves.
“I don’t think I know exactly what you want, chouchou.” Roland smiled up at him, giving a single, harsh squish to Chesed’s breast.
Chesed only giggled in response, his entire body tense in the way only those insanely full of excitement could be. He heard, more than saw, his belt buckle being pulled and pushed until opened, the belt promptly taken off and thrown onto the floor afterwards. There it was again, in the way Chesed dragged his pants and underwear down, that frenzied need that Roland didn’t often see — it was intimidating enough to make him gulp again, the contrast between the Chesed he was so used to seeing and the animal on his lap more than noticeable.
“Do I need to tell you, Sir Fixer~? Can’t you guess~?” Another giggle, another light lick over his lips, followed by Chesed’s dainty fingers taking hold of his cock. “I’m grabbing it right now~”
He’d called Chesed’s fingers ‘dainty,’ of all things, but his touch was almost painfully delicate, each lil pump slow and deliberate, the slightest scrap of his nails making Roland’s entire body shiver. Chesed’s eyes were firmly planted on the movements of his own hand, a curious interest easily confused with the inexperience of a virgin trying the act for the first time, although Roland knew better than to believe Chesed to be innocent.
If he’d ever been innocent, however meaning one wanted to give that word, it surely had been quite a long time before they’d met, of that Roland was sure.
The hold he’d kept on Chesed’s waist intensified, surely leaving bruises neither would notice until several hours later, Roland’s other hand abandoning the comfort of Chesed’s chest to open his shirt, exposing most of it to the cold air of his floor. Chesed’s squirms afterwards were unabashedly joyful, perhaps expecting the same or more than what he was doing — and would do — to Roland in return; a completely understandable, nevermind more than fair, exchange in this situation.
Such things would need to wait however, since Chesed gave him no time to do anything afterwards, lowering himself until the head of Roland’s cock was pressed against his cheek. Chesed was simply showing off, pushing it against his face playfully for Roland to see, fingers still rubbing up and down rhythmically; the effect would’ve been the same without all the teasing though, with Roland groaning and visibly resisting the urge to thrust into either Chesed’s hand or mouth, hips practically writhing.
First there was a long lick, purposefully sluggish, from the base of his cock to the tip, Chesed staring at Roland’s face the entire time he caressed him with his tongue. He placed a small kiss at the top, right over its crown, attempting to wrap his tongue around his foreskin next; every lick became a kiss when the initial touch had ended, and every kiss was followed by the softest of sucks.
One of Roland’s hands grabbed onto Chesed’s hair, pulling just enough to make him whine, his mouth still close enough to his skin Roland could feel the vibrations of such a sound on his cock. The grip he kept on Chesed’s head was tight, not painful but still bordering on it, the kind of attention that only turned Chesed into a bold, little beast.
He already was desperate enough today though, for reasons Roland had yet to figure out, so goading him into even worse behaviour was probably fine.
“You’re acting like a bit of a slut, no matter how adorable you are, Chesed~”
“You’re far worse, Sir Fixer~”
Ah, so they would be playing that game then? Better if Roland saved his best material for later, if that was the case.
With this in mind, Roland kept his hand on Chesed’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as Chesed went back to sucking him off, taking him deeper into his mouth with each thrust. Roland’s groaning echoed into the main room as his cock hit the back of Chesed’s throat, receiving a pleased, though quite muffled, moan in return.
Other than that, Chesed kept going, never interrupted by any of Roland’s own whining and wailing; every so often he’d take Roland out of his mouth entirely, just to tease the length of his cock with kisses, wetter marks left where Chesed had done so.
When he came it was inside Chesed’s mouth, not for lack of trying otherwise — alas, by that point in their relationship, Chesed recognised quite well when Roland was close and had refused to let him go, ultimately forced to cum in, Chesed almost choking while trying to swallow.
Each short, harsh little gasp that followed from Chesed, as he attempted to catch his breath, went directly to Roland’s cock, his own breathing not as ragged but clearly as affected.
Pulling him by his shirt, the few buttons he’d not cared to open popping out of their holes in the process, Roland brought Chesed closer, forcing their mouths to meet. The taste of his own cum lingered on Chesed’s tongue, and such things only egged Roland on, his hands pushing away Chesed’s pants and underwear not unlike he’d done so for him. It was admittedly a bit awkward, fingering him in this position, but Roland hardly cared about that now.
Chesed was already wet, already dripping down his fingers the second he’d pushed them in, making the softest little moan against Roland’s lips, and that mattered much more than any temporary awkwardness in their arrangement.
As he kept on thrusting his fingers into Chesed’s cunt, a fast yet shamelessly uneven rhythm that caused disgustingly wet sounds to fill Roland’s ears, he continued to kiss Chesed as desperately as he had before, barely separating for air. Even in the few moments their lips weren’t pressed against one another, Chesed refused to distance his face much further, kissing all over Roland’s cheeks and neck with uncoordinated abandon.
“Sir Fixer~” Chesed whined, practically wiggling along with his fingers’ movements, right on Roland’s lap. “Someone’s g-gonna wa-walk in and find us~”
“You shouldn’t have sucked me off here, if you didn’t want to be seen, chouchou.” Roland didn’t dare to laugh, his mouth much more interested in covering Chesed’s own with it, trying to quiet his wails as much as possible.
They would need to move eventually, though. If they both wished to remain unbothered for the rest of the afternoon, which Roland would’ve preferred — considering their current activities.
“B-bu-but Sir Fixer~” A giggle, drunk on pleasure, followed by yet another lovely moan. “I want you now… I can’t wait…” Chesed’s breathless voice never got old to Roland, forever doing horrifying things to his heart and cock.
Roland doubled the speed of his fingers’ thrusts, trying to keep a proper tempo this time, Chesed’s wetness dripping down onto the palm of his hand, until he came with a genuinely decadent sob.
Without losing any time, barely giving Chesed a moment to react, Roland pulled his pants and underwear back on — just enough to not be exposed to the elements, so to speak, — and grabbed Chesed like one would a large bag, getting both of them off the couch as rapidly as his body allowed him to. Ignoring his belt, along with any other pieces of clothing that had been hastily left on the floor, he carried Chesed into his bedroom, practically kicking the door both open and close, throwing Chesed onto the bed the second he considered it safe to do so.
Still paying no attention to the state of his own clothes, Roland sat on his knees right at the edge of the bed, between Chesed’s legs, fully pulling his pants and underwear off and leaving him naked but for his shirt. He could worry about his own pants later, once he’d made a mess out of Chesed, in slight retaliation for sucking him off in a public space.
(Not that Roland cared much or at all, but doing so then complaining when it’d been Chesed’s idea was unacceptable.)
The lips of Chesed’s cunt were coated in his own wetness, as it dripped further down his thighs, but they did not feel cold when Roland kissed them; much like the rest of Chesed’s body, they were also terribly warm, the small caress causing him to shiver all the same.
Chesed’s trembling hands grabbed Roland’s head, pushing it closer, at the same time Roland’s own gripped him by his thighs, making sure he would stay in place. The nails scratching at his scalp, fingers threatening to pull his hair as they carded through it, only goaded Roland further when it came to his original plans — to fuck Chesed with his mouth until he had no voice to protest.
Keeping a hold of Chesed had been a smart choice, as he started quivering violently when Roland’s tongue touched him. It didn’t matter much, considering his moans still sounded very much on the safe side of wanton, so Roland simply continued to lick at his cunt with long, wet laps, not too dissimilar to how Chesed had pleasured him. Eventually, Roland snuck his tongue between the lips of his cunt, lapping at this clit directly, every so often sucking it outright.
Those fingers in his hair began pulling, causing Roland to groan in turn, doing his best to keep on caressing at Chesed’s cunt and clit shamelessly, even pushing his tongue inside, giving a couple short thrusts before going back to licking. Chesed was always a mess when Roland took the opportunity to fuck him with his tongue, so it was only natural to tease him until he was sobbing and begging, in Roland’s mind, leaving him useless afterwards.
Which wouldn’t take too long — he’d already come once, and Roland had given Chesed barely any time to calm down, so it was only reasonable it’d take so little. One of his hands let go of its grip on Chesed’s leg, the other being more than enough to make sure he wouldn’t move, trailing up so as to grab one of Chesed’s breasts again, squishing it and pinching his nipple with no particular rhyme or reason.
“R-Ro-Rola—” Chesed moaned, whatever words he was planning to say beyond his name fully unfinished as he squirmed, the only thing keeping him from crushing Roland’s head between his thighs being the fact Roland continued to force them open.
In different circumstances, Roland would’ve taken the time to make Chesed outright squirt — he’d gotten good enough at it that he could do it somewhat consistently, something that made Roland feel a little more proud of himself than was probably proper, — but in both their current states it was surely a waste of time. Chesed had ever so kindly requested his cock, and it wasn’t often that Roland found himself on the receiving end of this sort of attention from him, not so blatantly at least, so he needed to take advantage of it while he had the chance.
As he continued to fuck Chesed with his tongue, Roland lowered his pants again, pushing his underwear down along with it. Perhaps once they were done, he’ll do as usual, throwing his clothes into a pile at the corner of Chesed’s bedroom, but for now his position didn’t allow him for much more than this.
He felt Chesed come into his mouth, his fingers scratching at Roland’s scalp the entire time, hard enough that he couldn’t help but groan in response. Prying Chesed’s legs open a tad more, Roland pulled himself slightly away from him, just enough to get up and accommodate his own hips right between Chesed’s. Roland stared down at him, his harsh breathing making Chesed’s chest move up and down in a rhythm that was painfully hypnotic to Roland, those honey-brown eyes staring back at him with a loopy, euphoric sort of shine, like he was capable of finding everything he’d ever wanted just looking at the man bringing him such fleeting pleasure.
(Had he not been hard, Roland was sure that expression would’ve been enough for him.)
“What’s with that face you’re making, choupinet?” Roland tried to laugh, the sound coming out far too airy to be anything but a mirthful little sigh, at best.
“Sir Fixer—” Chesed wrapped his trembling legs around Roland’s hips as much as his current condition allowed him to, and he would have pulled Roland closer too, had he possessed any lower body strength at the moment. “—are you going to give me what I want, please~?”
“In a second, geez… You’re so damned needy~” Roland half-groaned a response, trying to control his voice so as to sound far more put together than he truly was. It didn’t work very well, what with the light trembling in his body as he took his own cock in his hand so as to accommodate it right against Chesed’s cunt.
Chesed didn’t appear to care, or at least didn’t seem to mind perhaps because, desperate need making him act a little foolish aside, Roland was more than happy to be in his current position. Otherwise, Roland knew Chesed would’ve sobered up from whatever hormonal insanity had taken over him, acting like an overreacting mother to make sure he was alright.
Which was cute, and very sweet, though entirely counterproductive depending on the occasion.
There was a soft, absolutely precious whine at the first push of his cock inside — not an unusual sound from Chesed, always excited to be taken and receive attention, — followed by several more as Roland slowly continued to thrust until fully sheathed inside. Silly as it was, after such urgent need both showed each other, he’d rather take his time, if only to make sure Chesed didn’t get hurt. Not that Chesed minded much, having goaded Roland into doing just that more than once; their encounters were always different, in their own way, forever vacillating between making love and ripping each other apart for the pleasure of it all.
It was comforting, in its own way, when they felt like nothing else but two violent beasts. Or at least that’s how Roland saw it, too embarrassed of his own displays to admit so out loud.
Roland would never avoid pointing out how utterly shameless Chesed was however, sobbing and howling like a damned bitch in heat, nails digging into Roland’s hips as he demanded he move with nothing but whines. How a man this adorable had decided to wait for someone like Roland to come along, circumstances of his life aside, would forever remain a mystery.
He didn’t particularly feel like prolonging Chesed’s apparent suffering, although in other circumstances he definitely would have, grabbing at his legs and pushing them until Chesed’s feet were practically framing the sides of his face, Roland’s full weight on him as he began properly fucking him. Each thrust was equally hard and fast, surely as painful on Roland’s body as it was on Chesed’s, but it mattered to neither of them.
This wasn’t about coming, or even the pleasure — natural ends all the same to what they were doing, — it was the sort of venereal need to touch and breed that keep entire species alive, coated still by the love they felt for each other; scratching and bleeding for the limited seconds where they could almost imagine, as much as it hurt, that they were a single entity.
“What… What’s gotten into y-you?” Roland asked breathlessly, his forehead pressed against Chesed’s. He continued only after he received nothing but giggly moans in response. “You’re never t-this much of a… Ah, of a needy slut, chouchou…” His next thrust was even harder, if that was possible, causing Chesed to sob with the intensity of a dying animal. “Were you… Were you ex-expecting me to fucking breed you? Acting like that?”
Another sob, closer to a whine, dripping wet with excitement not unlike Chesed’s cunt did, so utterly soaked it was beginning to create a small puddle, ultimately absorbed by the sheets under them.
“Of course you were… You’re such a, ah, s-such a damned whore sometimes…” Roland mumbled, his grip on Chesed’s thighs only getting tighter, nails digging into his soft meat, never losing the harsh rhythm of his thrusts. “If you weren’t such a pretty boy, it’d be… it’d be f-fucking embarrassing, to be so much of a slut.”
Chesed came biting down his lips hard enough Roland thought for a moment they’d bleed, tears in his eyes, trying to not make louder noises than he already had. Intending on keeping him overstimulated, Roland continued fucking him, pulling Chesed’s hips up until he was more or less forced into watching the way Roland’s cock was pushed in and out of him. Soft, precious thing that he was, Chesed understood he was supposed to see himself be defiled and bred, and didn’t dare close his eyes as Roland muttered whatever filth he could think of.
By the time Roland came, his legs were shaking and there was a consistent burning sensation in his hips — not exhaustion per se, for he surely would’ve kept going if he’d wanted to, but just an incessant need to take and consume, to fill the body under his own, turned into a literal, unavoidable itch. Chesed, laying more or less uselessly for the last couple of minutes, too stimulated to do much more than make encouraging moans, seemed to freeze for a second as Roland came inside of him; this was followed by a full body shiver, violently visible, and a soft wail so ridiculous Roland would’ve laughed, had his cock not twitched at the sound.
At this point, he’d simply developed a weakness to all of Chesed’s noises, especially those made during sex.
His body naturally ended up on top of Chesed’s, once Roland had allowed him to ‘un-bend’ himself by letting go of his legs. Nothing but their combined breaths could be heard in the room for several minutes, a comforting cacophony that was only interrupted by the occasional light cough, Chesed’s trembling arms eventually wrapping themselves around Roland’s shoulders.
The second Roland’s own body stopped feeling sore, he would be taking the rest of his clothes off and forcing Chesed to nap with him. Hopefully for the rest of the afternoon… It’s not like either of them had anything to do, anyway.
“Seriously… What got into you?” Roland mumbled against his neck, once his brain was capable of remembering how to make his mouth move consistently enough to create words with it.
“Hm~?” Chesed appeared to have yet returned to that state, though he’d at least understood what Roland had said enough to try and respond.
“You’re not usually that…” Roland stopped, trying to find the proper word. Pushy wasn’t exactly right, and Chesed was plenty seductive, but not often in the way he’d been today. “... Uhm. Horny?”
Chesed outright chortled, holding Roland a little tighter, as much as his still wobbly arms would allow him.
“Ah, maybe…” His voice was, to be entirely polite, completely wrecked, but it was music to Roland’s ears all the same. “Maybe… I was in a mood~”
“You should be in whatever mood that was more often.”
Another chuckle, just as breathless and rough as the first, though Chesed refused to say anything more. That was fair enough to Roland, he didn’t need him to do anything per se — if necessary, he’ll find a way to put Chesed in that sort of mood all by himself.
It was just a matter of time until he found out how to do so, and Roland liked to think time was something he didn’t lack these days.
For now, all he wanted to do was to get out of his sweat soaked clothes and relax, take that nap he was just thinking about, and perhaps get into a not-so-dissimilar mood from the one Chesed had been in afterwards.