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Gasped and bitten moans filled the cool air, the freshers hadn’t even been turned on yet, because Wolffe had accosted him in the corridor before he had even finished stripping and had dragged him in for a kiss.
Rex tried to push him away.
“Wolffe, I'm filthy.” The blonde protested.
“Don’t care.” Wolffe answered between kisses. “Been too long.”
Before dragging Rex’s blacks off of his body and over his head so that he could lick, bite, suck and mouth over the tendons in Rex’s neck like an animal wanting to devour him.
“Taste so fucking good.” Wolffe growled against his skin as he continued licking away the sweat that had been trapped under the neck of Rex’s blacks.
“Ugh-” Rex shuddered, but he couldn’t tell if it was in disgust or because Wolffe’s tongue was feeling deliciously good on the sensitive and ticklish skin of his neck. “That’s so gross.”
Rex was sweaty enough that there was an earthy musk that filled Wolffe’s nostrils and it was enough to drive him mad, tinged with the smell of plasma charges and the heat of battle. Wolffe’s keen nose, if it was any better, probably would’ve picked up the smell of pheromones and adrenaline lingering on Rex’s neck too, if he wasn’t human.
“You like it.” Wolffe smirked as he pulled back, giving Rex a slow, filthy once over.
“You’re so kriffing gross Wolffe.” Rex complained even as his cock twitched in his lower blacks.
Wolffe snorted, palming over the outline of Rex’s cock, smirking wide.
“Can’t help it, you taste so good.”
“ Is that so? ” Rex raised an arm above his head, folding it over the top of short blonde fuzz. Wolffe watched the stretch of his bicep, one of Rex’s veins prominent under delicious, bronze skin.
The other hand tangled into Wolffe’s curls, yanking his head back and taking the vod in grey by surprise. Rex moved without really thinking about it, shoving Wolffe’s face into his armpit, generally well groomed, pressing Wolffe’s nose into the smell of sweat and musk.
Wolffe’s moan surprised the both of them even more .
“Go on, filthy fuckin mutt, you like me filthy? Show me how much you like it.”
Rex’s gaze was fiery and expectant, Wollffe can feel his eyes burning a hole into the top of his curls. “Go on, give it a lick.”
The first lick was tentative, Wolffe exploring the lay of the land, just to taste the salt of sweat and the obvious texture of underarm hair. Wolffe’s nostrils flared and he pressed his nose further against Rex’s armpit. There was a telltale bulge in Wolffe’s blacks as he ground his hips against Rex’s hip, clearly more into getting his face shoved against Rex’s underarm than either of them expected.
“So kriffing gross Wolffe.” Rex muttered as he tugged painfully on Wolffe’s hair.
Wolffe rumbled something in response but it was muffled against Rex’s armpit.
One of Wolffe’s hands pinched the inside of Rex’s thigh through his blacks, and the snicker of satisfaction against Rex’s armpit as Wolffe licked across hair and skin was enough to give away that he was still feeling cheeky.
Rex tightened his grip on Wolffe’s hair and tugged, pulling a moan from him.
“My filthy pet.”
That earned an upward glance from Wolffe through dark eyelashes, pupils blown with lust.
“Woof.” Wolffe responded before he dove back in. One hand palmed Rex’s cock, before unsealing his blacks and freeing it from the tight confines of his kute.
Rex’s cock was flushed dark and dripping, foreskin pulled back, the head of his cock glistening with precum. Wolffe wanted to lick that up too, but the hand in his hair shoved him back into Rex’s armpit.
“Clean me up first, and then maybe you can have a taste.” Rex ordered, though he waited for a moment to see if Wolffe would protest. When there was none, he minutely loosened the grip on Wolffe’s curls.
“Yes sir,” Wolffe murmured.
With that he moved on to Rex’s other underarm, making short work of that area as well, breathing in Rex’s scent like it was some kind of airborne spice. He just smelled so good, tasted even better on Wolffe’s tongue. Wolffe was tempted to just bite him to see if his flesh was just as tasty.
Rex was right.
It was gross, disgusting even that Wolffe was all but giving Rex a bath with his tongue like his namesake would, that his cock was hard, trapped in his blacks at being shoved into week old, maybe even month old, sweat and grime trapped underneath Rex’s arms.
Rex’s hand didn’t ever leave his hair, even as Wolffe began licking down Rex’s abs, tracing the line pressed into his skin from the seals of his upper blacks. Sweat tended to collect on the lower back, right where his spine met the curve of his ass, underneath the heavy weight of a fully kitted belt, alongside the warmth and weight of a kama. Wolffe licked around the waistband of Rex’s lowers desperately, smelling Rex’s arousal the closer he got to Rex’s leaking cock.
Rex’s hand in his hair controlled his descent, meaning he couldn’t just fall to his knees to worship and clean Rex’s crotch and cock. It also meant that Rex had the ability to tug his head back so that, once he was on his knees, Wolffe was looking up at him, throat exposed, cock hard between his legs, jutting as far out as it could with his blacks still sealed.
“Good mutt.” Rex petted his head, his smile was playful and sweet, adding even more to his praise. “You’ll take whatever I give you.” He scratched Wolffe’s head and cooed down at him.
Filthy and sweet. Rex always had a good balance on both
The freshers were empty, but anyone could walk in and see Wolffe on his knees in front of Rex, with a controlling hand in his hair and a cock just inches away from his lips, tantalisingly bobbing with each rise and fall of Rex’s chest.
Rex laughed as Wolffe looked up at him. He opened his mouth, tongue lolling out as a silent ask.
“Oh I suppose you did a good job.” Rex teased, though he tugged Wolffe’s face closer to his cock. There was a smirk on his face that mirrored one of Wolffe’s’ own as precum smeared across Woflfe’s cheek as his cock bumped against his face. Instead of leaning away from the mess being smeared onto his face, Wolffe leaned into it, inhaling deeply as he pressed his nose to the shaft of Rex’s cock.
“Go on, get in there. Get me nice and clean, if you do a good enough job I might even let you cum.” Rex laughed, as if Wolffe’s desperation entertained him.
In reality they both knew it did. Wolffe was always eager to fuck, even more eager to be on his knees as Rex’s pet of the week when their shore-leaves just happened to coincide.
“Open your pretty mouth.” Rex ordered, curling his fingers back into Wolffe’s curls.
Wolffe opened his mouth as wide as his jaw allowed. The head of Rex’s cock brushed against his lips, smearing pre-cum onto them. He tasted salt and sweat both on his tongue as Rex pressed his cock into his mouth with a low moan.
“Perfect. Always perfect.” Rex purred while he scratched Wolffe’s scalp, and tangled his fingers into Wolffe’s curly hair.