Oh god what is this.
((Go easy on me, this is the first fanfiction I’ve written in years. But yeah, sex in the fanservice chair. Enjoy. :) ))
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A familiar weight pressed on him. It was warm and welcomed—hot against his lips as that pressure nibbled on soft flesh, asking for entry. A groan escaped him as a tongue wriggled into his mouth, igniting a passion he had only just begun to accept.
That’s how it was when he was dealing with Barnaby.
Long, powerful fingers slipped through the older man’s hair, tugging his head back and upward, exposing a neck to his lover that pulsed with anticipation. Those tender, thin lips trailed that throat, licking a wet stripe down his Adam’s apple. Kotetsu’s breath hitched with the motion.
As Barnaby made quick work of his shirt and tie with practiced ease, Kotetsu’s hand moved to the younger man’s back, feeling the muscle wound up tight. Yeah, Barnaby was riled, so much so that it only took a moment after Kotetsu had sat down for his lover to pounce. A sigh escaped the veteran hero’s lips.
“It’s like you’re smothering me, Bunny.”
He looked Kotetsu straight in the eye. “I want to fuck you.”
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Oh.
“To say it that bluntly…” But Kotetsu’s words trailed off. Bunny wasn’t going to hear them. Already, his lover’s hands were down his shirt, peeling it off his shoulders to feel hard muscle. The bite of nails dug in and Barnaby jumped at the grimace presented to him. Their mouths together, Kotetsu leaned back, trying to get purchase as his hands slid to the younger man’s hips, fingers slipping to the edge of his shirt in attempts to peel it off his skin. Barnaby whimpered into Kotetsu’s mouth.
Something was off. Barnaby broke the kiss, pulled his shirt off himself, and returned to the older man’s neck. He sucked on Kotetsu’s collarbone, moving his hands down to the belt restraining access to the rest of his prey.
“A little sensitive today, huh?” Kotetsu teases, shifting his hips up to make it easier for his lover. Damn, it was hard not to grind that hard line into Barnaby’s fingers. Maybe they were both too sensitive.
“Shut up.”
The response was cold but at the same time, it barely suppressed the desire in his lover’s voice. Damn, it was arousing. Barnaby could only get the belt halfway undone before Kotetsu followed suit, pulling at the too-tight jeans of his younger partner. He couldn’t even touch Bunny before his breath hiccupped and his knees wobbled. It wasn’t even subtle anymore.
“God, you’re really ramped up.” Kotetsu could tell Barnaby was trying hard not to thrust his hips forward into the older man’s hand. He pulled on those jeans, yanking them lower so they wouldn’t get in the way.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand,” Barnaby almost hissed.
But his actions were far different. His hands were stuck on Kotetsu’s hips, as if wanting to attack, but not having the will. His eyes were half-lidded, and Kotetsu wondered if his partner was even seeing straight anymore.
Kotetsu smirked.
Without any prodding, his lover was pushed to the point of clumsy desperation. How often did this happen? Like hell he wasn’t going to exploit this.
“Are you sure about that, Bunny?” he rumbled as his hand slipped to the back of his lover, squeezing hard on the firm ass. The sound out of Barnaby’s mouth was sinful, even better when he was trying to hold it back—to sound tough. “You can barely move.”
Barnaby growled a curse under his breath, bringing his hands up from Kotetsu’s hips in order to do…something. Who knows, because as soon as Kotetsu touched that pulsing, needy cock, Barnaby all but tumbled forward, gripping the strong shoulders of his lover. As Kotetsu pumped a few quick movements, Barnaby twitched and twisted in his grasp. High-pitched moans echoed into the older man’s ear as his lover’s hot breath trailed down the side of his face. Barnaby’s hand was tangled in his hair, tugging, but not having the strength for much else.
“Shit…fuck!” Barnaby moaned, still for whatever reason trying to contain himself. God knows why, but damn did it make Kotetsu’s own cock beg for attention. The strain of trying to maintain a cool image, even while he fucked his lover’s fist so willingly—God.
Kotetsu wanted more of him.
He yanked the final stubborn section of underwear from Barnaby’s ass and wished he had something—anything to use as lube. Just as he decided spit would have to do, his lover thrust forward hard, his jeans falling down further, something tiny and pink and shiny falling out.
God.
Kotetsu gathered it up. “Bunny, you’re really prepared, aren’t you?” Even as he said it, he was flipping the bottle open, spilling it messily onto his hands, not giving a damn that cold, stinging droplets fell onto his stomach. “You really wanted to fuck me.”
“Shut u—ah!” Barnaby started, but were cut off by Kotetsu pressuring two fingers against the cleft of his ass. The younger man’s flush deepened.
“Or maybe,” Kotetsu whispered, pulling his lover forward so he could growl into his ear, “You just wanted to make sure I could pound you hard and have you make all those pretty little noises while I do it.”
He didn’t give him time to reply, as Kotetsu slid his slick fingers into his partner.
Barnaby let out a wet gasp as his nails raked down the older man’s arm. The veteran hero twisted and stretched his lover, all the while still pumping away at his cock. He wondered how Barnaby could take all this stimulation and not just fall apart. Deeper and deeper Kotetsu pushed into him, finally allowing a third finger to squeeze into the man’s tight opening. If he didn’t realize how tense Barnaby was before, he could feel it now, aching and yet still rocking back into his hand, begging for more, the only sound between them harlot’s moans and slippery fucking noises.
Kotetsu could feel his lover reaching his limit. He was far past overstimulated as Kotetsu bit down on his collarbone, leaving marks as if Barnaby were only his. He was. And the older man was determined to make it known.
But he didn’t want it to end. Before he could release, Kotetsu squeezed Barnaby, eliciting a frustrated groan. Clouded eyes looked down at him, pleading.
“Hold on,” Tiger growled, “I’m not done with you yet.”
((Sorry for the cockblock, but I don’t have the rest written….it will be soon, hopefully))
