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“You keep whining like that, doctor, and I’ll put a gag in your mouth, I swear.”
Six breathed to his companion, rutting his hips forward again to the sound of Arcade’s pitiful gasp. He was trying, Six could tell Arcade was trying to keep still, to keep quiet, as he’d told him he had to, but asking the blond to keep quiet when he was teasing him like this… it was like asking the sun not to shine, asking it not to bathe the Mojave in dry, unbearable heat. No matter what Six threatened, Arcade would go on doing it. It was in his nature. Whether he wanted it or not.
It made punishments all the more fun, knowing he would have to go through with them. Knowing that Six knew all of this about him. His partner knew he couldn’t help his sounds of distress, the gasps, the whines, the complaining. It was what he’d signed up for, as soon as they met, and now? Now he only hoped Arcade would never change. It was just too good this way.
“Or maybe,” Six continued, pressing down on his length as he shoved it between Arcade’s ass cheeks, just sliding through the plush, lube-slicked skin teasingly as his hands gripped them together, creating delicious friction against his erection. “Maybe, I’ll make you ride me.”
Arcade’s head popped up from the mattress, turning to look back at him with hopeful eyes.
It isn’t possible he’d reward me so soon. Could it be? Is he being merciful today? For once?
“Make you ride me like this.” The courier clarified, “With my cock between these fine ass cheeks of yours, just barely grazing over the place we both know you need me most. Would you like that, baby?”
Arcade whimpered again, his head collapsing dramatically down onto the mattress.
“I-I’d prefer you not, ah–” The doctor gasped as Six gave a particularly harsh thrust, his hips jamming into the meat of Arcade’s ass. “I’d like if y-you didn’t make me do that.”
“Oh, you would, huh?” Six’s movements stopped altogether, his hands releasing their rough grip on Arcade’s ass, opting to stroke firm circles over his fair, delicate skin.
Arcade’s green eyes widened at his realization.
Six hiked back one hand, before bringing it down hard on the doctor’s pale ass cheek. He cried out, pitching forward and feeling his own cock jerk upwards with the delicious sting of the impact.
He wished he didn’t crave it so.
Arcade wished Six didn’t know how weak he was for it. Wished he wouldn’t use it to his distinct advantage every damn time.
Arcade couldn’t even sit down these days without the reminder of their heated trysts. But that was for more reasons than one…
“You’re making requests of me, now, are you?” Another rough smack had Arcade gasping for air against the stuffy mattress, his long fingers digging into the plushness beneath him.
“Do it again, doctor.” Six hit him again, this time on the other cheek. “Tell me what to do again, I dare you.”
Arcade whimpered beneath his touch, beneath his presence looming behind him, his head staying down firmly, his mouth closed but for his whining gasps he couldn’t hold back.
“Hmm.” Six gave one final blow to the doctor’s ass, rubbing over the reddened skin harshly before resuming his grasp on him, pushing his cheeks tightly around his cock. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Now,” Six continued, “Thrust back on me, and maybe that’ll be your only punishment.”
That’s a lie. Arcade’s mind told him. There’s never only one. If anyone knows how to milk a punishment, it’s Six.
But Arcade nodded to him, bracing his hands on the mattress to help him, as he drove his ass back into Six’s hips, feeling, yet again, the overwhelming frustration that came with the not-nearly-enough contact.
He tried to keep quiet this time, even more than he had the first time round, biting back the complaintive whines that threatened to spill from his throat.
Arcade was usually so articulate, so cutting, but not like this. Never when he was with Six like this. He could hardly think, let alone form words. Let alone form intelligent composition of words.
The doctor gritted his teeth as he rocked back; as Six angled his hips so that his cock jammed straight forward, right at Arcade’s vulnerable asshole, prodding firmly at his entrance, still, without managing to breach it.
Oh, he loved to hate the things his partner did to him.
“You’re being awfully good now, babe.” Arcade felt Six’s thumb rub over the tender skin of his ass as he helped guide his hips forward and back, stimulating his hardened member further.
Arcade’s own erection ached at the sound of his partner’s praise, his cock tapping needily at his belly as it pulsed and whined voicelessly beneath him.
“But I’m gonna need you to be still again, for me. Think you can do that?”
Arcade nearly scoffed at the condescending tone.
Of course I can do that. He wanted to say through his gritted teeth, but he knew it would only come out a moan. It would leave him at a higher pitch than he would mean for it to, and it would only earn him another punishment, another smack to his sore ass, or another hour of this torturous thrusting against him, instead of in him, where they both knew he truly needed it.
My big mouth’s what got me into this ass job business in the first place. Never ask if he’s “just about ready” to put his cock in you again. Stultus.
His hips stilled their movement, and Arcade felt his partner's cock drag along the skin of his ass cheeks as he pulled his hips back and away from him.
“Good.”
Arcade shivered at the word.
“Now, lay down for me. On your side.”
The doctor’s heart leapt in his chest, another potentially false hope shining in his forest eyes.
Maybe he’s finally grown tired of this. He thought excitedly, feeling blood rush to his cheeks and his throbbing cock. Maybe the punishment’s finally over.
The doctor was giddy as he did as Six told him, as he let his hips fall to the mattress before shifting and laying on his side.
Six moved in beside him, laying next to him and curling to spoon his body around Arcade’s. The doctor felt Six’s hands on him again, going to his sore ass, and prying apart his cheeks. Arcade spread his legs a little, the movement muted, but still noticeable. He tried to contain himself, his excitement, as he felt his body spread open for his partner, his lip aching between his teeth as he bit down hard in anticipation.
The air was hot all around him, his pink, angry skin grew redder by the second with the added heat, with his flourishing desire, muting the marks that Six had left on him. But the ache was still there, as his partner gripped the skin firmly with his hands, as he angled his hips behind him on the bed. Arcade shuddered as he felt the soft prod of Six’s cock, right where he needed him. His stomach clenched as he tried to hold back a sigh of relief.
Arcade braced himself, fingers clenched tight as he tried to relax his partially slicked entrance, tired to prepare for the feel of his partner’s girth spreading him open further, but as he felt another prod against him, Six’s hands pressed together on his ass cheeks, creating that same cushioning pressure around his length as it had before.
Despite himself, Arcade groaned in frustration as he felt Six begin to thrust in the same such way that had driven him nearly mad with dissatisfaction.
“Something to say, doctor?” The bastard asked cheekily.
Arcade bit his tongue.
“Hmm. Well then, I must’ve just imagined that little complaint of yours, hm?” His hips continued their incessant, infuriating pulsing, and instead of that semblance of relief that he received when Six was prodding at his asshole before, not breaching, but at the very least, stimulating; instead, this time, he received nothing. Six’s cockhead pressed firmly to one of his thighs with each thrust, more a discomfort than anything.
“Mmm.” Six sighed behind him, the sound going straight to Arcade’s hardening cock. “You feel good like this, babe. So soft, so warm. Could do this for hours.”
The sheets of the bed pulled tight against Arcade’s body as his hands clenched them.
Homo malus. He thought bitterly. Next time he hurts himself out in the desert, who is he going to get to help him? Because it’s not going to be me. Modo moriatur. Non curo.
“Nothing to say?” Six had the audacity to ask.
In response, Arcade shoved his hips backwards, his partner’s cock driving much too hard into the meat of his inner thigh.
“Shit.” Six grunted behind him, a pained chuckle escaping him as his hands gripped Arcade’s ass all the tighter. “Okay, yeah, I heard that.”
Arcade’s face turned scarlet as he realized what he’d done.
Damnare. What did I just do? Sumne stultus? Now I’ll be here for hours.
Arcade cursed himself, he cursed Six, he cursed his cock and his heart and the day he met the courier, the day he found that he had the capacity to care for men this way. He cursed all of it, because what he wanted, all that he wanted in this moment, is being denied, is being dangled in his face like fresh meat in front of a starved dog. And it’s being cruelly pulled away each moment, driving him mad with longing and mad with fury and mad with the sheer unfairness of it all.
maledicat ei. Et inguini suo. Et mea.
I’m going to lose my mind this time, I swear.
To his surprise, his partner simply returned to his thrusting, a grunt leaving his throat with each rub of the doctor’s ass cheeks over his firm length, dark and dripping with his arousal.
“Fuck.”
Arcade turned his head, resigned and silent, but still inquiring with his pleading eyes.
“Alright baby, that business of yours did a number on me. ‘M sore.”
Six’s hands released him, his body drew away from the way it curled around him, and he lay flat on the bed.
“So, now I have to find a new way to punish you.”
Arcade turned around to face him, slowly, like a child being called by their parent when they know they’ve done something wrong.
Six sat a moment, thinking. Arcade couldn’t tell that he was holding his own breath until he was gasping for it. His partner smirked at him, a devious thing, and sat up against the pillows.
“Get between my legs.”
Arcade didn’t hesitate, his mind on autopilot, in some strange sort of survival mode that would do anything to bring him nearer to his goal. Nearer to Six’s cock in him, to his own blissful release.
And it was answered. If not in the way he expected.
“Wrap your mouth around me.” He commanded, his eyes hard, but with a mischievous fire in them. “Be gentle though. After that stunt you pulled with your clumsy thrusting, I feel like I’ve got a fucking bruise down there. So go slow.”
He did as he was bid. Laying his hands on either side of Six’s thighs, he brought his mouth to him, not bothering with the ceremony of kitten licks or using his hands, as he did exactly as his Six bade him. He wrapped his lips around the hot, throbbing head of his cock, and he took him into his mouth slowly.
The taste of him was salty, but the lube was bitter, like chemicals against his tastebuds, and Arcade tried not to gag as he dragged his tongue over his partner’s shaft. He pulled away, and Six’s cock snapped back up to his stomach. He gave Arcade a questioning look– no, an expectant one.
His partner wouldn’t dare refuse another order of his like this.
And he was right.
Arcade brought one hand to Six’s cock, wrapping around him at the base and squeezing as he pulled it off him, wringing the majority of the lube from his shaft.
He gulped, hoping this wouldn’t elicit yet another punishment. If it did, he was certain they’d run out of hours in the night.
“Sorry.” He whispered, wiping his hand on the bed before his mouth met Six’s cock once more, taking him in again, the same slow way.
This was better, though, Arcade thought, as his eyes fell half-closed, as he ran his tongue over his partner, as he heard Six groan, and as his own cock rubbed up against the mattress, finally getting some semblance of stimulation that he’d been craving for so long.
Arcade moaned, the vibration around him sending chills over the skin of Six’s stomach. The courier peeped open an eye.
“Hmm.” He hummed, his lips curling into a smile that promised cruelty.
What more can he do to me?
“Rub away all you want.” He nodded to Arcade’s hips and the way they thrust into the mattress. “But if you cum before I do, I swear, you won’t feel release like it for the rest of this month.”
Six’s cock was all that kept Arcade’s whimper from escaping his throat.
I can’t– He can’t. He wouldn’t. Right?
Arcade’s heartbeat picked up, as did his mouth’s movements over Six’s cock. He didn’t feel close, didn’t feel like he would burst before his partner, but he couldn’t take the risk.
Six hissed at his new vigor, his teeth gnashing together as his hips bucked from Arcade’s relentless lips, from his ruthless tongue. His mind may be too foggy to articulate much of anything at the moment, but it knew one thing. It knew how best to please his partner this way, knew his favorite spots, the right kind of rhythm, knew he liked the way Arcade would run his hands over the skin of his thighs, and press the point of his tongue onto that one vein that ran along him just so.
“Fuck that’s good, baby.”
Six’s hips thrust up into his mouth, the head of his cock tapping hard at the back of his throat. Water filled Arcade’s eyes, but he could only smile as he felt the way his partner throbbed against his tongue.
He’s getting close. I know that too.
Arcade’s hips reflected Six’s, the bed lurching under the pressure of his thrusts against the mattress.
Bonum. I’m getting near, too.
The doctor hollowed his cheeks, sucking with all his might each time he bobbed his head, encouraging his partner to spill his salty seed down his throat, onto his tongue where he could finally taste the product of his labors.
It wasn’t objectively good, Arcade knew that, but he couldn’t help but desire the flavor of his partner. He felt himself begin to salivate, from more than just the dragging pressure of Six’s pulsing member, but from the sheer thought of his cum finally hitting his wanton tongue.
Please. His mind begged, as Six’s cock throbbed against him again, as he delivered a particularly harsh thrust into Arcade’s throat, as he felt himself gag, felt his own cock pulse against the mattress.
Arcade took him to the base, his nose pressed firmly to the curls nestled on Six’s pubic bone, holding, before pulling back with a vicious pressure that had Six crying out beneath him. But he didn’t spill.
Goddamn it but he didn’t spill.
No, instead, Six’s hands thrust outward, pushing Arcade back by his shoulders just as he seemed to be reaching his end.
“On me.” He grunted, and Arcade merely blinked, too shocked even to question the command, let alone follow it.
“On my cock, now.”
With that, the neurons fired in his clouded mind, and Arcade sprang to action, lifting himself swiftly and straddling his partner in a flash. Without further consideration, his hand was wrapped around Six’s pulsing, straining member, looking as though it would burst from the pent up pressure, and he didn’t hesitate to sink down onto it.
Arcade grit his teeth at the uncomfortable stretch, at the harsh feeling of taking all of him and all at once into his unprepared and nearly unlubed asshole. More tears sprang from his eyes, the friction against him delicious but painful in equal measures, confusing his addled mind and stuttering the rhythm he tried to build so quickly.
It didn’t matter though.
Only a handful of forced, painful thrusts down onto his partner, and Six was spilling his seed inside him, and if there was one thing to gain from all this, it was the look of overwhelming pleasure that was etched upon Six’s face, and now was imprinted in Arcade’s mind as he looked down at his violently sated expression. His hips pulsed up into Arcade as the doctor’s ass clenched tight around his throbbing member, and he sighed at the feel of Six’s heat spreading within him.
Six had denied him the taste of him, but he’d given him this. The feeling of being full of him, being warmed from the inside out, the feeling of comfort as his ass clung around his partner’s girth like hands on a life preserve, like it never wanted to let him go.
“Good.” Six groaned as his eyes blinked open, as his hips slowed and his cock pulsed for the last time, relinquishing that last spurt of his seed deep into Arcade’s ass.
“Good job, baby.” Arcade shuddered, his own cock leaping up to his stomach at his partner’s words of praise.
“Earned this.” Six mumbled, a tired smile playing at his devious lips.
He brought his hand to Arcade’s weeping cock, stroking over him quickly as his own spent member slowly softened inside him. The stimulation made Arcade clench, and Six hissed at the feeling, but kept his rhythm over his cock just the same, stroking hard and fast until Arcade’s ass was grinding down onto Six’s hips and thighs, as he was crying out and spilling his release messily into the air between them, showing them both in ropes of white.
The rising heat left him explosively after being denied for so long, after being so patient, so good for his partner, and Arcade let loose with his voice, with the way he writhed over Six, they way he screamed his name until his throat went hoarse and he was jerking his hips back from his partner’s overstimulation.
“Easy.” Six whispered as he felt his partner tremble over him.
“Here. Let me help.”
Arcade felt hands on his hips, not gripping, not bruising, but guiding, encouraging him to lift up and away from Six. He felt the drag of his partner’s nearly flaccid cock against the walls of his ass, and whimpered, but managed to collapse down onto the bed right next to him.
“There you go, baby.” Six turned to him, a hand stroking comfortingly over his arm as Arcade tried to even out his breathing.
Arcade could see him out of the corner of his eye, as he stared up at the pale ceiling. Six was smiling broadly, but his expression was prodding, asking without words. Arcade looked over to him, meeting his gaze.
“Are you all done, or can I play with you a bit, my love?”
The doctor shook his head, but a smile played at his lips.
All things considered, he really should not have a libido like this. He was dead, what? Less than a year ago? Medically speaking, it makes zero sense… But not medically speaking, well…
“Fac ut vis. I am yours.” He reached out and touched his fingertips to Six’s heated cheek. The man pushed his head into the contact, closing his eyes like a contented feline bumping its head against an exemplary owner. Arcade’s smile broadened.
Six kissed his fingers as a sort of parting gift, as he descended on the bed, ending up between Arcade’s thighs. His eyes never left Arcade’s, even as he dragged his tongue over him, sensually cleaning his member of his own spend, before delving lower and lapping at his between Arcade’s still-sore ass cheeks.
The doctor’s eyes closed in bliss as he sighed his appreciation for his partner.
“We have ice in the freezer for this.” He felt Six’s hand brush over his sore ass.
Arcade hummed.
“In the morning, mi amor. Ven nunc huc. Ven ad labia mea.” His tone was almost pleading, barely above a whisper as sleep breathed his name. “Come and kiss me goodnight.”
“With pleasure.” Arcade heard, and then he tasted it. Tasted him, his lover, as he’d wanted– needed to, since the start of that night. It felt as divine as he’d hoped.
It was worth the wait.