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“Fuck… fuck , okay, wait wait..stop, stop stop! fuck…”
Dragon halted his hips, wincing at the hot grip around his dick. “Shit, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Crocodile scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Dick's not that big. No…it's my–my ribs.”
“Do you…wanna stop?”
“ No. I'm fine. I just,” he huffed a frustrated sigh, “I just need a new position.”
“Ride me?”
Crocodile’s eyes sparkled as he pulled his hips from Dragon’s dick, turning over under him, and locking his legs around his waist. He flipped Dragon over easily, thighs lined with hard muscle. Framing his legs on either side of Dragon’s hip, Crocodile lined up his cock and sunk down again, sighing at the pressure.
He sat there for a while, filled with Dragon’s dick and pleasantly satisfied to feel full just for the moment. It took all of Dragon’s willpower not to jerk his hips and fuck into his part–Crocodile. That's right, they aren't partners. Aren't anything more than two friends that fuck.
Crocodile rests his hands on Dragon, one on his chest, the other on his shoulder, and slides his hips up. Then down. A beautiful clench as hot slick eases the way. Crocodile sighs, head tilted back and eyes closed. He's clearly enjoying himself while Dragon’s sat, cock aching and painfully hard. He needs more , he needs–he needs– Dragon’s breath is caught in his lungs–air hadn't even made it to his throat–as Crocodile clenched hard in a steady rhythm and slid up to the tip before slamming down.
“Fuck, baby…” Crocodile halted, hips lax and still as stone. The fuck?? He opened his eyes to check what was wrong. And it was nothing, Crocodile was just being a dick again by neglecting his dick.
Crocodile’s face was mostly blank, eyes bland under a single arched brow. His mouth was, however, tilted downwards. “ ‘Baby?’ I don't recall discussing those.”
“Sorry it just–”
“Do not do that again. It's Crocodile or nothing.” Geeze, take it down a notch.
“Got it, just Crocodile.” If Crocodile left him rock hard and thrumming with need–which he honestly expected–Dragon was going to have a meltdown. He was so needy and Crocodile was so hot and big and strong and fucking gorgeous that he couldn't hel– Dragon’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden iron grip as Crocodile slid down to the hilt and clenched. He threw his head back, and bit his lip, eyes clenched shut and face twisted with pleasure. Crocodile moved his hands from Dragon’s torso to support himself on two spots of the tiny twin mattress near Dragon’s knees.
Crocodile allowed quiet sighs to escape from his mouth, riding Dragon into the fucking stiff plastic college-provised mattress. At this rate they’d break the springs or split the cheap ass wooden frames. Jesus, sometimes he forgot just how strong Crocodile was. The illogical side of his brain told him there'd be bruises on his hips.
Crocodile didn't ride him often, preferring to sit back and let Dragon do the work, but when he did… Jesus fucking christ…
As much as he loved seeing Crocodile’s body, the ripples of flexing muscles in his thighs, the stretch and strain on his arms, a full view of his stomach, chest, and neck, pulled taught with a thrown back head, and all the twitches and sporadic clenches of pleasure of his stomach, Dragon preferred when he was close. He loved feeling Crocodile’s skin against his own, flushed warm and slick with sweat and God knows what else. He loved wrapping his hands around Crocodile’s waist and feeling the shift and twitch of muscles beneath him. And his hair– god his fucking hair. He was in fucking heaven when his bangs brushed against Dragon’s skin, or when it stuck slick and sweaty to his shoulder lwhere Crocodile rested his head. Or– fuck and this was his favorite– when, on the rare occasion where Crocodile was too lost in his own pleasure that he let down his guard, Dragon would tangle his hand in the blonde strands, usually guiding their mouths together, gently tugging his head back so he could suck, lick, and nip at Crocodile’s neck, or even just to rest there and feel him.
But it was worth it, worth it to not get off faster if he could have Crocodile like this. It was all worth it to have Crocodile any way he could, to be used as a tool to get him off. Any way Crocodile gave, Dragon would take in a heartbeat. He'd take everything he offered and willinging beg for more. He was fucking beautiful, muscles flexing, skin rippling and folding, face embossed with pleasure, a pure fucking vision. And he chose Dragon to take his pleasure from.
Dragon thrusted his hips, meeting Crocodile’s in tandem. Crocodile’s breath hitched, head rolling as he lost the slightest bit of composure, a moan sneaking out of his mouth. Fuck , Dragon needed more. He needed to hear him cry out and scream in pleasure until his voice was hoarse. But Crocodile never did.
He rested one hand on Crocodile’s thigh, feeling the contracting, firm muscles under his hand, slipping the other to Crocodile’s dick, and thumbing circles around its tip. His temporary lover bit his lip harder, brow furrowing as a shaky sigh puffed from his lips.
Every rub, flick, and pinch of Crocodile’s clit brought him closer to the edge, walls tightened and twitching around Dragon. Pumping his hips up harder, Crocodile whined through clenched teeth. He wanted to hear him, all of him. He shifted one hand to Crocodile’s lower back as he worked to synchronize their movements. Looking down, Dragon watched him enter Crocodile again and again and again, foamy slick lathering is cock as Crocodile’s folds and stomach twitched. He matched the tight circles on Crocodile’s dick with how own thrusts, slowing just slightly on the downstroke and that… that got him what he wanted
Crocodile’s lip trembled before his sprang open with a cry, high pitched cries, gasps, and moans continuing to tumble from his mouth freely, body twitching uncontrollably as Dragon brought him up to and over the edge.
His body shook from where he knelt over Dragon before shooting upright and falling forward onto Dragon's shoulder with a pitchy broken cry, one hand clawed weekly onto his bicep, the other trembling on his chest. His pretty blonde head was resting on his shoulder, sweaty hair and forehead sticking to his own damp, sticky skin.
Hitched puffs of air tickled Dragon's skin as he shook and trembled against him, high gasps and whines creeping from his throat when Dragon kept pumping into him. Crocodile's fingers scrambled against his skin, clawing and tearing skin wonderfully. The longer they went the jerkier his muscles twitches became and his cries crackled a little further but by bit.
Dragon had mercy and released his clit, tracing his hand up Crocodile’s stomach, sneaking around his hip, smoothing up his spine, and tangling gently in his hair. Contrasting his punching hips, Dragon rolled Crocodile’s head sideways, face so fogged with bliss he looked high. Using the leverage and light grip in blonde clumpy strands, Dragon peppered kisses all over his lover’s face, bending his neck painfully to capture his sweet mouth in a sloppy kiss. Crocodile responded clumsily, head hazy and eyes glasses over and half lidded.
He broke the kiss only when his dick started twitching and throbbing. He was so fucking close, just a little more. He rested their heads together, breath mingling and tickling each other’s lips. Crocodile snuck a shaky hand down under Dragon's thigh and– jesus fucking Christ. The most beautiful, strong, and fucking breathtaking man in the whole fucking goddamn world was in his lap, skin pressed against his own, hand rubbing and massaging his balls clumsily but oh so wonderfully , searing hot hole sucking him in and tightly clenched around his cock. How lucky was he to have him.
Crocodile whispered against his lips, hole clenching down harshly, “Come on, big boy, let go. Come for me.”
And that was all he needed, Dragon tumbled over the edge, hips and cock jerking and trembling as white hot pleasure shot through him. Crocodile coaxed him back down to earth, walls clenching rhythmically around him, working him through the aftershocks.
“Jesus, you're a fucking vision. So beautiful, so fucking perfect… Jesus Christ ba–Crocodile…”
Crocodile frozen for a minute, a long, agonizing minute. Dragon fucked up again, didn't he. He let his emotions and feelings get the better of him. Crocodile pushed himself off Dragon and lifted his hips to slide Dragon’s cock out with a wince. Crocodile rolled off and faced the wall, back to Dragon. He didn't say anything.
Dragon took the opportunity to take him in, the bandages he was using to bind his chest looked too tight, skin an angry red and deathly white where the fabric cut into his skin. Shit, his ribs.
He wished Crocodile felt comfortable enough around him to loosen the bindings around his chest, that he felt safe enough to be comfortable around him. Fuck, Dragon should have stopped them and made him take them off or called it off. Fucking while binding, especially as unsafe as Crocodile fucking did it, was a bad fucking idea.
“You should take the bandages off. You're ribs…”
“I'm fine.”
“I can look away or get you a sweatshirt or something.”
“Fucking drop it.”
Dragon thought about dropping it, he really fucking did, but there were purple red lines cutting into his skin and it looked painful. And fuck him, he cared about the blonde too fucking much to let it slide.
“No. Listen, maybe others are fine with you being in pain, but I'm not. It's bruising your skin, Crocodile. It's quite literally hurting you. I'll get you a sweatshirt or something, I can even unwrap it for you,but you need to take it off.” He paused for a minute, watching the other's frozen frame. “I really don't mind. I…I don't give a single fucking shit, man.”
He's not sure what he did, if anything at all, but Crocodile shifted his head to glance over his shoulder just barely. “Fine. But you're not touching the bindings.”
“Works for me. Sweatshirt preference?”
“Don't give a fucking shit, jackass.”
Well if that was the case, Dragon’s sweatshirt was right there and he wasn't using it now so…sue him, he's a fool in love with an emotionally stunted paranoid man.
Crocodile slipped into the hoodie easily, wincing only slightly as he raised his arms. He shimmied his arms under and rummaged around under the thick fabric with little hitches in his breath now and then. Dragon watched him struggle from the corner of his eye before he grew tired of it.
“Let me help?”
Crocodile paused, staring ahead at the wall for too long–so long that Dragon was beginning to think he'd be kicked out–before he sighed heavily, loaded with emotion and something unsaid.
“Fine. Just–just be…just don't look or grab .” 'Just be careful.' He could read between the paranoia and emotional distancing. He'd do this with all the care in the world. Always with care for Crocodile. Everything for him. If he had the money, he'd buy him a real, safe fucking binder. Or sneak money into his wallet until he had enough.
Dragon ran his hands together and breathed on them to warm them before slipping them under the sweatshirt and reaching the white fabric. “Where's the end?”
“Left side.”
Sure enough, little clips with metal teeth were hooked into the bandages and taped together. He cupped Crocodile’s bicep and gently raised it, sliding his other hand underneath to reach the clasps. The other man ripped his arm from his grasp and held both up with a hitched breath. Once he’d unclipped the metal hooks, he gripped the fabric as he peeled off the tape, easing the tension from Crocodile’s ribs. He figured slow was better, this wasn't like a bandaid.
With the first layer unwound, Crocodile’s breathing picked up, chest pumping air in and out harshly.
“Crocodile, it's alright. I…I know you aren't… fond of letting people in…but you're safe with me.” The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced back over his shoulder. “I don't know your life story, but I can put together pretty easily that you've been through shit. I just want to help, that's all.”
Crocodile didn't acknowledge him, but he did ease his breathing into a calmer rhythm as Dragon continued unwrapping the strips of fabric. Angry red and purple lines dotted his skin, revealed as wider and darker the more he unwound. Stripping off the last layer, Dragon immediately removed the fabric and pulled the sweatshirt down Crocodile’s back– his sweatshirt down Crocodile’s back. He dutifully ignored the fluttering in his stomach and clench in his chest.
Crocodile lay down on his side, Dragon making himself comfortable behind him and cautiously slipping an arm over the other's stomach, purposefully remaining around his navel. Crocodile sighed, testing his ribs out and hearing the cracks and snaps as he expanded and deflated his chest with deep breaths before settling.
He must've been uncomfortable, with how much he was shifting his legs. Ribs probably hurt like hell. And then a hand played on top of his, which was nice. Romantic. And then it guided his hand lower, down, down and further down to cup Crocodile’s mound. Oh.
He could get on board. Crocodile ground his ass back unfairly against Dragon's crotch, coaxing out a low moan. Dragon cupped his sex and dipped a finger into his folds. Soaking fucking wet. He thumbed at his dick, Crocodile pleasantly humming. Dragon kissed up his neck, behind his ear, and along his jaw.
“You want more, ba–Crocodile? Want me to eat you out?”
The only answer he received was a backwards grind and slightly spread thighs. Dragon lined his dick between Crocodile’s thighs and ground into him, dick sliding easily in the blonde’s slick. Kissing every bit of skin he could reach, Dragon slid along wet folds, tip catching on his entrance as Crocodile wiggled his hips to try and slip him inside.
“Want it in me. Just come on already, get me off.”
Dragon circled his clit with his thumb, using the fingers to line them up and push inside, bringing his spare hand up to brush Crocodile’s hair away and mouth gently at his neck again. Crocodile sighed and rocked his hips back and forth, pushing into his hand and back on his cock. Soon enough he was squirming and whining with pleasure, Dragon’s hips rocking steadily into him through clenching, pulsing, soaked searing hot walls. Fuck, he felt so good around him. Crocodile felt so fucking good, everything about him.
Except for his habit to keep in his little sounds of pleasure. That was infuriating. Dragon nipped harshly at his neck, pushing a gasp out of him, followed quickly by high whines and whimpers. “There you are, let me hear you. Let me hear how good you feel. Want you…”
Crocodile cried out and shook through an orgasm, body twitching before limply falling lax as Dragon steadily ground into him harshly. He batted the offending hand away from his dick, muttering something about “Too much,” and twitched his hips away before catching himself and holding still.
And now….it was like fucking a fleshlight, not that Dragon ever had but it wasn't a partner anymore, it wasn’t Crocodile. Clearly, it was too much and clearly he didn't want the stimulation but he was keeping his mouth shockingly metaphorically shit as his face was lax and jaw dropped loosely. Dragon pulled out and stroked himself to completion, gasping against Crocodile's neck as he spilled into his hand–fucking gross. At least Crocodile had an ensuite bathroom. Dragon breathed through his aftershocks before washing his hands and returning with a warm, wet cloth to wipe Crocodile down.
Climbing in behind him, Dragon wrapped an arm around Crocodile and pulled the messy blankets over them. They'd clean the sheets and be embarrassed by being caught by fucking Mihawk of all people later. For now, they would rest together in the afterglow. And in an hour or too Crocodile would shove him awake and out of his bed. And Dragon would leave wanting more, wanting Crocodile’s everything–his nightmares and daydreams, hopes and tragedies, enraged outbursts and depressive slumps, excited fixations and calm stillness. He wanted Crocodile to be the last thing he saw at night, and first thing he smelled in the early morning, sweat and sleep thick in the air. He wanted Crocodile, but he'd settle for sex and an abandoned hoodie.