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Sword and Rocket fumbled into Sword's bedroom, hands exploring all over each other. They hadn't seen each other for a while; Rocket had work and Sword was out on different kinds of adventures, which stole him away from seeing his pretty boyfriend. Finally, however, there was an opening. A weekend where neither of them had anything to do. And so, Sword invited Rocket over, leading to where they were now.
Sword's hands scrabbled at Rocket's waistline, slipping under his belt. In turn, Rocket fumbled with Sword's shirt, the two of them momentarily pausing their kissing to allow Rocket to pull Sword's top up and over his head, the latter shaking his head, head wings twitching at the action. Rocket thought it was akin to a dog when wet; though Sword acted like a big dog most of the time, anyways.
Rocket's hands immediately slid downwards, fingers tracing along the scars which adorned Sword's muscled chest. That one was from an explosion, these are his top surgery scars, that's from mentoring with Venomshank… Sword was simply beautiful. A tapestry of marks from all his endeavors, and Rocket leaned forward, capturing Sword's lips in a kiss yet again.
Sword smiled into the kiss, closing his eyes and letting his hands unzip Rocket's pants, the two of them too stubborn to break away this time, to let Sword more easily take off Rocket's pants. Because of this, Sword just couldn't get Rocket's pants off, and the two broke apart in mild exasperation.
"Rocket- let me take off your pants."
Rocket huffed. "But I wanna kiss you. Feels like forever since I last saw you!"
"We can kiss after we get undressed! I'm not goin' anywhere…" Sword whined, pressing his face to the side of Rocket's neck.
"Better not." Rocket muttered, moving to shuck his own pants off, Sword going for his shirt.
"Can I take off your binder, too? Dunno how long you've had it on, n all.."
Rocket seemed to think for a second, before shrugging. "That's fine. Gotta let em breathe n all."
Sword took off Rocket's shirt, the other's binder soon coming along with it, thrown somewhere in the room. Sword didn't really care about neatness, they'd find their clothes later. Right now, he was just excited. He and his boyfriend had gone as far as to give each other handjobs before, but they'd never done anything involving penetration, nor had they particularly gotten naked in front of each other that often. Most of their affections were simply kissing or cuddling - neither of them were particularly sexual.
Rocket unbuckled Sword's belt, practically tearing the pants off of the swordsman. Sword chuckled, lifting his hips so they could be taken off and thrown somewhere else in the room, a dull thump marking their arrival on the floor.
"Do you think that was a home run?" Rocket joked.
"You're such a dork."
The two of them leaned in once more, kissing each other open-mouthed. Rocket placed his hands on Sword's shoulders, the unique difference between metal and flesh not going unnoticed. Sword shivered, as the hands began to wander, inexperienced and clumsy, but it was so Rocket that it only served to make Sword more enamored with the man. In turn, he let his kisses trail, placing light kisses along Rocket's neck, which made the other keen.
"SFOTH, you're so cute. Did I ever tell you that?"
"Mm- many times, actually."
"I need you to know it, Rocket. How much I love you. Because it's a lot."
Rocket giggled, hands caressing Sword's head wings lovingly. "I know."
Their position shifted, so that Rocket's back gently hit the mattress. Sword pinned him down loosely. Rocket could get up whenever he wanted, and it's not like they hadn't stopped what they were doing before, because one of them wanted to stop. Sword loved his boyfriend so, so much. Even if he didn't get to fuck him today, that changed nothing. He would fight the world for Rocket.
Sword kissed along Rocket's chest, careful to not call attention to what lay there. He didn't want to make Rocket feel dysphoric, so he ghosted over his chest with kisses, eventually moving down to the hem of Rocket's boxers. "Can I?"
Upon Rocket's nod, Sword slowly removed Rocket's boxers, discarding them gently and looking upon Rocket's cunt, which was wet with slick and arousal. Sword shivered, feeling his own rush of heat pool in the bottom of his gut. Teasingly, he trailed two fingers up to Rocket's clit, and when the other nodded, he pressed down lightly.
Rocket whined. They'd done this part before, Sword's fingers rubbing against Rocket just in the right way that the latter loved, every time. His hips hitched up to meet the fingers, and Sword's breath hitched. His boyfriend was so pretty like this.
"You know you're real pretty like this, Rocket." Sword said, reverence in his voice. Rocket whined in response, rubbing his hips and covering Sword's fingers in the sticky fluid.
"Sooo pretty."
"Gah, sh- shut up, Sword." Rocket keened, shoving his hips unceremoniously into Sword's hand, the action making his fingers ghost against Rocket's entrance, the rocketeer gasping at the feeling.
"Are- are you sure?"
"Please, just, oh my gods, Sword. Put your fingers in me, I don't care."
Sword moaned, the simple action of his boyfriend becoming more undone turning him on even more, slick pooling in his own boxers. Gently, he eased a finger into Rocket's hole, shaking at the feeling of wet heat surrounding, clenching lightly on his hand.
"Fuck, you're so hot ."
Rocket leaned back, arm over his eyes, as he let Sword do his work. Sword prepped Rocket, starting off with one finger, a curious exploration, before slipping in a second. He'd really only ever done this to himself, so he tried to copy what he'd done to his own cunt, scissoring gently at Rocket. The latter whined out, jolting his hips into the sensation.
It wasn't long before Sword slipped in a third finger, scissoring more insistently and even scraping against Rocket's g-spot. Rocket only seemed to get wetter, whining when Sword pulled his fingers out.
"Do.. can I use the strap?"
Rocket looked at Sword, and his pupils seemed to dilate at the proposal. "Please."
Sword immediately fumbled for the bottom drawer of his nightstand, pulling it open and pulling out a strap, searching for a toy he felt would be suitable for his boyfriend. Quickly, he settled on one, a nondescript dildo of about six inches. He knows Rocket would be able to handle it, after all, the other man had a toy collection of his own that he surely used.
Sword slid the dildo into the holster of the strap, then grabbing a bit of lube, smearing it across the head and shaft of the toy. Then, he settled his hands on Rocket's waist, looking at his boyfriend for approval. Rocket whined, nodding his head yes, and Sword pushed forward, breaching Rocket's hole with the toy. He watched his facial expression like a hawk, looking for any sort of pain that might be present on Rocket's face.
When there was none, Sword thrusted experimentally, quickening the process of bottoming out.
"Fuck, do that again." Rocket whined, and Sword obeyed, thrusting again, hilting the toy inside Rocket.
He admired his boyfriend, thinking about how pretty he looked taking Sword. He whispered praise to Rocket, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his hips and upper thighs. Rocket keened, arching his back up into the touch, clenching down hard against the dildo. Sword pushed forward a bit more, a surprised whine of his own when a part of the strap dug into his own clit, the sudden pleasure making him buck his hips into Rocket.
"Sword- nnh, do that again."
Sword's pace increased, Rocket arching himself into Sword beautifully, Sword himself leaning forward to place his hands by Rocket's head, fucking him more intensively. Rocket's eyes rolled back into his head as Sword put consistent pressure against his sweet spot, Sword himself dipping his head down to kiss and nip at Rocket's neck and collarbone, leaving small marks that showed his claim over Rocket.
"Fuck, Sword, please, faster, please?"
"Mnh- Rocket ."
His hips began to slam into Rocket, pace picking up to one that edged on the boundary of overwhelmingly good . While the dildo was simply a toy, the sounds that Rocket made, whines and whimpers and moans of Sword's name, was more than enough for him to be satisfied.
He knew that neither of them would last long - the rubbing of the strap against his clit doing wonders for Sword. With a small keen of Rocket's name, one which made the rocketeer moan out and buck his hips, Sword came, getting slick all over the underside of the toy.
"Rocket-"
"Sword, please keep going, fuck, I'm so close-"
Sword nodded, snapping his hips as best he could into Rocket's.
"Sword- fuck, nnh–" Rocket moaned, jolting as he came around the dildo.
"Gods, you're so pretty. So, so pretty. My pretty boy." Sword crooned, gently removing the toy and setting it off to the side.
Rocket whined, slick creating a trail to where it connected to the dildo, something that shouldn't have been so attractive to Sword, yet still was. He helped his boyfriend back into his boxers, and once he had his own on, he moved to get up. However, he was stopped by Rocket.
"Mmm.. aftercare later. I wanna cuddle."
Sword laid back down, both of them panting. "Okay, but only for an hour." He yawned. "Maybe more.."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Sword smiled.
Sword really loved his boyfriend, and his boyfriend loved him back, just as much.