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be gentle. I am but an asexual 'chu and this is only the second smutty thing i have ever written - and the first one didn't involve humans or genitalia XD
Kidd wasn't exactly a virgin - but all his limited sexual encounters had been quick tumblings in dark tavern corners or back alleys.
He'd cultivated a reputation early in life for being a rude jerk, and it had kept most people at arms length.
So it wasn't just the first time he'd be fucking Killer - but the first time he's be fucking someone on a bed - all laid out before him like a feast.
And Killer looked delicious. Kidd thrust into again, marveling at the way Killer moaned under him...
Yet...
Yet...
Kidd thrust in again and Killer moaned but it wasn't quite what Kidd had been picturing. It wasn't what he build up in his head...
Killer lay under him moaning, but no more passionately than any of the other fucks Kidd had witnessed as a younger man, back when it was just the two of them, hopping from abandoned homes to camping in the Heaps. Killer had a long string of short term boyfriends (and girlfriends, but he didn't usually bring them home) and one night stands. Some of them were because there was a mutual interest - but Kidd knew now, looking back, that most of them were transactional.
It meant they stayed at places with a study door and a working lock. They ate better in the following days. Their new clothes lasted longer. Shoes that actually fit.
Killer moaned under him like he moaned under those boys, whoring himself out to give him & Kidd a chance for a better tomorrow.
Kidd pulled out. Killer whined at the loss but said nothing. He hadn't actually said anything since Kidd had first shoved his dick up his ass.
Even now he was breathing heavy but the flush across his shoulders was gone. He was hard but he wasn't....
Killer wasn't a participant in this, and Kidd wanted to eviscerate anyone who'd ever touched Killer to make him this way.
Well, Kidd wasn't going to stand for that. He sat up straighter, forced Killer over on his back, pulled and positioned his leg until Kidd was seated between his thighs, hauled Killer's hips up into his lap. His own dick angry at the sudden lack of attention but Kidd's mind was elsewhere.
Killer's face was mostly obscured by bangs but smeared purple painted lips show where he was biting his lower one. Kidd stretched up, hands sliding under Killer's shoulders. He braced himself with his left, the fingers of his right tangling in blond locks at Killer's neck and gently pulling, forcing Killer's head back as the sharp line of his throat was displayed.
Kidd nipped at it lightly, kissing up along his jaw and cheek to where Killer's bangs fell. It was enough for the unruly locks to fall away and Kidd grinned down at the confused but curious look to Killer's eyes.
He placed a gentle kiss right at the creased corner, feeling Killer's lashes brush his lips. Left a gentle trail of kisses where fringe met skin until he reached the bridge of Killer's nose and kiss down to recapture killer's lips in his own. Kissing Killer was always a rush and he was very disappointed it had taken him so long to get to try it. But Kidd was also determined to be the last man Killer ever kissed, groaning as Killer kissed him back, devouring him like a famished man...
There was the Killer that was missing from their fucking. There was the Killer that Kidd loved.
Kidd would just have to start over.
Do this right.
He was going to worship Killer and his own dick was just going to have to deal with it.
His dick that was currently at attention next to Killer's own erection. Kidd rolled his hips to grind them together, trapped between their bodies.
Killer whimpered at the movement and Kidd gave his lips one more kiss before returning to his jaw. He pulled Killer's hair just a little more, Killer arching up under him and presented his sharp collar bones and defined chest for Kidd to devour.
Kidd's left hand started to roam, desperate to touch every part of Killer and Killer finally started to move under him. He was still pinned under Kidd mostly, but he was eagerly starting to roll his hips, desperate little noises as he sought friction, touch, anything.
Killer had nerve damage to his left arm - he was ashamed to have anyone see it - and Kidd moved his lips along his collar bone to where healthy skin met scar tissue, nibbling and biting along the edge.
Pulling on his hair like he was, Kidd prevented Killer from being able to see where he as going and Kidd sought out the right amount of pressure needed to bite down with for Killer to feel him, even a little bit. Heart swelling at the cut off little noises Killer made when he did.
Finally, Kidd let go of Killer's hair to sit up and hold Killer's wrist, pulling it up to his lips and kissing the delicate rough skin, locking eyes with Killer when he turned to watch. Others had made Killer feel ashamed of the burns. Kidd worshiped them. These were the payment of keeping Kidd safe, and Kidd would have worshiped them even if he didn't know.
Killer propped himself up with his free hand, pulling Kidd down to him with his left as a desperate, "Kidd" falling like a beg from his lips. Kidd leaned in for another kiss, Killer's mouth frantic and desperate. A man starved.
And wasn't he just. Killer might be quick to gut someone - no hesitancy in ending any life around him - but he was also desperate for any kindness and Kidd spent his whole life watching Killer get his heart broken because of that.
Kidd would not be another one of those men.
By the time Kidd had kissed his way down Killer's chest, his partner was panting and flush under him, soft little sounds falling easy from his lips and Kidd's name just as insistently.
Kidd's chin brushed Killer's erection and the man nearly bucked under him. With a wicked grin, Kidd licked Killer navel instead, where precum had started to smear between them. His hands were on Killer's thighs and he could feel the muscles tense and flex from both fingers and tongue.
He teased Killer, lavishing attention anywhere but the weeping dick, right down to spreading his legs to nip and kiss the straining muscles between groin and leg
Killer's ass was still slick and stretched from the start of the night, and Kidd tentatively licked that next. Killer clenching around him with a surprised shout.
Kidd fucked him with his tongue, Killer whining and begging under him, and Kidd half wondered if he could get Killer to cum from just that. Something he would have to explore again as be glanced up to see Killer with fist fulls of his own hair, back arched and chest heaving
Kidd pulled away and soothed the noise of compliant that followed with a soft "I know I know" as he sat up, reaching for Killer, "Gimme your hands."
They untangled his fingers from where he was pulling is own hair, and Kidd took a moment to hold them in his own, mischievous smile on his face and Killer watched back with wide eyes as Kidd started his slow march of kisses down Killer's body once again, starting at blue pained nails.
This time though, as he made his way down Killer's arm, he encouraged the man's fingers into his own hair, grinning smugly as Killer clutched at him as he kissed down, down, down.
Kissed his way down until he was swallowing Killer's erection, the hands fisting in his hair to the point of pain and the sound that caught in Killer's throat like lightning down Kidd's spine.
It spurred Kidd on, coaxing Killer into fucking his throat, hands caressing Killer's thighs and ass, trying to drag more of those gasps and cries from Killer's lips.
"Kidd," Killer was gasping, the pull on his hair more insistent, trying to get his attention, whining "Kidd, stop, Kidd..."
Kidd pulled away immediately, panting, looking up in concern, "What? Are you okay?"
Killer groaned, slumping back, shaking his head.
"Killer?"
Killer was shaking - no, Kidd realized, no, Killer was laughing. It was breathless, soundless, but he was grinning, tears in his eyes.
"... Kil'?"
Killer covered his face once more with his hands, and Kidd let him, sitting worriedly, absentmindedly continuing to pet Killer's thigh, waiting for Killer to collect himself.
"I didn't mean..." Killer started only to sit up and pull Kidd into another searing kiss, before chucking, "You're okay, I'm okay." He assured Kidd, pressing their foreheads together. "I just meant I was going to cum, you idiot."
"You said stop," Kidd defended himself, and Killer kissed him again.
"I was trying to warn you before I came in your mouth."
"Oh." Kidd looked thoughtful, "But otherwise, it was good?"
Killer gave an exasperated laugh, "Yeah, yeah, it was good."
Kidd kissed his lips one last time before moving to resume the blow job, pausing right before he closed his lips over Killer's dick once more. "You can cum in my mouth." he said with a wink.
And when Killer did, Kidd swallowed every drop.
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be gentle. I am but an asexual 'chu and this is only the second smutty thing i have ever written - and the first one didn't involve humans or genitalia XD
He'd cultivated a reputation early in life for being a rude jerk, and it had kept most people at arms length.
So it wasn't just the first time he'd be fucking Killer - but the first time he's be fucking someone on a bed - all laid out before him like a feast.
And Killer looked delicious. Kidd thrust into again, marveling at the way Killer moaned under him...
Yet...
Yet...
Kidd thrust in again and Killer moaned but it wasn't quite what Kidd had been picturing. It wasn't what he build up in his head...
Killer lay under him moaning, but no more passionately than any of the other fucks Kidd had witnessed as a younger man, back when it was just the two of them, hopping from abandoned homes to camping in the Heaps. Killer had a long string of short term boyfriends (and girlfriends, but he didn't usually bring them home) and one night stands. Some of them were because there was a mutual interest - but Kidd knew now, looking back, that most of them were transactional.
It meant they stayed at places with a study door and a working lock. They ate better in the following days. Their new clothes lasted longer. Shoes that actually fit.
Killer moaned under him like he moaned under those boys, whoring himself out to give him & Kidd a chance for a better tomorrow.
Kidd pulled out. Killer whined at the loss but said nothing. He hadn't actually said anything since Kidd had first shoved his dick up his ass.
Even now he was breathing heavy but the flush across his shoulders was gone. He was hard but he wasn't....
Killer wasn't a participant in this, and Kidd wanted to eviscerate anyone who'd ever touched Killer to make him this way.
Well, Kidd wasn't going to stand for that. He sat up straighter, forced Killer over on his back, pulled and positioned his leg until Kidd was seated between his thighs, hauled Killer's hips up into his lap. His own dick angry at the sudden lack of attention but Kidd's mind was elsewhere.
Killer's face was mostly obscured by bangs but smeared purple painted lips show where he was biting his lower one. Kidd stretched up, hands sliding under Killer's shoulders. He braced himself with his left, the fingers of his right tangling in blond locks at Killer's neck and gently pulling, forcing Killer's head back as the sharp line of his throat was displayed.
Kidd nipped at it lightly, kissing up along his jaw and cheek to where Killer's bangs fell. It was enough for the unruly locks to fall away and Kidd grinned down at the confused but curious look to Killer's eyes.
He placed a gentle kiss right at the creased corner, feeling Killer's lashes brush his lips. Left a gentle trail of kisses where fringe met skin until he reached the bridge of Killer's nose and kiss down to recapture killer's lips in his own. Kissing Killer was always a rush and he was very disappointed it had taken him so long to get to try it. But Kidd was also determined to be the last man Killer ever kissed, groaning as Killer kissed him back, devouring him like a famished man...
There was the Killer that was missing from their fucking. There was the Killer that Kidd loved.
Kidd would just have to start over.
Do this right.
He was going to worship Killer and his own dick was just going to have to deal with it.
His dick that was currently at attention next to Killer's own erection. Kidd rolled his hips to grind them together, trapped between their bodies.
Killer whimpered at the movement and Kidd gave his lips one more kiss before returning to his jaw. He pulled Killer's hair just a little more, Killer arching up under him and presented his sharp collar bones and defined chest for Kidd to devour.
Kidd's left hand started to roam, desperate to touch every part of Killer and Killer finally started to move under him. He was still pinned under Kidd mostly, but he was eagerly starting to roll his hips, desperate little noises as he sought friction, touch, anything.
Killer had nerve damage to his left arm - he was ashamed to have anyone see it - and Kidd moved his lips along his collar bone to where healthy skin met scar tissue, nibbling and biting along the edge.
Pulling on his hair like he was, Kidd prevented Killer from being able to see where he as going and Kidd sought out the right amount of pressure needed to bite down with for Killer to feel him, even a little bit. Heart swelling at the cut off little noises Killer made when he did.
Finally, Kidd let go of Killer's hair to sit up and hold Killer's wrist, pulling it up to his lips and kissing the delicate rough skin, locking eyes with Killer when he turned to watch. Others had made Killer feel ashamed of the burns. Kidd worshiped them. These were the payment of keeping Kidd safe, and Kidd would have worshiped them even if he didn't know.
Killer propped himself up with his free hand, pulling Kidd down to him with his left as a desperate, "Kidd" falling like a beg from his lips. Kidd leaned in for another kiss, Killer's mouth frantic and desperate. A man starved.
And wasn't he just. Killer might be quick to gut someone - no hesitancy in ending any life around him - but he was also desperate for any kindness and Kidd spent his whole life watching Killer get his heart broken because of that.
Kidd would not be another one of those men.
By the time Kidd had kissed his way down Killer's chest, his partner was panting and flush under him, soft little sounds falling easy from his lips and Kidd's name just as insistently.
Kidd's chin brushed Killer's erection and the man nearly bucked under him. With a wicked grin, Kidd licked Killer navel instead, where precum had started to smear between them. His hands were on Killer's thighs and he could feel the muscles tense and flex from both fingers and tongue.
He teased Killer, lavishing attention anywhere but the weeping dick, right down to spreading his legs to nip and kiss the straining muscles between groin and leg
Killer's ass was still slick and stretched from the start of the night, and Kidd tentatively licked that next. Killer clenching around him with a surprised shout.
Kidd fucked him with his tongue, Killer whining and begging under him, and Kidd half wondered if he could get Killer to cum from just that. Something he would have to explore again as be glanced up to see Killer with fist fulls of his own hair, back arched and chest heaving
Kidd pulled away and soothed the noise of compliant that followed with a soft "I know I know" as he sat up, reaching for Killer, "Gimme your hands."
They untangled his fingers from where he was pulling is own hair, and Kidd took a moment to hold them in his own, mischievous smile on his face and Killer watched back with wide eyes as Kidd started his slow march of kisses down Killer's body once again, starting at blue pained nails.
This time though, as he made his way down Killer's arm, he encouraged the man's fingers into his own hair, grinning smugly as Killer clutched at him as he kissed down, down, down.
Kissed his way down until he was swallowing Killer's erection, the hands fisting in his hair to the point of pain and the sound that caught in Killer's throat like lightning down Kidd's spine.
It spurred Kidd on, coaxing Killer into fucking his throat, hands caressing Killer's thighs and ass, trying to drag more of those gasps and cries from Killer's lips.
"Kidd," Killer was gasping, the pull on his hair more insistent, trying to get his attention, whining "Kidd, stop, Kidd..."
Kidd pulled away immediately, panting, looking up in concern, "What? Are you okay?"
Killer groaned, slumping back, shaking his head.
"Killer?"
Killer was shaking - no, Kidd realized, no, Killer was laughing. It was breathless, soundless, but he was grinning, tears in his eyes.
"... Kil'?"
Killer covered his face once more with his hands, and Kidd let him, sitting worriedly, absentmindedly continuing to pet Killer's thigh, waiting for Killer to collect himself.
"I didn't mean..." Killer started only to sit up and pull Kidd into another searing kiss, before chucking, "You're okay, I'm okay." He assured Kidd, pressing their foreheads together. "I just meant I was going to cum, you idiot."
"You said stop," Kidd defended himself, and Killer kissed him again.
"I was trying to warn you before I came in your mouth."
"Oh." Kidd looked thoughtful, "But otherwise, it was good?"
Killer gave an exasperated laugh, "Yeah, yeah, it was good."
Kidd kissed his lips one last time before moving to resume the blow job, pausing right before he closed his lips over Killer's dick once more. "You can cum in my mouth." he said with a wink.
And when Killer did, Kidd swallowed every drop.
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