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Yafya has made his intentions clear. He wants Louis or Legosi, preferably both, to succeed him as joint Beastars.
Louis would make a good Beastar, if you ask Legosi, and they’d be an impeccable team but Louis seems to be waiting for something. Legosi isn’t sure what, probably some deep guttural thing Louis can’t formulate into words but which will make all the difference. Louis has strange instincts, not prey instincts, some kind of… There’s no good word for it. But Louis’ gut knows exactly when to surge and when to stand perfectly immovable. Legosi thinks of it like voodoo. He doesn’t understand it but he trusts it with every fibre of his being. Louis’ brilliant mind has never led him astray. Louis always seems to make the right call at the exact right second. It’s like dancing with a typhoon. You have to trust even when it seems like you’re throwing yourself into an abyss with no parachute.
Legosi? Well, he won’t take the position without Louis as his partner. He’s not made for press conferences. He’d do more harm than good without Louis to speak for them. So until Louis moves they are suspended in a delicate balance. Beastars in all but name, secretly backed by multiple people and places, running their own complicated vigilante operations. Sometimes together, sometimes apart, always meeting in a tangled web.
Legosi doesn’t mind right now. He’s still finding his feet in the world of adults. He has a better sense of who he is and what he stands for now but simple things trip him up sometimes. He doesn’t mind having some time to grow up.
Besides, sometimes Yafya’s techniques are too sanitised for him.
Yafya has people watching him, supporting him, holding him to account sometimes. If Legosi couldn’t go rogue and disappear into the shadows he’d never get any work done. Sometimes he needs to go feral in the worst way to make any headway in his projects. His style is a little eccentric but its always been effective.
Today he’s crashed through the glass ceiling of a gang meeting. Ivory dealers. He intended to challenge the head honcho, a foul mouthed gorilla, to a duel but seems Tazo is more interested in taking Legosi out quickly than any demonstration of honour or skill. Okay, fine, messy way it is.
Legosi falls behind a dividing wall, twists, kicks a broken bit of table into a leopard’s awaiting face and while the leopard stumbles back Legosi is about to tackle the next carnivore in line when a bullet zooms past his face, practically sizzling, and knocks the gorilla off onto his ass.
Legosi scrambles back and gunshots start lighting up the place. Not everyone’s shooting at him either so a third party has entered the arena.
Legosi crawls under a table, edging along the wall, trying not to lose anything. He’s bad with guns. He takes bullets well but shooting is too impersonal.
A gorilla tosses Dolph who comes crashing through the table Legosi is under.
They roll over each other, swearing, and Dolph almost shoots him before he recognises his face.
“Fuckface.” Dolph greets cordially.
“Dolph,” Legosi replies with a sore grunt, always fundamentally more polite but certainly appreciating the affection in the tone. “Is—?”
Another bullet sizzles over their ears, close enough to scrape, and thwacks a bull sneaking up behind them with a folding chair.
“Stop slacking off!” Louis voice booms over the cacophony.
“Yep, right, sorry Boss!” Dolph seizes his hand gun and charges back into the fray.
Legosi grabs the folding chair and gives the nearest leopard a sharp hook with it, slogging the carnivore off his feet and doubtlessly into a concussion. Where’s Tazo? Legosi tries to survey the scene, animals brawling, before someone comes charging into his back and tackles him down. His head hits the floor hard and he feels someone arching back to expand their jaws for a bite. He starts to twist but a bullet, ruthless, pops through the Komodo’s skull and they slump off Legosi an instant, twitching, hunk of dead meat.
Legosi kicks the tail away, starts to rise, and Louis skids across the carpet to him yanking him down under cover by his ear. Legosi baulks but follows Louis down, throwing his body protectively over the deer like a looming grey shield and keeping his head while Louis’ hot gun is reloaded against his clavicle.
“Tazo’s trying to make a break for the alley through the kitchen.” Louis informs him. “Charge through the glass wall—” Louis cocks his thumb demonstratively—“and you can cut him off before he hits the getaway car.”
“Thanks,” Legosi pants, surging up.
“Don’t let him get in that car!” Louis orders.
“On it!” Legosi grabs a chair as he bolts.
Chair goes through the glass wall first. Legosi has made that mistake before. Legosi follows it down a short drop into the side street. He’s learnt there’s a real art of falling and landing when you’re a vigilante.
Legosi runs, all galloping strides, and comes around the back while Tazo and his bodyguard and scrambling for the idling car reeving in the back corner. Legosi goes, all eighty kilos of him, into a full body tackle without thinking about how he’s gonna get up or who he’s going to be fighting in his next position. Sometimes you just gotta take those risks.
He hits Tazo and they roll, kicking and swearing, grinding across the slick concrete and trash. The bodyguard swears but Legosi has already reared up, thighs tense, to start punching Tazo unconscious. No one can shoot you if they’re unconscious. Legosi learnt that the hard way too.
The bodyguard lifts his gun, barks at Legosi to freeze, and is promptly shot by Free coming blazing out of the kitchen behind him. The bodyguard is on his knees, swearing, while Legosi punches Tazo and Free shoots the tires out of the getaway vehicle.
Tazo goes limp and Legosi sits back but doesn’t stop till he’s got Tazo on his stomach with both meaty wrists locked in cuffs. Then, only then, Legosi spits up a bloody tooth broken free from his third set of dentures and wipes the sweaty fur out of his eyes.
Louis is out the back, gun ready, in under two minutes while the Shishigumi close up inside no doubt. Legosi gives him the thumbs up, lopsided and bruised. Louis lowers his gun when he sees them secure and, handgun ready in one fist, whips out his cell with the other.
“Yafya? Yeah, delivery night.” He grunts, stashing his hand gun and crossing the cement to take Legosi’s hand. Legosi warbles to his feet while Louis gives out their address and starts detailing, with precision, how many squad cars they’ll need to transport the detainees.
Louis is a funny creature. He insists Legosi come back with him. Louis has several estates but his favourite is a luxe inner city penthouse. They slip through a back door with key cards and exasperated nods from Louis’ regular Horns Co. security as they pass. Louis is all but holding Legosi up, arm hooped around his broad waist, dragging them both into the service elevator. God help them if this got into the tabloids. Legosi isn’t a Beastar, he’s unworthy of the personal attentions of a fashionable CEO, he’s just a thug Louis likes too much. If anyone saw them—
Louis pulls him close in the service elevator, the pair of them facing each other, and Louis buries his face in Legosi’s clavicle all while his firm hands help Legosi stay steady on his feet. Louis inhales, like he’s mapping the scent, and then the elevator dings and they’re hobbling to the penthouse door.
Key, security code…
Louis kicks the door shut behind them with his bad foot. It’s a rough sound.
Louis leads them into the living room and shuffles Legosi to his white faux leather lounge.
“Sit.” He directs.
“I’ll stain—”
Louis shoves him and Legosi tumbles back with an oomph!
Louis shuffles into he kitchen, light of the fridge briefly illuminating the space, and hobbles back with a bottle of champagne and a first aid kit. Louis tosses the first aid kit on the coffee table, pops open the champagne and drinks from the still fizzing mouth of the bottle before climbing into Legosi’s lap with his hand around the neck of the bottle.
Legosi always feels somewhere between tight and drooling right about now.
Louis forces the bottle into his hand and Legosi drinks. It all tastes like sting and sour to him but he knows liquor can soften the dull thrum of his aches and pains so he swallows while Louis opens the first aid kit.
“Shirt.” Louis grunts.
Legosi pulls it over his head and discards it.
It’s amazing how easy this all comes. Back when they were at Cherryton, when Louis was distant and awe inspiring, Legosi could never have imagined being this close would be a regular occurrence. He could never have predicted how their lives would entangle.
They pass the bottle back and forth, taking shallow gulps, while Louis carefully prods and gropes Legosi’s chest, neck and head. He passes familiar, well worn, battle scars and hums over a few new ones.
“Nothing’s broken,” Louis declares. “And you don’t need any stitches.”
“Fucked up my dentures again,” Legosi rumbles around the mouth of the bottle.
“Keeps Gouhin busy.” Louis shrugs and sets about disinfecting the cuts and nicks littering Legosi’s pelt from his various attempts to throw himself through glass surfaces.
Things have simmered down, warm and calm, when Legosi is patched.
Sitting up a little straighter, hissing from an ache, Legosi puts the half empty champagne bottle on the coffee table behind them, leaning into Louis as he moves, and slumps back.
“Kit,” he grunts, hand out.
Louis surrenders it.
“Shirt.” Legosi poses next.
Louis starts to strip, still straddling his thighs.
This isn’t a sex thing. It’s a medical thing. But, damn, no matter how many times Legosi sees Louis shirtless it never gets old.
Legosi rubs up his sides, counting his ribs, telling himself he’s looking for damage but Louis meets his eyes with a wiry smirk and he knows he’s not fooling anyone.
“Louis, do you ever think we’ll do this forever?” Legosi murmurs, looking for bruises and cuts. “Is that even possible?“
“Legosi,” Louis rests his arms around his shoulders lazily, “you’ll do this kind of thing until someone stops you forcibly. You couldn’t live any other way.”
“Heh, yeah….” Legosi murmurs, smile weak.
“What’re you doing?” Louis snorts as Legosi’s hands wander up.
“Checking your antlers.”
“And what do you know about antlers?”
“I know enough about what they usually feel like to know when they’re hurt,” Legosi bickers back stubbornly. Louis just snorts and lets him feel, eyes fluttering closed.
Legosi knows Louis’ antlers now. They always come back a little different after he sheds. How many incarnations has Legosi known now? Three? They’ll be coming up on four before you know it. But they feel velvety and smooth, all polished bone like and just… They’re so pretty. Louis hates when he says that but they are.
Legosi knows this is dangerous in its own special way but what’s the point of doing anything he does if he can’t have these moments with the people he loves? The herbivores he loves?
“Bed,” Louis grunts, swatting his hands away. He always decides when enough is enough. Legosi could map and grope for hours. It’s absolutely not platonic and Legosi isn’t naïve enough anymore to suppose Louis doesn’t return the feeling.
Yet…
This part of them? This unspoken thing?
They’re frozen.
There’s a line they can’t quite cross. Legosi would give anything to tear the wall down, to reassure whatever needs reassuring, but he supposes this is another aspect of Louis’ vicious instincts. Louis will know the exact right moment. Louis will bring all their hard work to fruition when the moment is right. Legosi has faith in that. In this, as in all things, they want the same end.
Legosi sees himself out the service elevator in the morning. The back security always used to look at him and his bloody tracksuit like he suspected Legosi had murdered some rich animal in the building but nowadays the security just waves him out with an appraising grunt. They don’t ask questions. Too well trained for that. But Legosi knows what they’re thinking; someone in the building is a kinky fuck.
Thursday is udon delivery, Friday is laundry with Sebun, a flourish of beautiful normalcy in a whirlwind of absurdity. Legosi likes the simple things. He’d do laundry every day if he could. Just read books at the hybrid kindergarten like his Grandfather. He’s a simple male.
Saturday he puts on the only suit he owns and drinks a couple cans of cheap beer out of the fridge. He’s got to be a little inebriated for the masked ball. It’s policy carnivores get a little wasted to dull their senses and Legosi doesn’t have Yafya to push him past the rules this time. He’s got a connection that gets him through the door regularly but he can’t push too far.
Legosi doesn’t like these things. He’s attracted to herbivores. If he doesn’t know who he’s rubbing against he can’t get it up and fancy liquor doesn’t do anything for him. He’s no hedonist. He’s got everything he needs. But these events are good to scope the wider gossip in the city. It’s amazing what people will let slide at a fancy party. Interesting things, secret things, wicked things…
Legosi rents a mask. His favourite is usually stashed away for him on Saturdays because he’s friendly with the desk clerk. It’s a herbivore mask, with antlers. The mask isn’t fooling anyone. He’s so big and his hands so rough there’s no mistaking he’s a carnivore. His thick tail gives a pretty good indication he’s canine too. That doesn’t matter though. It’s more the symbolism. The antlers are fake; plastic basically, but that’s a good thing. He’s glad no one was hurt making his mask but plastic antlers have nothing on the beauty of real antlers.
Legosi settles down, drink in hand, and listens at one of the tables.
It’s hard to smell anything with his nose obscured and the crowd so thick but—
Legosi perks, fishing his cellphone out of his pocket.
[L: wanna play a game?]
Louis.
[I’m kind of working.] Legosi admits.
[L: At the masked ball. I know. I’m here too.]
Legosi’s tail starts to wag despite himself, blatantly interested.
[L: I’ve been thinking some things.]
[What kind of things?]
[L: Secret things. Find me and I might tell you~?]
Legosi feels his tail wagging more passionately.
It’s understandably hard to track in here. Even if Legosi took off his mask it wouldn’t help much. There’s too many conflicting smells clogging the air. It’s a kind of bottle neck effect. Legosi will have to use his other senses.
He won’t be far from where Legosi is now. He likes to watch after all. Louis also likes to survey his kingdom. Like Haru he has a propensity for high places.
Legosi heads to the mezzanine overlooking the dance floor and booths.
He can see a couple of hunched carnivores leaning into the railing. They have broad shoulders, herbivore masks, but lion tails.
[Am I getting warmer?] Legosi texts.
[L: No hints.]
Legosi knows Louis won’t be able to hide his horns. He looks for those next.
Along the mezzanine there’s a table packed with horned herbivores. Someone’s obviously bought the table drinks. Probably Louis using that Horns money to run interference.
Legosi lingers back, stealing casual glances.
Gazelle, rams, he can see at least three sets of antlers….
[Warmer?] Legosi texts.
None of the herbivores fumble with their phones but Louis doesn’t text back either.
Legosi definitely has eyes on him.
Legosi stows his phone.
He watches the table for another moment, making up his mind.
He gets one shot.
He comes around the table and rests his hand on a pointy shoulder.
The herbivore under his meaty paw startles subtly and turns back to glance at him.
He’s got a carnivore mask on, tiger, but there’s no hiding those horns.
The herbivore twists a little in his seat, ignoring the casual stares of the chattering folk at the table, and sticks his hand under Legosi’s pressed shirt. Legosi isn’t sure what—
Fingers find the scar where that bullet entered his gut.
Wound found, his identity confirmed, fingers smooth over his pelt and slip away.
Legosi offers his hand.
The herbivore, Louis, dumps another hundred on the table and takes Legosi’s hand.
The masked lions flick their tails as they pass but Louis, definitely Louis, waves them off.
Legosi is tugged into a change room.
His mask is tugged off first, fur flustering, and he’s a little more delicate removing Louis mask but he’s not concerned. It’s Louis. He knows it’s Louis.
“Lucky guess,” Louis snorts, pulling him down by his muzzle.
“No guess work involved,” Legosi snorts, tail thumping against the backs of his thighs. “You sit like an emperor. It gives you away.”
Louis snickers and—
Oh—Oh god—
“Legosi?” Louis pauses, frowning softly.
“You kissed me.” Legosi swallows.
“Yeah,” Louis stokes the underside of his jaw. “This is the part where you kiss back, dumbass.”
“Is this--?”
“This is fine,” Louis promises.
Oh…
So it’s time.
They’re doing this now?
Legosi’s head is spinning.
“But why--?” He’s never asked before. Louis’s logic is sea logic; great, unfathomable, urges and instincts. But he wants, just this once, a tiny peak behind the curtain.
“Who else could you pick out of a room like that?” Louis asks.
“Well…” Legosi considers it. “Not many people, that’s for sure.”
“Exactly.” Louis counters.
“Oh…” Legosi digests.
“Kiss me.”
“Right!” Legosi scrambles to comply, pressing Louis against the mirror of the changing room. They’re surrounded by curtains on all sides bar the wall where the mirror sits.
Louis slides his hands up the sides of Legosi’s face, pressing his thumb at the junction of his jaw like pressing a button to make his hesitant mouth open and then Louis’ tongue is sliding against his fangs. Legosi grips his hips, hunches down to kiss him firmly, and tastes Louis’ saliva as his tongue twists in his mouth. Hot, hot—
Louis pushes up onto his toes and Legosi needs much less permission to slide his hands down and pull Louis up so the deer’s legs are tangled around his hips tightly. Louis’s arms hook around his shoulders in the next second, hand squeezing his scruff, and Legosi just can’t stop kissing him. His breath comes hot and thick out of his muzzle as Louis’s fingers tangle in his curls and Louis’s ankles lock against the small of his back.
“Ah hem.” A polite masked ball official coughs loudly outside the changing room.
They don’t stop.
“Sirs.” The official repeats. “We have cameras for security purposes. If you are not interested in returning to the party you will need to leave the venue.”
Which is very nice code for ‘don’t fuck in our change rooms, please’.
Louis scoffs against Legosi’s muzzle, laughing softly, much too pleased with himself and Legosi manages to call over his shoulder.
“Y-yeah of course. One sec.”
Legosi lets Louis down gently.
“Should we--?” Legosi lets Louis grab his tie and tug him out of the change room like a dog on a leash.
“Your place.” Louis murmurs up at him. “I want to go to your place.”
The hidden condo isn’t exactly luxurious but its an uncontaminated space. It’s Legosi’s den. No one will bother them there, no scents will conflict with theirs, and if Legosi is honest? What male wouldn’t want his mate in his den? It’s only natural.
The cab ride back is quiet, Louis leans into him, trying not to bump him with his antlers. Louis’s fingers trace his knuckles and there’s something innately dirty about how completely Louis maps his knuckles and fingers. Every touch is a message, a promise, and Legosi gets hotter with every painful second he has to sit still and quiet in the back seat of the cab. He just wants—
“That’ll be forty.” The cab driver grunts back at them.
“Keep the change.” Louis orders, tossing a fifty through the Plexiglas slot and pushing Legosi out of the car.
They practically fall into Legosi’s apartment. Legosi finds himself whining, guttural and canine, as he fumbles with the keys in the lock and Louis tries to shush him but has a hard time in between snickering. Legosi just wants to get the damn door open so he can—
So he can what exactly?
He’s sure Louis will set some parameters.
The door opens!
Louis grabs his wildly swishing tail and—
“Shh!” He orders, laughing still despite his sternness.
Legosi pulls Louis inside.
This feels right.
Legosi, more than anything, always wanted a moment like this to feel natural and right. So many people make inter-species romance out to be something filthy, obscene, shameful but this? This doesn’t feel like that. Not in Legosi’s heart. So how can it be wrong?
Louis locks the door and kicks off his expensive shoes while Legosi drags the futon out in the dark. He so badly wants Louis to be comfortable.
He’s simmering with so much electricity he doesn’t notice Louis is behind him until the deer grabs his shoulder.
“Lie back.” Louis orders.
“You must—”
“Shut up for once,” Louis snorts, shoving Legosi back and climbing atop him.
Legosi feels his throat go dry.
His hands, too big and sweaty, settle nervously on Louis’s thighs through his pants. Louis smooths his hands across Legosi’s still covered chest and leans down till they’re kissing again in the almost perfect darkness.
It occurs to Legosi that Louis can’t see as well in the dark as Legosi can but, then, he supposes even herbivores are comfortable doing this in the dark…
Louis kisses him, firm, wanton and Legosi can’t help the way his arms wrap around Louis. He’s heart feels like it’s going to pop out of his chest its so swollen with delight. His cock meanwhile—
Louis slides his tie free and starts unbuttoning Legosi’s shirt fearlessly. They’ve done this before, sort of, their tongue just weren’t in each other’s mouths last time they touched each other like this. They have a guise then- looking for wounds- but this is totally without pretence. Louis just wants to touch.
Louis spreads his shirt open, feeling his taunt muscles, running his nails through the pelt…
Legosi arcs, desperate, pulling Louis down tighter.
Louis’s mouth shifts and—
Legosi’s hips buck the second Louis’s teeth dig into his undamaged ear.
It’s like a chemical reaction. It’s instant. He almost bucks Louis clean off him but Louis clenches his thighs to hold steady and laughs.
“So that’s a yes, please continue?” Louis teases.
Legosi grunts, too far inside his gut for words.
Louis leans back down, closer than ever, his neck over Legosi’s face and his teeth dig into Legosi’s ear while his fingers pinch at Legosi’s hardening nipple.
Legosi moans, hips bucking, and grinds Louis down into him with a big, meaty, hand grabbing hard at the deer’s ass.
Louis sounds much too pleased with himself when he purrs back.
Legosi gropes up to the hem of Louis’s shirt and starts tugging. Louis seems amused by his roughness but bats his hands away. Sitting back Louis undoes a select few buttons and then, in a single movement, pulls the shirt over his head and flings it into the darkness. How does he even do that with antlers? Sheer witchcraft no doubt. Legosi growls, deep and thick, and runs his big hands up Louis’s frame with a new appreciation.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” Louis murmurs, encouraging his hands to roam.
“No,” Legosi admits with a hoarse voice, he’s so distracted by pheromones.
He’s not even a little hungry. It’s worse than that.
“Then we do things my way.” Louis instructs. Pretending as if they were ever going to do anything Louis didn’t put his explicit seal of approval on. What a joke…
“What do you mean?” Legosi rumbles, rubbing his thumbs into Louis’ hips as the other grinds down into him distractingly.
“No doggie style—”
Legosi rips out a terse whine—
Louis bops his nose. “Relax.”
“But I want—”
“I’m going to ride you,” Louis purrs pointedly.
“Oh…” Legosi moans, breathless.
“Deal?” Louis snorts.
Legosi nods stupidly, grunting.
Yep, that’s fine. He can deal with that.
So long as he gets to feel Louis’s heat around him he’ll do anything.
“Good,” Louis murmurs, shifting down Legosi’s thighs a little.
Louis’s nimble fingers find his belt buckle. Legosi inhales sharply. There’s a surge of razor sharp nerves. Has Louis ever been with a large carnivore? Legosi can’t imagine anyone else has ever been this lucky. What if Louis doesn’t like it? What if--?
Legosi’s aching, throbbing, cock pops free.
It’s certainly not conflicted, that’s for damn sure.
Louis moans and, with zero hesitation, wraps a slender hand around the shaft and---
“Oh fuck—” Legosi hisses, eyes rolling back.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.” Louis laughs, somehow sexy. Maybe that’s cause he’s stroking Legosi’s slick, dribbling, cock? “Fuck, I want you. I want to feel you in—”
Legosi moans so loud it reverberates through his whole chest, hands clasping Louis’s thighs again. He’s totally going to black out if they keep this up.
“Can I—?” Legosi lifts his head, panting.
“Yeah,” Louis shifts.
Louis sprawls back on the futon for a moment and Legosi’s big, stupid, hands are shaking and rough when they scramble with the buttons on Louis’s dress pants. Legosi buries his face in Louis’s neck, trying not to scare him, trying not to be too abrupt, trying—
Louis laughs again, dreamy and happy under him. He’s not afraid. He’s not in pain.
Legosi relaxes, just a little, and tugs Louis’s pants down.
Smooth thighs, thick pelt…
Face buried Legosi slides his hands up and feels how Louis’s fur starts to lengthen, just a little, into curls around his groin and—
“Ah—” Louis hisses.
Legosi freezes.
“Good sound.” Louis explains quickly. “Good sound. Don’t stop.”
This will be so much easier when Legosi knows all of Louis’s perfect sounds.
For now he gropes a little. Louis is hard too. He feels hot in Legosi’s hand.
Louis rocks up into his touch and Legosi inhales his scent. This is a new smell. Thick, pungent, perfect. Legosi wants to bury himself here. Legosi doesn’t ever want to leave.
His other hand gropes down, feels the brace of Louis’s prosthetic—
“Leave it,” Louis whispers.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” Legosi lifts his head.
“Ne-need—” Louis swears as Legosi strokes him. “I need the knee to get traction when I’m on top. Leave it this time.”
“Right,” Legosi wheezes. “Do you need to--?”
“Want to help?” Louis tempts.
“Oh…” Legosi moans. “Can I…?”
“Yeah.” Louis drags his nails between Legosi’s shoulder blades. “Lube?”
Legosi leans over Louis, hands shifting away, groping in the little box under the window.
Legosi likes the consistency of lube when he jacks off. He even has stuff for sensitive herbivore skin because he likes to imagine— Well, you know…
Legosi sits back between Louis’s thighs.
Louis is pretty clear even without using words.
Legosi has looked at plenty of porn since the object of his obsession shifted. He sort of gets how this works in theory but—
Another gasp from Louis that he twists into a more guttural sound as Legosi’s fingers bottom out.
Fuck, Louis’s so hot inside…
Hot, hot, tight, alive—
Legosi can’t imagine thrusting into this perfect molten heat. He’ll die. He’ll go feral.
“Don’t stop…” Louis orders.
Legosi is helpless to that kind of command.
If Louis wants it, well, that’s more powerful than even Legosi’s own lust.
Louis takes three fingers, almost four, it’s obscene. Legosi marvels how his hips roll and his thighs twitch and how his breathing hitches as he strokes his own cock. Legosi could watch, with lurid fascination, for hours…
“Lie down.” Louis orders.
Legosi is in his own dreamworld, curling his fingers, testing inside Louis and—
“Ah, fuck, Legosi—” Louis snaps and moans all at once. “Lie back.”
Legosi still doesn’t quite move until Louis shoves him shakily.
Legosi does however help Louis climb onto his hips as he sprawls onto his back. Louis straddles him, sitting up into his legs and grasping Legosi’s shaft directs the head of his cock until it’s nudging that hot, wet, hole and—
Louis’s moan is guttural, almost savage, but thrilling as he sinks down.
Legosi’s eyes roll back into his skull.
So hot. So tight. Fuck, fuck—
Louis settles, full.
Legosi pants.
Louis pulls his hands up onto the deer’s hips and lifting himself starts to ride Legosi hard and steady.
Legosi wants to control himself, wants to stay calm and docile, but he grips Louis and starts pulling the other down onto his cock. Up, down, up, down—
It’s suddenly a lot less Louis and a lot more Legosi’s strong hands setting the pace.
“Fuck…” Louis moans, hand slipping around his own cock. “God, fuck…”
Legosi is going to lose his mind.
“Don’t knot.” Louis warns, panting and bouncing in his grip.
Little late for that.
Legosi wants to be good, he does, but it’s so hard to think.
Louis leans into him, one hand grasping the fur on his clavicle, the other stroking his own cock and Legosi fucks up into that perfect heat. They seem to be breathing together, everything slick and precise. Louis feels better than Legosi could've imagined in a dozen dirty dreams. Louis takes him so well. Louis rides him proud and fearless and—
“Legosi,” Louis moans, “careful.”
“S-sorry—” Legosi manages between moans.
Legosi bounces Louis a little faster, a little harder, so close—
He can feel the base of his cock swelling.
He’s trying to be good.
He doesn’t want to push Louis’ body too far. Louis isn’t built to take it. It’s okay, it’s—
Legosi’s hips buck up and Louis grinds down and the knot pops in without much conscious input from either of them.
Louis chokes, spluttering into a scream that doesn’t sound distressed. It sounds wild.
Legosi looses it.
He holds Louis against him, moaning, swearing, stuttering and growling and cuming hard.
Louis is shaking but Legosi can feel the rush of Louis’ own cum against his stomach.
Legosi goes painfully limp, sagging.
Louis sits on his hips, stilling, panting and seems to collect himself.
Legosi tries not to move. His cock is so oversensitive and his knot is still swollen inside Louis. Louis rests into his hands, hands on Legosi’s chest, and catches his breath testing the ache between his legs with subtle shifts of his weight.
“Are you okay…?” Legosi whispers, haggard.
“I… I think so…” Louis admits, obviously a little surprised.
“I’m sorry,” Legosi promises. “I should’ve—”
“No, don’t, It’s fine.” Louis insists, shifting just so. “It… it actually feels really good. I could get addicted.”
Legosi moans despite himself.
“How long…?” Louis murmurs.
“Few minutes,” Legosi estimates vaguely, honestly he has no idea. He’s heard some guys can knot for almost twenty minutes when it’s really good.
“God, your cum is all lodged inside me…” Louis laughs, obviously loving it.
Legosi feels his hands flex against Louis’s thighs. Fuck that shouldn’t be so hot…
“Can you help me—” Louis shifts a little.
“Of course,” Legosi promises helping Louis unclasp his prosthetic.
It’s a little awkward but they get it off without tugging at the knot too hard.
Louis slumps forward, resting into Legosi’s chest, and Legosi wraps both arms around him.
He draws circles into Louis’s back.
He feels…
He’s so happy.
He feels weightless.
He doesn’t have a care in the world.
They’ll deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.