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Elliot’s kiss was bruising in its intensity—the kind that leaves people breathless and dizzy. The kind of love that chews people up and spits them back out. A dangerous love.
And yet Guest chased it like a high. He chased the way Elliot growled against his mouth, tongue prodding insistently at his lips. He chased the way Elliot plundered his mouth, seeking to taste all of the soldier. He chased the way Elliot took, the practical antithesis to the way Guest gives and gives.
And Guest would continue to give to Elliot. He’d let the pizza boy consume him whole—let Elliot take what he wants, feast on the pizza boy’s pleasure and leave them reeling for more.
Guest thoughts were interrupted by the sharp nip of his ear, Elliot marking the column of the soldier’s throat with practiced efficiency.
“I swear to god, if those pants aren’t off by the time I’m done marking your neck, I will leave you blue-balled and make you sleep on the couch.” Elliot growled, rumbling right against Guest’s pulse point.
Guest groaned as Elliot took once more, feasting on his neck—biting, sucking, marking. He quickly got to work, deftly taking off his belt and shimmy his sweatpants down. Guest groaned as the pizza boy grinded against his bulge, their slacks dampening with arousal as slick pooled at their folds.
Guest didn’t even realize they had made it to the bed—too busy basking in the way Elliot took control of the situation, ordering the soldier around like a drill sergeant. He adored being able to see Elliot like this—adored the way he took what he wanted, adored the way he ordered him around.
And now, as his body thumped against the mattress, he found himself falling in love with Elliot all over again.
Elliot stood over Guest, the light from behind him making him look radiant. Like a statue chiseled by light—by god itself. It was divine, the way his chest heaved up and down, the way he was already disheveled. Guest throbbed in his boxers at the view, so close to coming undone just from the satisfaction and pleasure in Elliot’s eyes.
But Elliot wasn’t done—far from it. He stripped hungrily, tossing his pants somewhere behind him—probably ending up in some funny place him and Guest will laugh about in the morning. Elliot groaned as his fingers ghosted over the fabric of his boxers, tracing his dripping slit as if to tease Guest.
It wouldn’t work this time—the way Elliot’s breath hitched, the way his body tensed and trembled with every fleeting touch against his slick folds—that was enough to get Guest off, seeing Elliot in such euphoric pleasure.
Elliot slowly peeled his boxers off, hissing as the cold air brushed against his dripping folds. He threw his boxers somewhere behind him, conveniently going in the opposite direction of his pants.
To Guest’s surprise and slight concern, Elliot immediately came down to straddle Guest’s hips, grinding shakily against Guest’s bulge. His hands—calloused and rough from years of hard work and war—quickly steadied Elliot, grabbing at his hips with a gentle, supportive touch.
“Don’t hurt yourself baby.” Guest reminded, chuckling at the almost feral neediness of his lover. “We need to prep you still.”
“No, we don’t.” Elliot huffed, hands gripping at the waistband of Guest’s boxers. “Prepped myself just before you got home.” He revealed, pulling down on Guest’s boxers until his cock sprung out, already leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
Elliot’s words made Guest’s cock throb, knowing Elliot had been so needy—so desperate for his touch, that he’d already gotten through the ‘annoying’ work.
“Someone was needy, huh?” Guest teased, only to be cut off by another bruising kiss—passionate in its desperation and insistent in its dominance. Elliot didn’t waste any further time, sinking deeper and deeper into Guest’s cock. His eyes rolled back as the stretch made him tremble with arousal, legs shaking as he finally took Guest down to the hilt.
Elliot’s hips lifted, pulling away until only the tip remained. Then, he slammed back down onto Guest’s cock—his thrust brutal in the way it took the air out of the lungs of both parties.
“Less talking, more thrusting.” Elliot gasped, his tone more pleading than commanding. It didn’t help that every roll of Guest’s hips punched a debauched moan from Elliot’s throat, leaving the pizza boy clenching around the intrusion and craving more.
God, Guest was almost thrown over the precipice of pleasure by that alone—the way Elliot’s hips stuttered, his eyes rolling back as Guest’s cock hit that spot inside of him. The same spot that made Elliot’s knuckles turn white from clawing at the sheets and left Elliot dazed and shaking like a leaf.
“H-harder, fuck—“ Elliot rasped, his voice slurred as he continued to chase his pleasure. Guest guided Elliot’s hips, their pace beginning to become frantic and sloppy as he chased his pleasure. Guest continued to snap his hips against Elliot’s entrance, each thrust into Elliot’s tight heat leaving Elliot’s feigned dominance crumbling. “G-Guest, I’m close, please—“
God, hearing that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing up Guest’s spine, his body unable to suppress a shudder as he continued to slam into Elliot with abandon. “Fuck!—Come for me baby, take what’s yours!” Guest snarled as he strived to send Elliot over the edge, to show him the heights of pleasure and leave Elliot satisfied.
It wasn’t a hard task. Elliot’s back arched as he came, eyes glazing over in utter satisfaction. His climax rippled through him, the walls of his dripping cunt pulsing against Guest’s cock.
The sight of Elliot, so utterly intoxicated by euphoric pleasure, sent Guest over the edge. He grunted as his hips stuttered to a standstill, emptying his seed inside of Elliot’s tight heat.
Guest gently laid Elliot down against his chest, aware of how boneless Elliot might be, especially from the way his climax seemed to tear through him. “You alright?” He rumbled, brushing stray hairs away from Elliot’s disheveled face, his yellow skin glistening with sweat.
Elliot nodded, trying to burrow himself deeper into Guest’s welcoming embrace. Guest chuckled, one hand splayed protectively against Elliot’s back as he felt his lover’s breath slow to a crawl—sleep having overtaken them.
Exhaustion eventually overtook Guest as well, the air charged with something similar to adoration as Guest fell asleep—his body entwined with Elliot’s. Just how he liked it.