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Sweet domestic bliss. That was something Bowy never thought he’d experience. Yet here he was, watching Archer watch the television while he rested his head on his shoulder.
“Darling… this is absolutely mind-numbing.” Bowy half whispered. Archer hummed, he barely heard him. “You’re falling asleep! Come on, let’s… do something else.” Bowy offered. His words were laced with innuendo and that made Archer perk up a bit.
“Oh? What could you possibly offer me that would be better than watching footy on the sofa? I’m quite comfortable.” Archer teased. He had a sleepy grin on his face that made Bowy a little feral.
Bowy danced his fingers along Archer’s thigh towards his groin, looking up at him with a pleading look in his eyes that he knew his boyfriend could never refuse. “Perhaps…” he began, palming at Archer’s cock through his jeans, “you should put me in my place. Teach me some manners.”
Archer raised his eyebrows. He knew what Bowy wanted from him, he wanted to be dominated. He was being purposefully difficult, bratty even. They had played with these sorts of dynamics before, but never spontaneously. Archer also knew that he wasn’t a great actor.
He took a deep breath before replying. “If you’re going to behave like this, I don’t see why I should do what you want.” He said calmly, in reality Archer was burning up inside. This would usually be the point where he’d let Bowy crawl into his lap and hump him while they made out messily. Instead he had to pretend like he wasn’t getting hard from the hand kneading his cock through his pants.
Bowy grinned wildly at him. This was exactly what he was hoping for. Archer had caught on, and despite his obvious struggles, he was performing admirably. “You always give me what I want, don’t you, baby? You’ve never been able to resist it.” Bowy whispered in Archer’s ear.
He nipped at his ear, before moving down to run his teeth along Archer’s neck. Suddenly Archer grabbed a fist-full of his hair and yanked his head back. Bowy moaned loudly at the prickle of pain that shot through his body.
“Go on, bite me. I know you get off on it.” Archer offered. He grinned down at Bowy, which unsettled him deeply. Archer didn’t normally smile, it felt like he was just bearing his teeth.
Bowy was so surprised by the sudden shift in character, that it took him a second to think of a smart comeback.
“Oh I'm the one getting off on biting you hmm? I’m not the one gets all teary-eyed while he cums in his trousers over it.” He squeezed Archer’s erection for emphasis.
Archer exhaled sharply, almost breaking character. Instead of dignifying Bowy with a response, he mashed their lips together. Bowy quickly pulled back, untangling Archer’s hand from his hair before diving back in. This time however, he was in control, he licked into Archer’s mouth, biting at his lips and dragging the most desperate noises out of his boyfriend’s mouth.
He felt Archer wrap his arms around his waist and squealed as he was lifted over his shoulder and carried towards the bed. Bowy rarely felt small, after all he was 6’5 not including the extra inches his shoes normally provided, and more than thirteen stone. He couldn’t stand up straight on the train, and he occasionally hit his head on low doorways. But Archer lifted him like he weighed nothing. It was exhilarating, and so incredibly arousing.
The feeling of his body hitting the mattress shook him from his thoughts, Archer was already crowding him into the bed. Bowy wasted no time in tugging off Archer’s jumper, along with his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and stomach that Bowy just wanted to sink his teeth into, and had on multiple occasions.
His own physique was unimpressive, at least in comparison to Archer’s. He was willowy and lithe, which played to his advantage in these kinds of situations. Bowy was strong, impossibly so for what little lean muscle he had on him. That came with vampirism, but the more supernatural range of his strength had been stolen by decades of neglecting his body, both by choice and from a lack of another option.
He didn’t mourn that, at least not in this moment, when his boyfriend’s beautiful upper body was bared in front of him. He ran his hands up his chest, raking his nails down again. Bowy delighted in the marks that his signature black, sharp-tipped acrylics left behind in their wake and the groan that Archer let out at the sting.
Bowy quickly shed his own shirt and slipped his pyjama pants off, tossing them off the side of the bed. For a moment they just stared at each other, Archer taking in every inch of Bowy’s flushed, mole speckled skin, and Bowy staring hungrily at the bulge still trapped in Archer’s jeans. Why he was wearing jeans while they were just laying around in their flat was anyone’s guess, but the even more pressing question was why on earth he was still wearing them?!
“Archer, take off your damn jeans!” Bowy complained.
“Didn’t realize you were calling the shots again.” Archer responded. Although he was actively unzipping his fly, so clearly he wasn’t too determined to be the one giving orders.
Once he was just in his boxers, Archer crawled onto the bed, following Bowy up towards the headboard. “Now what? Go get the lube and get your prick inside me!” Bowy demanded, crossing his arms. Well, so much for letting Archer be in charge. He had needs, okay?! Needs that were not going to be met unless he had Archer’s massive cock in his arse.
Archer returned with two lubricated fingers, poised to prep his boyfriend. But Bowy pushed his hand away. “Just fuck me! I wanna feel you stretch me open with that weapon you call a cock.”
“That’s not a good idea, Bowy. You know that. You’ll be too sore to sit down.” Archer reminded him. Knowing all too well the constant whining and complaining that a sore arse of this scale would bring. Despite begging for it, dick-brained Bowy and brain-brained Bowy often had different ideas about what they wanted.
That was exactly what he was counting on. Bowy wanted to be completely incapacitated, he wanted to feel like Archer carved out a space inside him. An emptiness that only he could fill. Yet his pragmatically minded boyfriend was being far too responsible with his cock. It pissed Bowy off.
“I know it’s a terrible idea, that’s why I’m keen on doing it!” Bowy exclaimed, he spread his legs further, thrusting his hips up towards Archer impatiently.
Archer rolled his eyes. “One finger. Just to lube up.” He offered.
Bowy sighed, but he conceded. His eyes fluttered shut as Archer pushed a finger inside him, wiggling it around in an attempt to make fucking without adequate preparation remotely possible. Then, Bowy felt the blunt head of Archer’s cock pressed against his entrance. The first couple inches were perfect agony. It hurt like hell, and it was so good. Archer had tipped forward to mouth at Bowy’s collarbone. He began to thrust shallowly, almost pulling out before pushing in a little deeper each time.
Once he had fully seated himself, Archer pulled back and slammed forward, he folded Bowy’s legs back towards his ears, effectively trapping his arms beneath his own legs. Bowy whined and surged forward trying to catch him in a kiss without having use of his arms.
Bowy knew that he looked desperate, his hair was stuck to his forehead from the sheen of sweat that covered his whole body, and his lips were bitten raw from the rough, punishing kisses. He had resigned to being pounded into the mattress, head lolled back into the pillow as he mewled and cried out, basking in the feeling of Archer constantly pressing and rubbing at his prostate.
Bowy was so close. If he could just get his hand on himself. But his arms were pinned under his own legs. Bowy was fortunate that he was flexible, because the tops of his thighs were nearly touching the mattress. He was truly folded in half and his hamstrings and glutes would throw a fit the next day but damn it he needed this!
“Sweetheart, please touch me! Come on!” Bowy pleaded, realizing that he was starting to tear up.
His boyfriend smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Y’know what, Bo? I don’t think I will.” He said, still pounding Bowy into the bed. “You can cum untouched, you do it all the time.”
Bowy sobbed, he knew he could orgasm without any stimulation on his cock. But he wanted to cum and he wanted it now! This was not the time for Archer to get back into character! “For fuck’s sake! Touch my prick or make me cum some other way—or something, anything! Just do it now!” He cried out, leaning forward as much as he could with his knees by his ears. “You’re so bossy.” Archer tutted, but he obliged, choosing not to jerk Bowy off, but to kiss and lick and nip at his nipples instead.
He’d always been sensitive there. Archer had discovered that one night when Bowy came with a very loud moan from twisting and pinching his nipples while he rode him. But he hadn’t put his mouth on them yet.
The result was more spectacular than he could’ve possibly imagined. He released Bowy’s legs, as he leaned in to mouth at his chest. Bowy grabbed Archer by the locs and pressed his face harder into his chest. Archer didn’t get any warning from Bowy before his arse was tightening around him and he was cumming onto both of their chests.
He gasped and panted through his climax letting go of Archer’s hair so he could devour his mouth instead. Archer kept fucking him, pulling him in by his waist, panting and groaning as he drew closer himself. Then Archer felt teeth, teeth in his lip, then moving down to nip at his jaw, and finally to his neck where Bowy bit down. The searing pain nearly knocked Archer out, and he realized belatedly that he was cumming too, spurting spend deep inside Bowy with messy, aborted thrusts.
Bowy released him from his jaws, but he laved his tongue over the wound, pressing against it and making Archer’s nerves light up in a wave of pain. He finally pulled back to look Archer in the eye. “You— hah — you do get off on being bitten.” He panted, grinning.
Archer flushed, barely holding himself up on shaking arms. Now he had to look at Bowy’s face smeared with his blood?! His cock twitched, still half-hard and inside his boyfriend. They kissed messily, Bowy getting blood on Archer’s lips too. But he pulled away hurriedly. “Wait— nothing else until I sterilize the wound.” Bowy said seriously, putting a finger to Archer’s lips.
Even though Archer wanted to do anything but pull out and separate from Bowy, he obliged, crawling backwards to let Bowy get up.
He watched as Bowy wobbled on rubbery legs to the bathroom. Returning with their first aid kit. He went through the standard procedure, like he’d done this a million times. Although, Archer supposed he very well could have. Plus, he knew from his mum’s work as a paediatrician that human bites were right up there with the most dangerous. He winced as Bowy wiped his neck with disinfectant, the stinging sensation didn’t feel pleasurable like the bite had, but Archer still felt the twinge of arousal. Then Bowy applied a plaster, kissing the top of it sweetly.
“Thank you my love.” Archer said, giving Bowy a peck on the cheek. “Let’s shower then, yeah?”
Instead of agreeing like Archer had expected him to, Bowy smirked and pushed him onto his back.
“Oh darling, we’re not done! But I’d rather not risk having to explain to the hospital why you have an infected wound on your neck.” Bowy reminded him as he loomed over Archer.
Long, dexterous fingers wrapped around Archer’s cock, stroking him back to full hardness. Then Bowy licked at the head of his cock. With one of Bowy’s hands tightly fisting Archer’s cock, he almost didn’t notice his other hand moving backwards, behind his balls towards his-
“Wait!” He shouted, Bowy sat back startled. “What are you doing?” He asked suspiciously.
“Well I was going to give you a blowjob, but I was rather rudely interrupted.” Bowy snarked. “What’s wrong?”
“It felt like you were gonna stick your finger up my arse.”
“No, I don’t make a habit of sticking my fingers up unsuspecting arseholes. Especially not with these nails.” Bowy raked his nails, or more accurately claws down Archer’s stomach. He shuddered.
“Well then what were you doing?”
Bowy sighed, sitting back on his heels. “I wasn’t expecting to give an impromptu anatomy lesson today, but I suppose you wouldn’t be particularly knowledgeable about the prostate.”
Prostate? What the hell was he talking about? He knew about the prostate, it was inside him. A place where Bowy wouldn’t be anytime soon.
“How are gonna get to my g-spot without putting your fingers in my bum?” Archer pressed.
“Do you trust me to show you? No fingers going inside anyone, okay?” Bowy asked, suddenly looking at him seriously.
Archer nodded, spreading his legs for Bowy. “Yeah… I trust you.” He breathed.
Bowy kissed the tip of his cock. He worked Archer’s shaft with one hand while the other started working back again. Archer felt his fingers pressing down, searching behind his balls for this apparent access point to the prostate. Once Bowy swallowed his cock again, he really started to relax. But then Bowy’s roaming hand started fondling his balls instead. He was about to protest when Bowy’s skilled tongue dipped into his slit, which promptly shut him up.
Bowy worked with just as much skill and finesse as ever, but there was still no sign of his plan to give Archer the orgasm of a lifetime, not that he would complain about any kind of orgasm right now. He was close. But Bowy was keeping him back from that ledge.
“Damn it! Quit teasing me!” Archer complained, his voice coming out pathetic and whiny.
Bowy chuckled, his lips still wrapped around Archer’s dick. The laughter vibrated in his throat only served to make Archer whine even louder.
Finally, Archer felt Bowy’s fingers back on him, rubbing the skin between his hole and his scrotum. Then it happened, Bowy pressed down hard and Archer saw stars.
“Oh—OH fuck!” He gasped. Bowy swallowed around his pulsing cock as he continued to rub his prostate. He didn’t stop until Archer let out a pained groan, pulling him off by the hair.
“Well?” Bowy asked, wiping a stray bead of come from the corner of his mouth.
“I get it now.” Archer panted.
Bowy laughed, scooting up to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. “It’s pretty good innit?”
“Although, I must say, it’s all the more mind-blowing inside.” He added.
Archer scoffed, looking up at the ceiling. “Now you’re getting your hopes up.” He hoped Bowy couldn’t see his flushed cheeks.
“Worth a try.” Bowy conceded, “Maybe your dick is just special.”
Archer wrapped his arm around Bowy who gladly tucked in at his side.
“I can already tell that I’m going to be sore as all hell. I need to quit thinking with my dick.”
“I could’ve told you that, in fact… I’m pretty sure I did.”
“Well, I stand by calling your prick a weapon.”
“I guess you could say I’ve got a weapon of ass destruction!”
Bowy sighed against Archer’s chest. “How long were you waiting to tell that joke?”
There was a beat of silence, then Archer admitted, “The whole time…”