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“For how edgy you are all the time, you’re really soft down here, Legatus.”
“Shut the fuck up, Archivist,” Legatus spits with his usual ire, and yet his thighs remain parted, exposing himself entirely to his kinder counterpart.
Archivist is lying down on his stomach, face nestled between Legatus’ bony hips, eyes hungrily staring at the black panties that are covering the one thing he craves so desperately right now—Legatus’ pretty cunt.
“Mm, the scary and mean Legatus 505, laid out all pretty like a princess for me…”
He takes his sweet time just admiring it, the lace that lined the cloth and hugs Legatus’ porcelain skin, making the man look so delicate and easily bruised when they both knew that wasn’t the case. Like a ripened and juicy fruit ready to be devoured, all served on a platter right before Archivist’s eager eyes.
He reaches out with his large hands to just barely wisp the pads of his fingers over Legatus’ thighs, the friction barely even noticeable, and it has Legatus leaning into his touches, desperate to feel something against him.
It isn't lost to Archivist just how desperate Legatus is to be touched. His smile is kind, way too kind for the edging that he's forcing Legatus to endure right now. “Skin so soft, the way you react to my touch is addicting…I could write poems about this, about you.”
Damn Archivist and his pretty words! He’s good with those, much to no one’s surprise, and a complete charmer. Legatus hates that it works on him, stupid flowery words that make his heart flutter and his back arch.
Archivist leans down to press his lips against the warm skin of his inner thighs, such a stark contrast of the cold steel that makes up his extremities, ignoring the black panties and the quivering pussy that lie beneath it. Legatus wants to cry out, to beg for it, but he doesn't want to act like a needy whore. It's exactly what Archivist is trying to get out of him.
“You’re so gorgeous, Legatus. I can’t wait until I get to see your cunt again. Gonna eat it just how you like it.”
Legatus isn’t sure if Archivist just really likes edging, or he wants to take his time caressing every inch of his skin, or both, but it’s making Legatus want to scream out of frustration.
If Archivist wants to see his pussy so badly, then why isn’t he doing anything about it?
Just as Legatus is considering yelling at the man to fucking do something already, he suddenly feels a finger press on his clit through the cotton, slowly dragging down the crevice of his lips.
Such a simple and quick motion, but Legatus has been craving more for so long now that it has his legs trembling. And, of course, Archivist notices.
He laughs, not arrogantly because Archivist is never the type to be so self-centered, but more like he's treasuring Legatus' reactions, like he loves drawing it out of the cyborg soldier. “Ah. Did you like that?”
“I hate you,” Legatus grits his teeth, refusing to answer the question. He hopes that Archivist is too busy focusing on what’s between his legs than his facial expressions, even though he knows better than to think that the ever attentive Archivist ever fails to notice how someone feels. Damn him and his social awareness.
It only brings another happy chuckle from the Archivist's lips. At this point, Legatus wouldn't be surprised if the man could read his thoughts. It makes Legatus blush.
When suddenly, Legatus feels hot breath against his clothed pussy, he tucks in his chin to watch as Archivist’s mouth parts to reveal his tongue.
He moves to lick a slow but deep stroke against the soaked black cotton, and Legatus rolls his hips against the muscle, silently begging for more stimulation.
These panties of his are expensive and caresses his curves just right, but fuck did he want them off right about now. He wouldn’t even complain if Archivist tore them to pieces, if only it means he shoves either his tongue or his dick into him right afterward.
Preferably his dick, because Legatus needs to be filled up to the brim and if there’s one reliable thing about Archivist other than his sweet words and sense of loyalty to those he cares about, it’s his massive cock that stretches Legatus perfectly and rams into the deepest parts of his body, making him cry out with moans. He wants to be taken apart so badly but refuses to ask for it.
Archivist’s face is flushed and his eyes shut from behind his glasses, absorbing himself in the task of lapping up the juices that have soaked into the panties. His long bangs fall into his face and still with closed eyes, he brings up a hand to brush the hair back.
For someone who locks himself up everyday to read stories and organize files, Archivist has quite the pronounced musculature on his arms. And even though he’s laying on his front so Legatus can’t see much of his torso except for his buff arms and puffed out chest, he knows for a fact that Archivist also doesn’t skip leg day. His whole body is built like a Greek god and Legatus wishes it didn't hold such power over him..
A soft hearted man with a gentle demeanor, yet he sports a body that looks like it could tear him in half.
Legatus gulps, and something hot stirs in him at the thought of it.
“I‘ve always loved how sensitive your body is for me. So reactive to my every little move…Do you act so responsive with everyone else you lay with?” Archivist asks in between long licks, teasingly kissing and stroking at his clit through the barrier of his panties. It's some stimulation, sure, but definitely not enough.
Legatus is confused. In all honesty, he’s never fucked anyone other than Archivist. The fact that he assumed so is surprising.
“I don’t kiss and tell, Archivist.” He was going to leave it at that, but something deep down is urging him to share a little bit more, so Legatus does, “…Besides, I’m not fucking anyone else. It’s just you, bastard.”
Legatus doesn’t need to see Archivist’s face then to know that he’s shocked.
His kitten licks stop for a moment and Archivist looks up from between his spread thighs, something warm in his eyes, before he hurriedly moves to sit on his knees, bending low once again to hungrily lick and kiss at Legatus’ pussy, a lot more desperate now.
“Fuck…Fuck, yes,” Legatus groans into the air, his fists digging into the sheets under them as he melts, finally getting eaten out like he had been promised. He could do with a bit more rough play honestly, craving the sting of fingernails digging into his skin or teeth biting at his neck but he isn’t going to complain.
Whatever Archivist gives him, Legatus would take with open arms and spread legs.
Archivist sits up between his thighs and Legatus has to bite down on his bottom lip to stop a whine when he sees the fat cock that stands full between Archivist’s thighs, the tip an angry red and a pronounced vein running down the shaft of it. Legatus wants it in his mouth so fucking badly.
There is slick and spit covering Archivist’s face from how he was lapping at the panties. And even now, as they’re both desperate to touch one another and be touched, Archivist still has it in him to slowly slide off the black cotton which Legatus only processes as another form of torturous edging, rolling it down milky white thighs and then across the planes of metal and carbon fiber that are cybernetic legs, before kissing up the sides of his skin.
“You’re so annoying, won’t you just fuck me properly already?” Legatus huffs, unable to hide his frustration. His pussy lips are dripping slick before Archivist’s eyes right this very moment and yet still, even now, nothing is being done about it. He is laying on his back, thighs parted and waiting like a whore ready to be taken, cunt so desperate to be filled that his overflowing juices are sliding down to coat his ass.
“If you won’t fuck me, then I’ll find someone who will,” he threatens, teasingly about to shuffle back and away from the gentle Archivist.
It’s a bluff, he enjoys his bantering and being a brat too much to actually want to leave and stop this session, Legatus knows and he’s just as sure that Archivist would catch on since they’ve done this dance plenty of times before, but when two meaty palms clamp down on his skinny waist and drag him across the sheets, bringing his quivering cunt pressed up against Archivist’s cock, lips hugging the shaft and lubing it with its wetness, Legatus isn’t as confident anymore that Archivist realizes it’s a bluff at all. He isn’t complaining though, as long as he gets that dick in him.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Archivist says, stern, eyebrows furrowing as he cages Legatus in with his sculpted arms, slowly moving his hips to teasingly slide his cock up and down between his dripping lips, covering it in Legatus’ juices.
“What’s this? You’re finally going to man up and fuck me? Gonna use me like the fucktoy that I was always meant to be for you?” Legatus grins, manic. He’s pushing it farther than usual tonight but he doesn’t care. He needs his hole filled up to the brim, brains scrambled from the pounding, and if all he has to do is rile up the Archivist, then that’s no problem for him at all.
Besides, has anyone ever really seen Archivist mad? Legatus would be lying if he said he isn’t a tiny bit curious.
“Careful what you wish for,” Archivist’s flowy hair falls into his face again but this time, he doesn’t brush it back, only staring down at Legatus with a steely look through the wall of soft pearly strands.
He isn’t about to hold back, and it only makes Legatus want him more.
Legatus props himself on one elbow to push his body up from the bed, leaning his face up closer to Archivist’s and smirking at him in challenge. “I know what I’m getting into. Do you?”
At that, Archivist seems either all the more eager or just the tiniest bit irked because just then, he doesn’t bother edging Legatus more than he already has, just allowing his tip to rest at the fluttering opening of Legatus’ open pussy before slamming in balls deep with one deep thrust.
Not even Legatus expected something like that. His back bows as he cries out a loud moan, his legs lifting to loop around Archivist’s back and locking him in, encouraging the pistoning and unforgiving pace of his hips.
Archivist’s cock is massive, this is a fact, but it’s difficult to really gauge what it feels like to take that kind of size until you get the opportunity, and Legatus is torn between feeling sorry for those who will never get to be split open by Archivist, or relieved that they won’t ever get addicted to the sensation as Legatus is.
After getting dicked down like this, Legatus isn’t sure that he can ever fuck a size smaller. He simply wouldn’t be as pleased.
“Fuck,” he bites at his lip to stop himself from being so loud but it’s a failed attempt as his moan only comes out sounding like a low hum, “Ah, you…You feel so good…” Legatus genuinely cannot form words. He already isn’t a very articulate speaker in his day to day life, not like Archivist is, but now? As his brains are getting slammed out of his skull?
He probably looks like a used up whore like this, eyes rolling back and indiscernible sounds coming from his lips.
Even now, as Legatus lies back and takes the rough pounding of a massive cock in him, does Archivist have the audacity to chuckle in the low tone he does, making something in Legatus flutter, as he mumbles, “So tight for me, sweetie. Made to fit me, right?”
Legatus whines, high pitched and needy, and nods dumbly, unable to think of words to form a proper response. “Ah, Archivist…Archivist!” It’s like his name is the only word he knows, the only word he needs.
Archivist’s glasses have slipped down the bridge of his nose and the sight of him is like that of a predator, the gentle Archivist long gone, the waterfall of cream white bangs in his face frame his steely gray eyes that hood over with desire, husky puffs of breath falling from his mouth with every ram of his hips.
“Pretty Legatus…” He smiles, and Legatus cries out again when he feels one of his huge hands fall over his lower stomach, pushing down just the gentlest bit as he chuckles lowly, “Feel that? That’s me deep inside you, princess. My fat cock stretching your pussy wide open, and everytime I slide inside you, your tiny little body tries so hard to fit me.”
A curious sound comes from Legatus’ throat as he weakly pushes himself up again, shoulders shuddering from pleasure as he squints down at himself.
The first thing he’s drawn to is Archivist’s cock, how it slowly slides out of his cunt before mercilessly shoving itself back in, his heavy balls slapping against Legatus’ ass before repeating the vicious cycle all over again.
Thick white cum gathers at the base of Archivist’s shaft, a mix of their wetness as he pumps in and out, and Legatus drools at the sight of it, wanting to gather it up with his tongue and savor it as he swallows it down his throat. He can imagine the taste now.
“See this, sweetie? Look how big I am in you,” Archivist’s voice gets devilishly low when he’s in bed, a seductive tone that Legatus knows all too well, and he feels the soft press of a palm on his lower abdomen again.
Legatus forces his eyes away from the mesmerizing scene of a perfectly curved and veiny cock molding his tiny cunt to its size, and trails up to where Archivist’s meaty hand lay, which makes his body freeze up.
He can’t help it, not when he sees the slight bulge of his abdomen as it tries to accommodate Archivist’s massive size in him. Fuck, Legatus wishes he could snap a picture of this. He wants to savor this forever, this image of himself being unraveled at the seams by one of the sexiest and at the same time, sweetest men he’s ever met.
It has him tightening around Archivist who visibly shudders and bends his head low to hide his face as he groans, “Fuck, princess…Warn me before you seize up like that, gonna have me bust inside you.”
Legatus whines again, falling back onto the plush mattress and lifting his hips up, positioning himself to take the cock even deeper, and suddenly, words come back to him, “Do it. I want it.”
He knows when Archivist is getting close to that edge, when he’s about to shoot a hot load that Legatus always fights to lap up in his mouth. This time, if Archivist agrees, he can have that cum filling his cunt and dripping down his thighs, which sounds even better than just his mouth and throat.
Shocked, Archivist slows his pace and looks up to observe Legatus’ expression, looking concerned, “Are you sure about this, princess? You don’t have to, you know that.”
And maybe it’s because he’s been edged for so long before he finally got Archivist’s cock in him, or maybe he’s just been fucked so good that his brain is not functioning as it should, but as always, Legatus says fuck the consequences and nods.
“Please, inside me. Want all of your cum in me. Maybe I’ll plug myself up afterward too, just to make sure I don’t lose a drop of it,” Legatus’ voice is so breathy and needy, if someone saw him now, they’d probably assume he was programmed for sex and sex alone, a Doll. The thought has his head spinning.
Being a Doll doesn't sound so bad, if only he can live to be fucked stupid by Archivist everyday.
He uses an elbow to prop himself up again, getting the closest he ever has to Archivist today and being the smart and romantic man that Archivist is, he gets the hint, pressing his lips against Legatus’. He wraps his strong arms around him to hug the cyborg soldier close, their sweaty bodies sliding against one another and moaning in one another’s ear as they bring the other to the edge.
“Want it in you, right? Plugging up my cum in you with my cock?” Archivist growls, visceral and hungry, an angry vein in his neck prominent as his hips continue to slam into the pussy squeezing him so perfectly, his hands gripping the hourglass figure of Legatus against him.
Legatus nods weakly, the waves of an orgasm beginning to flow through his body and he goes pliant in Archivist’s arms, unable to take any more pleasure but then he feels a thumb against his clit, forcing a squeak out of his throat.
He’s already being hit by the biggest orgasm of his life but with the added stimulation of Archivist rubbing one of his most sensitive spots, it has Legatus twitching in his hold, tear-filled eyes rolling back and broken moans falling from his puffy lips. "Archivist! Right there, right there..."
As the last ebbs and flows of an orgasm leaves Legatus, he is gently lowered to the bed as Archivist’s hips stutter, his muscles contracting violently as he takes Legatus’ legs and hooks them in his grip, pressing them down against his torso in a mating press as he groans lowly, spilling every drop into Legatus’ quivering wet pussy.
As they both come down from the high of sex, Archivist sighs in exhaustion, slumping over Legatus’ body and humming in contentment as he mindlessly wraps his arms around the slim waist, hugging Legatus close, bringing their faces together. Flustered at the lack of distance and the sickeningly sweet look on Archivist's face, Legatus stares at something else, trying to ignore the way his face burns.
Slowly, Archivist attempts to pull out but he is stopped by Legatus sternly shaking his head, burying his face in Archivist’s warm chest and huffing, “Don’t. Don’t pull out.” He keeps close against Archivist's body, as if trying to mold himself against him.
His senses have started to return to him, Archivist notices, as Legatus is no longer speaking with the whiny and needy tone he used just a few minutes ago when they were moaning one another’s names, but instead, he is back to the usual raspy growl he uses normally, especially while on the job.
“Huh?” Archivist blinks dumbly. Naturally, he mindlessly rubs circles into Legatus’ back, still a little flushed at the feeling of wetness and warmth between their thighs, the fact that their bodies are still connected.
Legatus stands firm with his request, determined to keep them together as he even looks up to meet Archivist’s eyes, “You heard me, Archivist. Pull out and I’ll kill you.” His legs are still trembling the slightest bit from how roughly he was pounded earlier but he keeps his legs slung around Archivist’s hips anyway, crossing them to keep them in that position.
He tucks his head back into Archivist’s chest and sighs the tiniest bit. Not a sigh of annoyance or anger as expected, but one of fulfillment, a rare occurrence for the Legatus.
An amused smile curls onto Archivist’s face and he nods, eyes full of endearment.
People probably wouldn’t think it, but Legatus is incredibly clingy after sex, and Archivist’s chest swells with pride knowing that he’s the only one that Legatus lays with, the only one who gets to know this cute little fact about him.
Archivist waits until Legatus’ breaths begin to steady and his body relaxes against him. It takes a while–Legati are not the trusting type, they don’t even turn their backs to strangers most of the time, but here is Legatus 505 who has just fallen asleep in his arms after laying his body bare to him.
Gulping, he is suddenly struck with the urge to give Legatus a forehead kiss. Archivist doesn’t shy away from the idea, strangely overcome with a sense of joy even just at the thought of it. Attempting to move as little as possible as to not rouse the other awake, Archivist leans down to press his lips against Legatus’ forehead and whispers, “Sweet dreams, princess,” against the soft skin.
Just like that, with his lips barely brushing the Legatus’ skin, they fall asleep, bodies together and hearts beating in sync.