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Your last mission was pure torture. Amir was zipping around you, calling for your attention constantly, your eyes drawn from the Techrot you were meant to destroy to the way his body twisted and turned. The way his expression changed, concentrated and focused, but still so very distinctly Amir. Your mind immediately drifting to how his expression might twist and change if he were in bed with you, if you could give him the pleasure you so desperately wanted to give him.
You did your best to focus on the debrief Arthur tried giving you two, but your body was already awake with adrenaline, along with several other chemicals, leaving you wired and wanting even as you retreated to the backrooms, intending to have some time to yourself. Time where you would shamelessly fantasize about the hyperactive techie and imagine what he might do to you.
Would he be able to control his powers? Would he be more interested in giving or receiving? Would he mind all the thoughts running through your mind while he is right next to you, Sol dammit Tenno, focus!
As you strolled past Eleanor on your way to the backrooms, she remained the picture of innocence—offering not even the slightest hint of the chaos she was about to unleash upon you that afternoon.
It was a few minutes after you left to the backrooms. Maybe ten or so? Amir wasn't too sure. It was always difficult to manage time, doubly so when he was distracted.
It wasn't easy fighting by your side. You were graceful and unreadable as you fought, lethality personified, but sunny and sweet outside of your frame. You were also gorgeous, with toned muscles and a beautiful smile, Amir could all-too-easily imagine you leaning in to kiss him with that beautiful smile after you kicked his butt in sparing.
"Hey, Amir? It sounds like our Drifter could use your help in the Backrooms…" Eleanor's voice drifted into his mind, a hint of mischief in her voice that he confused for amusement. The Drifter probably messed up something on the TV that Entarti left in the Backrooms, and Amir sighed as he got up.
It wasn't that he wasn't looking towards seeing you. It was just this tensions that even he couldn't ignore. It was there, constantly. Whenever you touched him, whenever you looked at him, he knew he was attracted to you. It was just that he wasn't ever going to get a second glance from you, beyond being your best friend, and even that was shared with Aoi.
Still, he walked up to the Backrooms, "Hey, Future, Eleanor said you needed help" was the sentence he knew he should say, but as he entered the room, something shifted. Something was in the air, a sweet scent he doesn't think he's ever smelt before.
"Fu-?" The call of your nickname dies on his tongue when you gasp out his name. It's quiet, but it's the only thing he can hear. It's not a pained sound, and yet it causes him to tense up as if it were, body immediately ready for action. Then you moan and he realizes what he's hearing.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! He can't be here while you're doing that! He turned around soundlessly to leave the room, stopping as he considered the fact that then again, he thought he heard…
"Amir," you sighed his name and he tensed his thighs like Quincy told him to do if he wants a boner to go away. You were sighing his name! You wanted him. Or at least you wanted him enough to think of him while you were touching yourself and that was a wild, wild thought. He half wanted to collapse onto one of your couches at just how overwhelmed the thought made him feel. The temperature in the room rising suddenly and forcefully.
No, he had to be good, he had to leave, and give you time alone, but as he turned around to the door he found it locked. He couldn't escape this situation, and the faint sound of sex was filling his ears, making it harder to think, especially when he knew it was coming from you.
Okay, stop and think about your options, He tried to ground himself, hand that was reaching for the door curling hard on itself, the metal of his glove digging into the covered flesh of his hand. Door's closed, so can't leave. Can't move too much or you risk Future hearing you, so can't hide either. I guess the only option is…
His face heated up even more than it did previously, eyes widening as he realized it. He'd have to either wait it out then talk to you, confronting you about your interest in him, or… He could go to you.
He could imagine it. He'd be all confident and saunter into your room like he owned it, you'd be frustrated by the fact that whatever you were using, your hands or a toy, weren't enough. Maybe you'd startle upon seeing him, and maybe you'll be so consumed and needy that you won't care. That you'll just open your arms to let him hold you while he'd please you instead…
Of course, the second he tried to walk up the stairs, they creaked. That wasn't a part of the plan. He could hear a sharp intake of breath, and the sound of you pulling something from the void. In seconds, you were staring him down with a bow leveled at him, an energy arrow nocked and ready to end his existence. He gulped as he looked up at you, naked and obviously aroused, a flush prominent on your face and chest.
The heat he felt was turned up to eleven as he stared up at you, eyes wide, feeling like a fawn in the headlights. Like he just stumbled into the lair of a dangerous predator and he had to figure out what to do now that you were going to hunt him down. In the rush of blood down to his dick, he realized, he couldn't scrounge up the brain cells to think of anything other than staying perfectly still as you processed his intrusion.
He honestly didn't think he'd mind if you were to hunt him down. He didn't think he'd mind if you shot him at the moment, considering how absolutely smoking hot you looked in the moment. But he wanted to enjoy this vision for longer than the few milliseconds it took you to process.
"…Amir?" You asked, utterly befuddled as you stared him down, bow slowly going down as the arrow fizzled into nothing and he looked up at you with a sheepish grin, face definitely flushed at this utter mess of a situation, but desperate to see this through. You asked for him, after all.
"You asked for me, didn't you?" He asked, grin growing wider when your flush grew brighter. Taking another step up as you took a step back, but the look in your eyes wasn't one of fear or embarrassment, it was of excitement.
"I…" You looked away first, and he took that opportunity to speed the situation along, caging you against the wall as he sped up the rest of the stairs. Your bare chest was forced against his armored carapace, and you gasped at the switch, letting go of the bow. It surprisingly didn't clatter to the ground, but disappeared into the void instead.
"You want this?" Amir asked, eyes intent and staring you down, waiting for your consent despite how embarrassing it was, it was worth it for the sake of your enjoyment. "Tell me to leave, and I will."
It would kill him inside, but if you turned him away, he'd leave. He was pretty sure that the second he'll be able to take off the codpiece protecting his thighs from chafing, he'd see that his cock was already hard and weeping for you. But he'd leave if that's what you want. He couldn't imagine a world where he doesn't leave, but he could be hopeful, especially considering how he found you.
You looked up at him, at his focused, concentrated look. At the way his eyes were dilated. And you felt the heat licking at the bottom of your belly grow as you put a hand on his cheek and pulled him down for a kiss, feeling him grow more confident from your touch alone, pushing you against the wall, the tip of his codpiece teasing at the apex of your thighs.
You threw the arm not currently at his cheek behind his neck, pulling him even closer to you. One of his arms lowered from the wall, where he was caging you in to tangle in your hair, pulling you even deeper into the kiss as he pushed you closer to him.
You broke the kiss, panting as he pulled you in to hold you, and you realized he was intending on taking you against the wall. Now, that just won't do, you decided as you push against him.
"Bed?" You asked. He straightened himself up, lowering the other hand from the wall to cup your ass and pull you up as though you weighted absolutely nothing and in the blink of an eye, you were on the bed and he was kissing you again, lips on your still panting ones, as though he had no need for air at all.
"Better?" He murmured against your lips, and you pulled him closer against you, feeling his hips start grinding, your legs closing against his lower back, holding him in place.
"You gotta ask for it, if you want something…" He whispered, grin growing once again, but strained. He needed to grind against you, not with that stupid codpiece in the way. He wanted to be inside you, needed it.
"Can't you tell what I want?" You ask, breaking the kiss and cupping his face, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as he leaned into you, his hips halting as he closed his eyes, focusing on your touch. "I want you."
He shuddered, the fact that you outright said it turning him on even more than possibly anything that afternoon did. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at you, trying to find any hint that you were joking around or playing and finding nothing but affection and need in your beautiful eyes.
His lips began quivering, his eyes stinging at the fact that you truly wanted him. Your eyes widened and the need took a back seat to concern as you began sitting up, legs falling from his back. "Amir?"
He immediately kissed you, hoping to distract you from the concern as he did, pulling you close, and closer still and trying to ignore the way his chest blossomed with emotions he couldn't stop to figure out right now. All that mattered was that you wanted him, needed him, and he in turn, you.
As he broke the kiss, remaining with his eyes closed for a few seconds, just trying to process all that happened, he felt a hand cup his face again. "Amir? Are you okay?"
"Just a bit overwhelmed." He smiled at you, "In a good way, Boy Scout's honor."
You tilted your head, confused. "What's a… Boy Scout?"
Amir immediately launched into an explanation of his country's culture and the youth movements there, and you stayed quiet as he spoke, smile slowly spreading on your lip as he moved his hands around with wide sweeping gestures.
For a few moments, everything took a backseat to the enthusiasm of Amir as he spoke. Nothing, not even the heat still churning in your body could match the importance of what he spoke about.
"I love hearing you talk," You blurted out, and he stopped, looking at you for a moment, then smiled.
"Yeah?" He asked, grabbing at your hips and nipping at your neck, getting a giggle out of you. "I love that sound, too. Mind giving me a few more to listen to?"
You were suddenly aware of all the layers still on him as you pulled him closer. "So long as you give me more…"
He chuckled and pulled back, "Let me just take this off," He gestured at his codpiece. "And I'll give you plenty of reasons to make some noise for me."
Intrigued, you watched as he began popping off various straps, sighing a bit in relief when his dick was released from the confines of his codpiece into the cold air of the room. It looks strange to you, but you've never really seen anything like that, having been trapped in Duviri most of your teenage years. But you're interested in seeing how he may react to being touched there.
So you decide to test as Amir begins taking off his gloves to try and distract himself from the anxiety rising in him, raising a hand to his chest and trying to help him from where you're sitting, on your knees in front of him on the bed.
Off came the codpiece, then whatever else could, like a good part of his chest armor as he relented to your unspoken request, the gloves he worked on before, leading to you shuddering when he put his warm hands on your back, pulling you closer to him.
Your hands trail down as he presses kisses into your neck, feeling your way down his sides and towards where he was practically radiating heat. You took it into your hand and heard Amir muffle a sound against your neck as you slowly ran your fingers up and down his member, feeling the bumps along it, especially the much thicker one at the middle of it.
He began panting as you kept up your exploration, and eventually you drew back, an insistent thought in your mind of, what if I could put my mouth on it?
"Mind if I try something?" You asked, halting your movement and hearing him groan against your neck, his hands going up and down your sides.
"You can do anything you want to me, Babycakes." He practically sighed it, melting into the words as you giggled, pleased with the nickname. But then you sobered up, realizing you had no idea how you wanted to do this.
You slowly leaned down so your lips would be over his dick, and his breath caught. He was looking at you like he wanted this, whatever this is, and you simultaneously wanted to savor the moment and to give him everything he so much as hinted he wanted in splendid excess.
And so you begun, taking those conflicting wants in mind as you kissed the crown of his dick gently, then began trying to kiss down it. His hands shot down to your hair and you sighed against it, looking up at him through your lashes and watching as he gulped.
You smiled, then decided to test it further, opening your mouth and carefully putting it over his dick, being extremely mindful of your teeth.
He made a sound above you as he threw his head back and you kept going, trying to get as much of his into your mouth, managing to get to the large bump, even as he pushed you down further.
There was no real flavor, just warm skin that you wanted to play with. So you began sucking, twirling your tongue against him and listening for a reaction.
"Holy-!" He cut himself off, groaning and you started teasing along the base of him, hearing his panting grow louder as you did before the hands in your hair started pulling with more urgency.
You pulled back, hearing him sigh.
"That- uh." He struggled to catch his breath from the few seconds of being in your mouth. "We'll need to revisit that, sometime."
He got a strange expression on his face, like he was anxious, and you cupped his cheek, pulling him down against you. "I think I'd like that."
"Y-yeah?" He asked, eyes wide and breathing still irregular, the look of want in those beautiful dark gray eyes still clear as day. "This isn't a one time thing, then?"
"I don't think I could handle this being a one time thing. I'd want you too much for that." You murmured as he adjusted himself on top of you, your hand still on his face and the other tracing his chest, distracting the two of you by following patterns of scars that dip in to and push out from the skin.
He bent his knees at your hips, grabbing the hand on his face and pressing a soft kiss to the palm, smiling against it as he looked down at you. Something in your stomach fluttered as you looked up at him.
"Yeah?" He asked, "Mind if I try something next?"
You nodded, still transfixed on the soft affection he just showed you, and his eyes softened further as he looked at you, lowering down to kiss you more. As soon as you realized what he wanted to do, you moved your hand to properly hold his, feeling as he smiled against your lips before opening his for you.
He slowly dragged you out of your stunned state into a different state of being, one that was all sensation and touch. Where you felt light as a feather as you exchanged caresses, slowly discovering each other's body. Your fingers trailed along his electrical scars, and his fingers found your body particularly difficult to stop touching, leading to your giggles echoing around the room.
A few moments into your kiss, Amir began grinding against you. His flesh dragging against your thighs as you hummed and pulled him even closer, refusing to let go of his hand as you tugged it closer to your chest.
He pulled away, pupils blown wide with wanton need as he pressed his member against your center. "I need to be inside you…"
His panting against your ear left you shuddering, shivers running up your spine. And yet, you craved for more of his attention. "You sure you earned it, already?"
He groaned, squeezing your body against his as if to bid it farewell, before he lifted himself up, a cocky grin on his face. "Yeah? And how do I earn it, exactly?"
His fingers inched towards your core, making you tense in excitement. "Seems like you already have an idea for how to earn it."
He gave a quiet chuckle, then moved a bit so he'd hover over your chest, keeping his eyes locked on you the entire time as he began working your body with his fingers as he started stretching you out. The second you showed a bit of pleasure, a sigh, a moan, a groan, he latched onto your nipple, licking and kissing it, sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body.
You gasped, feeling his tongue do unimaginable things to you as you arched off from the bed, leaving him to hum against your flesh as he teased you. You must have spent an eternity just being touched and licked by him, and somewhere in your mind you wondered how long he could do this for, if you'd even survive him going all out of you. Then, he pulled away from your chest.
"Earned it, now?" He asked in a chuckle, and you desperately wanted to know what he'd do if you'd say no, but more than that, you wanted him inside you. You nodded quickly and he pulled you in for a kiss as he took his fingers out of you, swallowing the sound of your whine.
You were suddenly and violently aware of your your emptiness, even as he immediately moved to remedy it.
You groaned as he whimpered when he entered you, satisfied by the slight burn of his width as Amir buried his head in your neck.
Amir truly didn't think there was ever anything as tight and warm as you. You were too tight, and he had to stop and figure out how to proceed from here, without disappointing you by cumming too fast.
So he began to kiss your neck, trying to calm down, but that was a mistake as you began giggling, the walls of you quivering around his dick. He immediately regretted that decision as he groaned against the sensitive skin, trying to release your hand and grab onto your hips to still you.
"I can't-" He whimpered, grabbing hold of your hips and pushing you down. "I can't take much more…"
You smiled, pushing his head out of your neck to grab his lips in a kiss, but just before it you whispered against him. "Don't worry about it, let's just enjoy ourselves…"
"Fuck." He whimpered, then started thrusting against you, making you gasp as he began fucking you in earnest, irregular thrusts, his lips open as he huffed small breaths against yours, letting your hands explore his body.
"So good, Amir…" You praised. "Such a good boy."
He gave a whimper of your name as something warm shot against you, he buried himself deep inside you, his hands moving from your hips to your head, pulling you tight against him, your head in the junction between his neck and his shoulder.
You smiled, ready to end the night with that, but in a few moments, Amir was back in action. Pulling out of you and away from you to instead bury his head between your thighs.
"What are yo-oooh…" You sighed as he began working you with his tongue, ignoring the taste of him to please you as your hands tangled in his hair.
"Not gonna leave you hangin'." He smiled up at you, and you were struck with a strong wave of affection for the man. Pure and loving, even as he pulled noise after noise out of you.
Amir glanced up at you, not seeing much except the head of your bed as he was buried in your sex. He was rapidly growing harder just from the noises you were making, so maybe he could still salvage this. Maybe he could still fuck you properly, the way he wanted to. The way he was now sure you wanted.
He kept on kissing your sex, enjoying the sounds you were making, before he was sure that his entire body was ready for it. Hard and wanting, he pulled back, feeling your fingers in his hair try to push him back in before quickly letting up.
He grabbed one of your hands, putting it against his cheek as he lifted himself up again to be on top of you. "Ready for the second try?"
You bit your lip before nodding, and he smiled down at you, lowering his head a bit to kiss you as he slowly entered you.
"There we go…" He hummed as he slowly began moving with your legs finding purchase above his hips, ankles crossing above his back.
"Ready to go?" He asked as your hand slowly began moving on his face, drawing figures against his cheek. You nodded and then he began moving, pushing down at you to the point where it hurt your chest from how hard he was driving into you, but you were enjoying it far too much to complain.
You were loud, moaning his name, telling him how good he was. Making his focus sharpen as he continued dragging out more sounds from you, kissing you as he fucked you like he wanted to. Hard and fast, but still loving and caring, wanting to pleasure you. To convince you to call him back again.
Quickly enough, you were quivering against him like before when you were giggling, tightening against his sex and drawing out an odd, high pitched noise from him as he pushed against you, his hips giving a few more thrusts before stilling completely as he buried himself in you.
"Well," He panted, looking for words as he moved to lay besides you instead of on top of you.
"That was…" You tried, also lost for words, quickly growing distracted by the way you were still connected, unable to disconnect from how swollen he'd gotten, sealing your hole with his member.
"Yeah," He chuckled, "It definitely was."
You smiled at him and he gave a small, awkward smile back.
"So, uh…" He started, shifting a bit. "I should probably, uh, start getting ready to leave?"
A pang of hurt hit your chest, your smile dimming as you looked away from him, stealing your words.
Amir knew you too well for that to go unnoticed, though. His hand immediately pulling you back to look at him. "Hey, what's wrong? I thought- did you not want this?"
Your throat closed up on the words you wanted to say, so you decided to be bold. You straddled his hips, getting a choked back groan from him as he threw his head back from how overstimulated he was. As soon as he did, you buried your head between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling in close.
"I, hah… Take that as a 'wanted this to happen'?" He asked, huffing as his hands gently lowered to your back. You nodded.
"Okay, good…" He sighed, "You really worried me, you know? But if it's not that you're upset that this happened, then…?"
You held on tighter, and he froze.
"Do you… Do you not want me to go?" He asked.
You sighed, relieved that he understood it even without words and tightened your hold on him even more.
You could hear his smile in his voice as he spoke again, fingers on your back finally relaxing and starting to draw figures. "You know, next time, maybe just call me instead of asking Eleanor to get me. I'll be there in less than a second, babycakes."
"…Eleanor?"