Work Text:
Airdrop
“Millions Knives” would like to share a photo.
>Accept >Decline
Arching a brow, Wolfwood stares at the random popup on his phone. Who is sending him random photos at Vash’s house party? He looks around. Too many people crowd the living room, dancing to loud rock beats, chatting and laughing with each other, some idling with their phones in hand. It’s impossible to tell who is sending him something. The name also doesn't ring a bell and they’re certainly not in their contacts.
His friend Milly is in the middle of telling an anecdote about her last shopping trip with her girlfriend, Meryl, a story he has already heard before, so hopefully she doesn’t mind him checking his phone for a second. She’d forgive him even if he was hearing her tale for the first time because that’s just how she is.
He hesitantly presses the Accept button, watching the image load before opening it. He expects a meme or a random picture taken at the party. He does not expect to get flashed by the display of a pink, dripping pussy.
What the fuck?! His heart skips a beat and he quickly switches the screen off while frantically looking around if anyone has seen what he just saw. Milly still chatters about her trip, unaware of the shock that just went through him. Who the fuck sends him a nude? Was it an accident? He swallows. Okay, alright, no one should be able to see the image, he has a privacy film on his screen. Hesitant, he turns his phone back on to take another look.
Despite the lack of aesthetics, as the genital spread almost fills the entire screen and leaves no space for imagination, it is beautiful. An engorged clit peaks from its soft hood, begging for attention. The inner labia open like flower petals, hinting at the hidden entrance, a drop of clear liquid running from it like morning dew.
The owner’s skin looks incredibly smooth like they’re freshly shaven or waxed. The only hair is a small, blonde landing strip that extends from the image. Who would have thought that one day it would make Wolfwood wonder what the rest of the person looked like instead of just leading into someone's pants?
He swallows, his mouth going dry and watering at the same time. A slight tingle sets in his dick. He’s too underfucked for someone sending him stuff like this. Is it a prank? Who is this?
Remembering that he’s in the middle of a party, surrounded by people, he tears his gaze from the screen. He's about to pocket it again when his phone buzzes with yet another Airdrop. It’s from the same person.
Wolfwood is already feeling warm, the air in the room stuffy and hot, and the images are not helping. His hand trembles slightly from nerves and excitement as he opens the next message, curious what he'll find.
Another nude, shot from a different angle — further away from the body but the center of attention still being the rosy folds. Wolfwood also sees glorious, sharp V-muscles and the beginning of thick but strong-looking thighs wide-spread to make way for the camera.
Wolfwood has a fair share of people he has slept with but that person looks unfamiliar. He's pretty sure he'd remember such a pretty cunt — would remember its smell and taste, and the velvety feel of it on his tongue or around his dick. He certainly wouldn't mind putting this one to memory if he would get the chance.
He takes another look. The person might be unknown but the blurry sink in the back looks awfully familiar; actually, it's the bright red towel that stands out. Wolfwood has already seen it over a dozen times: it’s the guest bathroom just down the hallway of the very house he is in now. Wolfwood washed his hands right there an hour ago. How recent are these pictures? Is the person taking and sending them right now, hiding in the bath?
“Gimme a moment, I need to piss,” he excuses himself to Milly.
“Oh, no problem! I'm going to look for Meryl,” she says with a bright smile. “Remember to wash your hands!”
The hallway is just as packed with people as the rest of the house. They’re lingering in the narrow space, chatting and nursing their drinks. A few familiar faces greet him, and some pat his back as he passes by. The room seems to stretch endlessly as he makes his way down to the bathroom, his heart rate picking up the closer he gets.
In front of the door, he stops. If they're truly in there, do they expect him to come and find them? He knocks carefully. No one answers. His phone stays quiet. Hesitantly, he tries the handle, finding the door unlocked. A drop of sweat runs down his neck, making him shudder.
Slowly, the door opens. The lights are on… but the room is empty.
Something similar to relief spreads in his chest, but it’s mixed with some disappointment. He enters the room and locks the door behind him. The bath is small, with just enough space for a toilet, the sink and a small cabinet that Wolfwood knows holds extra toilet paper and other toiletries. Including period products — because Vash thinks of everything. Wolfwood didn't even own a trash can in his bath until Meryl had complained about it. Now he has one along with an assortment of pads and tampons for any visitors.
He grabs his phone again, looking at the last picture and imagining how the person must have posed in the room. It feels awkward to recreate it, especially when he props his left foot on the lid of the toilet to get the right angle for the photo.
The question of why they sent it to him still stands, and the room isn’t giving him a single clue who it was. Maybe someone had a bet going on? Or someone who lost one. Wolfwood would certainly call himself lucky if that meant free nudes for him but it still feels odd.
Since his search already seems to end here, he decides to pee and yes, thoroughly wash his hands. When he opens the door to go and look for his friends, he almost runs into Nai — Vash’s older twin brother — who’s glaring at him for almost slamming the door into his pretty face.
“Watch your step, Nicholas,” he snarls, pushing past him to get into the bath without giving him the chance to apologize.
Irritated, Wolfwood shakes his head, staring after him. Despite Vash being his best friend for years, he still barely knows Nai. Whenever their clique plans to spend time together, the guy always excludes himself, even though Vash invites him every single time.
Whenever Wolfwood runs into him, Nai always seems dismissive or busy. By now, Wolfwood has given up trying to make friends with him. The only people he seems to be even remotely kind to are Vash and Milly. But no one can not be nice to Milly, so Wolfwood isn’t sure if she counts. And Vash is his brother, so he shouldn’t count either.
It's odd that he’s staying at home when Vash organizes a party, he seems to hate people and the house is packed tonight.
Wolfwood heads to the kitchen, needing something to ease his parched throat. He takes a beer from the fridge and uncaps it with a loud pop.
He’s definitely not thinking of the nudes he got sent, his phone seemingly burning a hole in his pocket. He should delete them. He hasn’t owned anyone’s nudes since his last relationship two years ago, always preferring to see his partners in person rather than on a screen.
When Vash invited him, he didn’t even think about picking up anyone tonight, but now he feels somewhat... incited. If he can’t find out who that juicy pussy belongs to, he has to find someone else to feed the appetite the mysterious person has stirred.
By the time Wolfwood finishes his beer, still pondering over the mystery stranger, his phone vibrates. Thrilled, he fishes it out of the back pocket of his jeans and pouts over the displayed message.
Vash: Where R U?
He had hoped, no, actually expected another picture from Millions Knives.
Wolfwood: Kitchen. Why?
Vash: Perfect. We wanna play Never Have I Ever, get us a bottle of liquor and join us in my room?
It doesn’t seem like a bad idea, he likes party games and maybe that can distract him a little. So he gets one of the fruity schnapps bottles from the kitchen counter along with a stack of plastic cups and makes his way to Vash’s room upstairs. The music is muffled, and Wolfwood can hear Vash’s voice explaining the rules to the bunch of people gathered in his room. Weren’t those universally known?
Milly pats the empty space on the carpet next to her, offering him a seat between her and another tall, blonde girl, Elendira, who immediately snags the bottle from his hands to fill cups for everyone.
Wolfwood recognizes a few more familiar faces, smiling when his half-brother Livio waves at him from the opposite side of the circle. Wolfwood’s smile drops abruptly when he recognizes Legato Bluesummers on Livio’s right, who rolls his eyes exaggeratedly when their eyes meet briefly. They went on a date once but Legato acted like an entitled ass, only trying to get to Vash through Wolfwood. Naturally, he doesn't want anything to do with the guy anymore.
His gaze wanders to Vash on Livio’s left. The typhoon in human form wiggles happily, his ADHD fueled by alcohol and his friends surrounding him. Next to him sits Nai. What's he doing here? Did Vash force him to join? Normally he didn't care about drinking or playing party games either.
“Alright, everyone got their drinks?” Vash claps his hands, looking around. “Let's start with something simple... hmm, never have I ever… gotten a tattoo,” he says when his gaze stops on Livio’s face. Wolfwood’s brother takes a sip, the tribal tattoo around his eye a clear indicator. Wolfwood follows his example, the ink on his underarm tingling like a silent reminder. A couple of other people drink. Someone asks if he has to take multiple sips for each tattoo and the group makes him take an extra big gulp when he shows off his huge backpiece and two full sleeves.
As if the group needs to warm up first (or maybe they're all just not drunk enough yet) the questions are all pretty innocent. Never have I ever cheated on a test. Never have I ever thrown up when drunk. Never have I ever eaten dog or cat food.
Then it’s Milly’s turn. “Never have I ever faked an orgasm,” she muses. Elendira takes a sip next to Wolfwood and when he looks at her with a raised eyebrow, she elbows him into his side which makes him laugh even harder. Vash blushes and takes a sip.
‘What the fuck?’ Livio mouths at him. “Hey, just once!” Vash protests. They’d been dating for two years but apparently, this had been a secret. Wolfwood is next and the first thing that comes to his mind is “Never have I ever sent a sexy selfie.”
Amused, he watches how almost everyone takes a sip, even Vash’s prude brother.
“No way did you not take nudes!” Elendira claims but it's true. Well, maybe he took some that were a liiiiittle suggestive but nothing compared to the ones sitting in his phone right now. She still forces him to take a sip of the awfully sweet schnapps.
Now that that dam is broken, everyone breaks out more dirty prompts. Milly hiccups next to him, already being perfectly buzzed because she almost drinks every time. It's amazing what’s hiding beneath her innocent-looking shell, especially when she drinks during “Never have I ever stolen something” or “Never have I ever had sex in public”. She nudges Meryl when she doesn't drink right away, her lover turning bright red when she sips from her cup.
“Never have I ever sent a text to the wrong person” leaves a lot of questioning faces in the group and everyone gets their phone to scroll through some texts. Vash holds his phone up and reads out aloud: “‘You can call me Daddy whenever you want, babe.’ sent to my mom. She answered with ‘Ok Daddy’ and I wanted to die.” He chuckles into his cup. Livio looks everywhere but Vash and it's obvious who was supposed to receive that message.
Wolfwood can’t find any weird texts, it’s usually him who receives them. As if on cue, he receives a new message. Another Airdrop. He inhales sharply and accepts it embarrassingly fast, then sneaks a look around the room. Everyone is busy going through their phones. If Millions Knives is among them, he can’t tell who it is. Shit. Fuck. He wants to know what it is but is it smart to take a look when people are sitting this close? Milly is refilling her cup and Elendira types on her phone, her long red painted nails clacking on her screen. Others are reading funny or embarrassing texts out loud. Wolfwood lowers the brightness of his screen despite his privacy film and sneakily opens the image. A small look won’t hurt, right?
Fuck. There’s a glorious ass on display; plump and spread by hands that hold the soft skin in a tight grab to give Wolfwood the best possible view. Wolfwood needs a drink, and he promptly empties his cup with a single gulp. The game doesn’t matter anymore.
What matters is the tight furl of the person's pink asshole and the spread labia that glisten with wetness. His dick throbs with heavy interest. Who is sending him these explicit pictures? The first time he could have received it by mistake. However, now he is sure that someone is actively trying to rile him up — but why? It certainly works and he has to excuse himself from the game, saying he needs to piss.
“Again?” Milly asks. On another occasion, Wolfwood might tell her about the pictures, but currently, he’s too afraid that anyone could see his erection growing in his pants. He storms to the private bathroom on the upper floor, almost slamming the door. Now alone, he has the privacy to take a better look. It would be so easy to get off to it, his mind already connecting the pictures to a faceless person, a scene playing in his head how he’d fuck this stranger. How he’d make them shake on his tongue and cock, fill both their needy holes and mark them with his cum.
He sits on the toilet lid, skipping between the three different images, trying to find any hints he might have missed in the hope of puzzling them into a real person. He’s not coming to any conclusion despite what he already knows. Blonde pubes, fair, soft-looking skin. Their nails are well-kept but short, so it can’t be any of the girls with acrylic nails like Elendira. God, her claws scare him.
The size of the clit makes him wonder if they’re on testosterone. He’s been with transmascs before. He also endured many late-night talks with Vash about his bottom growth. Shit, it’s not Vash, is it? No, that can’t be. He would never cheat on Livio.
The fact that his admirer might be trans doesn’t reduce the number of suspects either. Vash is like a magnet for queers and the house is currently as packed with them as any Christopher Street Day event.
He takes another look and gives up. This person is such a fucking tease. Wolfwood sighs in relief, the back of his head hitting the cold tiles behind him when he frees his erection from the confines of his pants, the tip dark and the precum already beading on it. He wraps his hand around it, the other still holding his phone to look at the latest image. For a moment he loses himself in the jacking of his hand and startles when his phone goes off.
“Millions Knives would like to share a note with you.”
A note? He opens it hesitantly, almost laughing when he reads the text.
“If you cum, you’re not getting any more pics, Wolfwood.”
He should feel creeped out. They know his name. Someone is definitely stalking him tonight. How else would they know that he went to the bathroom to take the edge off? They have probably been watching him the whole evening, enjoying this little game of cat and mouse. His cock drops from his hand, slapping on his stomach as he uses both hands to type a note on his own.
“Who are you???”
He presses the share function. A lot of people have Airdrop enabled but Millions Knives is not on the list. Did they disable it after sending their message? They know how to play this game well. Frustrated, he looks at the message from Knives. “Don’t cum.” As if they would ever find out if he really did or not. But somehow... Wolfwood wants to know what would happen if he plays by the rules. Will the person send more stuff? Reveal themselves at the end? Or will he be able to find out who it is beforehand?
With a sigh, he zips up his pants, washes his hands, and splashes cold water into his face. He waits at the door, trying to hear if anyone is lurking outside but the music is too loud. When he opens the door, no one is in the hallway. Wolfwood is unsure if he should feel relieved.
The group in Vash's room has shrunk, a few people are still chilling on the floor, playing Spin the Bottle with the empty schnapps. Vash is making out with Livio on the bed and it’s debatable if they are still part of the game. Wolfwood doesn’t feel like exchanging bodily fluids with anyone except the mysterious person in his phone, nor is he keen on watching his brother and best friend getting it on, so he decides to wander around the house.
Over the next hour, Wolfwood receives two more pictures. He has to discreetly tuck his hard-on under his waistband so that it cannot be seen. It’s unfair that the person basically ordered him to hold back when they keep sending him these.
The first is probably the most innocent pic of all he received so far, showing the person in white, lacey panties, an obvious wet spot darkening the material between their legs and making them cling to their puffy vulva. They pull them to the side in the second shot, showing how a string of grool connects the fabric to the source. They’re obscenely wet. It would be so easy for Wolfwood to slide a few fingers in and make it worse — make them cum and get even wetter. Wolfwood loves it messy. He wants it on his face, he wants to taste it, he wants —needs— more of them.
But he’s careful. Since he’s certain that someone is watching him, he doesn't let any of these thoughts show on the outside. If anything, he looks bored as he stares at his phone and tries to memorize every filthy detail. The fact that nobody knows what he's actually looking at adds to the thrill.
He scans the living room as if he's just checking out what's going on, but in reality, he's on the lookout for his stalker. It's unfair that the other person knows who he is but doesn't reveal themselves. Well, at least not showing their identity since other details are obviously willingly displayed.
Nevertheless, Wolfwood is enjoying their little, dirty game and he’s more than excited to see what the next message will bring.
The summer night is pleasantly mild when Wolfwood steps out onto the deck behind the house for a smoke sometime around midnight. A group of people he doesn't know are lounging on the patio set, laughing and passing around drinks. One of them, an Asian guy with a long black ponytail, asks Wolfwood for a cigarette and then invites him to join them, but he declines with a polite smile, shaking his head. Right now he's glad to have a moment's peace and quiet. Vash has already turned on a quieter playlist, the loud basses replaced by laid-back rock and indie songs that float gently from the open door leading back into the house.
Wolfwood leans against the railing, taking a deep drag and exhaling slowly, watching the smoke curl and disappear into the night. As he savors the moment, Milly and Meryl step out onto the deck. Milly wraps her arms around him from behind, nuzzling the back of his head with her nose. A little drunk, she slurs, “We’re going hoooome.” Then, she yawns loudly.
Meryl chuckles. “She insisted on saying goodnight to you. Are you alright?”
“Huh, yeah, sure am,” Wolfwood says. He is — his dick has softened for the first time since that little game started.
He turns around in Milly’s embrace to hug her back. Meryl snatches the cigarette from his hands and takes a drag, then drops it in an ashtray. “You seem a little off tonight. Nervous, kind of? You didn’t take any drugs, did you?” She squints at him.
Wolfwood shakes his head, Milly still clinging to him. “You know me, little lady. The only thing I’d touch is weed and I didn’t smell a single joint tonight.” Milly giggles, “That’s because Vash put everything in his edibles.”
“Shit is she–?”
“Yup, ate one before she knew.” Meryl pets her girlfriend's shoulder. “Come on, let Nico go so we can head home, your bed is calling.”
“Yes, I can hear it whispering to me,” Milly states, still giggling. She squeezes Wolfwood one more time before letting him go.
“How are you getting home?”
“Our Uber is already waiting, don’t worry.”
Wolfwood is relieved to hear that. He accompanies them to the front of the house, waiting until the car isn’t visible on the street anymore before he turns to head back inside. This time he’s not very surprised to feel his phone vibrate. It’s like the other was just waiting for him to be by himself again.
“Millions Knives wants to share a video.”
A video!? He feels like a child on Christmas Eve while he waits for his phone to download it, his trembling thumb pressing the file as soon as it is done loading.
The beginning is dark and Wolfwood can’t see a thing. If there’s any sound, he can’t hear it over the muffled music spilling outside onto the porch. The camera seems to finally adjust to the light conditions and he sees — himself. Leaning against the railing of the patio, softly illuminated by the strings of fairy lights above him. Wolfwood’s heart picks up its pace.
This was shot from the garden below, no longer than 10 minutes ago!
He’s walking down the porch’s stairs and rounding the house to get back into the garden while he watches how Milly approaches him from behind before the video ends.
Are they still there? Waiting for him to finally show their face? He tries to find the exact spot, grinning over the fact that this feels like a treasure hunt. Sadly, the garden seems deserted, apart from the same group still lounging on the patio. He’s about to go back to the house when something bright in the dark catches his interest.
It's a pair of panties. White, lace panties. Wolfwood suppresses a moan as he picks it up and realizes that it’s still warm — and soaking wet.
He quickly scurries back into the safe shade of the bush where he has just found the panties and stares at the soft fabric in his hands.
Wolfwood swallows. Ponders. Wonders what kind of degenerate he is. Whether he really wants to do this. But fuck yes, he's frustrated and horny, and he prays that nobody sees him in the dark as he presses the fabric into his face and inhales deeply. It smells sweet and musky, with an underlying note of a fresh laundry detergent. His tongue swipes through the gusset, collecting what is left of the person’s juices. He hums pleased as the sweet salty taste coats his taste buds.
It’s a shame. They’re missing out. He’d eat them out so well, make them see stars under the actual night sky. No one would see them hiding in the shadows as long as they’d be quiet enough His head spins from the taste and smell and it takes him a second to register that his phone, which he dropped on the lawn, is buzzing with another message. He opens it with the panties still held to his face like a comfort blanket.
It depicts the same set of squeezable-looking thighs, spread to allow a view of a closed room’s door in the back. He sees dark gray bed sheets, the room softly illuminated by a light source he can't make out. A digital clock sits on a desk next to the door, depicting the same time as his phone.
The other images and the video were all (presumably) pre-recorded but this one was taken right at this moment. They’re somewhere in the house, in a bedroom at this very moment. The spread legs look enticing. Inviting. Like they’re laying there, presenting themselves to whoever is walking next into the room — and damn him if it isn’t Wolfwood.
The Saverem house has four bedrooms. There are two small guest rooms, which he had used several times during his visits, and that he was planning to stay in tonight. He knows they both don't have a desk in them. And there are two master bedrooms, one for Vash and one for Nai. Since Vash's room is usually a place where people hang out, he doesn't think anyone would be lying there as presentable as the photographer was, like a banquet ready to be feasted on. This is a special gift, just for Wolfwood because he behaved so well tonight.
This only leaves one room with a bed, and Wolfwood had never been inside Nai’s room before. Once, he had been able to take a very brief look inside before Nai firmly closed the door, and now all he vaguely remembered was a blurred cowboy movie poster above his bed. No clue if it could be the same bed in the picture.
If the person had snuck into Nai's room and got caught by its owner, he would probably kill them and then Wolfwood, even if Wolfwood wasn't even in the room. He doesn’t know much about Nai, but Wolfwood can bet that he values his privacy very highly.
But maybe it was worth his murder? Sinking into that hot body for once and finally losing that relentless pressure in his balls. Maybe he could die happily afterward.
Another airdrop arrives. A second video. Fuck, he needs to get there asap.
It’s them, their own hand slowly sliding down their toned, naked stomach and dipping between their legs, slipping through wet folds and daring to slide inside. It’s barely six seconds long! Where is the rest? Fuck. FUCK.
Wolfwood shoves the panties and his phone into his pockets and bolts toward the house, through the patio door and the kitchen, slipping through the narrowing mass of people in the dining room, and hallway, barely glancing at the living room. A bunch of people must have left early tonight, it makes it easier to navigate the house. He takes the stairs two at a time, his heart pounding until he reaches the second floor. He veers right, past the bathroom, and finally reaches the room at the end of the hallway.
He wipes his sweaty palms on his trousers. Should he knock? Would he want someone to knock in a situation like this? No, that makes it kind of awkward. Wolfwood opens the door without making a sound as he silently slips inside the room, closing it right behind him. He doesn’t know what’s appropriate to do, nor where the person's boundaries lie and where they expect this to go. But he’s desperate to get his dick wet, their teasing being too much for him to resist.
At first, it's too dark inside the room, only the streetlight falling through the open blinds illuminating the room. Someone’s lying on the bed, their back propped up against the headboard.
“So you finally made it,” they say and the voice is foreign yet familiar. Wolfwood has heard it before, but he cannot connect a face to it. “Lock the door,” they order and Wolfwood follows suit. “Now come here, Wolfwood.”
Wolfwood gulps. Sweat tickles down his neck. His dick kicks in interest at the command. He steps to the foot of the bed, one knee already on the soft mattress as his eyes finally adjust to the darkness and he observes the person on the bed. He freezes in his tracks.
“No fuckin way,” he whispers bewildered as he looks into Nai Saverem’s face.
Nai grins mischievously. “You really had no clue, amazing. Followed my trail like a good dog. Did you like my hints?”
Shit, yes, he did. His face still feels a little sticky from rubbing the panties all over it. Nai’s panties. Nai’s juices. Nai’s pink, glistening folds he looks at right now as Nai lets one leg fall to the side.
“You’ve been such a tease,” Wolfwood groans, finally finding his voice again. “Sending me your dirty pictures—” He kicks off his shoes and brings his other knee onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly with his body weight. “Leaving me in the dark about whose beautiful pussy this was—” He scoots closer to Nai, who bites his lower lip, excitement twinkling in his eyes. He’s naked. Completely bare. Anyone could’ve accidentally walked in and caught him like this. But he waited for Wolfwood. He lured Wolfwood to himself.
“Riling me all up and then telling me I wasn’t allowed to get off—” Wolfwood is finally close enough to touch his leg, his fingertips caressing Nai’s slender calves and trailing up his shins and to his knees. “Leaving your dirty panties for me to find—” Nai yelps when Wolfwood cups the backside of both his knees and pulls him towards him, making him slide from the pillows he was propped up on like a princess.
“Tell me, did you touch yourself in the garden while you were spying on me?” Wolfwood asks, his voice dropping lower as he stares down at Nai. The other man lies in front of him, a blush spreading over his face and ears down to his quickly falling and rising chest. The scars beneath his pecs are almost not visible in the soft light of the street lamp.
Wolfwood’s big hands drop Nai’s legs and continue their trail upwards, his thumbs pressing into the muscular thighs that have the lightest squish to them. They feel perfect. He wants to bite them, but not yet. But soon.
He smiles wolfishly, asking again, “Did you?” and Nai shivers beneath his touch. He nods, his cocky demeanor slipping now that Wolfwood was taking the lead.
“You’ve been leaking all night, thinking about me, huh? I thought you were a prude virgin, angel face. But look at you—” Wolfwood’s hands continue their journey, mapping out Nai’s body further, his gaze dropping from his red face to where his fingers caress the crease between his thighs and hips before he places one thumb on each of Nai’s outer labia to spread them apart. Nai whines high in his throat. It’s adorable. Wolfwood hasn’t even done anything to him and can already feel his blood pulsing in his ears.
“Aww, now you’re getting shy? After you’ve already shown me your goods? Did you get off thinking about me? Sinking your fingers in here, imagining it would be mine?”
Never would he have thought that Nai was such a freak. He had always thought he couldn't stand him. Maybe this was Nai’s twisted way of convincing himself of the contrary.
“You're so weird, you could have just asked. So handsome and hot, I would have said yes right away.”
Wolfwood shifts until he’s lying on his chest between Nai’s legs, his face hovering over his core, inhaling the same scent that had still clung to the panties, but it's so much stronger right there. “Stop staring at me like that you perv—hah–!” Nai chokes, his hips rocking involuntarily as Wolfwood’s tongue drives through his folds without warning.
“Shut up, blondie. You let me stare all night already, now you need to live with the consequences.”
He looks up, searching for Nai's eyes. He looks angry or embarrassed, probably a mix of both. “Unless I read too much into it. You okay with this?” he asks, checking for consent.
“Shit, Nicholas. Stop fucking talking already.”
“Say please.”
Nai groans. He yelps when Wolfwood sinks his teeth into the inside of his thigh.
“Fuck you! Yes, I fucking want you. You make me insane, I hate you. Every time I think about you I get so wet and I can’t bear it anymore,” Nai confesses, his hand sneaking in Wolfwood’s hair to tear his teeth from his leg.
“That almost sounds like a love confession, baby,” Wolfwood hums, licking over the reddening spot his teeth had left. He kind of hopes it will leave a bruise. He wants to leave them all over Nai, if he would let him. So Nai will have something to remember even when this strange night is over.
He lets Nai guide his head back to the apex of his thighs and rubs his nose and cheeks over the sensitive parts, drenching his face in his fluids, before he tastes him again. Sweet and slightly salty. The heady scent clouds his mind as his tongue maps out every inch of Nai’s pussy. He could cum like this, just eating him out and rubbing his dick against the bed, staining his own pants. But he's held out for so long, and what Nai certainly didn't expect was the stamina of Nicholas D. Wolfwood.
What Wolfwood doesn't expect is how loud Nai gets the closer Wolfwood pushes him to his climax. He’s moaning, overshadowing the muffled music that's still coming from downstairs while Wolfwood sucks steadily on his clit. He’s going to make him cum and yell his name. Get him properly wet and loose before he’ll put his dick in him.
Nai’s hips buck and trash around, the pleasure almost painful and a heat coiling inside him that Wolfwood swears he can taste when he finally comes undone. Wolfwood moans in unison with Nai as his tongue catches the clear liquid that dribbles out of Nai.
He’s not giving him any moment to catch his breath, showing two fingers into him, the glide easy but tight, his gummy walls squeezing and still contracting from the mindblowing orgasm. “Fuck, wait, wait—” Nai yelps, clawing at Wolfwood’s shoulders as he bullies his sensitive clit with his tongue again. Wolfwood doesn’t listen, his fingers curling inside of Nai with wet, sloshing sounds, calloused fingertips pressing into the spongy spot within him.
“I’m–” Nai almost chokes on his own spit while his lungs work desperately to supply him with enough air between his moans. He grabs one of the throw pillows above his head and presses into his face, overwhelmed, dull screams breaking free as Wolfwood bullies another orgasm out of him.
Wolfwood almost fears the other blacked out when he withdraws his fingers. He sits up, rubbing calming circles into shaking thighs. “You’re amazing, Nai. Coming apart so beautifully.” He licks the wetness from his lips, humming. “And your taste, hmm~ I could do this all night. But you owe me one too, ya know?”
Nai throws the pillow at him but Wolfwood catches it with ease. His red face is sweaty, alabaster colored hair sticking to his forehead, the complete opposite of his usual collected self. Wolfwood shrugs off his washed-out, black band tee, his jingling cross necklace falling between his pecs. They're dusted with soft black fuzz that fades out over his belly. He puts up a show — opening his jeans slowly and dragging them just low enough to reveal a neatly trimmed bush around the thick root of his cock — giving Nai a chance to even his breathing. Another chance to stop here, if he doesn’t want to go any further.
But Nai’s eyes gleam with hunger as he watches Wolfwood’s dick bop free and almost slap against his lower stomach before hanging heavy in the air, pointing at Nai. The blonde licks his lips and Wolfwood thinks about letting him have a taste. He imagines those cute lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. How far would he take it? Would he get all soft and whiney, lips and chin drenched in spit as Wolfwood claims his throat? Maybe another time, if Nai will be up for it — If this isn’t just a one-time thing. But even if it was, Wolfwood will make the most of it.
He strips his pants and boxers completely, then pushes the pillow Nai threw at him under the other's hips. “What are you doing?” Nai asks, his voice a little raspy from his yells and moans. “Making you cum a few more times,” Wolfwood smirks, pressing a thumb into Nai’s soppy hole and then rubbing hard, wet circles into his flushed clit. The reaction is immediate, Nai cries out and grips the bed sheets in hopes of grounding himself. Wolfwood chuckles and replaces his thumb with the underside of his dick, sliding the tip up and down Nai’s swollen slit, teasing his entrance. Feeling their sexes rub against each other like that already feels amazing, sending little shocks of pleasure through both of them.
“Condoms?” Wolfwood asks, knowing he has two stashed in his briefcase at all times but Nai shakes his head. “I hah– hate them. I have an implant,” he huffs and taps a spot on his upper arm.
“Well, aren’t I lucky? Getting sexy pics, finding out the brother of my best friend likes me, getting to fuck him nasty and raw—” At that last word he finally pushes into Nai, just the head to give him a taste and time to adjust to the initial stretch. Nai squeezes his eyes shut, his mouth falling open with a silent moan when Wolfwood gives him a little more, the slide made easy from how wet he is.
“Do you know how hard it was to hide my boner all the time? The torture, knowing someone was so close, watching me and baiting me with their cute cunt?” He lifts Nai’s legs to wrap them around his hips, sinking in further and bottoming out completely. Nai’s walls flutter around him. He’s so perfectly warm and soft and Wolfwood could get addicted to how reactive is.
“It was so funny, the way you always looked around, trying to see who was sending you stuff. I– I must admit the way your eyes always seemed to skip right over me, hah, made me mad. Like I could never send— ah!” Nai tries to explain, Interrupted by slow thrusts.
“You’re the one always avoiding me, angel. Never wanting to hang out with us, but actually you crave my attention, huh,” Wolfwood chuckles, outright laughing when Nai squeezes his dick as hard as he can.
“Fuckin’ brat!”
He pulls out, grabs the other by the hips, and flips him over like he weighs nothing. Steading Nai’s hips with the pillow underneath, Wolfwood guides his cock right back into the tight heat, starting a fast and deep pace that has Nai whining into the sheets. Wolfwood won’t let him hide his face and those beautiful noises again. He doesn’t care if anyone else in the house can hear them, it’s not the first time that people fuck during a house party.
A firm hand sinks into Nai’s short hair, pulling him upwards, forcing him to arch his back and push his butt against Wolfwood’s hips. The narrower angle makes Wolfwood see stars, pleasure surging through every fiber of his body, toes curling, balls growing heavier.
“Congratulations, angel, you got my attention now. I’m gonna fill you to the brim so you can remember me.”
Nai moans.
“Oh, that’s what you want? Being stuffed with my dick and cum?” He slows his pace, making sure that Nai can feel every drag along his sensitive walls. He also sneaks a hand back between his legs, squeezing and jerking his clit between two nimble fingers.
“Wolfwood! Nicho–”
“Mhm, you take what I give you so well. Does it feel good?”
He makes him come. Again. And again. Bullying climax after climax out of him until Nai sobs and drools onto the sheets below them. By the time Wolfwood lets him catch a break, he’s shaking in Wolfwood’s strong arms, giving up whatever control he thought he still had. He makes a cute, confused noise when Wolfwood grabs his shucked pants and pulls his phone out.
“I’m just repaying your kindness,” Wolfwood says, leaning back and snapping a pic of Nai’s ass, making sure to catch on camera how deep his dick is buried within Nai. He takes more snaps as he picks up his pace, the sound of the camera shutter and skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Wolfwood can feel himself getting close. He’s been horny all night, teased with dirty pictures and even panties. Nai clenches around him, his slick steadily dripping on Wolfwood's balls and he kinda pities that the taste of him is already fading from his tongue.
“You're so good for me, Nai. So wet and tight. I'm gonna give you my cum in return, alright? You want it?”
Nai shakes his head but the way he moans and pushes back against him, wiggling his hips tells the truth.
“You've been showing off because you know you belong to me, hm?”
“No! Ah!”
“Fuck. Fuck, you do.”
His heart hammers in his chest, the muscles in his legs start to cramp. There’s the telltale, boiling heat in his lower belly, and he holds Nai’s hips in a tight grip, rutting into him at a quick pace, control slipping from him. A deep groan breaks free from his throat, his vision going white for a moment as he's falling over the edge.
He stays deeply rooted in Nai, engulfed in his warmth, enjoying the little aftershocks and trying to calm his breathing.
Nai looks exquisitely ravished when Wolfwood pulls out. He can feel the way his walls clench around him, trying to keep him inside, and it sends a shiver down his spine. With Nai’s ass high in the air, he can watch how his cum drips out of him and onto the pillow. He looks like a cream-filled delicacy and Wolfwood is still starved. The other squeaks when Wolfwood dips two fingers back into his hole and scissors them, forcing him to leak more of their mingling cum. He makes sure to catch it on his tongue, teasing Nai’s sensitive rim.
“Stop it– It's too– too much!” Nai protests, trying to scurry from Wolfwood's scruffy face as he buries it between his legs yet again. Hesitantly, he follows suit, sitting back on his haunches, his dick still fat and pulsing between his legs. He could go again but Nai looks so absolutely tired and done when he turns around.
They look at each other, drunk on dopamine and for the first time, Wolfwood realizes how fucking beautiful Nai actually is. He crawls over him, their faces now mere inches apart.
Nai uses his thumb to gently wipe excess cum from Wolfwood’s nose and lips, their gazes locked. Wolfwood’s stomach does a little somersault. Then Nai suddenly grabs him by the chin and pulls him into a kiss that feels too soft — a harsh opposite to their fucking just a minute ago. Their lips slide against each other, exploring another, new territory before Nai spreads them to coax Wolfwood’s tongue into his mouth. He hums pleased as he tastes himself and Wolfwood’s cum.