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Nicorette (2025): If you’re currently in the process of quitting, then you know the struggle is real when it comes to having an oral fixation, or the constant need to have something in your mouth. But thankfully, you have options.
When his boyfriend, Sebastian, announces that he’s going to quit smoking, Alex decides that he’ll be the most helpful anti-cigarette bodyguard the world’s ever seen. When he first imagines it, he admittedly has some delusions of grandeur: can’t seem to help but imagine himself karate-chopping a packet of cigarettes from Seb’s hands, or running late night stealth missions down to the convenience store to pick up nicotine gum and patches. The nicotine withdrawal, after all, sounds like the hardest part of the process to him.
In reality, Sebastian doesn’t seem to miss it all that much. After a week or so, he stops chewing nicotine gum, and his one packet of patches is still completely sealed. No, what he truly seems to crave is something in his mouth at all hours of the day.
He’s started carrying a pack of hard liquorice candies in his pocket to chew on when he gets antsy. These are Alex’s least favourite, because they make kissing him taste far worse than smoking ever did. If not those, it’s the string of his hoodie, the wire of his headphones, or his fingernails, bitten down to the quick.
Once, when they’re cuddling, watching tv, he absentmindedly takes Alex’s finger into his mouth. They don’t stay cuddling for long.
It’s become a bit of a routine for them, now. They’ll start kissing, maybe feel each other up a little. Then Alex’s fingers will meander over to Sebastian’s mouth.
They’re in such a position now.
Alex adores the way Seb looks with anything at all in his mouth (be that cock, fingers, or candy), but he thinks fingers might be his favourite. There’s just something about the way he closes his eyes all satisfied, lets out this soft little gasp as they hit the back of his tongue. How he closes his lips around them, traces them with his tongue, gazes up through his eyelashes. The way in which drool starts seeping from the corners of his mouth, like he’s taking something way bigger than just a finger or two.
And he didn’t realise, until they started doing this, how many nerve endings are actually in his fingers. How, when there’s a beautiful man sucking at them, teeth scraping against his knuckle, it actually feels really fucking good.
And he loves how Sebastian has to wipe his mouth when he removes them. Sometimes, right after he takes them out, he’ll sink his mouth onto Alex’s cock until there’s a different bodily fluid trailing from his lips.
Today, though, they stay - the index and middle fingers of his left hand - while he uses his dominant hand to open his boyfriend up. Matching fingers in each hole, god. Sebastian’s a marionette on a string for him right now, unable to do anything but comply with his every whim, jerking with every movement. He moans deliciously around Alex’s fingers, spit spilling down his chin.
“That’s it, Bash, c’mon,” he encourages as he slips another finger into his boyfriend’s back entrance. It moves easily, stretching him further, sending little shockwaves ricocheting up through his body. It’s best like this, when he’s sensitive.
The best part is that, when it’s full, Sebastian can’t use his smartass mouth. He can raise a brow, if he really wants to - or roll his eyes. But he can’t make those little snarky comments that Alex loves to be irritated by. He has to listen, can’t forge control out of a situation where he’s willingly given it up.
Alex’s cock strains against his shorts. “Shit- ‘m gonna fuck you,” he gasps, and his boyfriend whimpers around his fingers, sucking them deeper.
Tugging his shorts and underwear off one-handed is a challenge, but one which he graciously accepts. He hasn’t spent hours a day training strength and endurance for the last three years for nothing. He yanks at them, dirties his poor innocent shorts with a lube-y handprint, and then he’s free.
“Ready, baby?” he asks, and he feels Seb’s cock jump against his stomach. That’s a yes, then.
He adjusts his angle so he can slip in a little easier and presses the head of his shaft up where they both need it the most. When he breaches, he feels Sebastian’s sharp intake of air more than he hears it.
“Oh my fucking god,” he breathes as he slides home. “You feel perfect.”
Determined to put his muscles to good use, he sets a brutal pace. With his right hand, he angles Seb’s hips up slightly, to make sure he’s hitting the right spot. As soon as he does his boyfriend squeals and thrashes against him, biting at his fingers. Alex grins: he’d been worried the first time Sebastian really bit at him, and subsequently quickly reassured that if his boyfriend wanted to stop he would, quote, “fucking know about it.” He’s just a little shit that likes to bite.
“So good, Seb,” Alex gasps raggedly against Sebastian’s ear. His thighs are trembling with exertion, but the thrill of chasing both their finishes far outweighs any discomfort. Especially when Seb looks like something from a porno beneath him: totally wrecked, fucked-out, sweaty-haired. His face is flushed, shiny with drool; and his cock is hard and wet with precome between them.
Finally Alex removes his fingers from Sebastian’s mouth - he’s met with a glare of protestation before it becomes apparent where his hand, slick, is going instead. It grasps greedily for his boyfriend’s cock, and they both gasp as it finds what it’s been looking for.
“Fuck, shit, God- Alex,” Seb breathes raggedly, each word punctuated by a shaky gasp, as Alex both jerks and impales him at once. A coil begins to tighten in his stomach. He enjoys fucking Sebastian when he’s all bratty, sure - but he enjoys fucking it out of him the most. Loves him all pliant and needy, unable to do anything but take what’s given to him. It’s validating: feels like he’s won a race, solved a puzzle, completed a challenge.
Sebastian comes with a cry so violent it comes out soundless, hot cum splattering across both their stomachs, and Alex isn’t far behind him. He captures his boyfriend’s lips in a searing, messy, kiss, teeth clashing and tongues sliding against each other with zero rhyme or rhythm. And then he tumbles over the edge himself, free-falling, spilling into Sebastian’s ass as deep as he can go.
When he’s finished, they share a more chaste kiss, and a soft “I love you.”
This isn’t how Alex thought he’d be helping his boyfriend quit smoking, but he sure as shit isn’t going to complain.