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"So, uh... how do you wanna START this?"
Bernard sat on the bed, dressed down to an undershirt, boxers, and of course his shades, as he fidgeted with the sheets underneath him. Standing in front of him was Santi, still in his own shirt and slacks, a hand on his chin as he looked over the purple-haired pilot like a sculptor might examine a new block of clay.
"Don't rush me, Sunshine, I'm still deciding whether I want you to keep those glasses on or not."
Almost before the sentence ended, Bernard reached up and removed his shades, though it meant that Santi could see just how much trouble he was having looking directly at the other man. "I... I mean, don't want them to BREAK or anything, right? So is this any BETTER for you...?"
"Hm... yes, much." He was able to get enough of a look to see Santi's satisfied expression, and as the taller man moved in to straddle Bernard's lap he gripped the sheets tighter, fighting back the urge to go in for a kiss.
That was supposed to be Santi's job tonight, after all.
"And you're still good with this, right?" The blond asked, carefully taking the sunglasses from Bernard's hand and setting them on the nightstand. "I know you're not used to being on the receiving end, and I do want you to enjoy yourself, but if it's ever too much just say the word. Then we can stop or switch back to the usual for the rest of the evening."
"Uh-HUH," Bernard nodded, already flushed at how close they were to each other, and how... vulnerable he was feeling, in comparison to Santi's care and confidence.
He had never liked this feeling at the BEST of times, the feeling of not having any control in a situation, and the time spent unable to manage his own thoughts as a leafling hadn't helped. He was supposed to be a PILOT, at the HELM, deciding which way to GO-
"Hey, breathe. Breathe and look at me."
Bernard blinked, took a deep breath, and looked up at Santi, who gave a firm yet kind smile.
"You're still getting a say in how this goes, alright Bernard? I'm not telling you to lie back and think of Enohee, I want to know how you want it." Then the smile turned into a grin, as Santi leaned closer and lowered his voice, getting more into character. "How can I use that to mess with you otherwise?"
Bernard took another breath, and immediately regretted it as he caught the faint cardamom scent of Santi's cologne. Well- maybe regret was the wrong word, he just knew that they hadn't even started prep and he was already getting hard.
He knew Santi meant every word he said; they had talked about this night for a while, set boundaries, agreed on safe words. Even if they hadn't, Bernard trusted Santi with his life AND his dick.
It was BERNARD that Bernard had doubts about.
"So, are you ready to go?"
"BORN ready," he answered, which immediately became a moan as Santi planted a kiss on his mouth, clearly just as eager to get going.
"Good."
Bernard shivered at the hunger in Santi's voice, wondering if this was how his own past lovers had felt whenever HE was about to get things going. Then Santi kissed him again, catching him off guard enough to let the man's tongue in, and he stopped wondering and started wanting.
On instinct, he grabbed Santi's shoulders to pull them both backwards onto the bed, breaking up the kiss long enough for him to look up into his boyfriend's eyes. The lamplight reflected across Santi's glasses and caused his hair to gleam golden as it fell around his face, and the look of amusement and adoration Santi was giving caused Bernard's heart to skip a beat.
"Getting impatient, huh?"
"I... just, YOU know, thought that... COMFORTABLE... face... pretty?" fuck, was he getting tongue-tied? He'd NEVER been lost for words like this before...
"Well that's thoughtful of you," Santi teased before going in to kiss at Bernard's jaw, specifically where it softened at the side of his face before moving into a double-chin. "I think your face is pretty, too."
Bernard's instincts flared up again: this time, the need to be the one in charge, serving instead of being served. He let out a needy groan as his hips thrusted upwards, trying in vain to grind against Santi, but the taller man's knees were still propping his lower body up and tantalizingly out of Bernard's reach.
He tried to grab at Santi instead, flip him around so that Bernard could be on top, but every attempt just had Santi gently taking Bernard's hand and lowering it back down; sometimes resting it against his own face, sometimes pinning it onto the bed, sometimes just letting it fall while he continued to find and savor the softest parts of Bernard's upper body.
"The more you keep trying to mutiny, the longer I'm going to take." Santi chucked at his own little taunt, slipping his hands around Bernard's waist, beneath his undershirt to rub circles into the man's sides and belly. "Or are you all warmed up now?"
"No... I, YES- Santi, PLEASE, just let me..."
Santi paused, and Bernard couldn't help but whine as his hands paused too. "Let you what, Bernard? Do you need to switch places?"
Bernard blinked, surprised at how quickly Santi's voice switched from teasing to concerned. It was comforting... and strangely enough, had him feeling even hornier than before. "I, uh... no, I'm GOOD. Some habits are hard to BREAK, is all..."
"If you're sure." Santi started to rub Bernard's sides again, and he found himself sighing in pleasure under the light massage. "But maybe there's something I can do so you're more comfortable?"
"Just getting PENT UP, and... s-something to do with my HANDS would be nice..."
"Oh?" Santi went up to beside Bernard's ear, and chuckled in that same hungry tone that had got him so worked up the first time. "Then maybe I'll be nice and get that taken care of. Turn over for me, would you, Sunshine?"
Just as they had discussed earlier, Bernard rolled onto his stomach - albeit more clumsily than he had intended - and heard the sound of Santi stripping down to his own undergarments. Then the rustle of items being placed on the end of the mattress, and finally Santi's hands reaching for the waistband of Bernard's boxers.
"Colour?"
"GREEN."
Santi pulled off the boxers, followed by Bernard's undershirt, and the sudden feeling of nothing between the bedspread and his naked body caused his erection to go from half-mast to at LEAST three-quarters. At this point he was surprised it wasn't lifting him off of the mattress altogether.
He heard Santi give a low, impressed whistle. "Shit, that thing could be lifting you off the mattress by now, couldn't it? May I?"
Bernard nodded, trying to keep some sort of composure, only to gasp and start leaking precum at a mere brush of Santi's hand against his dick. "F-fuck, Santi, don't just stop THERE!"
"Hold on, hold on, let me..." there was the click of a bottle opening, and then the sound of Santi applying lube to his hands and cock... a lot of lube, fron the sound of it. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were THIS bad off. I'll do what I can but the focus is going to be getting you ready... but if you want, feel free to handle it yourself."
"Myself-?" Bernard asked, not quite sure what Santi meant until a second or so after the man reached around, taking Bernard's hand and guiding it down to his dick, getting him started on pumping his hand up and down against its growing length.
"I said you were still getting a say in things, didn't I? Or a hand, I guess..." Santi gave a small laugh, that and the lube making Bernard's hand work even faster. A small voice in the back of Bernard's mind - small, but getting larger - wondered what he could do to make Santi laugh like that again...
"Just don't finish before I get a chance for fun, or I'll feel left out." And after a kiss to Bernard's ear that almost caused him to break that promise right away, the shorter man could feel a warm, gel-covered hand press against his ass. "Ready, Bernard?"
"I... R-READY."
"You're sure?" Stars, why was it Santi's concerned tone that was hitting him most right now?
"I'm SURE, green, everything, j-just hurry UP before I-"
Bernard let out a sharp gasp as the first finger entered, more from the new, foreign intimacy than any kind of pain. Without thinking he rocked backwards, encouraging Santi to keep going as he tried to match the rhythm. A second finger made him try and lift himself back onto his knees for more leverage, only for the pilot to feel Santi's free hand press him gently, but firmly, back down onto the mattress.
"I know, but I'd rather you NOT break my hand right off the bat," he heard Santi say over Bernard's frustrated whines. "Still, for someone so... cocky, I can't believe you're this easy to please..."
"I... 'm not THAT easy, maybe you're just that GOOD-" a third finger joined in just then, and Bernard cried out as the intimate pleasure suddenly switched to physical. "H-holy FUCK, S-Santi-"
"I heard that right? You're saying I'm better at this than you?" Santi's fingers stopped moving in and out and started working to widen their entry point, and Bernard fumbled for his own penis to continue stroking it in anticipation.
"Y... yes, you're BETTER, Santi. Never... never THOUGHT I could feel like..." He didn't even have to think about agreeing, it just happened, and maybe if he kept agreeing Santi would laugh again...
"What ELSE am I good at, Bernard?"
Bernard felt Santi lean over him, skin to skin, as he tried to think of what to say next. "You're... you're SMART, and... and you always know what to SAY... "
He felt Santi's hand extract itself, and whined again... only to moan and thrust his hips up as Santi reached around to guide Bernard's own hand up and down, faster and faster, and oh god the other hand was going in with four-
"What else?"
Bernard fought as hard as he could against waves of pleasure, wracking his brain for something, anything that would make Santi stop teasing and just go for it...
"You're a... a better PILOT than me-!"
Santi immediately stopped, and pulled Bernard's hand away from his groin, pinning both of the shorter man's arms down underneath him.
"I didn't ask you to lie, Sunshine."
"Wh..." Bernard blinked, catching his breath as Santi let go of one arm to rub his shoulder, feeling the man's hand linger over a patch of purple scar tissue. "I... but YOU..." his head was feeling strangely heavy from all the switching between dominant and caring, horny and calm, but the physical contact and Santi's voice were soothing enough that...
He really didn't mind.
In fact, he kind of liked it.
"I wanted you to complement me, not talk shit about yourself." Santi let go of the other arm, hands lowering to massage Bernard's sides again, and Bernard felt himself start to melt beneath Santi's touch. "I don't think that would make you feel good... does it make you feel good, insulting yourself? Over something that important to you?"
"I..." Santi was right, he SHOULDN'T talk like that. It felt wrong as SOON as the words left his mouth, and now both he AND Santi were upset. "No... no, it DOESN'T feel good."
"I didn't think so." Santi's hands moved up and down Bernard's body, squeezing here and there lovingly. "Because you're the best pilot in the galaxy, and I know you know that. You're the one who taught me, remember?"
"Mhh... Y... yeah, you're RIGHT. I'm SORRY..."
"For what?"
"Santi-"
"Yes?" A hand pressed against Bernard's chest, making small kneading motions into his right breast. "Go on, what are you sorry for?"
Bernard found himself panting, actually feeling like he needed to apologize to Santi more than he needed Santi to fuck him. "SORRY for... for saying you're the BETTER pilot...?"
"Because...?" The other hand was working its way up now, continuing whatever spell Bernard was under, making him want Santi to be PROUD of him...
"Because I... I'M the best... BEST pilot in the GALAXY-!"
"And don't you forget it." He felt Santi press up against him, kissing the back of his head, and something about such tender affection on top of being made to praise himself wiped away any last thoughts Bernard had of taking back the reins.
"Santi, I..." his voice felt strangely quiet, now, almost like it was far away from his body. "You're being so nice, it's... I..."
"Too much? Need me to stop?"
Bernard shook his head. "It's... no-no, keep going. I... I like it, and then you teasing, a-and then nice again, it... can't say it right, I just... I w-want it, I want you to... to..."
"It's alright... I know. You've been doing so good up until now, Bernard, I really mean that." He felt Santi's breath on the back of his neck, and shivered. "If you're saying things like this, I think it's about time I stopped messing around... if you're still up for it, of course."
Bernard nodded, feeling his half-finished erection start to pick back up from where they had left off. "I am, I... I'm ready, please, I need you Santi-" his voice trembled as he felt Santi's hands tight against his hips, keeping him in place as something new pressed up against his rear entrance.
"That's a good boy, Sunshine."
Santi gave a small push forward, and Bernard GASPED.
He didn't know if it was how slowly Santi was easing himself in, or being wider than Bernard had remembered, or just being the capstone on top of all the new things he'd been subjected to this evening, but as Bernard took more and more of Santi's cock he could feel a whole new fire starting up in his gut. He felt himself press back against his old friend's body, guiding Santi further in almost before either of them were ready, and the sudden widening of his hole caused him to let out a sudden, loud moan.
"HAH- well alright, if that's how badly you want it..."
Bernard moaned again as Santi tightened his grip, pulling out slightly... then giving another firm thrust that left him gasping for air.
"More?"
A loud whine was about as coherent as Bernard could get, but Santi seemed to get the message. He started to get into a slow but steady rhythm, hands no longer holding Bernard in place but guiding him back and forth.
It would have let him focus on tending to his erection, if it wasn't for gasping out random words and forgetting what to do with his hands every time Santi thrust a little deeper. At some point he heard a chuckle behind and above him, accompanied by Santi's hand moving and guiding his own back into place, and Bernard immediately started to jerk himself off in time with Santi's movements.
Just as he was getting close, though, he felt Santi hit a spot that made him cry out at a pitch he had no idea he could reach, which only seemed to encourage Santi because he hit that spot again, and again, and Santi's hands were massaging his hips and pulling him forward and back, and while trying to process all of that Bernard heard Santi say something he couldn't understand before leaning down and licking between his shoulder blades, where the leafling scars were thickest-
Bernard's ears were ringing as the world seemed to shrink down to the size of his bedroom, the bed, then just him and Santi and then just him and the bliss that flooded through his body and then bliss, nothing but pure bliss in and out and around him
"FfffUCK, Bernard! Bernard, you... Bernard...?"
Something told him he should react, say something, but to do that he'd need to relearn coherent speech. A vague memory stirred of petting a yellow space dog, finding that sweet spot to make their leg thump against the ground, and he decided mimicking that reaction was as good a response as anything verbal
"Bernard, h-hey, say something...!"
Whoever this Bernard guy was, he should answer soon. Not him, though, he was too busy with all this bliss, trying to remember where he had left his body...
"Shit, shit... Mayday! Mayday, come on, mayday-!"
Bernard blinked, snapping back to reality on hearing Santi call out their safeword. "Wh... whass wrong, who..."
"C'mon, Bernard, talk to me..." Bernard's vision started to clear, and he realized he was now on his side, looking at the very worried face of his partner.
"Santi? What's wrong, did I... you OKAY?"
"Am I okay? What about you?" Santi held Bernard's shoulders and squeezed them gently, easing Bernard back out of whatever fugue state he had fallen into. "You just- went quiet all of a sudden, you came everywhere and then it was like you just... dropped DEAD except for your leg twitching, I thought I had...that I'd fucked you comatose or something!"
Bernard blinked slowly, still feeling a little comatose as he tried to process everything. "Nn... no, 'm GOOD. BETTER'n good, I... that..." he shook his head, trying to put it in a way that wasn't just shaking his leg again. "No words. Can't think've WORDS, can't... more, I need... AGAIN..."
"Nope, not again. Just breathe, okay?" Santi moved a hand up to cup Bernard's face, causing him to lean into it with an adoring sigh. "Not that I don't dislike seeing you this way, just... come on back, Bernard. Come back to me."
Bernard didn't want to just breathe, though, he wanted to be as close to Santi as possible. He NEEDED to be as close as possible, feel whatever had just happened over and over.
Reaching around the man's waist, he tried pulling Santi in for a kiss- only for Santi to turn it into an embrace instead, rubbing little circles into Bernard's lower back that made him relax muscles he didn't know he had. He'd be disappointed if he wasn't still pressed against Santi, the physical contact helping to ground him a little more.
"There we go. You did great, Bernard, I just need you to keep breathing, and talk to me. Can you do that?"
"Yeah... YEAH, I can do that." He blinked slowly, realizing just how heavy his limbs felt, and the lingering ache of his dick, and the strange empty feeling that now occupied his asshole. "How, uh, LONG was I...?"
"Not too long. Maybe half a minute?" Santi paused, looking a little sheepish as he glanced to one side. "I was... a bit distracted, didn't realize what was happening at first. Sorry about that."
"Nothing to apologize FOR, it felt... fuck, that was AMAZING. I never... you were so CAREFUL, never knew that could make me LOSE it, and..." Bernard paused, remembering something else. "... Santi, did you LICK me?"
"Maybe?" Santi laughed weakly, kissing Bernard's cheek. "... I mean- yes. It was just... was that a bad spot?"
"NO, no, I just think... Do folks have RESET buttons? 'Cause I think you found MINE."
"What, here?" Santi reached around and lightly scratched between Bernard's shoulders, making him purr and nearly go limp again.
He didn't KNOW he could purr.
"R-right there, YES, that's IT..." He went to try another kiss, and this time Santi reciprocated... only to pull his hand away, causing Bernard to whine a sad little "Santiiii..."
"Trust me, I'm keeping that in my pocket for next time," Santi grinned, kissing Bernard on the forehead. "But right now I'm spent, and so are you."
"Nah, I'm GOOD, honest!" Bernard pleaded; whatever doubts he may have had at the start of the night were long gone, Santi could take charge EVERY time if he wanted. "I can handle a round TWO, any speed you WANT-"
As a rebuttal, Santi simply lifted up one of Bernard's arms and let it flop back to the mattress, with absolutely zero resistance or muscle strength on Bernard's end.
"... Point MADE."
They cuddled instead, Santi continuing to caress Bernard and give short affirmations, encouraging the pilot as he started to feel more and more like himself... or at least like a version of himself who now realized how much he enjoyed being submissive under the other man.
He was feeling more and more tired, too, and gave a lazy yawn as he curled up into Santi's chest. "Probably a MESS right now... should really TIDY up."
"Later," Santi answered, barely holding back a yawn of his own as he shifted his weight and wrapped an arm around the small of Bernard's back. "Can do that later."
A nod, and sigh, before remembering one last thing Santi had said during the afterglow. "Hey, SANTI?"
"Hm?"
"You talked about a... a NEXT time before, YEAH? And... I want that. A NEXT time, with you in CHARGE again." It felt so strange to say that aloud, to not just lose control but willingly surrender it...
"You're SURE?" Santi asked, confused and affectionate and maybe a little flustered. "I... can't stress enough, I think I made you go catatonic back there..."
... but he couldn't think of anyone he trusted with that control more, not even himself.
"I'm SURE. And I'll, uh... I'll try and TALK more, if you promise to save that trick for the grand FINALE. Does that WORK for you?"
Santi paused before nodding, taking Bernard by the chin and giving him one more soft kiss. "That works. But no shit-talking yourself next time either, okay Bernard?"
"No SHIT-talking myself. OKAY."
"Good boy, Sunshine."
Bernard closed his eyes, finally letting himself fall asleep, and it wasn't long before Santi joined him.