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Wise tightens his arms around Lighter’s torso, burying his face into the leather and inhaling the warm, earthy scent. No matter how often they do this, it's just as exhilarating as the first time. He can feel his heartbeat rising, his stomach twisting into a knot, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He screws his eyes shut, bracing for what's next—
“You okay back there?” Lighter raises his voice to be heard over the engine noise.
“Mhmm!” Wise confirms, face still firmly pressed against Lighter's back. His arms squeeze even harder as the bike leans to follow the curve of the road. Even though he knows they’re a safe distance from the edge of the cliff, he can’t help but tense up every time.
Lighter's bright laughter bounces on the wind, and he eases off the gas as the road straightens out. Wise finally relaxes his arms, letting them drop to hang more comfortably around Lighter's waist.
“You always take that curve so fast!”
“That’s what makes it fun!”
Wise bumps his forehead against Lighter's back, evoking even more laughter. He doesn't need to see Wise's face to know he is pouting.
“Okay, okay. Sorry babe,” he says, slowing down a bit more. “We’re almost there anyway.”
After a minute or so, they stop in front of the small shack that Lighter calls home. It's nothing fancy, just barely fits a bed and a couch, but there is a kitchenette and a real bathroom. When Wise suggested decorating to liven the place up a bit, Lighter shrugged it off, insisting he was on the road (or visiting Wise in New Eridu) so much that it didn't really matter what his house looked like.
Lighter holds the bike steady so Wise can swing his leg around and hop off the back. They're not too far from Blazewood, so the ride isn't long enough to turn his legs into jello. Still, it feels nice to stretch them out, so he walks toward the edge of the cliff to admire the view while Lighter parks his bike around the back of the house. Sunsets always seem warmer in the Outer Ring than in New Eridu. Wise loves how the expansive cliffs etch deep shadows across the horizon, the sand glistening in the fading light.
Lighter quietly approaches and wraps his arms around Wise from behind. "Not a bad view, eh?"
"Hmmm it's alright," Wise hums then twists around in the hug to look up at Lighter's face. "This one's better."
Lighter smiles, slightly caught off guard, then pulls him in closer, cradling his head against his chest. Wise inhales deeply, letting his scent fill his lungs again before exhaling and relaxing into the embrace.
"Only got a few more minutes before the sun's down and it's ice cold out here," Lighter says, not making any attempt to move them.
Wise thinks he probably wouldn't even notice the sun or the warmth disappearing while being held like this, but he takes one last inhale before nodding and pulling away. "Let's head in."
"Thirsty?" Lighter asks as he unlocks the door and flicks on the lights. "There's probably some Nitro Fuel in the fridge—"
Without a word, Wise catches Lighter's sleeve and tugs at it to turn him around. As soon as they’re facing each other, Wise leans up to catch his mouth with his own, guiding the arm he caught to wrap around his waist. Lighter wastes no time in reciprocating, parting his lips and welcoming Wise inside to taste the lemon candy still lingering on his tongue. Content with following his lead, he doesn't try to escalate, but Wise is quickly discovering just how starved he was for Lighter's attention after weeks apart, so he starts to move them away from the door. Lighter tightens his hold around Wise's waist as they shuffle along the short and unobstructed path to the bed.
As they lower themselves onto the mattress, Lighter tries to be mindful of his body weight and attempts to prop himself up on his elbows, but Wise hooks his leg around Lighter's waist to pull him down completely. All too happy to eliminate the distance between them, Lighter sinks into his grasp. Their mouths mesh together in a familiar rhythm, unhurried and unrushed, indulging in each other's warm embrace.
After some time, Lighter manages to pull himself away, shifting some of his body weight onto one arm. Wise whimpers at the heat loss and angles his chin up in the hopes that they will continue. Looking at those bright red, slightly swollen lips, Lighter is very tempted, only able to hold himself back by biting down on his own lip.
"Babe, I got you something."
His gaze is hazy from making out for so long, but there's a glint of surprised curiosity in his eyes. “A gift?”
Lighter reaches into the nightstand drawer to pull out a small box with a cute, lopsided ribbon tied around it. Sitting up, Wise takes the box and carefully unwraps it to reveal something made of shiny black material neatly folded inside. Once he picks up the item and holds it up in the light, he realizes it's a satin blindfold.
"Is this for you or for me?" Wise asks with an arched eyebrow and a teasing grin.
"Well, I'm not opposed to wearing it," Lighter explains, somewhat sheepish, "but I was hoping you might wear it for me." He averts his gaze and lowers his voice. "Only if you want to, though."
Despite his tall stature, he's managed to make himself seem so small and shy, indirectly asking to try something new in bed. Wise doesn't know exactly what he's signing up for, but he trusts Lighter with every part of himself. And they established a safe word for a reason, right?
Wise reaches out his hand to cradle his cheek. “Should I wear it now?”
“Whenever you want.”
“Let me wash up first?”
Lighter reluctantly removes his face from Wise’s soft hand and nods. ”Need help?”
“No, that’s okay,” Wise says, getting up and leaving the blindfold on the bed. "It won't take long."
Lighter tries to busy himself by tidying up, but he doesn't spend enough time here to make much of a mess, so he just sits on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly playing with the blindfold in his hand, until Wise emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing but his boxers.
"Figured I'd just skip putting my clothes back on," Wise says, now his turn to feel a little sheepish.
Lighter resists the urge to lick his lips and growl like a rabid dog. "Very efficient of you," he manages to get out in a mostly normal tone.
Wise rolls his eyes and plucks the blindfold out of his hands, sitting down beside him. "So should I just put it on?"
"Uh, you can get comfortable first." He moves out of the way so Wise can properly sit in the center of the bed. "I can tie it for you, if you want."
He nods, handing him the blindfold. Lighter leans over to reach around his head, but he's suddenly stopped by Wise's hand firmly pushing up against his chest.
"Wait," he says, fingers closing around Lighter's shirt.
"What's wrong?" A flash of panic across his face. "We don't have to do this. It's okay."
"It's not that." Wise shakes his head, eyes dropping down to his chest, and pulls at the fabric. "I want one last look before I lose my sight."
Before Lighter fully understands what he means, Wise begins to impatiently pull at the shirt and frowns because he isn't helping by just sitting there. Once he catches on, Lighter lifts his arms to make it easier, and Wise tosses the shirt across the room. Lighter then puffs his chest out a little, puts his hands on his hips and gives him a proud smirk.
"So how's the view?"
"Hmmm," Wise hums as his eyes slowly drink in the sight.
Lighter's body is nothing short of a miracle. His work obviously keeps him active and healthy, but the way his broad, sturdy shoulders taper down into that almost impossibly trim waist is remarkable. His gaze follows the deep curves of his muscles, subtly shifting with every breath, then the jagged scars that clash with his sun-kissed skin, like rivers carved into the earth. Wise loves Lighter for many reasons, but he won't deny that he could happily admire Lighter's body for hours on end.
"It's okay."
"Okay!?" Lighter dramatically scoffs with mock offense, and Wise bursts into giggles. "All that ogling and I'm just okay, huh?"
Lighter grabs at Wise's waist, sending him into a ticklish fit. Giggles morph into full on laughter as Lighter attempts to smother him with kisses. Wise's squirming and laughing doesn't make it easy, but Lighter eventually manages to land a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips, then sits back again.
"I guess I should just put my shirt back on then," he says, pouting dramatically.
"No!" Wise protests and scrunches his face into a very serious glare. "Don't you dare."
"Whatever you say, Princess."
He rolls his eyes at the pet name but sits up with a satisfied grin. Lighter had almost forgotten all about his intentions for the evening, but Wise grabs the blindfold and dangles it in front of his face.
"Okay, I'm ready now."
Wise brings the smooth fabric to his eyes and Lighter takes hold of the ends. As he leans in to reach his arms around, he is suddenly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. The slight parting of his lips and the quiet sound of his breathing. The steady hand holding the blindfold that he had agreed to without question or explanation.
Lighter takes a deep breath to refocus and ties the ends into a loose knot, careful not to snag at his hair. "How's that?"
Wise lifts his fingers off the blindfold, and it slips halfway down his nose. "A little tighter, I think."
Lighter nods, forgetting he can't really be seen, and adjusts the ties until the blindfold is snug against his face.
"That's better," Wise says, cautiously shifting his body to lie back on the bed.
The blindfold is more effective than he expected. It isn't uncomfortable, but the fabric is molded to his face in a way that light doesn't even bleed in through the edges. It's pitch-black darkness, and suddenly Wise realizes just how much he relies on his sight when they're having sex. He often checks Lighter's facial expressions, feeding off his reactions, and can tell exactly what he's about to do next. Without that, he's relinquishing so much of his agency over to someone else, and even if he trusts that someone completely, it's a little scary. Scary but exhilarating. A small shiver of excitement rolls down his spine and his body shudders in anticipation for whatever Lighter has in store for them.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I’m okay."
"Just say the word and we’ll stop."
"I know. I’m really okay," Wise insists, instinctively raising his arms to give him a reassuring touch, but he freezes midair when he realizes he could accidentally smack Lighter in the face.
Lighter softly laughs under his breath and gently pushes Wise's arms down until they drop onto the bed. “Okay, I believe you. Just relax. I’m gonna get started now.”
“Start wha—”
He’s interrupted by Lighter’s lips tenderly pressing against his own. Small, feathery kisses and only a few before his lips start to wander to other parts of his face.
"God, you're beautiful," Lighter says as he drags his lips along Wise's jaw.
"No I'm not—"
"You are."
Wise can imagine a serious expression on Lighter's face to match his tone.
"Unbelievably pretty," he continues, lips lingering against his neck. "So soft and warm." He presses a kiss against his collarbone as his hands find his waist and his thumbs begin to rub circles against his smooth skin. "I love the way you blossom beneath my fingertips, opening up just for me."
Heat floods Wise's entire body, bashfulness mixed with raw arousal. He has never quite understood how Lighter can be so enamored with his exceptionally average body, but being blindfolded makes it a little easier to accept the praise, and he gradually relaxes with each caress.
"So perfect," Lighter murmurs, more to himself than anything.
Wise can't see the way his eyes roam over his body. He doesn't know his every curve, every blush, every breath is being committed to memory. Wise also didn't realize how much stress he carried in so many different parts of his body until Lighter's deft hands attentively melt it all away. Soft moans unconsciously fall from his lips, evoked by his heavenly touch.
"That's it," Lighter whispers against his stomach. "Let me hear you, Baby."
His moans become louder, uninhibited by embarrassment or shame, and Lighter relishes in the rhapsody of his delight, committing to memory each and every delicious sound, mastering the delicate instrumentation of his pleasure so that he might be able to experience this again someday. This experience of Wise at his most vulnerable and free.
Lighter's leisurely pilgrimage down Wise's torso has brought his mouth to the edge of his boxers. He looks up at Wise's face half buried in a pillow, blindfold still in place. It's almost a pity to disrupt such a serene picture, but Lighter does it anyway, suddenly pressing his mouth against Wise's cock through the thin fabric. Wise gasps at the sudden contact, rolling his body down in hopes of more, but Lighter sits up out of reach and quickly pulls off the boxers, tossing them aside. Wise shivers as his hard cock is exposed to the cold air, and Lighter slides his hands back up Wise's thighs, coaxing them to open wide and slotting himself between them.
"Please…" Wise whines. "More…"
Lighter responds only by leaning down to suck and bite on his inner thigh, leaving evidence of his crusade that only he gets to see. Something between a groan and growl escapes Wise's throat, acutely aware of how close that warm mouth is to his aching cock.
"I need you, please…"
Lighter moves to the other thigh, and Wise flinches when a hot breath brushes against his prick. By giving up his sight, Wise is learning just how much control he has when they're in bed. Normally, one sharp look and Lighter would have given in to whatever Wise wanted by now. Without his impatience speeding things up, Lighter is setting an excruciatingly slow pace, carefully building him up and deliberately stretching the anticipation to a new limit. He can't deny how amazing it feels, but his body is screaming out for more.
"Are you just going to tease me all night?"
That finally gets an audible reaction out of Lighter, but the soft laughter against his thigh only riles Wise up even more. Lighter notices the bead of pre-cum gathering on the tip, but his pace is unaffected, and he continues sucking and nipping at his thighs, inching upwards until he suddenly presses a slobbering wet kiss along the shaft of his leaking cock.
"Fuuuck! Lighter!" Wise shouts, fingers digging into the sheets. The teasing was bad enough, but the suspense of not knowing what Lighter is about to do at any given moment has him teetering over the edge.
Lighter laughs again and pauses to admire the way Wise has completely opened up, limbs sprawled wide, chest heaving unevenly. Wise can feel Lighter shuffle a bit and then hears the unmistakable click of a bottle of lube being opened. His breathing becomes heavier, and his fingers pull more of the sheets into his fist. Lighter begins rubbing circles around his hole, and Wise whines, instinctively grinding his hips down, so close to getting what he's been starved of for so long.
"Yes, Lighter, please…"
Mercifully, Lighter doesn't prolong this part and quickly dips his index finger past his entrance. He steadily drags his finger in and out, while his other hand gently massages Wise's hip trying to help him loosen up.
"Come on Baby, just relax."
Wise takes a deeper breath, and Lighter watches his body decompress, allowing him to promptly add a second finger. He maintains the measured rhythm, a steady ebb and flow of his long fingers. Wise feels a molten heat ignite in his depths as Lighter subtly starts to stretch him just a little wider, never breaking his cadence. He surrenders himself to the heavy warmth blanketing his entire body, relinquishing his fate to Lighter's hands.
Then, without warning, Lighter crooks the ends of his fingers and pushes directly into his sensitive spot. White-hot pleasure rips through Wise, his body arching off the bed. The sudden stimulation is so intense that he swears he can see light beyond the blindfold, and he can feel his heart pounding against his chest.
"I've got you," Lighter whispers, fingers still buried in his ass but using his free hand to lightly caress his waist. He quietly watches the rise and fall of Wise's chest, not wanting to push him into overstimulation just yet.
Wise is pretty sure he didn't come, but it felt so close to a full orgasm, he's at a loss for words. He didn't think much of the blindfold when he first saw it, but wearing it really is amplifying every sensation, sending him to new heights. And he wants more.
"Lighter…"
"Want to keep going?"
Wise gives him a feeble nod and grinds his hips down a little, clenching around Lighter's fingers, his still hard cock dripping pre-cum. Lighter's heart nearly stops at the sight, and he has to force himself not to tear off the blindfold himself. He takes Wise's hand, intertwining their fingers, and begins to move his other hand again.
He immediately settles back into the same steady rhythm, only now his efforts are concentrated on massaging that sweet spot until an incomprehensible mix of moaning and begging tumbles uncontrollably from Wise's mouth. The pleasure piles up so quickly, Wise feels like he's sinking into the mattress, plummeting into the expanse of his own lust, and he digs his nails into the back of Lighter's hand in a futile attempt to hold himself back. Another wave of pleasure crashes over him, but his cock is throbbing from the lack of attention.
"Ligh… please…" Wise's voice trembles.
Instead of giving him what he wants, Lighter continues to stretch him open until he can add a third finger and resumes his fervent ambush on Wise's prostate. He thrusts in and out with varying pressure, measuring his accuracy against Wise's noises. Moans that gradually get quieter as the scorching heat under his skin chokes out the sound before it can even reach his throat. Lighter drives his fingertips into that soft spot with a particularly hard thrust and Wise snaps in half again, completely silent, sparks flying off his nerves as Lighter eases off and slips his fingers out.
Wise is shivering from the overstimulation, and Lighter delicately rubs his shoulders, helping him come back down to this plane of reality. He leans over to press small kisses onto his flushed cheeks. He doesn't notice the edges of the blindfold are soaked with tears, but Wise isn't aware of it either, too immersed in the ecstasy of Lighter's touch.
"I'm here," Lighter hums in between kisses. "I've got you, Baby."
Wise's breathing is still heavy, but he releases Lighter's hand from his tightened fist, trying to regain some control over his own body. He can't plead with his eyes, so he slowly slides both hands down to wrap around his thighs and pulls himself wide, stretching his bright pink hole as much as his limited strength will allow.
"Lighter… please just fuck me already." His leaking cock twitches at the thought alone. "I need you… inside me…"
Lighter swallows hard seeing Wise like this, begging for a taste of him, offering himself up to be ravished. If not for the blindfold, Lighter definitely would've caved to his whims by now, easily swayed by those gorgeous, shining eyes, but instead he stays focused, wrapping his free arm around Wise's back, and drives all three fingers back inside his wet, quivering hole.
"No, please!" Wise sobs, desperate to finally come on Lighter's thick cock.
Before he's talked into changing his mind, Lighter leans over and captures Wise's trembling lips with his own, turning the begging into moans. As Lighter slides his fingers in and out of that silky heat, his tongue pushes into Wise's warm, open mouth.
Blinded by pleasure, Wise doesn't realize more tears are seeping into the blindfold, and maybe if Lighter knew, he would have folded and given in to his request. Instead he continues his onslaught with his fingers and his tongue, increasing the pace and pressure of both simultaneously. After a deep, deliberate push into his mouth, the final remaining sliver of Wise's consciousness finally catches on to what Lighter is doing. The way his tongue and fingers move in unison, splitting his vulnerable body apart only to pour himself into Wise, filling every crevice with his divine touch.
The revelation is overwhelming and all-consuming. His nerves are being pulled in a thousand different directions, desperate to attach themselves to everything Lighter is offering him. All he knows is Lighter's touch, his heavenly scent, the steady sound of his breath. There's only one thing left for him to give, to offer in return at the altar of his worship. Lighter plunges even deeper, sinking into his prostate, and Wise finally comes with a loud cry, spilling cum all over his stomach and tearing off the blindfold as his head snaps back.
Wise looks transcendent in this utterly blissed out state. The bright red blush underneath his creamy skin, sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, mouth agape as he tries to catch his breath. Lighter is enraptured, and he silently thanks whichever god might be listening that he's alive to witness such profound beauty.
Lighter carefully removes his fingers and wipes Wise clean before lying down by his side. Wise attempts to roll over, but he's completely spent, so Lighter closes the gap, pulling a blanket over Wise's bare body and weaving their limbs together.
"That was incredible," Wise says breathlessly.
Lighter's laughter feels so comforting against his skin. "Glad you liked it."
Wise settles in closer to Lighter's body, appreciating the warmth of Lighter's shirtless torso. He could spend an eternity like this, wrapped up in his arms. But then a realization suddenly hits him, and his eyes fly open.
"Wait—what about you?"
He raises his head slightly and squints against the dim moonlight, finally taking a look at Lighter after what feels like hours of being blindfolded. Lighter looks back at him with a small smile and shakes his head.
"I'm more than satisfied."
Wise stares at him, not that Lighter would ever lie, especially not about something like this. He still searches for some hint that he wants more, but his face is honest and the satisfaction is clear. Lighter gives a reassuring nod and gestures that he should lie back down. After another moment just to be sure, Wise presses a tender kiss against Lighter's forehead then settles back into his embrace.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"You taught me."
"Huh? I think I would remember if we had done anything like that before."
"No, I mean you've taught me everything I needed to know. What you crave the most, how to satisfy your desires. All the times you held back from begging for more. I studied you like a prayer."
Wise feels his cheeks flush instantly. "That sounds like a confession."
"You already know I love you though."
"I know… It just feels different." Wise buries his face into Lighter's chest. He can't help but feel a little shy now that the blindfold is gone. "I love you too, you know?"
Every time Lighter hears those words, it feels like the first time. He wonders if Wise could feel his heart skip a beat after he said it, but looking down, he sees that sleep has already claimed him, a faint smile still lingering on his lips. He falls in love with Wise over and over again in every moment they spend together. This moment is no exception.
"I do."