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“Gibby, fuck— please, hold on—”
Octavio’s words are muffled by the kiss Goldie seals upon his lips, hungry and relentless. They’d just arrived home from Xenokuni and had traversed all the way to the Badlands, but it seemed that Goldie could not wait another damn moment to pin Octavio down to the bed and get the aroused feeling out of him that had been lingering ever since the flight had landed. Perhaps it was Octavio’s tired pout and dazed eyes, or maybe his messy hair and groggy responses, but there was something about him right now that made Goldie so needy, craving his lover the moment they’d stepped foot into the tavern.
They tumble clumsily onto the bed as Octavio begins to reciprocate the desire, glossy mauve eyes staring up at Goldie as he hangs his arms around his neck. Unzipping and pulling his velvet jacket off his shoulders to reveal his white tank top, Goldie continues to undress him whilst Octavio lets out a soft whine, otherwise unable to speak; each time the kiss breaks away, he’s met with another one, silencing any protests he has— not that he has any, to be honest. It’s tiring for his lungs, but Octavio doesn’t fight back as his shirt is eventually pulled off him, giving him a short break to inhale.
He grins up at Goldie, managing a question as he catches his breath. “Fuck, you’re so eager, aren’t you?”
“How could I not be? Look at you.” the marksman replies, a teasing smile on his face. It’s hard to tell at first, but he notices Octavio’s pale skin turn a shade redder, which doesn’t help the fire in his body cool down in the least. He drags his finger across the waist of Octavio’s jogging pants, cocking an eyebrow. “What, want me to go slower?”
“Now, I didn’t say that!” Octavio tilts his head, his initial attempt at playing innocent shattered by the smile that he can’t manage to suppress. He takes Goldie’s large, rough hand in his dainty grip, slotting Goldie’s index and middle fingers inside the small gap between his hips and the waistband of both his pants and boxers, a taunting expression now on his face. “If you want it so bad, come get it.”
“Well, if you’ll let me.” Goldie takes the chance to pull down Octavio’s lower garments down at the same time before moving to undo his. He shrugs the emerald cape off his back and throws all the clothes into a pile as Octavio climbs onto the bed and grabs some lube from a nearby table. Goldie looks back to see him already opening the bottle, a cheeky smile surfacing on his face. “And you say I’m the eager one.”
Octavio flashes him a smile as he hands the lube over to Goldie. “Are you fucking me without anything today?”
“I was planning to. Is there anything in particular you want to do, though?” Goldie asks, already slicking lube to his fingers.
Octavio shakes his head. “No, I’m down for some basic sex. I need a break from the kinky stuff, I heard too much about that from Jurard and Ruze while we were in Xenokuni. They were way too shameless, I swear.”
Goldie barks out a hearty laugh, nodding along. “Right?! They’ve gotta keep that shit more private, but I think Jurard’s kinda into it. Y’know what I mean?”
“He definitely is. Sounds like him.” Octavio acquiesces. He pauses for a moment before turning over and spreading his legs, turning his head to look at Goldie as he speaks. “Anyway, enough talk about those two! Let’s start so that we can finish before they get back.”
“You sure you wouldn’t rather they walk in on us?” Goldie jokes, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above Octavio as he lines up his fingers to the rim of his hole. He teases the edges with the featherlight touch of his pinky, making Octavio shudder, as he relishes in the sight below him. “I was under the impression that you’d be into that shit too.”
“Hey, Gibby—!”
Octavio’s retort is drowned by a mewl of pleasure, interrupted by the digit Goldie thrusts into his hole. The puppeteer whines feebly, hips moving with Goldie’s hand, as he sinks his head into the duvet and stifles the sounds coming from his mouth. He pants, the full feeling overtaking his entire mind, and descends into an entirely different plane of pleasure when Goldie adds a third finger and thrusts in and out rhythmically.
Octavio gasps, lifting his head from the blanket. “Please, Gibby, just— just fuck me already, I’m already opened up, please—”
“Didn’t even have to ask you to beg.” Goldie chuckles, pulling his fingers out after a few more moments.
Octavio whines with the loss of fullness in his ass, panting heavily as he prepares for the better feeling to come. Goldie slicks himself quickly, messily— it’s not long before he’s already lined up with Octavio’s ass and hilting himself inside, revelling in Octavio’s moans and gasps of delight. Goldie leans down, kissing the area of skin just below Octavio’s ear. “Are you still okay, love?”
“Perfect. Perfectly fine.” Octavio manages, groaning as Goldie situates his face against Octavio’s shoulders. One thing about Goldie is that he will never forget to peck— he’ll cover Octavio’s entire upper back in soft kisses as he rams himself into his ass shamelessly, providing the full body experience that makes Octavio tingle and writhe with delight. Today is no exception, it seems, as he feels Goldie’s touch travel down his bare spine, the occasional sharpness of his teeth sending electricity around Octavio’s body. “Fuck, move, move, Gibby—”
Goldie obeys immediately, leaning up a bit as he starts at a slow pace. He pulls his cock out to the edge, waiting for Octavio’s needy whining and moaning, before slamming back in, and the process repeats. It gets faster, the length between each thrust shortening with each movement, and Octavio finds himself begging for it to keep going before he even realizes that it’s him speaking. Goldie is a listener, always— he heeds Octavio’s words and keeps going, strongly, quickly. It sends Octavio into another world of pleasure, mewling loudly each time his prostate is prodded by the head of Goldie’s dick.
Out of nowhere, the silence only occupied by Octavio’s cries and their heavy breaths is interrupted— the blaring ringing of a phone cuts through the quiet noise. Goldie’s thrusts stop and Octavio is about to complain until the ringing meets his ears, realizing why he had stopped. Both boys stiffen, panic rising through them, as Octavio turns his head and looks for the source. Goldie’s keen eye spots a green and red glow from beneath the sheets, and he leans down and pulls the edge of the blanket away to reveal Octavio’s phone buzzing and chiming beneath them.
Goldie picks it up gingerly before leaning down and waving it in front of Octavio’s face, tone a bit more serious. “What should I do?”
“I don’t know. Are you gonna answer it or—or leave Jurard hanging?” Octavio slurs, head cloudy from all the pleasure. As much as he would love to give Goldie a proper answer, Goldie's skin contacting his prostate with every small move is making it as hard to think as it is to speak, and every ounce of energy in him is dedicated to staying grounded.
Staring down at the ringing device in his hand, Goldie weighs out the options. Jurard and Ruze are out and about at the moment, so if he doesn’t answer, there’s a high chance that they’ll rush back home to check on them, courtesy of Jurard’s leader-paranoia. That’d mean they’d have to stop much earlier since their fellow hunters are shockingly fast when they want to be. But if he answers, he’ll have to talk to Jurard while, quite literally, inside his fellow ARMIS hunter. It comes with the difficulty of maintaining a normal tone whilst making sure Octavio doesn’t expose what they’re doing… it sounds like a tough challenge, but exactly the kind that he’d take on.
His finger hovers over the green icon for a moment before pressing down.
“Yo, Octavio, where are you right now? Did you go back to the tavern with Gibby? Ruze and I are out right now but we’ll be home in around an hour.” Jurard’s voice buzzes out from the phone, accompanied by a bit of static and background clamour.
“Hm.” Goldie firmly presses his thumb over the microphone of the device to speak to Octavio and Octavio alone, leaning forward again to prop his head against Octavio’s ear. “What do you think I should tell them, sweetheart? That you’re being a whore right now and that I’m fucking you senseless? That we just got home and you let me strip you just moments after getting to the bedroom? Isn’t that a sweet thought…”
“N—No, stop…” Octavio turns a shade redder, cock hardening at Goldie’s words. It’s such an embarrassing thought, and he can’t believe that he was so stupid as not to turn off his notifications and calls from when he left the airport, much less before he got himself fucked. And now Jurard is accidentally listening in— possibly with Ruze somewhere in the background too and maybe even in a public space— with front row seats to him getting railed by the marksman of ARMIS.
“Octavio? Hello? Where are you? Are you there?” Jurard’s voice comes through again in a questioning tone with a tinge of concern.
“Shh, quiet now.” Goldie uncovers the microphone before he suddenly wraps his hand over Octavio’s mouth, and the younger boy cries out and moans into Goldie’s hand with pure surprise. His rough palm and fingers press against Octavio’s skin tightly, blocking as much sound as he can as he gathers enough of his mind to speak with a little civility, although his voice is a lot lower and raspier than usual. “This is Gibby. Yeah, Octavio’s here. He left his phone outside ‘cause he’s in the bathroom right now.”
“Oh okay… Well, I’ll wait for him to finish then.” Jurard replies obliviously.
Octavio lets out a broken whimper, flushing pink with the notion of Jurard waiting for him to finish getting fucked before responding, while Goldie furrows his eyebrows, trying to find an excuse. “N—No need. He ate a lot when he came home so he’ll probably be in there for a little longer. Tell it to me and then I’ll just relay the information back to him, why don’t you?”
“Erm… sure, then…? Well, tell him that we’re coming soon with the supplies he asked for! Ruze is just taking a while to put some extra precautions around and he’s been exploring the weapon aisle, but I swear I’ll drag him out of here as soon as possible!” Jurard takes a pause as Goldie makes an absentminded noise of affirmation, too focused on listening to Octavio’s breathing rhythm and the delicious speed of his heart’s panic.
A quiet and contemplating hum drones out from the speaker of the phone, and Jurard’s voice follows, gradually growing louder. “Also, if I may ask… what are those sounds? I hear faint noises… don’t tell me you brought another cat into the tavern! Or is it one of Ruze’s strays? You know that we don’t have the time to be adopting more fuckin’ cats!”
“Yeah, it’s one of Ruze’s strays. I’ll tell it to be quieter, sorry for the trouble.” Goldie cranes his neck to the side to look at his lover, his smug and domineering eyes meeting Octavio’s blown-out and panicked ones. He drags his dick a bit farther out with a soft grunt, seeming like he’s going to pull himself out from Octavio’s ass, but the puppeteer’s strained and awfully piercing shriek is only barely muffled by Goldie’s hand when he thrusts himself back in with a sinister chuckle. “Hear that, kitty?” he drawls. “Quiet now.”
Octavio doesn’t make another sound, but his eyes say it all; the shocked and betrayed look in his eyes would’ve hurt Goldie’s feelings if it weren’t accompanied by the most scarlet of blushes and the sheer desperation in his gaze. Truthfully, Octavio doesn’t appreciate how much he’s enjoying being so at risk— there’s something about Jurard being just one wrong sound and one wrong move away from knowing that he was being dicked down by Goldie that gets him so excited, proven by the almost painful hardness of his own cock. It’s so humiliating to be loving this so much, and Goldie knows that much too well.
“The cat won’t understand you, Gibby. You’re scaring it, didn’t you hear that noise it just made?! Be nice to the strays!” Jurard sighs through the phone choppily, the signal beginning to weaken. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to whatever you might have been doing. Sorry you had to pick up the phone for Tavi! I’ll see you two in a bit!”
“Okay. I’ll be nicer to them, then. See you.” Goldie doesn’t even wait for a response as he ends the call, finally releasing his hand from Octavio’s mouth. Octavio’s grip on the sheets loosens and his breaths come out quick and shallow, unfocused eyes darting everywhere until they focus onto the pillow in front of him. Goldie licks his lips, beginning to set his rhythm again as the phone drops to his side. “So, where were we, kitty?”
“I’m close, Goldie. So—So fucking close.” Octavio pants, moans spilling from his mouth with each thrust.
“Hm… if they weren’t coming home so soon, I’d love to keep you at the very edge, but Leader told me to be nice.” Goldie muses, his thrusts becoming rougher, faster. Octavio breathes against the pillows, dick twitching eagerly, as he blurts out strings of mindless praise for Goldie, his huge cock, and how good he feels so far inside his own ass. Goldie’s exhales become more laboured, feeling the orgasm rise within him. “I’m close, too, Tavi.”
“Cum in me, please. Fill me up, make me yours,” Octavio manages, tears in the corners of his eyes. “Please, Gibby.”
Without a word, Goldie lets go, still as deep as he can manage. Octavio gasps, mouth moving without a sound, unable to express the rush of marvel and bliss sinking through him with anything other than heavy breathing and the movement of his hips. Goldie shifts his hand down to Octavio’s lower half, finding his neglected cock and pumping it tirelessly. Octavio can’t adjust from the ecstasy of being filled to the sudden rush of adrenaline at his dick quickly enough, and a broken cry escapes him as he cums, white fluids splattering over his stomach and the sheets below.
“Fuck, Tavi, I love you.” Goldie drags himself out of Octavio’s ass as the latter collapses to the side, rolling over onto his back. Goldie straightens his back, stretching a little, before he gazes down at Octavio. There’s nothing like the look of him after sex— the hair ties attached to the bases of his braids beginning to loosen, stray flyaways of his silken hair strewn all over his forehead, dilated pupils staring up at Goldie through his eyelashes.
“I love you more.” Octavio inhales deeply, the corners of his lips upturned. His scarlet cheeks and crinkled eyes send butterflies racing through Goldie’s heart, admiring his beautiful lover. Octavio’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, as if he’d just remembered something, and he scrambles to grab his phone when everything clicks. “Oh, I forgot, I need to text Jurard! Hm… Messages… ‘Sorry, I was in the bathroom’ should be okay...”
“Yeah, what was that call about?” Goldie laughs heartily, getting off the bed as he searches for a towel. “Do you not leave your phone on silent? Are your notifications always on? Or were you anticipating something and wanted to see what I would do, huh?”
“H—Hey, it was nothing like that!” Octavio flushes pink, avoiding eye contact as he stares down at his phone, mumbling his messages to himself as he types.
“Sure, kitty.” Goldie hums, grabbing a soft towel and some tissues as he climbs back up onto the sheets.
Octavio’s ears redden at the nickname, but before he can protest, his attention is caught by Jurard’s typing. Goldie gets to cleaning his dick as he observes Octavio’s expression, the way his eyes scan the screen and how it transitions into an embarrassed glance at Goldie. “H—He says they’re coming home in ten.”
“Got it.” He smiles as he starts to clean Octavio up, the puppeteer relaxing into the pillow behind him. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Amazing. Best I’ve felt in a while.” Octavio admits. “Thank you, Gibby.”
“I love you, Tavi.” Goldie finishes cleaning the both of them up, and he throws the towel into a nearby basket before crawling up to sit next to Octavio. He adjusts and leans against the soft pillows, and it isn’t long before he feels Octavio’s head drop onto his shoulder. Goldie grins, wrapping his arms around his lover and pressing his cheek against his hair. “You comfy?”
“Whenever I’m with you.” Octavio’s voice is muffled, his face stuffed against Goldie’s bare shoulder. “I love you more.”