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Heists going wrong were nothing new to Crimson, although it didn't happen very often. Things hadn't gone all too well for the imp this time around leaving him hurt and stranded on the other side of Greed with no choice but to take the train home. It was a choice Crimson wasn't looking forward to making.
It was no small secret that Crimson hated taking the train but it wasn't for the reason you might think. Most of the passengers riding the train were sharks, particularly tall sharks, or at least taller than him. The idea of being stuck crotch level in a tight space with a bunch of sharks was something that solidified Crimson's idea on gay shit. He didn't see how anyone could find that shit enjoyable.
Despite Crimson's struggle with riding trains, Alessio had it pretty easy. Being taller than most sharks Alessio didn't have to deal with any dicks in his face. It was something he tried to sympathize with but Crimson always argued he just couldn't understand, that he had it easy. Alessio couldn't help but agree.
"I got our tickets sir.. it should only be an hour ride." Alessio explained, watching the imp carefully with a bit of concern. "How's your leg feeling?"
"Not too damn good.." Crimson muttered, following Alessio into the train. "Let's just get this shit over with."
Something about being stuck crotch level with a bunch of sharks always made Crimson feel like something of a cheap whore, especially when one of them would bump into him. As Crimson tried to make his way through the crowd, hoping to find a place to sit and rest his leg, he ended up getting hit in the face with multiple clothed dicks. The whole ordeal left the imp feeling past the point of being uncomfortable. If he were a lesser man he probably would have just bit their dicks off to teach them a lesson.
The closer Crimson got to Alessio, the shark began to take note of what was happening and how uncomfortable the Crimson looked. He had already managed to find a seat, unlike the imp. A part of the shark worried about one of the men hitting Crimson's leg and causing more bleeding than there already was.
"Crim!" Alessio called, trying to gain the imps attention over the noise filled train.
The imp was barely able to look up before he was shoved, right onto the floor by Alessio's feet. Crimson had never been in so much pain even as he ripped the bullet out of his leg. If someone deserved to be mounted on his wall n that moment it was certainly the fucker who pushed him.
A strong pair of arms came down on Crimson, lifting him off the floor and onto a more comfortable place. It took Crimson a moment to bypass the pain and realize where he was and what was happening. Alessio had picked his ass up off the floor and seated him comfortably on his lap.
"You okay, Crim?" Alessio questioned, tightening the bloodied bandages on Crimson's leg. "That looks bad."
"Stop touching it.." Crimson hissed painfully, fighting through the pain to look around. "Fucking hell this place is crowded.."
"You can just stay here if you'd like.. I'm sure keeping the weight off your leg could do some good." Alessio reasoned, his worry for the imp showing through. "And you wouldn't be stuck with your face in a man's crotch for the next hour.."
As much as Crimson was displeased with Alessio's phrasing, he knew the shark had a point. He'd rather be stuck on his right hand's lap rather than trying to avoid getting a stranger's dick in his face. This seemed like his best option under the circumstances.
"Fine." Crimson agreed, shifting around to make himself comfortable for the ride and ease the tension in his leg. "It's gonna be a long ride.."
Alessio was quick to learn that there would be a different kinda ride then the one Crimson was expecting if the movement kept up. The friction Crimson had created by shifting around had gained an unintended rise out of the shark, one Crimson unintentionally kept adding too.
With every move the imp made, the more pleasure Alessio would receive until he was left with a not so little problem. Thankfully Crimson hadn't noticed but there would be no doubt he would soon enough if the movements kept up. Alessio knew he had to say something.
"Crim.." Alessio hissed out, trying to keep everything together. "Sit still.."
Unfortunately for Alessio, his request only gained more movement. He knew Crimson wasn't good as following directions, but just this once he wished he would. It almost felt as if Crimson was purposely teasing him and as much as Alessio enjoyed the idea, they were in public.
"Crim.." Alessio repeated, almost warningly. "I'm really gonna need ya to stop moving so much."
"The hell's your problem?" Crimson whispered, shifting once more until the shark grabbed his hips putting an end to the movements. "What are you-"
Alessio's hands were tight around the imps slim frame, desperate to keep him in place. That's when Crimson heard the panting and began to piece things together, realizing exactly what was happening, but that didn't stop him from demanding an explanation.
"You can't just go moving like that on a man's lap, Crim.." Alessio explained, trying to phrase things carefully. "Just try and sit still, will ya?"
To avoid the awkwardness of the situation laid out before him, Crimson decided it was just best to ignore the situation. He didn't want to think about the fact he had accidentally given his right man a hard on nor the fact he found a sense of enjoyment in it. He knew he had power over the shark as he sat on edge. One move and Alessio would be done for.
However, before Crimson could truly decide what he wanted to do, the train decided for him. There were many places in greed that the train system wasn't the best with broken down tracks that formed one hell of a ride. It was then that they reached a patch of those tracks and by then any hope of staying still was thrown straight out the window.
The rumble through the tracks sent Alessio into a world of ecstasy that the shark hadn't experienced in a very long time. The patch of track was enough to get Alessio teetering on the edge of completion but it unfortunately ended before he could have reached that point. This left Crimson with a feeling of satisfaction especially when he heard the shark's quiet whimper of desperation that followed.
Crimson sat smugly on the shark's lap, unmoving just as he had been asked. It was the one time that Alessio wished Crimson wouldn't follow directions. He knew better than to ask, but he was desperate.
"Crimson.." Alessio breathed, wondering if asking was really worth the risk of getting himself ended. "Crim.."
"Oh lookie we're here.." Crimson pointed out, glancing at the window as the train pulled to a stop. "Come on Ale.. Let's get the fuck outta here."
All Alessio could do was follow the imp, taking him back to the estate. As desperate as he was, he knew that there would be relief soon.
Crimson wasn't a fool as he knew exactly why Alessio locked himself in his room after they returned home. There was a sense of satisfaction that remained from it and a single desire to cause it again and again.
Maybe taking the train wasn't all that bad.