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"Are you all set?" It's a question and a statement, meaning… a vocal answer.
"I guess," The Aztec man murmured, eyes focused on a single thread sticking out of their high-count sheets.
A sly grin is placed on Mizrak, who begins to push more into Olrox's view, falling into the sheets dramatically.
"You asked for this, not even two days ago" The Ex Monk teased. "On your knees for this exact thing," Mizrak adds, hands brushing brown knees absently.
It felt comfortable, not pushy. Olrox sighed in bliss, leaned up against their warm bed of pillows as his partner lay beside him.
He was giddy, nervous. Heart scattered at the thought, they had dinner as he asked, and now they were about to, well, um.
Olrox blushes at the idea, the mere catastrophic thought of Mizrak fucking him, while he begged no.
To stop, and that it hurt, and he couldn't take it. They had never done that before; everything vanilla and soft has been repeated probably a million times over their centuries together.
He's rambling, and Mizrak is blinking at him. Letting him go at his own pace, he feels so light and airy, and the scene has only begun. Olrox gulps deeply, unconsciously, then grimaces at himself.
Mizrak watches from the bed, quiet and fascinated, expression gone soft and dopey.
Fondness clinging to them both like a warm blanket as the snow packed on outside of their condo.
"Can I have what I asked for?" Olrox asked a bit rudely. He's flustered and desperately hard.
He has to ask for it, Mizrak had requested earlier in that referenced moment.
Olrox twitching on his knees, mouth full of his dick, begging him to use him.
A straightforward request to be stuffed full, while he begs and cries, no?
Olrox swallows spit again, body getting harder at the thought.
He looks down at his partner, "Want you to use me, while I say no, please?" Olrox begs quietly; it's the only type of begging he's willing to do at the moment.
He wants to start, wants Mizrak, to know he can start, but he doesn't want to beg in this way.
That's not what he asked for; he knows Mizrak knows that. That wicked smile, hands drifting up moisturized brown skin before caressing them back down again to catch a feel.
"Yeah, okay, baby," He states happily, still rubbing the other man.
"You know your safe words, I won't gag you."
"Just want you take it," He huffs
Olrox's heart picks up a beat, and he scoots away from the slightly taller, broader vampire. The intensity of the air thick, warming him, bones thrown to jelly.
"Come here," Mizrak mumbles, reaching over quickly. Hands flying over the surface of their king bed to drag his partner closer to a specific corner arranged with pillows.
***
The command was heavy and deep, exciting, leaving goosebumps on Olrox's skin.
"I don't want to," Olrox whispered quickly back, as the reach attempt was achieved. Feeling his body being pulled across the bed closer to Mizrak.
Bright green eyes meeting dark brown, "but I"- Olrox gets cut off, mouth dropping at the feeling of Mizrak putting his big hands down his boxers, palming his already hard cock.
Moving his pre around, hands heavy with some dominance, it makes his knees weep.
He cries softly as Mizrak starts to really pump at him, holding him up by his hips with his other hand, while moving back and forth harshly with no remorse.
He's on top of him, all around him, tongue in his ear, and jerking him off.
It's a lot, makes him want to cum, and then Mizrak's fingers pinch the head of his dick to prevent that.
Tears start to pool, the desperation already present, and the tears come sliding down his face, creating a pool down his neck.
"No, please," Olrox mumbled. He stated earlier; he wasn't really going to talk much during the scene, but things happened, and he was so hard.
Mizrak leans down to kiss the pouty lips, "No?" he trolls. And squeezes Olrox's hard, leaky dick while simultaneously rubbing his on his lover's firm thigh, watching as the green-eyed man starts to shiver into the plush pillows, black silky thick strands scattered over their multitude of pillows.
Olrox shakes his head, face flushed. As he does, his hair covers his vision as he tries to dislodge their bodies. Mizrak tutted in response, honey brown eyes tinged red rolling before he could even think of stopping them, and then moved swiftly. "Oh, baby, no." He quickly grabs a chunk of black hair, his grin tight with ownership as he uses the leverage to flip Olrox over on his stomach.
Olrox made a choking sound as he was flipped, feeling his partner shuffle a pillow under him. He quickly started to wiggle.
Everything was going so fast, the pulsating heat of his dick rubbing against the pillow brought him out of the moment.
The feeling of Mizrak rubbing his hands on him, big, steady hands gliding over the dip of his back over his ribs, he gasps, and tears well up again. "I said I don't want-
Mizrak cuts him off, with such efficiency that it steals his breath away.
"I said you do," Mizrak chuckles, shoving Olrox's pajamas and boxers down to where they pool at his ankles.
Head on shoulder, both heads knocked together, collecting the same air, Mizrak leans over and breathes in for comical effect.
"Just take it," the retired monk huffs, back braced solidly against The Aztec's back.
Olrox whimpers, legs trembling. "No," he mumbled, eyes widening, biting his lip as he felt Olrox descend lower, leaving sloppy kisses down his neck, to his back, then his ass, before squeezing him like he found some treasure.
Deep indents before pulling his cheeks apart, breathing his partner in, blowing air on his hole, chuckling when Olrox shudders in despair. "You're perfect."
Olrox shakes his head, trying to scramble for some semblance of decency. In any other scenario, it could be comical the way he wriggled in their sheets. Just as it was planned, the wriggling gets ignored.
Olrox sighs as he feels Mizrak place sloppy kisses on both cheeks before leaning in and placing his mouth on his hole.
Olrox gasps at the feeling, fingers gripping sheets and pillows, the quick prods and deep fingers following.
It's fast, deep, and everything he begged for while on his knees not too long ago. Olrox can't help but get harder in anticipation, his cock leaking pre cum.
“Adorable,” Mizrak rumbles, free hand sliding against the smaller man, before maneuvering him into position to be fully on his knees.
***
Fight or flight instincts kick in, feet flailing, hands in fists, they don't aim anywhere specific, mostly at the air, but the thrill is still there, as even as Olrox struggles, he’s still flipped.
Pillow now placed under his hips, pre cum already sticky and pooling near his navel.
He can't help but groan, feeling Mizrak sitting there, stiff, circling his entrance.
“I don't,” Olrox starts, it's a hiss, feeling the bigger man prodding harder at him.
Olrox leans his head on his arms and sinks into all sensations.
He can feel the lube and spit doused around, leaking down his taint, and the thought makes him redder, slowly turning his head into more of their pillows, black silk hair spilling over.
“You do,” Mizrak grunts, thrusting forward roughly, sliding into him deeply with no pause until he was basically covering the shivering green-eyed man.
“So, fucking good,” Mizrak praises with a moan.
Olrox grunts as he feels Mizrak do a stuttering trust, stuffing him full, like he can't get enough, knocking the breath out of him in the process.
Tipping his head down to smother sounds, long strands cover him from Mizrak's view.
“Nope…remember our deal.” The comment makes him whine, and he already knows what his lover is getting at once he says it, and in reflex.
The Aztec man slides his head up, allowing his lover to move his hair, so now his head was turned to the point that Mizrak got a full view of his face while they did this.
***
Olrox flushes at the thought, feeling Mizrak pick up speed immediately once their deal was set. It's brutal, deep pulsating strokes that poke deep in his belly. Brown legs start to quiver, Mizrak nibbling the tendon in his shoulder before licking up to his ear while violently thrusting, pushing his lover further into the bed.
Limbs still flailing as the speed doesn't deter, he can feel roaming pale hands on his back sliding up to grip the side of his neck.
Olrox cries more, attempting to move, to crawl, back bent, still attempting to flee the intense pleasure. “Hurts, it's too fast, you-
Drools begin to collect in his mouth, words becoming hard to articulate as he gets closer and closer to coming.
He feels Mizrak lean into him more, hefty weight on his back as his hips keep pumping, hitting his prostate dead on, weepily deep strokes, not leaving for more than a mere second before pressing in again.
Olrox howls, snot and tears clouding his vision, arms trembling as he feebly grips the sheets and pillows for some type of grounding. He’s coming, the intensity of it making his legs outright shake under his buff lover's form.
He hears it before he feels it, hot and deep, burning him inside. Mizrak begins to move his hips in tandem with the shots he feels, hand rubbing Olrox’s stomach softly, mouth latched on his ear.
***
“Mm, please.” Olrox shutters, back tense before loosening. Legs going numb in pale warm hands, they didn't move from his stomach, holding Olrox in the air there, on his dick as he continued to fill him up.
Olrox sniffles, hands covering his face, attempting distance.
Mizrak rubs his hip softly and leans over to stay close to the man, leaning into the cascading hair, red eyes bright, smile dopey.
“Ahhh, no,” Olrox sniffles, shaking his head but otherwise allowing himself to be dead weight as Mizrak flips him around.
Light brown eyes meet watery green.
“Such a good slut” Mizrak mumbles, disconnecting their eyes to glance at the mess between Olrox's thighs.
Cum smeared over his belly hair from the pillow, legs still trembling, inner thighs shiny from lube, cum starting to drip down his cleft.
He felt it. Olrox began to go redder, green eyes instead, aiming for the sheets.
Mizrak turns his head for their eyes to meet.
“Color,” he mumbles, watching more tears fall, which was not an unusual sight for them; some scenes were like that.
“Green” Olrox whined, pulling away from him, grunting when Mizrak pulled him in for a rough kiss, inhaling his lover's lips, pushing Olrox further on his back, rubbing his outer thighs absently before going between to clean the mess there.
Just like he asked for.