Will eventually repost (cross-post?) to AO3. This is for shits and giggles. I tried using different tenses to show reality vs fantasy bits, but I'm not quite sure if I like how it flows.
Also: I've apparently used before, but I don't ever remember doing so. Sorry if the 'Romance' genre is uh, a tad bit innapropirate for a pure smut fic, but it fits the best.
xoxox
Wander knew he was absolutely fucked.
Wander was sitting in one of Hater's cells after being captured by the skeleton yet again. This didn't surprise him much, really- he got captured at least once every other week at this rate. However, judging by the warmth creeping up in him, this visit was going to be anything but typical.
He glanced around his cell, taking in his surroundings. Sylvia was off in another cell across from his, sleeping soundly. There was no guards to be seen or heard, and no one had bothered to take away his hat. Lucky him.
The cold ground Wander was sitting upon was a stark contrast to the heat he felt between his legs. He was unbearbly turned on. Thinking about his situation, he decided he had a choice between one of two options: he could either get himself off quickly, before Sylvia woke up or a Watchdog wandered by, or try to ignore it. The problem with the second option wa that there was nothing for him to distract himself with, and he didn't quite feel up to escaping his cell and potentially running into Hater.
Hater.
The mere thought of the villain was enough for Wander to feel a slight twinge in his stomach. It was no secret that he was head over heels for the skeletal man, at least to everyone except Hater himself. Softly sighing, as to not be heard by his friend, Wander pulled off his hat and laid it next to him as a safety precaution. That way he could easily slip in and pretend to sleep if anyone walked by.
With his head resting against the cold wall, providing a welcome relief to the stuffy and comusing heat that had settled upon him, Wander let his mind drift back to thoughts about Hater. Oh, Wander had it bad, and he knew it. The man was irresistible to him, with his large hands and his powerful, commanding voice.
Wander ran a gentle finger along his lips, coaxing a small sigh out of him. He wanted Hater. He wanted him to murmur in his ear words of lust and desire, with his voice catching every so often from arousal. He wanted him to kiss him over and over, trailing down his body and resting near his privates. He wanted him to tease and prod at him with long, strong fingers, thrusting deep into him.
Dipping a finger into himself, he brought his other hand up to his mouth to muffle any sounds he might make. His lower regions were already damp, thankfully. He slowly began to finger himself, his breathing becoming heavy and heated.
Hater. Hater taking his much smaller body in his hands, holding him tight yet carefully as he rubs a finger against his slit.
Wander bit his lip.
Hater, kissing him passionately as works his fingers, scissoring and stretching and filling the smaller one up.
Wander's back arched as he slid another finger into himself.
Hater, holding Wander's arms above his head with just one, large hand, while thrusting his fingers into him at an increasing speed.
Panting, Wander laid himself down onto the floor, spreading his legs wider to get a better angle. A knot was forming in his stomach as he pictured Hater being the one to fuck him raw. He slid in deeper, faster, harder, until he could feel it in his very core. Suddenly, his legs tightened and clenched together, his toes curled, his breath caught, his back arched, and for a moment he was frozen in ecstasy.
Wander laid there motionless, enjoying the blissful feeling in his limbs as it slowly faded away. He didn't move until his breathing slowed to a more even rate. Once he felt ready to, he climbed into his hat, closed his eyes, and waited in peace.