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when red and green's wedding anniversary rolls around, they don't aim for extravagance. sure, in green's younger years, he'd imagined throwing huge parties; crowding half the town into his living room, likely drinking until he couldn't see straight.
but he and red just aren't like that. red has never seen the value in it - the luxury, the over-saturation of it all - and he's never cared about showing off with over-the-top displays and such.
it's exactly why their wedding never reached such heights, despite their celebrity statuses. green had briefly cared about impressing people - his gramps, fellow champions and gym leaders - and he obviously cared about showing off his husband.
with just how famous red is, it would have tickled green to no end to be able to rub their wedding in everyone's faces; to tell the world that red was his.
but that's pointless, he had realised. at the end of the day it was about them; their relationship and commitment to one another, every moment that had led green up the aisle. all that really mattered to him was the look red had given him, the weight of green's wedding band on his finger.
it's our wedding, red had told him; not theirs.
so, they keep their anniversary quiet; make it about themselves. the most green does is take red out to a fancy restaurant in town. it gives green an excuse to dress up, which he always appreciates. red laughs quietly when green holds out his chair for him.
they talk over dinner, give each other soft looks across the table - even manage to make a competition out of paying. red insists he cover it, but green points out that since he suggested they eat out, it's only fair that green pays.
red begrudgingly relents, and green grins as they leave the restaurant, wearing victory like a badge pinned to his chest.
it's cool outside; a breeze following them home. red tangles his fingers with green's - thick compared to his own.
green silently revels in the texture and warmth of red's hand - littered with calluses - and listens to him hum a tune under his breath.
the quiet evening ambience is disrupted with the jangling of keys as they approach their front door. red opens it for him and follows him inside.
green chuckles as red twirls him by the hand, grins as he pulls him into an embrace.
red gives him a chaste kiss, smiling softly. green gives his shoulders a minute squeeze.
"you look handsome."
though always handsome, red dressed up tonight - well, by red's standards, but still. he wears a white button-up that hugs his arms deliciously, along with black dress pants.
for a guy that lives in jeans and ratty t-shirts, it's a big gesture. red doesn't see the point in dressing up, but he knows green does, so every now and then he'll indulge him.
green much appreciates the thought behind it, and he absolutely appreciates the view. there's something green finds so hot about red in formal attire - like he's a carefully wrapped present for green to rip open. he nearly jumped him at their wedding. he certainly had the following evening.
red dips his head towards him in a nod, as if to echo the compliment. green hums, untangles himself from red.
"gonna get ready for bed." he explains, walking to the stairs.
instead of following him, though, red trails into the kitchen, though green dismisses it - suspecting he's getting himself a drink or something.
green removes his suit jacket, and begins unbuttoning his shirt as red returns. with his back turned to him, green doesn't see the gift bag red brought with him until he's left in his boxers.
"what's that?" he asks, but he only gets a grin in return.
"you dickhead, i thought we said no gifts."
red waves him off before gesturing between himself and green, like he's saying it's for the both of them.
he hands the bag to green, eyes alight with excitement.
green narrows his eyes at him before reaching into the bag.
he pulls out a waffle maker, though it's adorned with a pikachu and eevee. the box details that it imprints them onto each waffle, with pictures to demonstrate.
red is still giving him that cheeky grin, like he couldn't be happier with himself. green shakes his head but he can't fight down his own smile.
"you're such a dork," he says, discarding the present and wrapping his arms around red's neck.
"i love it. thank you."
red's grin only grows, and he leans down to kiss him, wrapping him tightly in his arms. green sighs into it, tugs red closer by the shoulders.
as they separate, he hardly gives red a second to recompose himself before he pushes him down onto the bed.
red's back hits the mattress and green follows, straddling his hips. he gives him a dirty kiss - full of teeth and tongue, nothing like the one they shared by the front door - and grins down at him.
"happy anniversary, red."
red returns the smile; grabs his hip with one hand and green's hair with the other.
with their next kiss, red locks his arm around green's waist, pulling him flush to his body, and rolls them over. he immediately takes advantage of the new position; grinding his hips down into green's.
red swallows his moans greedily with triumph; licks into his mouth, sinks more weight into him.
green takes a deep breath as they separate. this is going nowhere near where green was anticipating. he was planning on teasing red, undressing him painstakingly slow, poking him in all the right places until he was begging to have green.
yet here he is; panting, pinned under red, wet and aching for him.
he wouldn't admit it out loud but it's a delicious position to be in. despite how intimidating red may seem to outsiders with his tall, bulky frame and brooding looks, he's a total pushover in the bedroom at times - so submissive, so willing to bend to green's every command and want.
green loves it; how much power red often surrenders to him, the love and trust he has in him.
but he loves this, too - when red wants to hear, to feel, to see and taste - when he forgets restraint, stops holding back, takes exactly what he wants.
red's plush lips slide against his own. he can feel them becoming swollen already, and red only catalyses the process; catching his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly.
he drags his hips up green's crotch again, only adding to the simmering heat, nearly unbearable by now.
"you're a fucking tease," he complains between whines, breathless.
red just grins down at him. he then unwraps his arm from green's waist to snake it in between their bodies. he has no trouble finding exactly where his clit is, and he rubs a circle into it through his boxers.
green bites down hard on his own lip, failing to suppress a whine.
red's mouth only stretches wider, eyes gleaming, and he leans in close to green's ear. after nuzzling it with his nose, he speaks there in a low voice;
"is that better?"
green's entire body twitches. he can't believe red; who everyone thinks is oh so nice, torturing his poor husband with his hands and stupid sexy voice.
"you - hah-" green interrupts himself with a moan as red draws another circle into him. "you asshole."
red just grins; far from offended. he knows green too well - if he's running his mouth like this, he's doing a good job.
red kisses his neck, mouth travelling from green's ear, across his jaw and landing on his lips. green exhales as his finger relents in its circling.
wetting his lips, red stares down at him for a few moments. green is about to open his mouth to ask if something's wrong before he speaks again.
"i love you, green."
"so much," he finishes. though his voice is quiet - hardly above a whisper - it rings in green's ears; so soft and sincere.
his heart melts. red is so open; so ready to proudly sing his love and praises for green at any moment's notice. he does it in his own unique way, and each time it carries the exact same meaning and weight; the devotion failing to ever rust or grow old.
"i love you too," his voice is almost a murmur, but red hears it all the same, lets his smile return.
he kisses green again before drawing back and looking over him again, as if he's assessing a stroke he's just painted on a canvas.
"you're so beautiful." red says, his hand sliding up green's body, landing on his chest.
green sinks his head further into the pillow, squirms under him.
"not too bad yourself," he replies, trying to deflect the compliment.
red hums absently, knowing what green is trying to do. he continues to admire him; eyes and hands roaming over his chest. his fingers dip into the gaps between his ribs, roll his flesh between them.
eventually his mouth joins in; gliding over each collarbone before travelling down, kissing every inch of skin in its path.
green knows that red can and will drag this out for as long as possible. he loves to slow down sometimes; touch and study green like this, as if he needs to commit him to memory every time, needs to test every reaction from him.
before green can even complain about the pacing, however, red starts slowly shifting his hips once more, reigniting the growing friction at green's core. he tangles their legs together, bucking his own hips up to meet red's at each forward push.
red rolls his nipples between his fingers, watching green's back arch, before granting him mercy and moving on.
green feels so impatient; so needy and wet, whining with each exhale.
on the other hand, red looks utterly composed; taking his time with each calculated movement, hungrily gauging and observing every expression and noise he pulls from green. the bastard is still fully clothed, too.
the train of thought leads him back to the restaurant; remembering how gorgeous red looked in his outfit under the moody lighting.
what if red had gotten impatient - had dragged him to the bathroom and taken him there?
green imagines red pressing him up against the wall; fucking him into it, his dress pants unzipped just enough to let his cock free.
fuck. they should try that.
he can feel that same cock brushing against his core now, though trapped behind clothing. even through the layers he can feel a hint of its sheer weight, its thick girth.
a lump appears in green's throat, remembering just how much red can stuff him. he sighs in anticipation.
red presses his lips to the centre of his sternum, lets the kiss linger there.
"mine," he speaks softly.
red doesn't say it in a possessive way - but rather declares it with pride. green is his, just as red belongs to green; proven true by their hearts - so full of each other - and the matching bands on their fingers.
nonetheless, green's ears grow hot. red's voice; so rare, reserved only for green, always leaves him flustered. if red knew how to talk dirtier it'd probably kill him.
when red reaches the scars below his chest, he takes his time there; kissing across each one slowly, tracing them with careful fingers.
his hands continue their descent down green. when spread-out, they cover so much of his skin. with his gentle disposition green so often forgets how big red is; how much strength he boasts behind those muscles.
he's drawn out of his thoughts as red squeezes his waist. one of his hands moves to green's hip next and squeezes again, like he's fascinated by how his skin moves under his grip.
red leans down to kiss him again.
"i love your body," he murmurs, and, seemingly growing bolder by second, admits; "i wanna mark it."
despite his heavy blush, green manages to retort, wrapping his arms around red's neck; "plenty of ways to ruin me, babe. just pick your favourite one."
red hums thoughtfully, head dipping back down towards his chest. he's careful to avoid green's neck, instead planting his mouth right on the juncture of it and his shoulder.
he starts by just sucking at it, but soon his teeth join his tongue and lips, and green pants as red bites his neck gently; scraping teeth along his skin until it colours.
drawing back from what green knows will become a huge hickey, red smiles down at him.
"what are you staring at?" green asks after a few moments.
"your freckles." red responds. "they're easier to see when you're blushing."
"i'm not blushing," green denies, feeling himself grow even hotter.
red just smiles, tracing a cluster of them on green's cheek.
"they're pretty."
he touches his shoulder now, following the trail of freckles.
"like constellations."
green has never liked his freckles. he's always thought they were too feminine; too distracting, and far too abundant - like hundreds of tiny blemishes on his otherwise clear skin.
but red has always loved them; just as he loves everything about green - even what he doesn't like about himself.
he kisses one now.
"it's like you're a universe."
"how about we save the poetry for after sex?" green asks, trying to get red to move on from his stupid freckles.
red pokes his side, raises an eyebrow at him.
"keep giving me that attitude and there'll be no sex."
"they're just freckles." green mumbles, though this is hardly about them.
he hates himself for ruining the mood. he's supposed to be hot and enticing right now, not battling his inferiority complex.
red sees through him, understands what he's trying to say. he shakes his head.
"hey," he says softly, waiting for green to meet his eyes.
"you deserve to be told nice things. i don't say them to make you feel better. i say them because they're true."
red's voice is firm yet gentle, full of sincerity.
green smiles up at him after a few moments pass, nods. it's far from the first time they've addressed it, but each time green feels the reassurance stick a bit more, feels that dull weight grow a bit lighter.
"thank you," he says, and he means it.
"you can go back to your teasing now."
red kisses his forehead before he leans back again, eyes dark, like they were never interrupted.
"oh, like this?" he asks innocently, as his hand lands on his boxers, thumb circling his clit once more.
"you're the worst," green manages to spit, legs twitching.
unfazed, red continues for a few moments before stopping to pull at green's waistband.
at his reveal, red touches his folds lightly.
he suddenly groans into green's ear, only managing one word, straight to the point:
"wet."
"yeah," he replies through gritted teeth; "all thanks to your neglect."
red is too busy ogling him to retort. he shifts his body down to settle in between green's legs, kisses his thigh apologetically.
from there, his thumb runs up his labia; draws a line from his hole to clit, before his mouth follows the same path.
green tugs red's hair, groans in relief as he finally receives some proper attention.
red's mouth doesn't leave his clit; wrapping around it, sucking and lapping at him with his tongue. he alternates between licking circles and stripes into green, hands squeezing his thighs.
"shit, you're good at this." green sighs, head fallen back against the pillow.
red hums in acknowledgment and green trembles, feels himself dripping as the vibrations run through his nerves.
red senses it, travels down to his slit to lap at him, groaning as the taste of green hits his tongue. at the second wave of tremors he feels his body drool again into red's mouth, who greedily licks him clean.
he moans his way through red's name, fingers brushing his nape.
red chases the reaction; loving the sound of his name in green's mouth, continuing to suck and lick at him.
red sifts, with tongue and lips, through each reaction; each sigh and moan and exhale - like he's studying green, memorising him.
red eventually withdraws briefly to take a deep breath, to glance at him. from here green can see his dilated pupils, can see the hunger - not yet satiated.
red looks down again, opens his mouth to exhale hot air over him as green gasps quietly in response to the sensation.
he places a sloppy kiss to green's folds, grabs a leg to place over his shoulder.
from there, red's hand returns; fingertips ghosting over him, giving teasing strokes as green's leg twitches.
a breathy whine is released into the air when a finger presses against his entrance. red circles his slit for a few seconds before breaching it.
green reminds himself to relax; body welcoming the finger. red gives him a few moments, kissing below his bellybutton as if to encourage him.
it's not long before another finger joins the previous, and red watches carefully, on alert for any indication to stop. he's met with green's sigh, head tilting back once more, and takes that as a sign to continue.
red's fingers shift; scissoring him before curling upwards. they search insistently, and he can just imagine red grinning once he finds it - a spongy area that makes green squirm, back arching with a gasp.
green tightens his grip in red's hair, keening with each stroke to his g-spot. writhing, his hips buck upwards against his own will - almost humping red's face.
green looks down again to meet red's eyes; finding them alight with a burning fascination. he leans down once more to kiss green's flesh before trailing off to the side. his fingers pause their strokes as if to give green a break.
red's mouth finds home on green's inner thigh, and he spreads his lips wide to bite there. green takes a big gulp of air and exhales it through a whine; skin ever so sensitive under red's teeth.
red's mouth continues to wear at his skin, insistent on marking the area. green clamps his thighs around him, grips his hair tightly, but none of it deters red - if anything, it motivates him; knowing he has this much of an effect on him.
green is close to opening his mouth again, maybe attempting some dirty talk, until red shifts those thick fingers inside him again. instead he's forced to bite his own lip to suppress an embarrassing noise.
another scrape of red's teeth, and then green is utterly breathless as another finger slides into him, curling along with the others.
red nibbles and kisses a path across his thigh, soaked fingers continuing to stroke green's insides. pleasure churns in his stomach; and it's like red is both the fire below the pot and the one stirring it - ultimately controlling the pace.
it's only when his mouth returns to green's groin that his entire body ignites at once. red's tongue presses against him once more; hot and determined to bring him to completion - to unravel him.
red delivers broad licks; lapping at him before wrapping his lips around his clit again to suck him off as his fingers keep stroking.
green fucking writhes like he's trying to escape his own body, hands abandoning red's hair to twist in the bedsheets.
he's close - so fucking close - but he's sure he won't be able to form a proper sentence to tell red. but it doesn't matter - red knows that he will; can sense it in the way green tightens around his fingers, how his body contorts and his moans crescendo - just as he wanted.
with another stroke green comes undone at red's command; body trembling through his orgasm. red coaxes him through it; fingers and tongue gently squeezing out every last drop of pleasure until green shakes from overstimulation.
red withdraws slowly, like he wishes he could stay there forever in between green's legs. he's about to step off the bed to fetch something to clean up, to end things there, but green is far from done with him.
he catches his arm, murmurs softly; "no, i want you to stay."
there's more to it - something hungry beneath the tenderness - but green doesn't need to say it. red catches it anyway, smiles down at him.
red remains between his legs; gaze soft, rubbing his thigh. when green reaches for him, he shifts up, leans down to kiss him.
the kiss is slow, almost lazy. green's hands explore red's broad shoulders; his biceps, his neck - as red's own traverse his waist and stomach.
green loses himself within it; opening his mouth wider to take anything and everything red gives him - like he wants red to devour him, to absorb him into his own body to become one.
red leads him out of his trance with a gentle hand as he ends the kiss slowly. they share a long gaze as the moment lapses into the night.
green's hands travel up to red's hair, fingertips ghosting over the backs of his ears. red smiles down at him sweetly.
"i want you." green admits between their faces - a secret just for the two of them.
red's thumb teases his lower lip before he kisses his cheek, withdrawing from their proximity. then finally - finally - he begins to undress.
red starts with his shirt, unbuttoning from the top. though he's fast green still finds the process tantalising, and he's not sure whether he wants to enjoy watching or skip to the end.
with each inch of skin revealed green's desire eats away at him. he fidgets helplessly there; chest rising and falling, more wetness gathering at his core.
red finishes unbuttoning, and quickly shucks the shirt off his shoulders. with the garment discarded green finally gets a proper view at red's perfect torso; at the fat chest he'd so enjoy sinking his hands into right now.
before green can even sit up, however, red is already out of reach, slipping off the bed to get rid of his pants. he slips them down his legs with haste and within moments he's hovering over green again - like he couldn't bear being apart for any longer than a few moments.
red's hands find purchase on green as he looks between their bodies. his eyes land on red's damp boxers; his cock straining, leaking behind the thin material.
it's a shame, really - but it's an easy fix.
red leans in close again, nuzzles their noses together. he's such an old sap - green thinks to himself, but he can't suppress his dumb smile.
green's lips are gently caught again, and he happily surrenders his mouth. his hands finally get a hold on red's plush chest, savouring the hum red makes as he kneads it in his grip.
red wraps his arms tightly around his back and waist before squeezing; pressing green into the mattress, pouring his body weight into him. green's groan is swallowed - as with the rest of his body - by red, who surrounds him completely in a downright intoxicating way.
green hardly notices just how much he whines and sighs into the kiss; losing all awareness of anything other than the man biting and sucking his lips.
green moves his hands from red's chest to hold his face; cradling his cheeks, stroking skin with gentle thumbs like he wants to keep red there forever.
red cradles him as if he never wants to let him go, fingers tracing his shoulder blades.
in an attempt to become even closer, green wraps his legs around red's waist, whimpers as a clothed erection pokes his folds.
red feels the spark too, and he rocks forward to reignite it, chasing that sweet friction. his mouth opens wider against green's in a low groan as he continues to grind mindlessly into him - not that it bothers green.
part of him wants the friction to last forever, but he knows it could be a lot better - if only red's boxers were gone.
green lowers his legs back to the mattress, pausing the grinding. the messy kiss continues for a few moments before red gets the hint and pulls back, untangling his arms from green.
lips wet and parted, red pants before he reaches between them, hand going to his waistband. green finds himself holding his breath as the fabric is pulled down and red's cock, heavy and leaking, falls into his hand.
green exhales noisily, just staring for a few moments. eventually he stretches a hand down to cover red's, unable to trap a whine between his lips as he feels the heat in his loose grip, notices how wet and heavy the cock is between his fingers. red bites his lip with a groan green wishes he didn't suppress.
his hands find red's face, angles it down towards his own to meet his wide eyes.
"can you give it to me, red? please?" he begs.
red swallows, cheeks dark in colour. he's utterly unable to deny such a pretty request.
cock remaining in one hand, red grabs green's hair with the other and tugs, squeezing out a moan from deep within his chest as his gaze is forced towards the ceiling.
despite his usual gentleness, red occasionally neglects to be tender, frees himself from his own resistance like this. during those encounters he'll hold green down as he fucks him, set unforgiving paces, kiss with teeth and other acts of the like.
green fucking loves it - not to say he doesn't love red's other side; his adoring kind touches, soft looks and praise. but there's something so satisfying - so hot - about seeing red like this, to be wanted and taken in such a downright primal way.
green can't look down with the dominant hand in his hair, but from the bottom of his gaze he sees red's own; his dark eyes burning holes into his body. he swallows as he watches red's attention travel down, landing between green's legs.
though he can't see red's next move, green certainly feels it; gasps and curls his toes as his cockhead bumps and slides against green's swollen clit. he's powerless to do anything but squirm and whine, hands dancing against the bedsheets as red teases, movement made easy by the growing slick in between green's folds.
like he has all the time in the world, red continues to follow a path through and around him; dipping between his puffy lips, tip poking his slit like a hint of what's to come.
by the time red's cock brushes his clit again green feels like a puppet on his husband's strings; body contorting obediently to red's wishes, performing and singing any reaction he pulls from him. between moans he takes a shuddering breath, pants;
"please, stop teasing me."
red stops, grins down at him like he's won some kind of competition between them because green tapped out first. its just like them, he thinks - to make a contest out of anything. their rivalry even follows them to the bedroom, it seems. he makes sure that red catches the dramatic roll of his eyes.
but it doesn't dampen red's sweet smile. he strokes green's scalp before releasing his hair, as if to apologise for tugging it before. when his hand graces his cheek, green leans into the touch before it travels down to his hip. with the new hand red touches his folds once more, though only for a few moments this time; spreading slick and his own precum through them as green sighs.
then finally, red grabs a hold of himself, lining his cock up with green. he looks to him for confirmation; receives a rapid nod in response. without further delay he grits his teeth and starts to push forward, carefully watching green's face for signs of discomfort.
green reminds himself to breathe, feeling a deep pressure in his body at the intrusion. red pants into his ear as he bottoms out, before he turns his head to catch green's lips in a passionate kiss. each minute shift of red's body echoes into green's own, sending heat to his throbbing arousal.
stretched around him, being cradled in his arms and kissing him, all green can think of is red; how good he feels, how well he's treating green. he wraps his arms around his back, legs around his waist, pulls him closer as if to surround him in return.
red takes green's embrace as a sign to start moving. with one hand on green's hip and the other bracing himself on the bed, he ends the kiss to slowly pull his hips back. as they snap back forward he greedily watches green, savours the way his lips part to let loose a groan.
red repeats, then again, eventually finding a rhythm with enough force to push green forward towards the headboard with each thrust. as his nails ghost across red's back green finds himself breathless, unable to do much other than moan and whine and red fucks him thoroughly into the mattress.
with each push of red's hips green feels like he could split in two, stuffed to the brim with cock. his body throbs and clenches around it, struggling to handle the onslaught.
his hands travel from red's back to his arms. when he squeezes his biceps, green finds red's attention is already on him, eyes blazing. nonetheless he slows his hips.
"oh, red-" he starts with a gasp, eyes lidded, just because he knows the name will rile him up.
it's satisfying to watch red's jaw clench, even just slightly. he chooses his next words carefully, rolls his hips upwards.
"you feel amazing. i feel so full."
with a strong hand, red grips his jaw hard, surging down to initiate a dirty kiss.
works every time, green thinks smugly to himself, mouth opening wider when red takes his lip between his teeth.
what he doesn't foresee, however, is red retaliating.
red separates their mouths to stare down at him thoughtfully; like he wants to find the perfect words to fluster him.
and he does, as he murmurs softly;
"you're perfect, green. you take me like you were made for it."
oh, you fucker.
green mouth opens in a choked "oh" and he feels himself blush deeply from his cheeks to chest, body clenching down again against his own will. embarrassed, he tries to turn away but red's hand remains firmly on his jaw, squeezes gently.
he meets red's eyes, spots his shit-eating grin, which seems to spell something like; well, you started it.
"yeah, whatever, you win with that one." he grumbles, but his voice doesn't carry any real malice.
red just looks at him fondly, strokes his chin with a thumb. a few moments pass between them; just staring at each other like two idiots in love.
smiling once more, red's hand travels down to grip the back of one of green's thighs. with no resistance from him, he easily bends it towards green's chest and spreads his legs wider, bucks his hips forward slightly as if to test the new position.
he leans forward, hand bracing himself next to green's head. red's frame towers over and shadows his own, reminding him once more of red's silent strength, how easily he could overpower green if he wished to.
he shivers at the thought. though not one to completely submit so willingly or often, green feels a carnal desire to just be used.
he exhales shakily as red resumes his powerful strokes; starting slowly before he eventually reaches his previous force and momentum.
green moans the loudest he has tonight, spurred on by the sensation of red somehow penetrating him even deeper than before.
his hands flail widely, eventually finding purchase in the sheets; twisting within them in order to ground himself.
though torn between closing his eyes or keeping them open he chooses the latter, enthralled by red's own visible pleasure; head hanging low, lips drawn back and teeth clenched in a silent snarl.
it drives green wild.
"red, red-" he begins gasping routinely in between moans, and the man in question only responds with a rumble from deep within his chest, thrusting even harder.
green arches his back as if presenting himself, tries his best to match red's strokes with his own hips.
"don't stop," he begs, his voice akin to a whimper.
red leans down towards his ear to reply; as if the world isn't allowed to hear him, voice reserved for green only.
"won't." he pants there, teeth gritted, before adding; "not until i make you come again."
holy shit, green thinks as he whines in response, wondering when red learnt to talk so dirty. green's own filthy mouth must have rubbed off on him.
his body responds, clenching down once more as if trying to trap red there forever. red groans quietly at the tight warmth around him, as if trying to hide it.
"don't hide it. wanna hear you, please." green pleads desperately, savagely driven towards further pleasure by red's noises.
red briefly glances at him, almost sheepish, before ducking his head once more towards his heaving chest. he inhales deeply, releasing his breath with a loud groan, hand clenching into a fist at green's side.
fuck.
green's eyes flutter as he echoes red, relishing in red's moans and grunts - as if they're forming a choir.
fingers dig harshly into green's thigh, hard enough to leave bruises that he'll surely admire later.
as red lifts green's leg even higher, he almost sobs at the new angle, overcome with a pleasure only red can bring him.
each time red rams his hips forward green feels it in his chest and stomach, ecstasy sparking up his spine and throughout his entire body. red's heavy balls collide with his ass with a loud slap with each thrust.
green feels his second and final orgasm rapidly approaching. somehow red senses it - picks up on his clenched body - and he chases it as if it was running from him, so desperate to witness yet another of green's peaks.
he's glad red knows, because when he tries to open his mouth all that leaves it is a mix of a choked groan and a loud mmmph! - unable to form any coherent sentence anymore.
a few more hard thrusts from red and green comes undone; head thrown back as far as it can go, back arched high and mouth hanging open through a particularly loud moan.
red doesn't relent, however - continuing to plough him deep into the mattress, also groaning at the newfound and overwhelming wet tightness of green.
green trembles wildly, shuddering without restraint as red milks his pleasure eagerly as if it was his own. and it is, in a sense - red has always found the most joy in the bedroom from making green completely satisfied like this.
senses overloaded in the best way possible, red continues to guide green through his powerful orgasm, trying to please him as best he can. his efforts are more than enough for green.
as the peak subsides, red doesn't stop the push and pull of his hips. he's always possessed a downright absurd stamina - not that green minds in the slightest bit (quite the contrary, in fact).
though continuing for a short while, green senses red's own orgasm - his crescendo - drawing closer; made evident by his chorus of groans, the way his consistent rhythm devolves into a haphazard array of thrusts.
green purposefully clenches his core once more around him, bringing forth red's shaky breath.
"inside, inside-" green quickly requests; locking his legs around him, ankles pressing into his ass - so desperate to feel red in the most intimate way possible.
indulging his plea, red thrusts a few more times before his hand abandons green's thigh; arm wrapping around his waist tightly, pulling him flush to his body.
he presses in as deep as he can go, unraveling with a loud groan. green feels utter bliss overcome him at the sensation of red emptying himself inside him, shuddering as if he were experiencing the orgasm himself.
somewhere throughout it red surges down to kiss him clumsily, still experiencing his peak, and green reciprocates eagerly.
lips sliding against one other, he stills ruts messily into green, unloading every fragment of pleasure he can find out of his body and into green's, moaning into his mouth.
red humps him weakly for a further few moments, wanting to wring out every last drop of ecstasy.
as he eventually slows to a stop, he pulls away to lean his head on green's chest, panting. green rubs circles into his back, patiently waiting for red to find his composure.
as he pulls out, green can already feel him draining from his body.
though tempted to skip cleaning up for now, he's certain he'd regret it in the morning.
though exhausted, he makes a move to rise from the bed to fetch a washcloth.
before he can, however, red pushes his chest down gently to cease his efforts.
instead he climbs off of green and the bed, heading to the bathroom to fetch one himself. his heart swells in fondness for him.
as red returns he cleans green off the best he can, careful to be gentle while wiping green's core, puffy lips ever so sensitive.
discarding the cloth on the floor to worry about later, red finds his place next to him, and they lay there, still for a few moments, catching their breaths.
though somewhat tempted by a second round (though third for him, technically), green finds himself utterly satiated. by the relaxed look on red's otherwise flushed face, he clearly feels the same way.
maybe later.
red shifts his body to face him, smiling softly, reaching for him.
"you're all sweaty," green says, though deep down he doesn't mind.
red hums in agreement, though he draws closer nonetheless without any concern. green accepts his embrace happily. they can both shower in the morning - maybe even together.
green kisses his forehead as red's breath evens out against his neck, pulling him closer into his arms, chests meeting. green swears he can feel red's own heartbeat against his own.
his hand gently cards through red's hair as his hands slowly rub green's back. the contact soothes them both.
as red shifts down to settle his head upon his chest, green murmurs softly, still stroking his hair;
"happy anniversary."
red turns his head to kiss his collarbone softly, before replying;
"happy anniversary, green."