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The door clicked shut and Walter’s hands were already on him, his mouth finding Nico’s neck with a possessive, hungry groan. The sharp scent of hospital antiseptic still clung to them both, a reminder of the afternoon spent in the chemo infusion suite, but Walter was determined to burn it away.
“Need you,” Walter murmured against his skin, his voice a low, rough vibration. “Need to feel you alive under me, baby.”
Nico melted back into the solid wall of Walter’s chest with a whimper that was half exhaustion, half instant arousal. Even the simple slide of Walter’s palms up his sides, under his thin t-shirt, made his breath hitch. “Walter...”
“Shhh. I’ve got you.” Walter pressed a kiss behind his ear. “Just let me take care of you.”
His fingers hooked into the hem of Nico’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head in one smooth motion. Cool air kissed his skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of Walter’s mouth on his shoulder, sucking a dark mark into the pale canvas there. Nico’s head fell back, a broken moan tumbling from his lips.
Fuck.
Even that, just a kiss on his shoulder, had his cock thickening in his jeans.
Walter’s hands dropped to the button of Nico’s pants, popping it open. The zipper rasping loudly in the otherwise quiet room. “Look at you,” he breathed, sliding his hands into the back of Nico’s jeans, gripping the swell of his ass through his boxers. “My beautiful boy. So fucking good for me, sitting through all that shit today.” He kissed Nico’s throat, softer now. “You deserve to feel nothing but pleasure now.”
He guided Nico backward toward the bedroom, never breaking contact, shedding clothes between kisses and murmurs. By the time the back of Nico’s knees hit the matress, they were both naked. Walter paused, his gaze dark and reverent as it traced Nico’s body, his lean frame, the softness his illness had left behind, the faint scars from ports and procedures that Walter kissed every night. His eyes lingered on Nico’s chest.
“God,” Walter groaned quietly, his voice thick. He palmed one side, thumb brushing roughly over a pert nipple. “You’re so beautiful. These perfect fucking nipples, always getting hard for me. I want to suck on them until you’re crying.”
He carefully pushed Nico down onto the bed, following him down, covering him. His mouth descended and took it into his mouth without another word. Nico cried out, back arching off the bed as Walter sucked, tongue lashing the sensitive peak. The sensation shot straight through him, electric and overwhelming. Walter switched to the other, giving it the same ruthless attention, biting gently, before soothing with his tongue.
“Walter, please...”
Walter lifted his head, lips slick. “Still okay?” His thumb stroked Nico’s hip, grounding.
“Yes,” Nico breathed, eyes blown wide. “Please.”
“Good.” Walter kissed him again, slow and reassuring, before the heat returned full force. “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” Nico gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. “I need you inside me, please, I need to feel you-“
Walter silenced him with a kiss. It started tender, a soft meeting of lips, a silent I love you, I’m here. But it deepened quickly, tongues tangling, breath turning ragged, the kiss growing messy and urgent. Nico lost himself in the weight of Walter above him, the familiar brush of his necklace against his skin, the undeniable hardness pressing against his thigh.
Walter broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down Nico’s sternum, over his stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel. Nico squirmed, his hips rocking helplessly.
“So fucking eager,” Walter chuckled, the sound dark and promising. He settled between Nico’s legs and pushed them apart. He looked up, meeting Nico’s gaze. “I’m gonna eat your perfect ass until you can't think staright anymore. Then I’m gonna fuck you so deep you forget your own name.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He bent his head, breath hot against Nico’s inner thigh, and then his tongue was there, broad and wet, tracing a slow, deliberate stripe over his hole.
“Oh, GOD!” Nico cried out, his whole body seizing as pleasure tore through him. Walter was relentless, circling, teasing, then pressing inside, fucking him with shallow, wicked thrusts. Nico’s hands flew to Walter’s head, fingers tangling in his dark hair as stars burst behind his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, Walter, right there, don’t stop!”
Walter groaned against him, the vibration sending Nico spiraling. He licked and sucked, spreading him wider. He buried his face in Nico’s ass, tongue delving as deep as it could go before pulling back to lap at his trembling hole. Nico’s words dissolved into desperate praise, his body trembling on the edge. “Your mouth, fuck, your mouth is so good, you’re gonna make me come, I’m gonna come just from your tongue in my ass, please, please...”
Walter pulled back abruptly.
“Not yet,” he commanded, his voice ragged. He reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before pressing one inside, slow and careful, without breaking eye contact. It went in easily, Nico already open and wet from Walter’s mouth. Nico gasped, his back bowing.
“There you are,” Walter crooned, curling his finger just right. “Breath for me. You’re so fucking tight around my finger, baby. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
He added a second finger, stretching him open, scissoring slowly. Nico was a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. Every touch, every brush of Walter’s knuckles against his pirenium, sent sparks through his overstimulated nerves, tearing obscene sounds from his throat.
“Ready for me?” Walter asked, slicking himself up, the thick length gleaming in the low light. He was huge, hard, and dripping already. Nico’s mouth watered.
“Yes, yes, fuck, Walter, I need it, give it to me,” Nico begged, reaching for him.
Walter moved up, settling his weight. He hooked his hands under Nico’s knees, pushing them back toward his chest, lifting his left leg and holding it high, opening him completely. The position left Nico exposed and vulnerable, and safe. He was completely Walter’s to use, to pleasure.
The blunt, wide head of Walter’s cock pressed against his entrance. Walter paused, just holding it there, letting Nico feel the insistnet pressure. “Look at me,” he ordered. Nico’s eyes, blown wide with lust, found his. “You’re mine. Every fucking part of you. This sweet, tight hole is mine to fuck. Say it.”
“Yours,” Nico choked out. “All yours, Walter, please...”
With a guttural groan, Walter pushed forward, filling him in one deep, relentless thrust
The fullness stole Nico’s breath. He cried out, a raw, ragged sound of pure ecstasy. Walter was deep, so deep, stretching him perfectly, filling the empty, aching space inside him. Walter stilled, buried to the hilt, his own face tight with pleasure and restraint as they both shook. “Fuck... Nico... you feel... incredible.”
Then he begann to move. Slow, deep, thrusts that dragged perfectly against his walls. Nico’s moans turned high and needy, the sounds filling the room. Walter held his leg up, his grip firm, his other hand braced by Nico’s head, their faces inches apart. He fucked him with a focused, possessive intensity, his eyes drinking in every twitch, every tear that began to well in Nico’s eyes, adjusting when Nico tensed, murmuring praise when he relaxed again.
“That’s it, baby,” Walter panted, his rhythm never faltering. “Take my cock. Take every fucking inch. You’re so good, so perfect for me.” He leaned down, capturing Nico’s mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing his cries. He shifted his angle slightly and Nico broke the kiss with a shattered gasp.
“Right there! Walter, right there!”
“I know, baby, I know,” Walter grunted, hammering that spot with precision. “Gonna make you come all over your stomache without even touching your pretty dick.” He reached down between them, his thumb finding Nico’s nipple again, pinching and rolling it. It was too much. Nico’s world narrowed down to the point of Walter inside him, the friction, the overwhelming love in Walter’s eyes.
His orgasm ripped through him with a violent, unexpected force, coming with a strangled shout, streaks of white painting his chest and stomache, his ass clenching tightly around Walter’s driving cock. A white-hot pleasure coursed through him, stealing his vision, his breath, his thoughts. Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes and tracked down his temples into his hair from the sheer physical overwhelm.
Walter rode him through it, his thrusts growing erratic as his own control slipped “Feel that, Nico? Feel how fucking tight you are when you come? God, you’re milking my cock. My perfect boy.” He leaned down, licking a tear from Nico’s cheek. “Look at you. Crying from my cock. So fucking beautiful.” He kissed Nico’s cheek, gentler now, grounding him as the aftershocks tore through him.
When Nico was boneless and trembling, Walter carefully pulled out, making Nico whimper at the sudden emptiness and rolled him onto his stomach, repositioning him with practiced care. He pressed back in, deeper from this angle, and Nico cried out into the matress. Walter’s grip tightened on Nico’s hips, almost bruising, his pace faster but still controlled, one hand reaching forward to lace their fingers togehter on the sweat damp sheets. The intimacy made Nico sob as Walter fucked into him.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’ve always got you. Gonna fill you up,” Walter promised, his voice a rough scrape. “gonna pump my cum so deep inside you, you’ll feel it for days. You’ll remember who you belong to every time you move.”
Walter’s thrust became brutal, perfect. He was hitting that spot with every plunge, and despite having just come, Nico felt the coil of another orgasm building impossibly fast. His sobs turning into broken pleas. “Walter, I can’t... I’m gonna come again, fuck, please...”
“Do it,” Walter demanded, slamming into him. “Come on my cock again. Show me how much you love it.”
The combination of the pressure, the intimacy, the way Walter held his hand, pushed Nico over the edge again, a dizzy, dry wave that left him trembling and weak, his hole spasming wildly around Walter’s invading lenght.
Walter followed him with a hoarse shout, burying himself as deep as possible as he came, holding still as he spilled inside him, hot and endless. Nico felt every jet, every warm spill, and it pushed another broken moan from his lips.
Walter collapsed over him, careful not to crush him, their hands still locked. He nuzzled into Nico’s neck, breathing hard, his softening cock still buried inside. They lay there for a long moment, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and come.
He gently pulled out, a slow drag that made them both gasp. He rolled onto his side, gathered Nico into his arms, tucking him against his chest. He kissed his shoulder, his neck, his damp hair. “You okay, baby?” he whispered, his voice soft now, full of a reverence that contrasted sharply with the filthy things he’d just been saying.
Nico could only nod, pressing closer He was a trembling, marked up mess, and he’d never felt more loved and safe.
Walter reached for a discarded t-shirt and gently cleaned the spend from Nico’s stomach and chest, before kissing the top of his head. “My good boy.” he murmured. “My perfect Nico.”
Nico tilted his head up, finding Walter’s lips for a soft, lingering kiss. It tasted of salt, sex and them.
“I love you,” he murmured against Walter’s mouth.
“I love you, too. More than anything,” Walter replied, his arms tightening around him. His hand slid down, palming Nico’s ass possessivly and squeezed. “But I’m not done with you tonight, I just need a few minutes. Then I’m gonna get that sweet mouth of yours on my cock. I want to fuck your face until you’re gagging on it.”