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Cub knew exactly what was about to happen from the moment he opened the front door. It wasn’t like he expected anything different, it was almost a routine at this point, but the surprise was in the fact Scar was still wearing his HotGuy suit, lounging on the couch of their shared penthouse with a mischievous smirk planted on his face.
He couldn’t help but feel his cheeks heat up, a common effect that Scar’s hero suit had on him. It always got his thoughts racing in all sorts of different ways. Unusual ways. He hated it. He loved it.
“Well that is uh… that’s a surprise” –Scar’s green eyes glistened in the warm yellow light, sending a thrill down his spine.
“I know you like it, so I thought I’d indulge you tonight. Since, y’know, it’s my free day tomorrow and you don’t have work on Sundays” –The brunet got up from his spot, walking slowly towards him. His legs looked so good in those pants and his abs were completely noticeable through the tight shirt. It was truly a sight to behold.
“You really didn’t have to, Scar… but-” –he was cut off by rough lips on his and tough hands on his waist. He melted into the kiss almost immediately, taking a fistful of Scar’s chocolate brown hair while the other hand cupped his scarred cheek. He’d never get tired of his husband’s hungry kisses.
They moved slowly backwards into the half-wall dividing the kitchen and the living room, and he wrapped his legs around Scar’s waist when he was picked up by the thighs. His husband’s hands felt like fire on his skin, prickly with desperation.
Cub and Scar were not a lovey dovey couple. People would even describe them as cold with each other, barely talking and even spending days in their respective work spaces. They didn’t need each other, at least in the eyes of everyone else. Truth was, they were just incredibly intimate. Cub’s loving smiles, warm embraces and syrupy kisses were reserved exclusively for the privacy of their home, hands always touching, always warm.
Scar whispered love into his ear, caressing up his sides and drawing sighs from the back of his throat while the black haired man pressed feather light and breathy kisses on his wet locks. If the room wasn’t so hot and their bodies weren’t pressed together, it would’ve just seemed like a cuddle session. Instead, Scar pressed his hips to his husband’s, and a soft groan pierced the thick silence like a pin on paper. Consent was asked, the answer was a chuckle and a yes.
The brunet’s kisses went from his earlobe down the side of his jaw and onto his neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive spots while their hips moved in sync. A need to be closer, to touch more, to feel each other completely.
It was Scar’s free day tomorrow. They had all night.
The wetness on his neck slowly dragged down into his slightly opened dress shirt, his coat already somewhere on the couch. His hands traveled from Scar’s neck down his chest, groping mindlessly at the muscle. He felt a chuckle against his clavicle, and he couldn’t help but mirror it. His husband’s lips went back to his own and he all but melted into them, a bubbly feeling in his stomach. It was perfect. It always was.
He felt Scar’s hands fumble open his shirt and soon his entire top was exposed, hissing when cold air came into contact with naked skin. The brunet took a moment to look at him, and his eyes stared with such adoration he felt a pang of pain on his heart and butterflies in his stomach. He was loved, and it crushed him to pieces.
He let his fingers wander aimlessly across his husband's body, exploring what was already known and exposing what he'd already seen a thousand times, each more comforting than the last.
The tent in his trousers did nothing to help his rapidly rising desperation, neither did the low chuckle against his ear, dangerously pointed teeth softly nibbling on the pierced lobe and sending shivers down his spine.
His hips moved, seeking friction against the other's and a moan slipped out when he found it, Scar's erection bigger than his own. He nearly whined again when he imagined what it'd feel like inside him, the memory of nights past getting the best of him.
"Someone's needy" —he heard in a half-whisper-half-groan that made him tremble and grip the shoulder he was apparently holding on to.
"Glad you're self-conscious, pretty" —another chuckle that rang through his ear and right to his crotch, every touch enough to make him putty in Scar's hands.
He held onto his husband tightly, pulling him closer by the hips and rutting against him while he was all but devoured in kisses, desperate little sounds escaping his lips that he didn't care containing. It was just the two of them, and this was all about him being self-indulgent anyway. What's with being a little more selfish?
The brunet, on the other hand, seemed to love every bit of it, if the hums and whines in his neck were anything to go by. They were. Big hands groped and rubbed at his inner thighs and he could feel his husband's abs against his stomach. It made him dizzy, pleasure now constant and settling deep in his belly.
"Scar… bed.." —he managed between desperate sighs, biting his husband's ear lightly just to do something.
"Don't you want me to fuck you here, beautiful?" —he groaned at the roll of hips that came along with the praise, and for a moment he was genuinely considering it. Then he remembered the windows didn't have any curtains and suddenly he was incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of anyone being able to see him naked. Scar seemed to sense it though, for he started kissing up from his collarbone to the corner of his lips.— "It's okay pretty, we don't have to. Let's get to bed, hm?"
He wrapped his limbs around him tighter, helping Scar hold him up and distributing the weight. Cub felt lips on his ear as he was carried to their bedroom, kissing and biting and sucking at it, almost worshiping. He slowly relaxed into his husband's arms, keeping his hands firm on his back and his nose nestled in the curve where his neck met his shoulder.
He opened his eyes when he was carefully set down onto the floor, his weak knees buckling at the sudden need to support his body. He knew Scar couldn't hold him forever, but that sure as well didn't stop him from wishing he could.
He went back to kissing his husband, still desperate but now much slower as he tried blindly to get him completely out of that uniform. He chuckled slightly when the brunet tried the same thing and soon enough they were both down to their underwear, clothes lying in a pile on the corner of their room.
Cub took a second to admire his husband's beauty. His marked muscles, scarred skin, shining green eyes and that smirk that could make him do anything he wanted. He was irresistible, and he still wondered how that absolute God of a man fell for him in the first place.
"Your mind's running again baby, let's change that hm?" —the whisper in his ear shook him out of his subconscious, grounding him in the way only Scar could manage. He felt safe in his arms, and that was all that mattered.
"Yeah, sorry. You're too beautiful. It's distracting" —a kiss to his neck sent a shiver down his spine and a low chuckle came soon after, followed by bites to his shoulder.
His arousal hit him like a truck, suddenly remembering the situation they were in. It helped his self-esteem that Scar was always so eager to get him naked, always so attentive to his needs and always adoring him. It was evident a mile away how attracted they were to each other, and the fact the wasn't the simp of the relationship was both wild and incredibly funny to him. He should be the one trying to undress Scar at every possible moment, yet it always seemed to be the other way around.
"You're thinking again sweetie. Is everything okay?" —he felt guilty all of a sudden, even though he knew Scar could never be mad at him.
"Yeah, just distracted. I'm so-"
"Nope. I know you didn't just try to apologize to me. Unbelievable. Do you want to continue? We don't have to. You know this." —he sighed, burrowing his face in his chest. It felt warm, comfortable, and his erection was fucking painful and Scar was right there .
"Yeah, I do. Fuck, I really do just… Can you just… hold me for a minute? I need it" —arms quickly wrapped around him, caring kisses on his forehead and body heat radiating in through his skin, warming his soul. Comfort. Safety.— "God I love you, so much"
"I love you too Cubby. I love you so fucking much." —a whine escaped his throat and he only burrowed closer, warmth seeping into his body in a constant flow. He was ready now.
"Okay, I'm good now, please just get inside me or I swear-" —Scar's laugh shook his chest and put a smile on his face.
They slowly started making their way backwards into their bed. It wasn't big, they liked the closeness when they slept. The cramped space felt like home.
He started laying down on the bed when Scar picked him up and in one swift motion had him sitting on his lap, right on his crotch. He let out a soft grunt when he felt it grinding against his ass and Void it was amazing.
"Scar-"
"Yeah?"
"Lube"
"Oh- yeah. On it." —he chuckled as Scar took the bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet, putting some on his fingers. Cub lifted himself upwards to remove his underwear, and his husband's small gasp of adoration went straight to his gut, heart wrenching and whole.— "You're so beautiful, holy shit."
"You're one to talk, you gorgeous, gorgeous man" —he carded his fingers through Scar's long wet hair, cupping his cheek and kissing him softly, tenderly.
A cold digit pressed against his hole and he relaxed onto the brunet's lips, cradling his face as he pressed into him slowly, carefully. The familiar drag against his walls made him groan with each movement and Scar's feather-light kisses made everything so much softer, much more intimate.
Soon the finger stretching him open turned into two, and he couldn't help but rock his hips into them just to feel them deeper, tips barely brushing the bundle of nerves that he knew could make him scream, whines spilling out of his parted lips. He felt so full yet not full enough, desperate and needy and so ready.
Scar picked up on his eagerness, and in all Scar fashion just moved slower instead of giving him what he wanted, actively teasing.
"Scar please- please baby, please-"
"Please what, darling?" —his voice was rough and sent a shiver down his spine, but two could play this game. He took one of his hands off his cheek and down to his throat, pressing the sides of his neck with his fingers.
"You know exactly what." —Scar's small gasp turned into a grunt, that charming smile climbing back on his face. He licked his lips, hands still.
"Well played"
"Not my first rodeo"
"Oh, I know" —he didn't give him time to respond as his fingers dug in deeper, finally hitting the spot he so desperately needed and getting a moan out of him, head thrown back. He loosened his grip on Scar's neck, yet kept his hand there. Just for the sake of it.— "Alright, I think you're ready."
He whined as the hero pulled his fingers out, chasing them as well as he could then groaning when Scar held his hips up.
"Not fair"
"I never am" —it was an undeniable truth that he couldn't argue with. Scar was anything but fair, even in his job. He played dirty, he liked playing dirty, which was why they got together in the first place. Neither of them were fair.
He held himself up as Scar lined the tip of his cock to his ass, his hands trembling slightly. And when he finally pushed in he sank onto it just to speed up the process. It hurt so good, the burn of his big and rough outline dragging against him and spreading him open felt incredible, and judging by his husband's chuckle he wasn't particularly quiet about it either. Not like he cared.
"You good, pretty?" —Scar's voice sounded breathy and rough, and he knew just by his face he was just as turned on as him. Enjoying it just as much as he was.
"Fantastic, actually. You?" —he rolled his hips softly, earning a soft moan from his husband.
"God, I'm excellent. Keep moving." —his own chuckle was broken when he finally started moving, lifting all the way up then sinking all the way back down. It was slow but deep, and the harsh movements punched the air out of his lungs in just the right way, the feeling of Scar rubbing against him sending electric charges straight to his cock.
He wasn’t sure when exactly he started speeding up, nor when his husband grabbed his hips and started moving on his own, but soon he was a writhing, moaning mess. Completely undone in his husband’s lap and desperately moving for any and all kinds of delicious friction. He had his hands on Scar’s shoulders, limbs trembling with strain and muscles getting worn, whining as he started slowing down not by his own volition. He was so close but so tired.
“Hey, Cub. Earth to Cub. Ya there?” —he nodded, crying out when all movement was stopped, kisses and licks quickly delivered on his sensitive and used shoulders.— “Hey, there you are.. are you getting tired, pretty? Want me to flip us over and finish it off? Fuck you senseless until you cum untouched? Hm?” —he nodded again, only able to whine and squirm slightly at the uncomfortable position.— “There we go, relax beautiful…”
He breathed deeply as he was picked up again then softly tossed against the mattress, choosing to ignore the momentary emptiness as Scar pulled out to change positions. Now, laying down with his legs spread and wrapped around Scar’s waist, he felt vulnerable in a way he only ever did with Scar. Bare and weak yet so safe and oh, so loved.
His eyes fell wide open as Scar entered again in one thrust, hitting his prostate and making his toes curl. The pressure was perfect, his husband’s dick hitting all the right spots. He was probably so loud. He didn’t care.
He forced his eyes closed and enjoyed the moment while it lasted, kissing and biting at whatever he could reach and not bothering to hold anything back, the rocking of their bodies together enough to make him see stars through his fluttering eyelashes. The groans and moans on his ear only made him shudder against the body pressed flush against his own, inching closer and closer to his orgasm with each snap of Scar's hips. It was perfect, so perfect.
He didn't even hear Scar's warning, he just felt his insides filled with liquid heat and let it all out, no need to even force it and making a mess of their stomachs as they rode out their high together.
They lay there, holding each other tightly, exchanging loving kisses without saying a word for what felt like hours, slowly regaining control over their own fucked out minds.
Cub came back first, deciding to stay there and run his fingertips over the back of his husband's neck. It seemed to ground him enough, for he soon started pulling out with a groan as he kissed his shoulders.
"Heyo" —Scar's smile mirrored his own, still placing soft and loving kisses all over his upper half. From his eyelashes to his chest.
"Well hello there, handsome" —he pushed himself forward to press their lips together, kissing long and slow, tongues pushing against each other and arms tangled in a warm embrace.
The kiss went on for a couple of quiet minutes, both of them breathing through their nose just so they didn't have to break it off. Cub's hands once again cupped his husband's cheeks, who happily held his waist and caressed his sides, chests flush against each other and legs tangled, pushing against the mattress.
"I love you" —Scar whispered on his lips.
"I love you too" —he whispered back.
The next morning he woke up surrounded by big and warm, the shifting weight between his legs a testament to Scar’s inability to keep Jellie off their bed, much less sleep without her. He didn’t mind though, carefully inching forward and snuggling up his husband’s chest. He was so warm, and he felt so nice pressed against him. Memories came back, putting a soft smile to his face, and he moved his hand up to cup Scar’s cheek. The brunet’s chest rose and fell as he chuckled, indicating his awoken state.
“Well, hello there”
“Mornin’, love you” —he felt soft lips against his forehead and fingers run through the back of his moist hair, making him instantly melt and close his eyes again.
"Gosh, I love you too, you beautiful man. You're so cuddly in the morning! A man can't take so much cuteness! You'll be the death of me, truly. And my autopsy will say 'cause of death: adorable husband'. Mhm." —he let the man ramble, ignoring the fluttering of his chest when he called him cute. They've been married for a decade, for fuck's sake. He should be over this by now!
When Scar stopped by talking, he filled the silence with loving kisses, peppering them all over the man's neck and earning a relaxed sigh from him.
"By the way, Cub. Grian asked if we could go out for coffee next week with him and Mumbo, after the podcast interview. I mean, they invited me but I want you to come with me in case anyone decides I'm too hot for you, which is not true by the way, and decides to-" —that's enough. Cub cut him off with a bite to his shoulder and a kiss on his cheek.
"Yes, Scar. I'll go on that double date with you." —they kissed on the lips for the first time that day, minds turning to mush as they pressed their bodies together. It was the perfect lazy morning, after the perfect night.
And if Scar ended up getting railed against the shower wall like twenty minutes later, that's none of anyone's business.