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Today was a good day– and if Lighter was being honest with himself, any day working on commissions with his favorite Proxy duo was a good day. Some commissions were better than others, sure, and for multiple reasons.
He didn't particularly enjoy the commissions where he was working with agents from outside the Sons of Calydon, and outside of the Outer Ring. It usually meant he was on babysitting duty, keeping the commission on track and assisting the Proxies as a buffer between the bickering respective heads of Mockingbird and Victoria House Keeping.
“Do I have to, Manager?”
“Please, Lighter. I need you,” Wise had said those words so casually, as if they didn't go straight to Lighter's head and dick. “You're the only one that keeps them in check. Plus, you three work so well together– you're an efficient team.”
Lighter couldn't argue with that, but he also couldn't argue with the fact that commissions with Hugo and Lycaon always left him with a headache.
“Can't we just tell them to fuck and be done with it.”
Wise's laugh is like music to his ears, “I wish.”
Lighter always agreed to take on a commission when Wise asked, even if it was with less than favorable company, because that meant he got to spend more time with the Proxy. Even if Wise was just guiding him through a Hollow, it was worth the hassle and the headache. It was doubly worth it if he was the one who ended up bringing Eous home – an opportunity Lighter's fought for on more than one occasion. Hugo and Lycaon didn't even bother to offer after the last couple of joint commissions, and Lighter hasn't bothered to question it. He deserves his prize of seeing Wise after dealing with those two.
But, today's commission was in one of the many Hollows littering the Outer Ring, and those commissions were Lighter's favorite. Due to the Outer Ring's lower bandwidth and interference caused by the Hollows and ambient Ether, it meant that the Proxies had to come to them. The longer the commission the better – there was a greater chance of the Proxies staying the night. Or even multiple nights, if the commission was really long.
Which meant more time he could spend with Wise.
Unfortunately, today's commission was wrapped up in a single afternoon. Still, it was a good day, and Lighter had so few of those. Though, again if he was being honest with himself, ever since Lighter met the siblings (and Wise, in particular) he had fewer and fewer bad days. In fact the good days were starting to outnumber the bad.
Lighter tries to hide the disappointment bubbling in his stomach when he finds the siblings packing up their gear into their van upon his return from the Hollow, Eous resting patiently in his arms waiting to be returned.
As he approaches the duo Wise shoots him a smile that has Lighter's breath catching in his throat. Wise reaches out to take the waiting Bangboo, now wiggling in Lighter's grip.
“Thank you for all of your hard work today.”
Before Lighter can even respond Burnice cuts into the conversation, “Awww. Leaving so soon, Managers? Why not stay a little longer and celebrate a commission well-done?!”
Lighter hadn't even noticed Burnice tagging along to return Eous to the Proxies, so caught up in his own excitement at seeing Wise. But boy, was he glad she did.
For a moment it looked like Wise might refuse the offer, but before he could Belle spoke up, “Actually, that sounds great! I wouldn't mind a couple of refreshments.”
“Belle, we didn't bring our overnight bags…” but Lighter could already see how Wise deflated in defeat. The argument was already lost. “Alright, we can stay a little bit longer. Thank you for your hospitality.”
“Of course. You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. There's always a place here for our favorite Proxies. Right, Lighter?”
“R-right.”
Try as he might, Lighter hadn't been able to hide his little crush from the girls. And once they knew, they all tried to act like his wingmen. Wingwomen? His infatuation worked out in their favor as well, as Lighter ended up running more errands for them in the city on the off chance he might run into Wise. He knew that they meant well when they meddled, too, and more often than not he benefited whenever they did. And this time seemed no different.
Hours later the sun was beginning to set and the siblings had yet to leave. Another win for Lighter, as it meant more time spent with Wise. They had spent the time chatting in a quieter corner of the Sons of Calydon hideout (read: Piper's garage) away from the ruckus the girls were making, sipping on the drinks Burnice had served them out of Steeltusk.
Wise goes on and on about a new arthouse film he had recently watched, Lighter encouraging him to continue and inserting an appropriate comment here and there. He enjoyed listening to the Proxy talk, could listen to him for hours.
“I'm sorry,” Wise chuckles sheepishly, embarrassment seeping into his tone. “I'm probably boring you to death,” his slim, pale fingers curl around his glass, eyes dropping to fixate on the frothy, amber liquid.
“What?” Lighter is caught a little off guard by the statement. “What're you talking about? You're never boring, Wise. And I enjoy listening to you talk about things you like”
Wise's gaze flickers back up to him, “O-oh.” His cheeks are dusted a light pink and Lighter knows it's not from the alcohol – Wise has barely touched his drink, and he wasn't flushed before.
“Uh, yeah,” Lighter flounders for a moment. “I may not be a movie buff or anything, but I've enjoyed every film you've recommended to me. I'll have to check this one out, too. You have great taste.”
“Belle would argue with you on that last bit,” Wise scoffs. His tone is only half joking, however, and Lighter doesn't miss the self-deprecation that Wise is trying to hide.
“And she would be wrong,” Lighter is quick to speak up on Wise's behalf. They've talked about their insecurities before – Wise thinks that he's boring, that he holds his sister back. Lighter knows this couldn't be further from the truth, and he knows Belle doesn't feel that way about her brother, either.
He will tell Wise that he isn't boring as many times as it takes until the other man believes him. And Lighter wishes he could tell him more, tell him how special he thinks Wise really is, without giving away his feelings. But Lighter is a coward when it comes to Wise, and he can't bring himself to say anything that might risk their friendship. It's too precious.
As if summoned by their conversation, Belle appears beside Wise. She's more than a little tipsy, and Lighter misses what she says to her brother. From the look on Wise's face, whatever she said he is not enthusiastic about. He begins to respond, but a quick series of unfortunate events unfolds and silences him.
Caesar quickly sneaks up on Belle from behind, carelessly slinging an arm over her petite shoulders and giving her a good jostle. On any other occasion this would be fine, but in her inebriated state Belle is caught by surprise. She fumbles the drink in her hand, freshly topped up by Burnice just before her approach, the alcoholic concoction spilling all over Wise's shirt and pants.
“Shiiiit,” Caesar groans. “Sorry about that,” to Lighter she doesn't look the least bit apologetic. In fact, if he didn't know better (and really, he does) Lighter would say she looks triumphant.
“Shoot, sorry Wise. Oh, no. We didn't bring extra clothes, did we?” Belle does, to her credit, look like she feels bad over the whole incident.
“Oh, that's not a problem,” Caesar gives Lighter the biggest shit-eating grin he's ever seen on her. Oh, that conniving little– “Lighter can loan you something to wear, right?”
Wise makes a futile attempt at sopping up the mess on his pants with a napkin before looking up at Lighter pleadingly. “Would that be alright?”
“Yeah, sure. That's not a problem. I'm, uh, nearby. We can walk.”
It's a little bit of a problem. Wise has never been to his place before, and although Lighter has never really felt self-conscious about his home before he certainly feels it now. But Wise thanks him, and the two head out. Although, the closer they get to Lighter's abode the more his nerves fray.
“Woah, wait. You live here?” Wise asks as Lighter takes the steps leading up to the door. It's a camper, an old one. It may have been considered a fancy model at some point in its life, but that point has long passed. It was the best Lighter could afford during one of the lowest points in his life, and really it has all that he needs – a small bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. He's never needed more, and he's never thought about upgrading… until this moment.
“Uh, yeah. It's not much, but it does its job.”
The smile Wise gives him is unexpected, “I'm kind of jealous.”
“What? Why?” Lighter questions, opening up the door and letting Wise squeeze past him.
“I've always wanted an RV,” Lighter finds that surprising, and it must be written all over his face given the laugh it brings up in Wise. “I know, I don't seem like the outdoorsy type. But just ask Belle. When we were kids I wanted to travel the world, see all the places I could only see in old documentaries. Places that– well, it doesn't matter. They don't exist anymore,” his tone turns somber. “Sorry, that got really depressing, really fast.”
It's a sad fact of the reality that they live in. They'll likely never see what's outside of this hell-hole. Not in person, anyways.
“It's fine. I don't mind,” Lighter moves to his bedroom, rifling through his pile of clean clothes. He finds a plain tee that isn't ripped and a pair of sweatpants. They're going to be too big for Wise, but really he's going to be swimming in anything Lighter gives him. He holds the garments out to Wise, “Sorry, it's the best I've got.”
Wise takes them, graciously, eyes darting between the clothes and Lighter.
“This is great, I really appreciate it. Thank you.”
Lighter waives off Wise's gratuity, “Again, it's not a problem. Really.”
Wise stares at the clothes in his hand for a moment before speaking up again, “Not to impose even more… but would it be ok if I washed up? I reek of booze.”
Lighter's nose wrinkles as he catches a whiff of the concoction wafting from Wise. It's strong enough he fears he could get tipsy off of the fumes alone, though Lighter knows that's not really possible.
He thumbs in the direction of the built-in bathroom. It's cramped, just enough room for the toilet, sink, and small shower.
“All yours. Gotta warn ya though, the water pressure's shit.”
Wise laughs again, “That's fine. Thanks for all this.”
“Of course. Anytime.”
Wise locks himself away in the bathroom and Lighter hears the shower turn on moments later. He stands in the middle of his small home awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Lighter settles for sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling out his phone when he hears the notification for a new message.
[Caesar]
Tell Wise that Belle is sloshed and staying with me.
Seriously?
How drunk is she?
Truthfully she's fine
We're trying to help you out here
Help?
This is not helping
Okaaaaay have fuuuuun
Lighter groans, pocketing the device.
“All good?”
“Wha– ah. Yeah,” Lighter jumps a little in surprise, having not heard the shower turn off, or Wise leave the bathroom. He has to physically bite down on his own tongue to keep himself from letting out a wholly inappropriate sound. The sight of Wise in his clothes is delicious, and Lighter’s sure the vision will be visiting him on nights to come. He's drying his hair with one of Lighter's towels, too, and in hindsight maybe gray sweatpants wasn't the best of ideas.
“Uh, earth to Lighter? Hello?”
“Oh– sorry, what?”
Wise hides his amused smile behind a hand and chuckles quietly. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, yeah– fine. Everything's fine… oh, wait,” Lighter remembers Caesar's message. “I guess Belle drank too much, Caesar said she's staying over at her place.”
Wise flops down onto the bed next to Lighter with a sigh, “I should have guessed this would happen.”
Lighter has to avert his gaze, Wise's movement caused his shirt to ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of his softly defined stomach and pale skin.
“Oh?” Lighter feels more than sees Wise shift beside him.
“It's– nothing, nevermind.” Another sigh, then Wise continues, “Sorry to ask for another favor. Can I… can I stay here tonight, Lighter?”
Fuck.
“Sure, yeah. That's fine.”
No, it's not, Lighter screams internally. Lighter doesn't have a couch or anything like what Wise has let him use on the couple of occasions he's crashed at Random Play. The only furniture he has is a small table and chair, his dresser, and his bed. Which means…
Fuuuck.
“Oh, hey,” Wise hops up, grabbing a tape sitting on the dresser that also works as Lighter's TV stand. “I forgot you had a video out. Have you watched this yet?”
Lighter shakes his head, “I haven't had the time.”
Wise flips the tape in his hand, checking the cover. “I recommended this one, right?” He looks up at Lighter and they're closer than Lighter realized – have his eyelashes always been so pretty? “Want to watch it together?”
“Y-yeah,” Lighter's voice gets stuck in his throat and he silently curses himself. “Sure.”
Lighter quickly hops up and rummages through his dresser for something to wear. He doesn't have much in the way of sleepwear, preferring to sleep in the nude, and he loaned his comfiest clothes to Wise. He manages to dig up an old pair of basketball shorts and opts for another of his typical black tank-tops which is just as threadbare as the one he's wearing under his jacket.
He heads to the bathroom to change while Wise sets up the tape. When Lighter returns he finds Wise lounging on his bed, checking his phone while dated pre-movie advertisements quietly play on the TV.
Lighter freezes, unsure of what to do. There's no way this doesn't end up being awkward – his bed, just like the rest of his home, isn't that big.
But Wise smiles up at him and pats gently on the bed, inviting Lighter to take the spot next to him. He slides into the space, their shoulders brushing up against each other's.
“Sorry.”
“Pfft,” Wise snickers. “Please, why are you apologizing? I'm the one invading your space.” Lighter tries to find a comfortable position, and he ends up bumping Wise's shoulder again. He bites back another apology as Wise breaks out into an actual guffaw. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Wise huffs out one he's recovered from his laughing fit. “This place makes you look like a giant.”
“Sh-shut up,” Lighter can't help but join in on Wise's amusement.
“It's not what I expected,” Wise continues. “It's cute.”
Lighter's laughter dies on his tongue, a warm flush spreading on his cheeks and across the back of his neck.
“Cute?”
“Oh– heh,” Wise's chuckle is softer this time. “Sorry, you probably don't like being called cute, huh? I promise I meant it as a compliment.”
Lighter shakes his head. “No, no. That's not it. You're cute,” he points at Wise, then back at himself. “But me? I'm– well, I'm a mess.”
He knows Wise has seen his scars before – some are even visible now, on his bare arms. Then, there are the scars that no one can see, the ones that are invisible and are in Lighter's mind. They're anything but cute. He's anything but cute. He's… he's…
There is shifting next to him, and the next thing Lighter knows Wise has moved to straddle his waist. Lighter is certain that he's passed out, and that this is a dream.
But, that's not the case.
Wise takes Lighter's cheeks in his hands, forcing their eyes to meet. He isn't gentle, either – he's practically squishing Lighter's face, forcing his lips to purse.
“You're not a mess.”
“Huh?” It comes out somewhat muffled, and Lighter thinks he probably looks like a fish.
“You are not a mess,” Wise repeats. The both of them stay like that, stone still, for a good minute. “Did… did you say I'm cute?”
Crap. I did, didn't I?
Lighter nods – well, as much as he can with Wise still holding his head.
Wise plucks Lighter's sunglasses off of his face, setting them aside and leaning in closer until their foreheads are nearly touching. Lighter's gaze quickly flicks from Wise's eyes to his mouth, where his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, and back. The movement seems to snap Wise out of, well, whatever had come over him.
“Shit, fuck. What am I doing? Sorry, sorry,” His hand falls from Lighter's cheek and he starts to move away, but stops when Lighter catches his wrist. “Lighter?”
“I am a mess,” he starts, because really, he is. For multiple reasons. Wise's eyes narrow and he opens his mouth, ready to refute him again, but Lighter doesn't give him the opportunity. “And you are cute. And you're not boring. You're not a burden, either, to your sister or to any of us. And I like listening to you talk about the things you enjoy. And I… I like… you,” Lighter tries (and fails miserably) to shut himself up, but the more he runs his mouth the closer Wise leans in until their lips are just a whisper apart.
Lighter feels Wise cup his cheeks again, this time he's much more gentle.
“I'm– yeah. I'm going to kiss you now, ok?”
Lighter gives the smallest of nods, the motion just barely brushing their lips together before Wise deepens the touch into an actual kiss. It's sweet and chaste and wonderful, and everything Lighter could have hoped for and more.
Then Wise nips and licks at Lighter's bottom lip, and all bets are off. Lighter plants one hand on Wise's thigh, the other coming up to cup the back of his head. He curls his fingers into Wise's hair, and when the man above him groans Lighter takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting past parted lips and licking into Wise's mouth. Lighter gets a hum of approval for his effort.
As much as Lighter doesn't want to, they eventually have to part for air.
“Mmm, better than I imagined,” Wise puffs against Lighter's flushed skin. He plants a wet kiss against Lighter's cheek before sitting up.
“Imag– what?” Lighter watches as Wise adverts his gaze, the pretty pink on his cheeks turning just a bit darker.
“I… like you, too. Have for a while, now,” Wise admits. “Belle's been trying to convince me the feeling's mutual, but I didn't believe her. Not until… well… when I came out of the shower in your clothes you looked like you wanted to bend me over and fuck me right then and there.”
Oh. So Wise had seen that.
“Haah, well… I certainly wanted to do something.”
Wise chuckles softly, “Yeah. I could tell. Still, I wasn't sure if you liked me or just wanted to fuck me.”
“I like you,” Lighter wants to make that clear.
“Yeah, I got that,” Wise's smile is more devious than Lighter's ever seen. “And you want to fuck me.”
Wise pushes his ass back, grinding against Lighter's half-hard dick. He fails to bite back a moan, his grip tightening on Wise's thigh as he barely manages to stop himself from thrusting up and chasing that delicious friction. Wise leans back down, trailing kisses along Lighter's jawline and down his neck.
“Wise…”
“Mm?”
“We should– ah… th-the movie. It's been playing. We should watch it,” Lighter's head feels fuzzy, and he can't trust himself to not do something stupid.
Wise hums against Lighter's thundering pulse, as if contemplating what to do next. “I'm busy,” he finally says. “Plus I've seen it already. I can tell you what happens in the morning.”
“In the morning?”
“Yeah, there's something else I want to do tonight,” Lighter feels Wise snake a hand under his tank and graze his abs. The touch is so light it almost tickles.
“What– uh, what do you want to do?”
“You.”
Lighter lets the last bit of his control slip away, his hands moving to grip Wise's hips and push them down as he bucks up against his plush ass cheeks.
“You sure ‘bout this?” Lighter's voice has dropped so low it's nearly a growl.
“Fuck, yes. I've been dreaming about this,” Lighter slips his hands past the waistband of his sweatpants at Wise's words, grabbing his bare ass. “Please, please, tell me you have condoms and lube.”
“Shoebox, under the bed.”
Wise leans over the bed so fast he nearly falls and hits his head. Thankfully Lighter catches him by his thighs. Wise shimmies back onto the bed until he's straddling Lighter again, shoebox held triumphantly in his hands.
We're really doing this, huh?
He sets the box down onto the bed next to them then pulls Lighter's oversized shirt off and tosses it into the corner of the room. Lighter immediately begins to explore the newly revealed expanse of pale skin, feeling Wise shiver under his touch.
“Gorgeous.”
Lighter is mesmerized by the pretty pink tint painting Wise's body. Even his chest is flushed. Lighter's hands trace up Wise's ribs and chest, and he's rewarded with a wonderful gasp as he runs a thumb over one of Wise's nipples.
But Lighter isn't given the chance to tease out any more delicious sounds, as Wise bats his hands away before gripping the hem of his tank.
“Your turn.”
Lighter sits up and raises his arms so that Wise can pull his shirt up and over his head. Once it's off his hands fall to Wise's ass, lifting him slightly so he can adjust their positions. Wise ends up in his lap, their clothed erections brushing against each other.
Wise buries his head against Lighter's shoulder and moans.
Lighter reaches over and slips the top off of the shoebox, digging out his bottle of lube. He tugs on the sweats with his free hand and Wise understands what he's trying to convey, slipping his thumbs past the waist band and pulling them down as far as he can in this position – which isn't much, but it's enough to give Lighter access to his ass.
There's a pop as Lighter flips open the cap of the lube, drizzling a generous amount onto his fingers before dipping down. He circles Wise's hole with a slicked finger, not quite pushing in.
“Tell me if it's too much,” he says. “Or if you need me to slow down.”
Wise nods against his shoulder and Lighter pushes his finger past that tight ring of muscle. Lighter will admit, he's feeling a little impatient, and after thrusting his single finger in and out a couple times he's a little too hasty in adding a second. Wise hisses and nips at his shoulder but otherwise offers no other complaints. Instead he rocks back, forcing Lighter's fingers deeper before his hips hitch up looking for more friction.
Lighter gets the message, tugging on the waistband of his sweats just a bit more with his free hand until he can wrap his fingers around Wise's cock. Wise groans, his hips stuttering erratically as if he can't decide if he wants to rut into Lighter's hand or rock back onto his fingers.
He pumps and scissors his fingers, working Wise open as fast as he can without hurting him.
“‘Nother.”
“Uh, sorry. What?”
“Add another,” there's a hint of annoyance in Wise's tone. Lighter doesn't argue, adding a third finger and pumping Wise's cock in time with his thrusts. Wise clenches around him, his blunt nails digging into Lighter's shoulders.
“Too much?”
Wise shakes his head, “Keep going. I'm ok.”
He's clearly not, his words clipped and voice tight – almost as tight as his ass around Lighter's fingers.
Lighter doesn't mention it, just slows his pace until he feels Wise relax against him. When Wise starts rocking back against him again he picks up the pace, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort.
Wise pushes against his shoulders and Lighter leans back until his head hits the pillows.
“Wise?”
“I'm good. I'm ready.”
Wise reaches behind him, grabbing Lighter's wrist and removing his fingers. He shimmies the sweatpants the rest of the way off, tossing them away with the rest of their clothes before setting his sights on Lighter's shorts which are tented and barely managing to contain his straining erection. Lighter lifts his hips, helping Wise as he quickly pulls them all the way off and tosses them away as well.
Lighter hears Wise chuckle softly as he reaches into the box to retrieve a condom.
“What's so funny?” He asks.
“Nothing, just… the only thing small about you is your home, Lighter.”
Wise tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth and Lighter thinks it's the sexiest damn thing he's ever seen. The next sexiest thing Lighter's ever witnessed happens next, as Wise rolls the condom onto Lighter's dick. Those slender, pale fingers look so pretty against Lighter's flushed and throbbing skin.
Then Wise brackets Lighter's hips with his knees and grabs the base of cock, lining himself up.
“Oh, oh you… you want to– ahh!” Lighter's words die on his tongue and a moan is ripped from his throat as he watches Wise slowly sinking down on his cock.
There's a new top spot on Lighter's list of ‘Sexiest Damn Things I've Ever Seen’.
“Fuck!” Wise groans, a mix of pleasure and pain painted on his face.
“Slow,” Lighter coos, hands coming up under Wise's thighs to help control his descent. “Go as slow as you need, sweetheart.”
“Sw-sweetheart?”
“Sorry. Not a fan of pet-names?”
“No, no, I like it,” Wise sinks down a little bit further – the talking seems to be a helpful distraction. “It's cute.”
Lighter's thumbs trace comforting circles against Wise's thighs, “Yeah, darlin’, just like that. Nice ‘n slow.”
Wise smiles down at him, “Never imagined you'd be such a sweet-talker.”
“Oh? And what did you imagine?”
“Honestly? Something a lot more filthy.”
“Dirty-talk's not my forte, but I can give it a shot for you, sweetheart.”
Wise shakes his head and snickers, “No, this is great. The sweetness is a nice surprise. I really like it.”
“I can tell, darlin’,” Wise's cock is heavy and flushed a pretty pink, slick precome leaking from the slit. Lighter playfully pinches where Wise's ass is nearly touching Lighter's hips. “Look’t you, taking me so well. Almost there, baby.”
“Oh. Haah,” Wise sinks down the last few centimeters until he's sitting against Lighter's hips. “I– ooh fuck… I didn't think you'd actually fit all the way in.”
Lighter tries his best to remain perfectly still, “How do you feel?”
“Full,” is Wise's immediate answer. “Good. And so fucking full.”
“Ok. Just go sl–”
“Slow, yeah. I'm fine, I promise.”
“Yeah, but I'm not,” Lighter is pretty damn close to losing his mind, actually. “You're so damn tight and hot. You're driving me crazy, baby. If you go too fast I can't promise that I'll last.”
“Oh, yeah?” Wise lifts his hips experimentally and Lighter digs his fingers into the meat of thighs in an attempt to ground himself and not just immediately shoot off his load.
Despite his teasing, Wise does start slow. And Lighter is so fucking thankful for that. His little camper is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans as Wise's pace slowly picks up.
Lighter lets Wise take complete control, each rise of his hips coming up just a bit higher than the last – each fall just a bit faster and harder than the ones before. Watching his dick repeatedly disappear into Wise's wet heat is quickly climbing the charts of Lighter's favorite sights.
“Lighter– oh fuck! Lighter!” Wise cries out after a particularly harsh drop, Lighter watching as his eyes nearly roll back in pure bliss.
Lighter's going to have to scrap his list of ‘Sexiest Damn Things I've Ever Seen’, since nothing's ever going to top this. Or, maybe he'll just replace the entire list with one thing: Wise.
But it quickly becomes evident that Wise went a little too hard, a little too fast, and his pace stutters and slows.
“All good, darlin’?”
“Ye-yeah,” Wise grips his own thighs and puffs out a heavy breath. “I'm, uh… my body's not quite used to such intense activity.”
A by-product of spending most of his days sitting behind a screen, using Eous to explore the Hollows. Wise doesn't live an active life, this Lighter is quite aware of.
“Want help?”
Wise nods, then yelps as Lighter grabs him and flips the both of them over. “H-holy shit. That was hot.”
Lighter files away the fact that Wise seems to enjoy being manhandled for later and hooks one of Wise's legs over his shoulder while wrapping the other around his waist.
“My turn,” Lighter smiles down at Wise who is looking up at him with wide eyes before snapping his hips forward. The time for slow has passed, and Lighter sets an absolutely brutal pace.
Wise melts into a moaning mess beneath him, encouraging Lighter to go faster and harder. Lighter puts everything he has into fucking Wise, praying that he doesn't break his bed and that no one's going for a late-night walk nearby. Wise is not quiet – hell, neither is he.
“Oh, fuuu– Yes! Right there, Lighter! Yes, yes, yes!”
“Wise! Fuck! You're so goddamned sexy, darlin’. You feel amazing, baby. And Gods, your voice! You're fucking unreal.”
“Ahhh! Oh, Lighter… oh– oh fuck. I'm cum-cumming.”
Wise spasms around Lighter's cock as his orgasm wracks through his body. That, coupled with his moans and the way Wise's face looks while he rides out his pleasure is enough to send Lighter tumbling right over the edge after him.
Lighter rides out the waves of pleasure until his thrusts stutter to a halt and he collapses on top of Wise. He's careful not to squish the man below him, but Wise doesn't seem to mind as he wraps his arms around Lighter's shoulders and tries to pull him closer.
“Mmph… I should get up and grab something to clean us up with.”
Wise shakes his head and his hairs tickle the side of Lighter's neck.
“Can we stay like this a little bit longer?”
“Yeah, sure,” Lighter huffs. “Lemme just pull out first.”
Wise's thighs clamp around Lighter's hips like a vice-grip, keeping him from moving, “No.”
“N-no?” Lighter's dick twitches with renewed interest. “Darlin’, I don't think I have what it takes to go another round.”
I don't think my bed does, either.
Wise hums pleasantly against Lighter's sweat-dampened skin, “Mm, your dick says otherwise.” He gives one more squeeze with his thighs before letting his legs drop down completely. “But, yeah. I don't think I can go again tonight, either.”
Lighter sits up and he doesn't miss the little shiver and sigh that Wise lets out when he does pull out. More information to file away for later.
“I'll be right back,” two strides later and Lighter is in the bathroom. He pulls off the condom and ties it off before dumping it in the waste basket, then runs a washcloth under warm water before returning.
Wise hasn't moved, but he smiles sweetly up at Lighter when he begins wiping up the mess splattered across his body.
“Thanks.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
There's a delicate quiet that hangs between the two of them as Lighter finishes cleaning up. He moves away to toss the dirtied cloth into the bathroom but is stopped when Wise grips his wrist.
“Lighter… I know we kind of did this backwards, but… this isn't a one time thing, right?”
Lighter drops the soiled cloth to the floor, he can finish cleaning up in the morning. Instead, he slides back into the bed, scooping Wise up into his arms.
“I don't want it to be, and I hope this is something you want, too. I want… I want to be with you, Wise, and go on dates and do all the silly shit that couples do.”
Wise snuggles up close to him, resting his head on Lighter's chest, “I feel kind of stupid.”
“What? Why?” Wise must feel Lighter tense under him because he begins rubbing lazy, soothing circles along his scarred hip.
“Because we could have been doing those things already. Could have been doing this already.”
Lighter cranes his neck to plant a kiss on top of Wise's head, “To be fair, the blame should be split. The girls have been trying to set us up for a while now.”
“All the more reason to make up for lost time,” Wise's soothing circles turn into playful tickles as he runs his fingers up Lighter's ribs.
“He-hey!”
The tickles turn into a bout of playful rough-housing, which quickly devolves into impassioned kissing and leads into the aforementioned round two. And Lighter treasures every minute of it.
~: The Next Morning :~
[Caesar]
Pulchra said your camper was rocking quite a bit last night.
Fuck oooffff
Anyways, Belle needs Wise back so they can head home
Busy. Gonna be a little while
Belle kindly requests that you be gentle. She needs him to be able to drive
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Yeah that's not gonna happen today