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After a grueling mission that lasted for approximately two weeks, Meliodas finally comes home with stiff shoulders and sore legs. It’s rare for him to be this exhausted after a mission but this certain one tested his abilities and limits to the point of nearly passing out on the way here.
“Welcome home, Meliodas,” Elizabeth greets him with a bright smile as he enters the Boar Hat with a duffle bag over his shoulder. “You look beat,” King points out, floating to their Captain and helping him with his belongings by taking them off his hands. Meliodas nods to him as a silent show of gratitude and pads towards the man of greed who’s sitting by the counter, nursing an amber bottle of his favorite ale. “Welcome home, Cap’n,” Ban meets him halfway and crouches down to plant a quick peck on the corner of his lips. Meliodas simply hums, leaning in for proper one with a little tongue before dragging his body upstairs to take a well-deserved sleep for the next couple of days. Exhausted or not, he always passes out like this after missions because as hard-working as he is, he would very much rather laze around all day and sleep until the world ends.
“Is he not going to eat?” Gowther, who’s sitting beside Ban, asks in concern. Meliodas always drowns himself in Ban’s cooking whenever he comes home but he guesses whatever this mission was did a toll on his body.
“He’ll eat when he wants. He’s probably really exhausted,” Ban shrugs but there’s a feeling of worry churning in the pit of his stomach as he chugs down the last drop of his ale and pushes his stool back. “I’ll go check on him,” he says and pads upstairs to their shared bedroom where he finds Meliodas already snoring loudly on their bed with his armor plates still on and scabbard strapped across his chest. He looks comfortable though but Ban hates the feeling of rusty armor pressing against his skin so sits on the edge of the bed and attempts to shake his Captain awake.
“Cap’n, wake up,” he tries but to no avail, Meliodas stays a dead log. He tries a couple more times before he sighs and gives up. He grabs his Captain and maneuvers his body out of his silver armor and chain mail. He then puts away his Sacred Treasure, careful not to scratch the leather scabbard before he starts to unbutton his dress shirt, deciding to change his clothes too because Meliodas should at least sleep feeling fresh and clean after a tiring mission. He tosses the shirt into the hamper before moving to undo his trousers. He unbuckles his belt and tosses it into the hamper as well. When he‘s about to remove his boxer briefs, his hands halt over the elastic waistband at the sight of his Captain’s clothed member. He’s suddenly reminded of these past few days where he’d been sleeping alone on a cold and empty bed. Even though they were only apart for a short amount of time; he still missed him dearly and it sucked that he fell asleep immediately. Ban would have loved to chat about anything over a cold bottle of ale; it could be about how his mission went or how Ban’s day went, or they could cuddle underneath thick layers of blankets and maybe fuck or make love for hours or — whatever, he just wants his Captain’s touches and to hear his voice because dammit, as overly attached as he sounds right now, he missed him.
Unable to hold his desires, he slowly palms the outline of Meliodas’ cock through his boxers, feeling every inch of him from the tip of his fingers. He’s big even when he’s not erected and that fact makes Ban whimper in excitement, he can’t wait to watch his Captain grow even bigger for him. As he rubs him, he steals glances at Meliodas’ sleeping face, prepared to create distance just in case he wakes up but he doubts his lover minds being touched like this in his sleep and without permission and if he does then Ban would just have to take his punishment later. He loves being punished anyway, enjoys the feeling of his Captain being extra rough and mean to him.
Ban sinks to his knees next to the bed and replaces his hand with his lips to mouth at the head of his cock through the thin material. He sucks and licks until his tongue stings and numbs from the friction of the fabric before biting the waistband and yanking his boxers down his legs and off. Meliodas’ half-hard cock springs free and slaps heavily against his abdomen, and Ban’s mouth waters at the sight. His cock is of a dark shade of red with thick prominent veins going down its slightly curved length. He takes him in his hand, feeling the weight of it before pressing a feather-light kiss on the head and licking a long stripe from the base to the tip. He gives him a couple of strokes, getting him harder and bigger, and then engulfing everything in his mouth effortlessly. His lips stretch around his thick girth as he slides down with no restriction until his nose is buried in the light curls of his neatly trimmed pubic hair and feels him poke the back of his throat. He breathes in through his nose, filling his lungs with his Captain’s muskiest scent. It’s as if his mouth was designed to take his Captain’s cock like this, his throat moulds around the shape of his cock, memorizing its shape and size.
He salivates, coating Meliodas’ thick length with his drool before pulling off with a loud and wet pop. Thick blobs of saliva trickle down the demon’s cock as it twitches from the sudden transition of the heat from Ban’s throat to room temperature. Even with Meliodas sound asleep, he’s still capable of growing this big and rock hard. It makes Ban giddy with excitement and arousal as a telltale bulge forms in his pants.
He strips out of his clothes, chucks them across the room and crawls to lay on his belly between his Captain’s legs on the mattress. He props his elbows on either side of Meliodas’ hips and takes him into his mouth again, humming in delight when his throat is stuffed full. He pulls up slowly, lips catching at the sides, and sinks back down. He does this for a couple more times before he’s bobbing his head at a steady pace. He makes a gagging sound every time the tip of Meliodas’ cock stabs the back of his throat but he doesn’t stop and only increases his speed. He only ceases when his jaw starts to ache and his cheeks are coated with a mixture of precum and drool. For a moment his lips leave his cock to mouth at his balls, sliding his tongue over them, sucking one globe into his mouth and then the other before trailing back to lap at the leaking slit, he then falls to rest his cheek against Meliodas’ lap to rest for a while. His throat aches but his arousal aches more between his legs.
When he catches his breath and the tinges of pain in his throat reduce, he props himself back up, this time on his knees and straddles his Captain. He reaches behind him to spread his cheeks and carefully slides his crack against Meliodas’ cock, shuddering at the feeling. “Cap’n,” he croons lovingly. It’s not loud enough to wake up the older male but that’s not his intention. He just loves calling him, loves the way his name rolls out of his tongue so casually. It may not be special, every sin calls him ‘Captain’ but it’s special to him — to them. They rarely voice out their feelings for each other in a romantic sense like most couples do but it’s poured in every syllable when they call each other whether it’s in pubic or in the privacy of their room where they’re alone together.
He gathers the slick from Meliodas’ cock and easily slides in two digits into his entrance with a quiet hiss and slowly works himself open. He makes scissoring motions with his fingers, loosening himself a little before wedging a third digit next to the first two and pumps them in and out. He plants one hand against Meliodas’ chest for leverage and fucks himself on his fingers with quiet moans slipping out of his lips. His Captain’s face seems to arouse him more as he watches him look so defenseless and vulnerable, unaware of how slutty Ban is looking right now with knuckles deep in his own ass and cock leaking like a broken faucet.
“Ah!” he gasps when the tips of his fingers brush against a bundle of sensitive nerves that causes his cock to jump. He does it again, aiming for that particular spot that Meliodas knows so well, until he’s nearly sobbing into his palm in a futile attempt to keep his voice down. When he feels his orgasm nearing, he forces himself to pull out and grip the base of his cock with a pained groan. “Fuck...n-not yet,” he curses.
Once he wills his orgasm away, he pulls his cheek apart with one hand and uses the other to hold the base of Meliodas’ cock to guide the head to his puckered entrance. “Ah, ah—” Ban can’t help the noises that escape his lips as Meliodas enters him inch by inch as he sinks down. When he feels the tip of his cock deep inside him, completely buried in his warmth, he takes deep breaths, careful not to move immediately and risk waking up the slumbering dragon.
“Cap’n, you feel so big,” Ban sighs, rubbing his lower belly to emphasize and begins rolling his hips in the way he knows Meliodas loves — and he does because even in his sleep, Meliodas groans and Ban freezes for a moment, the fear of being caught pumping adrenaline through his veins and igniting his arousal further. He’s not sure if he wants to get caught or not but either way, he gets to be with his Captain.
When Meliodas stills, eyes still closed but eyebrows now furrowed, Ban proceeds to roll his hips a couple more times before he plants both his feet on the mattress, moving from a kneeling to a squatting position and leans back on his arms with his hands gripping the latter’s ankles. He lifts himself using the tip of his toes and carefully goes up and down, whining at how difficult this new position is but it reaches his deepest parts. He goes slowly at first but gradually increasing his speed and when he finds the rhythm, he begins bouncing on the demon’s cock, biting his lips as he does so. His cock bobs between his flexed thighs and slaps against Meliodas’ abdomen, getting drops of precum over his torso.
“Cap’n!” Ban sobs, throwing his head back as he slaps down harder, bouncing with so much force the bed starts to creak and move with him — and that’s when Ban hears the faintest grunt from the man underneath him as he stirs in his sleep. He frantically pushes himself upright and holds onto his knees for balance just in time to watch Meliodas’ nose scrunch and eyes flutter. He’s breathing heavily, emerald eyes clouded with confusion and arousal. “B-Ban?” he pants, voice groggy with sleep. “Cap’n,” the latter purrs, placing his knees down and seating flushed on Meliodas’ lap. “Did I wake you up?” he asks sarcastically because of course, he did with how rough he was bouncing on his dick.
“Mmh, what’re you doing?” Meliodas props himself on his elbows and lazily scratches his eye with a loosely clenched fist. He blinks away the blur in his eyes and stares at the view in front of him. Ban is completely naked, legs wide open and his cock buried deep inside the man. It takes him a couple more seconds to process the heat circulating around them and the way his cock is twitching but before he can say anything, Ban is already opening his mouth. “What does it look like I’m doing?” Ban raises an eyebrow and rolls his hips teasingly, eliciting a moan from Meliodas who falls back down. He cards his fingers through his golden locks and grips Ban by the waist to still him. “What a naughty, naughty, slutty kitten you are,” he chuckles breathlessly. “I think I have to chain you up for this,”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea, Cap’n,” he rolls his tongue at the end of his sentence, staring lustfully at his lover before continuing to move his hips and bounce on his cock with the same speed as before. Meliodas’ throws his hands to hold Ban, groaning from the intense impact of his ass slapping against his lap. “Slut,” he hisses, spanking the man of greed hard on the side of his thigh and that makes Ban arch his back and choke on a gasp. “You can’t even wait a couple of hours for me to fuck your pussy. Did you miss my cock that much?” Meliodas smirks, bucking his hips and propelling them upwards, fucking up into Ban’s heat with no restraint.
“Oh, god! Yes! I missed it so much!” Ban sobs, his hands scrambling around for dear life on Meliodas’ thighs, chest, and then on his own cock, unable to decide if he wants to hold on or jerk himself off. His cock is aching so badly as it swells at the tip, desperate for release. With trembling fingers, he wraps them around his cock but the consistent jabs at his prostate keeps sending a sharp stabs of pain and arousal up his spine and Ban cries loudly, he lets go of his cock and opts to hold onto the hands gripping his hips instead, knowing if he touches himself now, he won’t last another minute and Meliodas certainly won’t be satisfied with that.
“God, Ban you’re unbelievably tight,” Meliodas grunts, bending his knees for leverage as he thrusts up harder, hard enough for Ban’s body to jerk upwards from the mere impact. “You didn’t touch yourself at all while I was gone, did you?”
“N-no,” Ban shakes his head. “I’ve been—ah!...I’ve been a good boy, Cap’n,” he proudly says in between moans. Pleased to hear that, Meliodas chuckles and presses against his lover with more vigor. “I guess I will have to reward you then,” he decided and Ban perks up like the child he is inside. Meliodas can practically see a fox’s tail wagging behind him and ears pointed upwards. “Would you like that, kitten?” Meliodas quirks an eyebrow, lovingly caressing Ban’s waist as he continues to impale him on his cock. “Y-yes, yes!” Ban chants, drooling from the pleasure surging through every vein in his body.
“What do you want?” Meliodas tugs the corner of his lips up into a smirk, enjoying the view of his lover withering on top of him as he hits all the right spots all at once. “Mmmhng...wan’ you to...to tou—ha!...m-me, Cap’hnnn,” Ban slurs. “What was that, kitten?” Meliodas feigns just so he can hear Ban struggle to build coherent words in his wrecked state. The younger male sobs, shaking his head, tears flowing down his flushed cheeks. “Ahn...want you to...to touch me,” he repeats, a little clearer this time. He takes one of Meliodas’ hand off his waist and guides it to his neglected cock. “He-here...touch me here, p-please,” he pleads and who was Meliodas to deny his kitten’s wishes.
He wraps a hand around his shaft and steady strokes him. Ban stutters, eyes rolling back and tongue falling out of his mouth as a high-pitched moan fills the room. His prostate is becoming oversensitive from the abuse and he can barely move his legs anymore, relying solely on Meliodas’ strength to keep them moving. “You’re so pretty, Ban,” Meliodas sighs, caressing Ban’s hips again to sooth him before grinding his palm against the head of his cock, causing tinges of pain to spark down his length. “N-no!” Ban protests, too sensitive in that area. He tries to grab his Captain’s wrist but the latter slaps him away with a click of his tongue in a warning. Meliodas grips the base and rolls the head of his cock against his palm again, applying pressure on the tip. It makes Ban scream, cry, drool helplessly because with Meliodas gripping him so tightly, it’s impossible to come so he dry orgasms with a loud weep. His cock aching so good he cries another round of tears.
Meliodas coos, hands not stopping as he watches his lover lose his mind and succumb to both the pain and pleasure. The pleasure is what he gets for being a good boy and the pain, for being impatient and disturbing his sleep. “Use your safeword if you need to, kitten. You know I’ll stop if you really can’t take it,” he reminds him. They never thought of assigning a safeword but to avoid getting seriously hurt and just in case, they decided to but so far Ban has yet to use it, determined to take every rough treatment his Captain does to him with minimal complaints as possible — and that includes right now.
Ban shakes his head stubbornly and shoves two fingers in his mouth to suck on, It’s so he has something to do with his hands but also to press the pads of his fingers against the back of his tongue which is one of his erogenous zones. He clenches around Meliodas’ cock and the blonde lets out a sinful moan at the tightness as his back arches of the bed momentarily. “A-again,” he huffs. “Do that again, Ban,” and Ban gladly complies. He clenches again, slick walls constricting around his Captain’s throbbing cock and sucking him in until he swears he can feel the tip poke at his stomach. “Mmh,” Meliodas half-groans and half-moans, thrusting up harder and stroking Ban faster.
“Cap’n,” Ban snivels, his face painted a pretty shade of red and wet with tears and drool. “I’m...please,” he pleads but his sentence comes out chopped and incomplete as the cloud in his mind thickens. Meliodas can guess what he wants though and as much as he wants to grant him that, Ban needs to understand his mistakes. “Do you know what you did wrong, Ban?” he asks and the immortal being shakes his head in frustration as another dry orgasm wrecks him to his very core. He screams out loud, hands flying to scratch along his arms to distract himself from the overstimulation but it does nothing to ease the sore throbbing from his cock.
“You woke me up, kitten. You know you’re not supposed to wake a sleeping dragon, most of them bite,” Meliodas sighs, squeezing the base of Ban’s cock harder until he knows it hurts. “I’m...I’m so-hah!” Ban bleats, his whole body trembling. “S-sorry...I’m sorry!” he wails as Meliodas slaps his cock. “Nnn—sorry! Cap’n!” the poor man pleads and cries and pleads some more until he can feel his safeword at the tip of his tongue.
“Will you do it again?” Meliodas quirks an eyebrow he ceases the movement of his hips to squeeze him again, watching Ban’s stomach jump. “Ah! N-no!” he replies hurriedly. “I-I won’t do it again! Please, please...hurts so bad, hurts so much!” he wails again as a stream of urine flows out of his swollen head, trickles down Meliodas’ wrist and pools on his belly. Meliodas clicks his tongue, wondering if he should punish Ban for peeing on him but then decides against it when he sees the look of utter discomfort and agony in those ruby eyes. “You’ve learned your lesson, right?” he asks and Ban nods frantically. “Use your words, kitten,” Meliodas pinches him slightly, not enough to hurt.
“I-I’ve learned my lesson, Cap’n,”
“That’s a good kitten,” the demon says proudly in a hushed voice, brushing away Ban’s tears with his thumb. Ban mewls and leans into his palm affectionately, nuzzling his hand with his nose and purring. For a fox sin, he acts more like a kitten than a fox.
He croons, caressing his cheek once more before letting his hand fall back to Ban’s waist and proceeds to fuck up into his tight heat again. He catches Ban by surprise and the man screams, arching his chest beautifully, gleaming with a sheer layer of sweat from the sunlight pouring inside the room. Meliodas lets his cock go and instead, laces his fingers with Ban’s, letting him grasp his hand as he bounces as much as his trembling legs can.
“Cap’n—I’m gonna! It—It’s going to—hngggg!” Ban wails, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Go ahead, kitten,” Meliodas allows. “Let it out,” and Ban does with a wanton cry and curled toes. Meliodas comes with him with a strangled grunt as he lifts his ass off the mattress to press against Ban vigorously. He fills Ban with plenty of cum, some of it escaping down their thighs with his cock still buried inside. Ban orgasms for the third time, his whole body trembling violently as he spurts all over his Captain in long ropes of white. Once he’s emptied out what he can, another steady stream of urine flows and rivers down Meliodas’ skin, soaking the mattress.
“C—Cap’n...” Ban hiccups weakly, his body still trembling even when they’ve finished coming. “You’re okay, kitten,” Meliodas coos, sitting up to wrap his arms around his lover’s waist and kiss his pectorals lovingly. “You did so well,”
Ban smiles weakly and leans to rest his cheek against Meliodas’ tousled locks. They stay like this for a while, simply basking in their afterglow before Ban shakily lifts himself off the latter’s cock. Blobs of cum splatters on the mattress from the gravity and he grimaces but cleaning up right now feels too much of a bother so he slumps down beside his Captain and lets himself get pulled against his chest.
“I’m exhausted,” Meliodas yawns, the tips of Ban’s pale-sapphire locks tickling his nose a little and he sneezes adorably. “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up a little later,” Ban chuckles against his clavicle where he plants a feather-light kiss. “You’re not gonna sleep?” Meliodas asks, his eyes already slipping closed as he lazily brushes his fingers through Ban’s locks that smelled of lavender. Even after sweating and being drenched in body fluids, Ban still smells wonderful — Meliodas wonders if Ban had taken a shower before he came home this morning.
“I will, not too long though. I still need to cook dinner in a few hours,” he replies and Meliodas grunts, pulling him a little closer out of habit. “Mmh, get Elizabeth or King to do it,” he suggests as a joke but he wouldn’t mind that idea too if it meant keeping Ban longer in bed. “I would but the princess is just as bad of a cook as you are. And King refuses to hold raw meat because he says they’re slimy and gross,” Ban chuckles and Meliodas’ shoulders jerk with fond laughter.
Another yawn comes from Meliodas. “I doubt King can cook anyway,”
“He can do basic breakfast dishes like omelettes and pancakes,” Ban shrugs but when Meliodas did not reply and the hand on his hair stills, he presses another kiss on his clavicle, and on his neck, cheeks and then on his slightly parted lips where his kiss lingers the longest. “Goodnight, Cap’n,” he whispers softly, pulls the blanket up to his shoulder and throws an arm around the latter’s waist. He feels sticky lying on a cum-and-urine-soaked mattress but heavy eyelids and his lover holding him close distract his mind from all of that — from everything — as he too drifts off to sleep.