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It should be considered a sin how good Wally felt at that moment. His breathing was slow, but heavy and ragged with every inhale as his face was tucked into their neck, muttering nonsense between his open-mouthed kisses that only grew sloppier the longer the pressure in his gut grew.
“Wally…” The body beneath his shuddered, a drunk sounding moan slipping from their lips, reaching out to grip him tighter as their legs wrapped around his waist to encourage him deeper with each slow, agonizing roll of his hips. They'd been at it for hours, since the cameras stopped rolling and the studio closed for the day, they shouldn't have even been in his house.
And yet, here they were.
Again
His smile widened, and he pulled away from their neck just enough to look down at them, their body nothing more than a puddle of pure unadulterated pleasure.
“Hm?” He responded, hips still moving in that languid slow push and pull that had his hips flush with their ass every time he pushed inside them. Wally always did love taking his time, said it helped him focus on what was important, and in his line of work being able to slow down enough to savour the moment was sacred to him.
So he sure as fuck was going to savour this.
Having his biggest rival under him, begging him, mind gone and cock drunk, and it was because of him. No one else, he knew they'd always end up back in his bed by the end of the day regardless no matter how much they promised it wouldn't happen again.
“What's wrong, doll?” He purred, his hands trailing down from where they rested either side of their face to trace their oversensitive skin. His felt fingertips ghosting over them, trailing over their collarbone, tracing every dip and bump. Lower, Over their sternum, before gingerly drifting towards their nipples. He circled them slowly, methodical in his movements. Everything was done to draw them deeper into his clutches.
“You… You know whAHhng!” Their words cut off, choking on a moan when Wally took both their nipples between his finger and thumb and pinched them at the same time, a smug smile pulling the corners of his mouth upwards.
“Sorry, can you repeat that for me?” Wally chuckled softly, keeping his hips moving in that slow roll, suppressing a shudder that ran down his spine at the feeling of his cock nudging that bundle of nerves that had them clenching around him every time he pressed in.
They reached up, their fingers finding Wally's hair and tangling into the soft strands to tug on them harshly, their back arching with a high-pitched mewl tumbling from their swollen lips, pressing their chest firmly into Wally's touch. “M-more, please. I need more.” They begged, too gone to care about their pride when the only thing they could feel was the building knot of pleasure curling in their abdomen. They tugged on Wally's hair, trying to bring him down, needing to feel him pressing them into the mattress, craving an intimacy they should've never shared together.
Wally let out another laugh, lightly tugging one nipple and biting back his own groan when their walls shudder and squeezed him in response. He breathed in sharply, letting them pull him down ever so slightly. “Greedy little thing, aren't you?” Wally dipped his head, his mouth once again finding their neck to continue his torture of drawing this out for the rest of the night.
Their legs hitched higher over his hips, their ankles locking together behind him and forcing him to thrust in sharply when they flexed. A punched out moan escaped Wally just as a sob of pleasure left them, Wally had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths to stop himself from reaching his end then and there, staying still he refused to move his hips. Resting his forehead against their sweat slicked shoulder for a moment too long to be anything but tender, his own breathing ragged now as he tried to keep himself present and not lose himself to the fog of lust threatening to sweep him away.
“That was dirty, doll.” He grunted into their ear, shifting to sit up, their hand falling from his hair to grip his shoulders weakly. He let go of their chest, his touch no longer gentle or faint. His palms smoothed down their stomach, sliding down their sides before finding purchase on their hips. “You begged for this.” He whispered, the black of his eyes blown so wide there was hardly any white.
Gripping their hips tightly he held then still as he pulled his cock out of their clutching heat, their hips trying to twitch up to keep Wally inside, his hands immediately preventing them. With his tip just barely pushed inside them, he looked down, admiring the sight of their bodies connecting, his finders digging into the soft curves of their hips before he pulled them down roughly as his hips thrust forward.
A loud, sharp cry echoes throughout the room and Wally had to bite down on his own tongue to keep his focus as that wave of lust finally crashed over him. Keeping their hips pinned to the bed, he held them still whilst angling his hips to hit that pressure point within then every time he thrust inside.
“Wally!” They cried again, their arms falling to the bed and gripping the sheets in a closed fist as Wally's pace only grew more desperate, rougher the longer he kept his pace up. A symphony of moans and whimpers filling the once quiet room as Wally fucked the one person he simultaneously hated more than anything else and couldn't live without.
“That's it, doll.” He grunts, now pulling their hips down in time with his hips thrusting up. The bed frame hitting the wall surely giving them away to anyone brave enough to listen in. But Wally didn't care, and clearly neither did they if their cock-drunk expression gave Wally any indicator. “Let go, give in to me.” His voice was wrecked, his head falling back as they continue to cry his name out like a prayer.
Wally's cock twitched, but he refused to be the first one to break. One of his hands left their hips, coming up to their nipples once again and pinching them as he leaned over them, their bodies now flush as Wally rutted into them, his mouth coming down to their neck to press more sloppy kisses along the line of their throat.
Finally, they came with a loud whine. Their arms wrapped around his neck as their legs tighten around him until it was impossible to move besides shallow pumps. But that's all that Wally needed, a few weak thrusts later, and he hides his face in their hair as his hips connect with their ass for the last time that night, sheathing his cock fully as he spilled inside them, a deep moan tumbling from his lips against their ear.
They both lay there for a while, vision blurry, chests heaving. Wally had collapsed on top of them, his weight keeping them pressed into the mattress. Wally came to his senses first, letting go of them to press his hands either side of them and push himself up right until he was kneeling between their legs once more. With a grimace, he pulled out of their still clutching heat, watching with lidded eyes as some of his cum leaks from them, but he doesn't bother pushing it back inside, content to simply observe. They continue to lay on the bed, the grip on the bedsheets weak and limp now as they pant heavily to catch their breath.
Wally runs a hand through his now ruined hair, not giving a thought to how it's ruined and currently falling in waves around his face. If they were looking, they'd probably think he looked beautiful like this, relaxed, cocky smirk nowhere to be found… A soft glint in his eye. A warmth settling in his chest. Wally shook his head, he climbed out of the bed, moving to the en suite just out of view of the bed.
They didn't move, how could they when Wally had fucked all sense of right and wrong out of their head? So, they stay where he left them, body limp as they stare up at the ceiling. They didn't know why they kept coming back, they hated Wally just as much as Wally hated them… But that nagging voice in the back of their head insisted otherwise. Their train of thought was interrupted when Wally slipped back into bed with them, his hair still down, but clearly he'd at least brushed it and styled it somewhat. Always a perfectionist when it came to his appearance.
Wally didn't speak as he brought a warm cloth between their legs, his touch back to being gentle as he cleaned them up, silently. Once he was happy with most of the mess being cleaned up, he threw the cloth to the side and flopped down next to them with a deep sigh. “How are you feeling?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, as if he himself couldn't understand why he was asking.
They tilted their head to look at him, thoughts still soft at the edges. “Like I just got fucked within an inch of my life.” They replied, Wally smirked with a proud look in his gaze as his eyes traced over their face and down their body before coming back up to make eye contact with them. He shifted closer, laying on his side and propping his head up on his hand.
“Good.” Was all he said, his eyes slipping back into that half lidded, sleepy expression he usually wore for filming. “Why don't you stay here tonight?” He said casually, shrugging as if he wasn't typically territorial over his space. Before they could open their mouth to reply, Wally shook his head and laid his head on his pillow, deciding for them. “Shut up, go to sleep.” He sighed, the moment of vulnerability and tenderness gone.
They scoff, but didn't say anything else. Grateful for the chance to stay the night, they couldn't feel their legs anyway and the paparazzi don't need any more pictures of them doing the walk of shame away from Wally's house. The rumours were bad enough.
Settling down to sleep, they glanced at Wally once again only to meet his eyes as he was already looking at them. He scowled and rolled over to face the wall, pulling the bedsheet over him. “…Goodnight, Wally.” They whisper to him, turning over as well and settling into the bed with a tired sigh.
There was silence for a few minutes, and then Wally rolled back over and pulled them to his chest, resting his head on top of theirs as he mumbles, “goodnight, doll.”
They fell asleep with a soft smile, Wally's own hidden within their hair as he kept them close.