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out-of-the-loupe · 11 days

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Dans Le Bleu, Chapter 1

Summary: Renee Jones has finally arrived in the Boston Commonwealth after spending the last few years in the Capital Wasteland. Eager to leave her past behind her, she starts a search for a job…and becomes a lab assistant to one Dr. Curie Collins. While the job offers a good way to explore this new land, it also lands her in the middle of a war between the Institute, the Minutemen, and the Brotherhood. Wherever Renee goes, trouble follows, and she just can't catch a break. Between war, her past coming back to haunt her, and her growing feelings for her boss, it's only a matter of time before she crumbles under the pressure.

You want Curie fanfic, have some Curie fanfic.

As one person described this fic, it's an "Angsty love story between a chaotic 0 luck dumbass and oblivious doctor 👍👍👍 would recommend".

Please reblog! Here's a link for chapter 1 if you'd rather read on AO3.

“I crossed the river and… Did I pass that building…?” Renee stopped and looked up the Ruins before looking at the crude map again. “Maybe I took a wrong turn…” She scratched her temple.

Once she arrived in Bunker Hill, she was told by Kessler—who seemed to be the mayor, she supposed—to wait around for the caravans for a job. In doing this, she burned through her caps…and found out no one was hiring. Kessler at least had the decency to feel bad enough to buy her a drink and draw up a map to Diamond City. Left with little choice, Renee headed out to Diamond City.

At least, that was the idea. Renee had to admit she thought she was lost. Kessler told her to look for an old baseball stadium. Unfortunately, that assumed Renee knew what such a thing looked like. The most she knew was old race tracks and fields. Sure, she was aware of what baseball had been, but unless the “stadium” looked like a race track, she wasn’t entirely sure what to look for. “Big building” was as far as she got.

Renee kept moving. Surely if she didn’t get to Diamond City, she’d come across another settlement or someone that could point her in the right direction. She kept her rifle in her hands just in case another Raider crossed her path. They weren’t bad on the trip up through the wilderness, but damn if they weren’t a dime a dozen in the Ruins.

The afternoon sun stretched her shadow far before her. She let her mind wander as she went along, thinking back on Rivet City in the Capital Wasteland. There was no nostalgia in her heart, and she wouldn’t miss it at all. Nor did she miss her short-lived job as a waitress (before they fired her for being rude to the asshole customers). And she definitely, definitely didn’t miss her ex. The bastard.

She thought vaguely of home and wondered what her family was getting up to. She considered trying to buy passage back to the Midwest, but she only had the caps to move forward, not back. Even then, not a lot of caravans went West, so she most likely would have had to take the trip herself. That was a sure-fire way to die.

“Hearin’ shit.”

Renee dove behind a car. She watched a group of Raiders walk by, mumbling to themselves. She gazed at them over her sunglasses and only stood once she felt the danger passed.

“Gotcha, bitch!”

A bullet hit the ground at her feet. The Raiders were turned and aiming at her. She shouldered her rifle and took off in a run, weaving between cars and piles of debris. More bullets pinged off buildings and cars as she sprinted, with the Raiders taunting her all the while.

Just as she turned a corner, she felt one bullet land its mark in her thigh. She skidded, rolled on the ground with a curse. Blood dribbled from the hole and she scrambled to push herself against the wall. The Raiders ran past her.

“Sh-shit…” She took a deep breath. She looked at the outside of her thigh, where blood stained her jeans. Without even looking she knew she didn’t have enough supplies for field medicine. She reached back to the three (empty) slots sewn into her belt. Not even a Stimpak left.

“Stupid HUMANS!” “Protect the Wall!”

Renee’s ears pricked to hear the voices. She staggered to her feet and crept around the corner. No more Raiders, but the sound of gunfire grew louder. She heard the loud blasts of laser fire. Kessler said something about a Wall around Diamond City; and if someone was screaming to protect it, perhaps she was closer than she thought.

Soon enough she came upon the scene of half a dozen strangely-armored men trying desperately to fight off some Super Mutants. One of them saw her. “You gonna just stand there or help, lady?!” He shouted, reloading his rifle behind some plywood leaned up against an old police barrier.

“Oh, uh, sure!” She readied her gun again.

The Mutants were firing down at them from what looked like a ruined apartment building. Renee joined two others in a blasted-out diner and tried to take aim as well as she could. Her hands shook too much to be terribly effective, but she did manage to hit one Mutant in the stomach.

She tried to kneel to steady her aim but the wound in her thigh wouldn’t let her. Renee pushed past the pain to ease closer to one of the open walls. “Almost…” The sights in her scope wouldn’t stop shifting around.

A Mutant suddenly fell from the railing with a yell and the men pushed forward. “Almost got ‘em, boys!” One shouted.

“Ugh, fuck it,” Renee hissed. She leapt out of hiding and shot at the Mutant’s head that way. Her two bullets hit the wall behind it.

Just as she reloaded, she felt another bullet rip through her shoulder. God damn it, not another one…!

She collapsed to one knee, her thigh burning to keep her steady and she pressed a hand against the new wound. The ground shook as a Mutant ran toward her, arms raised with a wooden board. “We are Super—”

She shot it in the chest just as it swung down. The board clipped her in the side of the head and she hit the ground next, her vision slipping in and out.

The sounds of the fight faded, though whether that meant they were winning or because she was nearly unconscious she didn’t know. Her wounds burned and she struggled to push herself up. It was no use.

Well. What a way to go, she figured. She made it all the way from the Midwest Commonwealth to Boston, just to be taken out by a Raider and a Mutant. Everything she’d been through in her life culminated in this. Bleeding out on the asphalt because of her own dumb luck.

She felt someone grip her under her arms and drag her back to lean against the building. “Hey, you okay? Say something!”

Renee forced her eyes open but things were too blurred to see properly. “I’m…” She trailed in a weak moan.

“Someone go get a doc! She’s hurt!”

She felt someone place a hand on her uninjured shoulder. “Just hold on, kid. You’ll be fine.”

Kid? She opened her mouth to retort but all that came out was a pained squeak.

Someone put pressure down on her thigh and she weakly grabbed for them. It hurt.

“I know it hurts kid, just hold on.”

“Damn, welcome to the Great Green Jewel, huh?”

“No kidding.”

The two mens’ voices grew distant. She let her chin droop to her chest. Tired. So tired.

“Madame? Can you ‘ear me?”

A new voice rang in her ears. This one sounded gentle, feminine. Renee barely managed to crack her eyes open again. “…Hm?” Her brow furrowed and she squinted.

“It is fortunate you sent for me. She is not doing well at all.” The woman dug around in the pockets of her coat and produced a Stimpak. “Zhis will ‘elp.”

“D-don’t…” But it was too late. Renee felt a rush of cool relief through her body and her vision cleared enough to properly see who was helping her.

The woman had cropped brunette hair and hazel blue eyes. She smiled gently. “Do not what?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Don’t waste one of those on me,” Renee finished. She felt her cheeks take on a pink hue.

The woman blinked. “It is not a waste if you are injured. And, you are.” She eased off Renee’s jacket and felt around her shoulder. “Hm.”

“H-hey, ow.” Renee tried to bat her away. “Quit it, I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, Madame.” The woman huffed and began inspecting her thigh. “I will ‘ave to tend to you further in my lab. Unfortunately I do not ‘ave zhe tools I will need with me.” She dug around in her lab coat again and produced another Stim.

Renee shifted with a wince. “I just said…”

“If you do not like needles, zhen look away. But I will not allow you to refuse zhis.”

She felt the woman inject it into her arm again. Her thoughts grew clearer and she felt she could breathe easier. But with it came drowsiness. She gazed up at the woman, brows furrowed. “Who…are you?”

“My name is Curie.” Curie shifted to help her up. “Go slowly.”

Renee managed to get to her feet and a wave of dizziness overcame her. She stumbled into Curie. “S-sorry…”

“Do you think you can walk?” Curie held her elbows to steady her.

“Maybe. I…” Renee shook her head to clear it. Things were still a bit fuzzy but at least she didn’t feel like she was drowning.

Curie pulled her good arm across her shoulders. “Lean on me, zhen.”

Renee allowed herself to be led away, limping next to the strange woman. Curie.

~:o:~:o:~:o:~

“Zhere. You will be sore for a few days, but zhere is no lasting damage.” Curie finished wrapping a bandage around her shoulder with a firm tug to keep it in place. “Zhis should help with any residual bleeding.”

Renee held her t-shirt in her hands, her face blazing. At least it wasn’t as bad as when Curie insisted—no, ordered—her to remove her jeans so she could get at the bullet wound in her thigh. She was quick to put her pants back on after that one. “Thanks again. I’m sorry I’m taking up so much of your time…”

“It is no trouble.” Curie stuck another Stimpak near the wound.

Renee wriggled back into her shirt and tugged it down. “So, um… I can’t… I can’t actually pay you.” She stood up from the examination table.

Though Curie had her back turned, Renee saw the woman flinch. “I see. Do not concern yourself with zhat. My job is to assist.” She turned on a faucet at the sink and washed her hands.

“I mean, I can’t pay you in caps, but maybe I can do something else for you? I’m good at finding things. Like scrap and stuff. Maybe you need something like that?” Renee looked around the room again, seeing plenty of lab equipment and two chemistry stations. “Maybe I could get you some material for…whatever you’re doing?”

Curie turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a nearby towel. “Well… I am sure zhat Monsieur Howard is probably tired of me asking him for beakers and test tubes by now…” She went over to her lab table and picked up a vial of cloudy liquid. “Hm…”

Renee poked at a flask of green ooze and backed away at Curie’s look. “Anything you want, I can try to find it.”

“I think zhis is a good arrangement. Bon. I won’t make you go too far for now, but if you could find some samples of Hubflower for me, I would very much appreciate it.” Curie raised an eyebrow. “But please do be careful. You should rest for a few days before going out into the Ruins…”

“Pfft, I’ll be all right. I’ve had worse.” Renee waved her hand dismissively. She limped over to her bag and her rifle and started to slide them over her shoulders, when she winced. “Ouch…”

Curie cleared her throat. “You were saying?”

“It’ll be fine!” She shifted her bag to her other shoulder and shoved on her boots. “Hubflower, right?”

Curie nodded. “Just return ‘ere and I’m sure I’ll ‘ave somezhing else for you to fetch.” She tilted her head. “Apologies. I just realized… What is your name?”

“Renee. Renee Jones.” Renee flashed a grin.

Curie returned it and chuckled. “It’s good to meet you, Renee. Though per’aps zhe circumstances were not ideal, I’m glad we met.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t exactly been the warmest welcome to Diamond City, or the Commonwealth, but you’ve made a bit better.” Renee rubbed the back of her neck. “I’ll make it up to you somehow. I promise.”

“I believe you.” Curie turned to her lab, signaling she was done. “I look forward to seeing you again, hm?”

Renee opened the door leading to the market. “You can count on me!”

(Originally published Aug. 21, 2021)

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #curie #curie fallout 4 #fallout 4 curie #sole survivor #sole survivor x curie #renee jones #dans le blue #fallout 4 fanfic #okay so it's not quite sole survivor x curie #but renee jones is my sosu #she's just in her NPC era in this fic #cynder writes

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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Day 16 -- Arthur Maxson

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 16 are just below the cut!

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Sadomasochism with Maxson x M!Sole

I swear this is actually sweet 😅 But for context, I really don't know how I feel about Maxson 🤔 This didn't really help me figure it out either, lol But this was steamy and fun to write, so no matter how you feel about him, I hope you enjoy! :)

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Sadomasochism, enthusiastic consent, bdsm dynamics, punishments, stress relief, spanking, pain play, hand jobs, anal sex, claiming/marking, 'sir' kink, overstimulation, slight authority/power dynamics, aftercare, pillow talk.

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Maxson’s knuckles were white where he clung to the metal frame of the table in his quarters, one angry vein bulged from his neck like it was trying to escape the skin there. Sole could hear his heavy breathing even from the other side of the room, from where he was seated on his partner’s cot, twiddling his thumbs.

This stress is making him look older than me.

Sole bit his lip thoughtfully, the hard pressure in his chest growing to an uncomfortable pain as he ached for the situation Arthur was in. Some days he still couldn’t believe how old he was. All the responsibility, every eye and ear in the Brotherhood warily keeping watch, listening for the slightest whisper of failure, looking for the smallest mistake, trying to find some miniscule action that would make him unworthy of his name and station. Sole didn’t know how he managed to cope.

He knew some days were worse than others, though. Today, for example, was bad. A horde of ferals, a meager scouting party of mostly scribes, and a bit of bad luck meant that Maxson had a hell of a lot of letters to write to family members and friends of the victims of those creatures’ horrid antics. Even when the fault of it was well out of his own hands, the Elder still knew who the family and friends would see signing the letter that sealed their knowledge of the fate of their loved one.

But the events of the day had been no more than the final straw that broke the brahmin’s back. This had all been building for so long. The Commonwealth, the raiders and mutants, the Institute, the other branches of the Brotherhood, even, all these factors swirling into a thick stew that screamed exhaustion, stress, and begrudging responsibility. Maxson would never back down from it, Sole knew, as he saw the way the Elder’s brow furrowed stubbornly, but still… He wished he could do something to help. Anything.

Sole flinched as pain flared in his finger. He’d pulled too hard at a hangnail amidst his restless fidgeting. He brought the digit to his mouth to rid it of the speck of scarlet that had sprouted up, and as the metallic taste touched his tongue, Sole’s mind flashed a thought behind his eyes.

Unsure if it was something Arthur would even be interested in, let alone want to actually try, Sole decided to speak up.

Won’t know until you ask, right? Besides… Something like this, it really could be good for both of us.

“You know…” He started, and Maxson’s icy eyes locked to him, “You could take it out on me. If, you know, if you wanted to.”

The Elder’s eyes narrowed.

“Take what out on you?” Maxson’s hands finally relented their grip on the steel table as he stood up fully, and Sole couldn’t quite see from here, but it really seemed as though the pads of his fingers had left indents in the metal.

“Your stress.” He clarified, almost sheepishly.

The confusion on Maxson’s face only grew stronger at that, as the Elder walked over to sit on the bed beside his partner.

“I just mean,” Sole continued, “If you need to blow off some steam… I just know how tense you always are, and it seems like nothing I can do ever helps. I just feel so powerless, and I want… I want to help you feel like you again.”

Maxson smiled sadly at that, his eyes uncharacteristically apologetic at the sound of his partner’s words.

“I-I wish I knew a way as well, but…” Arthur trailed off, shoulders shrugging and head shaking slowly as his eyes scanned the bleak bed sheets for an answer. “But perhaps there is something we haven’t tried yet... So, do you have an idea to propose?”

“I do. I think.” He said swiftly, “It’s just an idea though, and if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to move forward with it.”

Arthur nodded, and Sole took a breath before speaking.

“What if you tried, um, hurting me?”

“What?” Arthur’s icy blue eyes widened in shock, “What the hell will–”

Sole’s hands shot out to keep Maxson seated beside him as the Elder recoiled from his words.

“Let me finish. I was going to explain.”

“I don’t need an explanation, Sole. I’m not going to do that.”

“Arthur.” Sole took the Elder’s hand in his own, thumbs stroking over his knuckles as his eyes pleaded for him to listen.

“Trust me. If it was something I didn’t want, I wouldn’t have even suggested it.” His partner’s eyes narrowed, unsure. “And it doesn’t have to be hateful or aggressive, or anything you don’t want it to be, but I want to be honest with you. That’s not... something I’m afraid of, I actually…” Sole bit into his lip, cheeks heating at the confession he was about to make.

I’ve never told anyone this… Well, besides Nate/Nora. But no one alive knows this about me.

He took a quick, steadying breath.

“Well, before the war, me and my husband/wife, well… We sort of found out that I like it.”

He could see the gears in Maxson’s head turning from the information, his brows remaining firmly furrowed with each passing word.

“Like… what?”

“Pain.” Sole just spat the word out, quickly, before he could think to retract it. “Like… Nate/Nora would sometimes hit me or be overly rough when we were together, since we both liked that sort of interaction.”

Maxson’s nostrils flared, and he opened his mouth, ready with an undoubtedly furious response.

“After we talked about it!” Sole added quickly “Of course, we talked about it first, before we ever did anything physical like that. It just… it worked for us. To blow off steam, to escape from reality for a while, to just focus on the physical. You really do feel better after. Or, we did, at least.”

Maxson sat back against the wall, eyes downcast and hand still locked in Sole’s as he thought through everything he’d heard, everything they’d done, everything he’d shamefully felt like he wanted to try but was too hesitant to speak up about…

“This is really something you’d want to try… with me?”

“Absolutely.” His partner answered without hesitation, hands squeezing his for emphasis. “And I’m no expert, but I really do think it would make you feel better. Allow you to let some steam out of the pot, you know? Before it all just boils over or eats you alive.”

Maxson nodded at that, almost gravely, and sighed.

“Very well.”

“Really?” Sole shot up out of the bed.

“Yes. If you think it would help… If it’s something you want, then, I want to try it.” He stood up after Sole, already following his partner’s lead as he entered into this unfamiliar bit of territory. “But if you feel, even for a moment, unsafe, or unhappy, I need you to tell me right away.”

“I will, don’t worry. And the same thing goes for you, okay?” Sole stepped closer to his partner as Maxson nodded to him, his hands going to the shoulders of the Elder’s famed steel battle coat, and he slowly tugged it down over his muscular shoulders and arms.

“I think ‘zeppelin’ should do.”

“Zeppelin?” Maxson cocked a brow.

“For a safeword. You know, like the Prydwen?” Sole tossed the heavy coat over a chair and moved his hands to the zipper on his partner’s flight suit. “The Prydwen feels safe, doesn’t it?”

“Suppose so.” Arthur’s hands moved to Sole’s, pausing their undressing of him as the zipper reached his waist. He pulled his own arms from his sleeves, and moved his focus to Sole’s suit. With oddly hesitant hands, Maxson peeled the fabric away slowly, unbuckling the collar and tugging at the zip with a care he rarely showed before having one of their trysts. Perhaps his gentleness now was a way of already making up for the actions he was about to take against his partner.

I only hope he eventually feels comfortable enough to let loose. If he’s stuck worrying about me the whole time, he’ll never be able to lose himself the way he’s meant to.

When Sole was standing before him in only his briefs, Maxson nodded to the bed.

“On you go.”

He nodded, an almost giddy smile on his face as he climbed onto the mattress. Staying down on all fours, Sole thrust his ass into the air to give the Elder the first hint at which direction he should be taking them in.

“You can start with your hand.” He told him, and Maxson swallowed hard, steeling his resolve as he silently vowed to trust his partner in this.

He’s assured me it’s what he wants… And I’d be lying to him and myself if I didn’t make it clear that it’s something I’ve wanted as well. That I want.

Maxson gritted his teeth and stepped up to the bed, his presence already imposing as his shadow fell over Sole’s submitting form.

“I’ll give the orders from here, Knight.”

Sole nodded to him, biting back a grin as he lowered his head to the mattress and spread his legs wide for easier access.

Maxson felt his member begin to harden in his suit.

His rough hands met Sole’s hips, tugging him backwards to the very edge of the bed, where he began to remove the ex-vault dweller’s briefs, leaving him bare before him. Maxson patted one hand firmly on Sole’s ass experimentally, watching the way he tensed in response and anticipation. His hand came down harder the next time, palm landing flat against Sole’s soft skin and pulling a whimper from him.

Maxson felt his cock jerk in response to the sound.

Sole really may be onto something, here.

His palm came down again, harder even than the last, and Maxson felt Sole’s skin begin to warm beneath the hard contact, a redness becoming more prominent with each smack.

He switched to Sole’s other cheek, and his partner jerked in surprise, but kept his body as still as possible. The Brotherhood knight’s gasps turned to whimpers as Maxson increased the pressure of his blows, adrenaline rising in his body and blurring his inhibitions with each liberating action.

Should it really feel this good to let loose this way?

His mind made him begin to question his actions, the redness of his partner’s ass making it plain that bruising would be present the next day.

Can he really enjoy what I’m doing to him, or is it just a way to get me to blow off steam without making it obvious that he’s just trying to help?

Maxson wasn’t the best at accepting help, especially when it came to his personal well-being. He had so many other things to worry about, to lend his energy to, he always put it off until Cade was practically dragging him into the clinic for a checkup, and Sole knew all of that.

The Elder released a grunt as his hand came down harder than ever as his mind spun with more frustrating thoughts, more questions, more noise that he never seemed to be able to escape. He pulled back, the steadying hand he’d had at Sole’s hip pulling away as he took a step back from the bed. Sole hadn’t whimpered, he hadn’t gasped, but he’d groaned that time, and at the loss of contact, his hips shifted back, offering himself to the Elder despite his roughness.

Maxson opened his mouth to speak, to ask his partner if he was alright, if he’d taken it too far, to apologize, if need be, but Sole spoke up first.

“Again, Elder. Please.”

His voice was hoarse, desperate with want, and as Maxson’s widened eyes fell to Sole’s form, he noticed something he couldn’t see from his angle before. Sole’s hips thrust backwards wantonly, his fingers tangling in the bed sheets as his legs spread wider, and Maxson caught sight of his cock, rock hard and dark with pleasure, his tip already glistening with need. The Elder’s cheeks reddened even as he blinked in surprise.

Surely, Sole couldn’t lie that well. He really does enjoy this.

The tightness of Maxson’s suit and briefs surrounding his own aching member started to become unbearably uncomfortable, and he felt his fists clenching together.

He wants more does he?

Arthur looked around the room briefly, scanning for some way to up the antics and really get Sole going, now that he could see the clear outcome of his actions written in his partner’s desperate body.

In the next moment, Arthur was back at the foot of the bed, a clipboard in hand as Sole whined again beneath him.

God, it’s good to see him like this.

It’s just as Arthur always imagined it in his fantasies, only better, now that it was right in front of him. Now he could hear Sole, feel the warmth of his skin, smell his pleasure wafting off of him. It was so much more than fantasy.

Maxson tightened his grip of the clipboard with both hands, took aim, and brought it down on Sole’s plush ass. The Knight yelped and jerked his hips forward at the feel of the unrelenting wood against his skin, and Maxson held his breath. Then he heard Sole sigh, in what sounded like relief, as he let his hips shift back towards him.

Maxson nodded his head, his mind growing foggy at the sight of his partner this way, energy surging through his veins at the thrill of this whole situation. Now, he fully understood Sole’s giddiness at the start of all this.

Arthur hit him again, harder, and Sole bit down into one of the blankets on the mattress, a groan escaping from deep in his throat. Again, and again, Maxson brought down the clipboard, the thin slab of wood creaking with the force of the last few blows until he was afraid he was going to break the damn thing. Sole was shouting in pleasure, hands white-knucked in the blankets, legs shaking, his cock painfully hard and dripping onto the sheets between his spread legs. Meanwhile, Maxson was panting, pupils blown wide, and adrenaline making every muscle tingle with electricity. He felt so pent up, felt wild and alive, and even the sight of Sole’s sore ass, red and purple with angry marks didn’t deter him. It fueled him.

“Just look at you, Knight.” Maxson said as he stepped back, throwing the abused clipboard aside with a clatter before he came right back, one hand gently moving to graze over Sole’s marred flesh. He was hot to the touch, the skin quivering under the delicate brush of his fingers as he stroked over his handiwork.

“What a shameful display.” The Elder heard himself say. Almost unwittingly the words spilled from him, straight from one of his fantasies and so unlike what Sole had come to expect from him.

“You deserved this, didn’t you, Knight?”

Sole nodded, whimpering. Playing along.

Maxson’s heart leapt in his chest.

“Yes, sir.” The Knight choked out.

Maxson’s cock gave a painful jerk in the suffocating confines of his suit, screaming to be freed. His hands went to the hem of his flight suit where it hugged his hips, pulling it down to his ankles, along with his briefs.

He grimaced as the cool Prydwen air rushed over his hard cock, already wet with pre-cum and aching to be one with the man kneeling before him.

Soon.

“So, what do we say to our Elder for teaching you this valuable lesson?” Maxson brought his hand back to Sole’s hip, holding him in place as he began to pump over his cock.

“Thank you.” His hips thrust back towards the Elder. “Thank you, sir.”

“You still haven’t learned though, have you, Sole?”

He shook his head firmly.

“N-no sir, I haven’t.”

“So? How do you suggest we remedy this?” Maxson asked, his hand reaching underneath Sole’s body to grasp at his hardened member, where it strained up against his stomach.

Sole gasped at the touch, muscles spasming at the feel of Maxson’s rough hand over his aching cock. Arthur smiled at the sound, at the feel of the way Sole’s member pulsed in his hand, eager to spill his release all over the bedsheets.

“I believe I asked you a question, Knight.”

“Fuck.” Sole whispered under his breath as Maxson began to stroke his hand down the length of his cock, fingers squeezing tight as they reached the sensitive tip, making Sole shudder at the overwhelming feeling.

“S-so, ah, “ Sole’s hips bucked. “I need– I think you sh-should fuck me, sir.”

Desire burned low in Maxson’s belly, and he gritted his teeth at the way he felt his cock jerk to attention at Sole’s words.

“Oh, but doesn’t that sound like a reward, Knight?” Maxson’s hand paused its movement over Sole’s cock, and the man whimpered pathetically at the loss of friction.

“Y-you could make me cum first, sir. T-then you could take me. Hard and fast, to teach me my lesson.”

Arthur smiled, but his eyes narrowed at the suggestion.

“Make you cum first?” He asked for clarification, hand stroking over Sole’s length only once before pausing again.

“Yes. It makes it more unc-comfortable, if I’ve already cum.”

“Hmm.” Maxson made a show of thinking it over while Sole tried desperately to keep from bucking needily into his hand.

“Very well.” The Elder said at last, “If it’s as you say, then it should be sufficient.”

Maxson increased the pressure from his fingers, squeezing down hard over Sole’s aching member, feeling the drag of his skin with each stroke. He was relentless, pumping a fast and steady rhythm that left Sole gasping in response. Despite his efforts, Sole felt his hips bucking frantically, but whether it was to pull away from the overwhelming contact, or to increase it, he didn’t know.

To be fair, he didn’t know much of anything right now. Only the feeling of his Elder’s rough fingers, the burning deep in his stomach, the tightening feeling he felt building up and threatening to spill over. A few more firm pumps of Arthur’s hand, and Sole was finished.

His body writhed below the Elder, knees buckling and hands grasping desperately as he bit down on the mattress and screamed his pleasure into its plush fabric. Maxson didn’t relent, not even then, his hand swiping urgently over Sole’s pulsing cock as it shot out spurt after spurt of cum onto the mattress below.

When Sole’s groans turned to whimpers and his shaking limbs dissolved to jelly, Maxson’s hand finally pulled away. He reached down to the mattress, lewdly collecting what he could of Sole’s release in his hand, and stroked over his own member, coating himself in his partner’s juices.

“There. You’ve had yours. Now, get back into position.”

With shaking arms and legs, Sole clambered back onto his elbows and knees, spreading his legs further than before to allow for better access. Maxson’s hands went to Sole’s bruised and battered ass cheeks, spreading them apart before spitting into his hand and rubbing the wetness over his entrance.

Arthur’s cock was wet enough, with the help of his own arousal and Sole’s, and he knew he was meant to be rough, but still… He couldn’t bring himself to go in completely dry. His wet fingers massaged over Sole’s asshole, prodding and dipping inside every few strokes to stretch him just a bit. His partner was used to taking Maxson’s girth, but not without preparation.

When he was satisfied with the give of Sole’s entrance on his fingers, Maxson grasped at his member, stepping closer to the bed, and lined up the tip of his cock with Sole’s entrance. His partner sucked in a breath, and when he released it, his body visibly relaxed, and Arthur nudged his tip inside. As usual, Sole grit his teeth at the stretch, but in the next moment, Maxson felt the, almost painfully, tight grip on his cock relent enough for him to press forward.

Sole groaned as his partner bottomed out, his voice tired, but wrought with pleasure, nonetheless; and Maxson took that as the signal to continue with his movements. The friction against his aching cock was maddening, the roughness of Sole’s only partially slicked channel making him feel like he could cum right there and then.

The Elder grit his teeth together, pushing thoughts of finishing too soon from his mind as he forced himself to move.

‘Then you can take me. Hard and fast.’

Sole’s pleading words rang through his mind like a mantra, and Maxson did just that. His grip on Sole’s hips tightened to an almost painful degree, and he pushed and pulled his partner into his rough thrusts, hips slamming into Sole’s battered backside each time he bottomed out.

Each slam into him, and Sole was groaning into the mattress, his broken, pained sounds bordering on sobs as tears spilled down his cheeks. It was overwhelming. Maxson delving far into his depths, rubbing deliciously against his pressure points deep inside, the pound of his hips on his reddened ass, reminding him of the bruises that would still be there days after, the sound of his grunts above him as he came closer and closer to his climax.

“Gonna finish soon.” Maxson panted, “Gonna finish inside you.”

Sole whimpered, bucking his hips back wantonly at his Elder’s words.

“Gonna finish deep inside, that way, when it's dripping down behind you, you’ll remember this lesson. You’ll remember how it felt to be taught this lesson by your Elder.”

“Y-yes, sir.” Sole managed, his throat hoarse from his sobs.

Maxson’s hands tightened their grip on him, hips pounding hard against his backside, delivering quick, deep thrusts that left Sole floundering to keep up with the growing, overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure mixing so potently inside him.

The Elder thrust, once, twice more, burying himself deep in Sole’s ass, just as he promised, and released with an unrestrained shout. His hips bucked into Sole, his member shooting jets of hot cum and painting his insides with his release.

Finally, Maxson felt the tension leave his body fully, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake. He pulled his hips back, tugging his softening cock from Sole’s ass, and appreciated the sight of him. Red, and battered, and stretched, and used. He gave a soft pat to Sole’s ass, and the Knight collapsed onto the mattress with a final groan.

As the euphoria of their heated union slowly drained away, Maxson’s eyebrows knitted together in concern. He turned behind him, grabbing a rag from his dresser and a can of water from the table. Sitting down on the bed beside his partner, he wet the rag with the water, taking a few gulps of it after the fact and setting it on the floor. Gingerly, Arthur brushed the rag over Sole’s ass, cleaning him and soothing the hot, angry marks he’d left. He reached down to wipe what was left of Sole’s release from the mattress, turning his partner’s hips to brush over his stomach and cock as well. When he’d wiped himself clean, he threw the towel into the clothes bin and grabbed up the can of water.

“Here.” Maxson offered the water to his partner as he sat beside him on the bed, scooting close as Sole carefully rose to a sitting position, grimacing at the pressure on his sore ass. Maxson frowned.

“Thanks.” Sole grabbed the water, oblivious to Maxson’s concern, and drank the rest of its contents down before setting it aside.

“Are you alright?” Arthur asked softly, and to his relief, Sole smiled at him tiredly.

“I’m great.” He said, and Arthur raised a hand to wipe away a tear from his partner’s face.

“Honestly.” Sole insisted, “That was… something else. I haven’t felt like that… that good, in ages. So, thank you.”

Maxson visibly relaxed at his words, and Sole scooted closer to him, laying down with his head resting on Arthur’s torso. The Elder’s hand stoked over Sole’s hair gently, a soft smile tugging at his lips at the sight of his partner’s expression of pure contentment.

“I’m glad. I… thought I might’ve taken it too far.”

Sole shook his head.

“No, I enjoyed every second of it.” His hand came up to rest on the Elder’s stomach, his body settling further into him as they both felt the fatigue beginning to set in. “And I was glad you got so into it too, I wasn’t sure if you were gonna like it or not.”

Maxson hummed at that.

“Truthfully?” He said, “I’d thought about doing something like that with you before, but I wasn’t quite sure how to… approach the subject.”

Sole’s breath fanned over his skin as he chuckled softly.

“You were right, though.” Arthur continued, his eyes heavy as he watched Sole’s fall to a close.

“About what?” Sole murmured.

“I feel… better. Looser, less stressed. Thanks to you.”

He opened his eyes to see Sole’s little smile.

“Mm, told you so.”

Maxson chuckled as his eyes fell closed again, and he felt sleep calling to him. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he could answer. He felt like he could rest.

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