The response wasn't long to wait, quite sloppy, a step in this first contact. In a great paradox, his body craved the touch even if his own skin grew hotter so he embraced Twisted Fate. This was the closer they got till then and it already was too much for Graves, his last bit of mind thrown by the window with his inhibitions.
For a few seconds he pulled off and stared with wide eyes at the card master, who saw the inner conflict. « It's okay » Visibly he wasn't sure about the choice to make so the latter encouraged him « You can take me » Then he dived to renew the kiss.
This seemed to work, Graves getting more involved in the exchange as they pawed at each other. He grew impatient, his body pressing a more urgent matter so he lifted his partner to bring him to his bed with hurried steps. The card master couldn't even have the time to think of another way to turn on the latter before he found himself pressed to the mattress by a bigger frame radiating warmth. The handling wasn't rough, just not really coordinated but the gods be damned, he was here for the strenght the outlaw could display.
During this, Graves had moved his attention to the man's neck, leaving marks without care if it would last. The scent of Twisted Fate wasn't like the one expected from a typical omega, sweet like honey but instead a mix of his usual cologne and something salty like sea water. It made his head spin nevertheless, wondering how he could smell so good and yet not have half of the city's alphas to his feet.
The worship adorning little by little his skin distracted completely Twisted Fate, getting more aroused as time passed while the latter merely grinded against him. « Malcolm. Too much clothes. » He nearly choked on his words at the delicious friction over his cock when the other bucked more fiercely.
Graves got the message anyway and let enough distance to take off his partner's pants, leaving him exposed and spread under his ardent gaze. The appreciative look was also shared by Twisted Fate, quite happy to be right there, sprawled on the bed with a direct sight on the bothered alpha. Time to see what he got. Playing on the unabashed look roaming his smoother skin, Twisted Fate made sure he had the latter's attention as his hand went to his entrance. In a breath he swore at the already present slick, result of the making out, then he slipped in one finger to prepare himself.
The effect was even more effective than desired as Graves undressed quickly to watch the show and later stroke his neglected cock. Twisted Fate took it as a go to continue and added another digit, then a third to accomodate the better at what was coming next. He would feel ashamed of his own body reaction but to imagine that cock stretching him was enough not to care.
The outlaw forced him to pull out his fingers, only to replace it by his, looking for more noises from the cardmaster. The suddenness of his act made the latter arc his back slightly off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as a surprised cry pierced through him. Putting his need aside for a small moment to relish in the uncontrolled moans of the latter, Graves went back at it with a shaky pace, trying to aim at this switch deep inside him.
Twisted Fate felt the telltale of orgasm so he reluctanly refrained him : « Enough. Fuck me already- » Despite himself he sounded debauched, ready to snap at the lightest caress and as feverished as the other.
And it worked, in an instant Graves was back over him, grabbing him by the hips to position himself. For a split second, he paused and Twisted Fate could have cried if he didn't at last pushed into his willing body. He went all the way in with no resistance, leaning closer to his partner's face in his battle for air. The latter whined low at the fullness and proximity with the other, looking up to cup gently his face and give a kiss
Graves stayed close as he started a slow pace, already feeling the edge coming too fast. But Twisted Fate wanted none of it and rocked back to meet his thrusts, groaning when he hit his prostate. Not able to resist, the outlaw complied and fucked him thoroughly, seeking the release his body craved. So the cardmaster took it, clinging to the burning body without a thought for the possible marks as he screamed his pleasure to the ceiling. He loved every instant of it, to be pounded into the mattress in a rough display not without its own kindness, like afraid to hurt.
« Fate... » His voice was strained, a breathless whisper next to the other man ear.
He felt the alpha spill his semence deep inside of him as the knot took place and stretched him even more. Graves slowed the rhythm as he rode his climax, caging in his arms the other man. Coming down his high, he moved his attention to the latter writhing in the embrace.
The desperate gaze was enough to understand that he hadn't come yet : « Please…. »
Like sobered up, Graves was lightly shook by such vulnerability but did as asked and stroked hard and fast his bedmate. Twisted Fate found his release with a sob, splattering between the two of them as he fell back on the bed. His hair was a mess but Graves liked the way he looked right now, spent and relaxed.
« Fuck yes ! Thanks. » He had this contented grin, more genuine than the usual and it took the outlaw a bit by surprise.
For now, he had some peace and sadly for him, his reason came back too while he registered all that happened. We fucked. We fucked… Oh the drowned god be damned.
Not noticing – or caring – for the realisation readable on Graves's face, Twisted Fate leaned to burry his in the neck of the alpha to scent him. He gave a satisfied purr while the other stiffened under the intimate move and they ended up locking gazes – one full of disbelief against an happy one.
« What ? You're already having regrets ? » He sounded indeed amused but the cardmaster really wanted his answer, it would change some things if he had been mistaken.
« No ! Not at all ! » Graves face kept the same shade of red.
« Then why are you doing that face ? I wasn't good enough ? » His tone was quite cheerful, playing with him like he always liked to do.
« You already know you were, damnit ! Just shut up. » It was incredible how this man could get his nerves and yet here he was, cock deep in this sassy shit talker.
It only made Twisted Fate laugh, something rare then he pulled the outlaw in a kiss, with just a hint of tongue before he parted : « By the way, my name is Tobias. »
« What ? » This time Graves was lost.
« Tobias. My real name. You really thought TF wasn't an alias ? »
« No, of course no. It's just…. Why do you tell me now ? » He was at loss of words, looking for a way to voice his questions.
« Because we fucked. I give my name only to the one I bed. » He got this stupid grin again.
Just for that, Graves wanted to hit him but another urge came along, some feelings coiling in his chest and pushing to keep the man close. And among all this mess, his rut gave a reminder, making his cock twitch in the velvet warmth surrounding him. A groan slipped, loud enough to get Twisted Fate's attention.
« Oh, you're still hard ? » To make sure, he clenched down on the member then smiled at the tightening of the embrace around him. He rolled both of them over so Graves was on his back, straddled by the cardmaster.
Though he had come not long ago, Twisted Fate rolled his hips, setting a steady pace that earned him a dranw-out moan from the latter. Graves hands came to rest on his waist and as things got heated, he bore him down in his erratic thrusts. Playing on the edge of overstimulation, Twisted Fate rocked back with all he had and successfuly it was enough to rip another climax out the alpha. Graves trembled and came in a silent cry, hands surely leaving a few bruises to the omega.
The latter collapsed on the outlaw's chest, exhausted but not regretting this. They stayed like this till the knot pull off and TF could move, though he didn't came back to his own bed and prefered to bother Graves in his already too small one.
For now, Graves couldn't care less, just wanting to have some rest as he coaxed closer Twisted Fate.
