The Killing Type extra
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queenofzan----
"If you don't want to," Bastiaan began, but Lennart cut him off.
"I didn't say that," Lennart said. "I think it would feel very good for me. I don't see what you'd get out of it, though."
"I think it'd feel pretty good for me as well," Bastiaan said. "But even if it doesn't, that's its own kind of enjoyable."
"I suppose," Lennart said doubtfully, as though he hadn't gotten off on Bastiaan tying him up and stabbing him. Or as though he considered the two types of discomfort completely different. Maybe they were, for him. Bastiaan found he quite liked the idea of not physically enjoying something, but letting Lennart do it to him anyway, just because Lennart liked it.
"We don't have to do it again if we don't want to," Bastiaan said. "But I would like to at least try it."
"Then we'll try it," Lennart said.
The following Sunday, after they sparred, Bastiaan led Lennart back to his room and got out the bottle of oil he'd purchased specifically for this use. He hadn't been able to find any guidance in the library as to what kind of oil was best, so he assumed something food-safe and highly clarified was, if not the best, at least safer than the oils he used to maintain his weapons and armor.
Bastiaan stripped out of his armor and clothing and sat down on the bed. "Do you want to stretch me?" he asked. "Or do you want to watch?"
Lennart's eyes dropped to the bottle of oil. "I'll do it," he said, and pushed Bastiaan down.
Despite having never had anything in his ass, Bastiaan had felt quite sure he would enjoy it, and he was not disappointed. He was panting and rocking his hips in rhythm with Lennart's thrusts in very short order.
"I do not understand how you are enjoying this," Lennart said, though he didn't stop working his fingers in and out.
"You don't have to," Bastiaan said. "As long as you don't stop."
"There's little chance of that," Lennart said, voice even lower than normal. Bastiaan shivered.
When Lennart thought he was loose enough, Bastiaan rolled over onto his front, and had to reach a hand down to squeeze the base of his cock to ground himself. It was so tempting, and it would be so easy, to just stroke himself off right there. He forced his hand away and settled his chest down on the bed. He felt simultaneously silly and wanton, with his ass up in the air like that.
Lennart pressed his cock in slowly. His breathing was shaky and harsh. Despite being sweaty and warm, the hair on Bastiaan's head stood up. He couldn't keep himself from moaning as Lennart slid deeper into him. Lennart's fingers dug in to his hips.
Sex was usually good. It was, after all, sex. Even if Bastiaan hadn't been particularly interested in it before, he understood the appeal. It felt nice. Assuming you could trust someone else enough to be naked and vulnerable around them, it had always sounded like a good idea. Even when he and Lennart had little idea what they were doing, and were two ignorant virgins bumbling through what felt good together, it had been plenty enjoyable. But it didn't usually drive all other thought completely out of Bastiaan's head, the way this did.
Afterward, lying next to his lover on the bed, Bastiaan slowly came back to his body and discovered he must have been panting or vocalizing, because his throat was sore and his mouth was dry. He must also have clenched his fists in the blankets, because his hands were aching and tense. He had no memory of it whatsoever; his entire experience was the wash of pleasure, the ebb and flow but always building sensation of Lennart fucking in and out of him. He flopped his head over so he could look at Lennart. "So," he said, voice scratchy. "Good?"
Lennart said, "Very." His voice was also hoarse. Bastiaan couldn't even remember him making any noise, though he supposed it could also be from heavy breathing.
"So you would be willing to do it again," Bastiaan said, although he was quite certain he knew the answer.
"I suppose," Lennart said, and Bastiaan laughed.
