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If someone had told 16 year old Loris that one day he’d be drinking with Enforcers outside of a Piltie bar, wearing a blue jacket (complete with the shiny gold buttons) no less, he’d have laid them out then and there. He’d never anticipated his life turning out the way it had, but then again, he hadn’t ever imagined much of a life at all. Undercity kids didn’t get that luxury.
But hell, the guys he drank with weren’t too bad. They were on the tamer side, as far as Enforcers went, a crowd he used to run with a lot more often before his most recent assignment.
It’d started with that scrappy girl, Vi, who was apparently somebody to plenty of other somebodies- Caitlyn fuckin’ Kiramman among them. She’d put in a good word, he guessed, after their run-in. The two of them still stuck together, but more times than not, Vi and their Commander floated together on their private island, wrapped up in the hunt for Jinx.
Junior Officer Nolan was an odd one. She was a chipper girl, bright as a new penny, yet Loris couldn’t help keeping her in the corner of his vision. If anyone asked why, he’d have no solid reasoning. Just a hunch. She flitted around Caitlyn too, or kept to herself.
That just left him. Him, and-
“Hey, Loris,” one of his buddies remarked from the other side of the table, “Ain’t that your fellow, uh, *task forcer* over there?” he laughed, continuing a bit quieter, “What’s his name, Steve? Steph?”
“Steb!” Loris called, holding up a hand in greeting.
The group had posted up outside of an old, well-established bar in Piltover’s shopping district. They were frequent flyers, to say the least, so their table was often available and awaiting them; sitting outside made conversation a little easier as opposed to the din inside, and Loris enjoyed a spot of people-watching in quieter moments.
Beside them, the street was alive with foot-traffic. It was evening, just past quitting time for most respectably-employed folk, and the air was just warm enough to encourage pedestrians to take their walk a little slower, enjoy the sights of Piltover alight with strung fairy lights and hung banners. Loris thought that the uppercity always looked ready for a festival of some kind, no matter the time of year.
True enough, a blue-skinned man in an Enforcer’s uniform had stopped at the sound of his name, turning and pinpointing the group almost immediately. He was carrying his satchel- quitting time for him too, it seemed. Steb offered a nod in his direction, and then made no move to either approach the table or continue walking. Loris waved, indicating that he’d just be a moment.
After standing, he exchanged the customary friendly shoulder slaps, farewells, and ‘you work on Wednesday? down by the riverfront, or- oh, bummer, okay. Well, I’ll see ya Friday then, hopefully it’s slow’s typically expected of post-work gatherings. Then, after throwing down roughly enough cash to pay his tab, Loris threaded through the crowd.
“Hey, hey, didn’t think you were on tonight! Woulda invited you, if I’d’a known.” he said once he got within earshot.
Steb had been carrying his bag, but he slung it over his shoulder to free up his hands. [I picked up an extra shift last minute.] he signed. [Besides...] The man let the word trail off from his fingers, looking sideways at the group of men Loris had just left. His face pulled into a minutely disapproving expression before smoothing out, and Loris laughed.
“Yeah, alright, fair enough. Not really your crowd.” he agreed. After a pause, he glanced back at them, confirming that the other Enforcers had moved on to other topics and were paying the two of them no mind. Only then did he put his hand in his pocket, giving him the excuse of sticking his elbow out just enough to lightly brush Steb’s. “Well, hey. Glad I caught you. You’re off for the night, yeah?”
Luminous blue-green eyes glanced down at the spot their arms had made contact, then back up to his face. He nodded. [I am.]
Loris nodded, too. “You wanna… come back to mine? Hang for a minute? It’s not far.”
Those eyes moved over the larger man’s shoulder, looking in the direction of his apartment. [I know.] He looked down at his watch a moment, pondering something, before smartly fixing his uniform sleeve and continuing, [Alright. Lead the way.]
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It felt like the damn lock was getting more and more rusted each time he came home. After a good wiggle, it reluctantly clicked open, letting the dim evening light filter into the apartment. Loris flicked on a light, swung the door closed, and headed straight for the kitchen. Along the way, he unbuttoned and shucked off his uniform jacket and tossed it on the back of the couch, leaving him in his white undershirt. “Want somethin’ to eat, drink? The selection’s not great, but it’s free.”
Steb remained in front of the door, knelt down to finish untying his boots. He had just slid off one when he paused to reply, [Just water, please.]
As he moved to grab a clean glass and a bowl, Loris asked, “How’d the shift go? Where’d you end up at?”
He heard the creak of one of his old barstools as his companion settled into it, setting his bag down on the stool beside him. One of the quirks of talking to Steb was that a guy had to be able to see his hands to understand him, so he always worked quickly on the tasks that required more of his undivided attention whenever he was around.
Once his water and a bowl of chips was set between them, Steb tilted his head slightly from side to side, unimpressed. [Dull. We were stationed near the industrial zone on the west side of the city.]
“Mm,” Loris interjected, mouth full of chips. He swallowed. “Near that, uh, weird automation shop? The one with all the metal people in the windows?”
Steb waved a hand, [No, closer to the abandoned pipework factory that is always graffitied. Which it was, again.]
“Dunno why they care so much about that. It’s an empty building, y’know? Better they do it there than on people’s actual businesses.” he said.
He could read disagreement in the lines of the other man’s shoulders before he got a chance to reply, busy taking a long drink from his glass. [Preferable that they stop altogether. It’s unsightly.]
Loris shrugged, not terribly passionate about the topic one way or the other. “So, dull, huh?”
A nod. [But, better than sitting and waiting.]
He knew what he meant. Neither of them were sure when they were going to get sent out next, when their 5-man team would employ the Gray and raid the undercity on another exhausting expedition. Though he hadn’t lived down below in over two decades, seeing familiar sights flooded with the sickly green gas made him a little queasy underneath his mask. He couldn’t imagine how Vi felt.
Suddenly, a thought returned to him, something that had occurred to him to ask and then had gone by the wayside in the face of, well, everything. “Hey. You been doin’ okay lately?”
Steb regarded him neutrally. [Why do you ask?]
Damn him and his guarded nature. To him, of all people. It just made Loris want to press more. He was going to be honest either way, it wasn’t in his nature to leave anything left unsaid. “Just noticed you’ve been a little… what’s the word? Avoidant. Been a little avoidant these past couple weeks. I just wanna check in, make sure you’re good.”
He could tell Steb hadn’t been expecting a line of questioning; the small, feather-like scales around his eyes and cheekbones fluttered as if stirred by a nonexistent breeze, and he looked away. His hands raised, came together, but it was another few heartbeats before he signed, [You noticed.]
It came without a brow furrow, a head tilt, or an expectant gesture, so Loris knew it wasn’t a question, per se, but he answered it anyway. “Well. Picked up on it among the rest of the team eventually, but it started personal. Started thinkin’ you were avoiding me, specifically, so I paid more attention just to make sure you and me were…” He motioned between them, and then ate another chip, halfway playing at casual.
A quick shake of the head accompanied the fishman’s next words, [It has nothing to do with you. My work performance hasn’t suffered either, I’ve made sure of that.]
“Hey, I believe that. I’m not your boss, y’know, don’t justify anything to me.”
Now that he’d gotten his kneejerk reaction out of the way, Steb’s posture slumped a tad, and his gaze moved briefly to the floor. It was small, but it was something. [It’s work stress, I suppose. Nothing out of the ordinary, just…] His hands slowed, and he gathered his thoughts. [Our task right now is very high-stakes. I feel as though we get little respite from it, even off the clock.]
It was Loris’ turn to study him, watching his carefully put-together expression and feeling as though that wasn’t the full picture. But there was truth there, as far as he could tell, so he accepted it. “I get it. A full night’s rest has been a damn fantasy ever since we started our raids. Can’t blame you for bein’ a little spacey.”
Steb huffed through his nose, a small snort. [I’m never ‘spacey’.]
“Pft. Maddie was talkin’ your damn ear off after our last meeting, remember? Tell me one thing she said, one thing she was goin’ on about.” he returned, folding his arms across his chest.
A pause. A grimace. A shake of the head. [Alright. Perhaps I’ve been a little preoccupied.] Steb conceded.
With a laugh, Loris pushed off the counter he’d been leaning against, arms remaining folded as he moved to join his teammate on the same side of the kitchen bar. He rested his elbow on the countertop beside Steb and tilted his head. “Well. I know it’s been a while, but believe it or not, my intentions as far as invitin’ you up here weren’t just to let you drink my primo tap water.”
[I’m aware. I agreed under the impression that you had other intentions.] he said, meeting Loris’ gaze steadily.
The only souls who knew about the two of them were there, in Loris’ kitchen, meeting eye to eye. It had never been planned, and it wasn’t anything either of them had expected. Once turned into twice, thrice, and then a few more times after for good measure. They’d both made it clear from the beginning; this was exactly what it was when viewed from surface level. They were colleagues and work friends, efficient teammates who also happened to be fucking. Nothing complex.
“My intentions now are to help ya loosen up a little. Maybe we can get you to unwind, huh?” Though Loris’ voice had quieted, his tone was still light, teasing. It had the intended effect.
With an eyeroll, Steb stood, turning to face him so they were nearly chest to chest. Wordlessly, he reached up to unbutton his uniform jacket, removing it with care, folding it once, and laying it on the counter. Loris watched the process, eyes straying from lean, muscled arms to thin, flexible waist. Grippable.
A non-lewd thought managed to dredge through the cesspool his mind was quickly becoming. He reached out and lightly skimmed Steb’s side with his fingertips, just as the fishman was turning back to face him. “Those ribs healing up okay? Ah-” He held up a hand, interrupting just as he was beginning to sign a reply, “And don’t play hero, I’ve got good reason to know.” The last thing any of them needed was for him to torque his teammate’s wound tonight and put him at a disadvantage on their next mission.
His expression flat, Steb replied, [It isn’t ‘playing hero.’ Bruised ribs are not a life-threatening condition.]
Experimentally, he pressed his fingers in a little harder, checking for a flinch or a wince around the site of the bruise. Nothing, just that same level expression, so Loris shrugged in defeat. “Alright, alright, well, forgive me for bein’ concerned. Guy came at you with a hammer, I’m honestly surprised they’re just bruised.” he mused, turning his prodding into a more intimate gesture by wrapping his hand securely around Steb’s waist.
[I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I accept it as a learning experience.] Steb said, and before Loris could make any further comment, he swiftly changed the topic. [When was the last time you washed your sheets?]
“After the last time you were over.”
He grimaced, glanced at the couch, and then sighed through his nose. [It’ll have to do. The couch is too small.]
Unfazed, Loris let a little smile play at the corners of his mouth, using that grip on his teammate’s waist to pull the other man in closer. “Unless, o’course, I sit down and you get real comfy on top of me and-”
He was cut off by a quick hand waved in his face, though he fully expected it and silenced himself without issue. Steb played at a cool, calm, collected demeanor, and in a life-or-death situation, there was nobody else he’d rather rely on, but it was trivial to fluster him when it came to directly talking about sex. He could talk around it all day, yet there was a certain line that, when crossed, was sure to make him flush blue.
Case in point. The high points of Steb’s face were a tinge darker, as were the tips of his ears. [Enough- my knees are sore enough after a full shift without…] He delicately pressed his fingers into Loris’ chest and pushed. He was let go with no issue, and stepped away slightly. [As I was saying. Bedroom.]
Steb turned and led the way through the rest of his apartment (it wasn’t far to walk), nudging open his bedroom door and flicking the light on. Loris entered not far behind and grabbed a pair of boots and pants that were scattered haphazardly on the bed, tossing them elsewhere. If he’d known he was having company, he would have made some sort of effort to pick up a little, but hey, he wasn’t going to pretend to be a neat-freak when in reality, he thought having a bit of clutter around felt homier.
Quietly, Loris watched Steb move over to the side of the bed. The fishman untucked his undershirt and his hands were just moving to his belt buckle when he seemed to feel eyes on his back. When he glanced over his shoulder, a question was written across his brow.
The large man cleared his throat. “Been awhile.” he repeated, by way of explaining.
Steb’s smiles were generally more in the eyes than the mouth- it was a crinkling of the corners, a softening of his pupils. It happened now, just a small one, but it damn near made him glow. [It has. It’s making you a bit… obvious. I have been meaning to tell you.]
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked with no actual bite in his tone, folding his arms over his chest and moving a bit closer.
[You’ve been staring more, lately.]
“I like what I see.”
[We agreed. We do not bring this to work.]
He could tell when Steb was being dead-serious, and this was not one of those times. His hands moved too loosely, shaped his words without the cutthroat precision that his barked orders carried. Which was why Loris closed the distance between them, bringing his hands down to the other’s abandoned belt buckle.
He undid it slowly, working the end of the belt through the metal clasp. “Hard not to. So, you noticed me staring, huh? Sounds like you’ve been sneakin’ glances too, then.” The belt discarded, he smoothed his palms over Steb’s waist, crowding into his space still further.
The fishman hadn’t moved an inch, having seemingly no issue with tilting his chin up to meet Loris’ eyes, his own gaze level as always. [I don’t need to. As I said, you’re being obvious.] A beat, and then he continued, [...But I would be lying if I said it hadn’t affected me, as well.]
In one fell swoop, Loris threaded his arms between Steb’s legs, picking him up and tossing him onto the bed. He was met with no resistance, and in fact, as soon as the other man’s back hit the sheets, he was being pulled closer by a pair of deft, long-fingered hands. He found the space in-between Steb’s legs and slotted his hips into it, pressing and pressing and pressing.
The pressure between their still-clothed groins was enough to make him twitch, and below him, he felt his teammate do the same. They really couldn’t waste any more time.
It seemed they were both in agreement. He was shoved back slightly by those same lovely hands, far enough for one sign to flit before his eyes: [Pants.]
“Yeah, yep.” he was already agreeing before Steb had finished, shifting away to fiddle with his own blasted belt. It came off after a short struggle, and Loris made short work of the rest of it, letting his uniform pants fall in a pool around his ankles and stepping out of them. His boxers received the same treatment, and when he returned to his partner, he was relieved to see Steb in a similar state of undress- naked from the waist down.
The man was twisted slightly, grabbing a bottle from inside Loris’ nightstand. He passed it over and then settled back into his original spot, poised on his back on the edge of the bed with his legs loosely draped around the other’s hips. He was still in his undershirt, neatly-combed hair slightly mussed from all the activity, leaning up on his elbows and watching expectantly. His cheeks were a dark teal and his eyes glimmered in the low light.
If Loris were a romantic, he might have told him how downright radiant he looked in that moment. But he wasn’t, and so he kept those feelings to himself and instead squirted a bit of lube into his hand.
Sidling back up to press Steb’s thighs against his pelvis, he took his cock in his hand and coated it with lube, letting it warm up along the length of the shaft. Then, he let the underside of his and the topside of Steb’s connect, stretching his large hand to wrap around both of them.
Loris made a pleased noise in the back of his throat, immediately stroking them up to the tip and then back again. They were both roughly half-hard, though he knew it wouldn’t take him long to reach his full length. He slowly ran his hand back over their lengths, letting his fingers press slightly into the skin of Steb’s member; he liked to watch them press into each other, liked to watch the way the soft skin molded and stretched.
Steb let out a breath through his nose, tilting his head down a little. As Loris started to gently rock his hips, rutting himself into his hand and against another length, the fishman furrowed his brows, pelvis twitching upwards seemingly of its own accord.
His partner wasn’t one for over-the-top reactions; everything Loris got out of him was genuine and restrained, at least in the beginning. He knew he could work a little more out of him. A memory from their last encounter flashed behind his eyelids: Steb, throwing his arm across his face to try and hide an expression he never, in a million years, would admit to pulling. Something truly lewd, all slack mouth and rolled-back eyes. Loris felt his cock pulse in response, and when he glanced up, Steb’s eyes were on him. He’d felt that, obviously, and curiosity flickered in his gaze.
The large man smiled a bit rakishly and squeezed. “Thinkin’ about last time. Enjoyed the view then, enjoying it now.”
[Focus on this time.] Steb chastised him, unable to contain a far-more-subdued smile in return, even as he tried to keep an air of stoicism.
Loris pulled his hand away just long enough to coat the fingers of his other hand in lube, then he replaced his grip and continued his slow, rolling rut, feeling the callouses of his palm drag along sensitive skin. With his left hand, he dipped down, following the curve of Steb’s body until he got to his perineum. He traced along that, keeping his touch light, until he reached his stopping point.
Silently, he lifted his eyes, meeting Steb’s with a silent query. In response, the fishman curved his hand around their cocks right below Loris’, pushing him away with a decisive upward stroke. Oftentimes, Steb did his best to keep his hands free during their trysts- Loris couldn’t blame him, he needed to be able to communicate after all, and the other man hated doing anything half-assed. The message here, then, was clear; ‘let me help out, so that we can get to the main event faster’. Or, however highbrow way he would have said it.
It was only after he received a surefire nod, though, did Loris apply any pressure. He started with two fingers, which might have been hasty, but he had a goal in mind. To his credit, he went slow- breeching him with just the tips of his fingers, massaging gently and sticking to shallow thrusts. Steb squeezed both of their tips together, letting the sensitive skin of their heads rub together, and Loris very nearly shoved both fingers inside of him to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he breathed, continuing to stretch his partner out, feeling the tight muscle shift and mold around his fingers. “This’s gonna feel good. Doin’ okay?”
Experimentally, Steb tilted his hips down, angling the fingers in him a bit further upwards, and the spot he hit made him furrow his brows. He raised his free hand and mirrored Loris’ current hand position, then curled his pointer and middle finger up slightly.
“You got it. Like this?”
He pressed his fingers in further, twitching them up and pressing into where Steb had positioned him. It earned him a lovely reaction; he watched as the fishman tilted his head back, exposing the curve of his neck and jawline. Fighting against the urge to bite along that enticing line, Loris thrusted shallowly, his hips unconsciously following his hand’s movement into Steb’s loosened grip.
They’d had to work out some differences, in the beginning.
Loris was passionate, a shameless lover of a good quickie in an alleyway behind a bar. He was drawn to it as a way of letting out tension or stress- pouring all of the day’s frustrations into a hard fuck helped him get his head on straight after all was said and done.
Steb, as he learned quickly enough, didn’t roll that way. He was methodical, a man who needed the correct amount of prep time and working over before he was comfortable enough moving to the next step. To Loris, in the beginning, it felt like a lot. But over the few times they had been together, he appreciated it more and more each time. He found that it forced him to slow down, take everything in, really think about what would come next.
He’d never really learned the difference between getting hard and getting aroused. He could get hard without issue- it had never been a problem for him, which he wore with pride- and after that, it was purely physical. But arousal, Loris was learning, was more mental than that. It was watching his partner try to conceal pleasured twitches and anticipating the scratch of his nails against his back later in the evening. Both had their time and place. With Steb, it was typically the latter.
Which was why, when the other man abruptly sat up a hair and removed his hand from around their cocks, Loris assumed he’d been moving too quickly. “You-”
Steb waved a hand to interrupt him. [I’m ready. You can…] The look on his face seemed a bit sheepish, like he was just as surprised to find himself butting in as Loris was. There was something else there, though.
The idea of it, the assent, it made him throb eagerly, but he forced himself to think with his other head for a second. “...You sure? Y’usually take a little longer before you’re good to go.” he said at length.
Directly questioning him made Steb look to the side, the fins around his eyes fluttering. [Yes, but… I’m sure.]
It clicked. Steb wanting to rush past their prep, his sudden shyness, the way his thighs were squeezing him on either side… He grinned, removing his fingers so he could put his hands on his partner’s hips and tug him closer, letting the heft of his own cock run down over the curve of his rear. “Oh, you’re fuckin’ randy, huh?”
Steb put a hand briefly over his eyes before replying, [Don’t say it like that.]
“How else am I supposed to say it?” he teased, “‘Affected’?”
[Loris.]
Even as he was chuckling, Loris took himself in his hand, using the other one to spread Steb open wider. He brushed the head of it over his entrance, and felt the man jerk slightly underneath him. Belatedly, he remembered lube, and took a brief moment to coat his cock from root to tip.
Eagerness was threatening to consume him, his desire to please and to be pleased cresting over the dam of his rationality. Loris held his breath as he guided his member to the center of Steb’s hole, pushing gently until, with a sudden pop, his head broke through the ring of muscle and was engulfed. Both of them reacted in varying ways; Loris made no effort to hold back a groan, and Steb’s hands flexed against the bedsheets as a shaky breath escaped him.
He paused for a heartbeat before beginning to rock slowly, grinding just the tip of his shaft back and forth. Because of their relative lack of prep work, Steb was tighter than usual, and a sudden stretch would probably-
Below him, the other man made a soft noise in the back of his throat- it almost sounded like frustration. His cock, Loris was now noticing, was rock hard and bobbing enticingly with each slight movement he made. “Hey.” he said, bringing Steb’s attention to him.
The fishman’s expression was conflicted, like he was trying to mediate some inner argument. A side must’ve won out, because he threw his hands up and said, [You were right.]
“About the randiness thing? I mean, yeah, but-”
Steb shook his head minutely. He hesitated a few more moments, during which Loris continued his ministrations, gradually opening him up further and further. [I have been stressed lately. Notably, it seems. I’ve been unable to focus on much else aside from work.] Another shaky breath, a slight arch of his back. [I think… more than our usual, I need…] He waved a hand.
Loris slowed even further, though his heart was starting to thump faster against his ribcage. He leaned closer. “Sorry, not fillin’ in the blanks for you this time. Tell me what y’need.”
He could see acceptance in the lines of his partner’s body. [I often ask patience from you, which I understand is difficult. I don’t want that tonight. I need you to… I don’t know how to put it.]
But he was trying. He had to be so direct and precise with his words, which combined with his aversion to showing emotion, made him stumble when he felt like he lacked the vocabulary to express something. Loris was happy to encourage him. He let his hips snap forward, digging his length an inch deeper inside all at once. “Say what you feel.”
Steb’s eyes rolled and he made a quiet, restrained little noise. Still, he hesitated just on the edge of succumbing to his own desires, so Loris continued in a lower tone, “C’mon. Don’t leave me hangin’ like this. I can give it to you, you just gotta ask for it.”
[I don’t want you to hold back. I don’t want you to cater to me. Be incorrigible.] His hands shook, his gaze was wide and open. [Leave no room for thought. I need this.]
That was all he needed- that was exactly what he needed. Some of the tension left his shoulders as he exhaled through his teeth. “Fuck, Steb.”
Loris didn’t waste any time on double-checking his partner’s intentions, or on discussing the exact meaning behind his words. He let thought as a whole go by the wayside, in favor of grabbing Steb’s waist with both hands and thrusting in, and then in a bit further, and then in a bit further than that. He’d met resistance, but it was short-lived, something to rut against and push past without issue.
Now fully hilted, Loris let his head fall back, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of tight walls around the entire length of his cock. Sometimes, he toyed with the idea of just staying like this, engulfed and comfortable, but he was nowhere near passive enough for that. He moved his hips forward, pushing in still further, and heard a muffled whimper beneath him.
He began to rock shallowly, pulling out just enough to cause friction and a delicious inkling of pleasure that demanded to be chased. And chase it he would. Loris had been instructed to keep his patrolmate from using that big ol’ brain of his, and he wasn’t going to keep him waiting for long.
Upon returning his focus to Steb, he found the fishman delightfully flushed, his arm across his face, looking up at him with eyes full of anticipation and expectation. He really was beautiful, in an otherworldly way.
Loris wanted to fucking ruin him.
His next rocking motion turned into a deep thrust, his hips snapping and causing the bed to creak softly beneath him. This was going to suck for his neighbors. Oh, well. He pulled halfway out and then drove in again, using the hands on Steb’s waist to pull his partner down onto his cock as he was pushing it in. Loris hummed, repeating the motion and watching the other man’s eyebrows knit together.
They furrowed even further as he pulled out entirely, leaving just the tip inside, and then entered him all at once. Again, he left him empty and then filled him, holding him in place so he could line himself up each time.
When he started to thrust in earnest, Steb wrapped his legs around him, putting his heels against the small of Loris’ back and applying a bit of pressure. Loris, in turn, rested one of his hands on the bed for leverage- the other wrapped around the other’s waist as he bent down over him, giving his hips more room to work.
He had found a rhythm and was running with it, steadily fucking into him with long, firm thrusts. Steb made another small sound in his throat, something that was almost certainly a whimper, but if he ever accused him of that outside of the bedroom he would be lectured within an inch of his life. The room was starting to heat up, so Loris quickly peeled off his undershirt. When he leaned back down, he found Steb’s hands on him, delicately resting on his shoulders as if keeping track of him.
“You feel so damn good.” Loris huffed. It was starting to cloud his mind a little, the need to keep feeling this way, the pleasure that overrode his brain and made him act like an idiot. But then again, he had no reason to deny that, not tonight. So he pistoned his hips harder, slamming into the man beneath him and feeling a jolt of electricity travel up his spine. That was it.
Harder, he thrusted into Steb, feeling those hands on his shoulder grip him harder in return. Yes, he interpreted those hands telling him. More. He gave him more.
Steb moaned, a gravelly, rumbly noise that pitched high at the end; Loris wanted nothing other than to hear more of that, his own breathy agreement following right after, “Yeah, fuck.”
The sound of their bodies together was intoxicating, wet and lewd. He quickened their pace without issue, his grip around Steb’s waist now serving to keep him right where he was, holding him down to fuck into him over and over and over again. It felt so good to just do, to focus on nothing else except this- he felt a little like an animal.
Hands in his hair now, threading through it, pulling, running down over his back. More small, pleasured sounds in his ear. Soft scales to rest his face against, to- fuck, he wanted to-
Typically, the two of them kept their encounters limited to just the act of fucking and oral. They didn’t kiss or touch in that romantic way that lovers did- ironically enough, the only place Loris’ mouth had ever been on Steb was his cock. But now, the fishman’s neck was like a beacon to him, and hell if he was going to deny himself that.
Without skipping a beat, he straightened his knees, using that arm underneath Steb to hoist him up briefly and scoot him further up on the bed. He followed, kneeling on the mattress to re-enter him and then bending entirely over. It caused Steb’s hips to go up and nearly bent him in half, tearing a groan from both of them as their angle changed to allow for even deeper penetration.
He knew he was earning a surprised look from his partner, but he ignored it in favor of latching onto Steb’s neck, teeth first. He felt a jolt, and then the legs around his waist were tightening to an almost painful degree, and then he started moving again.
Now he could drive down, and that was so incredibly good he never wanted to stop. Gravity was helping him, and now that they were on the same level he felt as though he could get closer, really put his whole back into each thrust.
“Been thinkin’ about this for days,” he was vaguely aware of himself saying, mouth against Steb’s neck, “You under me like this, makin’ them pretty eyes roll back in your head.” He readjusted his position, bracing his knees more firmly against the bed, and bit into his partner’s shoulder just as he buried himself hilt-deep.
It felt like he hit something good. Their bodies came together as Steb arched his back off of the bed, a broken cry singing into his ear. The sharp pain of nails against his skin made him growl, his cock twitching hard in response.
These long, hard strokes he was maintaining were causing warmth to build in his lower stomach. The thought of burying himself deep inside of his patrolmate and pumping him full of his spend was beginning to creep into the back of his mind, and he wasn’t sure he could resist it for very long.
He changed his rhythm, getting shallower and faster, pushing himself further and further. Steb was panting, hands back in Loris’ hair and tugging. He pulled his head away from the fishman’s neck, levelling with him so they were face to face. His pupils were huge, blown out, mouth slightly agape, uncaring of the way he was jostled with each thrust. His body was loose, malleable. The expression on Steb’s face was something he’d never seen on him; contentment, satisfaction, utter bliss. It made the near-constant wrinkle of his brow vanish, the hard lines of his cheekbones and mouth soften.
“...Any room for thought?” Loris asked, teasing.
Steb responded by using the hand in his hair to yank him back down to his neck, pressing his face against the warm skin. He was happy to oblige, but not before muttering a quick, “Touch yourself for me, yeah?”
The fishman’s untouched cock had been bobbing between them, rubbing against their stomachs as they made contact. Steb shoved his hand down the length of their bodies, wrapping his hand around himself and immediately beginning to pump in quick, efficient strokes. Loris matched him, doing his damndest to hit that spot that had made him arch his back so prettily before.
It wasn’t long at all before he felt a frantic tapping on his shoulder, his thrusts slightly impeded by the way Steb’s hips were twitching and jerking underneath him. Steb keened, throwing his head back as the motion of his hand got more erratic, more desperate.
“Aren’t you a pretty sight.” Loris told him, voice low. “Look at you. Piltover’s most stoic enforcer, comin’ apart like this. You’re all over the place.”
Another sharp jerk upwards, fucking into his hand even as he was fucked into. Pleasure from all sides, Loris couldn’t blame him for coming undone. He was close now, he could feel him tightening- his hole, his thighs around his waist, his shoulder muscles, his jaw…
”Loris…” Steb rasped aloud, a whine, a plea, and then he spilled all over himself. Teeth clenched, he froze as spurts of cum hit his chest and stomach, his member pushing it out with force, as if he’d been holding it in for a long time. He gasped through it, quivering, until he had nothing else to give.
Loris could hardly process what he’d heard; he knew Steb could speak, but had never heard his voice before now. And to hear it now, in that tone, saying his name as he rode out a hard orgasm, it was doing things to his brain he was afraid he could never reverse. It felt like the scene before him had imprinted on him somehow, left an impression on him more notable than just the thrill of seeing a partner cum.
But he didn’t have the brain space to ponder that, nor did he care to. He let Steb get through the majority of his release before wrapping both large arms around the fishman’s waist, lifting his hips slightly, and letting himself go.
It felt good to be mindless, to have no thoughts or purpose aside from how it felt to pound the warm hole of a coworker, how close his own climax was and how fucking sore Steb was going to be tomorrow. He was railing into him mercilessly, humping like a dog, manhandling him exactly where he wanted him and chasing that high.
His head was pressed against Steb’s chest now, their breathless noises mingling with one another’s. Those nails dragged across his shoulders again and he made no effort to stop his pleasured shudder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you take this so well, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Holy shit, I’m gonna- fuckin’, deep in you, yeah? I gotta, I gotta fill you up, I’ll go crazy-” he was saying, warmth starting to creep down into his sack and pool up at the base of his cock.
Above him, he felt rather than saw a desperate nod, and he could have sworn he heard a whispered, ’yesyesyesyesyes’. Either way, Steb locked his heels behind Loris’ back, keeping him very pointedly as close to him as he possibly could. Inside. Inside, inside, inside.
His last few thrusts were so rough it made his bed jostle warningly underneath them. He slammed down into Steb with a shout, burying himself down to the root and nearly blacking out with his hard his cock pulsed out rope after rope of cum, painting his partner’s insides with it. Loris managed a few shallow rocks, teasing out as much of it as he could, flexing his lower ab muscles to ensure he was completely empty. He was throbbing, and somehow still cumming, pleasure engulfing him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. It wasn’t until he physically couldn’t keep himself up anymore did he accept it, letting his body go limp and falling atop his equally-limp partner.
They stayed like that for a while, Steb’s legs still loosely around Loris, his softening member still resting inside of him, both of them covered in sweat and cum and wholly satisfied. Eventually, after their breathing steadied, Loris pushed himself up onto one elbow. He opened his mouth to speak, and then… with a breathless chuckle, rested his head back on Steb’s chest. Nevermind.
Steb took longer to rouse, but once he did, he gently pushed at the other man’s shoulder, getting his attention. When he signed, his hands were a little loose, like they hadn’t recovered from the death grip he’d maintained on the sheets, Loris’ hair, his back… [Are you alright?]
He rubbed a hand over his face. “...Yeah. I mean. Shit. Gonna be feelin’ that tomorrow.”
[You’re telling me.]
They remained in companionable silence for a bit longer, recovering. Steb adjusted slightly and Loris, having forgotten they were still stuck together, gently pulled himself out, earning a wince from both of them. Once he’d gotten a little more distance from his partner, he looked the fishman over. He did his best not to pull a face, but in his state, he failed.
[What is it?]
Loris waved a hand, “Just a, uh, little mark on your neck,” It definitely wasn’t ‘little’ “Probably be covered up by your collar, not a big-”
Steb pressed his hand to his neck, as if he could feel it. [Loris.]
He grinned and leaned back a bit more on his elbows. “Not how you were sayin’ my name just a couple minutes ago.”
With a sigh, the other man laid back down against the bed. [That was… a lot. You certainly followed directions.] He paused, but kept his hands up, indicating he had more to say. [Thank you. That… helped.]
Loris rolled his shoulder- it was a bit stiff from being braced against the bed for so long. “Hey, no need to thank me. ‘Case you didn’t notice, I had a great time. Glad I could help empty your brain for a minute.”
Steb was quiet again for a heartbeat or two, and then huffed out a small laugh through his nose. [You got very vocal at the end. Needy, almost.]
It was finally Loris’ turn to redden. He patted his patrolmate’s leg, moving to stand up off the bed. “Alright, alright, hey, we don’t have to debrief. C’mon, we’re sticky. Let’s go shower, throw our work clothes in the wash, all that.”
He looked back at Steb, noting that he hadn’t moved, and not, it seemed, for fear of leaking. The man was in a half-sitting position, looking up at him with a trace of his earlier mirth, a hint of nervousness, a bit of something… soft. His hair was messy, undershirt askew, the marks on his neck stark against his blue-green scales. [...May I stay the night?]
Neither of them had asked that before. Neither of them had broached the topic of spending time together like this, outside of work when they weren’t either actively having sex or leading up to it. Loris was reminded of earlier, when he’d watched Steb come undone underneath his hands and felt something in his brain change in a way it hadn’t in the past.
He smiled, and it felt like the easiest thing in the world. “Yeah. I’d like that.”