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Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I

Welcome to the Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme! Prompt, write, and draw same-gender Fallout pairings, and comment on fills that other people leave!
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TransM!SoleSurvivor/Deacon: smut, dirty talk
(Anonymous) 2017-09-07 01:41 am (UTC)(link)"Wow baby, look how excited you are, squeezing down on my fingers so nicely," Deacon said as his hand moved, grinning when the General tried to move his hips to the movement of his fingers, "Bet I could slide right on in without a problem."
The infamous Sole Survivor only groaned as he tried to rock his hips to push his fingers deeper inside of him, teeth gritted and a blush coming through the dirt smudged cheeks. Deacon only kept casually moving his fingers as he used his free hand to drag the other man's shirt up and out of the way of his belly, chest and pecs, tucking the excess material into his collar to keep it out of the way. His moving hand, and the place it was moving, was still mournfully hidden by a pair of worn boxers and an opened pair of jeans but he was going to get to that... eventually. Right now Deacon just really wanted to see the big badass Sole Survivor cum from words.
He was seated behind him, head on his shoulder and in a perfect spot to talk filth into his ear, his legs tangled with the General's to keep them spread. He spread his legs, thus the other man's legs a touch, and readjusted his hand to ease up on the cram from the tight confines.
"Look how wet and open you are, boss man," He said, right into his ear. He grinned when a stuttered gasp was his response and a tightening of the wet flesh around his fingers. "Liked that, huh? Don't worry, General man, I can keep talking."
"Wonder if you could get off on this, chief, just little old me talking in your ear and fingering you while you keep getting wetter and wetter and more and more desperate for something better then a couple fingers in ya." Sole just moaned loudly, trying to rock his to force his fingers deeper inside of him. "Man, you're already getting kind of needy. My fingers are only so long, chief, trying to fuck yourself on them will only get you so far."
"Deacon," A needy voice groaned deeply.
"Yes dear?" He grinned as he just casually kept moving his two fingers in and out of the man, despite his desperate bucking and grinding. Two rough hands clawed at his legs. "Nothing? That's fine, I'll just enjoy how goddamn wet you are, how you're tightening on my fingers, you little groans and how you keep trying to move your hips."
"Deacon, fuck, please give me more, I'm so close!" Sole grunted.
"Oh, alright," He teased.
One of his hands went down the back of his pants, groping the nice tight little ass before shoving the pants out of his way. He did the same with the boxers, giving them a chance to see his fingers moving in and out of Sole. With those out of the way, he readjusted his hand before wriggling a third finger in next to his other two. The needy little sexy gasp that Sole let out was nice, even better when he used his thumb to taunt Sole's blood flushed little dick.
"Damn, look at you boss, three fingers and taking them like a champ. You really are nice, open and wanting something in here. In fact, I think you need something in here before you lose your mind, huh? My fingers not enough for you? Even if I do..."
He pushed his fingers as deep as physically possible inside and the shout he got was sure to tell anyone within a mile what they were doing. The tightening around his fingers told him though, that Sole was beyond caring at this point. Sole's hand tightened on his thighs and the man used them to start minutely start fucking his fingers, lifting his hips and shoving them down to get friction.
"Wow, never knew you could be this wanton, you just keep making this needy noises and doing all this needy stuff. People might taaallllkkk~" He made sure to drop his voice real low and raspy in Sole's ears and the noise he made could have only come out of a premo porn holotape. "But you like the talk? Especially mine, don't blame you, got the voice. The kind of voice that came make people lose their minds by just telling them to do it. I bet I could make you do it, wanna bet boss man?"
Sole whined loudly, drool escaping his open, wet and wanting mouth. The wet heat around his fingers was practically suckling him in and he knew a small puddle was slowly forming underneath them.
"Huh chief, can you do that for me? Can you do it? Because I..." He let his voice go low and raspy again and got real close to Sole's ear. "Want... you to... cum now."
And fuck he was, throwing his head back and practically roaring as the flesh around his fingers contracted and then started to spasm and wetness just escaped him. He let Sole ride it out, grinning as the man slowly settled, the flesh twitching less and less and finally relaxing. Easing his wet fingers out, he marveled at the wetness as Sole just panted.
"Damn."
After a moment, Sole spoke up. "Hey Deacon?"
"Yeah?"
"You fucking forgot my name again, didn't you?"
"W-what? Pfft, no! I-I would never do that to you, the infamous Sole Survivor, General of the Minutemen, hero of Diamond City-"
"Deacon."
"...Yeah."
Sole snorted, nudging him hard before just barking in laughter. He chuckled as he let his head hit Sole's shoulder, only slightly mourning the sexy beast imagine that he had just ruined for the big boss man.