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Clothes were thrown in an irregular manner on the floor that were leaving behind a trail coming from near the entrance to the bedroom, the door was locked after Rocket had checked it for what felt like a multitude of times whilst scrambling as Sword kissed him desperately. They both severed their lips from each other as Rocket lay on the soft cushion of the bed.
Sword discards his few remaining garments which were his shirt, discarding it somewhere in the corner of a room. He looked at Rocket with a face which showed concern.
“Just to make sure, you sure you want this, ri—”
“ Fucks sake, Sword. I’ve wanted this for so long that it’s starting to hurt.”
Sword hums in acknowledgement, pushing up Rocket’s tank top, exposing his belly and rubbing his skin slowly, handling every inch of him with care before pushing the fabric upwards, exposing his chest and leaning his body in, kissing his neck while his hand started to rub and tease his nipples.
Rocket lets out a small moan, turning his head to the side to allow easier access for Sword to kiss and to continue biting his neck, Rocket gasps for air as the biting and licking continued to be felt a bit too high up his neck. Worrying that hickeys and marks could be seen tomorrow by people, he pinched the taller demon trying to gain his attention before resorting to using his hand to cover Sword’s mouth, effectively stopping him from continuing his marking.
“Fuck, Sword, not that high.” Rocket commented. “I can’t let people see this.”
“Mmm, alright.” Sword continued, except now he heeded Rocket’s wants and started going lower, he continued to tease his chest, effectively distracting Rocket from his kissing which he stops at his collarbone, before giving it a hard suck and bite, drawing out a loud moan from Rocket. He pulls away from the bite mark, before looking at Rocket in a way that expresses slight shock that Rocket responded like that at the hard bite. “Never thought you’d be into that.”
Rocket groans, half lidded eyes expressing his hazed mind, he sits up wobbly with Sword still holding onto his waist, he looks at the mirror somewhere in the corner of the room, he checks his collarbone to see if Sword did actually leave a mark from the intense bite. Rocket stares into the mirror only to see a huge hickey blossoming on it.
“Damn it—How am I gonna explain this to the make-up artists for the next phight?!” Sword only laughs, with Rocket rolling his eyes in response. “This bruise is gonna last two weeks at minimum.”
“Hey, it’s not like they’re looking under your shirt before it starts.” Sword lays his head on Rocket’s chest, hugging him tightly and looking up at his boyfriend. “Let me inflict this single mark, it shows that you’re mine.”
“So cheesy.”
“You love it.”
They both laugh, with Sword now continuing to explore Rocket’s body, kissing every inch of him, though his exploration stops when Sword’s hand reaches the hem of Rocket’s underwear. He leaned in closer to the point where their foreheads were touching eachother, Rocket sighed deeply into Sword’s neck, letting out a vibration which Sword felt.
Sword leans back, grabbing Rocket by his waist and putting the both of them into an upright position, helping Rocket take off the tank while the smaller leans on him for support at the sudden change of positions. Rocket splays his arms over Sword’s shoulders, wrapping around his muscular build. Sword continues to leave kisses all over Rocket. This guy really likes to use his mouth, huh? Rocket thinks, while playing with Swords longer hair and twirling it with his hand.
Rocket removes his hand from Sword’s shoulder, pulling his face in with his thumb and index finger, rubbing his lips before kissing him. Sword responded naturally, easing into the kiss like they’d done this hundreds of times before.
Rocket disconnects from the kiss, Sword trying to chase his lips before being stopped by Rocket’s hand. Sword lets out a whine at the denial while Rocket stared at his stupidly handsome face while rubbing his lip with his thumb. Cute.
Rocket looked down in elation, he gave a few kisses around Sword’s face. “You’re very special to me, you know that?”
Sword blushed, his eyes looking to the side. Rocket feels Sword's hands adjust from his body, before looking into his eyes again. “Of course, you wouldn’t go out of your way to ask me to have sex with you if you didn’t love me.”
Rocket laughed, a sweet thing. “Right on the money.” Rocket kisses Sword’s forehead, his hand holding his cheek. “I’m letting you do this because I love you, Sword. So be intimate with me for tonight, I’m all yours.”
Sword stared up at Rocket with a range of emotions before settling into a smile. His grip on Rocket’s thigh increased in intensity, gazing lovingly and intensely into Rocket’s eyes. “Whatever you desire, love.”
-
A series of unintelligible moans filled the room in an arrhythmic manner as Rocket was gripping the pillow on the bed, ass up and letting Sword stretch him out with his fingers. Sword’s lubed fingers were working their way through his walls, making sure he’s prepared enough for the incoming intrusion later.
“Hnng—Sword, don’t you—haah! Think that’s enough?” Sword has been stretching him out for a good few minutes now with no signs of stopping.
Rocket feels a breathy laugh against his back. “Not yet, love. I need to prepare you properly, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Rocket whines into the pillow, clearly desperate for Sword to just get on with it and get to the main part, but he continues to insist that Rocket isn’t ready enough to take him. “Come on, Sword, please just—Mmmh!?”
A surprised moan ripped out from Rocket’s throat, as he felt Sword’s thick fingers beginning to piston in and out of him in an unrelenting manner. Rocket’s hand flew to his mouth, his joints beginning to falter as he tried his best to hold himself up despite the intrusion in his bottom side.
Sword stopped, Rocket collapsing onto the bed and panting heavily. Sword leans down for a kiss, gently caressing his waist and laying on his back. “God, you’re so cute.” Sword laughs into Rocket’s back, rubbing comforting circles on his skin as he waits for Rocket to calm down.
It took a few minutes before Rocket recovered, he supported himself on an elbow before looking back and leading Sword into a kiss. Rocket repositioned himself so that he was now slightly sitting up with Sword following through. “Fucking hell, that took you long enough. Am I finally ready or do we have to follow through more steps?”
Sword chuckles at Rocket’s comment, finding it amusing that Rocket is so desperate to, well, have sex with him. “There's just one thing left—” Rocket wonders what it is. “Help me lube up?”
Rocket stares at Sword with an unreadable expression, before a look of mischief settles onto his face. He drags Sword to the edge of the bed, with Rocket now on the floor, his face directly looking at Sword’s bulge. “R-Rocket?!” Sword called out, surprised at the sudden action Rocket took.
“Shh, let me do this.” And with that, Sword shuts up.
Rocket starts to tease at the hem of Sword’s boxers, leaving trails of kisses on Sword’s thigh, leading up to the bulging cloth in front of him. He pulled down the boxers, Sword’s cock springing up, almost hitting Rocket in the face. And damn, was he big.
Rocket stared up at the dick in front of him, a bit intimidated by the sheer size in front of him. Oh well, he initiated this, there was no going back now.
He gave Sword’s dick a few light strokes before licking the tip, he admits that he’s nervous about taking the entire thing in his mouth, but he wanted to please him, too. He wants both of them to feel good.
“Rocket, if you feel like you can’t do this, it’s alri—?!” Rocket suddenly sinks a few inches into his mouth, gagging and trying to make sure his teeth didn’t touch the cock inside of his mouth. A hand flew onto Sword’s mouth as he groaned. “ F-Fuck—” A shaky breath elicits from Sword’s lips, now caressing Rocket’s head, comforting him in a sense.
Rocket breathed through his nose, making himself comfortable with the protruding dick. He tests it out with a few experimental bobs of the mouth, being careful to not graze it with his teeth, he leans in closer while feeling Sword’s grip on his hair tighten.
Rocket moans, sending a series of vibrations towards Sword’s cock, carefully inching in and putting more of Sword’s dick into his mouth. He felt it hit the back of his throat already despite him only taking in half of it at the time. He looked up at Sword, face flushed and sweat rolling down his cheek. Sword looks at him down lovingly, putting a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. He massages Rocket’s neck gently with one finger in an attempt to relax him.
Rocket further relaxes his jaw and throat, taking more of Sword in, his hand gripped Sword’s underwear for support. He moans at the feeling of the blunt object in his mouth, before finally taking the entire thing in, earning a loud moan from above.
He lets his tongue rest at the base of the dick, now reeling his head back a few inches before swallowing it again completely. Moaning and grunting could be heard from Sword as Rocket continued to mouth at Sword’s shaft.
“F-Fucking hell, Rocket, too deep—” Rocket feels the firm length twitch in his mouth, he detaches from it when a satisfying ‘pop’ could be heard, he gave Sword’s cock a few strokes while looking up at him with a grin. Sword’s cock glistens with Rocket’s spit, its veins twitching ever so slightly.
Sword stared down at Rocket, the back of his hand to his own mouth, breathing heavily whilst trying to regain his composure. “We had lube, you could’ve just given me a hand job instead of doing this.”
“What? Didn’t like it?”
“I never said I didn’t. This is gonna make me crave your lips even more.” Sword drags Rocket into his lap, holding him by his ass while kissing his neck.
“Aren’t you just so sweet.” Rocket laughs, embracing Sword as he pulls in closer, now directly whispering to his ear. “It’s not like I’ll deny you anything when you look so entranced during it.” Rocket whispered, a heavy breath drawing out as he lightly stroked Sword’s shaft.
Sword paused, feeling his own cheeks burn at the comment. He pulled back with an equally debauched expression, looking into Rocket’s face. He opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something before settling on a few words; “...I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” He coughs, looking to the side before going back to lapping at Rocket’s skin.
“More foreplay? I thought we had enough?” Rocket pouts, slinging his arms around Sword’s shoulders.
“Soon, love.” Sword lines up Rocket’s ass to his dick, kissing him in the meantime while doing so. He slowly lowered him onto his dick, Rocket moans at the protrusion of the fat head, legs beginning to shake. Sword wasn’t lying when he spent so much time preparing him, Rocket continued to lower himself onto Sword’s length until half-way through, breathing heavily while clinging his arms to Sword’s back. He feels Sword’s cock throb inside him, whining quietly into his shoulders.
Rocket quivers, stopping as he sighs heavily, trying to regain his composure to continue lowering himself onto Sword's cock, with Sword giving him gentle kisses as a form of reassurance. After a few moments of silence only interrupted by heavy breaths, Rocket lowers himself further, this time to the base of the dick.
He moans at the feeling of fullness, breath hitching and dishevelled hair looming across his face. “How the hell are you– haah –so big?!” Rocket commented, Sword only laughs in response.
“You only realised that just now?” Rocket rolls his eyes dramatically, adjusting himself out of discomfort. Sword notices this, grabbing Rocket by the waist. “Let’s get you to a more comfortable position.” Rocket was about to retort, but a few seconds later, he was already laid on his back, with Sword switching places, now on top of him.
He didn’t even realise that Sword switched their positions so seamlessly and quickly, he looked down to where their bodies connected, realising that Sword’s cock was still inside of him despite having to switch positions. Did he really take that in? Something as monstrous of a size as that? Moving onwards, he thinks about how Sword had manhandled Rocket to switch their positions as flawlessly as that while still keeping his dick inside, and that opens up many possibilities. Rocket reddens at the thought, his mind now wandering to different places.
“Hello? Earth to Rocket?” Sword waved his hand in front of Rocket’s face, gaining his attention. “Lost in thought or something? You okay?”
Rocket blinked, before responding. “Uh, yeah, and I’m alright, just a bit surprised, that’s all.”
“We could stop if you feel uncomfortable.” Sword leans back, exposing his body as he runs a hand through his own hair, fixing the loose strands that were blocking his face. Rocket bit his lip at the sight. There was no way they could stop now when they’ve gone this far.
“Sword, I’ll be fine, I want this, and I’m sure you do, too.” Rocket used an elbow for support, cupping Sword’s cheek, rubbing it gently. Sword grabs the hand that was caressing him, moving his head into it and kissing it, his eyes still fixated on Rocket as he does so.
“...Alright then, please tell me if you want me to stop.”
-
Sword would have never thought Rocket would enjoy being handled roughly during bed, debauched lips letting out whimpers and moans as he slid in his dick repeatedly. His back arching when Sword rubs against his prostate, and the way he felt so good wrapped around him.
Sword pulled out, earning a loud moan from Rocket, face dishevelled, blush spread across his cheeks as hair stood out wildly everywhere. He looks at Sword with a confused expression, before Sword readjusted his position to be laying on his front. He grabs Rocket’s waist, lifting his ass into the air before pushing himself in once more.
“S-Sword…! Oh, f-fuck—” Rocket trembled at the action, grabbing onto the pillow and holding it on for dear life. He moaned into the soft object as a response to being overcome in constant pleasure. Sword continues to buck his hips into Rocket, grabbing onto his dick while doing so, earning multiple whines and cries from the smaller demon.
Rocket moved his hips in unison with Sword’s thrusts in a frantic pace, desperate for more stimulation from Sword. Sword leans over, their bodies now rubbing on one another as Sword dropped a few kisses on Rocket’s back. Rocket jerked suddenly, ejaculating with his dick still in Sword’s hand.
Sword stopped, looking over at his boyfriend who was panting heavily. Sweat rolled down his temples as looked over at Rocket’s face, pulling out of his hole.
“Are you alright, love?” Sword peppered Rocket’s face with more kisses, comforting him.
Rocket stayed quiet, before suddenly switching their positions so that Rocket would now be on top of him, straddling his lap. He cupped Sword’s cheek, forcing him to look at his face before pulling Sword into a slow, languid kiss which lasted for longer than what it felt.
“Rocket?” Sword looked up at him, concern showing on his face.
“You…” Rocket heaved, still coming down from the high, breathing heavily while he intensely stared at his face. “You still haven’t come yet.”
Sword looks at Rocket, confused. “Rocket, you really don’t have to do this, I’m fine with not having to—”
“ Shut it. ” Sword closed his mouth immediately.
Rocket looks behind at the still-hard dick, lowering himself onto it almost immediately, which made a moan rip out from Sword’s throat. He grabbed onto Rocket’s waist, grunting as he felt Rocket’s walls close in on him once more.
Letting himself get used to Sword’s length again, he started to ride him, a hand grabbing onto Sword’s left shoulder for support. Rocket bit his lip, feeling that the new position somehow made Sword feel bigger. Tears started to well up at the corner of his eyes due to overstimulation.
“Rocket…haah…!” Sword heaves, pulling his body closer to Rocket’s, wrapping his arms around his waist. “You’re so…damn tight—!” He groans, kissing his collarbone.
“Mmh~ Ah…! S-Sword…oh~” Rocket lets out unintelligible moans, unable to say anything except a mixture of moans, grunts, and the occasional calling of Sword’s name. The sparks sent out from Rocket’s persistent bouncing on Sword’s cock.
Sword backs up to look at Rocket, meeting him in a slow, languid kiss. Both of their hands rubbing on eachothers skin, Rocket twitching every time Sword kissed his chest.
What started as precise and quick thrusts slowly turn into messy ones. Rocket begins to let Sword take control, his knees buckling from the sheer stimulation he was receiving. Their hips met each other sloppily, signalling that both were close to their limit. “Rocket, ‘m gonna—” Sword buries his head into Rocket’s neck, Rocket quivering in the process.
“Inside, please…!” Rocket managed to moan out, scratching onto Sword’s back, eyes half lidded and lips open in a debauched fashion.
He felt Sword nod into his shoulder, further gripping and holding onto his back. Rocket reels his head back, the thrusting from Sword going faster and faster before one last thrust and Sword buries himself deep into him, tipping over the edge and cumming inside.
Rocket moans at the fullness, fully going limp as he uses Sword’s body for support. He came shortly after Sword did, his own body still quivering from earlier.
He feels tired.
-
Sword lays down with Rocket side by side, he feels Rocket getting closer to him, burying himself into Swords arms. As much as he’d like to stay like this, he has something else to take care of.
“Cmon, Rocket, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Rocket groans, his grip on Sword only tightening as Sword tries to push away but ultimately fails. “Stay.”
“Rocket, the mattresses—”
“We can change them tomorrow.”
“Don’t you—”
“No, I don’t have to help dad out at the shop tomorrow, and no, we do not have a phight until the next three weeks or so. Just stay.”
Sword sighs, chuckling to himself and running his hand through Rocket’s hair. Unable to escape the grip Rocket had on him.
Oh well, he might as well just indulge in Rocket’s wants while he’s at it.