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“Oh shit wait actually? Y/N you freak!” Ava shrieks from down the hall. John was headed to her room to offer some of the dinner he made, Alexi said she and Yelena were most likely hanging out together. Her comment made him pick up the pace to see what was happening in there. John hears you and Yelena laughing at the top of your lungs. He peeks his head into the cracked doorway.
“Come on! If you’re going to slut shame me, find something freakier to shame me about. Eating ass is like one of the tamest things I’m into!” You yell back. Yelena doubles over and looks like she’s about to pass out if she doesn’t take an actual breath soon.
“What the fuck did I walk into?” John asks loudly as he steps into Ava’s room. His presence is apparently the funniest thing in the world because Yelena falls face first to the floor in hysterics.
“Oh you know, just some light ice breakers. Team building and all that.” You say sarcastically, “Care to join us?” You wink and pat the spot on the floor next to you. John ignores the way his neck warms up. Yelena regains herself and speaks before John can form any real response in his head.
“Ava needed advice for a… lady problem. One thing led to another and now we’re talking about the hottest sex we’ve ever had.” Yelena giggles a few more times and wipes tears from her eyes. “Ava thinks Y/N eating ass is the most sinful thing ever.” She bursts out laughing again.
“I don’t think it’s the most sinful thing ever!” Ava defends herself, “I just wasn’t expecting him to be so open about it.” All three of your faces are bright red from a lack of oxygen.
“You so don’t eat ass.” John huffs in disbelief. He had heard of rimming, but he didn’t think that was something people actually did. His first impression of ass eating was from a homophobic 12 year old so that definitely played a factor in his more prudish view on sex. But John was a grown man now- he’s had sex multiple times for Christ’s sake- but he still wasn’t convinced anyone actually liked eating ass. Or getting their ass ate. Surely it couldn’t be that good.
Your face scrunches up into a confused glare. “Um, I’m sorry? Have we had sex before?” Your question makes him choke up. It’s his turn to be bright red. “Because how the fuck would you know what I like to do during sex? I’m sorry you’re so vanilla that the thought of anything other than penis-in-vagina makes you clutch your pearls. I can’t imagine how boring sex with you must be.” Your tone is light and teasing. John knows you aren’t trying to actually attack him or anything. Ava and Yelena tease him plenty, they’ve poked fun at some sore spots enough that John knows not to take everything personally. But he’s feeling a different kind of flustered now, he wants to squirm under your stare.
“Right, well… There's dinner in the kitchen. So, yeah. I’m just gonna, yeah.” John stutters and awkwardly backs out of the room. As he heads down the hall, he hears all three of you crack up again and talk over one another about how embarrassed he looked. John ignores Alexi’s question about why his ears were so pink.
Later that night, John lies awake uncomfortably thinking about what he’s learned about you. So you like to eat ass? Okay, no big deal. You’re a grown man, too, you can have sex however you want with whoever you want. Even if it includes you eating someone’s ass. Eating John’s ass? Wait, wait, wait, stop. John isn’t into men, why’s he getting hard thinking about you prying his legs open and licking deep- and okay, that’s enough of that! John derails that train of thought with an aggressive headshake. He feels so stupid, why is this keeping him awake? John has learned about many different kinks and ways to have sex as he grew up. He and his ex-wife tried out a few kinks once or twice. Some things he liked, some he didn’t. So why does it feel like this information is frying his brain? John starts to feel antsy and he decides to head to the gym for a midnight run. Hopefully he can tire himself out enough to sleep for the next year or so.
One of the gods must enjoy making John suffer, however. He’s not the only one who needed a workout in the middle of the night. You’re in the boxing and hand-to-hand combat corner, shirtless. You must’ve been at it for a while, your whole torso is shiny with sweat and your hair hangs in loose, damp curls on your forehead. John, seemingly mindlessly, walked up to you. Your back was to him and John admired the way your back and shoulders stretched and flexed with each hit to the bag. He side stepped to avoid being elbowed in the face and nearly drooled at the sight of your large bicep inches from his face. What the shit was wrong with him?
You finally notice John and stumble in surprise at how close he was. You take one glove off and pull out an earphone. “Fuck, you startled me. I didn’t hear you come in.” You’re breathing fast, John has a hard time not starting at your chest. “What’re you doing here so late? Couldn’t sleep?” You pick up a towel from a nearby bench to wipe your face and neck. John wonders what your sweat tastes like.
“Uh, yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” John repeats dumbly. He blinks some awareness into himself. “Um, I mean, nervous energy. Or something. I was going to try running it out.” John swallows harshly, his tongue feels heavy.
You nod sympathetically. “Yeah I get that.” You side eye him strangely as you gulp down some water. “Hey, if you felt weird or uncomfortable earlier, I’m sorry. Yelena and I had a few drinks together before Ava invited us to her room. I didn’t mean anything by what I said, we were just in one of those kind of moods, you know? Sorry if it made you feel weird.” You look at him so genuinely, John feels like a disgusting pervert for his earlier thoughts.
He steps back and rubs his hands together, suddenly feeling very shy. “Oh no, I didn’t- I wasn’t uncomfortable. You didn’t weird me out or anything.” He gives a half hearted chuckle and tense smile. “I was just caught off guard, I guess. Didn’t think you were into… that.” He mentally scolds himself (Stop talking, just go to a treadmill, or leave. I should just leave).
You smirk at him curiously. “Why are you so shy about it? Is sex really that taboo to you?” You wonder if there was any religious influence- maybe John was raised to believe sex only happened between a married man and woman for the purpose of procreation. You definitely know plenty of people with that mindset.
John really wishes he hadn’t said anything, wishes he had turned around when he first saw you in the gym. He feels like he’s being dissected by your eyes. And he hates himself for not hating the feeling. He really doesn’t want to get into these unfamiliar emotions right now, especially not with you, but he can’t stop himself from speaking. “No, sex isn’t taboo to me. I’m not… shy… about it. I just- I don’t know. I’ve never thought about any of my teammates having sex. So it was, shocking I guess, to learn what you’re into.” John bites his tongue to shut himself up.
You step closer to John and he tenses up. He’s trying real hard to keep his face neutral and collected. “Walker,” your voice is deep and irritatingly smug, “why does this have you so worked up? You can be honest with me, I won’t judge you.” John would rather be shot than be honest about why he’s all hot and bothered. But then you reach out and stroke the back of his hand and all his resolve shatters.
“Fuck. I’ve just never thought about… rimming.” He cringes at himself but he’s too far to back out of it now. “I didn't think it’d actually feel good.” His breathing is uneven and he’s flushed. He knows he looks pathetic right now but he can’t bring himself to look away from your intense gaze.
“Well,” you say slowly, rubbing both of John’s hands more firmly now, “if you’re ever interested in trying it, seeing for yourself if it feels good, I would be happy to show you.” You offer a small, comforting smile. John’s certain he’s about to burst into flames. “Only if you want, of course. Or we could forget this conversation ever happened and go back to just being casual coworker friends.” You chuckle nervously and bite your lip. John doesn’t think he’d ever be able to look you in the eyes again if you pretended like this never happened. He’s in too deep now. So John does the only practical thing and kisses you. You pull back and grab John’s shoulders. “Wait- wait- hold up. Are you saying yes? I need to know you actually want this. I don’t want to mess anything up.” You sounded so desperate it made John whine.
“Yes I want this. I want you to show me.” John wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you back into him. Your hands slide down his sides and grab his hips, pulling him closer to you. Your tongues are quickly in each other’s mouths, swallowing every moan. John hesitantly grinds into you, you react by grabbing his ass and encouraging him to do it again. John starts to feel lightheaded. It’s been so long since he last kissed anyone like this. He pulls away from your mouth and lays his head on your shoulder. John’s hands roam over the expanse of your bare chest and arms. The thought of tasting your sweat returns and John easily gives in to the urge. He licks down the side of your neck and sucks on your collarbone. John moans at the salty taste and pushes his hips harder into your own. “Can we- can we go somewhere else? Somewhere private?” John’s legs feel shaky and he isn’t too keen on the idea of someone walking in on him like this. You grab his hand and quickly lead him to the elevators. Once you press the button for your level and the doors close, you crowd John into a corner. Your hands are on his ass again, his in your hair.
“Shit, John, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” You pant against his open mouth. John moans and sucks on your bottom lip. “You’re such a tease and you don’t even know it. Parading this gorgeous ass around in your tight uniform. You deserve to be eaten out as often as you want, baby.” No one has ever spoken to John in this way. A few years ago, he probably would’ve socked a man for talking about his ass like that. But now? The thought of you eating John out whenever he wanted was almost enough to make him cum in his shorts.
“You need to prove you’re as good as you seem to believe, first. I’m hearing a lot of big talk but I’m not convinced you actually know what you’re doing.” John goads and traces your lips with his fingers. Your eyes are dark and hungry, it fills John with excitement. The elevator doors open and you tug John towards your room. You lock the door behind you and shove him onto the bed. John yanks his shirt over his head as you reach for his shorts. He’s been hard and leaking for a while now, there’s a wet patch staining the front of his boxers. You lick your lips and groan at the sight of John Walker spread out on your bed, hard and flushed, waiting for you to shove your tongue deep in his ass. “How- how do you want me?” John's voice is timid, it’s all suddenly hit him what he’s about to do. What you’re about to do to him.
“Turn over, on your knees.” You stroke John’s back and hips as he turns himself over and gets situated on his hands and knees. His face feels like it’s on fire. As embarrassing as being in this position is, John is thankful he doesn’t have to look you in the eye anymore. You hum and lean over John to kiss the back of his neck and shoulders. John’s head drops and he forces himself to take deep breaths. You continue to kiss down his back; once you reach his lower back, your fingers dip under the waistband of his boxers and scratch the sensitive skin there. “I need to hear you say it one more time. Do you really want this, John?” John bites back a frustrated sound.
“Yes, Jesus Christ. I want this. Stop making me wait.” He huffs and hides his face in his arms. You chuckle and rub his hips soothingly before slowly inching his boxers off. John’s ass really is gorgeous. One of the perks of being a super soldier you guess. You place a kiss on the top of his ass and squeeze at his cheeks. John groans more at the anticipation than the sensation, he can handle this, he thinks. Until you grip each cheek and spread him open, biting the thick meat of his ass. John gasps and goes taut when he feels your tongue lick a solid line up his hole. Oh shit, that was really good actually. You do it again and again. Just simple licks over his hole, pressing a little firmer with your tongue on each pass. John’s body relaxes and his legs spread a little wider. You chuckle from where your face is buried in his ass, but before he can whine about your teasing, you scoot closer and spread his cheeks more. You full on spit on his hole and John squeals at the feeling. One of your fingers comes to rub your spit around and gently press into his hole. John feels his breath get punched out of him. He tries to stay still, but it’s a strange sensation. He doesn’t know if he wants to pull away or push back against your finger. You barely breach him before your tongue replaces your finger. And Jesus forgive him, this is really good. Your tongue circles his hole before slipping in. The nasty and wet sounds of you forcing your tongue into him is enough for a little bit of cum to drip out of John’s dick. His legs are quivering.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Holy hell.” John whimpers when he feels your lips kiss and suck on his hole. He shamelessly pushes back against your face and quietly begs, “More. More. Please, oh fuck.” John doesn’t know how he’s supposed to ever have traditional, vanilla sex again in the future. Your tongue has opened up all new sides of him. Literally.
“Such a good fucking boy.” Your voice is so rough John can feel it vibrating deep within him. “So fucking good for me. God, I want you to sit on my face.” You moan while sucking hickies into the backs of his thighs. John agrees quickly, desperate for you to keep tongue fucking him. You pull back and slap his ass hard. John outright sobs and his dick leaks more cum onto your bed. Jesus H Christ. Who knew he’d ever be into being treated like this during sex? But the lingering sting in his ass is addicting. You lay yourself next to him and lift his head from where it’s been hidden in his arms for the last few minutes. His eyes are teary and pitiful. “You still with me, Walker?” You ask and pet his hair out of his face. He gulps audibly and nods.
“Yeah, just- just give me a second. I feel a little lightheaded.” He laughs weakly and leans into your touch. You slowly manhandle him to lay on top of you. John feels so small in your hold, it’s not something he’s used to. You stroke the sides of his face and pull him into a slow, gentle kiss. Your lips are swollen and John can’t get enough of them. He adjusts himself on your lap and brushes against your still clothed erection. You gasp quietly into John’s mouth. John sits up to properly grind on you. His own cock is flushed red, throbbing, and continually dribbling cum. You grab his hips to move him in time when you grind up into him. The pressure on his dick has John crying out in relief. A well aimed thrust drags your cock over John’s exposed hole and he doubles over from both the rough stimulation and the mental image of being filled and fucked by you. “Okay- wait- stop. I’m so close.” John’s whole body is trembling. He tightly grips the base of his cock and tries to breathe his way out of cumming too early. Once John calms down enough to look up at you, he feels delirious. “Can I sit on your face?” He whines. “Please? It feels so good.” If he wasn’t so turned on, John would die of humiliation from begging to sit on your face. But he swears, if he doesn’t get your tongue back in his ass soon, he’ll actually cry out of frustration.
“Get up here, pretty boy.” You beckon him with a crook of your finger. John has never moved so fast, he’s hovering over your face in a split second. Your arms wrap around his thighs and yank him down onto your waiting mouth. John does cry then, not out of frustration, but from how deep your tongue is able to reach from this angle. Tears leak from his eyes, he hiccups and whines. John grips your hair with one hand and desperately rides your face. His other hand shakily reaches for his dick. It only takes two firm strokes for John to cum. He moans pathetically as his legs give out and he sits his full weight on your tongue. You simply spread his cheeks as much as you can and shove your face impossibly deeper into his ass. You’re quickly overstimulating him, though, and John throws himself off of your face. He falls onto his back, gasping for breath. You lean over him and giggle at his wrecked state. “Was it everything you hoped for and more?” You ask tauntingly. John rolls his eyes and lightly smacks you away.
“Shut up.” He can’t wipe the smile from his face, though, and laughs a little. “Holy shit. That was probably the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“You’re welcome.” You get another smack for that. You grab John’s hands and pin them next to his head and kiss up his neck, biting his earlobe. “I meant what I said earlier.” You growl in his ear, “That you deserve to be eaten out whenever you want.” John whimpers and shivers under your hold. “There are so many other ways I can make you cum. If you’re ever interested.” John’s head spins with graphic thoughts of the positions you could put him in. He nods wordlessly. You hum, content with his response for now, and lazily suck dark bruises into his throat.
John enjoys the attention until your teeth graze his Adam’s apple. “Wait, don’t leave any visible marks! I’ll never hear the end of it from Ava and Yelena.” John can already hear what kind of teasing remarks they’ll make. You wholeheartedly laugh and pull John up from your bed. You lead him to the bathroom and the two of you step into the shower. You kiss softly as you wash each other’s bodies.
It’s early morning by now, the sky beginning to brighten with the rising sun. John cuddles up to you in your bed and you kiss the top of his head. As John finally slips into the sleep his body was running from hours ago, he hopes to fall asleep like this every night.