Just Once in a While
Every once in a while, after all the fighting is done M needs something. It's not all the time, just when the fight was particularly vicious. Apollo can tell when M needs it because he'll come home, bruised and bloody. Without saying anything to his husband he'll stomp into the room, cross into the bathroom, drop his clothes on the floor and get in the shower. Apollo, on the other hand will make his way into the kitchen. Once there, he carefully peels a piece of ginger, places it on a plate, goes into the bathroom and places the plate on the counter next to the sink.
Apollo is laying on their bed, on his back, pretending to read. He doesn't miss the way that M walks, slightly stiff across the room and for the briefest of moments just stands at the side of their bed. Apollo puts the book down and opens his arms, a clear invitation for M to lie in his arms. M pulls the towel off that he had around his waist and just before he climbs in bed, Apollo smiles. "Let me see." It's a simple request, but one that has the other man's cheeks heating in embarrassment as he turns and bends slightly at the waist, grabbing his cheeks with his hands and spreading them slightly so that Apollo can see his hole. Apollo hums in approval as he can see the ginger nestled in between his husband's cheeks. "Does it hurt yet?"
M actually has to think about it, feeling as though the computer in his brain has shorted out. "Not enough to complain." He's not stupid, he knows the game that his husband is playing and he's more than willing to be a participant. He straightens up and climbs into bed, next to his husband.
As Apollo circles his arms around the chilled skin of M, urging him to pillow his head on his chest he smiles into M's hair. "Make sure you tell me when it starts to burn." M nods, not trusting his voice. Apollo rubs soothing circles on M's back as the minutes tick by, he knows by the size of the piece that he cut that it won't be long. He listens as M's breathing starts to hitch slightly. He knows that sometimes he has to coax the answer out of the other man, get him to admit that there is a pain that he can't control and can't breathe through. Other times, M whines in his throat before he admits that his hole is steadily burning. He smiles into M's hair, as M buries his face in his shoulder.
"Does it burn?"
M nods, it's barely noticeable, but Apollo notices. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?" Another nod. As Apollo manhandles M to his side, he slides the ginger out of his ass, just to smear the juices around his husbands all ready sore looking hole. He kisses the back of his husband's neck when he hissed at the sensation of the raw piece of ginger being rubbed across his hole. "Are you ready love?"
Instead of a verbal answer M moves so that he is facing the other man. He kisses him with more teeth than tongue as Apollo moves so that he is laying flat on his back. He pushes the covers aside to reveal that he is naked underneath. He smiles as he rolls a condom on his dick. Without being told M moves so that his legs are on either side of the other's waist and his ass is positioned just above Apollo's straining dick. Apollo cocks an eye brow almost as if he is asking what the hold up is, then with a shuddering breath M lowers himself on his husband. He can feel every inch of Apollo's cock as it stretches his hole. He can feel more than hear his husband's breath as he sinks all the way down. Apollo's cock, much like the rest of him is huge and even after all their time together, sometimes Midnighter still has to struggle to take him. As M sinks all the way down, he reflects that the ginger probably didn't help, he knows that ginger always makes his hole tighter,
M shivers again as Apollo moans. "I haven't met this much resistance trying to get in you, since we first started having sex." Apollo places his hands underneath Midnighter's knees, hitching them up so he can get deeper inside his husband. He keeps his hands holding M's knees almost to the point of being uncomfortable, but he knows that this is what he needs. Apollo is strong and more than capable of making M take all that he has to give. The way that Apollo is holding him, he can't really move, all he can do is just sit on Apollo's dick and take it. Apollo lets him slide down so that he is laying on top of him as his dick slides in and out of his hole. Without really allowing him to adjust he starts really fucking M's hole, keeping him impaled on his dick with really no where to go.
Midnighter's breathing is coming in harsh pants and Apollo moans as his hole keeps spasming on his cock. He changes the angle just a bit so that he is nailing his husband's prostate with every thrust. Midnighter moans deep in his throat. Apollo kisses the bit of skin that he can reach. He knows that this is intense, but he also knows that M is going to come.
"You're going to come on my cock, aren't you?" He smiles, this too is part of the game.
"No." M grounds out like it's an insult.
Apollo jabs his cock against the sensitive bundle of nerves, presses his cock into them and just holds M still. Midnighter is trying to move, all he ends up doing is squirming on the dick that is inside him. "No? You could have fooled me." For a few minutes, he just enjoys the feeling of M squirming on his cock, of that hole clenching and unclenching around his cock. He starts to move again, setting up a brutal pace as he fucks M's hole. M is making unintelligible sounds, they could be words but to Apollo they just sound like noise. Apollo relishes in the moans that M is trying to keep in and the sound of skin slapping into skin. He can tell the exact moment that M comes, not from the splatters of come on his chest, not from the way that M is pushing against the hold that he has on him but because of the higher pitched whimpers he makes. Not that Apollo would dare accuse The Midnighter of whimpering. With a final hard thrust Apollo is coming too.
Midnighter is slumped on top of Apollo, not for the first time grateful of the man's size. He likes to be held after sex, even if it hadn't been rough. Apollo would like nothing more then to lie there and do exactly that, but he doesn't want the come on his chest drying, potentially sticking them together and he knows that if M doesn't shower his ass is never going to forgive him. He places a kiss to the top of M's head.
"Mid, we need a shower and new sheets. Then we can cuddle and sleep." M grunts in response but gets up, dragging half of the bedding with him as he climbs off his husband, deposits the soiled linen in the hamper and trudges to the bathroom. Apollo chuckles as he strips the remaining linen off the bed and does the same.
Their shower is quick but sweet. In between soaping each other's bodies, they trade kisses; some slow, others just a press of lips. Midnighter takes care in washing his husband's long hair, even taking the time to use the conditioner that Apollo loves. Soon, their shower is finished, they dry each other off, neither one bothering to get re-dressed. They make the bed together, and slide into cool, clean sheets. The sheets start to warm with Apollo's natural heat, not that M minds. He just snuggles in closer, pillowing his head on Apollo's chest and drifting off to sleep.
It's a while before Apollo falls asleep. For the most part he is just content to lie there, carding the fingers of one hand through M's shorter hair, while holding him with the other. With a little luck, there will be no nightmares tonight. He drifts off eventually listening to the even breathing of the man that he could gladly go back to hell for.