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Stanley sat on his heels and his humiliation. The soft silk of crimson sheets pooled around his legs like blood seeping from a dead body. A heated blush licked at his cheeks, daring his sun-kissed face to burn the same, intense shade of red. Freshly cut fingernails dug into the meat of his palms behind his back. His knuckles shifted under the taut, scar riddled skin, tips turning white from how hard he strained. The marine reflexively pulled against the thick leather cuffs wrapped with delicate care around his wrists. Three heavy-duty buckles sat latched together on either arm, metal resting seductively along his veins so that each skip of his heart reverberated in his restraints. A daunting, chrome plated chain clinked as he shifted once again while waiting for the doctor to start his foreplay. 

Eyes, depicting an undisturbed morning sky ringed by shards of ice, stared straight forward at an oversized- and frankly over priced- painting that hung in the center of their bedroom. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he heard the sound of examination gloves snapping into place behind him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He had already guessed that this was the play that Xeno would insist on for their first night together after his extended absence on tour. 

“Look at you, sitting so patiently as you wait for your exam,” Xeno purred the praise in a surgical tone. A cold shiver licked at his spine. Stan felt like he was being held at arm’s length by the scruff of his neck. 

“You’ve gotten in a scrap or two, haven’t you?” Xeno asked as he ran a gloved finger up Stanley’s back, tip caressing a poorly healed wound he got from flying shrapnel. He had been forced to take light duty for a few weeks after the field surgery he had endured. Another cold shiver wracked his body as he felt the finger gently slide over the scar tissue, sensation dulling as he touched the worst of it. “My poor Stan has had a rough time.” 

Teeth clenched as Stanley bit back a shuttering moan. He loved when Xeno laid claim to him, be it with such sweet words or the leather collar that wrapped around his neck, polished skin pressing just a tad too tightly against his throat. Each time he swallowed his excitement, the collar grasped his bobbing Adam’s apple, reminding him that a good show dog could control his emotions. 

Both of Xeno’s hands slid around his right bicep. He could feel the medical bite as the gloves pulled uncomfortably at his skin while his husband’s fingers sank into him. Stan flexed his muscles and let them displace Xeno’s hands, earning himself an approving hum. Xeno’s hands worked their way down, stopping at the top of his lower arm and repeating the process. “You’ve developed again. They’re bigger than they were at your last checkup.” 

The scientist couldn’t hide the small buzz of pride behind the analytical tone of his voice. Stanley fought against the nagging craving he had to turn his head and steal a glance at the smile he was certain had pulled at those thin lips that spilled over with praise. 

“On your stomach,” the doctor commanded. 

Stanley obliged, falling gracelessly onto his front. Pillows and sheets were displaced in the maladroit movement. He huffed out against the golden pillowcase that cradled his head. Xeno’s fingers slid against the calloused pads of the marine’s feet, taking in the toughened skin that had formed on the outer sides of them. 

Xeno took one of the feet in his hands and pressed against the pad with both his thumbs. Stan gave an appreciative moan as he felt the digits massage his weary soles. He melted into the touch as Xeno continued to rub his thumbs in small circles, working along the parts that bore the most weight. Once he was satisfied with his findings, he transferred over to the other, putting Snyder at ease with the relaxing attention. 

His hands wandered upwards and encircled the man’s calf, silently prompting him to flex. He gave a thoughtful hum before his hands inched further up. Stanley’s thigh proved to be too big for Xeno’s hands to fully encompass it, but he tried nonetheless. A fire started to bubble in Stan’s abdomen as his husband’s touch continued north, bit by bit. He could feel the tips of those gloved hands brushing along the inside of his thighs, closer and closer to his genitals. 

“Spread your legs.” 

Stanley did as he was ordered, knees fighting against the sheets as he put himself on full display for the doc. His face flushed a deeper crimson as more need swelled in his gut. He was already erect and twitched as Xeno’s hands slid up his glutes. 

“Your muscles are all in great shape,” Xeno praised while he squeezed at the chiseled ass that sat in his hands. Xeno couldn’t hide the lustful groan that rolled up his chest. Another wave of endorphins washed over Stan, causing his pores to prick and a shiver to dance upon his ribs. His toes curled into the sheets as he basked in the glory of Xeno’s unrestrained voice. 

One of the gloved hands continued to paw at the meat of Stan’s ass as the other moved towards the middle. Stan tensed as he could feel the hand disappear off his body for a moment only to touch him directly against his puckered ring of muscles. He felt the cold, smooth glide of liquid lubricating Xeno’s fingers. They swirled around his entrance, playing with him like the keys on a piano. 

Stan let out a deep breath in an attempt to relax and steady himself. He could feel his lungs deflate inside his chest, his whole body shrinking with the forced slackening. Xeno took his opportunity to slip a finger inside of Stan, just the tip was enough to pull a strained grunt from him. 

“My, your body is so naughty, Stan,” Xeno teased. His other hand released its grip on the marine’s ass and moved down to his neglected dick. His thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of it where the shaft met his testicles. Another pleased hum wordlessly sang his praise as the heft of his balls sat on the back of the man’s hand. “I’m just giving you a thorough exam to make sure you’re healthy, but you’re getting turned on from it. Look at you: hard and leaking.” 

Xeno moved his hand along his husband’s shaft, letting his tight grip pull lightly at the skin he held. Between the discomfort of taut skin being forced to move along his hard-on, and the bite of the medical gloves, Stan couldn’t find any physical pleasure in the action. The mental pleasure, however, was overwhelming. He was at the mercy of the doctor, and worse still, he was writhing in skin-tingling embarrassment from being called out for his perverted behaviour. 

“I haven’t felt your touch in so long,” Stan said in his defense. His eyelids hung heavy and shaded his cerulean eyes from the harsh light hanging above him. His hands balled into fists as he once again mindlessly struggled against the chain holding them behind his back. 

“Are you blaming your sexual deviance on me?” Xeno asked with a disapproving tone. His finger pushed deeper inside of the hole that grasped him with such force it made him dizzy with lust. His other hand picked up its pace as he worked the marine’s shaft with purpose now. “You think I’ve been negligent?” 

“N - No,” Stan strained to say as the stimulation built up. His legs involuntarily shook as the forced pleasure poured into him like a fire hydrant filling a water balloon. “You feel so good. I can’t think straight.” 

Xeno stopped his siege and pulled his hands away, leaving Stanley to shiver from how empty and untouched he was. A whimper vibrated the man’s chest while he laid in wait. 

His hazy eyes finally fell upon the scientist’s face as he moved around the bed. Xeno pulled one glove off his hand and scrunched it up before pulling the second one inside out and over the other, effectively balling them up like any real medical professional would do. He tossed the used gloves into the bedside trash can before he crawled onto the bed. His lab coat dragged behind him, covering their crimson sheets in fresh snowfall as his knees bit into the mattress. 

“Give me your head,” Xeno instructed. Stan struggled against his position and the lack of support the pliable foundation gave before he could finally pull himself up to his knees again just to lay his face in Xeno’s waiting hands. He could feel the cold bite of his pale fingers against his heated cheeks and the smell of powder lingered between the scientist’s fingers, no doubt residue left behind from the gloves. 

Xeno tilted Stanley’s head back with a soft movement, guiding the marine’s eyes to meet his own. Stan fell for the trap of those cosmic eyes tearing his heart out through his pupils, shredding it to pieces and ripping the bloody confetti into dust before consuming it like a blackhole. Oxygen eluded his lungs and the chill of space froze his body in place, succumbing to the mercy of Xeno. 

“Then I’ll have to retrain your body to know that it belongs to me and me alone. You are permitted to eat when I feed you, rest when I say so, and to pop a boner when I allow you to.” A hungry groan shook Stan as he basked in the molten fire of his words. Xeno’s hand cupped his chin as his fingers pushed painfully against either side of Stan’s cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth as wide as he could. 

“Tongue.” Stanley pushed his tongue forward, letting the appendage hang limply from his lips. Two fingers pressed against the tip of it, following the center line where the muscles converged, and sinking deeper into his burning hot mouth. The warmth from his heavy breaths wrapped around Xeno’s bare hands and replaced the chill of his lanky fingers as they ran back and forth along his tongue. Stan salivated while Xeno slowly finger fucked his mouth, emotionless eyes staring down his nose at the mess of a marine. 

“We’ll start with this sassy mouth of yours. I’ll tire that tongue out so you can’t talk back to me.” Xeno slowly slid his saliva slicked fingers out of Stan’s mouth, letting a string of silver connect them for a moment longer before it broke under its own weight and dripped down his chin. 

Xeno laid on his back, sprawled out across the California King sized bed. The black socks that clung to his feet blended in with the deep crimson sheets that swaddled him. His pale skin was a shock of light against the dark of their bedroom. The lab coat he wore bunched up around his shoulders, framing his chest like a pair of wings. 

His hand wandered down his body, dots of saliva glistened along the path like hiking markers to seduce a foolish wanderer. Stan watched the beads of glittering wetness form on his husband’s body as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He couldn’t stop salivating at what was about to come. 

Those same fingers reached between his spread legs and softly ran a circle around his own hole. Xeno let out a breathy sigh of relief while he finally tended to the lust that had been rising inside of him. Stan sat back and watched completely entranced as those two fingers disappeared inside of Xeno’s entrance. The man’s body greedily gobbled them up to the top knuckle. A groan vibrated Stanley’s chest and his need was building a bonfire inside of his stomach. 

“Lick me,” Xeno demanded. Stanley didn’t hesitate to take his place between the man’s legs before leaning down, this time making sure to be more graceful so as to not fall on top of him. Apricity flowed over Xeno’s skin as he felt the tongue press between his cheeks. He melted into the touch. 

Stan’s unsteady footing left him to press against Xeno with most of his weight. His tongue ran laps around the wrinkled entrance before teasing his way inside. He could feel the restrictive grasp circling around his tongue. A lingering taste of herbal body soap clung to the skin, snitching on Xeno. A soft chuckle wracked his body as Stan imagined the man fingering himself loose in the shower beforehand so he could slate his lust enough to drag their foreplay out. 

His tongue delved deeper, wriggling about with a lewd slipperiness that easily lent to the imagined scenario of a tentacle forcing its way inside of the scientist. In front of his hooded eyes, Xeno’s cock twitched from the thought. A deep moan spilled from him like an overflowing sink. It was wet, lustful, and couldn’t be held back no matter how hard he tried. 

Xeno mewled as he felt himself being pried open and licked relentlessly by the skilled appendage. Just his mouth alone was a dangerous weapon and his foresight to tie up Stan's hands was a blessing. Any additional stimulation at this point would have brought their fun to a very quick end. 

More moans spilled from Xeno’s lips as he writhed under the gentle yet intense treatment. His legs strained around Stan and squeezed against the muscular military man. Stanley didn’t stop until he felt a tug at his leash. He finally pulled himself from his husband’s rear and silently questioned the scientist with a quirked eyebrow. 

“I see your skills haven’t dulled either. I need you to skip to the good part.” The doctor pulled at the leash once more, prompting him to scoot closer. Stan’s torso hung over Xeno’s own as he slotted his hips against the ones that shook around him. Xeno’s free hand held the thick dick in place so insertion was easier. 

“Mnn-AAH!” Silver locks fell to discord as he threw his head back, pain and pleasure mixing in his chest as he felt Stanley pry him open further than he had been in many months. His fingers strangled the leash in his hand, holding it tight so that Stan couldn’t pull away and ruin the blissful moment. 

Stan bottomed out and gave a grateful moan of his own, relishing in how tightly Xeno hugged him. A pleasing flush of red dusted his body. Xeno pulled at the leash, dragging Stan closer and daring him to lose his balance. “Don’t move,” he commanded. 

Stan nodded his understanding. 

Slim fingers slipped under his collar and held it tightly, bare knuckles pressed into his throat. Xeno forced Stan closer, their lips a hair’s breadth apart. His full weight bore down awkwardly distributed between Xeno’s knuckles and his knees; thighs tensing painfully as muscles screamed about overuse. 

“Give me your tongue,” Xeno commanded. Painted lips parted to reveal the swollen, cherry-red appendage lined with teeth marks on either side from the marine’s desperate attempt to hide his moans. Thin lips placed a gentle kiss on the tip of it, suckling with cotton kindness. 

The scientist’s free hand ventured downwards, slotting between them in the shallow breath of air that separated toned abs from sweat dotted stomach. Xeno let out a lusty moan as he grasped his shaft. He squeezed it with a learned grip, eliciting the most pleasure without threatening a quick release. Boney fingers slid against Stanley’s stomach at a teasingly slow rate. 

Thin lips opened up and captured his own as he pried them open, demanding entry to deepen their kiss. Xeno’s tongue pushed its way inside, quickly taking stock of every nook and cranny of the marine’s mouth. The slick appendage tasted the lingering toothpaste that hid just a hint of their date-night dinner behind it. The tender taste of rare steak seasoned with just a dash of salt and pepper made Xeno salivate. A cigarette for dessert was the icing on their kiss cake. The harsh tang pulled a rolling moan from the otherwise steady man. Tears welled up on the tips of his eyelids, glazing his pleasure filled eyes with a sad longing for time wasted apart. 

His gestations down below sped up as spiders of ice and fire skittered across his skin. Xeno rocked his hips to the rhythm his hand set, allowing Stan just a taste of bliss without granting him permission to move more than his tongue. 

Unsatiated need made whimpers pour from Stanley’s mouth like waterfalls. Xeno drank each one up with an unmatched fervour. Every whine only made his dick that much harder in his grasp. His breath hitched and his shoulder pressed deep into the bloody lake that he floated in. Their stomachs pressed against one another as his midsection became allergic to gravity; feet strained against the silken coffin the two dared to die inside. 

His hand rubbed at the sensitive tip of his weeping cock. Each pass of his fingers pressing all too deliciously at the head, each buck of his hips swallowing his husband’s dick, and each shared breath stolen from one another’s lungs left Xeno weightless. His orgasm was painfully close and he didn’t have the self-restraint to stop. 

“Fuck me.” 

Stan’s lips bared down on the doctor’s as he melted into the merciful directions. He snapped his hips against the plush ass that he cradled in his lap. Each centimeter of his body caught fire as he mindlessly chased his own bliss. Heaven’s gates parted as a blinding white warmth exploded inside of him. Thighs strained and muscles bulged against the taut skin they hid underneath. His cock swelled inside of his husband, pulling an ingratiated moan from him.  

“Stan! Stan! STAN!” Xeno fucked into his fist as the last shreds of sanity eluded him, torn asunder by the building bliss of his own orgasm. The added pressure of Stan’s cock pulsing inside of him, pumping liquid life deep into him, sent the scientist over the edge of the horizon. “AH-AAA!” He tossed his head back, black eyes rolling back as his body shook from the explosive orgasm. 

The two of them strained against one another for a few precious moments of mind numbing bliss that neither had known since their last night together many months ago. Drops of sweat anteceded Stan’s fall. The blond collapsed on top of Xeno and let the heated air burn his lungs.

Thin arms wrapped around him. Fingers that buzzed with electric nirvana carefully worked the cuffs loose. Metal clicked softly in the bedroom that sang with shared breaths and a grateful groan of freedom once the last buckle was undone. 

Strong hands encompassed the scientist while Stanley nuzzled his head into the lullaby of Xeno’s heartbeat. Long eyelashes batted at tan cheeks as icy blue eyes fluttered closed. A torrent of air filled the marine’s lungs, inflating his chest and pushing Xeno deeper into the Lucullan caress of their bed. “I missed you, Xe.” The confession was quiet, like a hushed prayer in the night, as if raising his voice just a hair would devalue the words. 

Pale fingers threaded through sweat soaked tresses. Xeno tiredly hummed in agreement, a smile plastered on his face. “Don’t worry. When I finally let you out of this room, we’ll have made up for all of the lost time.” 

A boyish giggle shook Stanley as he pulled himself up so that their foreheads kissed. “Sounds like my job here is far from done.” The two shared chaste kisses and light touches as their bodies relearned the comfort of one another’s embrace. 

“You’re mine alone until dawn, my love.”