Discworld, Vimes/Vetinari, pull the string
Vimes cursed the Unseen University under his breath. This was slightly harder than usual, given that he was running a bit short on breath due to his current activities.
Beneath him Vetinari was giving Vimes a bemused look that quietly said, Hex or no Hex, this was bound to happen.
Vimes was too out of breath to swear and the wall was too far away to punch, so he settled for punching the pillow beneath Vetinari’s head.
The Patrician’s look of bemusement grew broad enough to almost qualify as a smile. Holding Vimes’ angry gaze, the most powerful man in Ankh-Morpork turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss against the wrist of the man who almost punched his face in.
Vimes laughed, a short bark that said, You can’t help pushing, can you?
Vetinari just smiled.
I can push too, thought Vimes as he began thrusting with renewed vigor*.
A soft sigh and sticky warmth on his stomach were all that signaled the Patrician’s climax. Vimes’ orgasm followed shortly after, although his was accompanied by several loud grunts, a moan and a graceless collapse onto the body beneath him.
Lying in the not-quite embrace of the most infuriating man he’s ever met, Vimes silently vows to never ever pull the string again, no matter how adorable the ducky is.