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fan_flashworks2025-06-25 11:09 pm
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Amnesty / Swallow | Original Fiction: A Question Older Than Time
Prompt: 394. Swallow
Word count: 322
Rating: M
Summary: Markus isn't a fan of doing it, but Hayden deserved it.
Warnings: sexual content, implied past SA
“You don’t have to do it,” Hayden said.
“I know,” Markus adjusted his position. Kneeling was far from his favourite position, even in front of Hayden. “I want to.”
“Okay, alright.”
Markus couldn’t avoid thinking Hayden was way too careful sometimes. Always asking, always checking, because he knew too much about Markus’ life. The story of too many scars, of too many nightmares, he knew exactly the kind of ghosts hunted Markus.
Being cared for by his mother-not-mother was still weird enough, after decades. A boyfriend-not-boyfriend was almost overwhelming.
All Hayden was doing was making sure it was all safe, sane and consensual. It was nothing but a fucking blowjob, nothing special in a relationship like theirs. Hayden was so non-consequential about it, casually doing things like asking if he could suck Markus off when before they went to work.
Hayden had asked when Markus was showing off he knew exactly how the boy liked his nipples to be played with. You’re rock hard, stop asking, part of him thought, you don’t want me to stop. The rest of him knew better.
Markus undid the belt, eyes fixated on the bulge. He popped the button. He took his time revealing Hayden like he was a precious present. It might not be the first time he saw his man, but it was a new experience nonetheless
The white boxers did nothing to hide the outline of Hayden’s cock, or the spot damp with precome. Markus traced it with his index finger.
“Do you want me to spit of swallow?”I’m already wasting it on your mouth, fucking swallow every drop.
“I won’t complain either way. I’ll warn you when I’m close.”
“As if I can’t smell it.”
“Baby.”
“Fine.”
In his fully naked and aroused glory, Hayden was a god to be worshipped. And Markus was nothing but a devoted man.
Word count: 322
Rating: M
Summary: Markus isn't a fan of doing it, but Hayden deserved it.
Warnings: sexual content, implied past SA
“You don’t have to do it,” Hayden said.
“I know,” Markus adjusted his position. Kneeling was far from his favourite position, even in front of Hayden. “I want to.”
“Okay, alright.”
Markus couldn’t avoid thinking Hayden was way too careful sometimes. Always asking, always checking, because he knew too much about Markus’ life. The story of too many scars, of too many nightmares, he knew exactly the kind of ghosts hunted Markus.
Being cared for by his mother-not-mother was still weird enough, after decades. A boyfriend-not-boyfriend was almost overwhelming.
All Hayden was doing was making sure it was all safe, sane and consensual. It was nothing but a fucking blowjob, nothing special in a relationship like theirs. Hayden was so non-consequential about it, casually doing things like asking if he could suck Markus off when before they went to work.
Hayden had asked when Markus was showing off he knew exactly how the boy liked his nipples to be played with. You’re rock hard, stop asking, part of him thought, you don’t want me to stop. The rest of him knew better.
Markus undid the belt, eyes fixated on the bulge. He popped the button. He took his time revealing Hayden like he was a precious present. It might not be the first time he saw his man, but it was a new experience nonetheless
The white boxers did nothing to hide the outline of Hayden’s cock, or the spot damp with precome. Markus traced it with his index finger.
“Do you want me to spit of swallow?”
“I won’t complain either way. I’ll warn you when I’m close.”
“As if I can’t smell it.”
“Baby.”
“Fine.”
In his fully naked and aroused glory, Hayden was a god to be worshipped. And Markus was nothing but a devoted man.
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