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“You’re dripping all over the bed, sweetheart,” Mav said sweetly, his eyes and his smile shining with an all new type of rapture.
Rooster bit his lip, swallowing a moan at the view. From where he was, entirely naked except for that beautiful, beautiful golden ring on one of his fingers, Rooster watched Mav get rid of his white shirt. The smooth tanned skin of his chest seemed peppered with stars, a thin layer of sweat covering it and making it shine under the weak but warm lights that framed the bed. Rooster knew his tongue was soon gonna be blessed with the salty taste and the thought made him salivate.
It was ironic, truly, the way Mav embodied the air and the sky, yet tasted like ocean water.
“I was waiting for you, old man,” Rooster smiled, licking his lips. “Was starting to think you lost your way between the bar and our bungalow. Senility’s hitting you quite early.”
“I was paying the check that you weren’t paying.” Mav sent his shoes waltzing away as he walked towards the bed. “And I’ll give you senile, you little boy,” he quipped back, amused.
“Oh, but am I? I genuinely think I’m a big boy. A very big boy, at that,” Rooster said, winking just the once but oh so very proudly.
Mav sighed, his fingers starting to run over his waistband. “You are a menace. You know that?”
The older man got on the bed and crawled over to Rooster who was laying nonchalantly on his back, head propped up on several soft pillows. He looked like a king on his throne.
“You’re one to talk," Rooster whispered as Mav's lips were getting closer and closer to his, "spending the day touching me all over but never doing anything more. Now sir, you gotta deal with a very, very begging husband. Oh, Mav, the things I’m gonna beg for.”
Mav sighed, sitting on Rooster thighs and placing his hands on the pillows, on both sides of the younger man's head.
"Why, oh why do you have to make everything so sexual, all the damn time-" Mav said around a smile and looked down at Rooster who was smirking like a madman.
"Honey, you started this. You even explicitly said that I was dripping all over the bed a minute ago."
"You took a shower, Bradley, and as always you won't dry any drop. There's water all over you!"
Rooster's hands came to place themselves on his husband's waist, his lips meeting his, kissing him deeply as he switched their positions, now towering over Mav and sneaking his knee against the man's crotch.
Maverick's arms came around Rooster's neck as he kissed him back and moaned, feeling the pressure between his thighs.
"You're saying that I'm all wet for you?" Rooster cooed, wiggling his eyebrows and Mav looked up at the ceiling then closed his eyes, groaning.
"I can't believe you just said that," Mav whined.
Rooster laughed loudly, leaning down to hide his face in the curve of Mav's neck. He licked at the pulsing vein right there, and Mav's fingers tightened on his hair.
"Bradley-"
"Yes, sir?"
"Fuck, I hate you."
Rooster sucked at the skin right under Mav's jaw, lapping at the salty taste and softly sinking his teeth in, never quite biting but pinching just enough to leave a quick reddening mark. Mav's gasped under him, a slow rhythm starting to take control of his hips searching for friction against Rooster's. The cock of the younger man was already half-hard from their evening, and the tip felt oversensitive against the fabric of Mav's jeans.
"I thought you were in love with me," Rooster whispered, lips barely brushing the older man's.
Mav's opened his eyes, the green of his irises becoming an ever-changing color, both darkening and sparkling. He looked up at Rooster through half-lidded eyes, fingers playing with the man's curls. Bradley Bradshaw had got under his skin, like the delicious warmth that settled in your flesh in the aftermath of a moment under the sun, and Maverick couldn't get enough.
"That too," he whispered back quietly, as if it was his most treasured secret.
Animated with a pensive quality, one of his hands came to feel the sharp bone under Rooster's cheek, then descended to follow his jawline, his fingertips now delicately touching the plump lower lip. A dark pink color had painted it - the color of his kisses.
Rooster's chocolate eyes softened.
"You know I love you too, right?" There was a bewildered sadness at the edge of his voice. "Mav."
"Well, I hope so," Mav laughed, a bit strained, turning his head away and letting drop his hand. "Since you married me two days ago."
Rooster frowned. Oh no, not tonight, you idiot.
"I don't want you to hope so, Mav," he said firmly, his hand cupping the older man's cheek and forcing him to look at him. "I want you to know it. I want you to believe in me, just as I believe in you. I love you. I love you, and I don't think I do, I just do."
At that, Maverick laid his eyes on him again - they were a bit brighter.
"And I am laying naked on top of you, husband mine," Rooster noted lowly. "So, are we really questioning my enthusiasm about our relationship, right now?"
His mouth came down to meet Mav's and swallowed the man's gasp, pointedly ignoring Mav's lonely tear running away to die on a pillow.
"I'm sorry," Mav apologized, placing his hands back in Rooster's hair. "I just- I can't believe you're here."
"Believe it," Rooster demanded, pushing his hips down.
Once again, he swallowed Mav's moan avidly. He kissed him deeply, the faint sweet taste of coconut and spiced rum still lingering on the man's tongue. Rooster licked and sucked it all, the idea of consuming Mav igniting a fire in his chest. Maverick had always been fun and game when he was young, a mischievous smirk and a cocky line, but now, he laid there, afraid of not being enough, afraid of not being worthy of anything or anyone.
And Rooster had to show him every single kind of love he deserved, for Pete Mitchell was still human at the end of the day.
Sucking at Mav's lip, Rooster took his time then. He left wet, open-mouthed kisses on every inch of the man's neck, the bitter taste of his cologne soon replacing the sweetness of the cocktails he drank earlier at the bar. Muscles twitched under his tongue, and breathy sighs escaped Mav.
Rooster kept going down, drawing his favorite art on beautifully tanned skin: a hard, red love-bite right on Mav's collarbone, a gorgeous thing he loved to look at in the mornings. Mav often said then that it wasn't red enough, that he should try again a bit harder, a bit longer, and Rooster happily obliged.
Tonight, he wouldn't draw a flashy thing, though. No, he wanted to be so slow, so good at pushing Mav to the edge. So he stopped his work and continued his road down, and he rejoiced in the frustrated little whine that Mav freed.
With a smile, Rooster swirled his tongue around a nipple and Mav's fingers pulled a bit harder on his hair right away. His chest was starting to rise unevenly, his breathing was becoming louder.
Rooster kissed, and bit, and languidly traced the line of Mav's abs to his navel. His left hand came to cup the bulge in Mav's pants without a warning, the other laid flat on the man's stomach - he really, really loved feeling Mav's body and watching his muscles and his nerves lose their stone attitude. He loved feeling the man melt before his very eyes.
"Bradley-"
"Yes, love?" He asked with faked innocence, lips on the man's skin and hand tightening around his clothed length.
"Please-"
"Yes, love."
Rooster unzipped the pants and pushed all fabrics down, leaving Mav entirely naked in turn. The midnight air, warm from the beach and softly blowing into the angelic white veils of the curtains around their private bungalow - which clearly had no wall except for the huge mirror that was built as a headboard - came to lick Mav's skin that was all silken, glistening with Rooster's saliva. His cock twitched and Mav hissed, eyes transfixed on Rooster who was getting the lube. They were both so hard by now.
When Rooster came back on the bed, Mav wanted to ask him something, but Rooster, being the eager, hungry sex-machine he was, had already his mouth on Mav's dick and any form of clarity left the older man's mind.
The sudden warm, soft feel of Rooster's tongue on him almost made him choke on air-
"Fuck-"
Rooster licked a long, wet strip from the base to the tip of Mav's cock, the man moaning under him and slightly bucking his hips up, chasing after more. His strong fingers were fists in the white sheets. Rooster wanted him undone; he barely mouthed at the beautifully pink tip, merely kissing away the first pearls of precum there, and started by sucking on Mav's balls, his hand ever so slowly moving up and down. He put great care into not tightening his hold when he went up, wanting to make Mav sob in frustration in a near future.
Mav opened his legs wider, knees bent and hands still fiercely gripping the sheets. Not once did he ever grip the back of Rooster's head, for it was the only thing he didn't tolerate in bed. Since the day they'd got together, Mav had been very clear: he'd never been in a relationship with a man and had everything to learn from this side of his sexuality - but that wasn't Rooster's case, so for once, Rooster had been Mav's teacher for discovering an all new genre of self-limits.
And Mav, oh Mav, was a surprise of languid kisses, of endearments and attentions - a world of intense awareness and slow rhythms, galaxies away from his impulsive pilot-self.
He was the one how drove Rooster insane, actually. Rooster who was impatient and who sometimes moved a little too hard - not that Mav complained, for he always made the most gorgeous sounds in those moments.
Pouring lube on his fingers, Rooster looked up at Mav.
"You good?"
"I am," Maverick whispered, looking like a mess.
"You tell me about it," Rooster smirked, proud like a peacock.
Mav chuckled. "You're an idiot, you know tha-haaa, shit-"
Rooster had winked at him and pushed one finger in without a warning, effectively shutting Mav up. He moved slowly, feeling the tight muscle around him, and leaned in to kiss Mav's gasping mouth. The man's arms immediately came to lock themselves at the back of his neck. Mav returned the kiss with passion - in fact, the word Rooster would have used was filthy. It was all tongue and teeth, and when Rooster pushed a second finger inside of him, Mav moaned as Rooster sucked on his lower lip.
"Yeah-"
Mav's hips were moving along Rooster's fingers, wanting them deeper.
"Come on," he breathed.
Rooster didn't obey at first, but then Mav sank his teeth in the tender flesh of his shoulder, which owed him a hiss. So Rooster pushed a third finger and Mav gasped, taking it in and breathing right against Rooster's throat.
"Still good?" Rooster rasped, making it his duty to kiss every inch of skin offered to him
"Mmh mmh."
The younger man smiled; when Mav wasn't shaping any word, that often was a very good sign. Between his thighs, his own cock was getting heavy and each little sound that escaped Mav almost made it twitch.
"Ya want me to play with you, Sir," he purred, sucking another hickey right under Mav's ear, "or do you want me to fuck you?"
Mav whimpered and tilted his head to the side, giving him more access to the sensitive skin.
"Fuck me," he mumbled as Rooster kept moving inside him. "I need you, Bradley-"
"I'm right here, Mav," Rooster said before kissing him thoroughly, like a promise. "I've got you."
He kissed, and kissed, and kissed the smooth skin he loved to feel on his lips, and once he withdrew mouth and fingers from Mav, the man bit back something that was close to a sob. Quickly, Rooster got the lube bottle and poured a generous amount on his hard length - the coldness of the slick liquid made him bite his lip as he touched himself.
"You are... a filthy man, Lieutenant Bradshaw."
The humor in Mav's voice made Rooster look up only to see Maverick drinking in the show Rooster was putting on with wide, hungry eyes.
"Oh, Captain," Rooster taunted as he placed himself between Mav's legs, "I think I'm a very filthy man."
Though spread on the pillows, Mav tilted his chin up, smirking. "That you are, sweetheart."
Before Rooster had the chance to make another move, Maverick sat up and pushed the younger man on his back, knocking the air out of his lungs and getting a puzzled look from Rooster, whose hands automatically came to rest on Mav's waist as the older man trapped him between his legs. Rooster watched with anticipation as Mav slowly, slowly lowered himself on his cock.
Forcing himself not to move, Rooster groaned, his head falling on the mattress and his back arching just a bit. His length, neglected so far, was suddenly buried in such a heat that he saw white for a brief moment. He needed to breathe, he needed to wait for Mav to get used to his size. So Rooster opened his eyes and focused on Mav's body barely moving around him, on the man's face - the open mouth, the small spasms of the muscles of his cheek, the fluttering eyelids. He was gorgeous-
He fucking felt his cock twitch, his heart now pulsing loud in his ears.
And then, Mav started to move, riding him unhurriedly, one hand steady on Rooster's abdomen. He kept doing that leisure torture of his for a minute, until Rooster broke weakly.
"Fuck, Mav-"
Rooster rolled his hips up, just the once but fast and generous, and Mav moaned loudly, looking down at him. He looked- He was utterly debauched, and just for that, Rooster moved again, his motion wider so that he could thrust deep and get an even louder moan. Which he did get.
"D'ya really want it slow, tonight?" He whined as he felt a stutter in Mav's hips.
"Oh, you're desperate," Mav noticed with a smile, putting both his hands either side of Rooster's face. "I thought you wanted me to beg, but here we are."
Rooster smiled too, savoring the solid weight of Mav's body on him, anchoring him in the moment.
"You're gonna make me lose my sanity, one day," he answered softly, hissing at the new angle of Mav's movements. "I think you're mad, and I think I was quite sane before I met you. But you keep torturing me, even in our bed."
Mav lowered himself to steal a kiss, then murmured: "Alright. Torture me."
Rooster's eyes widened, and just as Mav took him by surprise a moment ago, he sat up and pushed Mav on his back. The older man gasped as he landed on the pillows again and cried when Rooster thrust in him, hard. He cursed and laughed, as Rooster towered above him, his hands gripping the headboard; Mav's legs came up to lock themselves in his back, seeking the feeling of Rooster even deeper.
"Alright," Rooster rasped. "I'm gonna give it to you slow, and hard. And I don't want you to come, do you understand?"
Mav smirked, delight written all over his face. "Yes, sir."
Fuck, Rooster thought. Okay, that's a first.
"Say that again."
But Mav only smiled like a happy devil and so Rooster moved, his hips setting into a slow tempo, just enough to give a false impression of habit, then pounded. He didn't have to say anything for Maverick cried out loud: "Yes, sir!"
That's right.
Mav's nails came to sink into his back. And Rooster kept thrusting earnestly, long and deep, wanting Mav to feel each of them entirely.
"Yeah- Yes! Fuck, Bradley-"
It was slow, and hard, and Mav never stopped moaning under him.
"Oh, please- Please-"
But Rooster didn't speed up, however good were Mav's attempts at meeting his hips to have more. When he felt Mav shaking the first time, he stopped moving - and it was a torture for him too, but watching Mav trying not to come and almost sobbing openly, well, wasn't that a sight.
Mav couldn't stay put, desperately trying to have Rooster move.
"A menace!" Mav said quite hysterical, half-laughing, half-sobbing, throwing his head back in the pillows. "Fuck, I should've married Penny. She's a nice girl."
Rooster glared at him before bursting out laughing.
"That is such a moment to mention Penny, Mav," Rooster chuckled.
"I just want you to move, oh for fuck's sake," Mav whined, a smile plastered on his face. "Come on-"
Rooster obliged then, and picked up his pace quite drastically, making Mav mumble what he was about to say. Rooster felt Mav's walls clenching around his cock, more and more, every time he withdrew. Fuck, that man knew exactly what he was doing. Drops of sweat rolling from Rooster's brow to his chest and pearls of precum leaking all over Mav's abdomen, the two men tried to bear with Rooster's now frantic rhythm, but Rooster was so close-
He angled himself differently, just a little to the right, and that tore the sound Rooster wanted to hear from Mav - the older man all but cried and shivered, and when Rooster did it again several times in a row, his whole body began to quake-
Rooster knew that he didn't have to tell Mav not to come yet again; the man certainly didn't listen to orders in real life, but in bed, that was a whole different story. Mav lifted himself up a little, changing once again, even slightly, the pressure around Rooster's pulsing cock, and Rooster couldn't take it. He gasped in surprise as a wave of pleasure hit him from head to toe, making him dizzy. Mav moaned with him when he felt his warm release filling him up.
Trembling, Rooster let himself fall on Mav, every drop of semen tearing a groan out of him. After a few seconds, he carefully pulled out of Mav who was shaking and... teary-eyed.
"Fuck, please, Bradley-"
"Yeah, I know," Rooster kissed his neck and Mav whimpered as if it was another torture. "I know, you did good, baby. So good."
"Please-"
Rooster hummed patiently, getting off Mav who was gripping the sheets so hard he would surely soon tear them up.
"Mav, I want you to look at me. Look at me, honey," Rooster spoke lowly, his voice strained and rough.
Maverick obeyed - of course he did. So Rooster locked eyes with him and at the same time, he sank down between the man's legs. The achingly hard and pink cock was begging to be freed from its painful pleasure. All Rooster had to do was licking at the underside in one long stripe, and once he mouthed at the tip, swallowing it and pressing his tongue against the head, Mav cried out, his release spilling down Rooster's throat.
"Fuck, yes, ye-es!"
Rooster freed Mav's cock with a loud 'pop!' and swallowed everything down.
He had to wait a full minute for Mav to find his breath again; so he picked up a tissue and loosely cleaned Mav's abs and the stickiness on his ass, then lay down next to him.
"I stand by it," Mav said with a whisky voice. "You are a menace."
Rooster chuckled, then whispered softly: "You reign in the sky; I reign in our bed."
Mav turned to look at him, seemingly peaceful. If it wasn't for the thick cloud of pleasure and fulfillment seducing his brain, Rooster could've sworn he saw stars dancing in the green ocean of Maverick's eyes.
"Kings, then?" Mav suggested, coming to rest his head on Rooster's chest.
"Kings," Rooster approved.
Mav hummed.
"Well... I certainly feel like one, with you by my side," Mav confessed quietly, chin propped up on his hands.
The lights above their bed settled their reflection on the golden ring on his wedding finger. Rooster simply looked at him, his hand reaching up to run his fingers through the man's hair - and he smiled, for the same brightness was kissing his own ring too.