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Bare feet kicked up onto his partner’s knee, MacCready leaned back in the chair at their kitchen table and idly flipped the page of the comic he was reading. Gavin was chopping various fruits and vegetables in preparation for their dinner and Mac enjoyed the quiet filling the air around them both.
Days like these were rare where they could just sit and do domestic stuff and be still. It was warm, shorts and tank top kind of weather, and the settlement beyond their walls was moving sluggishly in the summer heat. The only people seemingly unaffected by the sun were the children who continuously tore around the place in giddy excitement. MacCready could hear them now over in the playground and just knew that whatever scream-laugh inducing game they were involved in was the result of some scheme cooked up between Duncan and Shaun.
The chop chop chop of Gavin's knife against the wood was a nice rhythmic backdrop to MacCready's casual reading and he shuffled his crossed feet deeper into his partner's lap. He probably could've dozed off if it wasn't for the sweltering weather making him feel like he was melting.
Gavin paused in his chopping of ingredients and dropped a big hand down to hold one of Mac's feet. His thumb casually ran up under the arch and over his toes and Mac looked over the top of his comic to see his face.
He was a beautiful thing. Dark tanned skin, made even darker by the summer, and dark brown eyes beneath a nest of curly black hair. His almost full beard wrapped around his strong jaw where the muscles twitched with an ever present grin.
Right now, his pretty face was impossibly darker with a flush as his eyes looked down at MacCready's feet on his knee. His hand brushed over his heels and crossed ankles before running back up to his toes and gently brushing over them. MacCready wasn't ticklish but the careful touch made him twitch. His hand ran back down his foot and over the lower half of his shin with a kind of reverence that still took Mac by surprise. They'd been together a long time now and even still, Gavin would touch him like he was something precious and priceless.
He lifted one foot into the palm of his hand and started to push the knuckles of his other hand into the arch, making his toes curl forward which he then gently straightened out again with his fingers. He ran his thumb from his heel all the way up to the ball of his foot before running it back down with more pressure.
He got like this sometimes in quiet moments. He'd distract himself with some random part of Mac's body and run his hands and fingers over it until he knew every inch of his skin by heart. MacCready wasn't going to complain. He liked the attention and got touch starved so so easily.
When Gavin had first touched his bare skin it had been just after a fight with some raiders that had managed to get a bullet in his leg. He'd been bleeding badly and, even though Gavin was just doing first aid, the feeling of his warm palms on his thigh had been electric. Since then, he'd find excuses to have the man touch him:
“Hey, boss, can you check this bruise on my back? Think it needs a stim?”
“Sorry, I'm too short, give me a boost?”
Every time, Gavin would grin at him and do as he asked. Warm hands on his skin or holding him up by his thighs to reach a shelf or ledge. Eventually, Gavin would touch him without Mac having to come up with a random excuse. He'd run a hand down his spine, link their fingers together as they wove through the crowds of Diamond City, and use his bigger body as a shield against enemies.
He'd felt guilty, at first, thinking about their dead wives and what they might've thought about this silent budding relationship. About what their sons might've thought. But, the world hadn't imploded, their kids hadn't screamed, and angry ghosts hadn't risen out of their graves to punish them the first time they'd kissed. Their little found family smiled and laughed as if they'd been waiting for it to happen for ages. So, MacCready allowed himself to enjoy it. To enjoy the way his life had ended up with this big dark man who simply accepted him and his son into his home. This big man who cooked them dinner and hummed little tunes and ran his warm hands over his skin. Who called him love and sweetheart and Robbie.
Said hands were finding invisible points of tension in his feet and gently working the knots out and Mac let his head fall back at the release in the pressure he hadn't realised was there. He spied the half done ingredients still waiting to be chopped and snorted, “You're meant to be getting dinner ready, Gav.”
His hands stilled for one brief second before continuing his careful massage, “Hmm, how am I meant to do that when you're here distracting me with all this bare skin?” His hands ran up his bare legs and stopped just by the hem of the shorts he was wearing. They weren't the shortest, nothing like what Cait liked to wear on hot days, but they stopped just above his knees and rode up a little when he sat down.
“I can leave.” As if he'd ever get up when those hands were running back down to rub at his feet again.
“Don't you dare.”
He kept one hand on him as he turned back to the table with the cut fruits and vegetables. He smirked when he picked up a small piece of Mutfruit and popped it into his mouth before he grabbed another piece. He brought the fruit to the skin on the topside of his foot and ran it over the ridge from ankle to toes. Then, he bent his head and licked the wet sweet stripe left behind.
“Ew! Gavin, that's -” Gavin ignored him as he pressed the fruit hard into his heel before lifting his foot and sucking away the mushed remains and juice from the area, “Gav.”
“Yeah, love?” He picked up another piece of fruit.
“What are you doing?”
He used his whole hand to grind the Mutfruit into the arch of his foot and then licked and sucked it away. Mac's whole foot bowed with the sensation and he flushed at the look on Gavin's face. Eyes dark and dilated, face blushing with a wicked grin on his face as his pink tongue ran over the side of his toe, “I'm eating my dinner, Robbie.”
“Fuck.” He shuffled in his seat to push his foot closer but also not sure as to where this was going to go.
“Language, baby.” He ran his teeth over the sensitive wet skin and Mac tried to pull his foot away. Gavin grabbed him by the ankle to hold him firm and groaned as Mac's other foot pressed harder into his thigh for leverage.
Gavin had kinks and had managed to walk MacCready through the majority of them throughout their relationship. Mac took it in stride for the most part; being tied down or tying Gavin up, using hot dripping wax, blindfolds and toys Gavin made, but he'd never had so much attention on his feet before. He wasn't sure how he felt about it as Gavin adjusted in his seat to bring the foot on his thigh closer to his crotch even as he pressed his mouth to his other heel.
He squirmed in his seat when his toes brushed the growing hardness beneath Gavin's pants as the man pulled his leg closer so that he could take more of his foot to his mouth. He laved his toes with his tongue and pulled them into his mouth as he rolled his hips against the pressure his other foot was putting on him.
He pulled his face away and sighed into the arch of his foot as he pressed his other harder against his dick. Mac could only watch, wide eyed, as his tongue rolled over his skin to be chased by his thumb with a harder pressure. His hips canted forwards again and he grabbed Mac's shin to lock him in place for something solid to rub against.
Mac felt his dick twitch when those dark eyes met his from behind his ankle as he pressed an almost gentle kiss there, “You want me to stop, Rob?”
Mac never wanted Gavin to stop no matter what they were doing; talking, fighting, fucking, or working through one of Gavin's new kinks. He never once asked him to stop when his fingers trailed over his chest and into the back of his pants. He’d never once asked him to stop when Gavin had first laid him out and spread his legs. Never once told him to stop when his hands were tied behind his back and suspended whilst Gavin rocked into him. Gavin had called him a sub once and he didn’t fully understand what that meant. All he knew was he liked it when he pleased Gavin and got told he’d done a good job. Or when Gavin moaned that he was beautiful into his ear or when he was told he was perfect as his mouth was fucked. It sent shivers down his back and Gav would know just what to do to make him careen over the edge into a babbling mess.
This was one of those times. MacCready could feel it in his gut with the way Gavin was looking at him. It was one of those times where Gavin would push his authority to see how far MacCready would bend. To see if he’d done well enough to be called a good boy.
Mac shook his head and Gavin grinned that wolfish grin as his teeth grazed his foot again. The hand holding his other foot to his crotch moved and popped the button of his pants before lowering his zip. He pulled himself out and Mac’s eyes locked onto the already hard and dripping prick. He was big, like the rest of him, and Mac had once had a brief flicker of worry about being split open by it. He swallowed as Gavin pressed his foot against him and Mac briefly shut his eyes at the feel of the hot flesh beneath his heel. His eyes shot back open when Gavin mouthed at him again and pushed his foot into the coarse hair of his beard.
“Push harder, love.”
He moaned loudly when MacCready tensed both his legs and pushed against him. His warm breath ghosting over his ankle on one foot and a sticky bead of pre-cum wetting the tip of his toe on the other.
Gavin swapped feet then, the one by his mouth going down to his dick and the other being brought up. It was Mac’s turn to let out a little moan when Gavin licked his own cum away with a kind of feverish desperation, “Again.”
Mac pushed again and Gavin sagged a little forward with his teeth and lips dragging over his foot with a ragged gasp of breath, “Again.”
He pressed even harder, painfully, and saw his dick leak even more. Gavin moaned louder as both hands grabbed at Mac’s thighs and then he whispered out, “Good boy.”
There it was. That shock of electricity down his spine that pooled in his belly and shot straight to the tip of his dick as it hardened in his shorts. He pushed with his feet again as Gavin moved the one from his face down to sit beside the one pressing against him. He cupped them both and pushed his dick between them as he rolled into the pressure. His cum was collecting on his skin and easing the way for his prick with an easy glide as he slowly fucked. His whole body leant forward over Mac’s legs as though he were bowing to him and kissed at his knees and thighs with breathy little gasps.
The sounds he made, the reverence he showed, the love in his eyes as he glanced up at him from beneath his lashes, was enough for Mac to roll his own hips and groan in frustration at the complete lack of friction there. He ran a hand down his own belly and delighted in the way Gavin’s eyes followed the movement all the way down to the waistband of his shorts. He shifted the elastic down and freed himself, hooking the fabric beneath his balls and wrapping a hand around himself.
Gavin thrust harder into the little tight space his feet had made as he watched Mac work his dick in time with him, “Fuck, Robbie, you’re so pretty.”
He preened at the praise and lifted his hips to push the shorts all the way down to where Gavin grabbed the fabric in his teeth. He skirted his free hand beneath the hem of his tank top and shuffled it up over his belly to his nipples. Like Gavin, he grabbed the fabric in between his teeth, and then let his hand roam over himself whilst his partner watched as he continued to fuck his feet. Gavin moaned and licked at the skin just inside Mac’s knee, “So good to me, love, wanna fuck you so bad right now.” Mac nodded as he continued to fuck his own fist, “You gonna let me fuck you? Right here in our kitchen?”
Mac nodded again with a breathy little whine. Gavin sat up and pushed his feet, slick with cum and wet with spit, off him, “Get on your knees and turn around for me, sweetheart.”
Mac did as he was told as quickly as he could, turning on his knees and holding tight to the chair he’d just been sitting on. He felt Gavin move behind him as the big man knelt and shuffled Mac’s shorts all the way down and bunched them by his knees on the hard floor. He shifted MacCready’s legs so that they rested on the improvised padding and then pushed his hips forward so that his arse was open and bare for him.
MacCready gasped when he felt Gavin’s thumb push something wet and slightly sticky into the small of his back just above the cleft of his arse. He felt the liquid trickle down over his most sensitive skin all the way down over his hole and to the skin just behind his balls. Gavin pushed his thumb again and Mac heard him rumble low in his throat as more juice created little rivulets over his heated flesh.
He almost choked on his own gasping breath when Gavin's tongue licked a stripe over the mess on his back. He was held firmly in place, big hands almost wrapping all the way around his waist, when Gavin’s head moved south to chase the little rivers of sticky Mutfruit juice all the way down. He twitched and tried to push himself against his partner’s face, the hair from his beard scratching and creating a delightful contrast to the soft wetness of his tongue, but was stuck still. Gav licked and sucked at the skin behind his balls and then slowly dragged his tongue up. He flicked and rolled it against his hole and MacCready whined desperately.
“Please, Gav. No more teasing.”
His hands held him tighter as he hummed against him. His tongue rolled languidly and slowly and Mac moved one hand off the chair to palm at himself. His hand was suddenly bat away, “Hold onto the chair, baby. Be a good boy for me and be patient.”
He whined again at the words and pushed his arse back as much as he could to get more friction. He wanted to cum so bad. Needed to. He didn’t know how Gavin had so much self control to be able to drag things out like this. Before they’d gotten together, Mac had always been as quick as possible with his fist to chase the satisfaction of an orgasm before snapping back into high alertness. Gavin forced him to be patient. To take his time and enjoy the aggravating delay and denial of his finish. It drove him crazy but also drove him wild. He wanted to be good, wanted to make Gavin drag it out as long as he could before forcing them into a high and collapsing them both into a tangle of warm heavy limbs and skin.
One hand left his waist and dragged over his hip and down the back of his thigh. He brushed over the skin of his knee as his tongue pressed at his hole and then, as his tongue pushed inside, Gavin grabbed the heel of his foot and squeezed it with a groan so loud it vibrated through him. MacCready cried out and his foot jerked in Gavin’s grip as the man lifted it up by his already bent knee and adjusted himself to slot it between his legs.
His tongue fucked in and out of him as he pressed his dick into the arch of MacCready’s foot. His other hand held him tight by the waist and Mac could do nothing but balance himself on the edge of his chair and allow it. He gasped and moaned and wished for more as Gavin rode his foot with his own moans that shot through Mac like hot spikes.
He cried out in frustration as the tension that had been building in his belly was cruelly torn away as Gavin pulled his tongue out of him. It was almost bordering on pain the way his dick strained and leaked and begged to be touched. He breathed heavily through his nose as his foot was dropped to the floor and more fruit juice was dropped over his searing skin. Gavin chased it all with his mouth and Mac gripped the chair with white knuckles when his legs were spread wider to accommodate Gavin's head slipping underneath to suck the juices from his balls. He jerked forward when his tongue licked up his dick as three fingers were pushed inside him all at once.
“Ah! Gav…fuck!” He cried out when those fingers curled inside him and pressed relentlessly at his prostate.
“Good, let me hear you.” He felt his breath over the skin of his prick and dared to glance down. Gavin was looking up at him with his tongue flicking little kitten licks over him.
He curled his fingers again and Mac shivered as his other hand came round and grabbed his dick hard to stop him from finishing. He felt the tears prick at his eyes as shockwave after shockwave was forced through his body as his partner dragged his fingers in and out of him. Torture. Pure blissful agonising torture.
“Please, boss. I can’t.”
“You can, Robbie, look at you taking it like the good boy you are.” He sobbed out a whine as his nails scratched at the cushion of the stool. Gavin spread his fingers wide inside him and ruthlessly dragged his hand up his dick, “You taste so sweet with juice all over you, you know. Like a dessert.”
His back arched as every single nerve lit up. He could feel every muscle tensing over Gavin as the man continued to work him to the brink over and over again. Until finally, finally, he pulled his fingers from him and shuffled out from between his legs. Mac took the brief moment of respite to take in a breath as he felt his dick leak out onto the hard floor beneath them.
He had been expecting the press of Gav’s dick and nearly cried when he felt his foot be stroked once more. He glanced over his shoulder before pressing his forehead against the chair in annoyance as he saw Gavin casually running his fingers with a piece of fucking Mutfruit up his arch again. He watched him bend and twitched as his tongue licked the juice away. He started stroking himself as MacCready whined out his protest. If Gavin finished now then he’d have to wait longer before he fucked him into nothingness.
Gavin smiled as he met his eyes and tilted his head to one side. Mac bit the inside of his cheek to keep from swearing at him. His dark eyes flickered back over his foot and up along the length of his legs and then to his arse. His hand followed the trail his eyes had made, thumb pushing against his hole but not entering, and Mac pushed back to try and take him in. Gavin chuckled and licked his hand before palming himself again to make himself slick enough for Mac to take him with as little resistance as possible.
He lined himself up and Mac relaxed his head fully against the chair in begging relief as Gavin wrapped his hands around his waist again. Then, in one hard forceful push forward, Gavin filled him up to the hilt. Mac cried out and clawed at the chair as it scooted forward with a screech as his whole body was forced over it.
Gavin didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and rammed himself back in with a loud slapping of skin meeting skin. Mac held on for dear life as his foot was once again lifted and left him balancing precariously as Gav pushed it up to line up against his arse.
“God, fuck, love. Look at you all bent over for me.” He ran his hand over his foot, pushing it into a point like a dancer as he rammed his hips harder into him.
Mac couldn’t reply as stars erupted behind his squeezed shut eyelids. Every pass of the dick crashing into him relentlessly was hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves and forcing every breath out of his lungs in ragged pulls. He could feel it building. He was so close after the teasing building so shouted out in barely concealed rage when Gavin stopped moving his hips.
“No! Gavin! Fucking finish me off!”
A cluck of his tongue was his only reply as his thumb ran over his foot again. A sweet twist of pleasure and pain as his other hand pinched at his waist, “So impatient today. Makes me wonder if you deserve it.”
A slow roll of his hips and Mac whimpered into the cushion of the chair, "I'm sorry. Please, let me finish.”
“Better.” He let his foot drop again as his hand came round and envelopes his dick, stroking it in time to his slow deep thrusts, “Show me how bad you want it, Robbie.”
It took all his strength to lift himself onto his elbows and push back against him. He felt his hand release his waist and rest in the dip of his arched back, “You can do better than that.”
He canted his hips forward, shaking with the effort with the dick splitting him open, before rocking them back again. And again. And again. He heard Gavin groan as he watched the roll of his back muscles where the skin was visible below his rucked up top and it urged him to move faster. To please him.
He slammed himself backwards and groaned at the feeling of the dick rearranging his insides. He dropped one hand to his belly and couldn't help his head dropping again at the feeling of the slight distention there when Gavin was fully seated inside. God, he was so big inside him. He'd never felt so full before Gav came into his life. The feeling increased when Gavin worked his hand up to his neck and pulled him up so that his back was against his chest with his head tilted back on his shoulder. His leg was moved up so his knee balanced them on the chair and he was fully impaled as gravity forced him down.
Gavin's hand pressed Mac’s flat against his stomach and moaned low in his ear as he sucked at the sensitive skin there, “Next time, I'm gonna see how full I can get you. Would you like that?” Mac nodded dumbly as Gavin used his propped up leg as leverage to lift him up before dropping him down again, “Yeah? You wanna be all soft and round with me?”
“Yes, shit. Do it.”
Gavin rocked into him, grunting through the effort, and Mac felt the heat burning through him again. He'd let him finish this time. He had to. He couldn't take it anymore. Every inch of his skin felt like it was dancing on a live wire. Only Gavin could do this to him. He'd never been fucked so good before and he got to do it whenever he wanted now. He lifted his hands and grabbed at Gavin's hair, chest and belly stretching out as he felt himself rumbling towards the edge. Gavin pulled on his dick again and he went still as all the tension crescendoed. Gavin fucked him even through his stillness and silent cry before it erupted over his muscles and nerves as he came over Gavin's knuckles.
He fucked him through the aftershocks and then through the overstimulating moments that had him clawing at Gavin's scalp. Gavin groaned and bit at his neck as his hips snapped up and down. Then, both his hands shot to Mac's hips and yanked him down as close as possible as he spilled inside him. Mac, tears down his face through the delicious sparks of his oversensitive insides, cried out as he felt the warm gush filling him up from his lover. Gavin twitched and shivered against him as he slowly brought them down to a more comfortable position but didn't pull out, simply letting Mac sit in the hollow of his hips as he stroked down his sides and kissed gently at his neck and shoulders.
Once their bodies had cooled and the floor became too uncomfortable, Gavin lifted Mac off him and moaned at the sight of his cum dripping out of his arse, “Fuck, Robbie.”
Mac found his ruined shorts and wiped himself down with a grin, “I didn't know you could do that with Mutfruit.”
Gav laughed and kissed his face before standing and turning back to the still waiting ingredients on the table. He shook his head and lit a cigarette before handing it over to Mac who hummed happily as he started to wander off to find something new to wear, “I think we'd be better off eating in the hub today, love. Doubt the kids will appreciate eating this now…”
“Save the fruit for later, at least.” Mac laughed as he disappeared down the hallway.