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It was late at night. Sword and Rocket are cuddled up on the couch watching a horror movie. The storm outside rumbled on, as they watched Sword jumped at every little jumpscare in the movie no matter how cheesy, these small reactions brought a grin to Rocket’s face every little tremor, shake, or jerk of Sword’s body against his just made him feel great, the friction of skin against cloth had a certain appeal to it afterall. As Sword’s movements begin to nudge Rocket’s crotch area Rocket feels himself getting increasingly more excited in a way... The feeling of Sword’s shaky exhales on his neck and his arm wrapping around his waist didn’t help whatsoever, Rocket couldn’t help but feel something start rising between his legs and when he realizes what it is his face goes a bit red. Sword raises an eyebrow before speaking “Rocket are you..?” Rocket exhales shakily before replying “If you didn’t grind on me I wouldn’t be bricked..” Sword lets out a small “oh..” The boys laugh awkwardly and they try to enjoy the movie again, but Rocket can’t help but slide a hand up Sword’s abdomen up to his chest and he starts slightly squeezing and fiddling with Sword’s soft pecs which pulled and squeezed a few fun sounds out of Sword. “Ngh.. Rocket.. Don’t tease me like this...” Sword groans practically melting into Rocket’s touch and Rocket smirks “If you don’t want me feeling you like this don’t turn me on babe.” Sword slumps down shifting onto Rocket so he has more access to his pecs and his body in general. Rocket raises an eyebrow “Is this a green light for me to undress you or is this just you being a pillow princess?” Sword gasps and moves a bit to get at least a bit of eye contact with Rocket “Offensive! I’m just touch starved!" Sword falls silent, clearly embarrassed by his statement, he sighs before speaking up again. “So yes.. This is a green light to take ‘em off..” Rocket nods before standing up quickly taking his blue tank top off revealing his lean torso, sure he’s thin but there’s still some muscle there due to all the phights he’s participated in. His torso is full of burn scars from his rocket launcher and battle scars from all the times Sword or others managed to land a blow on him during phights and under his chest are the scars from his top surgery. Sword looks on, his face beet red “Shit you’re hot.. I-I mean! I well I mean it in a-a-a friendly way yknow-” Rocket rolls his eyes and he puts his goggles on the coffee table “There’s nothing friendly about what we’re about to do Sword, if anything I’m grateful my dad is out making that Broker asshole scream.” Rocket sighs before slowly taking his shorts off leaving just his boxers.
After a few seconds Sword realizes he should be undressing too, he quickly scrambles to take his shirt off but Rocket grabs his hand and makes a tsk sound condescendingly. “Oh Sword you don’t need to do that yourself I’ll help you take those off.. If you need help of course if not I could always just jerk off and let you enjoy the show fully cl-” Rocket is cut off by Sword hurriedly clarifying what he wants “Rocket- I don’t wanna let you have all the fun.. I wanna destroy that ass of yours and leave you unable to walk with your remaining leg.” Rocket stares before bursting out laughing and Sword’s jaw drops “D-Did I say something wrong? Was that too cringy? I was just trying to dirty talk you! Stop acting like an asshole-” Rocket catches his breath before looking at Sword who lies on the couch, legs spread and back slightly arched. “No- No- It’s just look at you Sword you’re an obvious bottom. I mean you’re laying on the couch legs spread like.. I’m looking for something hotter than calling you a good boy that’s cringe.. More like you’re waiting for something to get slid right up your ass..” Sword’s face goes completely red and he closes his legs and sits up on the couch “Shut up Rocket! I bet my cock is bigger than yours-” Rocket snickers and sighs “Babe I love you really, but you’re a meathead you forget I got the surgery and obviously I went with somethin pretty fucking large so I could see the look on your cute little face.” Rocket sits on Sword’s lap facing him “Now enough chit chat take your shirt off I wanna see those tits without your stupid ass shirt on!”
Sword forgets how crude Rocket could be because of his rough childhood in Playground, and the fact he’s likely seen his own adoptive father get fucked on this very couch by The Broker on a friday after a long night of drinking. Sword snaps back to reality when he feels Rocket’s hands sliding his shirt off he starts to protest but he decides to enjoy the feeling of having something done for him in such a tender way even if it was something so sensual and suggestive. After a few seconds of enjoyment Sword helps Rocket slip his shirt off then his sweatpants soon both are left in boxers and socks, Sword’s helmet is tossed aside and Rocket puts his hands on Sword’s Moobs before beginning to play with his hardened nipples.
This continues for a few minutes before Rocket slides off Sword’s lap and to his knees since the couch isn’t too tall or high quality Rocket is easily able to bring his mouth to Sword’s nips. “Rocket I-” Rocket reaches up and puts a prosthetic finger to Sword’s lips and he sighs the breath tickling Sword’s sensitive skin. “Shhh.. Sword enjoy this, it's just a bit of foreplay, nothing major. I just wanna take some time to explore your other interesting parts. Nothing bad.” Rocket giggles and flicks Sword’s nip before putting some of it in his mouth. Sword lets out a surprised squeak before shakily exhaling and enjoying the feeling of Rocket’s warm wet mouth on his nipple; he feels Rocket’s tongue swirling around his sensitive skin and his light nipping with his sharp teeth.. Oh SFoTH Sword couldn’t take it this was all so new to him.. Rocket’s hands sliding to his ass.. Sword yanks Rocket up onto his lap shocking the rocketeer and he pulls him into an intense kiss. This time Sword decides to take the lead to show he’s not fully inexperienced despite the fact he is, his tongue brute forces into Rocket’s mouth from there their tongues twist and slide together. Rocket shoves sword down onto the couch pinning him there and he pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath. “Fuck me.. Sword you want me bad don’t you? If you would’ve asked me to fuck when you got here I would’ve tied you to my bed and shown you the time of your life.” Rocket sighs and lets out a snicker “Maybe I’d make you forget your daddy issues. Shit even better you’d be calling me daddy- Ew fuck- eugh.. That’s kinda gross nevermind- Just take your boxers off..” Rocket takes his only sock off and chucks it at Sword’s forehead before teasing the hem of his boxers with his fingers; his prosthetic brushes his own hair back. “That was kinda gross now I’m turned off.” Rocket glares and yanks Sword’s boxers off letting his member spring free and Rocket looks at him disapprovingly. “Turned off you say? Hm what’s that then? Oh yeah a fucking boner.” Rocket glares crossing his arms and Sword glances away embarrassed. “Well it just got me out of that mood, my body is still all for it!” Sword refutes trying to save his own ass.
“Sure now where do I start…” Rocket scans Sword’s body before he makes a decision. “Sword, do you happen to have any lube at all? I'm talking about anything that works.” Sword shakes his head. “I wasn't expecting to be having sex with my be-” Rocket covers Sword’s mouth “If the word after “My” Isn’t boyfriend I’m genuinely gonna be pissed..” Sword blushes forgetting the fact they were finally an official couple after all this time and he manages to whisper “Boyfriend.. Right..” Rocket grins victoriously before nodding. “No lube huh? I don’t mind, I can work with that.. Spit works the same.. Now if you try to stop me I’m getting dressed and going to my room and ignoring you for the rest of the night.” Sword quickly gets serious “Yes sir!” Rocket stops midway through opening his mouth to suck Sword’s hardened cock. “Sir…? Sir!?” Rocket laughs before teasing “Just call me Rocket or babe.. Not sir, I’m not into power play, that's one of the kinks I don’t harbor..” Sword just nods embarrassed as Rocket slides to the floor and moves his mouth to his crotch and opens his mouth just enough to fit Sword’s tip. Before Rocket finally puts it in his mouth he decides to give one last warning. “Sword try not to be too loud.. when Broker was here he was being a whiny little bitch and we got a noise complaint.. I know my dad isn't here but that doesn't mean you can be as loud as you want..” Sword nods and lets out a quiet “Ok” before going back to looking anywhere but at Rocket. Soon enough he feels something warm and wet on his tip and he shudders at this new feeling. Rocket looks up at him from the floor seeing someone as tough and brutal as Rocket on the floor in such a vulnerable position just made him even more horny than before. “Rocket I-” before sword could continue Rocket takes more of him into his mouth causing Sword to let out a low whimper. “Fuck.. Rocket that's perfect..” Sword slides a hand to the back of Rocket’s head and he entangles his fingers in his hair as Rocket’s head slowly starts to bob up and down, his tongue starting to move around Sword’s shaft slowly, clearly not wanting him to finish while he did this.
Rocket's shakey breaths and the fact that his hands are gripping Sword’s ass just makes him feel all fuzzy and good… He can't help but grip Rocket’s hair tighter while this all happened causing Rocket to squeak a bit in surprise and suck a bit harder. Sword feels himself getting closer even though they just started Rocket’s mouth felt so good on his dick, Sword felt his “Phinisher” charging and right when he was about to finish Rocket pulls away leaving sword with a few strands of Rocket's hair between his fingers and his saliva dripping down his cock to his thighs. “What the fuck Rocket? I was so damn close-” Rocket snickers at Sword’s complaint before getting up. “I’ll be back, I just need to take something from under my dad’s bed..” Rocket walks off leaving Sword sitting there.
After a minute or two Rocket come back with fuzzy black handcuffs and the key for them. “I’m pretty damn sure he hasn’t gotten any cum on these.. I don’t think my dad will mind.. Well if he doesn’t know that is.” Rocket unlocks one of the two cuffs and dangles them on his pointer finger. Sword holds his wrists out and Rocket cuffs him. “Damn I didn’t realize you were freaky like that Sword. But I’m not complaining at all..” Rocket yanks on the connecting chain of the cuffs to ensure they aren’t on the brink of breaking, and without warning he pushes Sword down onto the couch. “Are the handcuffs really necessary, Rocket?” Rocket scoffs as if the answer is obvious before speaking “I mean obviously if you don’t want ‘em I’ll wear ‘em, but if you really hate them I’ll go put 'em back…” Sword hears the obvious disappointment in Rockets voice and lets out an annoyed sigh. “Fine but if you were intending to use your spit as lube my dick is drying off-” Rocket quickly tosses his boxers off and straddles Sword. “Whoops, I totally forgot about that. Normally I’d finger myself but there’s clearly no time for that now..” Rocket lines Sword’s cock up with his entrance and he looks to Sword for approval but instead of a nod, or a yes he gets Sword’s entire cock up his ass.
Rocket lets out a loud moan before he comes to his senses “You asshole! I just wanted to take it slow let you feel all nice but no! You had to go and slam it in all at once! Jerk…” Rocket glares rolling his eyes and Sword sighs. “Sorry I didn't know that this is my first time-” Sword looks away half embarrassed and half apologetic before Rocket yanks the chain of the cuffs and puts them so sword's hands are able to reach his hips. “Now hold there so I don't accidentally lean back and have us topple to the ground.” Sword nods quietly before gripping Rocket’s hips gently with his calloused hands and Rocket starts to take off his prosthetic leg, but he sees the horrified look on Sword’s face before he decides its best to leave it on for the poor guy’s sake. “Sword, is it really that weird seeing me without my prosthetics?” Sword rapidly nods his head. “Fine I’ll keep 'em on but If i can't walk in the morning, or use my 2nd hand because they died I’m gonna be pissed at you..” Sword nods blushing slightly before quietly speaking up “Wanna.. start..?” Rocket sighs “I’ll do everything since somehow you fuck everything up..” Rocket moves a bit causing Sword to get a bit twitchy “Sorry-” “Shut up Sword and let me do this..” Rocket slowly starts riding Sword moving up and down his own cock bobbing as he does. The sensations shooting through Sword’s body and all of those interesting thoughts floating around in his head made his face go red and it felt hot as hell.
As Rocket rode and grinded Sword’s hips met his every bounce and move and Sword’s cock starts twitching and leaking inside Rocket, moans and groans fill the room as well as the slapping of skin against skin. “Cmon Sword move faster or I will-” Sword starts thrusting harder and faster and Rocket’s face twists in sheer ecstasy. “Rocket I-I’m so close-” Rocket moves a finger to Sword’s lips and smiles “Shut up and enjoy it Sword I don't do this for just anyone.. and I rather your groans to your complaints..” Rocket sighs shakely and suddenly Sword slams Rocket’s hips all the way down onto his and Rocket feels Sword’s hot cum fill his ass and that almost tips him over the edge, Rocket bites his lip and instinctively grips Sword’s hair tight slightly pulling it as he finishes his cum squirting all over sword’s face. As they both come down Rocket slumps falling chest to chest with Sword as sweat beads on his forehead and his hands leaves Sword’s hair and lays there and some of Sword’s semen slips out of his ass. “Rocket, are you ok..?” Rocket puts a prosthetic finger on Sword’s lips before moving his finger to bring his lips to Sword’s, slowly their lips interlock and before long they pull away.
“Alright I’ll take those off you…” “No Rocket it's fine.. can we just… lay here..?” Rocket nods laying there still impaled on Sword’s cock. “Am I just gonna cock warm you? Or am I allowed to get off?” Sword laughs before pulling Rocket further down on his dick. “Nah stay here I love how you feel..” “Sword just say you wanna make sure as much cum as possible stays in my ass..” Sword nods, laying back and the pair idly chat for a few minutes before Rocket climbs off sword, his actual leg shaking as he walks to the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower stay there” “Alright Rocket I’ll wait” Rocket disappears from sight for a while and later he comes back fully dressed with his hair wet. “Yknow you look adorable laying there all riled up I gotta do this more often…” Rocket grabs the handcuff key and unlocks the cuffs; freeing Sword. “Thanks Rocket-” “Go shower Sword.”
By the time Zuka got home the two were fully clothed and dry on the couch playing some phighting game together. “Did you boys keep the kitchen intact while I was gone?” “Yeah we did dad” Zuka notices the pair of handcuffs that were irresponsibly kicked under the couch but he chooses to ignore them and not question what the fuck happened while he was out on a hot date with Broker.