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As of late, they didn't have much time for each other. Specially due to a… Particular crisis, that an old friend had been going through.
They barely had time to just exist in their flat
Both men had stated that they lived together due to convenience, since they shared duties and rank. But everybody knew the real reason — they were a couple. Not just a couple, they were legally married, yet they didn't share that fact out loud. Not because they were in a homophobic environment, or because their leader and boss still had a vendetta against the brunet (for some reason), they just decided to keep personal matters away from professional ones
After a long day, they return to their home. Matt wanted to take a shower and go to sleep, but Tom—
“We have to be in her office at eight, right?” The brunet wonders.
“Her”, referring to their boss, that cheeky bastard they once called a friend.
“Yes. Why do you ask?” Matt sighs
Instead of a straight answer, Tom presses his body against Matt's. He hugs him tight from the waist, his hands sliding casually down his waist.
“What are you doing?” The ginger's voice is playful, not accusatory.
“We haven't had any time for us…” He purrs, as he squeezes his husband's ass.
Matt rolls his eyes, and laughs. “It's only been a few days since last time, are you that needy?”
Their last time was a quickie, though. Rapid and erratic, with a sore ginger afterwards.
“C'mon, you can't blame me.” Tom pouts. “You're so gorgeous, it's hard to not want it”
Matt's self-esteem had worsened significantly, after the horrific facial trauma he went through. He had put all of his value as a human being into his appearance, and suddenly, it was gone. Add in the fact he is getting older, and it was just starting to show.
So it meant, more than it should have been, to him, that his beloved was still in love with him, that he still found him just as stunning as when he was young.
So he shuts up the brunet, with a small peck. The visor was thick enough to make it just a bit harder to kiss him, but both managed to get into a position that let their mouths meet, and didn't mess with either of their spines.
And, he was lucky that the injury just barely missed his lips, it would be awkward if Tom had to kiss rough metal every time. As they separate, the ginger says “We're taking this to our bedroom, I'm guessing?”
Tom solemnly nods. The dots of his visor shaped into a V shape, and it looked cute.
Both go to their room, sharing kisses on the way. The ginger lays back on their bed, Tom hovering over him.
Matt pulls off his tops, with his whole torso exposed. There's a part between his jaw and his neck that has scarred, missing the skin that was once present. It was hidden away by clothing, so Tom was the only one who could see the scar tissue.
It was a brutal injury, he had lost a chunk of his mandible, almost lost the lower part of his face. So considering the circumstances, it had healed quite nicely.
It wasn't the only big scar anyway, there was a thick line of missing skin throughout his right shoulder, where a few years ago he got his arm ripped out.
Also, spread through his body, there were smaller injuries from older adventures. But none of them were as remarkable as the missing jaw, and the union of arm and shoulder.
“So pretty” Tom whispers. He kisses Matt's neck, trying to not leave any nasty marks, even if the ginger had taken a liking to turtle-necks, and the scarring had made him lose sensitivity.
Matt gasps, as he feels sneaky hands trying to pull his pants down — even though his belt was still on. “Tommy– Hold on”
The brunet perked up at the nickname, leaving one last kiss before focusing on his darling. He unbuckles the belt, and manages to pull off both pants and underwear at the same time.
Matt's cock is not hard. Yet. But it twitches, begging for attention, getting stiffer by the moment.
They've seen each other naked more times than one could count, and a good part of those occasions had been completely non-sexual; showering together, getting dressed in the morning for work, checking injuries and odd-looking moles in awkward spots.
But just because it was common, it didn't mean it was treated as such. It was something to celebrate each time.
Tom whistles at the sight. The ginger was already red in the face, and completely nude. The man was utterly vulnerable under him.
Good.
“You're obsessed with me” Matt scoffs. It's not that he minds the constant praises— he loves it, but he wanted to be a silly little prick.
“But I am supposed to be?” Tom banters back. They're husbands, after all.
“Yeah, but you act like a lost puppy around me”
Tom gets silent for a moment, and barks. A high-pitched 'woof'‘, sounding just like as a small, young dog. It makes Matt laugh.
“You're lucky you're handsome, I'd send you to sleep in the couch otherwise” the ginger tries to say, without laughing. He fails.
Matt undoes the buttons of the brunet's uniform, but only leaves it open. The tie gets undone, and that is actually thrown away.
They were both a bit pudgy nowadays. Matt wasn't as lean as he used to be when he was in his twenties, and Tom had a bit of belly ever since he could hold a bottle by himself.
But it didn't matter. It was fine. They had been with each other through the better and the worst parts of their life. Physically and emotionally.
The ginger goes to undo the other man's pants, but he's stopped. Tom does it by himself, leaving him in his blue work shirt and boxers. It had an obvious bulge, with a spreading wet spot from precum.
Tom grinds against Matt, the soft clothing doing nothing to block each other's cocks. They could feel each other so perfectly, it was insane. Both men groan at the sensation. God, they missed doing this.
“Tommy, you're going to mess up your uniform” Matt whines.
“We can clean it later– Ah–” he gasps, too deep into the grinding to stop.
Matt slides the shirt off him anyway, he knows the man as well as he knows himself, and he knows both of them will forget to actually clean it until the cum had soaked in, ruining it. He then pulls Tom down for a sloppy, open mouth kiss, which he enthusiastically follows.
The brunet can feel the other man smile through the kiss– he had a gorgeous smile, it was a shame he never showed it any more.
The ginger sighs, lovingly, before remembering. “You know I bottomed last time, right?”
Which meant it was Tom's turn.
“Alright, let me lay down then” the LED lights imitated an eye-roll – a simple action that used to be invisible in him, back then, but before he could do anything, he's interrupted.
“Oh, no! Stay there, just move a little bit, like this“ he guides Tom, so he's sitting right where the ginger’s cock lays, instead of his crotches being against each other. Tom can feel him against his ass, how hard he's got.
Matt slides the remaining underwear off, letting the brunet’s erection hit air. And he fondled it, spreading the small amount of pre that leaked.
“C'mere, pup” the ginger asks. Tom obeys, laying on top, hugging him tight. “Get me the lube”
Tom checks under the pillows, and it's not there, even though he swore he left it there. Before he gets antsy for the missing bottle, he stands up to check the night stand. It was in there, oops.
He goes back to almost the same position; he raises his hips just a bit, and spread his legs just enough.
A soft pop is heard, as his beloved squeezes a bit of lube. And then lubed up fingers line up against his hole, teasing him.
Just before Tom can complain, Matt presses in a single digit, softly thrusting. He does a circle motion inside, and after it had stretched enough, he pushes a second finger in.
They had done this enough it wasn't really needed, the brunet wasn't nearly as tight as when he was a virgin, yet they wouldn't stop. It was part of their foreplay at this point, and frankly, some days they lacked either time or energy for anything more than fingering with a fellatio.
Anyway. Matt kisses one of Tom's cheeks, he whines, and hides away his face.
“Do you want it raw? Or…” The ginger gently asks.
“I don't care– Ahh~” Matt had pressed right against his prostate at that moment, which was just a bit inconvenient “I need to feel you.”
So he decides against using a condom, they really should have bought the thinner ones, instead of the textured ones. And taking into account the lubricant was way over halfway done, they needed to go back to the drug store soon anyway.
After he considers Tom is lubed up enough, he retires his fingers, cleaning them off against his partners inner thigh.
“Relax, love” Matt mutters, right next to Tom's ear, as he slowly, but surely he starts getting his cock inside. The brunet shivers, an electric feeling going through his spine, as the familiar stretch starts to seep in.
And then, a moment of silence, barely interrupted by laboured breathing from both men. It's not that the ginger had a monster between his legs, he was pretty average in both length and thickness (and so was Tom). But it was that they were having sex through a body part that wasn't really made for sex, so they needed time to get ready for what's to come.
Matt strokes his husband's back, his hair– anywhere he can touch gets caressed. He holds the other man's face from his chin, so he can leave small smooches all over his face, until lips meet, and they stay still for a bit.
By that point, it had been enough time for getting used to the thick cock inside, so Tom says “I'm fine now, you can move.”
It starts small, slow. Tom bounces on his beloved husband's cock, gently, as Matt softly thrusts inside.
Confused, Matt notes “You don't need to do anything, I can do it by myself”
“Yeah, but—” he chokes on a moan “But I want to help”
The ginger huffs “I don't want to hear you complain about how your hips hurt later”
“Same goes to you” Funnily enough, Matt was the one with posture issues and occasional aching, not Tom.
Neither of them care that much about it, since it's just silly comments thrown at the moment. Whatever. Tom sits up, it hits differently like this. His pretty cock bounces with him, softly slapping his belly with each thrust. Matt considers jerking him off as he fucks him, but decides against it, if just for now. Still, his hands are dangerously close to it, laying on his love handles.
“You're so hot, pup.” He wouldn't stop using the nickname, it felt nice to say, and it was both cute and degradingly hot. “Fuck– Anytime I look at you and your cute arse I feel like I should pound you”
“Oh? Even in public?” he knew the answer to this, it was an idea they had discussed for years. It would stay as an idea, realistically, but the concept felt nice.
“Y-yeah” Matt groans, pleasure overtaking his mind, the voyeuristic fantasy not helping in the slightest “We'd never get anything done like that, and everyone would be so jealous~”
They could pretend, that they were still in their office. Their coworkers would be seething with envy, from the way they loved each other, and the way they made love to each other.
…Realistically, in the best case scenario they would just be fired. Probably end up in jail and some type of registry too. But pretending that they were surrounded by like-minded perverts was fun enough.
Tom whines, as a thrust just barely misses his prostate. He hated getting teased like that.
“Matthew— luv, do it right” he complains.
So he angled himself, and strikes against that sensitive spot. Tom tenses up, it's sudden and so, so good.
The rhythm starts speeding up, with the sound of skin against skin being loud enough for someone to listen in from the outside. Add in that Tom was a crier, he would weep during and after sex (which unfortunately made the first few dozen times awkward), from the sheer excitement.
Now, he was, in fact, crying. His visor let the tears flow (it was waterproof), its little green lights focusing on Matt. It was a tad pathetic, but it was pathetic in a hot way.
“It's alright, love, let it out” the ginger had to tell him. Not because of the tears, but because he was visibly approaching his climax.
“Matt— Oh— ‘M so close” he sobs.
The ginger gets a hold of his cock, and quickly masturbates him. It's enough to make him spill all over his hand. Tom tenses, his hole clenches, he's whining from the intensity.
Matt keeps pounding until the brunet's orgasm slows down to a stop. He offers his hand to the other man, drenched in cum.
“Clean it.” He says, simple as that.
Tom obeys, even though he still has his mind blank, from the oversensitivity, sucking and licking his own mess.
Matt is about to offer some napkin that was lying around so he can spit, but Tom visibly swallowed everything before he has the chance. So he mutters a soft “Gross.”
“Shut up” The brunet smiles. He sways his hips just a bit, feeling that not only has his husband not come yet, but he was still hard, throbbing. But he feels a hand stop his movements.
“No. You're shaking” and drooling, and drenched in sweat, with teary eyes hidden away by a stupidly thick visor. The most important thing right now was making sure he was alright– not that he was still balls deep inside his cute ass.
Before Tom can even say a word, he's pulled own into a kiss, “forced” to lay down. He holds tight to Matt, as he pushes his tongue inside. The ginger can feel the aftertaste of sperm, but he doesn't complain.
As the kiss splits, Tom asks “Wanna keep going?”
Matt ponders for a moment “Are you sure?”
“I'll be fine, c’mon”
The ginger gives a little experimental thrust, making Tom sweetly gasp. He was still very sensitive, but it didn't seem like the overstimulation would hurt, so Matt keeps going.
It doesn't take long for Matt to turn into a mess. Desperately humping, not knowing where to leave his hands, since they kept touching everything Tom had to offer, and the occasional moan that made the brunet's heart churn in endearment — especially the soft-spoken “Tom’s, “Darling’s and insults towards no one.
He asks, gently as possible, between grunts “Can I cum inside?”
“Yes! Yes, please!” he begs. And how could the ginger deny such thing?
Finally, Matt has his own orgasm. He gasps some obscenity, holding tight into Tom as he spills deep inside.
It hadn't been enough stimulation for Tom to awaken another erection, but it was enough to tire them both. So for a small moment, they were doing nothing except remembering how to breathe.
And after a while, the ginger takes out his cock, leaving a ruined and cum-filled hole. It's a lot, to the point it leaked, flowing down his thighs. With the same unused napkin from before, Matt cleans the mess, even though his sweet husband flinches with the softest touch at this state.
Matt massages around the brunet's arse, so he won't be too sore by tomorrow. Meanwhile, Tom traces little circles in the other man's back.
“Did I do good?” Tom asks, cuddling up against Matt’s chest. His voice cracks, obviously overwhelmed.
“More than good, love” Matt confesses, cleaning away the tears. “You were… Wonderful, tonight”
Matt scratches Tom's scalp, as if he really was a dog… He considers getting a collar for occasions like this, but he knows damn well that the one that would end up using it the most would be himself, so he decides against it. For now.
“Fuck, I love you. “ Matt sighs, lovingly.
Tom thinks of answering back with something snarky, along the lines of ‘I hope so, since I let you wreck my ass’, but instead he says “I love ya too” he massages the ginger's shoulders, as he adds “I am not sleeping in these sheets though.”
“I know… You have to help me, you do know that.“
He nods, leaves a small peck on his cheek and stands up, ready to change the bedding. He could stand up and walk, but his lower hips were incredibly numb, so that was annoying.
Both tidy everything up; Tom putting the clean bedsheets, and Matt taking away the ones that reeked of sex, with their clothing, to accompany the dirty laundry. When the ginger returns, Tom was waiting for him so they could shower together.
The shower itself is quick, and unremarkable, as usual for them. They do start a small conversation as they finish…
Matt yawns, so Tom asks “Tired?” Both had got out of their bathtub at this point. The brunet was using a towel to cover himself, rather than drying his skin.
Sex felt good, but at this point in time it was exhausting for him. “I wanna go to bed” he was using a smaller towel for his face. Sure, he might not feel that much any more, but the scar tissue was sensitive, and he worried about soap getting under his skin.
“Go then, I'll be there in a sec.” he needed to take care of his visor first, it needed to be charged.
“Noo, if you're not there I won't fall sleep” he playfully sings.
“Look who's being needy now” he chuckles “You can wait for a minute, pup”
There was a tiny little detail though… Tom was legally blind without the visor. Thanks to that stupid laser many years ago, he grew a tumour in one of his eyes, and it got to the point of affecting the other eye. He got medical treatment, but it left him with just half an eye's worth of vision – he could only see vague, foggy figures, if he did not have the visor on. With it, it was better than twenty-twenty vision.
So, instead of doing what Tom said, Matt followed him, still nude, so he could make sure he's doing alright. Their flat was safe for the eyeless man, but it wouldn't hurt to help him if needed.
The brunet charges up his visor, making sure it was in fact connected, even though he could barely see. He turns around, and immediately crashes into the ginger.
“W–What are you doing here? “ He asks, confused. But his confusion vanished almost immediately, and he requests “Never mind, can you guide me?”
Matt holds his hand, taking him back to their shared bed, in silence. When they got to it, it was automatic — getting under the covers and cuddling. God, sleeping in clean sheets after showering felt really nice, even nicer when they had each other.