cheeky (2025)

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Dark fingers claw at pale arms, the latter wrapped tight around the other’s abdomen, greedily sinking into the taut flesh as best as it can. The rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh rings throughout the room, alongside a panicked gasp from one of the two men within.

“Viktor – I, fuck, — quit it — !” Eilhart yelps, slick thighs clenched as he tries to prevent the blonde from nudging his cock towards his hole. His hands scramble as he tries to pry himself off his grasp, but to no avail. Another thrust between his clenched thighs sends a jolt of electricity up his spine, forcing more juices to drip out of his cunt. “I – I already said no…!”

“...Come on,” Viktor grunts against flushed skin, his forehead pooling sweat on the other man’s shoulder. “Just this once.” He punctuates his plea with a sharp nip on the skin of the other man’s back, the distinct taste of salt and sweat filling his mouth as he laps his tongue over the bite. He hopes it bruises. “Please.”

“D-didn’t you – ah,” He struggles to spit his words out against grit teeth as the blonde moves a hand up his toned chest, fingers toying roughly with one of his nipples. Words fail to properly form in his throat as the blonde made sure that the dark nub stood out proudly, all swollen from abuse. 

“— listen to me…! S-seriously, stop it—!” Eilhart cries out, earning himself a particularly hard flick to the chest. He tries to elbow the blonde in response, but the awkward entanglement of their limbs made any force negligible whatsoever.

Viktor ignores him all the while, hands busying itself on the other man’s chest as he bucks his hips once more, angling his cock to grind the head roughly against the wet slit that rests above it. Once his crotch meets the meat of the other man’s behind, he makes an effort to press his girth right against the puffy mound, letting both of them savor the mingling heat. He lets out a low groan when he feels the other man shudder against him, breath shaking with each exhale. 

“I – ah – i-isn’t this enough already…?” Eilhart chokes out between shaky breaths, his traitorous cunt pulsing with unwanted anticipation the more the thought of being penetrated settles in his mind.

Viktor shakes his head, adjusting his neck to allow his chin to rest on the other man’s shoulder, thin lips pressing wet kisses at the base of his ear. Eilhart tries to pull his head away in response, but the blonde’s strong grip on his midsection only causes the two to shift forward, jostling the cock nestled between Eilhart’s thighs to grind at just the right angle for the head to grind against his clit. Whatever complaint dies immediately in his throat, his own hips bucking involuntarily to rub swollen flesh against flesh. 

“Sorry,”  Viktor whispers, a half-baked (and frankly, insincere) attempt at calming the other man’s growing panic before taking the opportunity to angle himself just right before pushing himself past his soft, wet folds and into the feverish warmth in one fell stroke. A choked moan escapes Eilhart’s parted lips, sweat-slick hair cascading down his shoulders as he suddenly lurches forward in an attempt to adjust to the sudden intrusion. 

“No, no, no, no — “ he babbles, legs shaking as he tries to steady himself while the blonde shifts his hips, inching more and more of his cock into the all-too-inviting heat.

“God, fuck,” Viktor groans, nuzzling his nose against the other man’s neck, inhaling the scent of his sex and sweat-addled musk as he starts himself off with a steady pace, hips eagerly  bucking to let his cock inch deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. “You need to stop keeping this away from me.”

A defeated whine escapes from Eilhart’s lips, body too occupied with the distractingly warm fullness inside him to tell him off. Viktor shrugs off the ache forming on his knees as he begins fucking into the warm heat, savoring the feel of the other man’s almost-virginal tightness with every thrust. A panicked hand finds its way on the top of his head as Eilhart tries to push him off, fingers tangled in the artificial blonde of his scalp, too overwhelmed from the building heat in his core to actually do any damage. 

His lips find the base of Eilhart’s ear once again, teeth lightly nipping at his soft lobes. A weak “N-no,” slips out of Eilhart’s mouth, his grip on his scalp growing loose, soft gasps punctuating his every breath with each bite to his ear, barely-restrained hips bucking back against Viktor’s own. “...Please.” 

…Unfortunately for him his little plea did little to deter the blonde, if not exacerbate his current arousal, his hips now bucking a little too hard and a little too deep that it drew out a genuinely pained groan from the other man. As a pathetic excuse for an apology he trails his hand downwards until it finds his clit, fingers nestled on the soft mound of grey pubic hair as he uses two of his fingers to fiddle with the oversensitive nub. He could feel the soft skin of his stomach quivering as he toyed with the swollen dicklet, pulling its hood back and grinding rough calluses over the sensitive flesh.

In response, Eilhart struggles under the blonde’s hold, his moans spilling out of his lips with growing abandon as his restraint fails him. He uses his remaining strength to keep himself upright, each thrust of the blonde’s cock digging into him deeper and harder as he got carried away, with pain shooting up his spine as the fat cockhead scraped against the agonizingly tender ring of his cervix with every other thrust but fuck , his body craved the feeling of being touched and filled and the pain like it was his only lifeline.

Viktor could only grunt against his ear, panting as he focused on both the tight warmth and the convulsing folds wrapped around his cock, fucking into him without much care for the other man’s disposition. It felt as if his cunt was sucking him back in every time he slid his length out with every other thrust, sopping wet flesh suckling his head tantalizingly before he slotted his entire length back in, earning himself a choked moan from the other man every single time.

“Vik — !”

…Is all Eilhart could choke out before Viktor sank into his tight depths once more, cockhead sinking hard and deep enough to leave a bruise that would certainly hurt for days — knocking a sob right out of his throat as his folds spasm around his cock helplessly, thighs clenched as his orgasm rips through his body, an unmistakable gush of liquid spilling all over his upper thighs.

He continues writhing in his arms as Viktor fucks him throughout and after his orgasm, hands weakly grasping behind him to seek any sort of purchase as his still sensitive cunt quickly adjusts to greedily beg for more, more, more, now wet enough that every thrust into the swollen flesh caused a particularly loud and lewd squelch to echo alongside their strained gasps. The blonde wasn’t too far off himself, his own hips becoming sloppy with each thrust, completely focused on chasing his own climax.

“D-don’t…” The whine dies halfway through in Eilhart’s throat, throat too strained from overuse. He barely manages to choke out the rest. “ngh — not t-there..!” 

Viktor could barely hear him begging him to pull out when his own orgasm hit, cock nestled deep enough for his seed to flood the entrance of Eilhart’s womb almost directly. The warmth immediately spreads through his core, a defeated whine escaping from his lips as his pussy helplessly throbs alongside each pulse of cum exiting from the blonde’s cock. 

Viktor groans long and shakily right into Eilhart’s ear throughout the ordeal, arms still wrapped tight against his belly, pulling his back as close to his chest as he could. Were he a less sensible man, he would have pulled him down to continue fucking him on the floor until he had throughly bred the other man as if he were a bitch in heat, as impossible the premise was given their combined circumstances. Nonetheless, the remaining working brain cells in his mind stored the thought for later, tantalizing enough for his softening cock to weakly twitch at the idea of.

Eilhart immediately slides down to the ground the moment Viktor loosens his hold on him, only barely avoiding total collapse as the blonde steadies him at the very last moment. A hiss escapes his teeth as gravity works its magic, the mixture of his slick and cum spilling out of his fucked-out cunt in globs. He keeps his golden eyes down, obscured by his disheveled hair, taking a moment or two to compose himself.

“F-fuck you,” are the first few words that he utters, punctuated by a hiccup as he tries to steady his voice. “I fucking told you — “

His words get cut off as Viktor pulls him into his arms, who had dropped down to kneel beside the other man. “Sorry, sorry.” He stifles a laugh, prompting golden eyes to squint at him in well-earned suspicion. “...It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Eilhart rolls his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of that’s what you said the last time, asshole. Viktor laughs instead, raising a hand to rub the grey-haired man’s back in a shallow attempt at comforting him. He could feel the skin quiver underneath his touch.

 “...Maybe I’d actually stop if you didn’t end up enjoying it so much,” Viktor coos, voice low as he traces circles across the other man’s sensitive back. Eilhart stays quiet, shooting Viktor a look that had carried the implication that he’d definitely throttle him in his sleep later, before dropping his head to rest it against the blonde’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as his breaths calm down. 

It takes him a moment but Eilhart mumbles a “You’re disgusting,” into his shoulder, almost inaudible except towards the blonde. Viktor snickers in response, feeling the other man’s warm breath in a well-earned sigh of irritation against his skin.

Viktor has half the mind to reach down with his free hand to trail his fingers across the other man’s cunt, the devil on his shoulder tempting him to go further and to finger his cum out of the still-sopping hole before the other man takes a shower. His hand instead finds itself at the junction between the man’s hips and thigh, edging dangerously close to his behind but not quite.

“...Don’t even think about it.”

As if reading his mind, Eilhart warns him, his tired hand coming up to bat Viktor's away from his hip.

Viktor laughs. Maybe he’ll play nice for today, then.