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“..God, this is embarrassing..” Bee muttered to himself, biting into his lower lip and fighting a groan as he felt Steeljaw’s movements quicken.
“For you? I’m sure it is.” Steeljaw responded, that shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Sneaking away from your precious team in the dead of the night. To meet with me of all people.” He suddenly tightened his grip, relishing in the way the man beneath him shuddered, “..For something like this.“
There was a part of Bee that wondered if this was a mistake, his whole plan, along with the last of his defenses, was crumbling away the longer he laid here. Another part of him, despite all rational thinking, was actually considering believing the Con’s words and just letting himself go. There’d been days these past few weeks where he felt like he was going insane from how much had been on his mind, of course most of that stress was because of Steeljaw.
It’s not like any of his other chances to unwind ever worked, anyways. At least he could try to enjoy himself, even if he still couldn’t bring himself to fully relax around Steeljaw. Bee let his eyes fall shut, his hips steadily starting to roll to the rhythm of the Con’s hand. He felt himself starting to reach his limit, absent-mindedly picking up the pace trying to chase his release. Right as he was reaching the edge, Steeljaw let go of him completely, his hands moving to hold Bee’s forearms to the cushion.
“Seriously?” Bee huffed. Disappointment swept over him, though he tried his best to hide it.
“I promised you something better next time, didn’t I?” He asked, slowly shifting his hands beneath Bee’s thighs, who merely averted his eyes. “...Assuming you want me to, anyways.” A smile returned to his face watching Bee flare up in embarrassment. Mocking him for taking up this offer was one thing, but making him admit it, and wanting more was a completely different jab at his pride. Bee was a little surprised he wasn’t trying to make him beg, he wasn’t about to knock on wood though. He chewed on his tongue for a moment..
“..I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t.” Bee muttered as he turned back to the man before him, forcing a glare. “And just what are you-” But before he could finish his sentence, Steeljaw pulled him closer, letting out a low growl as Bee’s ass ground against his quickly growing erection. Oh..
“Steeljaw-” Bee started unconsciously lifting his hips allowing the Con to tug his pants and boxers off. “..I uh..” The words got caught in his throat. Embarrassment washed over him just thinking about his sexual history, or lack thereof.
“You seem nervous..” Steeljaw commented, only half listening to his ramblings as he tossed the clothes aside. He shot Bee a glance “Worried I might-”
“I’ve.. never done this before.” He blurted out, Steeljaw’s ears perked and the two of them froze. He turned in silent astonishment, it was impossible for Bee to figure out what he was thinking or what his next move was going to be. After a moment of just staring to each other in silence, Steeljaw finally spoke up.
“You. A virgin.”
“I spent half my life in the middle of a war, there were more important things to worry about than my personal life.” Bee snapped back, a bit more defensive than he wanted. He bit his tongue when he heard a chuckle.
“Well it certainly explains last time, doesn’t it?” Steeljaw sneered, “I must say I’m flattered to be your first time, and all.” he leaned in and firmly kissed him, pulling away only to force his fingers into Bee’s mouth. He gagged at the intrusion, instinctively grabbing onto Steeljaw’s arm. After a few moments, he flashed a smile and pulled his hand away, letting his nails drag against Bee’s tongue and making him gag again. He inspected his spit-covered fingers, “Wouldn’t want to hurt you for a first time, would we?”
Not hurt him. Bee scoffed, watching the hand move down, focusing purely on the keen nails. he’s going to kill him with those things... Maybe that’s been his plan the whole time. He tensed when he felt a finger push in, to his surprise it didn’t hurt as much as he was expecting. No, the pain had only started once it moved deeper. Feeling the nail scratch against his insides, he winced and called out “What happened to “wouldn’t want it to hurt”?!”
“Some things are just out of my control.” Was the only response he got from Steeljaw, feeling another finger push into him. He clenched his teeth at the feeling, and muttered.
“..Dick.. ..AGH-” He yelped as he felt the fingers spread, his hips embarrassingly bucking forwards as a result.
“No, not quite yet.” Steeljaw cut him off, slowly beginning to pump his fingers in and out, “Unless you want me to tear you open.”
“I’d say you’re.. hah.. already halfway there..” Bee joked in response, a hint of hostility in his voice. His breathing picked up as Steeljaw continued, the pain starting to melt into twisted pleasure. This was humiliating, getting this worked up over a Con’s ministrations, especially when he was trying to make this painful for him. But God, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t somewhat enjoying this.
Of course, right as Bee was starting to enjoy himself, Steeljaw pulled himself away. He groaned in annoyance, “Is this your plan for the night? Get me going and immediately stop?”
“As entertaining as that sounds. I’d much rather get to the exciting part, wouldn’t you, lieutenant?” Steeljaw answered, flipping Bee onto his stomach. His heart hammered in his chest as the clawed hands wrapped around his hips, effortlessly pulling him onto his knees. “You do want this?“ He asked again, although this time it didn’t carry the same condescending tone as the first time. Bee nodded in response, holding himself up by his elbows.
Bee sharply inhaled when Steeljaw pushed in, the burning stretch making him clench onto the blanket beneath them. “Hah… You weren’t kidding.” Steeljaw sighed, only pausing for a moment before pressing in deeper.
“Why.. would I.. lie about that?” Bee asked, each movement made him more anxious. His entire body jerked when Steeljaw brushed against his prostate, a ripple of pleasure breaking through the ocean of pain. Eventually feeling Steeljaw flush against him, he shakily let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
“I figured that would’ve been more challenging.” Steeljaw rasped, leaning down and placing a kiss against his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’ve already lost your edge?” He asked before experimentally shifting, getting a faint moan in response. “I’ll take that as an all clear” He waited to hear some kind of objection before moving.
Bee tried to keep his breathing steady as he pulled out excruciatingly slow, watching Steeljaw out of the corner of his eye, who seemed to be in his own state of euphoria “I must admit, this is certainly a good look for you.” he muttered hoarsely when he pulled out almost completely, before slamming back inside, the movement knocking the air from Bee’s lungs.
Steeljaw was quick to get into a rhythm, he continued to rant as he moved, periodically picking up the pace trying to chase his release. Not that Bee was listening to him, too caught up in his own immoderation, each thrust dragged against his prostate in a way that was intoxicating. He let his head hang, no longer trying to keep himself quiet as his climax approached.
“Don’t you-.. Fucking dare stop-” He looked back and blurted out in between moans, his head quickly being pushed back into the cushion. A hand digging into his scalp to hold him in place. The action being the thing that sent him over the edge. His legs shook, a string of broken moans spilling out as he came.
Steeljaw panted above him, his hips beginning to stutter as he kept going. By now the feeling was starting to become too much for Bee, his mind starting to go blank until Steeljaw slammed into him as far as he could, cum shooting into him. Did he just.. Bee’s face flushed in realization, grimacing slightly as the Con pulled out entirely his seed spilling out.
“You know. I think I prefer this look.” Steeljaw remarked, admiring his work, Bee couldn’t help but roll his eyes, reaching for his previously discarded pants. “And where are you going?”
“If I’m not back soon, the others are going to get worried and come looking. The last thing I need is them finding me like this.” Bee stood, only to stumble on his few steps. Steeljaw laughed from the couch, getting up and meeting him at the door. Lightly pushing him against the doorway, Steeljaw leaned into a kiss.
“I’ll be seeing you.”
“..Yeah..”
The walk back was somehow more and less embarrassing than the first time around. Sure, it was somewhat fun, but he couldn’t help but wince at the.. Sticky feeling, not to mention coming back empty handed. So much for his plan to subdue Steeljaw and finally bring him in.. Oh well, there’d be other chances.
God, he hoped there’d be other chances.