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terms & conditioning
(cross-posted from this tweet)
Getting in the shower together is probably not the smartest move.
They can barely keep their hands to themselves as it is, both of them still riding the high that comes with a new relationship with amazing sexual chemistry... but they need to get cleaned up before heading to vampires' flat so Anton suggests showering together to save time.
Things escalate, of course, when Viago offers to wash him, his hand dragging the sponge teasingly over Anton's shoulders, his nipples, his cock—and of course Anton growls and pins Viago to the shower wall, kisses him filthily under the spray of hot water and ruts against him until they're both hard and panting.
Viago makes the sweetest sounds; eager little moans and hungry gasps and Anton chases them with his lips, desperate to taste them all and draw more forth, licking into Viago's mouth to run his tongue over a sensitive fang, and Viago shudders in his arms.
"Gonna fuck you like this," Anton tells him when he breaks for air, the words murmured against Viago's mouth. He nudges Viago's legs apart, slotting himself between his thighs, rolling their hips together in small, tight movements. "That okay?"
"Please," Viago whimpers. His head is thrown back against the shower wall, the perfect angle for droplets of water to land on his skin and run down his neck. Viago's fingers grapple for purchase on Anton's shoulders when he leans in to lick them up. "I might need some—ah," he gasps when Anton nips teasingly at his jaw, "some preparation, first."
Viago had enthusiastically ridden him not too long ago, right after Anton had gotten comfortable between his legs and sucked him down deep while he fingered him open almost tortuously slow. He should still be good, but a little extra prep never hurt anyone.
There isn't any lube in the shower, though, so Anton grabs the next best thing.
"Conditioner okay?" he asks, already popping the cap off.
Viago nods anyway.
Anton gets a generous amount on his fingers and drops the bottle to the ground. Viago hitches a leg up around his waist and Anton catches it under the knee with his other hand, and his slicked-up fingers dip between their bodies, bypassing both their cocks and disappearing between Viago's legs.
It's not a great angle, but Viago moans anyway when two fingers breach him at once, sliding inside easily and it's not long before he's working himself back onto Anton's fingers, writhing and twisting his hips and then he's gasping for more.
"Okay okay, I'm ready," he says impatiently, and Anton removes his fingers, slicks himself with the remaining conditioner on his fingers and he starts to line up.
Viago has to tilt his hips a little bit more at this angle, and he eventually ends up winding both legs around Anton's waist, which Anton is 100% on board with.
It's easy to thrust up into him at this angle, and Anton doesn't waste any time in doing just that. He slams inside, revelling in the way Viago squeaks in surprise, and with one hand supporting his lower back and the other gripping under a thigh, Anton begins to fuck him.
"O-oh , yes," Viago whines, eyelashes fluttering. He moves as best as he can, rolling his hips to meet each thrust, his legs squeezing Anton's waist to pull them closer together. "You're going to make—ah! Shit—make me come like this."
"Good," Anton growls. He leans in to mouth a messy kiss against Viago's cheek, panting against his wet skin.
Anton doesn't think he's ever fucked someone in a shower before, not like this. Blowjobs, sure, maybe a bit of fingering but never cock-deep in someone's ass and trying to push them through the wall.
He can't remember the last time he was this horny, either, like something was unlocked inside him the moment Viago pressed a sweet, tentative kiss to the corner of his mouth. Now Anton always wants to kiss him, or touch him, or pull those wanton little moans from his throat.
Viago looks half-gone already, still sensitive from taking Anton earlier judging by the way he shivers and twitches in Anton's arms, but he doesn't shy away from it, his legs trying to pull Anton deeper with each thrust.
"Hang on," Anton gasps, readjusting his grip until he's got Viago's ass in his hands, and he hitches Viago a little higher up the wall, presses him bodily against it as he spreads his ass cheeks wider and thrusts in, deep.
"Fuck!" Viago's arms wrap around Anton's shoulders and he's clinging to him like a limpet now, tight and needy while the shower continues to rain down upon them.
"That's it," Anton says, using his new leverage to work Viago onto his cock as he pushes up, and Viago whimpers, helpless to do anything but let Anton take him like this. He thrusts in again, groaning as Viago's fingernails dig into his shoulders. "There you go, baby. Does that feel good?"
"Hnng," Viago moans, trying to rock back against Anton's cock for more, so Anton grinds up, still buried deep inside and Viago arches his back, his mouth opening on a silent gasp.
"Right there?"
"Yes," Viago breathes, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown dark. "Please."
Anton curses, molten pleasure pooling in his gut. "Love it when you ask nicely," he says, and, mindful of the time limit they're on, he does his best to make Viago come in record time.
It probably helps that Viago is still so sensitive from earlier. Every drag of Anton's cock has him writhing and moaning, his hands travelling from Anton's shoulders to his back until they finally settle in Anton's hair, his long fingers winding through wet locks and grasping them firmly.
He lets Viago drag their mouths together, the kiss barely more than a hot, wet press of lips, Anton panting against him as he tries to focus on keeping the angle that brings Viago the most pleasure. He uses the grip he has on Viago’s ass to rock him down onto every thrust, and Viago whines in approval.
It's intoxicating having Viago like this; he's a vision on a normal day, but there's always something devastating about seeing him in the throes of passion, so eager and indulgent in taking and receiving pleasure, like he was made for it.
Anton can't get enough of him.
He mouths his way across Viago's jaw until he reaches his ear, and he can't resist nipping at the lobe before murmuring, "Want you to touch yourself for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?"
One of Viago's hands is already untangling from Anton's hair to take himself in hand, a relieved groan falling from his lips, and he starts to stroke in time with Anton's thrusts. "Is this alright, mein Liebling?"
"Yeah," Anton pants. He can feel his balls tightening, the heat in his gut boiling hotter as he watches Viago's hand moving over his cock. "Yeah, it's perfect."
It doesn't take long for Viago to work himself to the edge. His thighs tremble where they're gripping Anton's waist, and he rocks between his fist and Anton's cock almost feverishly, hitching little gasps leaving his throat as the sensations build.
Anton isn't going to be too far behind him, but he wants to see Viago come first, watch him shoot over his hand and paint his own chest before it gets washed away by the shower. He picks up speed, still rocking Viago down onto his cock with each thrust, pleased when Viago increases the speed of his strokes to keep pace, and a pleasure-filled little ah! leaves him, his scent suddenly spiking, hot and heady, amplified by the steam gathering around them.
"Anton," Viago says, voice high and reedy as he bucks, caught between Anton's body and the shower wall.
"Yeah, I got you," Anton says. "I'm gonna watch you come, wanna see you spill your pretty cock between us, and then I'm gonna fill you up, okay?"
"Yes," Viago hisses, and he tilts his head back against the wall eyes closing as he moves his fist faster.
"That's it," Anton encourages, panting hard now. "Come for me, baby."
He doesn't think he'll ever get used to how receptive Viago is to being told when to come. Viago's eyes fly open and his back arches off the wall as he cries out, hips jerking as he shoots over his fist, painting both his own chest and Anton's stomach briefly before the water starts to wash it away.
Anton fucks him through it, almost tipping over the edge as Viago clenches around him, but he's got another idea in mind for his own release.
Viago must be thinking along the same lines; he gives Anton a dopey, sated grin once he's stopped trembling and then he's unwinding his legs where he'd hooked his ankles around Anton's back,and Anton steadies him as he finds his footing on the shower floor.
"Come on, then," Viago says, turning and bracing his hands on the wall. He throws a look back over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. "You promised to fill me up, Mr. Alpha."
Anton surges forward with a growl, feeling a little feral as he easily pushes back inside Viago. He doesn't know how the vampire isn't dying from how oversensitive he must be, but Viago doesn't seem to care, already pushing back meet his thrusts, taking him in greedily.
"You're insatiable," Anton pants as he presses along Viago's back. He's noses at the base of Viago's neck, breathing in his scent mixed with Anton's and the sparse shower gel that they had managed to use before getting distracted, and he can't resist nipping the skin there, only encouraged when Viago moans.
"Yes," he breathes, tilting his head forward to give Anton better access, "oh yes, please—bite me."
Anton doesn't need to be told twice.
He bites down--just with his human teeth, he doesn't want to accidentally claim Viago without his permission, but the wolf inside still howls regardless, and Anton snarls possessively as white-hot arousal courses through him and he thrusts two, three more times before burying his cock deep inside as he comes.
Viago whimpers as he gets filled, going almost limp and prompting a pleased rumble to leave Anton that is all wolf. His teeth remain clamped on Viago's neck until his hips stop twitching, and he almost doesn't want to move, wants to keep Viago filled with his seed for a while longer.
They really can't linger any longer though, no doubt now running late for meeting their friends.
Anton gently lets go of Viago's neck and presses soothing kisses against the bite, running his tongue over the indents his teeth have made and tries not to imagine an actual mating bite there instead; mostly because it's way too early to be thinking about that, but also if he pictures it too much he's going to get hard again.
He carefully pulls out and Viago whines, trembling even after he slips free. Anton gathers him close from behind.
"You okay?" he asks, nuzzling against his shoulder. The water is starting to get cooler, so they really need to hurry before the shower turns unpleasant, but he's a sucker for a bit of post-sex cuddling.
Viago turns in his arms and buries his face against Anton's neck, his arms winding around Anton's waist.
"I am very much okay," Viago says. His sighs happily into Anton's neck. "I love it when you get all wolf-y on me."
"Yeah? It's not too much?"
"It is perfect," Viago assures him. "It is a shame we cannot keep going." He nips at Anton's shoulders, his fangs dragging teasingly along his skin.
"Nope!" Anton gently nudges Viago a step back, even as his cock twitches in interest. Viago giggles as he's ushered away. "Seriously, we gotta move or everyone's gonna be pissed. C'mon, get cleaned."
Viago sighs in a very put-upon way but he reaches for the shower gel and uncaps it anyway.
Anton is searching for his shampoo when his foot hits something on the floor, and he looks down to see the bottle of conditioner he'd dropped earlier.
He bends down to grab it, and he's about to set it back in the caddy when he freezes.
His conditioner is already sitting in the caddy. He can tell because it has a dark blue cap on it. The conditioner in his hand has a black cap, which means...
"Oh, fuck."
"What is it?" Viago asks. He's currently washing his chest, which would be distracting at any other time, but right now Anton's brain is entering panic mode.
"This isn't my conditioner."
Viago blinks at him.
"I picked up the wrong one, I didn't realise—" he can smell it, now that his senses aren't so zeroed in on Viago; it's a subtle but noticeable difference in the scents, and it's currently inside Viago.
Viago's eyes go wide. "What?" he shrieks, horrified. "Who's is it?"
"...Clifton's."
Viago curses. "This is not good! What am I going to do?"
Not much, Anton thinks, not seeing any easy way of ridding Viago of the scent. He says, "Look, I'm sure it'll be fine. He probably won't even notice."
Clifton does, in fact, notice.
It's so unbelievably embarrassing that Anton doesn't even protest when Viago states he won't be back to the wolf's den until the scent is gone.
Which—yeah. Fair enough.