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atomicwrangler2016-11-03 06:15 pm
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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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Amenities (Gage/M!Sole Survivor, explicit, shameless smut, informal D/S, shower sex) 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 03:42 am (UTC)(link)Boss leans forward and kisses him again, softly. It’s a sharp contrast against the teeth digging into his shoulder moments ago and the hands holding his jaw with an almost bruising grip, but that seems to be Boss’s thing. He’ll rotate from tender to rough and back again, interspersing sharp bites and manhandling with gentle touches and light teasing. Most of the time Gage loves it, opportunistically enjoying whichever hand Boss decides to play but right now, at this exact moment, he doesn’t want the one wearing a kid glove. He bites back at the kiss, tugging on Boss’s lip and hooking a leg around the man’s waist. He scratches his fingers over Boss’s chest, leaving dry gouges on wet skin.
“You ain’t gonna break me,” he breathes against the other man’s mouth, “so get the fuck on with it.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Boss growls quietly, breaking away from Gage’s lips to worry his jawline, digging his nails into Gage’s hips just enough to prove a point. Gage can feel the man's lips quirk up into a predatory smirk as he bucks up against him, the water covering both of them making everything slick and warm. He rocks his hips up again, and groans as the other man holds him against the floor, biting back and catching Gage’s lower lip between his teeth. He tugs and it hurts, Gage breathes in sharply and hisses and the teeth on his lip are gone, replaced by lips on his neck. Not gentle, but bruising. Enough to distract Gage from the hands leaving his hips, the slight clatter of the jar being opened. Boss bites lightly at his neck and Gage groans as lube-slicked fingers press against his ass, the pad of one circling briefly before plunging in and fuck fuck fuuuuck.
Boss takes his time, but he sure isn’t gentle about it. He presses in roughly, but the finger is slick enough not to really hurt. A second finger joins the first almost immediately and that’s… yeah, that’s pushing Gage’s limits just a tiny bit. He sucks in a sharp breath, willing himself to relax, to ease up around the invasion of his body and is silently grateful that Boss lets him.
Before he’s even really done adjusting Boss twists and curls his fingers and Gage gasps. Boss repeats the motion, slower, more deliberately, and Gage doesn’t even know what noises he makes, too focused on the pleasure-pain burn in his ass and the light brush against his prostate. He’s sure he hears Boss murmur something smug-sounding but he can’t hear over the constant spatter of water on skin and floor. Gage forces himself to relax, breathing slow and shaky, fingers twitching where he’s holding onto Boss’s shoulders, as the other man pulls both fingers almost all the way out before sliding them slowly and firmly back in. Out… and back in, over and over. Repetition smooths away the rough edge of pain and Gage can enjoy the stretch now, making a disappointed noise when Boss doesn’t quite hit his sweet spot. Boss responds by pushing in further and the low, burning pleasure of being stretched is all-consuming. It’s strange and invasive and somehow gratifying all at once and Gage feels like he’s going to drown in that feeling.
His world focuses down to nothing but the spots where Boss is touching him. The hand that isn’t halfway up his ass is gripping his hips, gripping harder every time Gage twitches or jerks under Boss’s attentions. There might even be a bruise there later and fuck, Gage can’t decide if he’s turned on or feels violated by that idea. He rolls back against the fingers Boss has in him, and groans just a little louder than necessary when Boss grazes his prostate again. Boss likes that, he’s told Gage so. He likes drawing sounds and responses out of his partners, playing them like a rigged poker game. He’s been playing Gage for weeks now, and he’s gotten very good at it.
Gage hisses and moans and writhes with Boss’s fingers in him, cock hard and neglected until Boss ducks down to take the crown in his mouth for a moment. Gage swears, repeatedly, and wonders as Boss crawls up his abdomen to wrap his lips around a nipple if the man intends to get him off like this, just fucking him with his hands and mouth. Boss bites, pressing into him again, and Gage can’t fucking help but jerk his hips up, grinding his dick against Boss’s stomach and bringing his hands up to bury his fingers in Boss’s hair. He drags Boss up, leaning up to kiss him, and they stay like that, lips and tongues and teeth pushing and sucking until Boss pulls back, panting.
“You are so fucking good,” he breathes, finally pulling out and leaving Gage aching and empty. “Gage, you are so fucking perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He kisses Gage between each word for emphasis; cheek, jaw, throat. “Just wanted you to know that before I ruin you.”
Privately, Gage is already feeling more than a little ruined, and Boss’s perfectly self-satisfied tone doesn’t do much to help that situation, but Boss doesn't need to know that. So he bucks his hips against Boss in a deliberate, provocative way and says, “Yanno, I distinctly recall telling you get the fuck on with it.”
He is bitten for his efforts, hard, and then kissed thoroughly and tenderly in the same spot. “If you’re really going to be that insistent,” Boss murmurs while lapping at the beginnings of a bruise at the base of Gage’s neck, “then who am I to ignore your request?”
“Damn straight,” Gage sighs as Boss pulls off, craning his neck and propping himself up a little to watch the other man dip back into the lube and slick himself up. He’s quick, almost sloppy about it, like he doesn’t consider it worth the effort or thinks he’s prepped Gage well enough that he doesn’t need to spend that much time on himself. And before Gage can follow either of those lines of thought further Boss is scooting closer, practically hauling Gage into his lap, lining himself up and pushing in. He buries himself all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion and god.
It’s been a long, long time since Gage has done this.
Boss groans, holding his hips still, thank god, and watching Gage through heavily lidded eyes. Gage, for his part, just rolls his head back and relishes the burn, not quite more than the three fingers, and the perversely satisfying feeling of fullness. He takes a deep breath, then another, and another. Boss is smiling that lazy predator smile of his and still managing to not really move, but Gage can feel his hips twitching, tiny little rolls and pushes that are about all he can handle at the moment. He focuses on his breathing for another few seconds, eye shut, until he feels like yeah, he can handle this.
“You good?” Boss asks, rubbing thumbs against Gage’s hip bones. Gage nods, though he’s still not totally relaxed, and feels Boss shift. He braces himself but Boss doesn’t start fucking him in earnest, instead leaning over and breathing against his ear.
“Say you’re good, Gage. I’m not starting until you tell me you’re good to go.” Gage shivers, it’s not even really a threatening tone, just quietly commanding and fuck, it's gonna be real difficult to avoid gettin’ a hardon if Boss decides to speak like that any other time.
Boss doesn’t push him, just waits for Gage to take a couple more deep breaths, waits for him to shift his own hips to a better angle. He waits for Gage to catch up. Gage feels like he does that a lot; rushing ahead, bat or knife or crowbar swingin’, not stopping to turn back and look for Gage until the dust has already settled and the blood is drying. Gage thinks about this with Boss’s cock inside him, feeling stretched and full, and breathes in warm, oppressively humid air. Boss is still leaning over him, his hips almost completely still, running the tip of his nose along the edge of Gage’s ear like he has all the time in the world to wait for Gage.
“I’m fine, Boss,” Gage finally answers after a minute or so, arching his neck a bit in a shameless bid for some attention. Boss makes an amused-sounding hum and obliges, kissing Gage under his ear and dragging his teeth down to his collarbone before pulling back and centering himself over Gage.
“You say stop, I stop,” and that’s the last thing Boss says before he rolls his hips into Gage and Gage stops being able to listen.
Boss starts low and slow, more of a grind than a thrust but that’s just fine by Gage at this point. Slow, heavy friction without too much stretch, and this is alright. It feels good, easy, and it’s not long before Gage hooks a leg properly around Boss’s waist and starts rolling into his thrusts.
Boss gives an approving groan and speeds up, pulling partway out now before driving back in. He hooks his arms under Gage’s knees, changing the angle and fucking into him properly now. Gage can’t push back like this, can’t keep time as Boss speeds up, so he rolls his head back against the damp, misshapen mess of the towel and just rides it out.
The shower is still on, still hot, the steam mixing with Boss’s breath and the sound of the spray masking their laboured breathing. Gage curls fingers around his own cock and lets out a long, stuttering moan as Boss fucks into him, just a bit quicker and a bit harder until he settles on a pace he likes. There’s still a pleasant burn each time he thrusts, but more and more it’s just friction. Delicious friction and a not-quite-enough feeling of being full, of being un-empty. Gage wants more, he wants the feeling of being almost torn apart back, and he writhes against the shower floor trying to change the angle they’re meeting at. Boss drops his legs, laughing through the water dripping off his face as Gage wraps them vise-like around his waist. He shoves arms under Gage’s back, and that’s enough to get Gage what he wants. Boss is slamming into him now, and the angle is just right, and for a precious few seconds that feel like they might be minutes Gage rides the edge.
Boss claws at his back, bites his neck again, and that pushes Gage over. He takes sharp, staccato breaths as he comes, a different texture of slick warmth coating his hand and stomach. Boss drives into him harder, deeper; pressing his cheek flush with Gage’s and breathing obscenities in his ear as he slams into him. Gage keeps his legs legs locked around Boss’s hips and wraps his arms around the other man’s shoulders. He drags his teeth along Boss’s neck, and that brings Boss to his own climax. Gage can feel the tremors of it as Boss shoves into him one, two, three more times. He can feel the everything drain out of Boss as he clutches Gage and presses his face into Gage’s neck, hissing Gage’s name into purpling flesh as his cock finishes twitching inside Gage and they both go still.
It’s disgustingly pleasant to just lie there, catching their breaths for a few more moments. Gage runs his hands over Boss’s back, over his spine, and Boss sighs against his chest once he has enough air in his lungs for sighing. The shower is, amazingly, still running nicely hot, and it’s not until Boss starts getting a cramp in one leg that he finally pushes himself up and off of Gage and the raider’s body submits its own list of why fucking on a wet concrete floor is a shit idea.
“So, not gonna lie, that was pretty god damn spectacular,” Gage says as he continues laying on the floor, rolling his shoulders back into something approaching normal alignment. “But you think maybe next time we could get an actual mattress involved?”
“Shower sex does have a few practical downsides,” Boss admits with a grin as he sits and massages a knee under the spray. “Still completely worth the entry fee.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Boss.” It’s his standard ‘going along with whatever the crazy guy in the hat says’ tone, and he adds an eyeroll for good measure.
Boss laughs, sounding exhausted, and grins at Gage. He almost looks like he wants to go another round just to prove a point, but settles for leaning over and kissing Gage lightly behind the ear. “I’ll take you up on that mattress request as soon as we get back to Fizztop.”
“No rush,” Gage responds, still reclining on the floor because he doesn’t trust his back to hold him up just yet. “Just something to keep in mind.”
“Duly noted,” Boss kisses him once more, soft and affectionate. He cleans up what little mess hasn’t already been rinsed off, and later, when they’re back topside and camped in part of an abandoned freight station to take turns sleeping through the afternoon, he gives Gage a back rub.
(He also asks if the tattered sleeping bag in the corner counts as a mattress. Gage throws the duffel bag at his head.)
Re: Amenities (Gage/M!Sole Survivor, explicit, shameless smut, informal D/S, shower sex) 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-11-30 02:31 am (UTC)(link)This fill is so good and so hot. I love it! There was one turn of phrase I especially liked-- "Gage’s spine feels like a leaky plasma cartridge" -- and it's just. I want to steal that analogy, dude.
Gage's characterization is great. Thank you for sharing!!
Re: Amenities (Gage/M!Sole Survivor, explicit, shameless smut, informal D/S, shower sex) 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-11-30 05:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: Amenities (Gage/M!Sole Survivor, explicit, shameless smut, informal D/S, shower sex) 3/3
(Anonymous) 2017-04-13 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)Fuck, this is so perfect. Exactly the way fucking Gage would go. I feel a special connection to this SS because I, too, would love to draw sounds out of him.
Fuck, this was amazing. 10/10