“Oh,mmph, I think it’s—fuck—it’s too much, Riot—”
“You can.” Riot growled in his ear, nipping at his earlobe as he thrust deeper. “You will. Give me one more, princess—show me how bad you want it. Cum for me again.”
He hooked his arms under Cass’s thighs and lifted him off the ground entirely. Cass yelped, his feet kicking for a moment before planting against the edge of the sink. It opened him up completely—suspended, braced, body arched in the mirror like an offering. Cass squeezed his eyes shut as Riot continued to fuck up into him, his face a mess of tear-streaked embarrassment and fierce want, his hard cock bouncing with each thrust.
“Look,” Riot ordered, pounding in harder, transfixed on the sight of himself moving in and out of Cass. “Open your eyes and look—that’s you, princess, taking me so fucking good. So—”Thrust. “—fucking—”Thrust. “—beautiful.”
Cass’s eyes snapped open with a guttural moan tearing free that reverberated in Riot’s chest. He grabbed a fistful of Riot’s hair, yanking hard enough to sting, and let Riot maneuver him like a ragdoll, utterly surrendered. His toes curled against the sink’s edge, heels digging in for leverage as he pushed back. “Don’t stop, please, please, please—mmph—don’t stop! It’s close—”
“That’s right, princess.” Riot slowed for a breath, grinding deep in a torturous circle that made Cass let out a desperate whine.
His head fell back against Riot’s shoulder, his breath hitching in ragged bursts as his legs began shaking violently. Riot pressed fevered kisses along the column of his throat, tasting the salt of his skin mingled with the heady scent of their mingled arousal.
“Oh heavens—yes, yes, fuck!” Cass’s body seized, clenching like a vice in rhythmic waves that threatened to push Riot over the edge. Cass’s release crashed through him, blurring the linesbetween them until Riot felt every pulse as his own—electric aftershocks ripping from Cass’s core straight into his, making his vision haze with gold and his thrusts falter.
He pulled out.
The loss was pure torment. “Can’t,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Inside you. Matthias—he’ll smell—I’ll just…”
Riot lowered him gently, but Cass’s legs buckled like they were made of rubber. He dropped to the cold tile, gazing up with his chest heaving in the afterglow.
“Let me,” Cass rasped, and engulfed Riot’s cock in his mouth without hesitation.
No tentative licks this time, just fervent, sloppy devotion, his tongue swirling eagerly around the tip before taking him deeper. Riot knew he should pull away, be gentle, but the wet heat was too much. He threaded fingers through Cass’s braids, gripping the back of his head with both hands, and thrust in with feral snaps, each one sending jolts of pleasure spiking through his core. Cass choked, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, but he clutched Riot’s thigh, yanking him deeper into that convulsing throat, his other hand—despite the sling—bracing against Riot’s hip for balance.
“So good,” Riot growled, lost in the obscene symphony of gags and slurps that filled the room. “Suck me like you mean it, princess—choke on it, swallow me down. Fuck, your mouth—”
Cass gagged harder, pulling off to gasp once, his lips glistening with saliva and slick, eyes locked on Riot’s with a mix of defiance and adoration. Then he dove back in, hollowing his cheeks and sucking with renewed vigor, his throat convulsing as Riot face-fucked him with abandon, the wet sounds growing louder, more desperate.
“Cass—I’m gonna—” Riot tried to withdraw, muscles tensing, but Cass held firm, nails digging into his skin as if to saymine.
It hit Riot like a demolition, from the ground up, the foundations giving first, then the walls, then the roof. The gold went supernova behind his eyelids and Cass held on and swallowed what he could and what he couldn’t…
Landed on his face. His cheek. A streak across the bridge of his nose and into the edge of his braids. Cass blinked a few times, still catching his breath, as he touched the wetness on his cheek with his fingertips and looked at it with the expression of a person who had just encountered something they’d seen before but never in this particular location.
Fuck, the sight alone made Riot’s knees weak. He hit the ground in front of Cass, shaking as his mind tried to assemble itself.
Cass knelt between his legs, still touching the mess on his cheek with perplexed fingers. “Oh,” he said, voice hoarse. “What do I... do with this? Just wash it off, like before?”
Riot stared, the sight unspooling his tension. He laughed. “Come here, princess. Come here—”
Cass crawled into his lap. Riot wiped his face gently with his discarded tunic.
“Was that okay?” Cass asked. “The—with my mouth? I don’t know if I did it right.”
“You did it exactly right.”
“I don’t think that’s true. I felt you try to pull away and I didn’t let you and then things got—” He gestured at his own face. “Messy.”
“Cass.” Riot kissed his forehead. His cheek. The tip of his nose. “You were perfect.”
“You say that about everything I do.”
“I am so in love with you that it’s probably a medical condition, just take the compliment princess.”
Cass smiled. The real, full smile with a crinkle at the corners of his eyes, his whole face reorganizing itself around the act ofbeing happy. He had cum in his braids and tear tracks on his cheeks and he was sitting in a Berserker’s lap on a bathroom floor wearing half a robe and he looked like the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to a world that didn’t deserve him.
“I love you,” Cass said. His hand came up traced the skin under Riot’s left eye.
