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“I could break these if I wanted to,” Kaz muttered as he tested the strength of the Christmas lights elaborately wrapped around his chest and neck, “You suck at tying for a torture enthusiast.”
“Mhm?” Ocelot hummed as he kneaded a hand over the blonde’s bare ass, “Why don’t you break it then?”
“Because they cost GMP,” Kaz grumbled, shifting a little to help himself adjust to Ocelot’s length, “I’m not gonna break it.”
“It came out of my earnings,” Ocelot hooked a finger around the tight ring of wire around his neck, dragging him close enough to feel his labored breaths, “Break them.”
Kaz furrowed his brow, pulling away from Ocelot before he puffed out his chest, grit his teeth, and tried to tear his arm free. When that didn’t work he shifted erratically throwing his weight around, forwards then backward, to the left, right, then leaned forward only to plop right onto Ocelot’s chest.
“Done?” Ocelot uttered in a disapproving but amused tone.
Kaz let himself breathe for a minute before he looked up through his shades and whispered “You wish.”
So Ocelot waited, entertained by the absurd dance Kaz was doing trying to break free. “Fuck-did you not get the cheap ones?” He panted, looking down at the lights as if he could scare them into submission-into breaking.
Cute.
“I did buy the cheap ones,” Ocelot tisked, shaking his head with obvious intent to get Kaz riled up “Guess you’re just not strong enough.”
“Fuck you-this is hard to do with a sweater,” Kaz defended, settling back against Ocelot’s knees which were drawn up behind him.
“I thought the sweater would give you less friction to work with,” Ocelot smirked, doting the custom-made ‘ I ♥ DD ‘ sweater that Phoenix Fox made for each of them in her spare time.
Kaz sighed, gripping the wire coiled around his hand as Ocelot rocked into him briefly “It still doesn’t fucking help” he spat, twitching slightly with how oddly full he felt with Ocelot inside him.
“How is this even fair by the way,” he swallowed trying to make his voice sound stabler as he looked down to where they were connected “You’re completely clothed and I only have this shitty sweater-“
Ocelot gasped as if offended “Shitty? One of our soldiers made that for you, ungrateful bitch-“ he emphasized with a rough thrust up, causing Kaz to squeeze out a broken whimper.
“It’s itchy-“ Kaz complained, bending forward slightly to get the hot prickly feeling of Ocelot’s tip pressing on his sensitive prostate off his mind “Besides you’re not even wearing yours.”
Kaz growled, pulling his wrist only to hear the soft clinking of tiny glass bulbs “That’s not even mentioning how this” he tilted his head towards his sweater “isn’t even a Christmas sweater” he cringed at the ridiculous cat wielding two revolvers on the front of his sweater. “There’s nothing ‘Christmasy’ about it.”
“But it is a sweater?” Ocelot clarified, softly jerking Kaz forward with every little thrust “They said to bring a sweater for Christmas.”
“T-That means a Christmas sweater idiot,” he tried to stay upright, using his knees to lift himself to allow Ocelot more movement beneath him “Like you know-Santa and elves and all that-s-shit. Normal Christmas-stuff?”
“You talk too much Miller” Ocelot gave him a nasally laugh, reaching over to the fancy glass of whiskey forming a water stain on the wooden nightstand. Without ruining his pace he ‘offered’ the drink up to his lips with little charm in his voice “drink.”
“You know-that’s rich coming from you” Kaz huffed, left thigh shaking with exertion as he struggled to maintain his balance “Boss always says you talk too much-especially when it comes to talking about mother base.” His chest vibrated with a chuckle “said you treat this place like a show pony, advertising the smallest details to him as if you were trying to impress him-“He choked against the sharp tug on the ring of lights around his neck.
“Shut up and listen.” Ocelot hissed, staring down the glassy-eyed blonde through his glasses, “Now. Drink.” He pressed the strong-smelling liquid back to his lips.
Miller let out a tiny whimper, nearly falling against Ocelot’s chest as he sipped pathetically from the glass.
“Don’t swallow yet,” Ocelot purred, setting the drink aside before pulling his confused co-commander down for an invasive kiss, tongue forcing itself between Kaz’s weakly pursed lips.
Panicked, Kaz made a high-pitched growl as if to say ‘I’m going to make a mess if you do this’, but as whiskey spilled on Ocelot’s priceless sweater and dribbled down his chin from hungrily swallowing down what he could, Kaz figured this is exactly what he wanted to happen. Gross.
When they broke a part Ocelot was already grabbing for the drink, glass clinking against teeth as Kaz unwillingly took a few bitter gulps of whiskey and let it leak down into his stubble. By the end of it, he could actually feel the whiskey sloshing in his stomach with Ocelot’s thrusts.
“I have work tomorrow,” Kaz muttered, head lulling to the side and growing fuzzy as Ocelot set the empty glass with a deafening clink “recruits…gotta…”
Ocelot relished in observing Kaz squirm in discomfort, thoughts wrestling around in his head, conflict brewing within his heavy chest and behind his shades. So beautiful to watch.
“Here Kaz,” he pointed to his eyes, tapping his cheek and smiling because he knew very well Miller would never let him call him something as affectionate as ‘Kaz’ without a sharp slap in return “Focus here.”
And slowly Kaz did, eyes lazily following his finger up to his icy blue iris, the lights wrapped around his chest reflecting blue, white, green, and red off his cat-like eyes.
God he looked so pretty, Miller shuddered, as if that was even possible for a man who reveled in torturing to be considered ‘pretty’.
“Ah-god,” Kaz squeezed his eyes shut with a sudden spike of pleasure racing up his spine. Ocelot had found his prostate without any issue as he always fucking did. “How’d you always do it-“ Kaz slurred, leaning forward into Ocelot’s shoulder and consequently shoving his glasses off the bridge of his nose.
His co-Commander tilted his head with an amused hum “What did you say?” He snuck a finger beneath Kaz’s chin and lifted his head, mind sluggish from swinging in liquor, and sunglasses now somewhere between them.
“You always make me feel so good,” Kaz pouted, pulling at his restraints in frustration. “I want-can you get this off me?”
“No.” Ocelot grinned, mustache curling in pride with the pitiful expression on Kaz’s face. “Sit up straight.”
“I can’t,” Miller huffed, head threatening to fall off the support of his finger “My legs hurt.”
“Sit. Up.” Ocelot growled, letting Kaz struggle to adjust himself, thighs still quivering around his legs. “Good,” Ocelot cooed, memorizing everything about the scene before him “Easy…just like that Miller.”
“I’m notafucking horse.” Kaz spat, but his blush showed clear as day on his cheeks. He let out a miserable groan at the hot tingles engulfing his body, shredding his conscious thought apart. God, this position made it worse. He might actually end up coming untouched this time.
“O-Ocelot,” he drawled out a moan as he threw his head back, nearly making him fall back if it wasn’t for Ocelot’s hands on either side of his waist, deliciously gripping his soft flesh-probably formed from working at a desk all day.
Ocelot breathlessly muttered something, before he snapped his hips up, the sound of skin slapping skin driving him nearly to the edge right then and there. “Kaz,” he whispered, slamming him down against him, Miller gasping as his insides constricted around him.
“I h-hate when you use that name,” Miller said between pants as Ocelot dragged his body down, again and again, to meet with his devastatingly precise thrusts.
“What do you want then?” Ocelot’s voice wavered, southern drawl breaking as he watched Kaz seize up with every aggressive press against his prostate.
“K-Kazuhira-“ the end of his words came out as a whine as Kaz narrowly avoided the urge to break under the stimulation. He wouldn’t let Ocelot win again.
Ocelot smiled, lips parted slightly to catch his breath as the name slipped from him.
“Kazuhira” Kaz flinched at how Ocelot’s accent put his beloved Japanese name to shame. “You like that better?”
“Fuckyou-“ Kaz replied randomly because cognitive thinking had been lost to him for a while now. “Fuck-aha-this too” the blonde dared to look down at the hands forcing finger-sized bruises into his sides.
“You sound so close but I haven’t even touched your dick yet,” Ocelot smirked, noting the familiar arch in Kaz’s brow and the spaced-out gaze he always got before he lost it.
“I’m not—“ Kaz scrunched up his face almost like he was in pain as he struggled to stay at the peak but never over it. “Let me out of this thing!” Kaz clenched his teeth trying to rip off the Christmas lights, unknowingly tightening around Ocelot, who huffed out an embarrassing noise at the movement.
Knowing that if he didn’t take control of the situation now he’d be brought to orgasm first, Ocelot spread his legs slightly to get a little more leverage and lifted the weight off Kaz’s knees, holding him slightly above the mattress before he started an even quicker pace.
Kaz keened, his entire body shaking as Ocelot effortlessly brought him back to the edge.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna lose it all now?” Ocelot strained, still wanting to keep that haughty, competitive nature between them as they did with everything. And the angry look Kaz gave him proved that his words and energy were well spent.
“I’m not” Kaz gritted his teeth to prevent another noise from escaping him. In a spurt of confidence, he wriggled out of Ocelot’s controlling grip and forced himself down against the thrust up into him.
Both men shuddered with a noise, frazzled by the sudden move but Miller was quick to recover as he started his own pace up and down his cock before Ocelot could catch his breath.
The Russian shoved his face into his scarf to help hide the strangled groan that came with Kaz's forceful movements.
“What? Embarrassed?” Kaz laughed, feeling the grip on his waist loosen “Not so cocky now h-huh?” The hungry determination in his eyes sent goosebumps across Ocelot’s heated skin.
“Y-You’ll see” Kaz huffed, coming close to losing his balance a couple of times with his aggressive grinding “I’ll make you come first this time” his thrusts slowed just a little as he caught his breath “r-right in my t-tight ass.”
Ocelot's breath hitched as his own cheeks flushed a feverish pink. If he knew Kaz could get this dirty he would have made him get tipsy more often.
“Is that what you want?” Ocelot growled, voice unsteady and thick with lust “You want me to come inside you?”
Kaz seemed a little shaken up by the sudden dirty talkback, mouth going dry as Ocelot continued to prod his mind.
“I bet you’d let me knock you up too,” Ocelot grabbed his hips and threw him off before changing their position with Kaz helplessly laying back against the messy fleece blankets “Hell-you’d probably accept being Mother Base’s personal breeding stock.”
Utterly red-faced, Miller weakly wrapped his legs around Ocelot’s lower back, watching him strip off the ridiculous sweater and cast it somewhere else on the bed. “H-Hey go easy-“ Kaz stuttered, heart racing as Ocelot pulled his pants down to his knees before inching closer “I have work tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” Ocelot mindlessly replied, slipping back into Kaz with a satisfied sigh “What’s wrong Kaz?” Ocelot rested his elbows on either side of his head, silver hair falling like a curtain around their faces “Lost your confidence?”
Kaz drew his brows up, mouth parting wider with Ocelot’s renewed thrusts. “It’s-not-“ He arched his back up, shaking against the sheets “f-fair-“
“Of course it is,” Ocelot huffed, smile turning wicked “what kind of person doesn’t restrain their breeding sow?” Kaz sobbed at the remark, turning his face away in hot shame.
“I should bring a bit for you next time,” Ocelot murmured, noting how incredibly hard Miller was getting “Worst part is you’d like that idea too.”
Kaz groaned at the sudden cessation of movement, relaxing into the mattress with fluttering eyes. “Why’d you stop?” He weakly muttered, breaths coming out fast.
“I want you to say something.” Ocelot flicked his hair to one side like some sort of model, Kaz mused.
“Oh god,” the blonde growled “What is it then? Don’t make it disgusting” he looked to the side as Ocelot leaned closer “please.”
“Tell me you want me to use you as a breeding slut-“ Kaz gave him a horrified, wide stare “That you want to feel me come inside you and fill you up until you can’t fucking take anymore.”
“Wha-I’m not saying that-!” Kaz shook his head persistently “I’d sound…weird.”
“Too bad,” Ocelot teased, grabbing a pillow and eagerly shoving it under Kaz’s lower back “You’re going to say it one way-“ he rammed back into him, making Kaz cry out with the sharp slap of skin “-or another.”
Kaz could hardly breathe, eyelids hovering just enough to see Ocelot’s chest flexing with effort as he hammered away inside him, slowly hitting closer and closer to his prostate.
“Say it,” Ocelot growled, taking Kaz’s head in his and forcing him to look back at him.
“I-I-“ Kaz felt tears of embarrassment welt up in his eyes “I want to be used a-as a breeding s-slut” his voice progressively got quieter as the sound of skin on skin occupied more of his mind’s attention.
“And?” Ocelot pressed, pulling his hair in just the way Kaz liked “What else do you want slut?”
Kaz squeezed his legs around his waist, heat engulfing his senses until he could only register Ocelot’s voice and his own need for release. “Ocelot-anh-want you to c-come in me-don’t let me leave until I’m-I’m-“
“Yes?” Ocelot encouraged, finding it harder and harder to maintain a steady pace when Kaz was clenching around him like he really did need his seed.
“Don’t let me l-leave this bed-“ Kaz leaned up as best he could, close enough to bite Ocelot’s lip “until y-you’ve fucking properly knocked me-nh-up.”
Ocelot shuddered, struggling not to collapse on top of Kaz as he chased after his orgasm, unknowingly sending Kaz into the smothering pleasure of his own climax. Ocelot watched, amazed with how expressive Miller was as he squinted his eyes, drool involuntarily leaking out onto his chin; he panted and seized up, walls coaxing Adam to spill inside him. He didn’t disappoint.
Miller gasped desperate to wrap his arm around the Russian and Ocelot, somehow reading his mind, eagerly clung onto the back of his sweater, drawing Kaz close as he wordlessly road out his climax with his face buried in his neck.
Kaz stifled a whimper, stiffening with the little bites Ocelot was haphazardly placing along his exposed neck. “You actually…” he started with a tone of disbelief. Even in his drunken state of mind, he could sense that this ‘session’ was different than the others, or maybe he just felt that way because he was drunk.
Once Ocelot was satisfied with his marks and softened, he pulled out with eyes still glued to Kaz’s face. “I’m sorry-I got…carried away, I guess” Ocelot’s voice showed only a hint of remorse as he grabbed for some tissues on the nightstand and swiped off the mess he could.
Kaz shuttered, thinking about Ocelot’s seed still inside him. “W-We should have used a condom,” Kaz mentioned quietly as Ocelot detangled the Christmas lights wrapped around him.
“No shit,” Ocelot chuckled light-heartedly, tossing the lights aside but close enough to still see Kaz’s dazed stare.
Kaz swallowed as Ocelot settled back with his face between his thighs. The blonde didn’t even need to ask what he was doing, he just relaxed as best as he could before a tongue traced around his entrance and pressed into the ring of muscle.
Cliché as it was, Kaz couldn’t help but let his eyes fall back briefly as Ocelot took his time spreading him open and gently squeezing his thighs. He copied the short moan that reverberated in Ocelot’s throat, legs shaking as if he were close again. Slowly Ocelot’s hand inched up towards his prosthetic, unbuckling the straps while distracting Kaz with enthusiastic groans until the wooden foot fell to the bed with a thud. Of course, Kaz wasn’t wearing a protective sleeve over his leg, the nub visibly red from constant rubbing and pressure.
Kaz made a nervous noise once he realized his prosthetic was gone. Even around Ocelot, he was still sensitive about his phantom limbs. He flinched against the soft hand gingerly kneading the sore flesh, regrettably admitting to himself how fucking amazing Ocelot was with his hands.
“Ngh-Ocleot,” he called, twitching with the sloppy kiss against his entrance. “Stop stalling and take a shower. We have work tomorrow.”
Ocelot furrowed his brow. His hope to stay overnight was crushed again as he slid off the bed and took his shirt, fuming behind his straight countenance “Right.”
Kaz relaxed against the bed as he heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Unsteadily, he rolled over and crawled his way up to the head of the bed before resting his back against the pillows with a sharp inhale. He could already tell this was going to hurt worse in the morning for sure.
