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“Ugh, fuck that’s good.” Fuse moaned aloud, unable to hold back his pleasure, letting his head tilt back, eyelid falling shut as a satisfying shudder ran down his spine, “Just what the doctor ordered.”
He could stay like this forever, just basking in the comforting heat, the gentle warmth encasing him. Fuse rolled his head back up as he exhaled heavily before stepping forward to completely submerge himself under the cascade of water. He slid his hands over the slick surface of his skin, helping the water clean away all the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the past couple of days, lathered suds easily slipping down his body to wash down the drain. Regretfully, as good as it felt he had to make this a quick one. He wouldn’t want to keep them waiting. The corner of his mouth pulled dangerously to the side at the thought, a small snicker sliding past his lips as he recalled a flustered Bloodhound fumbling over their words at the suggestion of them joining him. Fuse just waiting patiently while the hunter finally gathered themselves enough to throw a curse at him in their native tongue before harshly shoving passed him to escape anymore torturous teasing. It was for the best anyways, if they really had called his bluff and joined him…it would most certainly be anything but quick. Another moan pulled from Fuse’s chest at the thought, fingers seemingly forgetting their tasks as they danced dangerously low across his abdomen, wondering the same path as his thoughts. He lowered his head, tucking his chin into his chest as he clenched his jaw feeling that familiar, pleading, pressure build. Fuse opened his eye, vision becoming unfocused as the water slid along his face. His brows knitted together as he turned into its warmth, vainly trying to nuzzle something that wasn’t there, to press his cheek into a lover's hand. Their hand.
A pained groan escaped him then. He needed to stop this, he was only torturing himself. Fuse knew he was pushing it, with the incessant teasing, but the hunter's reactions were too good. He loved the break in their normally stoic demeanor, hearing them stutter over their words which were usually so carefully chosen, their body readjusting in their brief lapse of composure as they flustered about with his insistent heckling. Seeing a different side of Bloodhound that not many others were privy to, being the one to bring genuine laughter from them, to have them open up to him in such a personal way was something that Fuse savored, leaving him longing for more. He wished he could see the faces Bloodhound made under that mask. Fuse would give anything to see how many times they rolled their eyes at him, how their mouth would pull when they smiled, if it would pull to one side, if they had dimples when they grinned. If their face would flush when he teased them, how their cheeks would redden when he touched them.
Walter...
How their lips would part as they whispered his name, how their chest would hitch as they held their breath in anticipation for him. Fuse ran his tongue briefly across his lips trying to recall the feeling of their scarred knuckles against them, the soft uneven surface of their skin, the slight saltiness as he ventured further down their wrist. How would the rest of them taste? Fuse exhaled sharply as his hand finally settled in the crease of his hip, resting lightly against his open thigh, fingers pressing against slick skin as they spread, sliding purposefully through dense curls.
“Fuck...” Fuse mulled out as he wrapped his hand around himself, finally giving in to the self-inflicted torment. A small veil of bliss wrapped low around him, his hips rolling forward as he dragged his fist down his shaft and back up in a firm but languid stroke. His brows drew down as steady tension settled at the base of his spine, slightly surprised at how hard he was already at just the brief thought of them. Walter had had many conquests in his fifty-four years of life, but none of them had consumed him like this, wholeheartedly enraptured him, dominated him so completely.
You would not dominate a lover, would you…
Fuse bit back a choked moan at the image that conjured. Remembering how innocently those words were spoken, the question still hanging in the air. An assumption Fuse wanted to know more about. What kind of lover was Bloodhound? Fuse saw the passion they fought with in battle, the attention to detail, precision, and meticulousness in their movements. Would they keep that same aire in the bedroom, that same control, or would they become completely undone by the hands of a lover? By his hands. Fuse cursed under his now labored breathing, reaching out to steady himself against the solid wall of the shower, splaying his metal palm wide, his knees threatening collapse with every vulgar thought. He titled his head back, face contorting tightly as he tried to swallow, saliva thick as he struggled to even his breathing, the air becoming too thick around him as his wrist snapped faster.
Would they beg?
Fuse dropped his head between his shoulders, pulling in his bottom lip, snagging it harshly between his teeth, leaning hard into his hand as he took an unsteady step to balance, a moan ripping from his throat as he felt his end coming faster than expected. His hips stuttered violently in his grip, the delicious friction edging him closer, the steady rhythm he set becoming staggered as pleasure coursed through him. The thought of Bloodhound on their knees before him, waiting, always so patient for him. Their soft voice calling to him, coaching him to his end, praising him as they so willingly awaited his release. A long shiver ran up Fuse’s spine making his skin peak, his flesh becoming overly sensitive to the warm caress of water sliding along his back, wishing for the scrape of blunt nails in its place. His grip faltered as his fingers twitched against him in urgent short strokes. Fuse wanted nothing more than to have Bloodhound with him in this moment, to run his thumb along their exposed lips, wet and swollen from use, as they slowly parted open for him, their elegantly scarred hands sliding up his thighs, their fingers gently massaging as his grip falls to their chin, tightly holding them in place as they roll out their tongue to receive him, a long held look, a silent promise to him that they wouldn't spill a drop.
A promise to be so good for him.
Fuse felt his eye roll back into his head as his jaw clenched unbearably tight, his mouth filling with a coppery tang as he pierced his lip with his canine, as the pent up pressure finally snapped, chest burning at the breath he held, his hand coming to an abrupt halt as he pushed his hips into his fist in short spurts, spilling his release, thick ribbons painting the shower wall in front of him instead of the warm mouth that awaited him only in his mind. Fuse finally exhaled, a rushed gust of air as he let go of himself slamming his flesh hand alongside his metal one in front of him as he hunched over trying to steady his racing heart. Chest heaving, he panted as an aftershock pulled at his groin, his legs quivering at its intensity. He tossed his head back, drenched hair clinging to the back of his neck, a long moan pulling from his chest at how utterly wrecked and relaxed he felt at the same time. A feeling he had begun to get accustomed to when dealing with the Apex hunter. After a few breaths, heart rate just under control, he lowered his head back down as he opened his eyes, blurry vision slowly coming into focus as he eyed the tiled wall in front of him. He swallowed hard watching as tendrils of his release slid down teasingly slow, pooling, leaving glistening trails in their wake. How beautiful they would look covered in it. Fuse snarled, pushing off of the wall suddenly. He reached up grabbing the shower head and redirecting its spray to clean the filth he left behind, watching as it all slid down the drain completely before turning off the water, his abdomen twisting in rekindled pressure. He cursed under his breath as he gathered his hair, pressing it flat to his head to push the excess water out, leaving his hands at the base of his neck as he stared at the ceiling.
Delicately scarred fingers sliding across their soiled cheek gathering every missed drop before pushing them into their already filled mouth…their tongue curling around each covered digit, lapping at the tips of their fingers to savor the taste…
Fuse dropped his hands away shaking them lightly as he pushed the shower door open, hissing lightly at the shift in temperature, the water droplets that still clung to him cooling much faster than his overheated body.
…presenting their open mouth to him, showing him just how much they could take, and so much more, before swallowing thickly, throat working to pull the heavy load down in its entirety…
Fuse stepped out over the ledge onto the awaiting mat, legs shaking slightly from strain. He reached overhead, snagging the towel he had draped over the stall earlier, giving his face a few gentle pats, minding his healing wound, before running it roughly through his hair.
… gentle weight pressing against him as they lean into him, saliva coated fingers leaving a snail’s trail as they grip his thighs hard, coated lips pulling to smile sweetly up at him…
Vrrt! Vrrt! Vrrt!
Fuse jerked suddenly as a series of unexpected low hums vibrated against the bathroom counter reluctantly snapped him out of his trance. A fleeting moment of confusion passed across his face as he turned to his phone perched haphazardly on the ledge of the sink, the dimly lit screen staring back at him expectantly. He reached out for it, snatching it before running his damp thumb briefly over the protected surface to pull down a preview of the missed notification. Coordinates from Mirage.
Right. The party.
Fuse let out an incredulous chuckle, the mirth not quite reaching his own ears as he swiped his thumb back up, sliding the notification up and out of view before shutting the phone down with the pad of his finger and giving it a light toss to the side again. He was starting to lose track of time, if not reality itself. They really did have him in the palm of their hand and they don’t even know it. Almost every waking thought revolved around them, he couldn’t shake it now even if wanted to. He’d be lying if he said he ever wanted to. Fuse pulled down the towel left on his head, his hair sticking up in all directions as he continued with his previous task. Drying himself off with absentminded dabs, a deep flush creeping over his chest as he happened a glance out of the bathroom’s open door into his adjoining bedroom, thoughts of his favorite hunter returning to the forefront of his mind. His gaze landed heavily over his too large bed, softening to linger on his disheveled sheets, his eye flitting across it…to the unused side.
In your dreams, mate.
Fuse cleared his throat, pulling himself abruptly away from the tempting view, his face burning slightly at how easily he was being swayed, trying in vain to push down a sudden uncomfortable feeling building up in his chest.
The night hadn’t even started yet…