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Copter's hand falls away as Kimmon puts his hand on the gear shift, but they adjust, moving their hand to rest on his lower arm, on the jacket's sleeve, so he can still shift as needed.
Kimmon doesn't speak right away. Copter doesn't watch traffic this time, watching instead the way lights of the city shift across Kimmon's features, how focused he is on the road. It feels a bit fast but when Copter checks the speedometer, he's not really speeding. Not much.
Copter feels awful. They've all but dismissed Fern from their mind, lumping her in with all the awful aunties who mocked them and Mia when Copter came out. But they know it's not so easy for Kimmon, and what's more, they're upset that he had to hear something that they would rather forget... being misgendered, but also being so horribly mischaracterized.
They're relieved that Kimmon is coming home with them. For the second evening in a row, Kimmon is navigating down the street that leads to their café and parking the car. Glancing at the clock, they see it's just about ten-thirty. The usual time they'd want to get downstairs to begin prep. But they don't really want to move, even from the dark alley where they've parked.
Copter only then realizes that Kimmon didn't even need help to navigate here. They purse their lips, a strange feeling zipping through them, and thread their fingers between Kimmon's.
"Khun Kimmon," Copter murmurs. "Do you want to come upstairs and see my collection of Japanese woodblock prints?"
~
It takes a while for Kimmon to notice he's been replaying Fern's words in his head the whole time he's been driving. He tries to refocus, to just watch the road and pay attention to the traffic lights. But soon he's replaying his conversation with Warun — and then every one that came before, including the things he half overheard moving through the party. He's not sure what to think, what the outcome of any of this will actually be. He's doubly glad he silenced his phone.
When he parks the car, there's silence for a long moment. It's only then that Kimmon realizes that neither he nor Copter has spoken the entire car ride. He can imagine they've had a lot to replay too. He doesn't even want to think about the horrible things Fern called them. He turns to them, about to ask again if they're okay, but Copter preempts him with a line that startles a laugh from his lips.
"Ah..." Kimmon leans against the seat for a moment, just looking at them looking back at him, their hand a comforting weight against his own. "Yes," he says finally, smiling. "I really, really would."
~
Kimmon's laugh warms them a little, the tightness in their chest loosening and they lean close to press a kiss to Kimmon's shoulder.
"Alright..." They open their door and look back over their shoulder at Kimmon. "Right this way, Khun."
They take Kimmon's hand as soon as he's out of the car, pulling him to the private entrance to the apartment and unlocking the door one-handed, pulling him upstairs, unwilling to let go of his hand for even a moment.
~
Kimmon is only too happy to have Copter pull him into their space, their fingers threaded together so tightly that he can feel the heat pulsing between their palms like a shared heartbeat. They climb the stairs together and leave their shoes at the door as Copter uses their key and pulls Kimmon into the dim little space.
In a distant daydream from earlier today, Kimmon imagined the two of them leaving Warun's party in some vague state of triumph. He imagined taking Copter home and using his teeth to take off their shirt before giving them some marks of his own. It all felt very fun, sexy and celebratory at the same time.
None of his nightmare scenarios came to pass, but Kimmon can't even feel comfortable with the way things went at the party tonight. He wishes he could recapture that giddy feeling he had when Copter was sassing the Mystique reporter and letting their hand wander. He can't help feeling that there's not much to celebrate other than the fact that they both survived and escaped together.
Right now, the most important part is that they're together.
He stops Copter before they can turn on the light, gathering them close and wrapping his arms around them. He drops his forehead on their shoulder and just holds them the way he's been longing to do ever since Pimfah tugged Copter away from him. Copter seems content to let him. After a moment, he feels their hand stroking his back.
When he finally pulls away, he's glad for the dim quiet. He doesn't want Copter to see how shaken he feels.
He leans closer, whispering, "Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you."
~
Copter just breathes the word, "Yes," before Kimmon's lips are on theirs.
Desire feels elusive right now, the kind which made them play out fantasies of Kimmon dragging them out of the party much earlier so they could pursue what Kimmon's clothes enticed them with. But this is still nice. This is still fulfilling something within them. Copter can barely maneuver for how closely Kimmon has pulled them, but they splay fingers along his jaw as they deepen the kiss.
~
Kimmon wants to drown in the soft press of Copter's lips against his own. When they deepen the kiss, he responds in kind, and the rest of the world slips away into a murky haze not worth noticing. Copter feels like the only real thing left and all Kimmon wants to do is get closer to them.
He doesn't quite realize he's pushed them up against the wall until he reaches out to brace himself against it as he tilts his head for a better angle, Copter's fingers tight on his jaw.
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Copter feels their stomach lurch as Kimmon backs them up against the wall, suddenly not so sure that the ache within them is purely from the ebbing anger.
They do still feel angry, it feels so at odds with the softness of this, of Kimmon touching them like he's been wanting to all evening, like they've been wanting him to. And it's like the tension snaps, liquefying immediately.
"Kim... Kimmon." Copter's whisper sounds harsh in the darkness of their small apartment. They scratch fingers up Kimmon's neck, into his hair. All they want, it turns out, is for Kimmon to keep holding them like he's desperate, for him to keep kissing them like this. They slip their free hand beneath Kimmon's jacket, stroking his waist.
They feel drunk. And still a little angry. They squeeze at Kimmon's waist, pulling him closer so they can feel his hardening cock press against them.
Anger and desire are not the same, but they spread heat through Copter's veins. They tug on Kimmon's hair, pulling him back from their kiss and scraping teeth along his neck before asking: "Is there something you wanted, P'Kimmon?"
~
Kimmon doesn't think there are any real thoughts left in his head when Copter tugs him closer, their hand in his hair, their mouth on his neck.
"You," he breathes in reply. He doesn't actually want to think anymore. Drowning in sensation feels so much better.
He raises his hands to Copter's face, cradling them close for another kiss, his thumbs brushing across their cheekbones as they shudder and sigh in response. And then he bends to kiss their neck, dropping his hands to pluck at the buttons on their shirt, slipping one free so he can palm at their chest.
~
"You have me," Copter replies, but any further words are smothered by a kiss, poured so full of love they can't help but shiver.
When Kimmon pulls away, they gently regrip his hair, breath coming faster as he kisses their neck, pushing clothes aside to touch them more, fanning the flames racing along their skin. Copter can't quite remember why they hadn't considered the night going like this, but their desperation is quickly ramping up. They feel a moan against their skin as Kimmon's mouth travels lower and their fist tightens in his hair. They immediately loosen their grip, stroking fingers through his hair, feeling his teeth nip at their chest — likely a good match for the mark on Kimmon's chest.
"Kimmon," they whisper, breathless, trying to get his attention without yanking on his hair. "Kimmon. Are you listening?"
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Kimmon hums in affirmation. He's listening to the way their breath goes short as he nips at their skin, just like he's listening to the breathless note of desperation in their voice when they say his name. He'd like to hear more.
He shrugs his jacket off his shoulders and lets it crumple on the floor behind him as he reaches for the remaining buttons on Copter's shirt. Their hands in his hair are gentle and demanding in turns, as though Copter can't help their reaction when he touches them.
He spreads his fingers over the bare skin of their stomach, and revels in how soft and warm they feel. He has the sudden urge to kneel and worship at their feet -- so he drops to his knees, their hands clenching in his hair, his pants going so tight that it distracts him for a second. He clumsily unfastens them so he can breathe before wrapping his arms around Copter's waist and burying his face in their stomach, pulling back to kiss, to lick, to bite gently at taut but delicate skin. They inhale sharply when he cups their cock through their pants, and he's inordinately pleased when he feels how hard they are already.
~
Copter kisses Kimmon as he stands to slip out of his jacket, fingers plucking at Copter's shirt and moaning as his hands rove across their skin. They suck down a breath of air as Kimmon abruptly kneels, mouthing at their stomach, one hand gripping their hip as he undoes his pants. They gasp as Kimmon cups their cock with one hand, gently squeezing through the fabric. They push at his shoulder, fingers threading through his hair again to press his face against their skin, trying to get his mouth lower, toward their cock.
"Is that what you wanted?" they ask in a low, hungry voice.
~
"Mm, I always want this," Kimmon murmurs.
He can't get enough of the way Copter is pushing and pulling at him, confirmation that they're just as desperate for his touch as he is to touch them. He kisses their belly again as he undoes the clasp on their slacks. His lips trail across their skin as Copter presses him closer with a hand against the back of his head. There's something heady about being this close, the scent of them filling his lungs as he tugs on their zipper and pulls at their pants until he can bite their hip.
He shifts on his knees but doesn't stray much farther as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of both their slacks and their underwear, pulling both down until their cock is exposed. Kimmon almost wishes he'd let Copter turn the lights on then, so he could see how flushed they are as he licks his palm and grips their cock, stroking to pull back their foreskin and expose them further.
"Perfect," he breathes.
~
Copter catches a whimper in their throat, biting their lip as Kimmon begins stroking their cock. In the darkness, only a sheen of light from the streetlamps shining through the windows, Kimmon is silken black, eyes sparkling like obsidian as he looks up at them. His breath is hot and moist on their cock, and all they really want is to feel him...
"Kimmon." They flex their hand in his hair, wanting to nudge him closer. "That's not enough for me."
~
Kimmon puts both hands on Copter's hips, pushing them back against the wall.
"Use me how you want me then," he murmurs up at them.
Heat pools low in his belly as he kisses the head of their cock gently before flicking his tongue out to taste them. They taste familiar to him now; if he was thinking clearly he might be tempted to think they taste a bit like coming home feels. With a little moan, he strokes their shaft with his fingers and guides them to his mouth, taking them in without pause.
~
Kimmon's mouth is sinful heat. He's soft and slow with them, spreading spit up the shaft as he places their cock on his tongue. He looks up and even though Copter can't see all the contours of his face, can't see exactly how he's looking at them, he spoke clearly enough.
Use me how you want me then.
Copter is full of fire and desperation. They trust Kimmon, that he means what he's saying, just as he did when they fucked his mouth the other day. Their fingers tighten in his hair at the thought. Yeah. They want that. They pull him close. He moves so easily, taking them deep in his mouth and they let out a slow breath as they pull him off again.
They moan, an open-mouthed sound. "Kimmon," they sigh.
Kimmon grunts in reply, sending vibrations up their cock, and they let out a shivery breath. When they pull him close again, they don't wait to see if he reacts, just pull him off more quickly, and again, working up to a faster pace.
"You feel so fucking good," they say in a husky voice.
~
Kimmon adores the way Copter moans with such wanton desire. He adores the way they say his name like a benediction, the way they tell him he feels good on their cock like it's a revelation. He especially adores the way they don't hesitate to twist their fingers through his hair to put him exactly where they want him. It feels absurdly good to have them take charge of him, to know that they're both spiraling tighter into an inferno of uncontrolled desire together as he squeezes their hips in his hands in an attempt to hang on as Copter sets him on a pace that builds so fast he almost doesn't have time to adjust to it.
~
Kimmon is loose in Copter's hands. They stroke back hair from his face, holding his head in both their hands, settling into a rhythm that feels a little rough, but Kimmon's holding them tight, no sign of backing off... And he did say to use him...
Their breath quakes through them as they focus on thrusting Kimmon's mouth onto their cock as hard as they dare, still slightly afraid but thrilled at how wet his mouth is, how buoyant it makes them feel that he's letting them do this, that he wants this...?
Copter licks their lips, wondering if Kimmon gets off on being used like this.
"Feel so good," they murmur, half afraid even as they go on. "Do you like being fucked like this? Me, using your mouth to get off?"
~
Kimmon doesn't want to make them stop in order to reply with words so he moans his feelings instead, closing his eyes and pressing his tongue against their cock as they thrust hard into his mouth. His own cock is still trapped in his pants. Somewhere in the mix of sensations crashing around inside him, he can feel how wet he is, how desperately he'd like to rut up against something like an animal while Copter uses him like this, but he doesn't dare let go of them to stroke himself.
It's not the worst thing in the world to be left on the raw side of desperation like this anyway. He's gotten off in such situations before, without anyone laying a hand on his cock or his hole. It's a unique rush to get off on being used only for his mouth — especially when his partner is genuinely using him, taking what they want. He's never stopped to ask himself why he likes it, why this is enough to make him come too sometimes. But now that it's Copter doing the taking, it feels a bit different than some of his past partners, dirtier in a way, like maybe he's dragging them to hell alongside him, but it's also shockingly tender at the same time. He can feel the way Copter cares about how he's feeling even as they're thrusting harder and faster, almost bruising the back of his throat.
Too late, Kimmon realizes he's lost Copter's rhythm with his wandering thoughts. Unprepared for their next thrust, he chokes. Desperately, he tries to stifle his gag reflex, but he spasms around Copter's cock instead, tears flooding his eyes as his fingers dig into their hips where he's hanging on.
~
Copter feels like they're getting the hang of it, helped by the fact that Kimmon moans enthusiasm, tongue pressing against their cock. He's good at this, which isn't something Copter had ever thought they could say about anybody, it seems cheap, but even as they're being dragged across bright sparks of pleasure, drool dripping from Kimmon's mouth... they think it makes sense.
Kimmon is so attentive, so intensely aware of every gesture that Copter makes, so eager to make them happy... There's a tinge of bitterness when Copter thought of it in the past, but right now, this fits. It makes sense that the man who enjoys giving Copter every sign of affection they want and hiding away those that others have spurned, would not only enjoy brief outbursts in kind, but would like physical signs. Actions.
Copter relishes the grasp of Kimmon's hands on their hips, the way his lips drag over the shaft of their cock, they feel like they're racing along the edge.
"Good," they pant, eyes drifting shut as they swallow and bite their lip at another press of Kimmon's tongue. "So good for me... Kimmon..."
Kimmon hums again, the vibrations sending tingles straight to their core. They moan and flex their fingers in his hair.
On the next thrust, they feel Kimmon choke and panic kicks in. They feel Kimmon splutter, feel him tense, even as his fingers dig into Copter's hips so hard they might bruise. They pull him away and off their cock, mind whirling as they smack the lightswitch and sink to their knees, cupping Kimmon's face in their hands.
"Kimmon!"
He's a mess, his face wet with spit and tears; he looks drunk and red-faced and glassy-eyed. They feel as out of it as he looks, still on the precipice of orgasm, shaken because they're afraid they did something wrong.
"Kimmon! God. Are you okay? I'm so sorry."
~
Kimmon coughs helplessly before he can stop himself. He swallows down spit and the taste of Copter's precome, a touch humiliated by his inattentiveness in the moment.
Copter is kneeling in front of him with their hands on his face. Their eyes are wide, pupils big and dark despite the lights that flicked on. They look as much of a mess as he must be, their shirt hanging off their shoulders, red marks scattered across their heaving chest, their cock still quivering erect and spit-slick between their legs.
Kimmon is still so hard that his head is spinning, but he shakes it at the sound of their apology, reaching up to wipe the tears from his eyes, the spit from his chin. He coughs again, his throat raw, and ruefully meets Copter's gaze.
"I'm okay," he says. Or tries to say. He's so hoarse that the words are more of a croak. And the whole situation is so absurd—the two of them in various states of undress kneeling together just inside Copter's front door both halfway to orgasms after a night like that—that he finds himself wrapping his hands around Copter's wrists and breaking into slightly deranged laughter.
"I'm fine," he manages after a moment, patting their hand, trying to blink the remaining tears from his eyes. "I swear. God. I'm sorry."
~
Copter isn't sure why Kimmon is laughing, but the sound breaks the taut worry that's wound inside them and they drop their head to rest on Kimmon's shoulder and laugh as well for a moment. They stroke Kimmon's neck, clasping his other hand in theirs, trying to just get through the moment of shock.
"Why are you sorry?" they ask once they can breathe again, bringing hands up to either side of Kimmon's face, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'm the one who's... I've never done this before, I was so worried I hurt you. I—"
The scare did send them for a loop, but they're still hard, still want Kimmon like they want air. They press their thumb against his bottom lip, pressing against his teeth, seeing his eyes are still dark, though red-rimmed. They kiss him again, a little harder, delving into his mouth with their tongue.
~
I'm the one who's... I've never done this before, I was so worried I hurt you. I—
There's a congested feeling in Kimmon's chest, like his heart has gone liquid. He barely manages to kiss Copter back. When they press closer, their thumb against his lip, slipping into his mouth for a moment, all he can do is stare at them. They look strangely incandescent, beautiful in a way he doesn't think he can put into words. He has a feeling like this moment is somehow precious, something he'll have trouble recalling once it's over.
And then Copter is kissing him again, deeper, their tongue sliding alongside his like they're searching for him, trying to draw him closer. He closes his eyes and kisses them back just as deeply, slipping an arm around their waist to pull them in.
~
Copter rises up on their knees, leaning against Kimmon, tilting his head back and trying to pour some immutable feeling into his mouth in return as they kiss him. The hunger wins out as they bite his lips and press their cock against his stomach, hedonistic and wordless. They groan rather than speak, knowing that all they would say is that they want him. Him. They lick him, tongue against tongue, teeth on his mouth, fingers in his hair, all the while rubbing their spit-wet cock against him, utterly uncaring because he wants them too.
~
It's too much. Kimmon wants too much and can't get enough this way with both of them on the floor. Copter is kissing him like it's the end of the world and this is the only thing that's going to save them, and Kimmon understands because he feels the same way, wants them just as desperately, his cock painfully hard and seemingly growing harder every time Copter presses against him like they're trying to devour him.
"Ter," Kimmon gasps. "Copter, can we…?" His hands are under their shirt, all over their body, gripping their hair in a faint echo of the way they're tearing at him. "I'm still ready for you," he rasps against their ear as they kiss his neck then nibble at his ear. "From this morning," he adds, his whole body buzzing in reaction to them. "Please," he whimpers, "I want you so bad."
~
The words send an electric charge through Copter's entire body.
"Me too," Copter murmurs against his neck. They smooth hair back from Kimmon's face, still stroking the back of his head where they'd been yanking on his hair, still trying to soothe any pain. "I want you."
They catch his hands from where they wander, slipping out of his grasp and standing, pulling them after him. They place steadying hands on his waist, pushing at the pants, still thinking about how he felt that morning, how it was to sink into him, how he looked close to ecstatic tears. They wonder if they can make him cry, a flush of shame and arousal chasing the thought away as they nudge Kimmon backwards.
"Get on the bed," they say, taking their hands off him to push their pants down all the way, stepping out of them, following him as he hastens to do the same.
~
Drunken arousal courses through Kimmon's veins as he takes his pants the rest of the way off and stumbles toward the bed with Copter following. He hooks his hands around the back of Copter's neck and draws them into another messy open-mouthed kiss as they crowd closer to each other, practically stepping on each other's feet.
"Leave it," Kimmon begs as Copter moves to shrug out of their shirt. "You look so pretty like this."
They look debauched already is what he's thinking as he falls onto the bed with Copter pressing him backwards, their knee between his thighs, both of them grasping at each other like they're drowning. He kisses them again, desperate for more, begging them to touch him even though they already are. He feels a little bit insane, a little bit lost and a little bit found. He tries to tell Copter something, but the words are just moans as they kiss him harder and he can't do anything but go where they're leading him.
~
Copter covets the way Kimmon whimpers as they suck on his neck, one hand pushing his knee higher, clamping his leg in place with their thigh. The pitch of his whimpering moans changes as they press lube slick fingers against his hole.
"Fuck, Kimmon," they sigh, sliding fingers inside much easier than that morning, absolutely gone with lust. "You're spread for me so—" Experimentally they stretch their fingers apart inside him, there's tightness, he makes a grunting noise, but they feel as much as hear him whining in their ear as they withdraw their fingers. "Fuck."
There's a throbbing, laden want inside them, they pull back to sit on their heels, Kimmon blinking at them as they unroll the condom.
"Do you want me to use you this way too?" they ask, ragged, lightly stroking their cock. "Fuck you however I want?"
~
"Yes," Kimmon groans.
He's practically shivering with anticipation. Copter's fingers inside him sparked an inferno that's going to eat him alive unless they give him their cock. He feels like he's falling apart, bruises tenderly aching on his neck and his thighs, his cock throbbing with need. But he doesn't touch himself; he wants Copter to, but he wants them to do what they said even more, to use him however they want.
"Please," Kimmon whimpers. "Yes. I'm yours." He reaches for them, fingers slipping over the gauzy material of their sleeves. "Make me forget anything but your cock," he moans, and his own cock jerks in reaction to his words.
~
Copter feels more drunk than they should on just one glass of wine. Kimmon's desperation is an echo of their own, they can hardly think of anything but getting their dick inside him. They crawl forward on the bed, the fabric of their shirt tickling their sides as it drags across Kimmon's skin. Kimmon spreads his legs automatically, but they cup his neck with one hand, kissing him rather than speaking because it feels too difficult. They want, that's all, they want. They try to say that soundless with their lips and tongue.
When they stop kissing him, he looks so twisted in agony, like he's terrified they're going to leave. They stroke fingers lightly along his neck, the chain of his earring lost in the darkness of his hair, touching the bruises on his neck, following the chain of his lion's head necklace to the mark on his chest, fingers featherlight. They shiver and gently nudge his side.
"Get on your knees," they say in an unsteady voice, then pull back to get out of his way.
~
Kimmon doesn't understand why Copter isn't fucking him yet when they're both so desperate for it, but he tries to trust them. He raises his head as they cup his neck, kissing them back with every ounce of desire he can pour into the melding of their mouths. Copter seems like they're doing their utmost to pour it right back even as their hand remains gentle on his neck. Their tenderness is overwhelming and tears prick at Kimmon's closed eyes
They pull back, and Kimmon blinks uncertainly up at them. It almost feels like something is wrong, but he can't bring himself together enough to parse the feeling properly.
And then Copter is touching him again, trailing fingertips over his body, pausing over the places they left their mark, their eyes serious and focused. Kimmon watches them, too hypnotized to ask. His insides quiver with each featherlight touch and his heart throbs agonizingly as though it's lodged at the base of his throat.
Kimmon sees a visible tremor go through Copter as they finally blink and look up at him. Their fingers curl meaningfully around his waist.
Get on your knees.
Their husky voice steals his breath for a moment. But then they're moving out of the way, and he finds himself pushing upright and turning around, settling on his hands and knees on the mattress. He's aflame, inside and outside, waiting...
He turns to look over his shoulder. Copter is on their knees behind him. Their naked body is framed by the sheer black of their shirt like a shadow embracing them, the red and pink flowers like bruises blooming along their arms. They look like art, and all he wants to do is pay homage to them.
"Copter..." he murmurs, but he actually doesn't know what else to say.
~
Kimmon is unnervingly elegant even on his hands and knees, the dip of his spine lightly shadowed, curving as he peers over his shoulder. He's almost shy, face half hidden as he murmurs their name.
Copter is vaguely aware that they should probably say something, but they're buzzing from within and were already so close to coming down Kimmon's throat that they don't want to wait anymore. They slide their hand up the curve of Kimmon's ass, pulling skin taut with their thumb to reveal his hole. Nudging the head of their cock against him, they slowly press inside, letting out a long sigh of relief and immediately wanting more.
"Finally," they mutter, eyes falling shut. They run their hand up Kimmon's back and then stroke down his waist, using the leverage of their hands on his hips to pull his ass flush against their groin. "Fuck, you're so tight."
Tight, but not as tight as he might have been if they hadn't already fucked him once that day. They pull back, feeling Kimmon clenching around them as though trying to keep their cock inside him. They bite their lip and snap their hips forward, trying to give him as hard as he wanted that morning, a grunt falling from Kimmon's lips. It feels so fucking good. They do it again, then again, finding it easier with each thrust.
"God, Kimmon, you feel so good," Copter whines. "I don't think I'm gonna last long."
~
Kimmon goes mindless as pleasure explodes inside him with each thrust of Copter's cock. The relentless pressure inside of him is building to its inexorable crescendo. When Copter whines his name and says they don't think they'll last, Kimmon can't even gasp agreement for himself. All he can do is moan Copter's name as they thrust so hard against him that his knees slip wider and their body curves closer along his back.
They're filling him up so good that it's bound to hurt tomorrow, an ache Kimmon knows he won't be sorry for. The thought makes his cock drool and he collapses forward onto an elbow, Copter's hands on his hips clenching harder as they recover their rhythm from the changed angle. Kimmon relishes the drag of his body along Copter's cock as he reaches down to grip himself, his shaft already slippery with precome. He closes his eyes at the dual feeling inside and out, and it's like fireworks are exploding inside his eyelids as he strokes himself sloppily, no such thing as matching rhythms. It's enough to just touch himself somehow, anyhow, with Copter pounding relentlessly into him.
"Gonna come," he pants against the arm still somehow holding him up. "Wanna feel you too. Ter..." He groans. "Come inside me, wanna feel you fill me up."
~
Copter adjusts their grip on Kimmon's hips as his skin begins to get slippery. His body shifts with each slam of their hips against him, their thighs sticky when they press against one another. Having been here before... they know how good it feels to come with Kimmon clenched around them, the sounds of pleasure bursting from his lips. They notice when Kimmon's body shifts, when he begins jerking himself off, groaning at the way he feels, knowing he's enjoying it too.
Ter, Kimmon groans. Come inside me, wanna feel you fill me up.
They've never fucked anyone without a condom before, but they think that if they finally talked, about boundaries and desires, maybe they could do that.
"Come for me, Phi," they moan. "Please come for me. I'll fill you up so good, I— Kimmon—"
There's an ache deep in their core as they try to fuck him a little faster, pound into him harder, but they're already panting at their limit. They get the feeling Kimmon would ask for more if he could. They wish they could give it to him.
"Fuck, Kimmon, here, baby," they babble, finally coming as they thrust slow and deep a few more times, heat spreading along their cock as Kimmon clenches around them with a moan.
~
Kimmon is so far gone, he barely registers Copter's babbling words. They echo in his ears for a moment until they're drowned out by the sounds of his own moaning and the slap of Copter's flesh against his own. He tries stroking himself faster, but he's precariously balanced as it is, and he whimpers as Copter pushes him closer and closer to the edge while he can't quite tip himself over. He gasps and pleads and Copter is pressing right up against his prostate with every thrust, the pleasure beginning to border on pain as though he's a fraying thread about to break.
Fuck, Kimmon, here, baby, Copter pants, and Kimmon's entire being goes electric and then shatters as they come and he spasms around them.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasps helplessly as hot come spurts between his fingers and he tumbles forward into the mess of the sheets. Copter comes with him, and they sprawl together, limbs gone slack, both heaving for breath.
Kimmon lies on his stomach in a daze, blissed out so hard that it feels like he's having an out of body experience and he's not quite sure how to recover.
~
Copter grinds into Kimmon as he comes, cursing, heat and pleasure sparkling white. It's only when Kimmon goes flat beneath them, splaying out on the futon, that Copter realizes how weak their legs are. The air gusts out of them as they land, half on top of Kimmon, and they laugh a moment, trying to blink the stars from their eyes.
"Oh my god," they say. "Oh my god. Twice in one day." They grin at him, but it's a flimsy thing; they're barely in control of their body at all it feels like.
They take care of the condom as soon as they're able, tossing it farther from the bed this time. They clasp a hand to their head and stare at the ceiling, stunned.
"Kimmon...?" they ask, trying to catch the sleepy gaze of their lover's eye as he blinks at them, face smushed against the pillows. "Oh my god, you look adorable right now."
They nuzzle closer, incandescently happy.
~
Kimmon's eyelids feel as heavy as the rest of his body. He blinks slowly at Copter as they move closer to him, their hand slipping over his shoulder, their nose touching his. With effort, he shifts himself enough so that he can meet them in a kiss, still a little breathless.
"Did I hear you call me 'baby'?" he asks, closing his eyes and grinning into the pillow.
~
Copter hides their smile by pressing their face against Kimmon's shoulder, laughing still.
"I don't know," they reply, "did you?"
They sigh and their eyes flicker to the clock above the microwave.
"Shit." They try to get up and feel how weak their legs are beneath them, falling back on their ass and grimacing. "I'm so sorry, I lost track of time—"
They dig the heel of their palms into their eyes, trying to get their wits about them, trying to ignore the anxious hammering of their heart. They take a deep breath.
"Shit," they whisper, very softly.
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The comment about time strikes a chord through Kimmon's muffled thoughts. He rolls over a little to look at the clock, his heart sinking.
"Hey, it's okay," he murmurs, forcing himself upright. He feels a bit woozy, but Copter's evident distress is like a siren in his head. He blinks, trying to focus, reaching out to press his hand against Copter's chest. "Shit happens sometimes," he tries to soothe, feeling the way their heart is pounding. "It's okay to open a little late."
The beating of Copter's heart beneath Kimmon's palm is steadying him despite the circumstances. He leans in, pressing soft kisses to their cheek, wanting to be close to them for a little longer.
"It will be okay," he insists. "I promise." He pats his hand softly against their chest. "Can I help with anything?"
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Copter leans into Kimmon's touch, feeling a little cold and sobering quickly. They take a deep breath and try to sit up a little straighter as they take their hands away from their eyes.
"No," they say, trying to force steadiness into their voice as they meet Kimmon's tender gaze. "No, you're right." They take a deep breath, closing their eyes again for a moment. "I can handle it, it'll be okay."
They kneel before standing this time, still a little shaky, their body aching, but the adrenaline is helping rather than hindering at the moment.
"I'm sorry," they say, finally pulling off their shirt and feeling very silly. They don't meet Kimmon's gaze. "I'm gonna go shower."