Work Text:
“Epel!”
Epel was sure he had flung the book in his hands halfway around the world, startling at hearing his name yelled so suddenly in the library. He turned around, glaring and ready to punch the spit out of whoever scared him. Instead he softened at seeing Deuce looking apologetic and speed-walking to his table.
“...Yeah? What ya need, Deuce?” Epel looked around, trying to see if he could find where his book had been sent to, “Kinda doing some self-study…”
“I gotta talk to you!”
At the chorus of shushing from all sides, Deuce bit his lip and set his shoulders to the bottom of his ears, “...Sorry…I had something to ask you. Can you come with me to a private study room?”
Epel sighed, giving up on finding his book and turning to Deuce, “Why not just ask me out ‘er? Ya already yelling yur damn head off.”
The shorter boy watched with a raised eyebrow as Deuce turned sheepish, looking away before looking back with a blush on his face.
“It's…it's kind of a private thing…”
Epel choked on his own spit, pounding a fist to his chest in an attempt to clear his lungs, “Run that by me again?”
Deuce sighed, tapping on the table of the private study room with his index fingers, “I wanna…I wanna try being the bottom.”
“...” Epel snorted, covering his face and waving off the offended look Deuce sent his way, “Ah'm not laughin’ at ya! Just…Deuce, I ain't got a dick?”
“Yeah, I know, but like…” Deuce huffed, crossing his arms, “Ace would never let me live it down, Sebek's like…intimidatingly good at sex for some reason? And Jack is…Jack is big. ”
Epel looks dreamily into the distance, a smirk on his face while he thought about just how big Jack was, “ Damn right he is…”
“So…I thought that…you'd be up for helping me try?”
“Well, why are ya so invested? No offense, but ah never stuck you as the guy who'd take it up the ass without at least a shot of whiskey in ya.”
Deuce looks to the side, shrugging, “I…I feel kinda bad when it's all of us on you at once.”
“Deuce, ah got no problem being stuffed in every hole at once.”
“ Yeah, I know, just -” Deuce sighs again, slumping forward to hit his head on the table, “I feel bad that you seem to be always catching alone? I wanna just…show my support and catch with you for once?”
“...” Epel hums under his breath. This was honestly a blessing in disguise. While he was telling the truth, he had no issues being used as a communal cumdump for his entourage of boyfriends, he was fantasizing lately about sharing the load with someone. His honest first thought was Sebek. With how diligent a learner he was, Epel was convinced the half-fae could learn to deep throat in a matter of minutes. But Deuce…
Epel had to fight the urge to bite his lip, his head being filled with past memories and current thoughts. Deuce whimpered so pretty. It was whiney, somehow with the hint of a growl when he bared his teeth while he panted. Epel loved riding Deuce until all he could do was whimper. So to think he had the chance to fuck Deuce right and proper…How could he say anything else but when?
Smiling, Epel nodded his head, holding in his laugh when Deuce visually perked up, “Let's try it. Come to Pomefiore this Saturday. Vil'll be out for club all day and my roommates all have plans.” His eyes lid, leaning on the table to brush a lock of deep blue hair from Deuce’s cheek, “I get ta hear yur pretty whimpers just for me, big boy.”
Epel was very thankful that Pomefiore had some of the thickest curtains he'd ever seen in his life. Drawing them gave the room the perfect feel, not too bright but not too dark; a slightly purple-tinted dimming effect that only made Deuce look more handsome. He smiles, a hand two fingers deep into Deuce’s lubed-slicked hole and the other giving a lackluster handjob. Not enough to give orgasmic pleasure, but enough to stimulate while Epel worked his backdoor virgin boyfriend open.
The Heartslabyul student had nearly backed out when he saw what Epel had first intended to use on him. Deuce wasn't sure about anal sex, he could admit that, but the ribbed monster Epel had pulled out was not starter territory. It took some debate, Epel pulling out a trunk from under his bed and showing a wide variety of other dildos before Deuce felt comfortable with the size of one. Said pick being one Epel jokingly called him a narcissist over. Funny enough, he could not recognize the shape of his own dick when it was an electric shade of blue raspberry.
Once three fingers comfortably fit inside, Epel started to pull away. Deuce was on the bed, lightly panting and mildly astonished at the feeling of his hole gripping on nothing. It felt…itchy? A part of him panicked for a split second, wondering if he was allergic to the lube Epel had used. But the itch felt…pleasurable. Like a feeling of needing to scratch by rubbing up against it, the friction of something dragging up and down his walls.
“Ya good, baby? We can stop ‘er and try next week if it's too much for ya.”
Deuce shook his head, blinking past his own thoughts to respond to Epel, “No, I'm …I'm fine. Just…I'm good to keep going. You…you put it in now right?”
With a hum, Epel nodded and moved away from the bed to put his harness on. He moans, the short anchor cock slipping into his drenched pussy with ease. Belts secured, Epel turned around to proudly present the strap on, “Ya wanna try this from the bottom or the top?”
Deuce felt his mind blank for a few seconds, not fully registering what Epel was even asking him. But soon he caught back up, shaking his head and patting at the duvet beneath him, “I'm good in this position. This is a good position, right?”
“Heh. Yur so cute when yur nervous. Yeah, ah can work with ya like this.” Epel smiled, licking his lips at the image underneath him, “Ok, big boy. Ya ready to start takin’ it?”
Deuce takes in another breath, holding it as an effort to calm his pounding heart. Once he couldn't hear his own pulse in his ears he nodded his head, “Yeah…just…slow?”
“Don'cha worry that pretty lil head of yurs. Ahma take real good care of ya…”
Epel placed his clean hand on Deuce’s bare hip, his still lube-slicked hand guiding the strap onto his boyfriend's prepped hole. He watches with a growing fascination as the head was slowly swallowed by the ring of muscle, only pausing at Deuce’s louder groans and hips trying to arch away.
“It hurtin'...?”
“N-no. Just…ah…never felt it before…”
“Well, we only got the head in. Can ya take a bit more for me?”
Deuce takes a few more breaths, nodding his head, “Yeah.”
Epel smiles, licking lips once more and pulling his hips back. He hums watching the head of his strap pop out of Deuce before he started to push it back in, “Good boy…” The soft whine Deuce let out made him chuckle.
It was a slow back and forth. Epel would push in, spend a few moments still and letting Deuce adjust before pulling out, repeating again and again. They both moan when Epel managed to bottom out fully, the sound of their skin slapping together at the lavenderette’s quick thrust. Epel spent a few moments slowly rutting into the tight hole, watching with a loving smile as Deuce shuddered.
“Fuck…baby, ya took it so good. All eight inches nice and cozy in yur ass. How ya feelin’ hun?”
Deuce panted, managing to prop himself up on his elbows trying to look at where their bodies were connected. When he couldn't see anything he laid back down on the bed, “Weird…but good? It's a fullness…and I can't… Ah-” he moans, feeling his insides clench around the dildo for a brief moment, “It's…it's good…”
“Hmmm. Ya know this is how ya make me feel? Full and all puddy like, makes me wanna fuck ya just as rough as you fuck me.” Epel leaned down, kissing along Deuce’s neck and up to his lips. His tongue slipping in and curling around, briefly testing how hard Deuce would gag if he pressed his tongue into his throat before pulling away, “Ah! Fucking pretty boy like you woulda been a real treat ta have on the farm…”
Epel finally pulled his hips back, watching the slow drag of Deuce’s ass grip at the dildo until only the head was left. He snaps his hips forward, driving half of the length back inside with a quick thrust. Laughing, he repeats the motion, changing the depth and speed before starting a slow rhythm.
“So glad yur all mine tonight though. Ah get to hear what my pretty boy bitch's moans sound like before anyone else.”
The dirty talk was not expected, but Deuce wasn't complaining. Epel was honestly just as rough and tumble as he was, so hearing the country boy talk in such a way shouldn't surprise him. Then again, anytime they'd have sex, Epel was throat-deep on someone's cock or telling them to fuck him harder. Self-serving instructions, but not…this.
Deuce almost opened his mouth in protest during Epel's lazy fucking. The other teen had started to wax about how he'd look knotted on Jack's cock, a feat that Deuce wasn't even sure was possible with how big Jack's knot seemed to get. Instead, his opened mouth let out a pathetic-sounding whine, a hiccuped choke of a whimper feeling the strap-on hit something. It felt weird, like a button that sent his entire bottom area lighting up with new sensations like an alarm.
“Ah! Wait! What was-”
“Found it!” Epel grinned, thrusting in deep a few times before managing to hit the spot again and grind the head of his strap against it. He laughed when Deuce’s cock started to ooze and twitch at the pressure, the other boy squirming underneath him, “That's the bitch switch, big boy.”
Deuce watched in mild concern. Epel pulled himself out, an action that no longer made him feel uncomfortable at the unfamiliarity. He gulped, watching Epel grab the bottle of milky white lube and pour a generous amount along the dildo and over Deuce’s hole.
“Epel-”
“Time ta really pound that ass…”
The thrusts were wild, skin slapping growing louder and louder with every passing second. Deuce moaned and keened, a part of him regretting not taking Epel's offer to have him do this from the top. He couldn't keep himself up for long with how hard Epel was pounding into him. All he could do was grip onto the sheets and ride out the new world of strange pleasure he willingly walked into.
A hard hit to his prostate made him almost scream, the feeling slamming into him rough and without mercy since Epel didn't stop once. He whimpered, a hand reaching to his rock-hard dick to stroke it. His fingers had barely grazed the sensitive member before his hand was slapped away.
“A-AH! Epel!?”
“Naw. Ya wanna get fucked like a bitch? Yur gonna have ta cum like a bitch too .” Epel breathlessly chuckled, stopping his thrusts to climb onto the bed properly. He hooks his arms under Deuce’s knees, hiking the other boy into a rough mating press before he started his pace again, “Yur gonna cum just like this, baby. Gonna make you cum all over that handsome face ya got.”
With the aid of gravity, Deuce felt the force of Epel's rough thrusts even more. The new position only giving him more room to pound into his guts. A bump now just barely visible on Deuce’s stomach with each thrust that neither boy noticed, eyes either shut or rolled in pleasure.
“Fuck…I shoulda used the double-ended dildo. What ah’m getting from this strap ain't enough. Hmmm…wanna feel it nice and deep with ya baby. Can you feel it? Ah wanna do this forever~.”
Deuce was whining, eyes nearly going cross at the building pressure in his balls. A spring winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. He barely registered Epel's dirty talk, the country accent growing thicker and thicker as he chased his own orgasm using Deuce like he was a pussy pocket, “Eh! Epel! Epel, please, I'm-AH!”
“Ya gonna cum?” Epel let out a guttural moan, slowing down to pump deeply into Deuce at a steady pace, “Cum~. Come on handsome baby~. Cum for me. Cum. Cum. Cum!”
Deuce didn't know if his vision whited out from the force of his climax or if he managed to cum in his own face like Epel wanted. He realized it was both as a flavor hit his tongue, vague yet familiar from all of the post-blowjob kisses Epel loved to give. He could barely feel the other first-year grinding into him, softly cooing while Deuce’s cock dribbled onto his face.
Epel pulled out after a few minutes, still rutting into Deuce’s ass even when the Heartslabyul stopped cumming. Pulling out, Epel whistled lowly, “Damn, baby…ya took it so well…proud of ya.” He chuckles, slapping Deuce’s ass before moving off the bed.
Deuce panted on the bed, using his shaky arms to wipe at his face, “T-...Thanks? Can I have a towel…” At Epel's silence he tilted his head down, eyebrows scrunching in confusion seeing Epel kneeling down and searching for something, “What are you doing?”
“Looking…for…Got it!” Epel held out a thick, double-sided dildo. He crawled up from the end of the bed, another large dildo already fastened to a harness in his other hand, “Let's try these next!”
“...” Deuce looked at the new toys in Epel's hands. Sure he wanted to try being the bottom. He wasn't in any way prepared to get a train ran on him by a single person. He looked up to Epel, hoping his nervousness came across past his cum covered face, “Epel, what was our safe word again…?”