Ezra (in_too_deep) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-06-03 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, archer, archer x ezra, ezra |
Who: Ezra and Archer
When: approx 3-4 years ago, summer, late evening
Where: their house in Black Cove
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
For the millionth time, Archer picked up his phone to check the time. It had only been a couple of minutes since the last time he’d looked, but it had felt like yet another eternity. He tried to focus on the video game he was playing, the sounds of gunfire and war as he ran his avatar up to higher ground to start sniping off the enemy, but every other thought was about Ezra, so it was difficult. When he got hit with yet another headshot for the night, Archer roughly tossed the controller down on the coffee table and sighed. He scrubbed his hands over his face and stood up to go to the kitchen to refresh his drink.
He carried his phone with him, of course, looking at the screen again. There were still no texts, no notifications, no word from his boyfriend who should’ve been home several hours ago now. Archer refused to text him first, even though he’d composed quite a few messages -- some casual, some angry -- and then deleted them. The longer time marched on, the more coldly angry he got. Archer pulled the whiskey down from the cabinet and splashed some over the ice in his glass, filling it up most of the way before he added a bit of Coke. Why shouldn’t he get drunk? Ezra abandoned him. He deserved some stress relief.
When Ezra agreed to drinks after work, it was supposed to be a quick thing, one drink and then he’d be home in time for dinner. He didn’t want to make a big deal of it, so he didn’t text, a mistake he realized later when his phone abruptly died. Work ran later than usual and they didn’t even get to the bar until almost seven. And then one drink turned to two. By the time he got in the car to head home, it was well past eight and the happy buzz he’d had at the bar was starting to fade. Hopefully Archer had gone ahead and had dinner without him, otherwise they should just order take out and make it easy.
“Arch?” Ezra called out as he walked in the house, dropped his keys in the dish by the door and slid off his shoes. The house was so much nicer than the one bedroom apartment he’d been living in before, even if they didn’t quite have enough furniture to fill it all. They’d get a dining room set eventually, but until then it wasn’t like they were entertaining. Seeing the game paused in the living room, he turned towards the kitchen. “Have you eaten already?”
With the game paused, Archer heard the key in the door immediately. A weird surge of electricity went through him and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. The human equivalent of hackles, he supposed. Ezra was back, which meant he hadn’t been injured in a car crash or attacked by wild dogs or anything else that might excuse how long it took him to get home. Archer turned toward the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, irrationally irritated by the question about dinner. He lifted the glass in his hand when Ezra caught sight of him and nodded. “Doing it right now,” he said, his tone mild. Several drinks counted as dinner, right? Archer thought so, on nights like these. “Where’ve you been?”
Ezra’s brows drew together and his stomach dropped, the tone of Archer’s voice already setting off alarms. He really hoped he’d had more than just whatever was in that glass. “Just drinks after work,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. This wasn’t a big deal and he didn’t want to sound defensive when he had nothing to hide. “Just Hank and the team. I meant to text, but my phone died.” Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Ezra held it up as proof. Maybe he should have used someone else’s phone, but the one time he’d done that there’d been such a fight over it that he thought it was better to just wait it out. Now that seemed like the wrong answer.
Just drinks after work. Archer’s eyes ticked to the digital clock on the stove before they slid back to Ezra. He knew what time Ezra usually got done with work -- he knew everything about his regular schedule, really -- and it seemed like a long time between then and now. Too long for just a drink with Hank and the team. His lips got a bit more pursed as Ezra brandished his phone, the tiny muscles under his eyes tightening. “You don’t have a car charger? You couldn’t call me from work?” he posed, the words getting more flat as he went on. “You didn’t think I would worry that you’re hours late?” Archer knew he wasn’t a flawless boyfriend, but sometimes the lack of consideration was just unbelievable.
“I’m sorry,” Ezra sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I didn’t know my phone was gonna die when I left the office. And I didn’t realize how late it had gotten till I got in the car. I guess I could’ve charged my phone and texted then, but instead I just came home.” It wasn't like he’d been more than five minutes away, but now he wished he’d taken the time to text. It might not have helped all that much, but it would’ve been one less thing on Archer’s list. “I didn’t mean to make you worry,” he said, trying to soothe things over. “You want to order pizza or something? Or I can make us something?” He didn’t know what they had in the pantry, but maybe dinner would help.
There were only so many bars in this town, and Archer had been in all of them, and he knew they had clocks. Other people had phones. It was impossible to be unaware of the time nowadays unless you were trying not to know. All the things Ezra hadn’t done made Archer feel that he hadn’t been thinking of him at all, through the whole night, and that feeling always got under his skin faster than anything else. He wasn’t impressed by the peace offering of food, even as he had the thought that Ezra wasn’t being sorry enough to make up for it all. “Do what you want, I’m not hungry,” he said shortly. Drink still in hand, Archer straightened up and moved to walk out of the kitchen, brushing past Ezra without looking at him. “Hope you had fun.”
“Don’t,” Ezra said, turning to follow Archer as he passed him. “It wasn’t on purpose. I just lost track of time.” He should have known better. He shouldn’t have gone at all. He didn’t even like those guys all that much, but he knew it was important to be part of the team. Saying he couldn’t join them because he needed to get home to his boyfriend sounded like such a lame excuse, but he’d rather deal with a bit of riling at work than upset Archer. “Come on,” he said softly, his hands brushing over Archer’s shoulders. “Don’t be mad.” It was probably the wrong thing to say, but Ezra didn’t know how to make things better. He’d screwed up and he’d admitted it, but that didn’t seem to be enough.
Being touched when he was mad always felt so weird, like it made his skin crawl but he loved it at the same time. Archer had never been good at parsing out that feeling, so he never really tried. His shoulders tensed a bit but he didn’t turn around, just kept heading for the couch and ignoring Ezra’s attempts to placate him. “So who all was there? Must've been an engaging crowd,” he said with forced lightness, though there was nothing casual about the comment. He was mad, and Ezra knew it was just this kind of thing that made him mad, they’d been down this road before. Their relationship had been so long-running, even off and on, he felt like Ezra should know exactly what pissed him off and why. But those things still happened enough to be maddening.
Ezra sighed, his frustration starting to grow, and he hesitated a moment before answering. He knew Archer didn’t really care and the more he talked about it, the worse it was likely to get. But at the same time, ignoring him would probably blow up in his face. It was a no win situation. “Hank,” he said first, since he’d already mentioned him. “Michael, Corbin, Chris, and Natalie.” He said them all at equal pacing, hoping that none of them would draw Archer’s attention, but knew which one he’d zero in on. He could have left Nat off, but if word got back to Archer that she’d been there, then he’d see it as a lie. They were just friends, they’d never be anything more than friends, but Ezra still knew she was the one that Archer would focus on. The rest of the guys were too straight to bother with.
Archer knew all of them, of course -- he made Ezra’s business his own business, even with work, and tended to ask a lot of questions about his co-workers -- but Natalie stuck out the most. Of course. The hot girl at the office. Maybe he would’ve cared less if Ezra was gay like he was, but no, he had to be a greedy bisexual and be into women too. “Of course,” he muttered with a bitter little chuckle as he took a sip of his drink. No wonder Ezra had lost track of time. Archer was willing to bet that Natalie had worn something low cut too. He didn’t really think Ezra would ever cheat on him, and he would pay dearly for it if he did, but the thought of his boyfriend losing track of hours because he was captivated by cleavage over drinks just made his stomach twist into knots. He was willing to bet Natalie was a flirt too. Archer knew how hot his man was. He sat down on the couch and picked up his game controller. “That explains why you didn’t call.” Ezra knew Archer would’ve disapproved of him going out with all of those people and talked him out of it.
Archer wasn’t completely wrong--Ezra knew he would’ve talked him out of going. But he also knew occasionally socializing with the people he worked with was necessary and he couldn’t always decline the invitation. It wasn’t like they went out daily or even weekly, which would’ve been too much, even for him. “You’re reading too much into it,” Ezra said, following him to the couch and taking a seat beside him. He didn’t know exactly what was going through Archer’s head, but he could imagine from the tone of his voice. “I just lost track of time. It was stupid on my part. I shouldn’t have even gone.” He didn’t even like them all that much. It just felt like an obligation and next time he’d be able to pass without them saying he never went. Ezra reached out and ran his hand over Archer’s shoulder, doing his best to diffuse the situation. “Come on. You know I’d rather be here with you.”
There was a part of Archer that knew he was overreacting. That voice was always there in the back of his mind, it was just quiet and he couldn’t always set his emotions aside to listen to it. He’d always ended up getting what he wanted without having to do that anyway, so why bother? “Oh, do I?” he asked with a short, unamused laugh. Archer looked over at Ezra with a cocked eyebrow. Okay, so maybe he didn’t go out with his coworkers a lot, and spent most of his evenings with Archer, even when they weren’t doing anything special. At least he wasn’t arguing, he was apologizing and calling it stupid, which it had been. Archer sighed and looked away, his expression softening a touch. “You know it just makes me crazy to not know where you are,” he muttered. Archer took another sip from his drink, thinking Ezra was lucky he’d had some time to blow off some steam through the game, even if he’d been sucking at it.
“I know,” Ezra sighed, trying his best not to become frustrated, but the conversation was exhausting. He stared at Archer for a minute, then slowly began to relax when it seemed like Archer’s anger was starting to die down. It was a good thing too because he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take tonight. He was hungry and tired and not even sure going into the kitchen was a good idea because it would bring up the lack of dinner again. “I’ll call next time. Or maybe you can join us.” That seemed like an absolutely horrible idea, but he also thought that if Archer was there, he’d see there was nothing to worry about. Or the guys at work would just stop inviting him and that would be the end of it.
Archer let out a bark of a laugh and gave Ezra an incredulous look. As if he would ever want to hang out with Ezra’s coworkers. They all sounded like boring idiots whenever Ezra talked about them, and Archer had to deal with enough of those at his own job. “Just call,” he said. “And don’t let your phone die anymore. It’s 2018, come on.” He huffed a bit and shook his head like that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Archer knew he was pretty anal about keeping things charged, but who let their phone die, of all things? When there were chargers everywhere, including in vehicles. Even though Ezra was apologizing, it bothered him that he hadn’t thought ahead about it. He wouldn’t have left Ezra hanging like that.
Ezra glared back at Archer, annoyed that he’d blow off the suggestion, even if he wasn’t into it himself. It would’ve been a compromise, but he wouldn’t even consider it. “It’s not like I did it on purpose,” he said, impatience finally starting to bleed through. “You go out with your friends and I don’t hear anything for hours. Not when you’ll be home, if I should make dinner, or even wait up. Gimme a break.” It hadn’t mattered what Archer did with his spare time when they weren’t living together, but now that they were it stood out. Ezra didn’t even know where he was half the time, but he didn’t jump all over Archer when he got home. So long as he was there, and hadn’t been out cheating on him, Ezra tried not to let it bother him.
“Oh please,” Archer shot back, giving him an incredulous look. “Don’t exaggerate. That’s only happened once or twice.” Maybe it had been a few more times than that, but Archer wasn’t in the mood to let Ezra turn this back around on him. He’d been the one who fucked up tonight, that was the point. “We’re not talking about me right now, anyway. It’s something you know I’m sensitive to, and you didn’t think about me and that sucks, okay? You don’t get to make it about you.” He’d really been more pissed than hurt, but in Archer’s mind those were difficult to parse out. Most of his emotions were tangled up with anger in some form or fashion in the first place.
“I’m not making it about me,” Ezra snapped. “I’m saying it’s a double standard. It’s happened more than twice, but I don’t give you shit about it. You could maybe lay off a little when I’ve already apologized and said it was an accident.” The thing was, Ezra had thought plenty about Archer in the beginning, had known that going out at all would probably annoy him, but a couple drinks in he’d been preoccupied and had lost track of time. Archer didn’t get the privilege of being the only thing that ever occupied Ezra’s mind. “I don’t know what else you want me to say.”
“Nothing, Ezra,” Archer said shortly, his brows raised like that should be obvious. “I don’t want you to say anything else. Let’s just shut up and leave it alone, yeah?” They were drifting away from what Ezra had done wrong into him bitching about other stuff in the past, and it was getting on Archer’s nerves. He just wanted to drink and play his game and then eventually go to bed. If Ezra was going to be pissy instead of really trying to make it up to him, he wasn’t interested in indulging it. Archer turned his attention to the TV as he took another swallow from his glass and then set it down to start playing again. Ezra had gotten to do what he wanted with his evening, why shouldn’t Archer?
“Fine,” Ezra said, throwing up his hands as he walked off towards the kitchen. After all that he needed another drink himself. He wasn’t going to sit at Archer’s side and pander to him all night. He needed a chance to cool down himself and he could try again when he wasn’t so wound up. He probably should have just kept his mouth shut, but sometimes… sometimes he let Archer get to him. He always regretted it later, it was so much harder to make it up to him when they’d been fighting, but he’d managed thus far. Standing in the kitchen, he poured himself a drink and sipped it slowly, trying to ignore the way the guilt crept in. He’d been out of line. He’d meant to apologize, not make things worse, but Archer just had a way of getting under his skin.
He would come back, Archer knew that. He always came back. That was why they’d been dating off and on since high school, and now lived together. As rocky as things could be, they were meant for each other, and the good times were really good. At least Arch thought so. Right now he wanted to stew for a while though. He put some attention into the game he was playing, but more of it was focused behind him, listening to what Ezra was doing in the kitchen. He might not crack until Archer was going to bed, but he was prepared to wait him out until he did. When it came down to who was most stubborn, Archer almost always won.
Ezra occupied himself with all matter of household distractions, helping himself to a couple more drinks in the process. He had to do the dishes anyways, he told himself, and no one else was likely to do the laundry if he didn’t. Once everything was picked up, he’d calmed substantially, allowing the guilt to hit at full force. Even if he was right about what Archer had done in the past, it was him who’d screwed up tonight. It made it harder to stay angry, but he continued to avoid Archer as he got ready for bed. When it came down to it though, he couldn’t go to bed by himself. He couldn’t stay properly angry when he knew it was his fault. Ezra returned to the living room in his boxer briefs and sat down next to Archer. “Come to bed,” he said softly.
Archer zoned out and into his game after a while, the alcohol helping to numb everything out. He’d gotten a couple of refills himself while Ezra was busy doing chores, feeling a slightly smug satisfaction that he was cleaning on a Friday night, like a subconscious penance. By the time his boyfriend joined him again on the couch, Archer was pleasantly drunk and had half-forgotten they were fighting. That soft tone brought it back though, and Archer looked over at Ezra with a slightly cocked eyebrow as he exited the game, his thumbs moving on auto-pilot. He let his gaze drift down over Ezra’s state of mostly-undress and he felt a stirring in his lower belly. The make up sex was the best part of fighting. “You really want me to?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “Or you want me on the couch?”
“If anyone’s sleeping on the couch it should be me,” Ezra sighed. He knew that was the right answer, even if he didn’t like it. He’d been the one to fuck up this time, so he’d take whatever punishment Archer felt appropriate, but he wanted his boyfriend beside him. He wanted to make things right. “Come on,” he said, running his hand down Archer’s arm. “I’ll make it up to you.” He let his fingers linger at Archer’s hand, tracing little circles on the back of it. He knew he could turn this around if he let things get physical, that Archer couldn’t resist coming to bed with him if he got to fuck him. He hadn’t been feeling it an hour ago, but now that he was slightly drunk himself he was horny and pleasing his boyfriend mattered more than being right.
Those definitely were the right things to say, and Archer’s lips curled upward a bit. Maybe that made him predictable and easy to placate, but he liked hearing what he liked hearing, he couldn’t help it. He turned his hand over to lightly tangle his fingers with Ezra’s, stroking softly just to feel his skin. He was so gorgeous and he looked contrite, and Archer couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Archer twisted and leaned over to kiss the top of Ezra’s shoulder, and then the side of his neck. “You still smell good,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against Ezra’s ear. Archer gave the lobe a little nibble, then sat back again before he started to get up. “Bed it is, then.”
When Archer’s hand turned over in his, Ezra knew he’d made the right choice. His eyes closed as Archer kissed his shoulder and neck and a shiver ran through him as Archer’s teeth scraped over his ear. He wasn’t sure what he smelled like at this point, probably a touch of cologne, liquor, and sweat, but he was pleased Archer liked it. The attention made his cock swell and he was suddenly much more aware of his state of undress versus his boyfriend. Ezra rose from the couch and led the way back to the bedroom, keenly aware of Archer’s eyes on him and how badly he wanted him to keep on touching him. It was how he knew that things were okay between them, how even though Archer had been angry with him, he still loved him and wanted him.
It was impossible to miss the half-tent in Ezra’s underwear when he stood up, and Archer felt a pleasant answering throb in his groin. Coming together physically had always been a healing balm for them, a way to express the things he wasn’t good at saying with words. Ezra always understood. It was how they worked together. He followed Ezra back to the bedroom, clicking off the lights as he went. Once they’d slipped through the door, Archer reached out and squeezed one side of Ezra’s ass, moving in close behind him to slip an arm around his waist. He felt nicely warm and solid against the front of Archer’s body, and he went back to kissing his neck and shoulder. “Missed you,” Archer murmured as he slid one hand down Ezra’s stomach to pass it lightly over the front of his boxer briefs.
A smile tugged at Ezra’s lips when Archer squeezed his ass, confident now that things were good, that he’d been forgiven. He stopped a few feet from the bed when Archer wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned back into him, relishing the kisses Archer laid upon his skin. The hand brushing over his crotch was just a tease, but it still made his cock swell further, straining against the front of his boxer briefs. “Missed you too,” Ezra muttered as he reached back for Archer, his fingers brushing lightly across his face and neck. It wasn’t so much at the bar that he’d missed him, but in the hour or so after he’d gotten home, when he’d been too stubborn to beg for forgiveness. He hated it when Archer was mad at him and it made the time drag on, waiting for the moment when he could fix what he’d broken.
Archer didn’t quite think of it in those terms, but he wanted Ezra to be present and accessible to him as often as possible. They both still had to work, of course, but when there was mutual free time, he wanted Ezra within reach. Most of the time, anyway. Anytime he wasn’t around, Archer felt that need more keenly, and it made him grip his boyfriend harder when he came back, not just physically. Archer had him now though, and it was easy enough to let go of the anger he’d felt earlier. This was how they healed. He kept nuzzling and nipping at Ezra’s bare skin while he gently caressed his growing erection, then finally slipped his fingers under the elastic to really touch him. He liked the disparity of being fully dressed while Ezra wasn’t, there was some power dynamic there that appealed to him. Archer hummed low and appreciative next to his ear as he tease-stroked Ezra’s cock.
It had flustered Ezra when he was younger to be undressed when Archer wasn’t and he still got butterflies when it happened now, even though Archer had seen him hundreds of times. He’d gotten past the point of blushing or feeling like he needed to cover himself, but it still made him feel vulnerable, a feeling that he kind of enjoyed. He leaned back into his boyfriend and closed his eyes as Archer stroked him, just enough to get him nice and hard, but without the friction they both knew he craved. “I want you,” he whispered, even though that much was obvious. He knew that Arch wanted him too, otherwise he wouldn’t be indulging him; he just didn’t know how. With a nice buzz going on and as horny as he was, Ezra was up for anything, but it had always been Archer who guided him, who gave him what he needed even when he didn’t know to ask for it.
Obvious, maybe, but Archer still loved to hear it. Just like he loved feeling Ezra’s cock getting harder and harder against his hand, and the way he leaned back against him. He was focused on nothing but Archer now, and that was what he wanted. He needed to be needed, especially like this. Besides that, of course, Archer wanted Ezra back, his own dick hard and straining in the boxer briefs he wore under his soft jogging pants. He was sure Ezra could feel it against his ass, but Archer pushed into him a little more just to emphasize it. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud though, not at this particular moment. He wanted to make Ezra earn it first. “Yeah?” he murmured with a brief smirk, giving Ezra’s cock a firmer, teasing squeeze. “Show me how much.” Archer let go of him and slid his hands back to Ezra’s sides to urge him to turn around.
It was always exciting to feel his boyfriend’s arousal pressed up against him and Ezra bit his lip as he moaned softly, already wanting more. Archer’s request made his heart beat faster and he turned to face him, then hooked his thumbs in his underwear and pushed them down, over his hips. They fell to the floor, leaving him completely naked, his cock hard and red with arousal. Ezra’s fingers lightly brushed up the shaft and over the head, collecting the bit of precum that beaded there. He licked his fingers, then his lips, his body flushed with how wanton he felt. “Let me suck your cock,” he said softly, moving closer so he could brush a kiss across Archer’s lips. He gave a tug to Archer’s pants, but didn’t move too fast, not entirely sure if that was what Archer wanted. There were lots of ways to show how much he wanted him and Ezra didn’t always get it right.
Archer watched Ezra get completely bare and then touch himself with lazy arousal in his eyes, warmth pooling in his belly as his boyfriend licked his fingers. For being so uptight sometimes, he turned into such a horny little slut under the right circumstances. Archer fucking loved it. He also loved the way Ezra phrased his request, like sucking his cock would be a privilege, and that little kiss was a silent ‘please’ on the end of it. Before he answered, Archer dipped forward to kiss him more solidly, his hand moving to lightly brush fingers over Ezra’s straining erection. He loved knowing Ezra was that hard for him. Once Archer had thoroughly tasted him, he pulled back again, his hands moving to graze over Ezra’s slim hips. “Get on your knees then,” he said, his voice a bit gravelly with arousal.
Ezra moaned into the kiss and pressed his hips into Archer’s hand, a silent request for more. He knew he wouldn’t get it now, that Archer would make him wait, but that was something he loved about being with his boyfriend. It sometimes felt like Archer knew his body better than he did, that he knew just how far to take things to give him the best orgasm possible. The thrill he got from dropping to his knees made his heart race and his cock drip, but he ignored it in favor of pulling Archer’s joggers down to his knees. Pushing his shirt up and out of the way, Ezra leaned in and took the head of Archer’s cock into his mouth, making a soft humming sound as he sucked. He always loved sucking Archer off, but this position was probably his favorite, even when it bruised his knees.
Oh how Archer loved to see him kneel. Ezra was submissive by nature, even if they didn’t really put those terms on it. They both knew how the power balanced between them, and in the bedroom Archer definitely had the upper hand most of the time. He liked it that way, being in control, playing his boyfriend’s body like an instrument. They’d had a lot of practice together, and Archer was pretty sure no one else would ever fuck him the same way for the rest of his life. He absently tugged the front of his shirt up, slipped his head out of it, and tucked it behind his neck, not even bothering with taking it all the way off. He watched with parted lips as Ezra’s mouth engulfed him, and Archer let out a heavier breath, his fingers carding through the other man’s hair. He always looked so damn pretty with a cock in his mouth.
Though he’d dated other people, Ezra had never clicked with anyone like he did with Archer. They might get along fine, but when it came to sex something always felt like it was missing. That was never the case with Archer. He would fuck him into oblivion and Ezra would wonder why he’d ever left in the first place. The anticipation of what was to come fueled him and he took Archer deeper with every bob of his head. Ezra swallowed when he could feel Archer’s cock pressing against the back of his throat and he looked up at his boyfriend with wide, hungry eyes. He took him as deep as he could, sucking him until his eyes began to water, pushing himself to his limits to please Archer. He wasn’t ready to beg yet, but he knew he’d get there.
Archer had been with other people too, sometimes just to make Ezra jealous while they were broken up, but he’d never found someone who could satisfy him like Ezra could. He’d come close once or twice with encounters that pushed the boundaries of consent, but those people hadn’t been worth his time in a larger sense. Only Ezra was the full package, even if he drove Archer crazy sometimes. “Fuck,” he breathed as he got a grip in Ezra’s curls, toward the back of his head. The eagerness with which he deepthroated Archer’s cock was incredibly hot. Archer tilted his head a bit as he gazed down at the sight, enjoying watching the way Ezra’s own neglected cock bobbed with his movements. He had to be aching, and that just turned Archer on even more. Denial was one of his favorite tools to play with. “Yeah, take that shit deep ... you’re such a good little cocksucker ...” he whispered encouragingly, his hips rocking slightly to set the pace he wanted.
Ezra would never admit it, but the way Archer talked to him while they were fucking turned him on. He liked the dirty talk, even when it was often degrading and especially when it was mixed with praise. It encouraged him to give more of himself, to keep going when the pleasure began to mix with pain, because the reward was always worth it. He choked on Archer’s cock, but he didn’t stop, letting Archer fuck his mouth as his need for more began to burn. The need to touch himself climbed higher, so he found something else to do with his hands, sure that if they weren’t busy that he’d jerk himself off. One hand slid down to cup Archer’s balls and roll them in his hand, his fingers pressing to the taint behind them. The other stayed glued to Archer’s hip, tightening on his skin as his senses became overwhelmed with the scent and taste of his boyfriend.
Ezra didn’t have to admit it out loud, Archer knew what he liked. It was impossible to miss when he was pressed against his back, fucking Ezra from behind with his cock in his hand, whispering filthy nothings in his ear -- the way Ezra’s body reacted couldn’t be faked. At least not as consistently over the years they’d been fucking. Ezra loved being Archer’s plaything, and that turned him on more than anything else he’d ever had in his life. Archer’s eyes rolled shut for a moment when Ezra choked, and he shifted his legs a bit further apart to encourage that hand. Archer let out a low groan, falling into a rhythm in and out of Ezra’s mouth, every gag he felt sending a little shock of pleasure up his spine. His fingers got tighter in Ezra’s hair for a moment before he pulled back with a sound that was almost frustrated. It was too fucking good, and he didn’t want to come yet. “Up,” he commanded, giving his boyfriend’s curls a tug. Once Ezra was on his feet again, Archer let him go and quickly stripped his clothes all the way off. He was starting to get hot. He moved in close again and loosely wrapped his hand around Ezra’s cock to give it a few teasing strokes as he crashed their mouths together in a rough kiss. “You want some too, baby?” he murmured against his lips.
For a moment Ezra thought Archer was going to come in his mouth, leaving him desperate for something he couldn’t have. He enjoyed being denied on some level, the release always sweeter when he was forced to wait for it, but he wanted Archer to fuck him tonight and nothing could really compare to being pounded by his boyfriend. It didn’t stop him from sucking him down though, riding a sort of high from being used so thoroughly. He panted when Archer pulled back, his lips swollen and puffy, his eyes wet, and his cock so hard it hurt. Ezra climbed eagerly to his feet, his fingers threading through the hair on the back of Archer’s neck as they kissed. “Please,” he whimpered as his hips jerked into Archer’s teasing fingers. He knew how much Archer liked him to beg, but it came naturally at that point. Nothing felt better than being pushed to the point of desperation and it came so much easier when he’d been drinking and didn’t give a second thought to how wanton he sounded. “Please, Arch. I need you. I need your cock.”
God, that was the good shit, the kind of thing that Archer had found over and over that he couldn’t live without. Sure, there were probably other pretty, submissive, gay men in the world, but they weren’t his Ezra. Archer groaned low again, running both hands all over Ezra’s body, thighs to shoulders and back. He pulled their bodies together and started to shuffle them closer to the bed as he delved his tongue into his man’s mouth again. He was so fucking hot when he begged, it always drove Archer crazy. Especially when he’d been drinking too, and he’d done a lot of that tonight. Once they were close enough, he pushed Ezra onto the mattress and crawled up right after him, positioning himself between Ezra’s legs and reaching for the lube on the bedside table with one hand. He planted the other against Ezra’s chest to hold him down for a moment -- Archer knew he probably didn’t want to go anywhere, but it still felt good to do. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream,” he murmured intensely down at his boy. He dropped the bottle of lube onto Ezra’s stomach, rocking his hips to rub their straining erections together. “Get my cock wet.”
Ezra wasn’t going anywhere, but he liked being pinned down. The more control Archer took from him, the less he had to think, and there was something sublime about giving up the responsibility to make decisions. He knew most people weren’t like that, that they wanted their share of control, but this worked for them. They had a balance that he’d never been able to find anywhere else. When Archer dropped the lube on his chest, he took a shuddering breath and hurriedly poured some into his hand so he could coat his man up. “You promise?” he asked, lips turning up just slightly at the cheekiness of his response. He had no doubts that Archer would be good to his word, but occasionally it was fun to goad Archer a little. It assured him that he would most definitely be screaming before he came. He shivered as he stroked the lube onto Archer’s cock, his own right there with it, still ignored. The urge to take them both in his hand was so strong, but he fought it off, biting his bottom lip in anticipation of what was to come.
Archer stared at his face while Ezra did as he was told, scraping his teeth over his kiss-swollen bottom lip. A tiny smirk crossed his face at the question -- he took that as a challenge, and he loved it, honestly. He knew his man’s body well enough that he knew he could make good on it. The sensation of a slick hand on his cock drew a low groan out of him, and Archer dipped in to give him another hungry, nibbly kiss. Were they still nibbles if they hurt? Archer had never been sure. But whatever, he knew Ezra liked a little pain mixed in with his pleasure. Once his cock felt good and slick, he shifted his position a bit, guiding himself into place between Ezra’s legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock against that warmest part of him for a moment, making sure the lube got everywhere it needed to go. “You want this cock in your ass, baby?” he breathed, his mouth still hovering close to Ezra’s. It was difficult not to just thrust himself home, but he never minded teasing himself as long as he was teasing Ezra too.
Though Ezra was loathe to admit it, he liked when Archer got just a touch carried away. In the moment he liked the mixture of pain and pleasure, and afterwards he liked the way his swollen lips reminded him of the great sex they’d had. Archer never actually hurt him; he just marked him, sometimes with his teeth, sometimes with the smallest bruises from holding on a bit too tight. Ezra would never have tattooed Archer’s name on himself, that was tacky, but a mark he made himself was even better. He groaned against Archer’s lips and grabbed behind his knees to open himself up, shamelessly rubbing his hole against Archer’s cock as best he could. He wasn’t sure if this was the position Archer wanted him in, but it was where he was now and he’d take it the fastest way possible. “Please, Arch,” he panted. “I need your cock in my ass. Please. Fuck me.”
The truth was that Archer liked marking Ezra, even when it faded quickly. He tried to make sure it would, so Ezra wouldn’t bitch about it. Sometimes when they were fucking, he felt the urge inside of himself to really bite him, hurt him, draw blood ... but Archer kept that on a tight leash. It wasn’t even so much for Ezra’s sake, but losing that much control was a vulnerability that Archer didn’t want to explore. Not with anyone he cared about, at least. The way Ezra spread further for him and begged was absolutely perfect, and a sweet throb ran through Archer’s cock. God, he looked so fucking good when he was being a needy whore like that, it never failed to drive Archer crazy. “Fuck,” he exhaled, then pushed his hips forward. It wasn’t too quick, but there was little patience in it either. Archer groaned deep in his throat as he slid fully into Ezra’s ass, muffling it into another hungry kiss.
They fucked often enough that Ezra rarely needed to take it slow, but without any real prep that first thrust made him gasp and instinctively tighten. Archer’s cock filled and stretched him, forcing him to adjust as quickly as possible, and Ezra moaned against Archer’s lips as he relaxed and gave into it. He’d be sore later, he knew that before they’d even gotten started, but that was part of what he craved, pleasure and pain that radiated throughout his body and lasted long after Archer had stopped fucking him. The ache would turn him on later and he’d eventually be horny enough to start it all over again. As soon as he felt he could take more, Ezra rocked his hips up just enough to encourage Archer to move, to give him more. He wasn’t feeling all that patient himself and let Archer know by kissing him back just as intensely, nipping his bottom lip in the process.
That sharp intake of breath was music to Archer’s ears. Any noise he inspired made him happy, but the ones that straddled the pleasure-pain line were the most delicious. He wasn’t terribly introspective by nature, but he was fairly certain he was some flavor of sadist, he just didn’t indulge it to the depth it ran inside of him. Archer waited until he felt Ezra give him the signal he was ready for more -- it wasn’t anything they’d worked out on purpose, just an unspoken thing born out of tons of sex throughout the years. With a low growl in his throat, Archer nipped Ezra back and started to thrust. He ramped up his speed quickly, not giving Ezra long to adjust to it. He was always tighter that way, and fuck did it feel good. Archer planted his elbows into the bed, his body staying in close to Ezra’s while he fucked him. He was needing more air, so he broke the kiss off, but pushed their foreheads together so he could still feel Ezra’s breath. Every stroke brought another wave of pleasure up Archer’s spine, and before too long he was pounding into his boyfriend.
As Archer began to pump into him, Ezra’s hands tightened their hold on his legs, short nails biting into his skin. There were times that he had a more participatory role, where he might hold onto Archer or thrust back against him, but in times like these he often found that all he could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. It felt so fucking good, every thrust of Archer’s cock radiating pleasure all the way down to his toes, but it was also so intense that he sometimes felt like he was being split in two. Ezra’s back arched, pressing upward, but there was nowhere to go with the way Archer had him pinned down. He panted hard, whining softly with each thrust, but left his forehead pressed against Archer’s until it became too much. His head fell back, exposing his neck as he began to cry out, wordless but needy. The angle that Archer fucked him rubbed against that spot inside that drove him wild, making white lights dance before his eyes. The harder he pounded into him, the more Ezra thought he would come at any second, but he knew better. As good as it felt, he couldn’t come until Archer was ready for him to, even if it felt like he’d go insane waiting.
Even if Ezra couldn’t go far, Archer very much enjoyed feeling him arch and push against his chest. It made him feel strong and sexy to hold him down with his body. It was hot to do it with his hands too, but Archer wanted to stay in the same position for now, and his hands were occupied. As were Ezra’s, holding his legs up and open so Archer could fuck him mercilessly. He was already pushing against his boundaries a bit when it came to pleasure overload, so Archer forced himself to slow down after a few minutes. He groaned as he rocked against Ezra, plunging his cock in and out of him slower but just as deep. “Fuuuck, that ass feels so good,” he moaned, his lips brushing Ezra’s. He let his stomach rub a bit against Ezra’s poor neglected cock as he moved, and was pretty sure he could feel where some precum had leaked out of him. “You like giving that tight little hole up to me whenever I want it, hm?” Archer shifted his weight to one arm so he could pull the other hand up, caressing Ezra’s cheek before he gave it a little smack.
Ezra whined as Archer slowed the pace, but it was with relief as much as frustration. He desperately wanted to come, but not that soon, no matter how good it would feel. It was always better when drawn out and he knew neither of them were ready, regardless of what his body wanted. He panted, trying to catch his breath, but Archer’s slow, deep fucking continued to stimulate him in a way that made that impossible. He moaned against Archer’s lips at the praise, clenching his hole in an effort to make it feel even better, then relaxing again as Archer thrust in. The answer to his question was yes, most definitely yes, and in his current state he didn’t mind admitting it. Nothing was hotter than Archer bending him over the arm of the couch, or the kitchen table, and just taking him because he could. Because Ezra let him. “Yes,” he gasped, eyes opening as Archer’s hand made contact with his cheek. It wasn’t that hard, just a little sting, and his body trembled in anticipation of what might come next.
Everyone thought Ezra was such a sweet guy -- and he was, in general, almost to the point it annoyed Archer sometimes -- but they didn’t get to see him like this. Times like this were purely Archer’s, and he fucking loved it. Nobody else would fuck sweet Ezra like this, like he was a delicious dirty object to be used. It made Archer feel hotly possessive of him, which made his cock strain even harder inside of his boy. He curled his thumb around the bottom of Ezra’s jaw so he was holding his face for a moment, staring intently down into his eyes. He looked so gorgeous, flushed and disheveled and needy. It made Archer want to hurt him a little, though he didn’t really know why. With a breathy grunt, he started fucking Ezra with a bit more force. Archer’s hand moved to curl around the front of his throat. He didn’t put a lot of pressure behind it, but enough to feel Ezra’s pulse and his breath against his fingers. “You’re mine,” Archer whispered, his hips picking up their pace again.
While Ezra didn’t think Archer would ever purposefully hurt him, sometimes he came close enough that his adrenaline spiked, adding just a touch of fear to the mix. He was never sure if he liked it or not—it heightened the experience, sometimes pushing him into a euphoria that topped all other experiences, but he also thought he might panic if Archer ever crossed the line. Ezra’s eyes widened as Archer’s hand moved to his throat, the pressure just enough for him to know what Archer was capable of if he really wanted. “Yours,” Ezra gasped in agreement. No one else could ever make him feel like this, no one had ever even come close. He couldn’t bring himself to ask for it, but Archer knew his body in a way that no one else did. He seemed to know what Ezra could take better than Ezra himself, something that was both amazing and terrifying. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, I need… I need to come. Please, Arch.”
Archer knew he was capable of quite a bit of damage. He wasn’t a gym rat by any means, but he kept in good enough shape and he was fairly strong. In spite of his occasional impulses, he didn’t really want to hurt Ezra ... but by God he enjoyed the way his eyes widened sometimes. Like there was honest fear there. It never failed to give Archer a jolt of some savage pleasure that ran very deep inside of him. Ezra just made it better by begging him for release. Archer briefly considered making him wait, or not letting him come at all and just getting off himself. Maybe that would remind him later to keep his fucking phone charged. But he decided quick enough that he wanted to watch Ezra squirm and whine with pleasure more than he wanted to punish him. He stole one more open-mouthed kiss from him, then stopped thrusting and let go of Ezra’s throat to push himself upright, sitting back on his heels so he could reach Ezra’s cock. “You need to come, huh,” he murmured, a little smirk crossing his lips. Archer picked up the lube and drizzled some down on Ezra’s flushed length before rubbing his palm against the underside to spread it around for a moment. He rocked his hips slowly as he loosely wrapped his hand around him, not stroking yet. “I need to fill you up with my cum ... beg for that and maybe you’ll get to ...” Archer teased the swollen head with his fingertips, hungrily gazing down at Ezra’s face.
Ezra whined in frustration when Archer stopped, needing that friction to continue more than he needed air to breathe. Archer was fucking him far too slowly to get him there and he knew it, making it some of the sweetest torture he’d ever endured. “Fuck,” he groaned softly as Archer coated his cock with lube and began to tease him. It wasn’t nearly enough, but he knew that was the point. He looked up at Archer, fascinated by the control he had, how strong and commanding he could be at moments like these. He never failed to get what he wanted out of Ezra, in large part because Ezra wanted to be dominated by him. It gave him permission to be the dirty little slut that Archer loved. “Fuck my ass,” he begged, shifting needily beneath Archer. “Hard. Hard and fast. Make me scream. Fill me with your cum. I wanna be wet with it. I want it to drip out of my hole. Come inside me, please.” The more desperate he was, the easier it was to give in to his most carnal urges, to beg and scream and give Archer whatever the fuck he wanted because he loved being used by him. He was his fuck toy and he wanted to be played with hard.
In spite of his ego, Archer knew that this dynamic only worked because Ezra wanted it just as much as he did. Even though they didn’t really put their relationship in technical BDSM terms, he’d done a lot of reading and the main point most people wanted to drive home was that the sub wielded all the power. Archer didn’t think that always applied, especially in moments like these when he had Ezra’s throbbing cock in his hand and his man was begging to be fucked. He sure felt like he was the powerful one. Archer had strong willpower, but he wasn’t made of stone, and hearing all that filthy desperation drove him wild. His jaw set and his hand tightened around Ezra’s cock. Those slow, lazy thrusts began to ramp up in speed, and within a minute or so Archer was giving it to him hard again. He didn’t stroke his needy cock at first, just holding onto while he fucked him faster and faster, loving the way it swelled a bit further in his grip. God, this was going to be explosive on both ends. Archer rapidly hit the point where he felt like he was going to blow, and he started jerking Ezra off hard at the same time. “Come for me, little fucking cumslut,” he growled between heavy breaths.
There was only one time that Archer could call him derogatory names like that and not receive pushback and that was when Ezra was literally crying out to be fucked. In that moment, he craved it, even took it as praise, the icing on the cake as he finally reached the point of climax. He came loudly, spilling onto his stomach and chest as Archer continued to pound into him, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy throughout his body. He would ride the high until Archer was done with him, enjoying the way his overstimulated body seemed to radiate with pleasure. He always hated for it to end, even when he knew his body needed it. Ezra’s body quivered, pushed to its limits, but he held on regardless of the impending exhaustion he was about to face, soaking in every last drop of the experience. He would have never gotten into a fight with Archer on purpose, but fuck, the make-up sex was fantastic.
The way Ezra’s ass tightened around Archer’s cock made his eyes flutter shut for a couple of heartbeats as he kept thrusting away through Ezra’s orgasm. Fuck, that was so good. The grip was almost too tight to let him come while he aimed Ezra’s spray onto his body, forcing his eyes open again to watch the way it splashed against his skin. It made Archer almost want to pull out and come on his chest too, just to cover him in their fluids and tell him what a filthy whore he was. Archer wanted to fill him up more though, like he’d gotten Ezra to beg for. Grunting and panting hard as his body worked over Ezra’s, Archer let go of his cock so he could brace himself better, both hands gripping Ezra’s hips to hold him up a bit as he fucked him hard and deep, unmindful of any possible discomfort. “Aw, fuck fuck fuck!” he hissed as he hit the point of no return. Archer growled through his teeth as he pumped shakily, his cock throbbing hard inside of Ezra as he came. For a few moments, pleasure blotted out everything else, and Archer drank it in as he slowed down, his spine shuddering.
Ezra whined as Archer plowed into him, the slight pain a sweet mix with his euphoria. He’d be feeling Archer’s cock in his ass all day tomorrow, every time he moved, a constant reminder of what a filthy little whore he could be. They might not have sex tomorrow because of it, but they could go a day without. If Archer was insistent, he could fuck his mouth. Ezra always thought he could feel it when Archer came inside of him, and he groaned at the feeling, relaxing as Archer finally slowed. Only now could he tell how sore he was, his arms and legs stiff from holding that position the whole time. He waited, needing Archer to move so he could stretch out, exhaustion beginning to hit as he came down from the high. He wanted to kiss and cuddle now, to pass out even if he was filthy and might regret it in the morning. It made him feel lazy, but he couldn’t help it. He was completely spent.
It was always so good and never lasted long enough. Archer was sometimes jealous of women, who got to climax multiple times in a row. He wished he could just keep fucking Ezra until they both couldn’t move anymore, but alas, it was not to be. Maybe he could wake him up for more in the morning. Archer kept his cock pushed in deep as the last little aftershocks ran their course and he started to go soft, then pulled out and moved to the side so Ezra could relax his legs. With a soft groan he collapsed onto the bed next to him, doing his own languid stretch before settling on his back. He would need to wash up before he fell asleep, but that seemed dim and unimportant at the moment. Archer’s body was humming happily and he just wanted to bask in the afterglow for a while.
Ezra groaned as Archer pulled out of him, then cringed as he slowly stretched his legs out. He felt stiff and achey, and the thought of moving just exhausted him at the moment. As the warm afterglow began to dissipate, a chill ran over him and he reached for the sheet, tugging it up his thighs, but no further. He was a mess beyond that, so instead he leaned against Archer, trying to leech some of his warmth. He was always needy afterwards, probably more than Archer liked, but he couldn’t seem to help it. Ezra kissed Archer’s shoulder and closed his eyes for a moment, resting there as his heartbeat calmed and his breathing slowed. He’d get moving in a minute.
Archer wasn’t the most affectionate person, and it was true that sometimes he just wanted to roll over and go to sleep after they were done fucking ... but every relationship required maintenance. And sometimes it was nice to cuddle up and be warm and comfortable. He let Ezra rest where he was for a second, then shifted his position, slipping his arm under Ezra’s head to pull him in a little closer. He let his fingers trail against the smooth skin of his back while their bodies settled down. Archer wasn’t mad at him anymore, just tired and content now. It was amazing what a good fuck could do for one’s mood. “I forgive you,” he murmured, a tiny smile crossing his face. “Do you forgive me?” Not that he thought he’d done anything wrong, but it was always best to settle things before they went to bed.
Even if it didn’t come naturally to Archer, Ezra appreciated the effort and he curled up happily against him, careful not to spread the mess on his chest onto his boyfriend. Archer’s fingers on his back were soothing and he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift until Archer spoke. “Of course,” he said softly, then kissed Archer’s chest for emphasis. He’d forgiven him before they’d had sex, but it was nice to hear Archer say it, even if was just so he’d say it back. He’d always believed it was better to make up before bed. The last thing they needed was to drag the fight into the next day. “I should probably clean up,” he said, then slowly rolled to the side of the bed in an effort not to get the sheets dirty. “Keep the bed warm for me?”
‘Never go to bed angry’ wasn’t always easy advice to follow for someone who had some serious anger issues, but Archer tried to apply it to his relationship as much as he could. Or at least tried to make sure Ezra wasn’t angry with him before bed. Archer had gone to sleep still feeling bitter and pissy plenty of times. It was even easier to give someone the silent treatment when you were asleep. He uncurled his arm so Ezra could pull away, and watched him get up with some admiration in his sleepy eyes. Maybe he drove Archer crazy sometimes, but he was definitely hot. “Mmhmm,” he hummed in response with a tiny smile. Archer would need to wash too before he went to sleep, but he was fine with being lazy and dozing for a bit while Ezra used the bathroom first.
Ezra didn’t really want to leave the bed, but he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t. He smiled to himself as he padded to the bathroom, aware of Archer’s eyes on him the whole way there. Archer didn’t compliment him often, but he didn’t have to when he looked at him like that. Knowing that he wanted him even after they’d just fucked, when the cum was still fresh and sticky between his thighs, was always a rush. He hurried in the bathroom, eager to climb back into bed, and returned with a damp washcloth for Archer, just in case he’d rather not leave the bed himself. He handed it over, then settled back in beside him, leaning in for a kiss first. “Love you,” he muttered softly as he closed his eyes. Loving Archer wasn’t always easy, but they worked well together and he couldn’t imagine that ever changing.
Archer snoozed lightly while Ezra was gone, soothed by all the comfortably domestic bathroom sounds. His eyes opened again as he felt weight return to the bed, and he accepted the washcloth with a murmur of thanks. Normally he was pretty fastidious about cleaning up, but he was drained in several ways and the thought of forcing himself to get up and do all that moving around was unappealing now. Luckily for him, Ezra was the considerate sort. Archer wiped himself off and let the cloth drop off the side of the bed, then kissed Ezra back as they settled in. At first his only reply was a hum, but then he murmured a soft “love you” in return. He meant it, as much as he could, even if he wasn’t always good at expressing it. Ezra always seemed to understand, and that was enough for him.