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Doc pushed a third finger in, and Lightning sucks in a breath, arching his back. If this was Sally, which it wouldn't be, she wasn't interested in this stuff, then three fingers would be fine. But it's not. It's doc. With rough, calloused fingers, large and thick. And Doc is moving faster than normal. It's because Lightning asked for this, awoke something in Doc like he always does. Because that's how Doc is. He doesn't realize he wants something until Lightning asks for it, because he doesn't think Lightning would have wanted it, or it just never seemed desirable until it *was* Lightning asking.
Doc massages in and out, applies some more lube. Leans over to kiss the back of Lightnings neck. He's groaning and reaching back to try and feel any part of Doc he can.
The fourth and fifth fingers come to fast, and Lightnings groaning, and jerking his hips away instinctually, teary eyed.
Doc stills his fingers, leans down. "There you go Lightning. Relax for me. You've got it."
Lightning cries out softly, turns his head and Doc kisses the edge of his mouth where he can reach.
Lightning does relax, because this is amazing, he wanted this and it's Doc and anything Doc does sends him over the moon. This is like a gift on top of a gift.
Even relaxed, Lightnings so tight, like a glove one size too small. And the doctor in Doc knows this isn't smart, that it can be dangerous. That Lightning won't be the same for at least a day, loose and fucked out. And that should concern him but the sounds Lightnings making, the faces he's making, he always defeats Doc in some way or another.
Doc pulls out and Lightning gives the deepest sigh of relief he's heard in a while. So he rolls him over onto his back, massages a hand up his front, grabs onto cock with the other, squeezing and rubbing and then kissing Lightning. He's so pliable, instantly melting back against Doc, twitching up into his hand. He's thanking Doc, of all things, and Docs diagonal across him, so he fends himself lightly grinding against Lightnings raised thigh at the sound of appreciation.
"Alright, baby, we're gonna try again."
"God, yes, yes please Doc."
He's spreading his legs obscenely, in ways Doc could never imagine himself doing. Doc pours more lube on his fingers, nearly slaps some of it onto Lightnings already loose entrance, spitting there. Mixing it all in like some holy potion. Two fingers, four, five. Doc starts pushing, working the last row of knuckles in, kissing up and down Lightning, his heaving chest. The dip running from between his chest, down between his abs, the sweat pooling down that line.
His hips are jerking away again, but Lightning is asking for more, and visually he looks fine. So Doc continues, as his body tries to flee, as his voice pleads for more, until he slips in suddenly and fast and with an obscene squelch.
Lightning damn near howls, arching his back and reaching desperately to hold Doc by his free arm, his shoulder, his back. He's always been loud, but even this almost startles Doc, who quickly sets to kissing his jaw, using his free hand to brush away Lightnings hair that needs a trim, even if that means putting most of his weight on his bad knees.
"I'm fine, I'm fine... just" he hisses, suckling in air. Twisting his hips, his waist. It's not like Docs cock at all, that gave a little. Moved with his body. This is like a warm, rough unmovable barrier and it's Doc and it's lodged in him and he's gasping even though Doc isn't moving. And Docs staring, watching. To see if he needs to withdraw, needs to comfort Lightning, needs to see every disgusting reaction that is Lightning getting off to this.
Doc moves his hand, twisting his wrist and moving it side to side and Lightning keens. Arches his back into the air before falling back onto the couch. That's when he starts pumping his hand in and out, other hand massaging one of Lightnings round cheeks.
Lightning collapses, clutching desperately to the arm of the couch. He would be biting it if it weren't for the tears, the half sobs, unable to hold himself up. Even his hips want to collapse, to pull away and give up, but Docs holding him up, kissing over his spine.
"Tell me how it feels, boy" because Doc genuinely wants to know.
Lightning can't answer at first, stumbling and gasping out "There's" at least five times before he can get out "There's no room-"
But Lightning isn't calling a safeword, and Doc is indulging Lightning; and now he's curious. And really he should get to indulge a little too, play with this golden boy of his, that he loves so dearly, loves that he's allowed to break. So he responds.
"Sure there is"
And he pushes a little deeper and moves a little faster even as his shoulder is getting sore.
"Doc! Oh- oh God"
Lightnings fighting again now, but you can't escape something as large as Docs brusque hands and strong knuckles, speared like that. So Doc wrestles him back in place, loving the flex of his tendons and muscles where his hips give way to his legs. Like a wild animal that only he's allowed to tame somehow.
The sounds Lightnings making change too, from punched out gasps and grunts and whines to something more solid and longer lasting, and they've done this kind enough that Doc knows what every inflection means, so he shifts on his knees and leans over Lightning, grumbles low on his chest into his ear.
"Already close, eh? Haven't even touched your cock. You don't need me to, huh?"
That's enough. The sound of Docs voice, all husky when he's out of breath with admiration and need, the way his head swims crazy when Doc talks vulgar. He's sobbing horrifically and tensing and trying to buck, just trying to survive an orgasm that's near torture with the constant extreme pressure on his prostrate, wrapping his arm around his too full hips and feeling the slightest pressure against his arm. And the entire time there's Doc.
"There you go, that's my good boy. Let it happen. See how good that feels?"
Lightning can't do anything after. He's just laying there, gasping, fluttering around open air, knowing he would for a few hours at least. Unable to think about much of anything else but that, the feeling of Docs hand, and how Doc is currently carrying him to their bed. Doc, who is smiling and shaking his head as he lays Lightning down.
"What am I going to do with you?"
He kisses Lightning, who is only just starting to even his breathing out and manages to kiss back.
"You're gonna do the same thing next week."
Doc cuffs the back of his head, unable to believe how much Lightning wanted this, how much he enjoyed this, wanted it again. How beautiful Lightning looked. It's only now he realizes he was so caught up in pleasing Lightning he never did anything for himself. He found he didn't mind though, be could take care of himself while Lightning turned in early for the night.
"Get some rest, Lightning. I'll get you some water." His silent love you was palpable. It didn't need to be said.