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|| I’m not doing the mental gymnastics to figure out how or where they’re locked inside a room. They just are! Theyve already decided that sharing the bed is ”fine, whatever, god. Just stay in your side!” ||
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Those sleep heavy thighs were pressed against his, again. It must have been the eighth time Crypto scooted away from the man. Or or would have been, if there was anywhere to scoot. He determined that this would have to suffice as sleeping arrangements for the time being. because Mirage is apparently a heat-seeking missile once he’s fully under. Crypto just let himself press back, the warmth was… nice. Not unwelcome. Where Mirage’s one leg jutted out farther, Crypto placed his on top. He began to feel more comfortable than he thought possible tonight. And that’s exactly when Mirage’s strong arm curled sound his chest. He didn’t let himself dwell on the fact he felt invincible at this moment. So wrapped up and protected that he would barely jump if the Syndicate were to burst into the room right at this second. Nope, he certainly didn’t think those thoughts at all. He slipped back to sleep, finding the body heat both welcome and overwhelming.
It was a few hours later when he felt a scruffy greeting behind his ear. Then the hot breath that followed. He was locked into Mirages embrace, and he was still asleep. Crypto had the weight of this man slung over his chest, hand cupping his pec, legs intertwined. And…
Oh god. Mirage was hard. He felt the throbbing through the thin boxer fabric. It’s purely a subconscious thing his body is just doing. Kind of like how crypto subconsciously leans back to feel more of it. He honestly didn’t expect the size to be so large. From simply pressing back, Mirage pressed forward slightly. Crypto froze- he thought he was caught. But a light mumble against his ear was a sign the man was still asleep. He felt himself becoming lightheaded as he himself started filling out down south. He was embarrassed now, felt shame for getting excited over Mirage’s incessant pressing. He felt the tip along the back of his thigh, and what did he do? He began to rub the thigh against it. Fuck. He was a few desperate moments away from dipping below the shared sheet and personally taking care of the problem when… Mirage pulled himself away at lightning speed
“Oh fuck, man I’m- im sorry it’s not itnet-intens- It’s not on purpose!!” He rolled away, farther than he was originally. “God I’m so sorry.”
He buried his face with his hands and faced away from the hacker.
The room stayed quiet.
Until Crypto rolled to his back and sighed, “Don’t be.” He displayed the twitching tent in his shorts as well, looking desperate and red faced. “Mirage.” He whispered, that was all the bravery he could muster. The trickster looked through his fingers at Crypto. Then downward.
“Are you… serious?”
Being locked in this room felt like a dream state, nothing felt all that real, and so with his guard down, he rolled over, and got on top of Mirage. “Deathly” he held the mans shoulders down and searched his eyes for any objections. Instead he felt those sleep warm hands clutch his hip bones.
Mirage forced the hacker’s hips forward. “Ah, ssibal” he dragged his cock against Crypto, but still a fabric layer away.
“Does that mean ‘no’? Or… or like ‘stop’?” Mirage looked worried, his grip relaxed.
“No. It means ‘I can’t stand this man but I need to ride him or I will scream’”
“C-cool… that you have a word for the- that” Mirage joked without a hint of levity in his tone. He was almost grunting at the motion he had started. “In English all we have is ‘god, you piss me off so much I need to fuck you’” he tossed his head to the side, “Ain’t language a blast?”
Mirage took his hands off of Crypto’s thin hips and instead gripped his face. He brought their lips together with a hunger that Crypto found dizzying. Fuck. Why was he such a good kisser? He tried to match the intensity, but he just wasn’t as practiced, apparently.
“Is this okay?”
“I need you to stop asking that.”
“Too bad.” Mirage took over his tongue, “We both know this is a bad idea. But I need to know we’re both on board the SS Fuck It.”
“Yes. We’re doing this.” The growl in his chest spilled out with those words. “Fuck me, and never ever speak about this again.” He humped against the length under him, teasing a sing-songy moan from the trickster.
“Let me get some stuff then.” Mirage easily flipped Crypto onto his back, which did something to his already butterfly filled stomach.
“What stuff?” Crypto watched him walk over to the bag he’d brought, searching through the toiletries.
“Lube, genius.”
“You have that with you at all times?” He raised an eyebrow almost laughing.
“Dude. We’re supposed to be on a press tour. Don’t tell me you don’t expect some thirsty fans.”
Crypto’s silence was telling. It was his first time on a tour like this. He had barely thought about any activities outside of having cameras shoved in his face as reporters asked the same 3 questions over and over.
“Wow! You really need to get some, Crypto.”
“What do you think I’m doing right now?” He huffed out, red and embarrassed.
“Speaking of which.” Mirage sauntered back to the bed, kneeling between Crypto’s legs. The little puffed packet in his hand was swiftly torn and shiny liquid coated his fingers. Had they always been that thick? He gulped, spreading his legs farther. Mirage smiled smug and wide. “Wow.” He didn’t bother to undress him, just slipped his hand up the leg of his loose shorts. He slicked Crypto’s hole in a fluid motion, stopping just before entering- fingertip perched juuust so. “Say please.”
Crypto scowled, hatefully looking at Mirage. Instead of giving in, he reached down and forced Mirages hand up while grinding his hips down. He felt the digit enter himself and he gasped out gratefully.
“Holy shit, Cryppy. Didn’t expect that.” Mirage dropped the smug act, now genuinely enjoying how hot he found that.
“Don’t test me. Just f-” Crypto found that words simply dropped out of his head when Mirage began fingering him in earnest. He was right about those thick fingers- they were trouble. He felt the second one enter just as he went to ask for it, causing him to squeal. Mirage had looked so focused on filling him over and over, it was best not to look at his determined face. His knit brows and dark eyes caused a rugged, sexy shadow to fall across his features- Crypto looked away to bite his fist.
That’s when he felt his cock being pulled through the slit of his boxers. And a second later a hot mouth around it.
“Oh Elliott fff-“ he frantically gripped the bedsheet under them, head pitched to watch the man hard at work. He saw a slight smile appear on the edges of Mirage’s lips, which had made their way to the base of his cock. A few swallowing sensations later and Mirage pulled off.
“So now I’m ‘Elliott’?” He teased, voice slightly more hoarse than before.
“Yes.” Oh no, not that smile. A third finger slid into him and he involuntarily clenched his eyes shut.
“Do you have a name?” He focused on scissoring Crypto’s hole with one hand, and shallowly pumping just the base of his cock.
“Yes” he answered breathily
“Wanna tell me?”
“No. Call me Hyeon”
“Not the hottest fake name I’ve heard.” He badgered, “...but let’s face it- I can make anything sound hot.” He wrapped his lips around Crypto again, and gave a deep groan taking him to the back of his mouth.
“I think I’m ready.” Crypto groaned out, hands flying to Mirage’s hair, “Come on.”
“Alrighty.” He popped back up. “then strip.”
They both fumbled out of their underclothes, Mirage took a second to slick himself in a hearty pump. He patted the bed and found a small package, ripping it open with his teeth. He rolled the condom on, and added more lube.
“You said you wanted to ride me, yeah?” Mirage asked, husky voiced and breathing heavy.
“ Yes ” Crypto whispered. Mirage was already on his way to settle in place, back firmly against the wall. His smile was bright and happy, Crypto found it hard to look at for too long - or rather... hard to tear his eyes away.
He crawled on top of the man's lap and perched above.
“Take your time. Let me know if I’m hurting you, Hyeon.” He said, seriously. Crypto could only nod. He turned his attention to sinking down his hips. What little prep that hadn’t been taken care of earlier was now be a beautiful ache inside himself. He took a few tries, lowering himself and raising back up, slicking the length as he went. Finally he settled his hips all the way down, hip to unchaste hip with Mirage. He fluttered his eyes open and saw the man below him biting at his lip, hands tangled in the sheets below him.
Crypto rolled his eyes, pulling hands to place gently on the crests of his hips. “Feel me. Move me.” He whispered.
Mirage didn’t hesitate to slide a hand up and down his slender back; the other gripping his ass. Granting new motion easily. He humped up and spilled praises easily. It was natural for him to talk and talk, and while typically Crypto couldn't give a rats ass what he was saying- right now he clung to every word.
It felt like he had been being fucked forever- if his legs were telling the story, but inside he could have begged for longer. Mirage had pulled him close, chest to chest, kissing and licking the synthetic skin on Crypto’s neck. He felt Mirage’s nails on his back, dragging marks anywhere they pleased. And soon, the trickster began to moan too loudly, thrust too pointedly, and breathe too shallow.
“You’re close. Go ahead, fuck me, fill me up” Crypto said, his voice was even and calm. It made Mirage gasp and a few sinful words later, he came hard.
He reached up to desperately connect his mouth to Crypto’s- kissing with a passion that seemed too soft for their usually harsh rapport. Crypto went along with it, cursing the flips his stomach did.
He felt himself getting closer and closer, clenching around the thickness he’d been sitting on for far too long. He hitched his hips and a piece of reality crashed into his mind. “I’m going to- ssibal - I need you to swallow. Please. Please!”
“Yes, baby, fuck my face then-“ he nodded, drained of energy. Crypto pulled off of the mans spent cock, and rocketed up directly into Mirage’s open mouth. He slid past his lips and tongue easily, throbbing head pushing against the back of his throat. He had nothing left in him to resist, and came hugging Mirages head to his hips, and holding back a cry.
“Thank you,” he said oddly politely, “Don’t like leaving DNA behind.” He didn’t know why he was offering that information but he could always blame it on that being his first orgasm in too many months.
The tears dotting Mirages eyes sparkled when he laughed at that confession. “It’s okay Hyeon, no need for a thank you, dork. Not my first rodeo, you know.”
“I… yeah. I could… tell.” He took a moment to breathe all the air he had missed from earlier.
“Not like I’m a slut or anything. I mean you were lucky to get with me.” Mirages false confidence returned with a tired edge to it.
Crypto chuckled a small amount at the concept of ‘lucky’ to be just so funny. Soon he was covering his mouth as his shoulders shook. Mirage took that to heart, “What are you laughing at?”
“That was easily the stupidest thing I have ever done.” He continued laughing, now finding everything about the situation simply hilarious.
It was obvious that Mirage wanted to be offended but he began laughing too. “God I guess me too.” They laughed through the motions of cleaning up.
Eventually they settled back in the bed. Suddenly not being so opposed to leaning a shoulder against a chest, or a leg flopped over another.
Crypto felt himself drifting to sleep with Mirage's heartbeat thundering through his ribs. Which was good, because his heart was stopped with the repeating refrain of: What did I just do?