Not the worst morning of Graves's life but it sure felt tiring. Hours seemed to have ran after they passed out but the rest it was supposed to bring wasn't there. Ugh... It was day time, could guess it from the light out there.
Not exactly like the morning after a hangover, it was more insidious. Energy drained, rather sluggish and very tempted just to stay in bed till afternoon. Ruts had this effect, after spending everything to relief. At least that part was done. No longer feverish but his mind wasn't very clear. Graves just hoped there wouldn't be too much thinking during the day. Hurts a bit.
Rolled on his side and found nothing to hold. Uh ? Eyes open, he looked for his partner, expecting him to be here after the night. He left ? That was still a possibility since Twisted Fate was the early bird here. Even if Graves wasn't really happy with that. Prefered to wake up with his partner, a rare time to enjoy.
Difficult but after focusing a little on his surroundings, he realized the man wasn't really gone. Clothes were neatly folded and left on the chair. So he's still here. Worry calmed down as fast, he relaxed back in bed.
At the same time memories came back too and it dawned on him that Twisted Fate wouldn't be in shape to go outside. Oh fuck, the heat. The least thing they needed and expected, even less since himself had his rut. Just thinking of the night awoke his arousal too, for the desperation found. Not the most ideal time to fuck but there was indeed a strange awe at being indispensable.
Sudden cold feeling, for the unlucky circumstances. He was ready for it but it came sooner. So what if his partner was planning to disappear again ? After their latest clash and cuddly talks under the blanket, it would be rather unlikely. But what did he know about Twisted Fate ? Never confirmed. Still that small fear of an illusion, a bluff.
Things happened and now his partner was stuck here. Obviously he wouldn't risk going outside now that the heat was started. Again Graves looked around, worried as long as he hadn't seen him. If there was still Twisted Fate's clothes here but he wasn't in the room then a simple deduction would indicate the bathroom. In fact there was a faint noise of water running but it could come from another room near.
Would be a pain to get up, it felt greatly better just to go back to sleep but responsability was part of partnership. Just checking on him. And maybe he could take a shower too, the night left some not so comfortable memories on skin and he just wanted to clean up. So he went to the bathroom with heavy steps, no care for his lack of clothing. This was private and wouldn't shock the latter anyway.
Just before he made it there, a low noise echoed. As he recognized the voice, Graves hurried to the door. It wasn't even fully closed. But no question for this.
The sight was pathetic, really. First thing he thought when he found Twisted Fate leaning against the tile, sitting under the shower, soaked. A pang of compassion for his partner, reduced to this. Not pleasant at all, without a doubt.
To be sure, he stopped the water and joined the latter's level. A bit scary not to see a reaction yet to his presence. « Hey, still alive ? » His hand went to his partner's face, turn it so he could meet his gaze.
The mere touch resulted in a short flinching but he succeed anyway. Under his fingertips Twisted Fate felt too hot, in a way that reminded him of his own ruts. The fever. Burning under skin, screaming for it to stop. The latter was panting softly but it was faster than a normal rhythm.
And his eyes. Exhaustion was the easiest to notice but under there was also that helpless hint so vocal during the night. Need, in several ways. A trail of tears down his cheeks.
For a man always in control, this was too vulnerable, even in such intimate situation.
Since he got no proper answer, Graves asked again : « Just tell me if you understand. Want to be sure yer not dying or anything. »
This time Twisted Fate nodded, gesture difficult to discern but he spoke too : « 'Am not fine, idiot. » It broke at the end of the sentence, too weak. Some struggling then he tried again : « This shit hurt like hell but I'm not planning to die soon. Bet you would miss me too much. »
« Of fucking course. » This was plain honesty because he couldn't really be mean right now. As normal as Twisted Fate tried to sound, he was in pain.
Silence came along a wide gaze directed to him. The latter shifted so he could rest back to the tile, facing Graves. Now he could see more of his sad state. The heat left him flushed, very restless and of course aroused like it wasn't allowed. Hard cock lying against his pelvis, darker color and a mess of precum or possibly previous release. The only positive thought was how nice his marks looked on him, bruised pale flesh.
At last Twisted Fate managed a few words : « Yeah ? Not even joking ? » Breathless, from deep in his chest.
« No, not a joke. »
It wasn't really calming to see his partner like this, just able to stay down and endure. Kicking someone already so low wasn't fun nor worth. He pushed a few strands off the latter's face after he sat in front of him. « Let me help. »
Floor was cold, like really really but under rut every little semblance of coolness was welcome. Graves took care not to press too hard against his skin, too sensitive. Hands ran down the latter's sides, soothing, stroking gently. What should I do ? No idea what would be good at the moment. Maybe Twisted Fate was too overwhelmed, it could hurt to make a mistake.
« Erm, what do you need ? To rub one off ? »
By himself Twisted Fate came closer, reaching for him with trembling hands. It traveled up Graves's arms before tightening the grasp, like under another wave of pain. He saw the man tense, hold harder. Once it was over, the latter rested his face over his shoulder, relishing the proximity.
A soft exhale then he spoke : « One. I think it will be enough. » Good effort made to climb on Graves's lap and curl into the contact.
This wasn't new that his partner would turn rather clingy sometimes. A few occasions, when the situation was safe and each time Graves enjoyed it. Welcomed Twisted Fate against him, shock of heated skin against even hotter one. For being a slave to that concentrated scent, invading his lungs as much as the room, it overtook his senses with arousal. Instinct, ready to act, to protect and satisfy. Strange, how his urges now dicted to take care of the latter while before it merely ordered to claim. A change of priorities, it would seem.
Now that Twisted Fate was leaning on him for support, he could feel his hard on too. Basic needs, not a surprise. They started to grind against each other, pace at first careful but it turned out to be insufficient.
Cocks brushing, friction so electrifying, they let go. Pawed at each other, held close. All sorts of noises came out of the latter, already gripping Graves to chase climax. He must be close. Several times his name resonnated, with a turn which left him emotional. Twisted Fate wouldn't meet his gaze, merely seeking relief out of him, face burried in his neck.
« How many... ? » He was curious. A heat could be terrible but the way it pushed someone to such debauched state was both frightening and arousing. Wondered since when the man was at it, if he fled to the bathroom to sate his urges or if he was just taken aback during a shower.
A confused noise was the only answer he got.
« Came how many times already ? Looks like you were quite busy alone, sure you needed my help ? »
There, understanding. And a choked whine when it hit Twisted Fate how vulgar the sight has been. The heat and rut took away inhibitions but sometimes reason came back for a few seconds, enough to burn of shame.
« T-Twice...Just that, I swear... » Quickly said before he keened, clinging to Graves. « Please touch me... »
« Got you, Tobias. Don't worry. »
Since he was to give it fast and good, it was easy to include himself in it. He wrapped his hand around their cocks, earning at the occasion another weak moan as praise. This would be short for Twisted Fate and without a doubt he would follow right after. So he stroke both of them tightly, swearing lowly at the already smooth glide result of precum. Fuck. Not the best way to satisfy someone else nor even just to relieve himself but it would do. Hoped that after that his partner could just go to sleep again.
A more fierce bucking then Twisted Fate came, again and again. This time his release wasn't as important, barely a trickle of fluid. But orgasm wrecked him with the same intensity than each time, devastation. It rendered him speechless, just able to slump forward against Graves.
The gasp was always sweet to hear, reward for this. Made him forget how sometimes the latter could be a pain in the ass.
The end was near for him too. Graves had let go of the other man's cock and focused on hiw own need for an instant. Nice, to feel that solid weigh abover him, continual presence to his side. Not alone. He jerked into the tight grip, bitting a few moans off and tried not to hurt Twisted Fate. At last it was enough, spilling his load between them with a groan.
No real reaction from the latter, he merely stayed pressed to him despite how dirty they were.
« Hey, don't fall asleep on me. Not yet. Got to clean us up. »
Incoherent mumbling next to him but at least that was a sign of life. Using a bit of strenght, he had Twisted Fate stand up, though he kept leaning to him for support. Loose embrace, hands lingering as comfort allowed. Even if he had to take it in charge, it was good to feel the other pressing sloppy kisses wherever he could, lips trailing on fresh bruises. At least it was a distraction.
The shower wasn't quick but it was done. Now Graves felt better and thought it was the same for the latter. Grabbed a towel to dry them fast then he took Twisted Fate back to bed. And he followed, without any question nor complaint. Just clung to him in silence.
Sheets weren't as clean but they wouldn't die from this. Carefully Graves put the latter to bed, still a bit surprised to see him so tired. Always have to do everything for him. Short sigh. Immediately Twisted Fate crawled back to his spot and curled up to sleep more. And pulled his partner with him at the same time. Fine.
Graves wasn't planning to go outside soon so he lie down too. Not even a second later the latter was snuggled up to him, arms around him and a promise to never let go. Guess I'll stay here. On his part, the rut was fairly diminished, just a warm reminder but not nearly as bothering than at the beginning. It took a ridiculously short time for Twisted Fate to fall asleep, surely calmed down and sated for long.
So he kept an eye on him before himself could rest again. Always touched to be able to see him like that, vulnerable yet allowing this kind of contact. His own alpha instinct was glad, contented.
Not over but at least it will get better.