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There was a knock at his door, and Medkit set his book down to go answer it. When he opened it, he found Subspace standing there, holding a small bag in one hand and rocking back and forth excitedly.
“Well, hello,” Medkit greeted.
“Hi, Meddy! You'll never guess what I finally did!”
“Oh?” Medkit raised an eyebrow as he stepped aside to let Subspace in.
“Remember that super secret experiment I told you I've been working on?”
Medkit never liked the sound of super secret experiments when it came from Subspace's mouth.
“I do recall.”
“Good! So, it's finally done!” Subspace exclaimed and held the bag in his hand up higher. “This is it~”
“Okay… so, what is it?”
“My cure for insomnia!”
Of all things Medkit could have possibly expected, that was certainly not amongst them. It was surprising, mostly because he expected something… far more questionable. If Subspace invented something to help himself sleep better, that seemed rather nice, in fact. “How does it work?”
“You smoke it!”
“You… smoke it?” Medkit repeated, though as more of a question.
Subspace nodded and opened the bag, letting Medkit peek inside. The contents were a simple, fine, lightly lavender-tinted powder. It smelled horrible. “Yeah! Just roll it up, and smoke it. Then you should get a good night's rest~”
“You should?” Medkit asked, suspicious. “Subspace, have you actually tested this?”
“Nope!”
If anything, it was somewhat of a relief for that to be his answer. Anything was better than him testing on unwilling demons. “...Then how do you know it works?”
“Well, obviously I don't know for sure, but– well, I'm a genius, I'll have you know!” he exclaimed proudly, as self-centered as he always had been. “I'm confident that it works! I never get anything wrong!”
“You most certainly do get plenty of things wrong,” Medkit deadpanned. Had it been anybody else saying it, he knew Subspace would not take that statement lightly. Sometimes, he felt it was simply necessary to take advantage of Subspace's weakness for him. It was fun, but he would never admit to that out loud.
“Anyway~” Subspace chirped as he walked over to the couch and plopped down on it, “I'm staying over tonight!” he declared.
“I didn't even give you permission to stay.”
“You don't have to, because I already know you want me to~” he giggled.
“You are an asshole.”
“You love me~”
“I do,” Medkit sighed as he took a seat next to Subspace, “that doesn't mean you aren't an asshole. You very much are one.”
Subspace snickered.
Not even a full minute after he sat down, Subspace was climbing into his lap. He had since taken his mask off and was grinning mischievously. Medkit's hands found their place on his hips.
“Hi there~” Subspace purred.
“Hello.”
Subspace hummed and leaned in to peck him on the lips.
“It's already pretty late, Subspace,” Medkit murmured.
“I know, old man~” he murmured against his mouth.
“I'm going to go to bed now. You can join me if you'd like to.”
“Of course I'm gonna join you,” Subspace scoffed. He climbed out of Medkit's lap, and was already headed for his bedroom. So sickeningly casual.
Once in his bedroom, he changed into a more comfortable pair of clothes. As for Subspace– he had already rummaged through his drawers and stolen a shirt and pajama pants to wear.
“If you intend to stay the night so often, why don't you ever bring your own change of clothes?”
“Because I like wearing your clothes, silly~” Subspace laughed. Medkit's face felt warm. “Anyway! Have any rolling paper I can borrow, Meddy?”
“Check the third drawer down on my desk.”
Subspace rummaged through the drawer until he produced a few pieces of rolling paper. “Perfect~” he hummed and sat at the desk, opening up his bag of powder and awkwardly beginning to roll it into the paper. He was doing a very poor job at it. Medkit sighed.
“Let me help.”
“Ooh, we've got an expert on our hands, haven't we?” Subspace giggled. He moved to the side to let Medkit join him on the chair, but it was an uncomfortable fit.
“Can you just stand up for a moment?”
“Nope!”
“Of course. Foolish of me to assume you could do something so simple.”
“Rude!” Subspace whined.
Ignoring Subspace's faux offense, Medkit started pouring some powder into a piece of the rolling paper before expertly and neatly rolling it up to resemble a regular cigarette.
“How many do you need?”
“Just one should suffice~”
Medkit passed the joint over and closed the bag of powder. He rummaged through his drawer until he found a lighter, which he passed to Subspace. Subspace got out of the chair and made himself comfortable on Medkit's bed.
“Really? On my bed?” Medkit frowned. Subspace just shrugged his shoulders as he lit the joint. He patted the spot next to him, so he reluctantly joined him.
The smoke that filled the room wasn't necessarily unpleasant– Medkit had been expecting worse. He wondered what exactly that powder was created out of. Subspace scooted over so that he sat in front of Medkit.
“Wanna try?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
“...Sure.”
Rather than pass Medkit the joint, he leaned in close before taking a deep inhalation of the smoke. Medkit got the memo and opened his mouth, breathing in the smoke as Subspace breathed it out. They were close now, and something about Subspace seemed… different. Upon closer inspection, he found his pupil blown wide, and his cheeks tinted red. He was very noticeably staring at Medkit's lips.
“Give me that,” Medkit murmured. Subspace nodded and passed him the joint. Medkit inhaled the smoke and breathed it out for Subspace to breathe in. Now, Subspace was panting, for some reason. Something was stirring in Medkit, something strong and insatiable. Something about Subspace seemed beyond irresistible right now. Perhaps it was just the intimacy of the act. Shouldn't they be beginning to feel sleepy at this point?
They really were very close, weren't they? Then, just like that, Subspace was mashing his lips against Medkit's. Oh, so it really wasn't just him. Something had his heart racing, something had all his blood rushing south. Medkit pulled Subspace into his lap and dug his claws into his hips, drawing out a muffled yelp from the latter. If anything, Medkit felt he was experiencing the opposite of the intended effect of the concoction. What the hell did Subspace create? Did it really matter? Subspace's body was flush against his, their tongues danced against each other, and he felt him grinding down into his lap. No, it didn't matter. If he didn't ravage Subspace here and now, he felt he might have gone mad from lust.
Subspace broke the kiss to gasp for breath. They shared the same air. Medkit's head was spinning.
“I need to eat you out,” he blurted.
“Hah– fucking please, Meddy,” Subspace whined, already struggling to get his clothes off. Medkit helped him, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside, followed by his pajama pants and boxers.
Subspace shoved Medkit onto his back and positioned himself above his face. The way he looked down at him, like he wanted to tear him apart piece by piece, made Medkit shiver. When he lowered himself down, Medkit took his t-dick between his lips and sucked. Subspace all but screamed and curled in on himself. Medkit let him use his mouth fully for his pleasure, taking him with each needy thrust of his hips. Then, when Medkit experimentally pushed his tongue inside of him and Subspace cried out, he knew how he needed to finish it. Subspace rode his tongue, bouncing his hips mindlessly and chasing a desperate high. Medkit's fingers had dug into the skin of his hips, and he could feel the blood spilling from the gashes.
“Mmph– gods, oh gods– just like this, I'm close, Meddy, so close,” Subspace whimpered. Medkit had no intention of letting up or slowing down. With a few more thrusts, Subspace was coming on his tongue, and Medkit took it all, holding his hips firmly so he wouldn't try to squirm away.
“Fuck,” Subspace sobbed, and just barely managed to get off off Medkit before he collapsed.
“I'm not done with you yet,” Medkit grunted and got on top of Subspace, sitting on his hips.
“It– it's so much, Meddy,” Subspace whined, oh-so pathetically. It was frustrating how effortlessly adorable he was.
Medkit leaned down and scraped his teeth against the shell of his ear. “Do you need to stop?”
“I– I think I'll die if we do,” Subspace panted.
“I'll make it all better,” Medkit whispered in his ear. “Now, roll over.”
Subspace didn't even think to question him and rolled onto his stomach.
“Good boy,” Medkit praised.
Medkit grabbed a few pillows and lifted Subspace up so that he could put them under his stomach and waist.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Mhmm~” Subspace hummed mindlessly.
Medkit shuffled through his nightstand drawer until he found a bottle of lube. He warmed it up between his fingers before he coated his cock with it, hissing at the much needed stimulation, as small as it was.
Using his hand to guide himself, Medkit pushed inside of Subspace's wet cunt.
“Fuck–” Subspace moaned.
Yearning for closeness, Medkit pressed his body against Subspace's back, his arms framing his head. Subspace giggled pleasantly.
No longer able to stand waiting, Medkit rutted inside of Subspace. This got a lovely little noise out of him, and he desperately wanted to hear so much more of that. So, he rutted into him harder, trying to focus as best as he could on stimulating his G-spot as possible. Subspace was a mess underneath him, whining and drooling on the bed. Medkit wasn't faring much better, his mind unraveling from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Gods, you feel so fucking good,” Medkit choked out.
All Subspace could manage was a weak whine.
“Such a good boy for me,” Medkit praised.
Subspace clenched harder around him when he said that, and that alone nearly sent him over the edge. Medkit's movements grew erratic and desperate, chasing a high his body had been screaming for. A few more thrusts, and Medkit was groaning as he came.
“Mmm~” Subspace hummed, seemingly satisfied.
Unable to hold himself up any longer Medkit collapsed on top of Subspace. They both remained silent apart from panting and catching their breaths. Not wanting to suffocate Subspace, Medkit pulled out of him and rolled onto his back on the bed. Except, Subspace just scooted over and half laid on him, positioning one leg over his legs.
“What the fuck did you put in that powder, Subspace?” Medkit finally asked the burning question. Because clearly it had to have been that that made them both completely insatiable.
“I dunno… I can't think straight,” Subspace mumbled.
“Of course you can't,” Medkit huffed and pulled him closer so that he could kiss his forehead.
It wasn't long before Subspace was out like a light. In a very backwards sort of way, he supposed his little concoction did the trick. Medkit had a feeling he might wanna try that again, sometime. For now, he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep, holding Subspace close.