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A lot of things could happen very quickly in a very short time, especially in a place as fucked and chaotic as Night City. Kerry had experienced that firsthand plenty of times. Enough times, he had thought, to be fully unsurprised by anything that happened to him.
He was barely even surprised when Johnny had shown up again, in the borrowed body of some merc. Confused and irritated, sure, but not surprised at all. He was unfazed by the merc's attitude when he had woken up; or when he had wandered into Kerry's room to say something and wheezed at the suggestive joke that Kerry had made. When V had flushed and high-tailed it out of the villa, Kerry had just laughed loudly behind him, because that was exactly what he expected him to do.
What he hadn't expected, was getting jittery after he hired the guy for a job a few days later. Or the sharp jolt that ran down his spine when V's black chrome fingers rested against his shoulder, with V's weight leaning on him. Getting nervous at a diner later and leaving in a rush. Trying to play it off after and V calling him out on it immediately, making him even more anxious.
Even stronger than a jolt of surprise, was his heart nearly stopping in shock when V's hand pulled his face down to V's level, and V's lips meeting his. Every single move V made from that point on kept Kerry absolutely reeling and trying to process exactly what the fuck this man was. Every text from V had his breath stuttering and his heart skipping, and V didn't even seem to care that Kerry was texting him at random for incredibly dull reasons.
He was a mercenary, god dammit, he wasn't supposed to be so... So friendly and soft. Or funny. Or cute. Or any of the things he was. It drove Kerry crazy. The way he had leaned towards him on the boat, eyes focused on him while he poured his whole soul out and tried to focus on talking and playing at the same time and not how V's lips had felt up on the balcony, or how nice his hands had felt on his face, or how they would feel somewhere else.
Kerry had forced himself to focus on anything and everything but V's hands and arms and mouth and face-- until V was doing it again, taking him by surprise and kissing the breath right out of him for a second time. And Kerry had responded before he could even think about it, wiping the smug smirk right off of V's face by shoving him back against the wall and kissing him back as hard as he could.
Things had escalated sharply from there, which was admittedly completely expected. V, however, watching him set their surroundings on fire and then giving him the dirtiest look while Kerry wrapped a hand around his throat, was less expected. Kerry was fully lost in his own amazement the entire time, even still when V had followed him to shore, giggling and flopping onto the ground next to him.
Kerry hadn't planned to keep anything up beyond that. He was pretty sure V hadn't, either. It had just slipped out when Kerry joked about a round two. But V answered him seriously and sincerely, and then followed him right to his car when Kerry took his hand.
His brain still hadn't caught up yet, even through the car ride to his house, where he murmured things that made sex on a flaming boat sound tender and V just nodded and hummed, watching him closely with caramel-colored eyes and leaning into his side. Of course, he wasn't out of his mind enough to drag him back to his house and fuck his brains out a second time without some kind of discussion on the shit he was into. It had been a fucking miracle that everything Kerry had done on the yacht happened to be something V was very positive about.
"What do you wanna do?" Kerry asked once the door shut, chucking his car key somewhere to be searched for later. Probably with a hangover.
"Whatever you want," V chuckled as Kerry slid his hands around his waist, already yanking his damp tank top back off.
"V, c'mon, that's too broad," he huffed, biting at V's neck. "Cuz I wanna fuckin' destroy you. Like, not even a joke. I wanna make you fuckin' cry."
"Uh-huh," V giggled, lifting his arms up so Kerry could get his shirt all the way off. "That's exactly what I want."
Kerry's brain took a minute to reboot from the look those sparkly eyes were giving him, dark makeup still smudged and smeared from saltwater and Kerry's rough fingers. The look only got filthier after Kerry snatched the back of his neck and kissed him, biting his lip harshly before pulling back.
"Oh, you're so fucked," Kerry chuckled, the sound turning into a low groan when V giggled and shifted, sliding his knee in between Kerry's legs. He was pretty sure he had drowned at sea and was hallucinating god's perfect twunk. "Fuckin' Christ."
He was still reeling in amazement even now; with those same eyes, hazy and damp, staring up at him while his hand pressed a tanned face against his mattress, thumb digging in probably hard enough to bruise a freckled, chrome-threaded cheek. That only seemed to make V more aroused, his mouth falling open and letting out a quiet, throaty sound that Kerry had missed earlier, drowned out by the sound of loud music and fire. Now, though, he could hear every little breath and moan falling out of him, and they were all perfect.
"Fuuuck," Kerry breathed, watching V's whole body arch when he thrust forward, burying himself to his hips. He slowly drew out and repeated the motion, with V twitching underneath him and rasping out a breathy moan. "God. So fuckin' pretty like this. Y'know that?"
V let out a shaky whine in response, then a louder one when Kerry's hand moved to yank his head back by the top of his hair. His hips rolled backwards, meeting Kerry's movements and making pure pleasure shoot up his spine every time he fully connected. He wrestled his thoughts out of the fog when V's pace started to stutter and become less controlled, with V's hands gripping the sheets underneath him tightly.
"Uh-uh," Kerry huffed, slowing himself to a near-stop and leaning forward over V's back, squeezing one of his thighs tightly and stroking his hair while he choked out a sob from the lack of stimulation and yet another robbed orgasm. "Not yet, y'don't. Not done with you."
V panted out stuttering, whiny moans and Kerry moved a hand to his throat, catching his breath while he watched the merc twitch and tremble underneath him, none of his menacing lethality anywhere to be seen. Kerry squeezed, shivering at the sounds as they rose in pitch before choking off.
Kerry finally started to move agonizingly slow, delighting in the increasingly frustrated groans that were coming out of V's throat. He held his jaw tightly, smirking and swiping a thumb over the black makeup that was now running from the corners of his eyes.
"Fuckin' preem," Kerry murmured, sliding fully into him before pulling nearly all the way out. V let out a loud, desperate sound and shook, fists clenching tightly. "Fuck, look at you."
"F-fuuck," V whined, trying to move himself on Kerry's dick. Kerry held him still and laid a harsh bite into his shoulder, next to an earlier mark. "A--ahh-- P-please--" Kerry let go of him, raking his nails down his back when he sagged against the mattress.
"Mm, say it again," Kerry hummed, sinking himself inside of V slowly and watching him writhe and gasp. "Just like that."
"P-pl-ah-- fuck--" V gasped loudly when Kerry twitched inside of him, nearly collapsing underneath him. "Fuck, Kerry, please--"
"That's good," Kerry breathed, rolling his hips more rhythmically and chuckling when V moaned in response to the praise. "So fuckin' good for me, huh?"
"U-uh-huh," V stuttered, nodding weakly against the wrinkled sheets. His teary eyes were nearly fully glassed over, and Kerry was pretty sure he could send him completely out of his mind if he kept it up. There wasn't any time for dirty talk when he was trying to get off before he blew them both up, but V seemed to be more than eager to let him make up for it in full, now.
"Mhmm, up you go, all the way," he murmured, pulling him upwards with an arm around his waist. He roamed a hand over his chest and nipped at his ear when he managed to steady himself back up on his arms. "Goood boy."
V let out a strained wheeze and shivered, clenching around Kerry's length as he shook. Kerry chuckled and moved both hands to his hips, squeezing hard enough to leave marks and moving faster, fucking into him relentlessly and chasing down the tightening feeling in his gut.
His raspy cries and moans increased in volume until Kerry snapped his hips forward as hard as he could, finally forcing out a sound that he hadn't been able to get him to make yet: a throaty, pleasured scream. Kerry shivered and leaned back, his hips bucking forward involuntarily at the sound.
"Fuck-- louder," Kerry demanded, laying a hard slap to V's asscheek and groaning when he did let out a louder, more wrecked-sounding scream. He didn't stop screaming, actually, and Kerry could feel himself getting closer and closer the more hoarse and ruined he sounded.
Kerry pulled him close against his chest, leaving another harsh, possessive mark on his neck and reaching around to wrap his hand around V's dripping, painfully hard length. V choked out a sob, going completely limp in his arms while he continued his brutal pace, jerking the literal breath out of him. He was pretty sure he couldn't hold out another time if he still had the brain power left to try.
"Gonna cum for me?" Kerry muttered into his ear, leaning back and pulling him fully into his lap. V nodded and a loud, shaky gasp warbled out of his throat when Kerry's cock hit the spot he was looking for. He forced his hips upwards, hitting the same spot again. "Mhm, lemme hear it."
"F-fuck-- Ker-- a-ahh--" V's voice cracked as he tensed, spilling over Kerry's hand with a long, drawling moan. Kerry groaned and pressed his forehead against his back, still holding him tightly and fucking into him while he twitched and gasped.
"Ohhhh fuck," he breathed, hips stuttering as he felt himself get close. He raised his free hand to V's face, gripping his jaw tightly while warm tears stained his fingers with black makeup. "Fuckin' perfect."
He buried himself fully into V, finishing as a breathless whine spilled out of V's throat, his body entirely held up by Kerry. V sagged back into him and he gave his chest a gentle squeeze, laying a kiss into his shoulder.
"Shh, easy, kid," Kerry murmured into his shoulder, roaming a hand over his chest while he trembled and gasped. "Breeathe."
V sucked in a stuttering breath and hiccupped softly, twitching slightly around Kerry's mostly still-erect length still buried inside of him. Kerry grunted and moved to pull out, but V followed with his hips and let out a distressed groan.
"Okay," Kerry chuckled, pressing his lips to V's damp neck and wrapping both arms around his waist. He hummed into his skin and V let out a soft, contented moan. "All right, not yet. Got it."
Kerry let out a strangled breath and untangled his nearly numb legs from underneath himself, gingerly pulling V with him while he fell onto his side.
"Fuckin' hell, V," he groaned against the back of his neck. V twitched slightly, his body still trembling.
"Nnnhhh."
"You all right?" Kerry chuckled, turning his head to kiss V's neck again. He felt him nod weakly.
"M-mmhm," he mumbled, shivering and pushing back into Kerry's chest.
"Did I break you?" he hummed, reaching up to push his hair away from his forehead. V's eyes fluttered open, barely focusing.
"Uh-huh," V droned, tilting his head and making a soft noise when Kerry pulled him in closer, stroking his damp hair with his hand that was actually clean. "D-do it again."
"Fuckin' shit," he laughed, giving him a squeeze. He could feel himself twitch at the idea of another go, and V's breath hitched in response to the feeling. "Fuck that, I'm never gonna stop."
"Mm, please don't."
Morning light stabbed through his eyelids and the ringing in his ears told him that he was experiencing a fucking monster of a hangover. The smell of his own soap and shampoo assaulted him, seeming to come from every direction under his sheets. Some other sound got his attention, though, besides the unusual silence of the villa outside his bedroom. Normally, the jukebox would be blasting some random station, or he would have left a screen on somewhere and been too lazy to turn it off.
No, this sound was soft. Barely audible, even. Slow, even breathing. Kerry cracked an eye open and turned his head to see what was letting out quiet little exhales and radiating a ton of heat a few inches away from him.
V, with his brown and blonde mullet splayed out, taking up over half of Kerry's pillow with a hand resting on the mattress in between them. His face was relaxed and his mouth was slightly open. Kerry stared, trying to blink away the headache that was already creeping over his skull. The previous twenty-four hours came rushing over him like a wave, along with the glaring fact that he was probably way too old to be doing all of the things he had just done, in that order, all in one day. He was actually surprised he had survived it.
Just as surprised as he was by the fact that V was still there, and had fallen asleep soundly right next to him. Kerry hummed and slipped a hand into V's, running a thumb over the line that ran between dark chrome fingers and textured cyberware covering his palm. V's eyes fluttered open and his nose wrinkled, looking like he was going through a similar thought process to what Kerry just had.
"Mm," V grunted, closing his eyes again and giving Kerry's hand an unexpected squeeze. Kerry was pretty sure he was going to turn into pure liquid if he ever did that again. "Mornin'."
"Think it's past noon," Kerry giggled, threading his fingers through V's. V sighed, but didn't seem to mind what he was doing at all.
"Like I said," he huffed. He slid his eyes back halfway open to look at him with a fully unreadable expression. "Like the just woke up look."
"Shut up," Kerry groaned, mashing his hair against the pillow and trying to flatten it. He half-glared at V before giving him a smirk. "I liked that. Wanna do it more often?"
"Course," V snorted, propping his head up with his arm that wasn't being slowly claimed by Kerry. "Why wouldn't I?"
"You turn that merc-mode on as soon as you wake up?" Kerry complained, jabbing him in the ribs. V raised an eyebrow and rolled onto his side to pull him into a slow, soft kiss.
"That better?" he chuckled when he pulled back.
"Mhm. Much," Kerry sighed, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him back. "God, I wanna do this every day."
"Mmm," V hummed, grazing his cheek against Kerry's jaw. "Whatever you want."
"I'm serious. I want more of this," he babbled through the hazy migraine. "Ugh, I wanna do tons of stuff with you all the time."
"You got it," V murmured, scooting in closer and yawning quietly. "--'m all yours."
"Haha, don't say shit like that," Kerry warned, "unless you want me to actually take it seriously."
V let out an annoyed-sounding grunt against his collarbone and sighed, lifting his head to give him an odd look before moving faster than Kerry could even process.
"Oh--" Kerry's breath whooshed out of him when his back hit the mattress, with V on top of him in a flash and pressing him down against it by his shoulders.
"I look serious enough now?" V huffed, bending down to kiss his cheek while he stared in shock. Kerry blinked and nodded and V laughed. "Nova. Can we please go get breakfast, now? My skull feels like it's gonna explode."
"Absolutely."