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The talk later that evening had been everything to Elliott. They had both stirred from a short nap, sticky and drunk on the affections of the other when he had pulled them close, cradling Bloodhound's face. His heart throbbed at the smile they gave him, winding their arms around his neck.
"So, I-I'm really, really hoping this isn't a one-time the-thing... because I'd really, really like to do this more..." Elliott all but whispered, forehead against their own.
They grinned. "As would I, elskan." Their hand rose to run fingers through his hair, earning them a quiet hum. "I would like nothing more than to have you as a partner,"
Elliott leaned into their touch. "Just to be clear, that's a ro-romantic partner, right?"
"Yes, dearest," A small giggle. "Though, perhaps we should wait a while before telling others..."
A short while later, Elliott and Bloodhound had quietly discussed many important details. They would keep their relationship a secret for a short while, get used to each other and the idea of being together, before going public. Bloodhound had laughed at this, joking that they would break millions of Mirage's fans hearts. Elliott had said he didn't care, he only had eyes for them, making Bloodhound blush bright red.
They'd also discussed sex, Elliott confirming he was pansexual, into whatever, while Bloodhound had yet to find a particular label, but was content otherwise. Elliott had taken many partners in the past, experience in all manner of positions and kinks while Bloodhound knew very little of what they liked. They apologised several times for not being ready for certain things, each time they were reassured, kissed, reminded that Elliott was content with simply knowing them in this way.
They'd discussed boundaries, turn-offs, and that until they were ready to expose themselves fully, Bloodhound would lead in future. Elliott had teased them after they had clearly enjoyed hearing him beg, saying they should "lead" a little harder next time. They had slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, laughing along with him.
Everything else they decided to tackle as it came. Both expressed trust in the other to be cautious of public affections, though agreed a slip up would not be the end of the world. They'd also both be content in polyamoury, if another found their way into their world naturally, so be it. Though this was day 1 of Elliott and Bloodhound, this was something to consider later.
"Is this okay? You are comfortable with all that?" Bloodhound asked, still snuggled against Elliott's chest.
"Sounds perfect to me darling." He sighed. "Though, I really, really would appreciate a shower right now."
They laughed, pointing in the direction of the bathroom. They watched as he, still naked, sauntered his way from the warmth of the bed, grinning back over his shoulder when he caught them staring.
The same grin he wore when he left the bathroom a short while later, clean, dry and still completely naked.
They opened their mouth to speak but were cut short. "Don't even, you know you're loving it." He wiggled his eyebrows as he retrieved his underwear, bending over slowly in front of them. He had laughed as they covered their reddening face and made it to the bathroom themselves.
The next few months had been heaven. The pair tried their best to hide their affections, but the other legends soon caught on. They spent far too much time at each other's apartments, talking about things as domestic as shopping lists during games, the small touches, just out of range of platonic, the inside jokes, and ofcourse the unavoidable onslaught of Mirage's flirting suddenly taking a target turn towards Bloodhound. He tried his best, but they knew he would have struggled to keep his mouth running away with itself.
They hadn't gone much further with sex, though once in the privacy of their own homes they could not keep hands to themselves. Bloodhound was especially grabby, pulling and holding Elliott close whenever they wanted. The trickster loved it, asking on several occasions if they'd handle him a little rougher in the bedroom. They would blush and promise to work up to it.
They'd finally told the other legends after getting caught on the dropship. Elliott had gotten himself particularly riled up over some new outfit sponsors had Bloodhound in, all black and red and tight-fitting, really "showed off their ass". Ajay had wandered into the small kitchen only to find Bloodhound's mask pulled to one side and their teeth on Elliott's neck as he whined. She'd all but yelled.
"OH MA GOD I KNEW IT."
The pair backed away from each other as Bloodhound hastily re-attached their mask.
"Doctor-patient confi-confide- Secrets!!" Elliott yelled back. Scrambling to hide his arousal as Bloodhound stood silent, watching him fumble.
Later that evening, along with a whole lot of grinning from Ajay, they had announced they'd been dating. Everyone seemed pretty unsurprised, offering small congratulations and happy words. Though they didn't seem too pleased about the increased amount of PDA and soon some began dreading the "third wheel" position in trios.
The media caught on soon enough, though seeing as Bloodhound didn't really do press, Elliott had made sure to discuss everything with them before answering any interview questions about them. He had to walk out of one interview live on television as he was pressed unto giving up details about them. He'd refused interviews for a while until the hype died down. Bloodhound could not have admired him more and made sure to remind him of that frequently.
Bloodhound could not be happier. They felt more comfortable walking around the other legends without their mask, attended more gatherings, even stayed behind after one match to sign fan's memorabilia with Elliott for a while. They had approached him when they felt ready to leave, and the screams of applause when he had kissed their respirator goodbye left their ears ringing. Elliott made them feel like the most important person in the world, and they let themselves feel it. Enjoyed it. Sank into that wonderful headspace where Elliott was everything.
As their sixth month began, Bloodhound had suggested they'd like to take things a little further. Elliott waited, eyes wide, as they sat across from one another on Bloodhounds bed, for an explanation.
"I want to, uh, how did you put it..." They could feel themselves blushing. "Have you submit?"
Elliott swallowed and nodded, taking their hands. "Yeah, yeah whatever you'd like baby, I'm into that, just uh, let me know the details, and maybe a safe word y'know, and, and uh-"
"You like that idea then?" Their head cocked to the side, grinning widely, watching Elliott squirm. He nodded, watching their hands. Their voice turned quiet. "And something else, I..."
He scooted closer and held their face in one palm as they went silent. "I won't laugh, darling. You know that."
They nodded. "I want to show you all of myself, I'm ready for more if that's alright?"
Elliott smiled. "Absolutely."
They leant forward, face red and voice still a little timid. "I would like to... to fuck you, Elliott." They were suddenly breathless, his heart jumped and he had to swallow again.
His mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to find words. It gave Bloodhound a small boost of confidence in the situation.
"I want to lay you back," Their hands guide him to lean back. "And open you up."
Elliott moaned. Something he didn't expect and it caused them to chuckle, nosing at his throat and leaning over him. They pulled his arms above his head and held them there, speaking right into his ear.
"Have you make all those pretty noises, just for me." Their teeth grazed his neck and he bucked against them. They responded by pining his hips down with their spare hand.
"Have you take all of me, cum for me just like that,"
"Hound, oh fuck..."
"Would you consent to that, darling?"
Elliott nodded, whining. "Please, please, please, god! Yes!"
They sat up and stood from the bed. Elliott looked up, bewildered and watched them grin wildly.
"Then I will make the necessary preparations." They turned to their mask and coat hanging on a chair nearby, donning it.
Elliott whimpered. "Come on, Hound, that was cruel."
They stepped over to him, masked, leaning down to press their palm into his growing bulge. He moaned loudly and arched into their hand.
"Wait for me, my elskan, I will make it worth it,"
"Fuck," He grabbed the fur collar to their coat, placing a kiss on their mask. "You better."
They turned to leave and Elliott tried to clear his head. "H-How long will you be?"
"A few hours, maybe longer." Their voice was chiding, Elliott groaned and flopped back into the bed as he heard the front door close.
The next few hours were torture. Elliott took a quick, cold shower and tried to busy himself with anything other than thoughts of this evening. He styled his hair, spent extra time choosing clothes (Hound's clothes), even moved to the kitchen to make himself and elaborate lunch. It was enough to keep his mind clear until his phone buzzed.
It was a message from Bloodhound;
BH: Just in case, perhaps we shall use the word "Red" for safety?
Elliott groaned. He knew exactly what they were doing. They'd done this before, short sweet reminders every few hours spent together the coming evening. Just to keep Elliott on edge, off his game, teasing him.
BH: I'm not planning anything elaborate but I want you to be comfortable.
He chuckled, imagining Bloodhound having a moment's panic after sending the message, realising it may imply some rather "out-there" kinks they hadn't discussed yet.
E: Sounds good to me, sugar, what exactly are you planning?
He waited a moment for a reply, before putting the phone away and continuing the stir the contents of the pan in front of him. They had expressed some interest in some kinky shit in the past, though nothing more than a few questions. He trusted them to do the proper research, he knew they were nothing if not careful and mindful of him. Plus, Elliott wasn't exactly shy in sharing what got him going.
His mind wandered. He was happy letting them take full control, always, loved it, loved the idea of being used. Loved seeing them bite their lip and grin whenever they got to watch him touch himself. Loved their touch teasing him for just a little too long, mouth whispering things he'd never imagine Bloodhound would say a year ago. He loved it when they pushed themselves over him and ground their hips into his, using him for pleasure. His teeth sunk into his lips and his hand palmed his growing length under his jeans.
The smell of burning stopped his trail of thoughts.
"Shit!"
He fumbled to turn the hob off and pulled the burnt mess to one side to cool. He rubbed his eyes with both hands in frustration. groaning when he heard his phone buzz again. He flopped into a chair at the small, dining table for two Hound owned, and opened the message.
BH: Are you comfortable with being restrained?
"Fuck me, Hound..." He cursed, putting the phone to one side and looking down at the outline of a hard-on in his jeans.
An idea struck him.
He picked his phone back up and opened his camera, sitting back and angling the shot to show his bulge and his teeth caught in his lips, giving his best, innocent, but half-lidded gaze into the lens.
E: [Photo attached]
E: That's a hard yes ;)
The reply was almost immediate.
BH: Are you comfortable with spanking?
Elliott grinned to himself. He bet they had planned to ask these questions drawn out over the whole day, and now he was working them towards giving in and coming home early.
He pulled his shirt up and held it in his teeth, hand resting on his chest, and snapped another photo, but not before undoing his fly to show off more of his dick.
E: [Photo attached]
E: Another yes, baby.
BH: I told you to wait.
E: I'm not touching anything, promise.
Elliott grinned again, knowing he was in such trouble for this. But, he stood, shimmied his trousers and boxers to his knees, sitting back down, letting his erection sit against his stomach and snapped another photo.
E: See?
E: [Photo attached]
Elliott writhed. He knew exactly how much Bloodhound liked to be teased, but wasn't sure how they would react now, seeing as they were trying something new. He stared at the screen, desperately trying to keep his hands from touching heated flesh. To his surprise, the phone screen lit up with Bloodhound's ID, and he answered the call.
"Hey darling, you alri-"
"I should have tied you up before I left. I knew you wouldn't behave, Elliott." Their words were soft, teasing, but Elliott's dick twitched in response and he let out a small groan.
"Let me see you."
He nearly dropped his phone trying to turn on the camera, noticing they left their own switched off. His own face filled the screen, he was flushed, shirt still up at his chest and cock free, underwear at his knees. He was almost sure he heard a low growl. That was new.
"You are misbehaving, dearest."
"No, I'm waiting, I promis-"
"I think you're pushing it." Their voice dropped a little lower and Elliott whimpered, feigning innocence and looking up at the camera through his lashes.
"Redeem yourself. Get on your knees."
Elliott found himself moving to the floor before he could stop himself. They had never spoken down to him, only ever support and praise fighting in the ring, only ever softness and loving at home, but this voice sent shivers across his skin.
"Good. Remove your shirt."
He shimmied his way out of his clothes, and pulled his jeans and underwear off too, lifting the phone to show them.
"Good, good."
He whined again, louder this time. "Are you home soon, baby?"
"Gods, Elliott, look at you. So needy." He could hear them growing breathless. "I'm on my way. Do not move, and I will forgive you for misbehaving." They hung up.
Elliott dropped his phone onto the kitchen table and waited, panting, hard and naked in their kitchen.
"Fuck..."
Not ten minutes later did he hear the front door open. There was some shuffling as Bloodhound removed their coat and mask, leaving them in a tank top and tight jeans. It showed off every inch of muscle they owned and didn't hide large bulge between their legs. Elliott gazed over them and they stepped in front of him, a hand coming down to his cheek.
"So good for me, Elliott," They pulled him to his feet, shaking a little from being stuck still for a while, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He drank them down and moaned into their lips. Bloodhound let their hands roam his skin, clawing gently at his back and grabbing at the flesh of his ass. He moaned again as they pulled away, dragging by the arm to the stairs.
He did notice them pick up a small shopping bag as they did, setting it down on the nightstand when they reached the bedroom.
"Lay down for me, elskan."
Elliott did so, shamefully spreading his legs and biting his lip and they opened the bag. They pulled out a pair of soft ropes.
"Oh god, Hound, fuck yes..."
They grinned, moving to straddle him and tied each wrist to a bedpost. They were careful, kissing each hand and gently wrapping the cord around him, asking each time if they were comfortable, each time getting a hasty nod. Elliott watched them, moving gracefully and with purpose - fuck, how much thought had gone into this?
They moved off him and pulled from the bag a small bottle - lube. Elliott let out a quiet puff of air and watched them begin to undress. Their shirt was removed and there was not a moment of hesitation as they pushed their trousers down. Elliott gasped, watching their cock bob free from their boxers.
"Fuck, you look so fucking good," He said, breathless. They were only half-hard and already he wanted his mouth on them. "You're so gorgeous, so perfect."
Bloodhound smiled, placing a gentle kiss of thanks on hip lips. They had expected even a little anxiety at this moment, but there was nothing, nothing but want and need and love for their partner, knowing Elliott would be good to them.
They knelt between his legs, leaning over to give him one more deep, drawn-out kiss. Their hands ribbed and squeezed at hips, pecs, waist, his breathing faltered as they moved their hands between his thighs and paused as they ran a finger over his entrance.
"I'm going to prepare you now, Elskan, are you ready?" They spoke low into his ear, waiting for his breathless, "Yes," before reaching for the lube.
"Lie still for me," They warmed the slick between their fingers before pressing the first digit into him, slowly. Elliott let out a low hiss at the stretch, they stilled their hand and mouthed into his neck.
"I have you, Elliott, relax." Their finger moved out and back in, each time pressing a little deeper. He moaned lowly as they worked him open, taking their time and adding a second finger. They kept whispering praise at him, as he melted into their touch and mind ran away with the pleasure.
"So good for me, Elliott, taking my fingers so well." They gently pushed in a third, Elliott threw his head back as they stretched him further, moaning loudly.
"Hound please, please fuck me,"
"Keep making your pretty noises and maybe I will, my darling."
He groaned, arching his back and writing at their touch. The ropes left him little room, but he found himself bucking up against their fingers.
"I'm hardly needing to move, Elliott, you use my fingers just like that..." They leant back to look down at him. "So desperate for it, aren't you."
"Fuck! FUCK! Houndie, baby, please..." Elliott watched them bite their lip, cheeks flushed as he glanced down to see their length hard and dripping.
"God, you look so good..." He mumbled, their fingers curling in all the right places. "Please, please I want you inside me, fuck!"
He moaned loudly as they pushed a little deeper, finding his prostate and pressing against it a few times. He shook, feeling the tightness in his gut coiling.
"Just a little more, I'm not sure you deserve it just yet." Their words were followed by a growl, low and gravelly as their voice dipped again, Elliott was almost shouting.
"Please, please, please, baby I'm so close, please, want to come on your cock, fuck, let me, Ah, ah, ah!"
They followed his words with a few harsh thrusts of their fingers, before removing them entirely. Elliott wined and writhed, humping into nothing. They pinned his hips still, waiting for him to calm.
"You want me inside you, right?" They straddled him, shuffling forward until their cock rested at his face. Elliott gave them a small look of disappointment before they grabbed his hair and tugged.
"Ah! Ah, fuck!"
"Not what you wanted?" He shook his head, and they grinned. "You will get me nice and wet for you, then I will give you what you want, dearest."
Elliott opened his mouth eagerly, tongue hanging out, earning a small groan from above him. They placed the tip on his tongue and slid into his mouth.
"So pretty, look at you..." Their hips thrust themselves further into his mouth, taking care not to choke him. "Doing everything I ask, so well... And look at you, you love it." A harsher thrust at their words had them touching the back of his throat for a moment. Elliott let out a loud moan, the vibrations pulling a growl form Bloodhound.
Elliott tried to get as much of them in his mouth as he could, revelling in the groans and growls they gave him. The ropes gave him little room, and they chuckled down at him.
"So, so desperate to please me... Such a good boy."
Elliott humped into the air again and moaned against them. Another dark chuckle.
"I will reward my good boy." They pulled away from Elliott's mouth and moved back between his legs.
Elliott was a mess. Drool dripped down his chin, face red, hair tousled, chest heaving, watching them with that sinfully innocent gaze.
"Rollover for me, here..." They flipped him over, checking to make sure his arms were comfortable in the bonds, before kneeling up behind him and admiring his ass.
Elliott whimpered and arched up towards them.
"Gods," They watched him squirm for a moment, running a hand over their length, and applying more lube.
They leant down over him, teasing his entrance and mouthing at the back of his neck. All he could do was whimper and shake and rut back against them. They chuckled again.
"Ready?"
"Yes, Yes! Oh my god- please, please, please fuck me, Baby, ah, please..."
They lined the tip of their cock up with their entrance. "Good boy."
They pressed into him slowly, sliding in easily. Elliott arched his back and cried out, pushing them further inside. Once they bottomed out, Elliott let out a long, shaky groan. They knelt up again, remaining still inside him. He continued to writhe and squirm. He babbled, "Please, please move," and "I need it, please,", pushing them into and out of him again and again, begging.
Bloodhound loved every second.
"Such misbehaviour." Was all the warning he got before they brought a hand down across his ass.
"Oh! fuck!" Elliott cried out, the sting bringing that little bit of extra pleasure. They smacked him again, a little harder, pulling another loud moan from him.
"Stay," Smack. "Still." Smack.
"Fuck, sorry, sorry, shit!" Elliott did his best, hips still twitching. Bloodhound felt him tightening around them and groaned, the sound rolling into a growl.
"Good boy," All he could do now was whimper and clench around them, waiting for something. They watched him, so desperate, so wanting. They were drunk on the power they had over him.
They leant down over him to whisper in his ear. "Good boys get rewards."
With that, they started a fast pace, fucking into Elliott and pushing deep, hitting his prostate repeatedly and he was all but screaming. Their left hand held his hips up and the other found his nipples, teasing and tugging, grunting and moaning into his ear as he lost concentration enough to speak. They mouthed into his neck and mumbled and growled words of praise.
"So good, that's it, you take me so well," Elliott keened each time, his legs beginning to shake. "You want to come on my cock, don't you? that's my good boy,"
They quickened their pace, losing their rhythm as they felt their orgasm nearing. Elliott was so riled up it was a wonder he hadn't cum yet, but when they sat back again and angled their hips back he felt the edge near.
"So close, Hound!"
"Cum for me my good boy, my dearest, that's it," Elliott tensed up, back arching and spilt onto the bedsheets. He clenched down around them and they pushed deep into him once more, hard, stilling for a moment as they came, deep into their lover. "So good for me...Ah!"
They felt Elliott flop down against the bed, spent, and pulled from him. They chuckled darkly, as their cum spilt from his entrance when they pulled his cheeks apart. Elliott whined, watching them over his shoulder.
They leant over him, flipping him back over and kissing him deeply. They moved to undo the ropes, letting his hands free.
"Are you alright? It didn't hurt too much? It felt good?"
He stopped their anxious questions with a hand on their chest. "Baby, that was amazing, holy shit..." His head flopped back and let out a long sigh.
"I was worried I had gotten carried away."
"Please get carried away more." He chuckled and they batted his chest playfully.
"Wait, here, dearest, I will clean you up."
They left to fetch a damp cloth and cleared away the stickiness, though Elliott would still need to shower later on. He pulled them into his arms when they had finished.
"I love you, Houndie."
"I love you too, my elskan."
They pulled his head against their chest, hand winding through his and stroking his hair with the other, cradling him as he drifted to sleep. Thye followed soon after.