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The water was wonderfully hot, steam filling the space aplenty, but not quite at what I would consider scalding.
After a rather lovely dinner with the Hex this evening, I broke off early for a long shower following a particularly hectic day of missions. It was a moment to relax, decompress, let my skin soak under the raging shower head above. Even though most of my working hours were spent inside a Warframe, it still took a toll on my body, mentally and physically. I had spent time since coming to Höllvania on restoring my body to some form of physical strength—years of purposeful neglect catching up in the form of constant exhaustion—and it really did help in my day to day activities.
Speaking of…
I could feel his presence not far outside the communal showers, the distance gradually closing and his void song becoming clearer to my ears. It was pretty easy to find Arthur amongst all the other noises in the ether since we were so attune with one another, and it definitely wasn’t very hard to subtly send some little thoughts his way if I wanted to engage in something particularly pleasurable.
His footsteps were surprisingly light for an amalgamation of flesh and metal, but still noticeable enough to not hide his presence from me. I heard the distinctive noise of the door to the communal showers open and then close behind him—the loud click of the lock latching into place. He then followed directly to the stall I occupied at the end, a soft knock on the door.
“Does my sweet lovely Drifter need some help in there?” His voice was so low, already in that gravelly state I craved endlessly, a shiver down my spine from the sound of it alone.
“Oh? Did I happen to ask for some help, my love?” I crooned, face tilted towards the door that Arthur stood behind. He knew the game I was playing, I could feel it in the air around us.
My ears caught the low rumble from deep inside his chest at my question.
“Darling, it’s quite difficult to focus on dinner conversation when you’re sitting across from me occasionally suggesting some of the most filthy ideas straight into my head,” he practically purred, hearing the slide of swordsteel finger tips along the outside surface of the shower stall door.
My smile grew wide across my face, no trace of denying Arthur’s claim. There was a reason I had been helping Eleanor tune out certain voices within the void. Mine happened to be pretty easy to recognize and didn’t take too much time so far to exclude from the cacophony she heard at all times. It was a way to help her slowly find some sense of peace—but also a way for me and Arthur to have even more privacy for things like this.
I happily hummed as I washed out the rest of the conditioner from my hair.
“Did you still need my help then, sweets?” Arthur knew our little game too well to know that I would ever refuse such an offer, but I liked to play along and mess with him a little.
“Trying to insinuate I’m a helpless little thing?” I couldn’t help but tease back. It was simply too much fun. A long, meandering sigh escaped Arthur, his weight now leaning on the stall door.
“Oh, I know you’re anything but helpless, love,” he crooned, hunger building in that low voice of his, “but an old bloke like me can’t help but ask to be close to such a cheeky little minx.”
Oh, he’s good.
“I suppose I wouldn’t mind the company,” I answered, walking towards the stall door and undoing the lock to see my ever-doting Protoframe looking right down into my eyes, hunger so clear in his. Arthur didn’t hide the way his eyes then wandered down over my naked curvy body, my pink hair sticking to my features and falling long behind me. A low growl was barely audible over the running shower water behind me.
He stepped in, barely an inch or so between us, closing the door back behind him and latching it shut. It only took a few seconds for him to completely cover my naked form with his large arms, pulling our lips together into a deep, quite rough, kiss. Almost immediately our tongues were twisting around one another, bodies flush as he pushed us forward a few steps to retreat under the hot water. Arthur knew I sincerely loved these deep, all-consuming kisses. The way we would get utterly lost in each other, my mind gifted a moment of peace by only being able to focus on him and where we connected. All too soon our mouths parted, leaving me panting under the almost-unbearably hot water, his mouth still so close to mine that our breaths touched each other’s lips.
“Can’t get enough of you, sweets.” Arthur’s voice was very coarse, only slightly audible over the running water, the words simmering against my face.
I kept our contact close, refusing to budge from where I was in his arms.
“I could say the same, Arthur,” I whispered back, edges of my lips curling as Arthur leaned his head forward to trace his tongue along my neck. My back arched, toes squirming under me at the wonderful sensation rippling through my body. He took the second of distraction to guide me fully against the back shower wall, the hot water still mostly falling over us.
“What could have possibly brought this on—oh!” I knew the answer to my own question, even as Arthur interrupted it to nip and suck along that delicate skin of my neck. A few little moans escaped my lips in the process.
“I think you know exactly what brought this on, Trouble.”
His old nickname for me never failed to ratchet up the need deep inside me—that part of my brain always wanting to tease him and push all the right buttons to get Arthur to play rough. I giggled, hopelessly enjoying every little touch, nip, and glide of his tongue he offered me. My arms shifted upwards, hands far enough along the back of his neck for my nails to run along that seam of where metal meets flesh—one of Arthur’s very sensitive spots.
“You drive me absolutely mad,” Arthur breathed against my skin, the words barely audible over the running water, “but Sol—the things you do to me. I don’t think I could ever stop.”
He moved his mouth downwards along my neck, heavy groans leaving those plush lips with every playful rub I offered against his body. I was having entirely too much fun teasing this man, but I just wanted more and more, to see him as hopelessly lost to lust as I was. Arthur was too consumed in the moment to notice when a little piece of my consciousness, an echo of myself amidst the void, had slipped into his own mind. I pulled at that special bond of ours, calling his attention to my stare. He immediately realized what I had done.
The smile on my lips only grew.
“Why don’t you provide a little show for me, my love?” I suggested, my pink hair wild and askew under the constant spray of the shower. My smile curled even more at the sight of the blush that coated his cheeks.
“Oh, you’re positively wicked.” Arthur’s voice had dropped low—so rough and coarse and gravelly—my thighs tensing at that wonderful sound.
His hands reluctantly moved away from my body, the tiny bit of transference helping guide his swordsteel fingers back to his torso, fingertips tracing the contours of his own changed form. I watched him follow those lines down towards the seam in his groin, myself fully leaning against the wall and now mostly out of the spray of water. My eyes left an otherworldly glow coating the confined space inside the shower stall, giving the current scene an ethereal quality to it.
I guided his fingers to rub along that sensitive seam, coaxing his cock out with only a few light touches. When he freed himself, it was clear that Arthur was pretty hard and ready from the get go—his flesh and metal fused dick already jutting out, no doubt only being turned on more from the current slip of control I had over his body. I realized pretty fast in our relationship that Arthur seemingly had a bit of a… kink for transference, his body reacting instantly to any time I took over or exercised the smallest bit of control. For someone who was so resistant to the idea of another person controlling his body, he was surprisingly reactive to it. There was a certain gleam to his eyes as he focused on me, instinctively licking my lips with the lightest purr at the lovely sight before me of the large Protoframe I could bring to his knees as soon as I gave the command.
“I know you can feel how much I want you right now, sweets,” Arthur nearly growled, his jaw visibly tightening as I held him right where he stood. I only smiled back, a light giggle from behind closed lips as I enjoyed the view.
Eyeing his hands again, I guided them back to his heady cock, sliding his swordsteel fingers along its sides. Arthur closed his eyes shut, little crinkles at the edges as he tried to keep it together. A long groan pushed out from deep inside his chest, the sensations we currently shared pulling out an aching moan of my own.
I took a step forward, now fully under the wonderfully hot spray of water, shielding his lower body from said spray. Without relenting control back to him yet, my much smaller and softer hands grazed his own and the aching dick they held within them. The ribbed surface of his cock was always so fascinating to me, noting how the Techrot had morphed and fused his natural features with these metallic qualities.
I suppose he must have already been kinda… big even before the infection.
Arthur’s breathing was becoming a little more labored, harder to focus, as I sweetly smiled at him, my hands still very much on his hard cock, tracing its shape with my fingers as I hummed a familiar tune of his back at my love.
“Was using my own hands not enough of a show, love—oh!” Arthur began to tease me, but was abruptly cut off by my own hands taking charge and slowly starting to stroke his heavy, ridged cock, applying a good bit of pressure just how I knew he liked it.
“You were saying?”
My smile only grew wider at how he instantly became breathless from just my hands—only able to feel as I still had not relented my control over his body. I absolutely loved watching the way he writhed and gasped from the teasing twists I offered. The rush of power I would get from such simple movements of mine reducing him to a puddle of goo was incomparable. As I aggressively stroked him, I could feel just how much he yearned to move his arms, to simply touch me back, but I wasn’t ready to let him do so just yet.
I want to make him feel the same way I constantly do.
With a tiny smidge of reluctance, I released his cock, taking a small step back to view his exasperated face and really look over his beautifully flushed features as we stood under the shower’s spray. Out of everything we had done together over our relationship, there were certain things I still had a little trouble reckoning with. One of those particular things was being on my knees. Arthur knew I had a hang-up about it, never questioning it the second I mentioned Duviri in my quick explanation awhile back. We both had piles and piles of trauma, and he was incredibly understanding that some of the shit in my past was still very hard to talk about.
—but maybe I’m ready to take some small steps forward.
I slowly, and oh so very carefully, slipped down to my knees onto the wet tile, Arthur carefully watching with genuine concern across his features, even as I still controlled his body with that little whisper of transference shared between us. I trusted him, wholly and completely with everything I was, but if I was going to try to push past some of my trauma, maybe a good time to try was when I was in full control?
“You don’t have to do this for me, love, if you don’t feel fully comfortable—oh fuck!”
The moment my mouth met his leaking tip, Arthur sputtered out into a series of colourful curses. My hands worked away with their little twists towards the base, lazily swirling my tongue, making sure to catch all of that bluish fluid that seeped out. The natural lubrication provided some needed glide to help me work away at his throbbing cock—while the rest of his body was unbelievably tense from being unable to move while I retained control. The funny thing was that I could feel how strong Arthur’s willpower was—knew perfectly well that if he really wanted to, he could push me right out of his head.
But he didn’t want to.
Some level of pride wouldn’t openly admit it anywhere near the others—but Arthur liked right where he was in these moments, firmly in my grasp, an enthusiastic hostage to my desires. I could feel the twitch of his hands along our connection, how desperate he was becoming to touch me of his own accord as my mouth moved to take a little more of his cock with each attempt. I adjusted my head and neck a teeny bit, doing the best I could in this position, took a deep breath, and swallowed as much of him as I possibly could without overdoing it. My hands filled in the space of what I couldn’t manage, Arthur nearly choking when I finally started to bob my head along his length.
“Oh—Oh fuck—”
His words rolled into a snarl on a particularly rough suck of his tip, before swallowing him back down.
“B-Bloody hell, love…” Arthur groaned, breaking into breathy gasps when I sucked along the length as hard as I could, lips curving over every ridge they crossed.
It took a lot of focus not to overdo it and ruin the moment by welcoming my gag reflex into the mix. The bluish lubrication did help a lot though, and thankfully the unique spicy taste was a welcome addition. I eased back and released him almost completely, my eyes wandering up to meet with his heated gaze, a wide mischievous grin solidifying on my flushed features, lips barely wrapping around his blunt tip. Arthur knew I was up to something, an eyebrow raised with lips curled at the corners, the steamy hot water continuing to parade over us.
I had some plans up my sleeve—after all, he was entirely too much fun to tease.
My hands circled around to grip his ass cheeks, grey Techrot-mutated flesh in each hand, fingers kneading away as I fully returned my mouth to his cock. It became easier to take him as deep as I could, timing my inhales just right so I could swallow most of it and listen to that tiny gasp of his every time I managed to do so. It was a lovely, gentle sound, and very at odds with the more animalistic growls and snarls that were filling the air of the communal shower.
“A-Ah, sweets…” Arthur was close, very close. I could feel how much he wanted to reach release, completely enraptured by the moment and by my touch. I let him get closer and closer, hands digging in, nails biting into his muscular ass, mouth applying pressure along the length of him, and when he was just about there, just about to spiral into bliss—I stopped.
I completely froze, no movement at all, most of his dick still in my mouth, touching my throat. He sputtered a few words out at the shock of that impending orgasm slipping away, his mismatched eyes snapping downward to meet mine. I slowly worked my lips off of him, releasing the hold they had with a smile wide across my jaw.
“What’s wrong, Arthur?”
He blinked a couple times, mouth agape, the flush on his face so obvious even in the dim lighting of the shower. I purred his name, let the letters linger before fully falling off my tongue—and judging by how our link felt—he was dying to put his hands all over me, work his way inside me, for that cheeky little move. Arthur tried to play it off with a chuckle, but I could see how tightly held his jaw was, borderline grinding from how tense he was.
Oh, look at him.
“How am I supposed to enjoy my little show if you finish it so early?” I continued to tease, voice low, the continuing shower of hot water onto us leaving my hair sticking to my face. I kneaded his ass between my fingers, leaning forward to meander a slow and purposeful glide of my tongue along the underside of his cock, it left trembling from my teasing and pulling another groan from Arthur’s chest.
“S’pose I can’t leave my Drifter disappointed,” he muttered under his breath, a sly upturn to the corners of his mouth. He knew just how much that little possessiveness in my title would rile me up. Just as I had instigated this whole encounter, he was playing the game and goading me back.
Despite how much I ached for him as is, I kept my control firmly over his body, opening my mouth to take him once more, tongue swirling and with a deep breath swallowing as much of his cock as I could. Arthur immediately groaned through the motions, enjoying the way I slowly worked my mouth and tongue over every little ridge he had. I was feeling a little generous, and might have had some other reasons for it, but I decided to relent just enough control for him to have one of his hands back—it immediately moving to grab my hair, weaving through layers of wet pink tresses to push swordsteel fingers into my scalp, lightly tugging my hair in the process.
That’s it… Oh Sol…
“Gods… Have I mentioned how much tr-trouble you are?” His grip tightened in my hair, teeth grinding through the question before elongating into a wandering groan when I sped up my movements just a little more. It was incredibly addictive to know that my touch could do so very much to Arthur. I wanted to keep going, yearned to hear him find his own bliss, but that wasn’t quite the plan.
I let him get closer and closer, my control over his body being tested as I could feel him on the verge of breaking that connection if I lost focus at any moment now. His hand practically clawed into my scalp, a hint of apology in that strange tether between us, but I only continued letting my mouth work its magic right up to his edge—
Then I stopped again.
Arthur’s groans then cracked, something resembling a gasp instead slipping past his lips. I could feel just how turned on he currently was that it left my thighs clenching where I knelt on the floor, utterly aching for him. The frustration was also there, flowing between us, obvious even in low lights and under a barrage of steamy water, but it wasn’t the kind that Arthur could have that scared civvies out of the Mall.
I slowly worked my mouth off of his cock, regaining control of his hand that was laced with my hair, the slight strain in my jaw evident once it was free of those thick ridges. With a little caution, I rose from the floor to look up at his lustful eyes with the widest shit-eating grin I could muster yet—throwing in some quick eyelash flutters for the theatrics of it all. I knew exactly what I had done to the terrifyingly horny man standing in front of me with his cock out on display.
“Nothing to say, old man?”
With those teasing words and a giggle, I instantly relinquished control of Arthur’s body completely back to him. His eyes widened when he felt that return of agency, but then quickly locked on to a certain little pink-haired target standing in front of him.
Here we go—
“You…”
Arthur lurched forward in one stride and quickly found my sides, metallic hands digging into tender flesh the second he touched my skin. His mismatched eyes reflected pure, unfiltered hunger: a primal kind of need that I was entirely too excited to face against all reason.
“You love to try my patience,” he whispered against my cheek as soon as his face closed in on mine, hot breath fanning over my already scorching naked body. There was a low growl caressing every syllable that his honeyed accent carried, an edge of danger very apparent and very on display. His grip tightened even further, fingers digging in deeper, a moan slipping past my lips carried by steamy breaths in the confined shower stall.
“Oh sweets…” The term of endearment was a purr amongst all the gravel in his voice. A devilish chuckle poured out directly afterwards that had my body tensing up in the best way possible, “—two can play that game.”
Arthur pushed my back to the wall, some of the shower’s steamy water still managing to hit us, but not as much as moments ago. He hiked his armoured knee upwards, firmly pushing my thighs further apart, and landed against the outer folds of my pussy. A small yelp passed my lips at the sudden intrusion, but definitely not one of pain or fear.
“You love to push my buttons…” he murmured against my neck, teeth grazing along the delicate skin. He caged over my body at this point, his larger form easily towering over mine, his knee pushing just a little more against the apex between my thighs, pulling a prolonged moan out from my mouth.
Arthur seemed entirely too pleased with himself at the reactions he was bringing out of me, a little hum of some song he enjoyed rumbling from deep in his chest. I knew that he adored the feel of my body against him, having told me many, many times.
“Don’t forget love—” he paused, then sliding his tongue along my neck, adjusting his knee once more against my pussy, bringing more terribly addictive friction right where I wanted him the most, “—you’re all mine.”
Arthur bit down into the meat of where my neck met my shoulder, my entire body shuddering as I cried out from the initial white hot pain that quickly rolled into wave after wave of pleasure. I was an utter mess, hands clawing at his back as they struggled to find purchase on his wet armoured carapace.
Oh gods.
When those metallic fangs unlatched from my flesh, my legs felt like jelly, my body only supported by Arthur. He adjusted his head, lips landing beside my ear, his breath fanning the sensitive little area while I shivered under him.
“Be a good girl and ride my thigh a bit, alright?”
Oh sweet mother Lua—
I could only muster a pathetic whimper upon hearing those words, feeling just how hot my face was, knowing there was a fierce flush coating it that wasn’t just the near-scalding water leaving its mark. I knew I shouldn’t have been embarrassed at this point, recalling the myriad of things we had tried together by now, but it was incredibly hard not to be when Arthur said such dirty things with ease. It betrayed his public soldier persona when he spoke like this in private.
His hands slid into one of their favourite places to firmly hold my hips, unable to wiggle away even if I had wanted to. I quickly realized what he was doing—slowly guiding me along his thigh, my clit rubbing along that textured armoured body of his with every purposeful grind against him.
Oh fuck.
I inhaled through gritted teeth as the unique sensation nearly overwhelmed me instantly, my hips trying to match and fall into the rhythm he set for me. It was so fucking good, but I knew I wouldn’t last very long at all like this. Arthur’s Techrot-changed body had a very unique texture to its outer shell, somewhat rough but not painful—more akin to the feel of the protective fabrics in some of my clothes, or particularly rough callouses on one’s palm. I had come to associate his touch with that innate roughness, and by Sol I thoroughly enjoyed it against my own soft flesh.
“O-Oh gods,” I barely squeaked out, my jaw relaxing just enough to let some words slip out while I followed his lead along his thigh. Any more of a coherent sentence was not going to manifest from me right now, not when I was struggling enough just to hold myself together.
Arthur leaned in just enough for his hot breath to return next to my ear, a sly chuckle of his caressing the sensitive surface before his sharp teeth joined in the fun. He lightly chewed along the top curve of my ear, his tongue swirling the bits of metal that adorned it along the edges. It felt so nonsensical, but something about his tongue and teeth on my ears sent sparks of pleasure down deep inside my core. He seemed to know that—taking his time to play with the little hoops while I mostly took over riding his thigh like it was his cock. I was getting closer to sweet release by the second, angling my hips just enough so my clit aggressively rubbed against that wonderfully textured surface of his thigh. We both fully knew that I had the power to stop this little dominance display by Arthur anytime I wanted, but there was something so utterly relieving about surrendering control over to him and letting my brain switch off to pure pleasure… at least for a little while.
“You like that?” He whispered, temporarily freeing my little hoop earrings from his mouth’s torment, another breathy and very knowing chuckle following.
“Of course you do, you always do, my Drifter.”
That was it—that was the last push I needed before I careened into an unexpectedly strong orgasm. I couldn’t hold them back, my choked cries bursting—but quickly cut off by Arthur grabbing my chin, snatching my mouth so he could swallow up every sound I offered him. The flush was as bright as ever on my face, finding myself utterly embarrassed by how hard I came from riding his thigh of all things. Our messy kiss was rather quick, Arthur separating us as soon as my cries tapered off. Everything was becoming too overwhelming, my body, and my clit in particular, far past overstimulation. I slowed my hips, but Arthur returned both of his hands to those soft spots and wouldn’t let me stop moving against his thigh.
Oh—Oh no.
“I don’t recall saying you could stop moving, love,” he breathed against my cheek, feeling the slight tickle of his stubble on my own soft skin.
Feather-lite kisses trailed upwards from there, along my temple, a few more gentle whispers planted on my forehead, a light hum accompanying him throughout. His large metallic hands kept me trapped in his grasp, rocking me slowly and firmly against his textured thigh, no amount of wiggling enough to break free from his hold.
“T-Too much,” I stuttered out, every guided glide along his body, right at that point of contact on his thigh, entirely too much for me to handle right now.
I knew this was payback for earlier, for how I denied him release for as long as I did, and this was rapidly driving me into a state of desperation. He kept humming a familiar tune as he rocked me along, seemingly unbothered by the terrible state I was falling into. My body felt utterly confused—all sensations too much for me to register properly, my pussy rubbing against his thigh and clenching around nothing since he hadn’t even offered me one of his thick fingers to fill the overwhelming hunger. The fact I was becoming such a wanton disaster from essentially humping his thigh was a new level of carnal need I couldn’t recall reaching before. I groaned against every touch, eyes watering as he refused to let me recover, but the sight was not obvious with the shower raining over us.
“Mmm… You’re doing just grand,” Arthur murmured, leaving even more kisses across my forehead before returning focus to the same ear he teased earlier. At first touch of the tips of his fangs along the outer shell, I pathetically mewled in his arms, my body left shaking when he then peppered small little nips into the tender area. He slowed down how he rocked my hips within his hold, but unfortunately turned up the grinding—the friction teetering on that awfully blurry line of pain and pleasure.
I could have told him to stop at any point. Arthur promised from the very start of our relationship that no matter what I was in control—but I was simply unable to when I was riding such a strong high of euphoria. My hands struggled to find anywhere to grab on his bulky frame, muscles confused from the mess of sensations throughout my body. Words were just broken cries and moans from simply how much I was under the spell of his touch.
“Well good thing we’re in the showers, I suppose. You’re such a mess right now, love…” Arthur voice tapered off before leaning in to capture my lips again with his own.
He knew what he was doing, ratcheting up the pleasure with a shift in his leg, his armored knee sliding against my incredibly sensitive and swollen folds. His tongue fought against mine as I gave in to the impending orgasm: my body left shuddering, bliss reverberating down my spine, scorching every nerve ending with delight. I could feel the way I clenched around nothing, aching for him to bury himself inside me in the way I adored and desired more than anything in these moments. Arthur must have felt how my core twitched against his thigh, even with his armored carapace covering him, a low groan escaping his lips with practically starving eyes taking note of how I leaned against the wall.
“You might be my Drifter, but I’m also yours. I’m completely, forever yours,” he rasped against my mouth, hot breath dancing across my face, my body somehow being brought back into a frenzy by his very words.
My arms finally decided to work again, finding and wrapping their way around his torso, Arthur taking the moment to lift me fully upwards into his arms against the wall. Starving mouths collided instantly, the kiss turning deep from the very second it started. His cock was sandwiched between our bellies now, able to feel how it throbbed against my sensitive skin, no doubt Arthur aching for me just as badly as I ached for him. I lifted my legs up to wrap around him too, just above his hips in a comfortable spot for myself to enjoy the taste of one another.
There were many exchanges of I love you’s between our twisting tongues, each other’s name spoken carefully and reverently in that tiny sliver of hot air we shared. The sheer intimacy of it all was wonderful, that softer part of my brain absolutely beside herself with how loving this man could be in these moments. I loved it—truly did—but I was hungry.
“A-Arthur… please, I want more,” I barely managed to breathe out in between deep kisses, the heat of the moment and the shower itself making it so hard to concentrate.
Arthur pulled back, a wandering gaze falling on how I chewed on my lower lip.
“Like what?” He was simply teasing now, a twinkle in his mismatched eyes.
I knew I shouldn’t be shy about it. I knew we had done so many simply lascivious things over our relationship that this shouldn’t be any different—but I couldn’t stop the mad flush from spreading across my face under the steaming water. Arthur enjoyed it when I got like this, a chuckle falling from his mouth in delight at the current sight of me. A childish pout solidified on my face, his imposing body leaning forward, breath back to fanning my ear, shivers running down my spine.
“Shy little thing,” he whispered, voice as low as ever, gravel tinging every syllable of his lovely accent, “terribly so for someone who just came on my thigh, hm?”
A soft whine of a noise pushed past my lips, unable to contain the rather embarrassing sounds when he was talking like this. I couldn’t find the right words at that moment, Arthur seemingly destroying any logical thought I could muster and was well aware of it. He adjusted me in his hold, more firmly within his arms, hands cradling me by my ass, swordsteel fingers digging into it, kneading the soft flesh. Once he solidified his grip on me, his head leaned in to nuzzle against my neck, stubble prickling it, more soft sounds escaping me.
“I’m not done with you yet, love,” he muttered into my skin, slowly kissing the same patch of skin, working away at it with gentle sucking, no doubt forming a bruise in that very spot. As he did, his body pushed me further into the wall behind me, the hot water barely hitting us now as we shifted more and more out of the main stream, his weight starting to press against me. I enjoyed the heft of his semi-metal body on mine, acting almost like a heavy calming blanket on my bones.
While he worked away at my skin, my mind was pulled another direction, his hot cock pressed against me, sandwiched between us, hard to ignore as it pushed against my folds. I could feel how hot he was, plenty of that bluish fluid covering the tip and providing that slick texture. None of it was helping my rampant libido, absolutely aching for him to drive inside me at this point. I didn’t realize that the internal whine in my brain was external, or maybe that barrier between our minds was wearing thin, but Arthur chuckled nonetheless. I was growing very tired of his games—and as much as I did love them—I wanted him.
“Please, Arthur,” I practically begged into the crook of his neck, his head pulling back to meet my gaze.
“You’re such an absolute delight.”
Arthur ground against me, every ridge of his cock making itself known in the process, sending me into a flurry of moans.
“Feel this? It’s all for you, sweets,” his jaw clenched, grinding his teeth through those words, clearly feeling that same pure need.
We were both practically panting now, the grinding against me—against my clit in particular—becoming entirely too much to handle. I just wanted him inside me already, mewling in his arms, letting him greedily steal some more kisses of every sound I made. During a particularly messy kiss, one of his hands left my ass, his dick then moving and adjusting to tap against me.
“I got you, love.”
It was all the warning I got before he slowly pushed inside me, completely to the hilt in one agonizingly slow thrust. A few more soothing sounds left his lips as I almost came apart from the fullness alone.
Fuck—I’m still too sensitive from his thigh.
“You take me so well,” he breathed against my lips, an unbelievably alluring groan accompanying the words, “so beautiful.”
When he finally started moving, not too fast or hurried whatsoever, my fingers dug into his armoured carapace as much as they could considering the water covering us. The pace was comfortable, enough to send my nerve-endings into a frenzy but not too much that I felt I was going to rip apart. It was incredibly unhurried, a nice contrast to how quickly he had me coming on his thigh minutes ago. I clung on for dear life, only able to take his thrusts in this position, my brain short-circuiting on saying anything but his name.
“A-Arthur!”
I could feel his smile against my cheek, very much enjoying the sound of his name from my soft lips as he peppered kisses anywhere he could while keeping up his deep thrusts.
“I’m here. I’m here…” his words were breathy and soft, tapering off as he kept reassuring me throughout the moment.
He must have felt how close I was from the way my muscles tensed all around him, his thrusts turning into deep grinds against me—pushing as deep as he could while grinding himself against my clit, everything made more intense by how I was filled to my absolute limit. I was shaking then, pleasure the only thing I could focus on, not the shower or the semi-public space we inhibited or frankly anything else that could be happening outside of the shower stall.
“Oh gods!” I cried out, those words quickly swallowed up by many starved, desperate kisses, Arthur not letting any spare sounds escape me without him catching them. I moaned into the kiss, matching him, both of us quickly approaching our peaks now.
My back was pushed a little further into the wall with every thrust, his body caging over me more and more at the same time. I enjoyed it, really loved it, when I felt so contained by him—something that I would have been absolutely horrified by not all that long ago. I breathed his name in that tiny space of air we shared, repeating it like a prayer to Lua herself, leaving Arthur smiling against my lips. He always loved it when I said his name—told me before that it made him feel truly loved when I said it in these moments.
“Good, so bloody good.”
I wasn’t sure if it was just water anymore on our faces, surely some sweat mixed in from the intensity of the moment. The praise he heaped on only sent me so much higher into pleasure, nearly delirious from the combination of steaming water, frantic kiss, and powerful thrusts against the shower wall. I was quickly being reduced to a puddle of goo.
“Give me one more, sweets,” Arthur muttered, his metallic fingertips digging into my ass. He adjusted his thrusts, hitting just the right spot deep inside, the steady, unrelenting, rhythm pulling out breathy expletives from my chest. I was pretty sure the words just turned into variations of fuck over and over, but Arthur seemed to rather enjoy my rapid spiral into pure carnal bliss. I was fully on the precipice now, ready to take the plunge when it inevitably took over.
Arthur leaned forward once more for his groans to hit my sensitive ears, the occasional chew and suck on the little metal hoops decorating them. He released one of those hoops to let his hot breath glide over the outer shell.
“That’s it. Come for me, love…”
I almost instantly saw stars, coming hard once those gentle instructions left his lips and peppered my ear with their hot kisses. Arthur rocked through my orgasm, my pussy clenching down on his cock, and he followed me not too soon afterwards. Slurring out a long fuck of his own while doing so, Arthur ground his hips against mine, his groans slipping into more animalistic growls. I was left a squished mess of sensation against the wall, unable to hold onto him anymore with how my limbs all but failed me once my orgasm hit. Thankfully, Arthur was more than strong enough to keep upright even with his own bliss taking over. After a few more sharp pumps, he was completely spent, haggard breaths shared between us.
My eyes regained focus and locked with his, as soon as Arthur returned to Earth from his own blissful high. We were both panting, breathing more than a little labored, partially from the raunchy shower sex—but also from the thick steam of the shower itself. He was the first one to speak up.
“You look rather disheveled there,” he teased, voice very low and raspy, still not quite returned back to normal. I couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape at his absolutely adorable expression.
“I wonder who’s fault that is,” I joked. Arthur’s smile was incredibly soft for someone who practically just melded me into the wall from rather intense shower sex. He slowly withdrew himself and helped ease me down from the wall, the loss of fullness pulling a small whimper from my lips. Arthur quietly chuckled.
“We’re never going to make it out of these showers if you make sounds like that, sweets,” he chuckled, a shit-eating grin from ear to ear as he knew exactly what reactions he pulled out of me. I wobbled initially on my two feet, Arthur ready to help steady me, but I waved him off once I found my footing on the slippery tiled floor. He planted a quick chaste kiss on my forehead once he could see that I was all okay.
“Let’s get you cleaned up—” Arthur started, but suddenly stopped, catching himself with a quick laugh, “well, cleaned up again, and I can fix up your hair upstairs, if you like?”
I was entirely too enraptured by his sweet words and loving eyes, always at odds with his scruffy physical appearance and soldier facade. The thought of him carefully braiding my unruly hair for me was enough to send a new shiver down my spine, such a mundane activity—but one I enjoyed so very much. I huffed out a breath, a small giggle following.
“That sounds great, Arthur—”
BANG
BANG
BANG
I was cut off by loud banging on the door to the communal showers, dragging me out of the sweet moment I was sharing with my love.
“Oi! You lot done or what?! Not waiting all damn night because you two keep shagging in the bloody showers!”
Quincy’s yelling rang loud and clear over the sound of the running shower, annoyance in his voice but nothing that gave me cause for alarm… yet. Arthur sighed, eyes rolling back towards the door, but soon turning back to me with a sheepish grin decorating that stubbled, armored jaw.
Gods, he really doesn’t understand how beautiful he is.
I giggled as Arthur moved quickly to wash up my limbs since they were still a little jelly-like from moments ago. He seemed rather unfazed by the whole moment, uncharacteristically relaxed, rare boyish-charm openly on display, whether he realized it or not. I couldn’t wipe the wide smile off my face at that lovely sight of him, letting out a small laugh, Arthur’s cheerful little hum joining in as he wrapped up his rather quick work of cleaning me off. He lightly patted my hair dry with a spare smaller towel, wrapping the mess of long pink strands inside to deal with later.
BANG
BANG
BANG
“We ought to bundle you up in a towel before he decides to remove the door altogether, sound alright, love?”
I laughed, expecting nothing less from Quincy, but felt my smile stretch wide across at the sight of pure contentment and love on Arthur’s face.
Oh Sol, I love you.
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