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It’s not uncommon for Adaman to stray away from the Diamond Settlement when the sun is bright and bathing the land in its gentle glow. His Leafeon isn’t the only one who thrives in nature; perhaps that’s why they work so well together. When he’s been working far too long, confining himself within the walls of his tent for hours on end, it’s his partner who tugs him by the sleeve of his shirt and insists that he take a look outside. It’s Leafeon’s foolproof plan, as making his trainer realise how beautiful the weather is never fails to pull him away from the duties he works much too hard on for his own good.
He’s too young to stay locked up inside all the time, thus he’s constantly encouraged to go out when he can by everyone in his clan. They all have faith in Adaman that he’s not certain he deserves, though he takes it in stride nonetheless and pays them back for it by listening to each and every one of their requests.
Today, that means he’s found himself breathing in the fresh air of the Obsidian Fieldlands. It’s quite a simple place to venture through, having weaker Pokémon and all, and The Heartwood is home to some of the most beautiful sceneries he’s ever seen. It’s barely been half an hour and Adaman is already relaxing to the ambiance the nature here provides.
Adaman strolls up, up, up near the clearing, getting away from the wood-like area and out into the open in order to feel the sun pouring on him once again. It has him feeling more content than he has in a long time and he wants nothing more than to savour the feeling before he inevitably takes up his Clan Leader duties once again.
It’s when he’s taking a deep inhale that he hears ruckus — more than just the rustling of trees and sounds of Pokémon. This has Adaman curious, feet subconsciously on the move and taking him towards the chorus of noise. It isn’t long before he’s pulled himself up a few ledges and comes face to face with all the commotion; it’s Volo, the charming merchant he’s become endlessly interested in, and he’s inches away from an outraged Scyther.
Adaman’s blood runs cold. If there’s any Pokémon in this area that could give him a scare, it’s most definitely the one with knife-sharp appendages and a ravenous disposition, and he’s suddenly very worried for Volo’s life. He feels frozen in shock, and it takes until the Scyther lashes out with its left arm and elicits a pained cry from Volo before Adaman feels himself kick back into gear.
“Volo!” he shouts out, “Get away from there, that Scyther will have your head if you don’t run!”
Volo seems to have heard him, if his head whipping in Adaman’s direction is any indication. He does back off, but it’s not far back enough for Adaman’s comfort. Adaman’s about to shout again before he sees Volo throw something, and out comes his Growlithe.
A flurry of fire follows this. Adaman watches in awe as the unsuspecting Pokémon lets out one of the largest flamethrowers he’s ever seen, completely blindsiding the Scyther and sending it fleeing into the woodlands. This floors Adaman, leaving him with his mouth hanging open for a handful of moments before he remembers Volo and how he’s near certain he’d been injured by the wild Pokémon.
Growlithe is called back to its Pokéball the same moment he has Volo in his sights again and he wastes no time in running towards the other man. He’s leaned against a rock crag, forehead partially covered by his hand and a handkerchief, and Adaman feels his heart pound faster. Adaman’s immediately worrying about the extent of his injury, brain conjuring the worst case scenarios it can in the all of five seconds it takes for Volo to notice him and give a brilliant smile.
“Hello, Clan Leader Adaman,” he greets with more cheer than he should be able to conjure in such a state (Adaman tamps down the part of him that coos over how endearing it is). Volo dabs at his forehead with the kerchief a couple times before withdrawing it. “Have you been out adventuring again?”
Before he can even speak, Adaman watches Volo wipe a stray trickle of blood from his cheek. His thumb comes down to clean a drop from his bottom lip and yeah, holy fuck, Adaman would tap that. He’s pretty sure he’ll start drooling if he keeps his eyes on the blood still clinging to the merchant’s chin any longer. Nothing can stop his waterlogged, horn-dog brain from imagining Volo’s tongue poking out from between soft lips to lap up the last of the blood, and he should feel bad for his dirty train of thoughts when Volo is injured, but he’s pretty certain that his brain is short-circuiting. He’ll be lucky if Volo can’t read the blatant want on his face as easily as a billboard.
“Are- are you okay?” His words come out strained and stilted, and he hopes that the concern is still clear. Volo’s attractiveness notwithstanding, he’s still just come nose-to-nose with a Scyther — Adaman’s surprised that he’s still breathing. Its arms are made of blades, for fucks sake, and there’s no reality where he would have expected that somebody would be able to face off with one and come out with nothing but a cut on their temple.
Adaman’s less than a step away from Volo before he even realises it (when did that happen?). He’s hovering as he reaches into the pocket of his robes and procures the wrap of bandages he uses for his own forearms.
“I’m alright, do not fret!” Volo is quick to assure. He applies pressure with his fingers once more before his hand goes down to his side, allowing Adaman to see the extent of his injury. It’s a cut alright, deep enough to paint a river of angry red from the side of his eye to his hairline. Parts of it well up with tiny specks of blood, and Adaman huffs.
He uses his teeth to rip a piece of bandage off, and he’s not sure if he’s imagining the flash of dark interest that flits across Volo’s eyes. “You’re still bleeding,” he chastises, not unkindly. “Allow me to tend to your injury. It’s the least I can do when I was so useless whilst you were being targeted.”
Volo seems about to assure him again, but Adaman beats him to the punch by settling a hand on his shoulder and forcing him to sit on a rock beside him. “Oh, well, if you insist,” is Volo’s response as he settles down. He sits quietly for a moment as Adaman dabs at the wound until it’s no longer bleeding steadily, then procures a small jar and dips two of his fingers in it before slathering it thinly across the cut; honey, Volo recognises it as once it’s all along the wound. His eyes don’t leave Adaman’s as the other man places the torn piece of bandage against his forehead before securing it at the edges with a substance Volo doesn’t recognize. Volo chuckles as he reaches up to inspect it with his fingers. “Who knew the Leader of Diamond Clan is so adept with wound treatment! Your method is very adequate for how little supplies we have.”
This flusters Adaman, and he can’t tell if Volo is being kind by not pointing it out or if he genuinely doesn’t notice. “Ah, well, a Clan Leader needs to know every possible way to protect his people! As I’m not the best at wielding Pokémon, I found an interest in medicine. It’s a way that I’m certain I can use to protect the Diamond Clan.”
“Very true!” Volo flashes him a bright smile. “Your intelligence is quite alluring, Clan Leader Adaman. I figure I could learn a thing or two from you.”
Adaman attempts to wave the compliments off. “Oh, please, just call me Adaman. I have merely just picked up skills from others in the clan and have made them my own, nothing terribly impressive!”
This doesn’t deter Volo; if anything, it draws him closer, their knees now brushing where they sit. Adaman becomes hyper-aware of the contact, just barely restraining himself from jerking in surprise, though Volo shows no sign of noticing. “Well, I must thank you anyways. Your skills will make it so that I can recover much quicker, and I figure that is something to be grateful for!”
Adaman can do nothing but let out a small laugh and an “if you say so.” He pointedly avoids making eye contact with Volo and he’s certain that the merchant is doing the exact opposite, if the burning of his neck is anything to go by. He’d be able to feel that sharp gaze on him from a mile away, and it’s a wonder that it hasn’t burned him to a crisp yet.
It’s a beat before Adaman realises that Volo has pulled away. A soft “oh” is what draws him to look back at the man, curiosity peaked, and he immediately realises his mistake. It seems that Volo has finally realised the stray droplet of blood on his chin, and Adaman feels like he’s going to die when Volo swipes at it and inspects the liquid on his thumb. He’s certain Almighty Sinnoh has decided it’s his time, that he’s ascending to a realm beyond his own, when Volo’s eyes flit to his for a fraction of a second before he licks his thumb.
Slowly and carefully. Like he’s pondering the taste of his own damn blood, and Adaman’s brain consequently starts shutting down. He can’t take his eyes off of Volo, not when his tongue flicks up to run along his upper lip and definitely not when he finally looks back up at Adaman, all playful innocence and faux-obliviousness. Adaman could kill him if he wasn’t so close to pinning him to the ground and having his way with him instead.
Volo has the absolute audacity to open his mouth to ask “is everything alright?” as if he isn’t currently rocking Adaman’s world so hard that he’s lost most of his brain function. He can’t even think of a response, let alone say something that isn’t a series of frustrated noises. Volo knows what he’s doing and Adaman doesn’t know how to process that, not when he’d never thought that Volo ever had any interest in him beyond having good trade relations.
So many realisations have struck him in the past couple of minutes that the only thing he can utter is a forced “uh huh” from his parted lips. He no longer needs to convince himself that he’s imagining the darkened looks Volo has been sending his way for the past months, and honestly, it feels good to revel a bit in the way that his eyes lock onto Adaman’s lips when he replies. Volo actually, genuinely wants this, and coming to this conclusion kicks Adaman into overdrive. He’s more than grateful when this thought allows him to get his bearings straight after minutes of his mind splashing about like a Magikarp, fucking finally.
“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” is all he says before placing a hand on Volo’s knee and leaning closer. Adaman keeps his eyes open, locked on Volo, and Volo doesn’t back away.
“You’re not,” Volo breathes, and closes the distance instead.
The kiss is anything but soft – Adaman’s free hand is immediately at the back of Volo’s head, gripping the hair at the base of his skull and keeping him there as he pushes their lips impossibly closer to each other. Volo is more than eager to reciprocate with equal energy, hands grabbing Adaman’s shoulders like he wants to mark him with his fingerprints through his shirt, and yeah, Adaman can swing with that. The thought forces a groan from his lips that Volo catches with his tongue and a smirk. He suddenly feels teeth on his bottom lip, tugging with no amount of kindness, before their kiss is suddenly broken. Volo stays close, no more than a breath away, and he’s smirking like the cat who caught the canary. Adaman wants to ruin him.
“You’re such a filthy tease,” Adaman sighs out before attempting to lock their lips together again, but Volo’s grip on his shoulders is iron and doesn't allow him to move any closer than he already is. Adaman is more than embarrassed over the fact that this causes him to shiver; he’s never seen Volo without his large Ginko Guild coat on, but he’s suddenly certain that he’s stronger than Adaman ever could have guessed. It makes him yearn to see every inch of what's underneath.
Volo lets out a small laugh. “Excuse my lack of forwardness thus far. I had just never been certain if you were interested in me.” His left hand trails from Adaman’s shoulder to his face, thumb resting on his bottom lip; it’s the same finger that Volo had just licked his own blood off of not five minutes ago. Adaman is so turned on he could scream, but instead he takes the thumb between his teeth and bites down gently. Volo’s resounding grin is nothing if not predatory.
“I think I want you to make it up to me,” is Adaman’s reply against his finger. He leaves a soft kiss on the tip of it. “Any idea on how to do that?”
Volo is already moving before the last word is out of Adaman’s mouth, both hands removing themselves from Adaman’s person to shrug off his coat and remove his apron. All that lies underneath is a white tee with gold accents, and Adaman wonders about the stylistic choice before he has no choice but to zero in on the sound of Volo’s knees hitting the ground. He lets out an involuntary sigh when Volo’s hands return, this time running up his thighs to rest on his hips.
“I’ve been told I’m very good with my mouth,” Volo muses aloud as he tucks a finger underneath the hem of Adaman’s pants. “It comes with the territory of being a merchant, though many prefer it when it’s being used for things other than speaking. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
A hand is already tangling in Volo’s hair before he finishes his question. Adaman isn’t pulling, not yet; for now, it’s just simple encouragement, fingers carding fondly through the strands. “I think I would. Put your money where your mouth is, or whatever the Unovan saying is.”
Volo’s lips rest in a smile as he does just that, pulling down the front of Adaman’s pants and undergarments in one movement. Adaman watches Volo’s pupils dilate, a more intense sort of hunger consuming him once he takes in the sight of Adaman’s dick. Adaman’s heart races just a bit faster as he watches Volo wrap one hand around the base, fingers just barely touching around the girth. It seems as if he’s stuck in a trance for a few seconds, eyes clouded and lips parted, before his eyes flit back up to Adaman.
“Mm, I knew you’d be big,” are the first words out of his mouth, and Adaman’s cock gives a little twitch at that. “I think I’ll enjoy this more than you will.”
Adaman isn’t given any warning besides this before Volo’s lips meet the tip of his cock and spread the precum beading there. He can only meet Volo’s actions with a sharp inhale and a tightening of his grip on the hair between his fingers, and Volo doesn’t seem to mind whatsoever – if anything, he seems to like it, letting out his own little groan against the side of Adaman’s dick when fingers meet scalp. It’s truly the only encouragement Adaman needs to push Volo closer, and he becomes absolutely fascinated by the way his lips forcibly part against the pressure. Volo’s eyes are once again on him, challenging as he continues teasing, tonguing against the shaft and allowing saliva to spill from the corners of his mouth.
“I thought you were going to make it up to me for all the teasing,” Adaman grits out as he tugs Volo up higher in hopes that he’ll get the message and take his dick between his lips already. “This just looks like even more teasing. Do you wish to owe me even more, merchant Volo?”
“While I don’t think I would mind that,” Volo begins, and fucking hell, the vibration of his words against Adaman’s cock makes him shiver. “I do have other plans. I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while, you know?”
There’s no room to reply before Volo gets back to ruining his entire life. Any words he could have spoken die right there on his tongue in exchange for a breathy sigh when Volo finally takes Adaman’s cock between his lips, reaching about half way down before tightening his lips and sucking. The rest of his dick is being held loosely by Volo’s hand, and the pleasure is almost too much all at once. Adaman’s hips twitch upwards involuntarily as he lets out a sharp ah, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he encourages Volo down further with the eager hand on the back of his head.
Volo looks back up at him and the image is obscene. It makes Adaman’s dick throb, being given every single ounce of Volo’s attention. He can tell the exact moment Volo notices, feeling his lips stretch around his mouthful of cock, the closest thing to smirking that he can do in his position. Volo’s eyes fall lidded as he takes Adaman’s cock deeper, far into his mouth and almost breaching his throat, and he fucking moans. Moans like he loves being stretched out and full, and Adaman is suddenly desperate to get inside of him.
“Knew you’d be like this,” Adaman gasps out as he does his best to shove Volo further down onto his cock. Volo needs to stop looking at him eventually, eyes glassy as he allows himself to be used and his lips to touch the base of Adaman’s dick. “You act like it with- ah, with how much you talk. Like you want to be shut up.”
He can feel Volo’s throat constricting around his cock, no doubt close to choking. Saliva has started seeping down his chin and his skin is absolutely flushed, and Adaman wonders how far down the pink tinge reaches. We’ll get there eventually. For now, he watches in awe as Volo stays there, tip of his nose brushing Adaman’s stomach with how much cock he has in his mouth, and just waits. Like he’s content to stay there, on his knees with a dick stretching out his throat until Adaman decides to pull him off.
It’s incredibly hot and Adaman suddenly feels like he’s moments away from cumming down Volo’s throat. He muses with the thought, just holding Volo down and making him swallow his entire load to the final drop. The idea is enticing and he’s more than certain that Volo wouldn’t mind, though his plans are a bit too big to let the fun end here. Adaman grips Volo’s hair impossibly tight for a couple seconds if only to learn how his moan feels deep in the back of his throat before tugging enough to pull him off.
Volo gasps greedily, and wow, is he a sight. Adaman sits back to admire it, taking his dick into his hand and stroking slowly. There’s drool from his mouth to his chin and it glistens prettily on his soft, swollen lips. His entire face is flushed as his chest heaves for air, the deep pink even reaching up to the tips of his ears. Volo looks utterly debauched, and a sadistic voice in Adaman’s head says that he wants to see him look even more ruined.
The deep inhales eventually even out to worked-up breaths. This is when Volo looks back up at him, fresh tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes, and he has the gall to smile at Adaman. “See? My mouth is much more useful for dick-sucking purposes.”
This startles a laugh out of Adaman. “I can’t disagree there. You should make this your profession rather than selling wares, as you seem to enjoy it much more.”
Volo’s grin widens. “Then I would have less time to be on my knees for you, and we can’t have that, can we?”
A surprising amount of arousal hits Adaman at Volo’s words. The suggestion that Volo wants this with him more than anybody else has him squeezing his dick, willing himself to calm down lest he finishes things before they even truly start. Adaman never thought of himself as the possessive type but he now finds himself wanting to be the only one who knows just how sweet Volo’s mouth is.
Instead of replying verbally, Adaman lets go of his dick to pat his thigh with his hand. Volo receives the message immediately, standing up on wobbly legs to immediately sit himself on Adaman’s lap. Instead of settling down as Adaman had expected, Volo shuffles closer before grinding his clothed ass down on Adaman’s bare dick, and the friction has him seeing stars as he squeezes Volo’s hips and groans loudly.
“Fuck,” he grinds out between his teeth when Volo keeps at it, slow and absolutely maddening. “Tease. You’re such a fucking tease, I can’t believe you.”
Despite his words, Adaman encourages Volo’s movements with the hands on his hips. He even begins thrusting up, pulling Volo down closer with every kick of his hips. The dry material against his dick feels so fucking raw and it should hurt, but Adaman has always liked a little pain with his pleasure and this sensation has him gasping for air with every pass. Volo seems to enjoy his reactions more than anything, absolutely drinking in every expression on Adaman’s face as he rolls his hips with more control than Adaman could summon in his state.
“You don’t seem to mind at all,” is Volo’s retort once he’s leaned in and has his lips against Adaman’s pulse point. “Dare I say that you like being teased. I could do this all day, if you’d like.” Then there’s teeth on Adaman’s collarbone, and he’s so keyed up he could cry. He’s entirely powerless against Volo’s whims and he wouldn’t have it any other way, not even on the edge and desperate to cum. If Volo wants to keep him like this for eternity, stuck in a mindless trance of desperation and arousal, Adaman would be more than happy to oblige. The combination of Volo’s persuasion and his raging hormones is a dangerous one that he has no doubt could bring him the most pleasure he’s felt in his entire life.
Well, at least part of his brain would be satisfied with that; the vast majority of it is much too hellbent on fucking Volo into the ground to allow them to stay like this much longer.
“Mm, no,” Adaman manages before finally finding enough self-restraint to pause Volo’s movements. He takes a few steady breaths for clarity’s sake before pulling back, which prompts Volo to do the same. “While I would love to do that sometime, I need to fuck you today. I might die if I don’t.”
Volo snorts goodnaturedly. “You make a compelling argument, and I can’t say I’m opposed to having you inside of me.” He allows himself to rock back one more time, head tilted down to watch the way Adaman’s cock smears precum against his clothed ass. “You’re so big, it would be a shame if you didn’t fill me up.”
“Sinnoh,” Adaman breathes out, and it almost sounds irritated. “Sinnoh, you’re a whore. You like it when they fuck you nice and deep, huh? So stretched out that you would be feeling it for weeks.”
This finally gets Volo’s composure to crack a little. Adaman watches Volo’s breath get caught in his throat, eyelids fluttering as he no doubt imagines just how far Adaman’s dick would be able to reach inside of him. His head falls to Adaman’s shoulder and his thighs tremble, like he wants nothing else in the world and wouldn’t be able to go on if he isn’t stuffed full in the next ten minutes. It’s so fucking hot, Adaman needs to bite his lip in order to keep some semblance of his sanity.
“Yes,” Volo gasps out. “I want to be able to feel you inside of me until the next time you fuck me. I need it.”
And okay, yeah, Adaman needs to get Volo out of the rest of his clothes immediately. It’s overwhelming how intrinsic this is to him right now, just shy of ripping the merchant’s clothes off and fucking him immediately. There’s no fanfare when he grabs Volo beneath his thighs and flips their positions so that Volo is now the one against the rock. While the area isn’t ideal, it’s far enough from civilization and lacks Pokémon settlement, so it will do. Not that any of that matters very much right now; Adaman is way too horny to even think about relocating, and the thought completely dissipates from his brain when he has his fingers beneath the hem of Volo’s pants and begins pulling.
It’s obscene, how wet Volo’s cock is and how it slaps lewdly against his abdomen when it’s free. Adaman needs to take a moment to gawk, his next swallow coming harsh when he takes in all the precum that’s dripped down from the reddened head. He can’t help himself from pumping Volo’s dick and running his thumb along the slit enough times for Volo to squirm and gasp.
“Do you always leak this much?” is all Adaman can ask, eyes glued to Volo’s dick as he watches another spurt well up and dribble down to meet his knuckles.
It’s a moment before Volo registers the question, much too busy thrusting up in an attempt to get Adaman to move his hand faster. When Adaman stops in favour of squeezing around the base, Volo lets out a choked whine. His eyes blearily stare at the man in front of him until his brain catches up.
“Mm, yes. It makes pleasuring myself very easy.” He leans further against the rock, stretching his arms to the side and groaning theatrically, and fuck, he’s doing that on purpose. Volo bites his lip and Adaman’s dick kicks at the sight. “I’ll show you sometime.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” Adaman breathes out, removing his hand from Volo’s dick and bringing it to his lips. He glances down at it before looking back at Volo, making sure all attention is on him as he licks his hand clean of Volo’s precum.
Volo’s hands clench and he’s powerless to do anything but watch Adaman clean up his mess. With his tongue. He’s lapping up Volo’s precum like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, eyes lidded and breathing heavy, and that just about breaks Volo.
“Fuck me,” he breathes, desperate as he reaches to grab at Adaman’s shirt and pull him closer. “Please fuck me. I need it now. I need your cock inside of me, please, fill me up right now.”
Adaman’s pulling his shirt over his head before Volo’s even done begging, doing the same with Volo’s. “How can I say no when you beg so prettily?” He tries to sound cocky but it comes out more breathless than anything else.
The second Volo’s shirt is off, Adaman is touching him everywhere. His hands drag down his chest and to his hips, thumbs rubbing there for a moment before taking one hand off of him and reaching back for his coat.
This makes Volo huff, trying his best to wriggle closer. “Adaman, now, I need it now–”
Before he can think too much about it, Adaman raises his hand off of Volo’s hip and stuffs two fingers into his mouth. Volo chokes a little, taken aback, and Adaman doesn’t give him time to recover before shoving them further, far enough to stuff Volo’s mouth and keep him quiet.
“Be patient,” he hisses, and Adaman doesn’t miss the way Volo’s dick leaks another spurt of precum at his assertiveness. “Shut up and sit still or I’ll leave you here like this. Do you understand?”
Volo’s flush brightens further down his chest before he nods, laving the fingers in his mouth with his tongue as much as he can in an attempt to make it up to Adaman. Volo looks perfect like this, naked and hard and entirely at Adaman’s mercy, and how empty Adaman’s threat was is suddenly glaringly obvious. There’s no way he could have left Volo here, not when he’s so pliant and willing and absolutely desperate for a cock inside of him. Adaman concurs entirely.
Adaman proves that he had let go of Volo for a reason when he waves a small bottle of oil in front of him. Volo perks up immediately, allowing his legs to shuffle up and fall apart. He’s so eager and Adaman is so fond, his heart skips a beat. Leave it to him to think that somebody spreading their legs for him is endearing.
“Behave,” is the warning Adaman gives right before pulling his fingers out of Volo’s mouth. Volo frowns for a moment, evidently having found comfort in the weight on his tongue, but remains pleasant. He doesn’t squirm or demand anything despite how obvious it is that he wants to; cock hard against his stomach and thighs quivering, Volo is evidently restraining himself from trying to quicken the process. Adaman muses with the idea of pushing him further, of continuing to tease Volo until he lashes out again, though it’s merely an idea to stash away for later on. Adaman’s hands are on Volo’s ass and spreading his legs wider until he can see his hole, and there’s no way he would survive if he kept up the teasing act. He needs this just as bad as Volo, if his aching cock is anything to go by.
“You’re so pretty,” Adaman can’t help but say when he drags a thumb over Volo’s hole. Volo tenses up at the blunt pressure, letting out a shaky sigh at the feeling.
“You’re quite the flatterer,” Volo replies even though his head is clearly elsewhere. Adaman continues rubbing relentlessly at Volo’s rim as he unscrews and dips the fingers of his other hands into the jar of oil, and anything else Volo was about to say immediately dissipates. Instead, he begins letting out little choked-off whines with every pass of Adaman’s thumb, mind slipping further and further into pleasure and losing any ability to banter because of it. The sounds Volo makes are so hot that Adaman can’t stop himself from slotting his cock against the back of Volo’s thigh and rubbing against him as he starts pressing a slick finger to his hole.
The combination of his hole being breached and having his thigh used for Adaman’s pleasure proves too much for Volo as his body loosens and he falls further against the rock. When Adaman gets an entire finger inside of Volo, a long-suffering moan spills from his lips as he clenches impossibly tight around Adaman’s finger. “Need more,” he gasps out, doing his best to shuffle closer, trying to force the finger further inside of him. “Ah, another one, please.”
“It’s good to know that your manners extend even to situations like this,” Adaman laughs out as he presses a second finger to Volo’s rim. Volo hums in content when it slides in easily. “One day, I’ll have to see how much I can make you beg for me.”
Volo leans his head to the side, resting on his shoulder so that he can have a view of Adaman’s ministrations. “Mm, you’ll have to work a bit for that. I’m not, ah–” he cuts himself off when Adaman spreads his fingers inside of him, taking a moment to heave out a punched breath and regain his composure. Adaman gives him a smile that’s much too sweet and Volo lets out a shaky chuckle. “I’m not typically this easy. You would have to, mm, drive a hard bargain.”
Adaman fits another finger in as a response, eliciting a gasp from Volo. He’s never been one to shy away from a challenge; his whole life has been embracing difficulty and triumphing above it. Adaman has no doubt that he can reduce Volo to a begging mess at the drop of a hat with enough practice, and Volo’s words have essentially solidified his drive to do so.
“It’s always a bargain with you,” Adaman teases. “You truly took up the right line of work.”
Volo smiles lazily at him, having no room to deny this claim whatsoever. “Hadn’t you said earlier that I would be better in the line of dick sucking?”
“Mm, that too,” Adaman grunts out. His focus has suddenly changed, his cock having moved from the back of Volo’s thigh to sliding against Volo’s. They both let out a groan at the contact, the first touch being overwhelming enough that they need to take a moment to recuperate. Volo’s hand instinctively reaches down, sliding against his own dick before taking his and Adaman’s in the same hand and tugging. Adaman swears, stars beginning to dance around the edges of his vision. Fuck, he’s never been so turned on before. Volo’s a keeper, that’s for sure.
A few seconds pass before his brain clears enough to remember he’s three knuckles deep inside of Volo. He leans forward to place his free hand beside Volo’s head in order to achieve a better position for the both of them – and, this way, he can finally kiss Volo again.
Or, at least, the closest thing to kissing that either of them can achieve in such lust-addled states. It’s more of sharing breath, especially on Volo’s part, whose pants are coming out harsh and high-strung. His hips shift again, and it takes no more than that for him to start letting out pleasured ah’s with every breath. Adaman drives it home, memorising where his fingers have hit and using it to his advantage to keep rubbing and abusing the area making Volo let out such beautiful noises. Each and every moan, gasp, and whine go straight to Adaman’s dick. He knows neither of them are going to last much longer in this state, so he regrettably stills his fingers and pulls back a couple inches. Volo lets out a pained groan and Adaman shushes him before he can start complaining.
“Impatient,” he pants out as he takes his cock into the palm of his slick hand. “Some things take time, as I’m sure you know, merchant Volo.”
Volo’s a little too far gone to keep up with Adaman’s wit that is somehow still in tact after how riled up they’ve both become; he would be impressed if it wasn’t the one thing keeping him from being fucked. Instead of teasing back, he simply lets his head fall before reaching down to pull himself open enough for Adaman to have a clear view of his wet, clenching hole. “Fill me up,” he gasps out, and how can Adaman deny him any longer? His cock aches at the lewd display in front of him, enough to have him back in between Volo’s legs in a heartbeat.
“Turn around,” Adaman encourages as he helps Volo roll over, onto his knees with his arms supporting himself against the rock.
Volo peers over his shoulder and flutters his eyelashes before spreading his legs as far as they can go and arching his back into a delicate bow. “Show me that my patience was worth it,” Volo all but demands and it has Adaman complying immediately.
“Whore,” he breathes out again, and Volo smiles like he’s been given the kindest compliment he’s ever heard. As Adaman lines his dick up with Volo’s hole and rubs the head against the entrance, he grits out, “You know exactly what you’re doing, putting your ass out like that and making those sounds. Sinnoh, your moans, Volo, you’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate.”
Adaman’s cock is half way inside of Volo now, and Volo is positively panting. His hands are clenched beside his head, nails digging into his palms as he feels every single inch of Adaman push in and stretch him impossibly wide. He feels like he might break, and god, if that doesn’t make his dick leak like crazy onto the ground. “Feels so good,” he chokes out. “Keep going, ah, want to be stuffed full with your cock.”
A groan forces its way out of Adaman’s throat. There’s no way Volo won’t have bruises splattered all along his hips and thighs, not with how tightly Adaman is gripping them to keep himself from pushing all the way in at once. The thought of his presence lingering on Volo even after they’ve finished tonight amps his brain up about another hundred notches and he can’t help himself from leaning his forehead against Volo’s shoulder and moaning against skin as pushes in further, further, until he’s finally fully seated inside of Volo.
Beneath him, Volo has nearly lost his mind. The moment Adaman’s hips meet Volo’s ass, he’s pushing and squirming and trying his damndest to get even closer to Adaman. “You’re- you’re so big,” he nearly sobs. “I’m so full, I can– fuck, feel every single inch of you inside me.”
Adaman’s breaths fall hotly on Volo’s damp skin, every single one of Volo’s words making his cock jerk painfully inside of him. He knows Volo can feel it, if the throaty whines are anything to go by. Volo seems to come to the conclusion that his words are having such a drastic effect on Adaman, and considering how hard he wants to be fucked, he starts taking full advantage of it.
“Fuck me,” he begs. “Want to- want to feel you slamming inside of me and, ah, fucking me so hard that my insides are bruised. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me–”
No further encouragement whatsoever is needed for Adaman to pull back, only the head of his cock still inside before he slams back in, pulling Volo’s hips back to meet his hard thrust. The sound Volo lets out is entirely unholy as he completely disregards any volume control and cries out into the open air. It’s a broken thing, cracked around the edges and absolutely ruined and Adaman needs to hear him make that noise again.
He keeps up the brutal pace, cock filling Volo to the brim with every thrust just to hear the chorus of pleasured sounds that continue get fucked out of Volo. His arms give out on a thrust that drives particularly hard into his prostate and then he’s ass up, chest to the ground as he just takes it. Volo’s limbs are rendered useless as Adaman keeps his hips up in order to keep drilling into him. Adaman has to lean back on his knees to keep up the pace without Volo’s support and he’s more than okay with that. Volo boneless and lost in pleasure is the only thing that matters to him right now; what he wouldn’t give to see this sight every day.
“You’re so good,” Adaman praises. “Can’t believe how– nn, how well you take me. You were made for this.”
Volo can’t even speak – head cushioned by his arms, he nods desperately, doing his best to push back against Adaman in his state. It’s quite cute, really, how he can barely even think yet his body continues to chase pleasure in any way that it can. Adaman sure was right about Volo being a cock-hungry whore.
“Yeah, you know you were made to take cock.” Adaman’s words are coming out stilted now, so terribly close to coming that he’s barely even thinking about his words before they come out. His thrusts begin faltering, chest stuttering with every breath, and he knows he’s reaching his end. “I’m so- fuck, I’m so close. Can I cum inside of you?”
The whine Volo lets out in response is so compelling, Adaman almost has no choice but to do so. “Mmn, please, please, fill me up with- with your cum, I want it so bad.”
Volo clenches so tightly around him that Adaman feels like his orgasm is being ripped out of him by Volo’s grip on his cock. His hips stutter wildly before he pulls Volo’s ass flush with his hips and releases, cum shooting relentlessly inside of Volo, filling his insides deeper than he’s ever felt before.
This makes Volo go absolutely wild, kickstarting the beginning of his own orgasm. “I can- I can feel you–” he cuts himself off with a moan that’s nothing short of animalistic, spasming relentlessly as he cums untouched. His cum shoots right onto the ground beneath him, cock throbbing with every rope of cum. “So deep inside of me, your cum is, mm, feels so good, want more.”
True to his sentiment, Volo’s body asks for more by shoving back harder onto Adaman’s cock and spasming in time with his own orgasm. Adaman feels absolutely delirious, nails digging crescent moons into Volo’s thighs as his cock is gripped and milked for all its worth. He can’t stop a single noise from jumping out of his throat, every moan and gasp getting tugged out of him by Volo’s endless clenching and begging. He feels so fucking good, his vision blanks for a moment while Volo wiggles his hips and moans out, “Fuck me full, Adaman.”
His orgasm feels endless and he can only take a real, deep breath once his cock stops jerking and Volo’s clenching is reduced to small twitches. Adaman’s energy is absolutely drained and it shows in how he immediately slumps against the rock, careful not to slip down from it and crush Volo beneath him.
It takes forever for them to come back to the land of the living. Adaman tries to lean back at some point, intent on pulling out of Volo and attempting to clean up, but Volo isn’t having it. He lets out a high, displeased noise and clamps down on Adaman’s cock, still inside of his ass, and it tears an involuntary cry from Adaman. He can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or pain, what with his dick so spent and overstimulated, but he lays a light smack on the side of Volo’s hip nonetheless.
“Fucking brat,” he breathes out, though there’s no malice whatsoever.
Volo merely turns his head enough to make eye contact with Adaman, looking absolutely debauched despite the innocent act he’s obviously trying to put on. “Don’t pull out yet,” he sighs. “I have to savour feeling this full for a while longer.”
Adaman can’t help but snort. “You truly are something, merchant Volo.”
“Mm, so I’ve been told.” Volo shifts his hips a little, if only to hear Adaman’s sharp inhale that follows. “Typically not so fondly, though. You must be something too, then, if you’re so taken with me.”
Adaman can hear the teasing tone in Volo’s voice but it does nothing to stop him from feeling flustered. “‘Taken’ is debatable,” he attempts to joke back. “Though I can’t deny that I’m quite fond of you.”
At this point, Volo has finally regained his bodily function and has pulled forward enough for Adaman’s dick to slide out of his hole and they both sigh. Adaman has a clear view of Volo’s ass, watching as his cum starts to trail slowly out of his hole and– yeah, they need to clean up immediately if they intend to get back to camp before the sun sets. Adaman can already feel his cock twitching again and he doesn’t think either of them would make it if they were to go another round.
“Mm, what a waste,” Volo laments once he’s turned on his back, watching the cum trickle out of his hole. Adaman can only shake his head with bewilderment.
“I can’t tell if your infatuation with being filled is alarming or endearing.”
This startles a laugh out of Volo. “I think it can be both!”
Absolutely smitten, Adaman leans towards Volo and places both hands on his face; it feels natural when Volo’s arms come to wrap around the back of his neck as they share a slow, languid kiss. “Both sounds good,” Adaman murmurs against his lips, and Volo smiles.
They’re still dirty, out in the open, and entirely naked, but that’s nothing but an afterthought now. They can deal with that later; for now, they’re more than content to spend the rest of their stolen time together sharing kisses, banter, and body heat.