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Thank u max you are my king. Gonna kiss you on the head and tuck you in tonight

3. What was your top 5 books this year?

1. The Raven Tower by Ann Lecke: Mawat is set to be the new Raven Lease, a interpreter of an old Raven god, but when he comes back, he find his uncle has taken the spot on the bench. Mawat assumes his father must have been killed. We follow his best friend Eolo as he does the dirty work in finding out what happened to his friends father. The story is told through the perspective of another old god, the Silence and Patients of the Hill as he tells the story of what happened to Eolo, and how the Raven came to power.

I... read this book in 2020 to my suprise... The world building, the building of the world of old gods, it was soooo amazing.

2. A Close and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers: Lovelace, a ship AI, went though a hard reset and cannot remember the people of the ship she was on, her supposed friends. Pepper, a biofacimile and mechanic, takes her in with the help of a new body and a place to call home. It’s the story of how Lovelace finds her new place in the world, and how Pepper originally found hers.

CLONE AI FRIENDSHIP!!! The found family, the self discovery, it was all so good. Made me soft and happy.

3. Wild Beauty by Anna Marie McLemore (My favorite author!!): Estrella and her 4 cousins have the power to grow flowers at thier fingertips. They have fallen in love with the same girl. However, who ever the Nomeolvides women love are cursed to die. When a boy appears after generations do disappearing and a rich man wants to turn thier power into a tourist attraction, Estrella must figure out the history of La Pradera that has cursed them.

Anna Marie McLemores books are always my favorite, they have such good writing and I find all of thier books and short stories to be in my top 10 or whatever I am reading.

4. King and the Dragonflies by Kacen Callender: After the death of his brother, Kingston assumes his brother turned into a dragonfly. Between the grief, the dreams he has about his brother, and his best friend Sandy who came out to him as gay, he’s struggling. When Sandy disappears to escape his abusive father, Kingston and Sandy go on an adventure of their town to keep Sandy safe, and Kingston finds out more about himself.

While it’s nice that we are getting more queer rep in books, I do not care as much for romcom stories. I read Felix Ever After and that one didn’t click as much with me. Something about stories of queer people finding themselves is much more interesting to me.

Love from A to Z by S.K. Ali: After getting caught passing notes saying things about her Islamaphobic teacher, Zayneb is suspended, and sent earlier to Doha for spring break to spend time with her aunt to settle down. Adam, recently diagnosed with MS, going to Doha to return to his family after quitting university, is struggling with his life. Little do the two of them know they both keep the same journal, documenting Marvels and Oddities. They meet in an airport on the way to Doha and things go from there...

I finished this one last night. I usually don’t like YA romance, but SK Ali knocked it out of the park with this one. I think my favorite m/f pairing is sweet guy and righteously angry girl

4. Did you discover any new authors this year?

I enjoy Kacen Callender, who I discovered this year! Becky Chambers Wayferers series is so good, so much found family I’m soft. SK Ali’s books were really good, I love how unapologetically Muslim her characeters are. I also liked Talia Hibberts start to the Brown sisters trilogy, chronically ill romance was amazing. All of them are really good. Oh!! I also got into Junji Itos work which is super good, the ink work is 👌

13. What were your least favorite books this year ?

The Magnus Chase series by Rick Riordan. The islamaphobia and racism was so prominent, it’s so frustrating to see this in one of the most prominent children’s series rn. Less worse, it just feels like a cash grab at this point, it wasn’t memorable

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtuew by Mackenzi Lee. The more I think about this book it makes me mad. Also doesn’t help she was in multiple controversies, signing books that weren’t hers by authors of color and marketing her romance with a trans man as f/f.

Jojos Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood Manga by Hirohiko Araki: There’s a reason people skip this. It’s boring and as deep as a kiddie pool

Lucky Few by Kathryn Osembree: The book itself wasnt great but the ending where the author tried to tell people not to stereotype cause homophobes are like us was the final nail in the coffin

Five Feet Apart by Raechel Lippincott. Everything about this book was annoying, but she also killed off her only gay character who also happened to be the only character of color to advance the white girls narrative. Hated it

16. What was the most overhyped book you read this year?

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. I might just not be into war stories but also it was kinda boring. I didn’t like it as much as everyone else did, and once I got to the end I was listening to it at 2.0x speed to get it done faster. Not my favorite book by far this year

#long post #SORRY THIS GOT LONG I AM ALWAYS SO EXCITED TO TALK ANOUT WHAT I READ

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Kinktober2023 Day 13: Face-Sitting

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Summer Lovin' contains: oral sex/cunnilingus, masturbation, cis/trans, angel/demon dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, folds, clit, hole. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria. Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Pride was literally from Hell, and even he couldn’t take this heat wave. All the windows in the apartment were thrown open wide, oscillating fans spun in every room, and it still wasn’t enough. He resorted to wearing nothing but his trunks and a loose tank top, which still didn’t help. Even the normally modest Justice had stripped down to his boxers, heavy locs high up on his head in a messy bun, forgoing his usual neatness. The oppressive heat beat them down until they gave up and spent the day on the couch. Justice stretched out on his back and Pride draped over his sticky chest, unable to do anything but sweat and complain about it.

“I wish it wasn’t so hot,” he mumbled.

“I wish we learned what air conditioning was before we found this place,” Justice said.

“Yeah, well you picked it out so…” He gave up halfway though the accusation. “Ugh. Whatever. I don’t care.”

“Wow. Not even picking a random fight. That’s how I know it’s hot out.”

Pride couldn’t retort to that either, groaning weakly instead. The fan in the center of the room blew a blissful puff of slightly cooler air over them, but it was gone too quickly to enjoy. It was hard to enjoy anything in this state. He was lying half-naked with Justice, and he couldn’t even revel in it.

Well… maybe he could try reveling in it.

He peeled his cheek off Justice and propped up on his chin. Justice looked kind of miserable, resting on the arm of the couch with his face screwed up with discomfort. Sweat beaded at his hairline, the occasional drop slipping down the side of his face. Pride reached out to trace his cheek, and his expression softened, lolling his head in the direction of his touch. He drew a circle around his lips, and Justice stretched his lips to kiss the end of his finger.

It was barely sexy, but Pride needed to think about anything else. He shuffled farther up to plant a real kiss on his mouth, slow and lazy. It carried a hint of salt from their endless sweating, but he didn’t care. Justice didn’t seem to mind either, rubbing his sticky back from under his shirt. Each pass he made pasted Pride’s body hair in a new direction, but it made him shiver anyway.

Justice pushed farther up his back, and it was the only excuse he needed to peel his shirt off. Pride dropped the damp garment onto the floor—Justice didn’t protest. Another sign of the times.—and resumed the kiss. When he opened his mouth, searching for deeper affection, Justice cupped the back of his head to help. They twisted their tongues in a lazy dance, too exhausted to push for anything heavier. It was a smooth, easy glide of lips, not concerned with anything but staying together.

Reveling in their closeness was much easier now. Pressed chest-to-chest, the blistering heat added to the mood, indistinguishable from unhurried lust. Pride sighed when their bodies brushed, skin slick with sweat. Gradually, he felt Justice’s cock poke his thigh, slowly hardening underneath him. He groaned a little, getting a new kind of damp between his legs.

“D’you wanna do something sexy?” Pride mumbled against his lips.

Justice hummed. “Maybe,” he said. “I kind of just want to lay here.”

“We can do both.”

He raised his eyebrows. Pride took the liberty of demonstrating.

First, he dragged himself up to his knees. He shuffled forward and nudged Justice off his perch, guiding him to lay his head on the cushion. By that point it was obvious, but Pride still went all the way, kneeling over his face and bracing himself on the arm of the couch.

“Best of both worlds,” Justice quipped, running his hands up his thighs.

“I’m glad we agree,” Pride said.

He wiggled his trunks off and dropped them on the floor with his shirt. No cool air rushed between his legs this time, every molecule baked in the ridiculous heat. But Pride was wet, and Justice gazed up at his cunt with leisurely want.

“Open,” Pride told him, and he did, tongue out and waiting.

Slowly, Pride lowered, using the couch to control his descent. Justice pushed through his slick folds as soon as he got close enough, warm tongue parting his cunt to lap his clit. Pride moaned breathily, pressing down on his mouth. Slick hands grabbed his waist, Justice licking him in wide stripes, and he went still to enjoy it.

The hot haze of the day had drained so much of his energy, Pride was more than happy to lean on his elbows and let Justice lick away. He met Pride's clit with slow caresses, taking his time. His tongue smoothed over his clit, up and down, drawing out his pleasure and his wetness. The occasional long, wet stripe up his cunt made him sigh.

Normally, Pride’s mouth would have been full of praise or teases, but he couldn’t muster up the brain power this time. His mind had melted into a thick sludge, thanks to the weather, and Justice’s tongue on his clit only sped up the process. His nerves tingled with static, the delightful sensations buzzed through his mind, but he could only moan or sigh about it.

Justice didn’t let it slow him down, not that he was moving very fast to begin with. He played with Pride’s clit as if he had all the time in the world, and meant to make use of it. Achingly slow brushes sent wave after wave of bliss through his body, and he didn’t stop there. When it started to feel too predictable, Justice slipped down and swirled his hole, teasing the very edges of his wet, loose cunt. Pride always moaned, always dug his nails into the couch, and always shuddered head to toe. And then Justice returned to working his clit, lapping him gently as if he never left.

Pride fought to keep his eyes open in the face of such exquisite pleasure. Without thinking, he rocked his hips, chasing the feeling. The hands on his waist squeezed, encouraging, so he kept going. With small rolls of his hips, Pride rubbed against Justice’s tongue as he licked. It brought intensity to his caresses, a little spike in a sea of softness.

“Mfhm,” Pride mumbled, barely able to speak. “Feels good…”

Justice muffled a small noise into his cunt, and squeezed his hips again. Pride leaned a little harder on the arm of the couch, rolling his hips harder. Justice moaned.

“You’re so good,” he continued, blabbing whatever came to mind. “Even when you’re—mmhn—all lazy, you still have t-to—fuck—h-have to eat your favorite food, hm?”

Justice sucked his clit softly, a clear response, and Pride moaned softly. He rocked with a bit more purpose, more intentionally grinding himself on his tongue now. Thrusting against such a hot, wet mouth was more than good—it was amazing, sending little lightning bolts up and down his spine. Pride almost drooled from the feeling, forgetting everything except how good it felt to fuck himself on Justice’s face.

The feeling distracted him so much, he almost didn’t notice the gentle slapping sound from behind him. One of the hands on his hips was long gone, and when he twisted around to investigate, he discovered why. Justice had pushed down his boxers, one hand slowly stroking his cock in time with Pride’s thrusts. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and spilled over his fingers.

“Oh, Justice,” he breathed, and lifted his hips off his face. A sloppy Justice protested, but could barely get a word out before Pride turned around and sat back down. “Next time, tell me so I can watch.”

Justice shuddered and eagerly started to eat him from the back. Pride rocked back against his tongue, using his torso for leverage, and watched him stroke himself at the same time. Every downstroke revealed more of his tip, hidden again when his hand went up, and Pride wished he had the energy to crawl over and suck it. The wet sound of his foreskin made him whimper. He ground back harder and harder, fucking himself on Justice and watching him jerk himself faster in tandem.

“You like how it tastes?” Pride asked. “S-so sweet that you can’t get enough, so you have to touch yourself.” He shuddered a sigh when Justice flicked his clit side to side. “So sweet, so good, J.”

Pride pushed back against his mouth and whined, freezing in place as Justice gave him as much as he could. He licked fast and intense, hand stuttering around his cock. All Pride could do was press back and accept it, take everything he had to offer and more. He moaned openly, exhaustion replaced with a desperate need.

“Yesyesyes,” he slurred. “More, more, don’t stop, I need it.”

Justice took it as a challenge. He sucked Pride’s clit hard enough to make him cry out, and flicked him faster than ever. Pride arched, toes curling, curling his fists against Justice. He had to close his eyes, intensity building and building up inside him.

“Close,” he warned. “’M close, so close, don’t stop.”

One last suck of his clit later, Pride came on Justice’s tongue. It shuddered through his body, flushing him with heat and ecstasy. His mushy brain was dribbling out his ears by the end of it, and possibly out of his cunt too.

“Ffmhmm,” Pride announced, before collapsing.

Justice grunted as he landed. He was still hard, cock half-forgotten in his hand while he worked to bring Pride to his end.

“Oh no,” he mumbled, poking it.

“I-I’m okay,” Justice panted.

Pride twisted around to make sure he wasn’t being polite. On the contrary, Justice appeared satisfied. Breathless, messy, covered in wetness, and a few hairs, but satisfied.

“Really,” he promised. “I just thought it would feel nice. And it did.”

As someone who loved orgasms, it took Pride a few seconds to accept this. “Hm. Okay.”

He flipped back over and cuddled against his chest again. Justice patted him awkwardly.

“Well, I do still need to clean my… everything.”

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Kinktober2023 Day 10: Hair-Pulling/Tail-Pulling

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Headstrong contains: vaginal penetration/PIV sex, oral sex/fellatio, cis/trans, angel/demon dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, folds, hole, clit. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria. Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Pride draped his tail over the side of the couch, the wicked barb on the end twitching every so often. He had his head in Justice’s lap, a hand massaging his scalp, and the world’s dumbest TV show playing in front of him. Life was good.

“I can’t believe you’re making me watch this,” Justice said, not for the first time.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” Pride replied.

A fight broke out on screen. The characters yelled at each other for no discernible reason, a useless drama dropped into the scene for the sake of itself. Verbal threats snowballed into physical ones, and the warring parties were quickly forced apart by the side characters. Pride could only snicker, unable to take it seriously.

“That’s so unnecessary,” Justice commented, almost amazed at how pointless it all was.

“She kind of deserved it,” Pride said. “Her fault for being such a bitch—ow!”

Justice yanked his ponytail, then returned to his gentle massage. “Don’t be rude.”

“I can’t be rude to her. She’s not real.”

“It’s a rude thing to say.”

“So? What if she really is acting like a bitch—ow!”

Justice yanked it harder, snapping his head back. Pride lashed his tail, but heat raced down his spine. The tug on his scalp trickled down his neck and bled warmth.

“I don’t think,” he said, “that’s accomplishing what you want it to.”

“I was hoping you’d at least get distracted.”

“In that case, it’s working perfectly.”

Justice chuckled and gave him a little tug. “Good.”

He let Pride plop back down onto his lap, but he was too far gone now. He arched his back and whined impatiently.

“If I say more mean things about the characters,” he asked, “will you do that again?”

Justice sighed. “You’re supposed to stop saying mean things.”

“You shouldn’t have rewarded me for it then.”

“This is a reward?”

He yanked again. This time Pride moaned, only slightly exaggerating for the sake of making his point. It did feel good, though—hot arousal pooled at the base of his spine, mind full of horny static.

“Yes,” he moaned. ”More.”

Justice sighed. “I’ll never win with you, will I?”

“It’s not my fault your idea of punishment turns me on.”

Fuck, that was really sexy now that he thought about it. Every time Justice tried to punish him, it wouldn’t work, so he had to do it again. Pride shuddered at his own idea. If he wasn’t wet before, he definitely was now.

“You’re impossible,” Justice said, fondly exasperated.

“You need a bigger imagination,” Pride shot back.

“Now that’s rude.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

Sadly, Justice didn’t fall for the obvious bait. He let go of Pride’s hair entirely, smoothed down his back, and yanked his tail instead.

Pride gasped, hips lifted off the couch and into the air. Electricity shot down his nerves, setting his ichor on fire. Justice dropped him back down, but he ached for more, cunt throbbing between his legs.

“I swear,” he warned, “Justice if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to do it myself.”

“I guess I have no choice,” Justice laughed.

In a heartbeat, Pride was up and mashing their lips together. Justice accepted him with a little noise of surprise, welcoming the kiss with open arms. Pride wrapped his tail around Justice’s forearm, kissing him hot and rough. He got the idea, gripping the base of his tail and yanking it.

Pride moaned into his mouth, no longer exaggerating, and with no need to exaggerate. He jerked his hips, clawed at Justice, made every signal known to humanity and beyond that he needed to be fucked hard right now.

“Okay, okay,” Justice said, hushing him with a kiss or two. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He snuck out of the embrace and down the hall. Pride wasted no time, stripping naked before he even heard a door open. The dumb show had moved on from the fight, but he couldn’t care less. He cared so little he snatched the remote to mute it entirely. He didn’t need or want any distractions.

Pride knelt on the couch cushion and propped himself up on its back. He could see out the balcony window, the evening fading to night. Watching TV was supposed to be their date tonight, but this was so much better. He combed his bush with impatient fingers, skimming over his wet folds.

Justice came back, lube in hand. His footsteps stuttered as he drank in the scene before him, Pride kneeling in wait for him. Pride wiggled his fingers in a cutesy wave and swung his tail.

“This way, huh?” Justice observed, coming up behind him and taking his hips.

“You have the best reach,” Pride said, pointedly shaking his head to make his ponytail wobble.

“Yes, good point.”

The sound of a zipper and fabric crumpling made Pride shiver. He waited with bated breath while Justice slicked his cock, shifting on the cushion and wiggling his ass. When Justice took his hips, one hand slippery from lube, he whined.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready,” Pride breathed.

“Okay, never mind,” Justice replied. He lined up and sheathed his cock in Pride’s cunt without preamble.

“Fuck—yes!”

Pride dug his nails into the couch. He threw his head back, moaning loud while Justice fucked into him. Justice took his ponytail and tugged it in time with his thrusts. When his cock drove in, he jerked Pride back hard, drawing out moan after moan.

Brimming with lust from head to toe, Pride shoved his hips back desperately. Justice thrusted again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. His breath was hot and ragged against Pride’s neck, his hand clenched his hip tight, and the fist yanking his hair sent constant tingles through his nerves.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” Pride gasped. “That’s so good, it’s so, so good.”

“I feel like,” Justice panted, “this isn’t a good message to send.”

“Hm?”

“You know.” He snapped his hips and Pride groaned. “H-having sex when you say something rude?”

“Like you c-could ever stop me—ah!”

Justice tugged his head back, bent low, and mouthed at his neck. Pride moaned shakily, squirming in his arms. He sucked lightly at the dip of his shoulder, pulling his ponytail at the same time. It made Pride dizzy and desperate.

“Harder, harder, Justice,” he whined.

He took a shuddering breath, and his hips stopped moving. Inch by inch, he pulled himself out, letting Pride feel all of his cock as it slid out until only the tip of him pressed against his hole. Then, he grabbed his tail at the base.

Justice snapped Pride back by the tail, driving his cock in hard. He swore loudly, and dissolved into a babbling mess as he did it again, and again, and again. At the same time, Justice kept tugging hair, each thrust hitting with twice the effect. He yanked Pride around, pounded his cunt, and left him keening. With every tug, his voice broke a little more, his head spun a little faster, and his thighs shook a little more.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes,” Pride chanted. “Justice, it’s so fucking good.”

“Good enough,” he breathed, “that you’ll be nicer?”

Pride laughed breathlessly. “Oh, fuck no. I’ll be worse.”

“W-worth a shot.”

Justice didn’t let his loss slow him down. He railed into Pride, fucking him hard and rough. Frantic, Pride mashed his fingers against his clit, breath short and a coil in his gut winding tighter and tighter.

"More, more, more,” he moaned. “Yes, more, you’re gonna make me come!”

Taking this to heart, Justice twisted his tail around his arm and pulled viciously. Pride nearly screamed as he came, a sound worth every wanton noise he’d ever made. Justice took over rubbing his clit, too overwhelmed to do anything but shake and moan.

When Justice pulled out, he whimpered, so empty without his cock. Pride mashed his face into his arms, exhausted. Justice kissed a line from shoulder to shoulder.

“Need anything?” he murmured.

“Mfm,” Pride responded.

He slumped onto the couch. Justice chuckled and sat next to him, and revealed something very important: he was still hard.

“There was a really easy way to get me to stop talking, you know,” Pride said.

“Of course you tell me now,” Justice teased.

But he wasn’t deterred. Pride slipped off the couch onto the floor, and knelt between his legs. As a bonus, he shook his hair out of his ponytail, slipping the elastic band over his wrist. Justice caught on immediately, eyes blown wide.

“Y-you don’t have t—” he started.

“I won’t be able to say mean things,” Pride pointed out. He was already closing in, pressing his knees apart and guiding his hips closer.

“I was just k-ki—hah…”

His sentence dissolved into breathy moans as Pride drew his cock into his mouth. He shivered from the taste alone, a mix of salty pre-cum and his own wetness. Heavy and hot, Justice’s cock filled his mouth as easily as it filled his cunt, taking up space like it belonged there. Pride liked to think so.

Pride laved his cock with his tongue, licking in long stripes. He sucked gently, drawing his lips into a tight ring, and moving up and down his shaft. Justice panted, whining for him, eyes half closed in pleasure.

Holding his gaze, Pride picked up one of his hands and put it on his head. Justice groaned deeply, threading his fingers through Pride’s hair. Pride moaned around his cock, sucking a little harder. He gasped, fist clenching, and Pride shivered all over.

It didn’t take much longer than that. Justice came with his mouth hanging open, softly moaning and combing his hair. Pride lapped up every drop of cum, savoring the taste.

“Okay,” Justice panted. “Maybe that was smarter.”

“You should still do the other thing,” Pride said, rubbing his cheek against his thigh. “A lot.”

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Kinktober2023 Day 15: Car Sex

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The Scenic Route contains: semi-public sex, fingering, anal sex, hand-jobs, strap-on, cis/trans, angel/demon Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Justice was, admittedly, a bit of a lightweight. It didn’t take much more than a couple glasses of wine for him to be leaning heavily on Pride’s shoulder, and from there it was a downward slide into giggling and mumbled endearments.

Tonight, Pride picked a bar to spend the evening. By the time they left, Justice stumbled over his feet like a newborn foal. The streetlights blurred into stars, shining brilliantly over the rest of the dizzy world. Pride held his hand, steadier, but still wobbling, heavy bag on his back swinging with every step. All night Justice had wondered what was in it—maybe he forgot. Maybe it was a surprise. Maybe Pride would show him when they got to where they were going. He couldn’t remember that either.

“Where’re we goin’?” Justice asked.

“We’re going hooommme,” Pride said, staggering into his side in his excitement. Justice giggled along, happy that he was happy, until he realized something grave.

“Oh no, wait.” He froze in his steps. “I can’t drive.”

“Wha?” Pride tugged his hand. “’S fine, we don’t need t' drive.”

“But how are we gonna get back?”

Pride stopped tugging, brow furrowed. “Uh… We’ll go to sleep.”

“Sleep?”

“Yeah, if we go to sleep, we won’t be drunk anymore, than we can drive away.”

Justice couldn’t argue with that logic. He couldn’t argue with any logic. “Okay.”

Cheering loudly, Pride dragged him down the street. Justice cheered too because it looked fun. Pride whooped again, Justice copied him again, and within seconds they were racing down the street, shouting and snorting with laughter. In their excitement, they almost ran past the car.

Fumbling the keys out of his pocket, Justice unlocked the doors. The lights flashed, adding new stars to the night. Pride opened the back door and crawled in, scooting all the way across.

“Justice, come ooonnn,” he whined.

“I’m comin’,” Justice promised, hurrying to get inside.

He hurried so much he banged his head on the top of the car on his way in. With a yelp, he tripped over his feet and collapsed onto the seat. Pride gasped.

“What the fuck, are you okay?” he asked.

Justice thought for a moment. Then burst into laughter, half hanging out of the car and his face shoved in leather. It took a moment, but Pride started laughing too. The drunken giggles overwhelmed them, until Pride had slid halfway out of his seat, and Justice almost slid out of the car again.

“Nonono, come back,” Pride ordered, dragging him up by the shoulders.

“’Mkay,” he mumbled, sitting up properly. Giggles slipped through his smile.

“Argh, the door’s still open.”

Pride crawled over his lap to heave the door shut. Justice brandished the keys and locked them in. The world was suddenly dark, quiet, and small. The front seats and stereo blurred into silhouettes, becoming weird blobs of shadow before his eyes. It made him exhausted trying to figure them out—and that reminded him they were supposed to go to sleep now. Before he could lie down, Pride sat on his lap. Which was not sleeping.

“Okay, now—” Pride started.

“Shhh,” he interrupted.

“Wh—”

“Shhh.”

Pride narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“You have to shhhh. We’re sleeping now.”

“We don’t have to.”

“But you said!”

“We can do anything we want. Pfft.” Pride wrapped floppy arms over his neck, head down on his shoulder. “I’m not even sleepy.”

Justice hugged him out of habit. “But what about driving home?”

“I dunno, later.”

“Okay… What do we do now?”

Pride nuzzled into him. Justice felt him smile against his neck. “Nothin’.”

He was already smiling, too. “No, let’s do something.”

“What d’you wanna do?”

“What do you wanna do?”

At that, Pride bonked their foreheads together. His hazy eyes were the only things Justice could see, two beautiful red stars lighting up the night that surrounded them. Suddenly, he was aware of how close they were, bodies pressed together, alone in the dark. His mouth went dry, a rapid drumbeat kicking up in his chest.

“You’re pretty,” he murmured, shy all of a sudden.

“I was gonna say that,” Pride grumbled.

“Well, I wanted to say it first.”

Pride stuck out his tongue in defiance. Justice stretched out his tongue and poked it. He recoiled, baffled and disgusted. “Eww!” he cried.

Justice couldn’t respond, dissolving in laughter again. Pride tried to get him to stop, insisting that it wasn’t funny, but the only thing that worked was a full, deep kiss.

Their lips met, and his mirth got swallowed up by a tidal wave of emotion. Justice reached out to pull Pride closer, kissing him over and over. He didn’t realize he wanted it so badly until he had it, hot breath coming out in pants as Pride slid their lips together. Clumsy tongues tangled in their mouths, and Justice squirmed in tandem. He whined before he even knew why, but Pride still gave him what he wanted somehow. As soon as he did it—whether it was biting his lip, biting his jaw, sucking at his neck—Justice knew it was exactly what he wanted. Maybe he wanted everything.

“Hey,” Pride purred into his ear. “You wanna see something?”

Justice nodded, trusting this to be what he wanted to. Pride pulled back, dropped his heavy bag off his shoulders, and unzipped his fly. It was useless in the dark, but he took one of Justice’s hands, and pressed it against his hips. His fingers found tight straps of a leather harness, and the cool metal shape of an O-ring.

“You—“ Justice breathed.

Pride bit his lip coyly, eyes hooded with lust. “Do you like it?”

“When?”

“Since before we left.” Justice gaped. Pride rubbed the O-ring in circles. “Do you wanna?”

Justice nodded rapidly. He knew he definitely wanted this.

The purpose of that heavy bag was revealed. Pride got off Justice’s lap to dig around in the big pocket, cursing how dark it was the whole time. One after the other, he pulled out a dildo and lube. Justice couldn’t speak, gut clenching at the sight. Of all the surprises he could think of, this was a big one. Pride fit the dildo in his harness, wiggling it around for good measure.

“Turn over,” he said, shaking the lube around too.

“Um, uh, okay!”

Justice twisted around in the cramped space to find a good place to prop himself up. He chose to face the door, on mostly all fours, one leg slipping off the seats. Pride reached around to undo his fly. Justice shivered, whining a little, as his hands shoved his pants down his hips to his knees.

“You’re so pretty,” Pride sighed, squeezing his ass.

There was too much alcohol in him for his cock to fully behave itself, but Justice moaned like he was rock hard. When two slick fingers pressed inside his hole, he gasped, so full of heat he couldn’t contain himself. Pride pumped in and out of him right away, stretching him out, and teasing his prostate. It took mere minutes for Justice to rock back on his hand, whimpering, aching for more.

“Fuck, why are you so sexy?” Pride asked, slipping his fingers out.

“W-want you,” Justice responded. He wasn’t sure if that answered the question, but it was true.

“I know, I’m gonna be in you so much.”

The anticipation made him whine. Justice gripped the leather seat underneath him, waiting patiently to be filled again. He was rewarded when the tip of a silicone cock touched his hole, cutting his breath short. Pride gripped his hips, slowly pushing in.

Justice couldn’t control his voice, moaning shakily. The strap filled his ass so perfectly, his whole body buzzed with the rightness of it. When Pride’s hips tapped against his ass, his breath came in short pants. He was hot all over, body flushed with want.

Pride shoved his hands under Justice’s shirt and skated his hands over his back. He fanned his palms over his shoulders and dragged them back out, scraping his nails on the way. Justice sighed, eyelashes fluttering. He loved getting touched, he loved how Pride felt, he loved it all. He couldn’t think straight, but his mind settled on feeling so good.

It felt good when Pride pulled out, too, the strap-on gliding over his insides. Justice whimpered when he thought he was empty, but Pride rushed back in, landing home hard. He choked, moan lost in his throat, and Pride thrusted again. Each one sent fireworks crackling up his spine, a brilliant spark of pleasure that he could barely handle. Justice gasped and moaned, head thrown back in his euphoria.

“Does it feel good?” Pride asked him. “Better feel—so good.”

Justice nodded, whimpering.

“Tell meee.”

“I—It f-feels so—ah! So good, Pride.”

Pride landed a thrust so hard it shoved him against the door. Justice caught himself right before his face smashed up against the window. Hands pressed to the glass, he couldn’t begin to adjust his position, because Pride didn’t stop.

If anything, Pride fucked him harder, gripping his hips and slamming into his ass. Justice couldn’t stay still, jostling with every thrust. His body rocked, his hard cock bounced, his ichor was full of fire, and his face was right up to the window. Every moan, every whine, every desperate, erotic look was projected out to the world. Justice whimpered and ducked his head, embarrassed.

“Whatcha doin’, hm?” Pride murmured. He landed one last thrust, burying himself deep, and leaned over Justice’s shoulder. “Hiding?”

“The window…” Justice mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” He reached down and grabbed his cock, giving him lengthy strokes. Justice scrabbled against the door. “You don’t want everyone to see how pretty you are?”

His head spun in rapid circles, unable to think. Justice moaned and rocked against Pride, trying to make him thrust again. He didn’t.

“You’re so pretty, Justice. I think everyone should know about it.” Pride kissed his neck. “I would like it.”

Justice keened. He wanted to do what Pride liked, so, so desperately. He squished his cheek up against the window. Pride gave his cock a hard stroke.

“Thank you,” he said, and thrusted hard.

Getting fucked against the window was all Justice knew. He moaned for Pride, arching his back, thrusting into his hand and against his hips. He wanted to feel everything so much—and he stopped caring if people could see. All he wanted was Pride, all he needed was more Pride.

In the small car backseat, the sound of Pride’s hips slapping against his ass was so much louder than in their bedroom. The wet sound of his cock, dripping with pre-cum, rang stark in his ears. Even his own moans felt louder, all of it contained in a tiny box.

The longer Justice got his ass pounded, the more he felt his breath shorten. He writhed against the door, moaning louder and louder. He panted so hotly it fogged up the glass, hands scraping wet patterns through the mist. He jerked his hips with no rhythm, nothing but desperation moving his body.

“P-Pride,” he gasped.

“Mhmm?”

“It’s—I’m—!”

“You’re close? Gonna come?”

Justice nodded, whimpering. Pride grabbed his chin, pointing his face directly out the window.

“Make sure you’re so, so pretty for everyone,” he murmured.

Justice moaned so loud, he wasn’t sure if he came before or after it. Either way, his orgasm hit him fast, rushing through his body in an instant. He spilled hot cum over Pride’s fingers, shaking in his arms, and nothing had ever felt so good.

It could have been minutes or hours when he finally came down. Pride slipped out of his ass and pulled his pants back up.

“Now we go to sleep,” he announced.

Too dizzy and exhausted to argue, Justice scooted away from his mess and fell asleep in the back seat. Pride curled up at his side, clutching his arm.

The next morning, the car smelled awful.

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Kinktober2023 Day 11: Blood Kink

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Justice expertly julienned another carrot, metal of the blade flashing in his hand. He scraped the thinly sliced vegetables into a bowl, grabbed another whole carrot, and sliced it in half to begin again. Watching him from across the counter, close enough to reach out and touch, Pride sighed wistfully.

Even though he was banned from making meals for both of them, he made the effort to hover around while Justice cooked. Whether that meant gathering ingredients, giving unwanted advice, or simply standing around so Justice would have to acknowledge him at some point, Pride was there. He’d be eating half this dish, after all, so frankly he should be allowed to give some input!

Opposed to throwing together whatever happened to be in the fridge and hoping it was edible, Justice followed recipes to the letter. He kept the cookbook open on the counter even if he’d made the dish a hundred times, moving with practiced efficiency. Most of the time, Pride was distracted watching him work—especially when he got out the knives.

He couldn’t help himself, really. Justice was able to cut things quickly into evenly shaped chunks, and he made it look easy. Vegetable chopping prowess wasn’t the reason Pride had to stop and stare, though. Justice had a control, rarely utilized, that made him want to claw the walls. The way he gripped the handle, the confidence of putting his hand so close to the knife, how he slid his fingers down the flat of the blade to nudge any extras off. Pride swallowed hard.

“Are you going to help,” Justice asked, “or stand there?”

“Stand here,” he replied.

Justice glanced up from his carrots to eye him disapprovingly. Pride smiled back. Nothing would change his mind: watching Justice handle a knife was the most important thing he could be doing in the world.

“How many of these do you need?” Pride asked.

“This is the last one,” Justice said, “but then I have to dice the tomatoes.”

“Cool…”

He slid the first julienned half of the carrot into the bowl and grabbed the second. “You’re entertained by the strangest things.”

“Sure, ‘entertained.’”

“What would you call it, then?”

Pride tapped his cheek, pretending to think. “I guess I’d call it being ‘deeply aroused’ by—”

“Argh!”

The knife fell with a clatter onto the cutting board. Justice jumped back, clutching his fingers. Golden ichor stained the blade, along with the few slices of carrot he’d managed to chop.

“What happened?” Pride asked.

“Cut myself.” Justice rushed to the sink. “Can you get rid of those, please?”

“Sure, yeah.”

Pride reached across the counter and scooped up the sullied carrots. The ichor glimmered with power, radiating beauty. This was an angel’s blood—Justice’s blood. The inside of him was as bright as the outside, so pure his veins ran gold. Pride couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.

The ichor slid down the sides of thinly sliced carrots, threatening to drip onto the counter. Not thinking at all, he stuck them in his mouth.

It burned. As if he’d taken a bite of the sun itself, his mouth burned, rejecting the holy substance between his teeth. Down to his fundamental essence, his body revolted against it, setting every nerve on fire in an effort to get him to stop.

Pride didn’t stop. Through the pain, he admired the taste of the ichor—the taste of Justice. Somehow, it tasted like comfort. It was a warm hug. It was peace, one of the building-blocks of eternal rest. Heaven. It seared his tongue and gave him hope. Pride didn’t know what to do other than suck on them a little to—

“What are you doing?”

Pride jerked up. Completely baffled, Justice gawked from the sink. He clutched a paper towel around his sliced fingers, gold bleeding through the thin material.

“Getting rid of ‘em,” Pride answered, muffled by the carrots still in his mouth,

“I meant throw them in the trash,” Justice said. “Not eat them.”

“Too late now.”

Pride chomped down on the reject carrots, and Justice cringed the whole time. The ichor burned all the way down, fire racing down his throat. He shivered.

“Are you… okay?” Justice asked.

“You’re one who’s bleeding.”

“And I felt your pain. That’s technically a holy substance, Pride, do you need—”

“I’m fine.” It wasn’t a lie, he felt more than fine. “It’s okay, I—I liked it.”

Too shocked to reply, Justice sputtered at him, but he wasn’t paying attention. Pride circled the counter, came up to him, and took his hands.

“Can I,” he asked, “see it, for a minute?”

“See this?” Justice confirmed, raising his injured hand.

Pride nodded, swallowing thickly. He must have looked as desperate as he felt, because Justice unwrapped his hand and held it out for him. Two cuts, one on his index and middle finger, gushed shimmering gold ichor. It smeared over his skin, fingers slightly curled. He almost whined.

“Pride?” Justice asked, voice softening.

“Don’t—Don’t fuckin’ judge me for this,” Pride breathed. He picked up the hand and pointed the fingers towards his mouth. “C-can I…?”

It was clear in his eyes that he didn’t understand why, but Justice nodded. Pathetically grateful, Pride slid his fingers onto his tongue.

The ichor burned, but this time he moaned. It scorched his gums and made his teeth rattle, but the gentle aftertaste made all the pain worth it. Pride lapped up more, aching for the fiery calm. Dizzy from pain and pleasure alike, he shoved a hand down his pants, pushing past his wet folds to rub his clit.

“O-oh, okay,” Justice said, standing there with a dirty paper towel and an addled expression.

“Msorry,” Pride mumbled, between his whimpers. He didn’t know why he apologized. The comforting flavor of the ichor made him weak.

“No, no, if this is what you need, I’ll—I guess I’m already helping.”

Pride laughed around his hand, and moaned when Justice stroked his tongue. He sucked more ichor out of the tiny wounds, and Justice let him, the cause of both his aches. Already, his mouth felt raw, burned over and over. He didn’t stop, didn’t even think about stopping, sucking and licking and rubbing himself in frantic circles.

As much as he loved it, Pride hated it too. If the ichor had been painful and nothing else, he might have been able to salvage some dignity, but the softness was what brought him back. The tenderness wrapped around his chest and squeezed him tight, until he wanted to explode. Such a holy thing wasn’t meant for him, and he knew it. That was why he couldn’t get enough.

Justice stroked the inside of his mouth, bleeding all over it, and he nearly sobbed. The ichor coated his tongue, his teeth, his throat, setting it all on fire then kissing him with blessings he didn’t deserve. Pride bucked into his own hand, too overwhelmed to keep an even pace. His head spun with countless emotions, and then he really did sob, a single tear racing down his cheek.

“Oh, Pride, no,” Justice murmured, kissing his forehead. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

Pride keened for him, taking his fingers as far back as he could. He knew Justice was here for him, protected him, loved him, bled for him, and every mechanism of creation said he wasn’t supposed to. Pride was never meant to taste divinity again, so thoroughly barred from forgiveness that anything holy burned him alive. But Justice gave him anything and everything he could, just because he wanted it. Pride choked and whined and sucked and fucked his hand, because he knew this was the best he’d ever have. Sucking the blood out of an angel was as close to Heaven as he’d ever get again.

Seeing his dissolved state, Justice reached down to help in a second way. He joined Pride’s hand against his clit, rubbing him firmly. He moaned so loud, so needy, not even the fingers in his mouth could muffle it. The burn of the ichor faded in the face of it, replaced by a hot bliss. Pride jerked his hips against them both, racing closer to his finish every second. All he could taste was fire, all he could do was want it, all he could see was Justice, watching him with fond eyes.

“Love you,” Pride mumbled through his hand.

“I love you too,” Justice said. He still didn’t know what was happening, Pride could tell, but that didn’t matter. Justice loved him.

His orgasm didn’t happen at once. Instead, it washed over him like a wave. Pride arched against the counter, whimpering softly, and Justice guided him through it. He stroked his clit until the very end, when Pride went limp, and dropped his mouth. Justice took his fingers back, slimy with saliva.

“Well, I’m not bleeding anymore,” he announced.

Pride managed a dizzy laugh, mouth stinging. He slouched against the counter, staring off into space, for minutes.

At some point, Justice brought him a glass of water. “Go rest,” he said. “I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.”

“’Kay,” Pride mumbled.

He waddled out of the kitchen, and collapsed on the couch. Later, they ate there together, and Justice had two small bandages around his fingers.

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Kinktober2023 Day 5: Cock Warming

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Pride was beginning to wonder what was taking Justice so long to get home when the door opened. He expected a cheerful greeting, his usual satisfied exhaustion after a day of volunteering, but nothing came. The door shut without preamble.

“Justice?” Pride called, warily, from the living room.

“Yeah,” came the weak reply. “I’m back.”

That… didn’t sound good. Abandoning the TV, Pride trekked to the foyer to see what was up. He found Justice there with his head back against the door, shoulder bag uncharacteristically crumpled on the ground, but that wasn’t the part that made his ichor run cold. It was the splotchy, purple-black bruise around his swollen eye. It spread over his cheek and obscured his freckles, turning his warm brown skin an angry maroon.

“Justice, what the fuck?” Pride blurted, caught between shocked and furious.

“I’ll explain it, I just—” his voice broke, and he took a shuddering breath. “I need to sit down, for a minute.”

He nodded, teeth clenched, and Justice shuffled into the kitchen. Pride fumed in the foyer for a few extra seconds, flexing his fists at his sides. He could not wait for an explanation, along with the full name and current location of who was responsible.

First thing was first, though. He followed Justice into the kitchen. There, he sat on one of the counter stools with half his head in his hands. Slumped, defeated. Pride had never seen him so crushed.

“Want some ice?” he asked.

Justice picked up his head enough to glance his way. “I can heal it on my own.”

“Yeah, but it still hurts. You know I know that.”

He smiled a little, probably remembering all the times he had to heal Pride’s copious, human-inflicted wounds. “Okay,” he agreed. “Thank you.”

Pride shoveled some ice into a plastic bag, wrapped it in a dishcloth, and handed it over. Justice took it gratefully. But he didn’t un-slump.

“What happened today?” Pride dared to ask.

“A lot,” Justice sighed. “It was busy today, a lot of people. A lot of… pain. I wasn’t handling it as well as I usually do, and—” He broke off to swallow. “It was just hard. To know that my help was only temporary, I wasn’t really fixing anything.”

Pride nodded, rubbing his back. If there was one good thing being a demon had brought him, it was removing his ability to feel everyone’s pain—physical, emotional, whatever. Angels had a rough time on Earth versus up in Heaven, where the tiny cries from the humans below were easier to ignore.

“And then at the end of the day, someone started a fight in the parking lot. I went out to try and break it up.” He sob-laughed, one visible eye welling up. “That went great.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Pride tried.

“But I couldn’t stop any of it.” The bag of ice clattered as it hit the counter, Justice turning his palms to the ceiling in a plea for answers. “It feels like I’ll never be enough. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can’t help anybody.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

He shook his head, but couldn’t answer through his tears. Pride pulled him into a hug, careful of his injury, and let Justice muffle his sobs in his shirt. And though Pride stroked his hair gently, his eyes burned smoldering holes into the wall.

If it didn’t mean abandoning Justice, Pride would already be prowling the streets. He would search relentlessly for the sorry piece of shit who thought they would be able to get away with thinking about laying a single finger on Justice—on his Justice—and keep all their limbs attached to their body afterword. Or keep their teeth inside their head. Or keep their skin unpeeled.

A wet cough interrupted his rage. Justice wiped his cheeks, flinching when he touched the fresh bruise. Pride took a mental step back from his violent fantasies. No matter how correct he was or how much that idiot deserved it, it wouldn’t help Justice. It wouldn’t un-punch his face, and it wouldn’t make him feel any better. So he tabled his revenge quest. For now.

“Can I do something?” he asked.

“I think,” Justice sniffed, “I want to lie down.”

“Okay. My room or yours?”

“Yours, please.”

Pride kissed one of his salty cheeks. “Go ahead, I’ll meet you there.”

Justice nodded, shuffling down the hall. Pride made a detour to the living room so he could turn the TV off, then to the bathroom for a bottle of painkillers just in case. When he got to his room, he found Justice lying on the bed, an arm thrown over his face, not noticing him enter at all. A sinking feeling came over Pride as he realized how tired he must have been—he still had his hair half-up in his usual bun, and didn’t even bother to get his nightcap.

Pride snuck back to the bathroom. He took Justice’s favorite nightcap out of a drawer, long, dark blue, and constellation-patterned. Back in his room, he set the painkillers on the nightstand.

“Hey,” he said. “You forgot this.”

Justice peeked out from under his arm. “Oh. Right.”

With clear effort, he sat up. He scooted to the edge of the bed for the nightcap, but didn’t put it on. For a long minute, he rubbed the smooth material between his fingers. Pride couldn’t help but stare at the bruise. It was so unnecessary, and on the least-deserving face.

“Can I ask you something… weird?” Justice said at last.

“I love weird questions,” Pride replied.

“Okay. Well.” He sighed heavily, preparing. “I missed you today. I was really, really looking forward to coming home and being able to see you. Do you—Would it be okay if—if I warmed you? For a little while?”

Not a hint of lust in the air, it caught Pride by surprise. “You want me to get the strap?”

“If that’s okay?” Justice twisted the nightcap in his hands. “I want to be close to you, so…”

“It’s more than okay.” He gave Justice a soft kiss, and privately celebrated when he smiled.

While Justice put his hair up, Pride prepared his harness. He slipped it on over his trunks and fitted the O-ring with one of the medium-small dildos at his disposal. Less prep, still big enough to feel.

After being given the okay, they laid down together, on their sides so Justice wouldn’t have to put any pressure on his eye. He kicked his pants off and bent his top leg to let Pride stretch him open, one finger at a time, until he could take the strap with ease.

“Feels okay?” Pride asked, forehead pressed against his back.

“Yes,” Justice said. “Thank you.”

Pride kissed his shoulder. “I’ll be here as long as you want.”

He nodded, sighing contentedly, and snuggling into the pillow. Pride wrapped around his torso with his top arm, catching his hand and lacing their fingers. It was quiet.

It wasn’t the first time Justice had ever warmed his strap, but it felt different somehow. The other times, there was the expectation that Justice would lose his composure. That he’d be begging to move eventually, that sex would follow at some point. But not this time. When fingering him open, he didn’t get more than halfway hard. Even now, Pride could feel a bit of his dick against his thigh—completely soft. Not a single drop of lust floated onto his tongue, either. Justice wanted to be close, nothing more, nothing less.

In a way, it felt even more special. When Justice was tired and beaten, when he felt useless, when he needed to rest, he came to Pride. He sought out the comfort of his body, wanted to be as close to him as physically possible. Justice came to him to feel safe.

If only he’d actually been able to keep him safe. That thought sparked a bit of the rage he’d stamped down earlier. If Pride had his way, Justice would never be hurt again. Unfortunately, the universe didn’t correct course to his whim as it should have.

Despite how warm and comfortable it was to lie there, he couldn’t stop thinking about how unfair it was. That Justice, out of all the humans in that parking lot, got punched. A literal angel, who spent most of his time helping random passers-by on the street, got caught in the crossfire of a stupid fight that probably wasn’t worth the energy.

And what was worse, Justice thought he was the failure. That some idiot’s impulse made him the bad guy. He thought that if he couldn’t solve all the problems in the world by himself, it meant he wasn’t doing enough. That was the most unfair part of it, in Pride’s mind. Not even Justice was cutting himself any slack.

“Hey, Justice?” he said.

No response. He squeezed their hands. Nothing. He untangled his fingers and pinched his nose.

Justice twitched. “Hrmn?”

“Did you fall asleep?”

“Little bit. Feels nice.”

Pride grinned into his back, squeezing him around the middle. “I can get a bigger one for you.”

“Maybe later.” Justice pulled his leg up a little more. “I like this.”

Pride pushed his hips as close as he could. “Suit yourself.”

“Did you wake me up just to ask me that?”

“Uh—no, I had a thing.” Pride wasn’t sure how much sense he made, but he said it. “I know you want to fix people’s problems. And I know you feel like you didn’t do enough today, because you were only helping a little. But even if you never fix anyone’s problems, I still love you.”

“Thank you,” Justice said, softly. “I love you too.”

“And I totally would have killed the one who hit you if I was there.”

“No killing, we talked about this.”

“Fine—but I wouldn’t have let them touch you.”

Justice laughed under his breath. “Thanks, I think.”

“You’re welcome.” Pride was quiet for a moment, then added, “You know I’ll always protect you, right?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“But I will.” He shifted onto all fours, keeping himself inside Justice the whole time. Pride brushed his cheek, under the very edge of the bruise. “I want to.”

Justice didn’t say anything. His mouth wobbled into a smile. His swollen eye leaked a single tear across the flat bridge of his nose. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Pride gently grabbed his chin and tilted his head for a kiss. He reached out to cup his neck, another bid to be closer. In response, Pride parted, pulled out, and rolled Justice onto his back. He pushed his knees back when he slid the strap back in, and Justice pulled him down for another kiss.

And for a while, that was all they did. Pride kissed him slowly and deeply, not moving an inch. Justice didn’t ask him to, either, content to warm him while they got lost in each other. The one thing that changed was the state of his mood. There was a faint whisper of lust in the air, and his cock was a bit more responsive.

Pride didn’t take any initiative. He kissed Justice, sucked his lip, mouthed a soft line down his neck and back again, but never made a thrust. It was hard not to think about, though. On his knees, with Justice’s legs splayed on either side of him, pressed against his hips, he did think about it. Very much.

“Pride?” Justice said, mid-kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Can I, uh.” He glanced away. “Can I have a bigger one now?”

Pride could not have agreed faster. He swapped the current dildo for a larger one, in both length and girth. When he came back to bed, Justice tasted of a lot more lust, and he was fully hard at last. Taking equal, if not greater, pleasure in it, Pride pushed his legs back and pushed in slow. Justice gasped hotly, scrabbling for the sheets. When it was buried to the hilt, he groaned. Pride leaned down close, kissing his ear.

“Is that what you wanted?” he purred.

“Yeah,” Justice breathed. “Yes.”

“Good.” He pulled back out. “Me too.”

Pride thrusted at last, and Justice whined beautifully for it. He swore to himself he was going to go slow, make it a tease, but that plan quickly fell apart. Before he knew it, Pride fucked into Justice deep and hard, and worked his cock for good measure.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he breathlessly swore. “I’ll protect you, I’ll make sure no one ever touches you again.”

Justice bucked his hips, whining and moaning. Pride caught his next noise in a kiss, breaking away enough to keep going.

“No one can touch you but me. You’re too good for everyone else, I’m gonna keep their filthy fucking hands off you, Justice, and I’ll make you feel so good.”

He nodded frantically. “P-Pride, I’m—”

Pride didn’t let him finish, landing a hard thrust to cut him off. “You’ll never get hurt again, I won’t let anyone ever, ever hurt you.”

A series of broken cries left Justice, then he jerked his hips and came. Pride rushed to shove his shirt up his chest to avoid staining it. He partly succeeded, some stripes flying further than he expected.

“Whoops,” he muttered.

Justice wheezed a laugh. “I was trying to tell you.”

“I was in the zone, okay?”

He laughed some more, and Pride scoffed about how he couldn’t have possibly known that’s what he was trying to say. In the end, Justice took his shirt off and let it sit in shame on the edge of the bed. Pride tried to pull out to clean up the rest of the mess, but Justice pressed his hips back in with his heels.

“A bit more,” he mumbled.

Pride happily obliged, leaning over to kiss him. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Justice smiled a real, happy smile. “Thanks to you.”

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