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This is how Wrecker likes you, curled up in his arms, your soft sleeping breath tickling his skin.
Sex he can get anywhere. There’s never been a shortage of willing partners, though sometimes he felt as if he was a novelty, just another thing to be experienced and moved on from.
You haven’t gone anywhere, and now he has you down the hall.
You’d come to his room tonight just to talk, lying on the bed together, and he’d regaled you with their most recent exploits, which hadn’t been that interesting until the unexpected appearance of the local crime boss. With the placement of some well-timed explosives, they had managed to complete their assignment and get away unscathed, but Tech had been annoyed with their incomplete information at the start. Wrecker had just been happy to blow things up.
If he notices that you rarely talk about what you do with your days, he doesn’t mention it, so when his story is finished, you lie together in quiet contentment.
“Oh, a new dumpling shop opened,” you remember. “We’ll have to go check it out. Tomorrow, if you’re free?”
He grunts his agreement, and soon he feels the heaviness in your limbs that signal sleep. He wonders if Tech will come looking for you later, but for a little while you are here, and he savors it. Your breath is a soft caress against his skin lulling him into deep relaxation.
He wakes up suddenly, the lights still on, but the blanket of darkness outside is complete. You shift next to him. His bed is not large, but you both fit, if barely. He likes having you here, not that you come often.
He likes you being all his for a little while.
You shift again turning toward him. He changes position to meet you and then, when he feels your leg partially slung over him, realizes his mistake when the little bit of contact your thigh has with his cock, even through his briefs, starts making him hard. He groans in protest, which, of course, makes you move again, arm pressing to his chest. He tries to stay still, but the heat of your body begins to permeate his own. Just a little pivot of his hips rubs his growing erection against you, not enough to do anything, but enough to feel good.
He’s aware of how hot your core is, snugly pushed to his hip, and he can’t contain another little moan.
“Mmmmm…Wrecker,” you murmur in your sleep, your hand splayed wide over a pec, but when you start sliding it down his torso, you brush over a nipple with your fingers, and he can’t stifle his noise of pleasure, which brings you further into wakefulness. Your hand keeps moving over his belly, resting over the outline of his erection.
You open your eyes, smile at him. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he answers.
“You’re sweet, Wrecker.” Your smile is lazy, still full of sleep. “And I think it’s cute how you don’t notice when people flirt with you.”
“What?” This isn’t the drowsy conversation he was expecting.
“You and Crosshair and Tech. People flirt with you all the time and none of you seems to notice. When–” you laugh. “When I met Tech I practically had to say ‘want to go upstairs and fuck’ before he realized what was going on.”
Your hand moves a little, still just lightly cupping him. You yawn, arch your back a little to stretch. “It’s a good thing I’m not particularly jealous. I know how people look at you, Wrecker. I see how they practically lick their lips when you walk by, showing off your strong arms, flashing that delicious smile. My big flirt.”
He wonders if it’s true, if people are looking at him, sizing him up. “‘M not showing off.” He turns to you, pulling you closer against him. Your hand moves to his hip.
“You can’t help it. You’re just you. So friendly and enthusiastic and kind. Everyone can tell what a catch you are.”
You stroke your fingers over the scar on his cheek, trace his mangled ear. He feels heat rising to his face. You kiss him gently, arms wrapping around his neck. He shifts, his thigh sliding between your legs. He groans, rolling you both so he’s on top as you grind against his leg.
“Can I…help you with something?”
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, then takes your hand, guiding it down to his desperate erection.
“Mine,” you whisper.
And he is. He loves you so much, feels so safe with you. He wishes he could have more time with you, but he knows that you give him what you can. He wants to lie in your arms just as often as he wants to make love to you.
Your free hand strokes over his scalp before pulling his lips to yours. You push him up until you’re both kneeling on the bed, followed by a flurry of activity as you help each other out of your clothes.
He holds you so he can feel your skin against his own, your soft body against his hard muscles. His lips tickle your neck, his hands cup your breasts, fingers tweaking nipples. Every little sound you make in response fuels his lust. You break away, guiding him to lean back so you can bend forward and take the head of his cock into your mouth. He watches, fingers in your hair, as your lips close over him, as your tongue tastes the smooth skin at the head and teases into the slit, and he’s gasping because seeing you do this is somehow as exciting as feeling you hot and tight and wet around him.
You come back up to kiss him and then turn in his arms, back to his chest, and bend over, your ass teasing his cock.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his hand running down your spine. He can feel goosebumps rise from his touch.
“Please, Wrecker, please,” you beg. “Go the way you want, but do it like this.”
“Won’t…won’t last long.”
“Probably for the best, unless you have lube in here.”
He does not. Carefully, he lifts your hips and teases the head of his cock through your labia, collecting your excitement. He holds himself right at your opening, pressing just a little but not sliding in. He knows this drives you crazy. You try to push back, but his grip on you is firm.
“Said how I wanted it,” he reprimands. You still but answer with a whine. He moves his hips, letting a little more breach you, listening to your whimpers and heavy breaths. “Gotta be good for me. Gotta take my whole thick cock.” You’re almost sobbing now as he finally slides in.
He loves watching his cock enter you, loves seeing it disappear inside you and reemerge glistening, likes touching his fingers to where your bodies join, collecting your wetness and tasting you.
You try to rock back, and this time he lets you. Let’s you fuck yourself on him, watching you–feeling you– making him crazy with lust and need.
You’re so tight around him. So hot. He has to be careful not to give in to his body’s desires, to plow into you, to sheathe himself fully inside you, worried he’ll hurt you, even when you tell him it doesn’t matter, that being sore for a few days is worth the pleasure of now. You’ve stopped begging for that, goading him with your filthy words, and let him have you the way he wants. Sometimes, though, you want the same thing.
Wrecker bends forward. You both like this position because he can fill you better than in any other, and you love feeling stretched to your limit. He has to wait a moment to collect himself, your muscles throbbing around him not helping at all. He takes hold of your hips again, pulls almost all the way out, then pulses slowly back in, waiting…waiting. You moan wantonly as his cockhead finds your g-spot. Tech taught him all about your body, how best to make you come.
He watches as your hands clutch at the sheets, listens to your sounds, thrusts carefully at that sensitive spot, while his fingers find your clit.
“Oh, Wrecker, yes, just…just like…Oh, gods, Wrecker. Please, please.” Suddenly you’re crying out, muffling yourself with a pillow, and you’re unbelievably tight around him. He can’t ignore that, can’t hold back. He needs you, needs this. He’s still careful not to thrust too deep, but he pounds himself into you, keeping hold of your hips.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he groans, before pulling out and fisting his cock. “Roll over.”
You do, and he moves so he can come on your belly and breasts. His orgasm feels unbridled as it courses through him, leaving him completely spent when the last drop of cum drips onto your body. He has to stay still for a few moments to recover before he is sure he’s steady enough to move without toppling over on you.
He’s careful, gentle, as he cleans you, before lying down and collecting you again into his arms.
“Thank you,” you whisper. “I feel thoroughly and wonderfully fucked.” He’s both proud and embarrassed. You roll into him, head under his chin. “You deserve everything, Wrecker, whatever you want, you should get.”
“Got you.”
“For as long as you want me,” you murmur, already falling asleep. He lifts your chin to kiss you then watches your eyes drift shut.
“Love you, Wrecker,” are your last words of the night.
Wrecker used to have nightmares that he was falling. He used to buck his body in his sleep and sometimes thrash his arms. Tech said he almost completely stopped after you became a regular part of Wrecker’s life.
He watches you sleep, the rise and fall of your breasts, your long dark lashes fluttering on your cheeks, the way you always seek warmth against you.
He curls around you, protective, still a little worried that Tech will come and take you away.
In the morning, you’re there. You lie quietly together, your fingers tracing random patterns on his skin, until you hear stirring in the hallway and get up to join everyone.
“Wrecker and I are going to try out the new dumpling place for lunch if anyone wants to come. We’ll probably go to the museum first.”
Tech declines, as does Hunter, though both ask for food to be brought to them if it turns out to be good. Crosshair always goes wherever you go even though he never seems interested in the place you’re going once you’re there.
You walk between the two of them, and Wrecker uses his body to block the cold wind.
He looks at Crosshair, who is smiling and laughing about something you’ve said. Wrecker doesn’t ever remember seeing Crosshair so relaxed.
“I think,” you say. “That in a few weeks, everyone’s schedules permitting, we should go to my cabin. You had a good time when you went, didn’t you, Crosshair?”
“Mmmmmm…not as good as Echo.” Wrecker can tell Crosshair is teasing you, even before you poke him hard in the ribs. “Yeah, Wrecker will like it.”
He smiles as he picks you up and swings you around, almost knocking over Crosshair in the process.
Of course he’ll like it, Wrecker thinks.
As long as you’re there.