After finishing their food, they spent all night on the sofa watching stupid comedy films, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Thrax slowly opened his eyes and looked down to see Ozzy sleeping face down on his chest, snoring softly.
Despite being in an incredibly uncomfortable position, Thrax stayed where he was and tried to move as little as possible to let Ozzy sleep a little bit longer.
After a while, he gently stroked his head and ran his claws along his back. Ozzy woke up, rubbed his eyes and looked up at Thrax, before burying his face in his jumper again. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, "I'm tired."
Thrax jostled him a bit, saying, "yeah and I'm being crushed against the arm of the sofa, get off me, Jones." Ozzy shook his head and grabbed onto Thrax's jumper.
Thrax raised an eyebrow and stood up, but Ozzy held onto him and wrapped his legs around his waist. Thrax tried to pull him off of him, but he just clung on tighter.
"What are you, six years old? Get off me!", he said, trying to sound threatening.
"You're just so comfy and warm, I wanna be close to you."
"Oh, well, that's very nice, but my back is killing me, so unless you let go right now, I'll have no choice but to tickle you."
Ozzy tightened his legs around his waist even more. "You wouldn't dare."
Thrax dug his claws into his side, making him yelp. He let go and fell down onto the floor, before grabbing a cushion and throwing it at Thrax. "That's not tickling, you git!"
Thrax rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen, asking Ozzy if he wanted anything to eat.
Ozzy got up to follow him and put his arms around his waist. "Yeah, you."
"Jones! You're insatiable! And I thought I was bad", Thrax said as he reached for two mugs and turned on the kettle.
Ozzy frowned and let go of his waist. Someone's in a bad mood today. He started mindlessly rummaging through a few of the drawers, until he found some cling film, and suddenly had an idea. I know what'll cheer him up!
When Thrax wasn't looking, he took it out of the drawer and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
He ripped off about half a metre of cling film and lifted the toilet seat and lid before wrapping it over the toilet bowl and wedging one end behind the back. He laughed quietly to himself and lowered the toilet seat, leaving the lid open.
He washed his hands and opened the door, whistling as he walked out into the kitchen again. He quickly shoved the cling film back in the drawer and started drumming his fingers on the counter top. The trap was set, now all he had to do was wait.
The kettle had boiled and Thrax started to make their coffees. He added lots of milk and sugar into Ozzy's, before holding it out for him to take. "What's so funny?", he asked, after seeing his face.
"Nothin', I'm just happy. Is that not allowed?"
"No, but you seem almost too happy. What have you done, Jones?"
Ozzy quickly took the mug from Thrax and ran over to sit on the sofa. He took a big swig to try and hide his smile, burning his tongue in the process. "Nothin'! Man, this coffee is hot!"
Thrax came and sat next to him and watched him from the corner of his eye while he drank his coffee. Ozzy could feel that he was still suspicious of him, and tried to strike up a conversation to distract him.
"So, what d'ya wanna do today? I wanna see the sights, and also try some more food, and maybe buy some more clothes. What about you?", Ozzy babbled.
Thrax finished his drink and put his mug on the coffee table. "Sounds good, baby, whatever you want. It's your first proper day in another city, so you can decide what we do today."
Ozzy grinned and continued drinking his coffee. Thrax stood up and stretched, before heading to the bathroom. Ozzy followed him with his eyes and started shaking with anticipation. Pulling pranks was one of his favourite things to do, and he got such a thrill whenever he managed to pull one off.
He heard the lock click and could hardly contain his excitement. He waited a few moments, gripping his mug tightly, and tried to listen to what was going on in the bathroom. Then, he heard Thrax yell. A big smile spread across his face and he jumped up from the sofa to try and find a hiding spot.
"Jones, you little shit! What the fuck is wrong with you?", Thrax shouted as he burst through the door. Ozzy darted behind the bed and wiggled underneath it, giggling like a little kid.
"You've ruined my new trousers!", Thrax continued as he stalked across the room. He kneeled down, grabbed Ozzy's ankle and harshly pulled him out from under the bed.
"Ow, that hurt, you prick", Ozzy said with a frown, but he started laughing again when he saw Thrax's expression.
"You're a real piece of shit, you know that?!" Thrax yelled as he yanked Ozzy to his feet. He picked him up off the ground by his shoulders and dug his claws in slightly.
Ozzy winced and wiggled around under Thrax's grasp. "It was just a joke, I thought it would make you laugh", he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He realised that maybe this prank wasn't such a good idea when he saw Thrax's eyes now burning with rage.
Shit shit shit, he's really mad. Ozzy frowned at him and clenched his teeth, trying not to show how scared he felt. "Let go of me! You're hurtin' me, you dickhead!"
Thrax growled and dug his claws in more, not noticing that he had pierced his membrane. Ozzy yelled and shook his head from side to side, babbling apologies and pleading to be let go.
Thrax groaned and released his grip, dropping Ozzy to the floor. "You're gonna clean the bathroom. Now", he ordered, before taking his trousers off and throwing them into the corner of the room. "What's gotten into you? You've been acting like a bratty little kid all morning."
Ozzy rubbed his shoulders and nodded, before standing up and slowly traipsing towards the bathroom.
As he cleaned up the mess, Thrax went to grab a new pair of trousers from the wardrobe, when he noticed that he had some sort of gel-like substance running down his claws.
"What the fuck is tha-", he started, and then it dawned on him. It was Ozzy's cytoplasm. His anger immediately melted away and his heart sank. "Oh fuck fuck fuck, I'm such a piece of shit."
He ran into the bathroom to find Ozzy drawing a bath, his bottom lip quivering and his eyes teary. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry", Thrax said quietly. Ozzy jumped when he heard his voice, which made Thrax feel even worse.
Thrax slowly approached him and pulled him into his chest, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm sorry I hurt you and said all those nasty things, Ozzy", he whispered, "I'm not very good with those sorts of jokes."
Ozzy shook his head and sniffed. "No, it was a stupid joke. I-I've prepared you a bath to say sorry."
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and wiggled out from under Thrax's arms to grab some candles from the cupboard. He started laying them around the edge of the bath and on the floor, mumbling, "this hotel really is amazing, they've thought of everything…"
Thrax tested the water and heated it up slightly with his claw. He gestured for Ozzy to get in.
"But it's for you", Ozzy said, blinking at him.
Thrax smiled softly. "I'm not getting in there without you." Ozzy shrugged and lifted his arms for Thrax to start taking off his clothes.
He carefully peeled Ozzy's shirt off of him, and could see the deep scratch marks he had left on his shoulders. He winced and gently wiped off the cytoplasm that was dripping down his arms with a towel, before taking the rest of his clothes off and then his own.
Thrax lit all the candles with his claw and turned off the light, before easing himself into the bath. Ozzy followed and sat down between Thrax's legs, with his back against his stomach.
Thrax cupped his hands and got some bath water to pour over Ozzy's shoulders. "Again, I'm so sorry. I didn't wanna hurt you, honest, I just... lost it. I don't know why I have such a bad temper. I need to learn to control myself."
Ozzy hissed as the water flowed over the scratches, and he turned himself around to kneel in front of Thrax. "Yeah, you do. That absolutely cannot happen again. I'll admit that my prank was stupid, but you can't overreact like that", he said forcefully.
Thrax nodded and lifted his claw. "I promise nothing like that will happen again." Ozzy hesitated, before intertwining his pinky finger with Thrax's claw and smiling. "And I promise I won't pull any of my stupid pranks on you." They stared at each other for a few seconds, until Ozzy reached over Thrax to get the shower gel.
He poured some in his hands and started lathering it over Thrax's chest. Thrax sighed contentedly and closed his eyes as Ozzy continued washing him. His hands were so soft and gentle on his rough skin, and he tilted his head back, whispering, "where have you been all my life, baby?"
Ozzy went down his stomach and over his middle, before working his way down his legs. He then edged forwards slightly and sat up on his knees, telling Thrax to lower his head.
He did as he was told, and Ozzy poured water over his hair, before gently untangling his braids one by one. He rubbed shampoo in his hair and massaged it into his scalp. Then he grabbed the shower head and rinsed it out.
Thrax lifted his head back up and pushed his hair out of his eyes. It flowed over his shoulders and was much longer now that it was loose. Ozzy moved a lock of hair out of his face and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Thrax put his hands around his waist and pulled him closer, humming into the kiss.
After a few seconds, Ozzy broke away and leaned back to gaze at him.
Under the candle light, his sharp features seemed softer, and with his hair now loose and flowing over his shoulders, Ozzy couldn't take his eyes off of him. "You're so beautiful", he said with a smile.
Thrax laughed and stroked his cheek. "Thank you, baby. I think that's the first time anyone's ever used that word to describe me."
Ozzy cocked his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Well I'll tell you more often then!", he said enthusiastically.
Thrax chuckled and started washing Ozzy's shoulders with soap, taking extra care over his scratches.
"Do you still think I'm a good person, baby?", Thrax asked quietly.
Ozzy looked him in the eyes and nodded. "Yeah, course! You've got a hell of a temper problem, but you knew what you did was wrong, so now you've apologised and it's fine. Just don't let it happen again, or we'll have a problem." Thrax smiled slightly and continued washing him.
When he finished, he reached for two towels and placed them over the side of the bathtub. He stepped out and lifted Ozzy out by his waist before pulling him into his chest and wrapping a towel around him. "I-I'm sorry, Ozzy. I love you so much, I hope you know that", he whispered, burying his face in the crook of Ozzy's neck.
Ozzy hugged him back and kissed him on the chest. "I know. I love you too." They stayed like this for a while, with Ozzy stroking up and down Thrax's back and Thrax holding him around the waist.
Thrax exhaled sharply and kissed him on the forehead, before gently drying him off. Ozzy returned the favour and went to get the hotel dressing gowns from the wardrobe.
As he handed Thrax's to him, he looked into his eyes and whispered, "it's okay", and Thrax smiled sadly.
They put the dressing gowns on, and Ozzy ran into the living room, leapt onto the sofa and gestured for Thrax to come sit next to him with a big grin on his face.
Thrax plonked himself down next to Ozzy and put his arm around him. "Can you help me redo my braids later?"
Ozzy turned around to look at him with a frown. "But you look so good with your hair like this", he protested, before slowly running his fingers through it.
"It's annoying like this though, it gets in my face all the time", he started saying, but found it hard to continue when Ozzy began massaging his head.
He leaned his head towards Ozzy, closed his eyes and started quietly humming. Ozzy sat up on his knees and kept on massaging him, until he noticed a big scar on the back of his neck.
"Hey, what's that?"
Thrax opened his eyes slightly when Ozzy traced his fingers over his scar. "Oh, just something my momma gave me. She always thought I needed 'toughening up'."
Ozzy's eyes widened and he sat back down. "Your mom did that to you?"
Thrax nodded. "Yep, she's a real treat."
Ozzy blinked at him and continued massaging his head. "It didn't even occur to me that you would have a family… where are they now?"
"I haven't got the slightest idea, baby, they could all be dead for all I know", Thrax said, leaning his head towards him and closing his eyes. "God, you're so good with your hands..."
"Heh, I know. It's like I told ya, I'm amazin' at everything" He paused, before saying, "tell me about your family."
"Pfft, I'd really rather not, they're all jealous, possessive, obsessive, cruel, bad-tempered…"
Ozzy laughed and raised his eyebrows at that, and Thrax lifted his head and pinched his cheek. "Yeah, a lot like me, I suppose… What about your family? Don't you miss them?"
Ozzy quickly shook his head. "I don't have a family. My parents kicked me out at 16 because I failed my immunity entrance exams. They said I was a disappointment to the whole Jones family and told me not to come back, and that's the last I heard from them. When I became a cop I tried gettin' back in touch with them, but they didn't wanna know."
"Shit", Thrax whispered, as he stroked Ozzy's cheek. "I guess we're both pretty fucked up."
Ozzy shrugged and put his head on Thrax's lap. "At least we have each other." He closed his eyes and started drawing circles on Thrax's thigh with his finger.
They stayed like this for a while, until Thrax patted Ozzy's shoulder and said, "come on, let's get dressed. We've got a lot to do today."
They spent the rest of the morning visiting different places around the city. They went to the left eye to have a look at the world outside, and then to the Museum of Maria.
"So that's her name. Well, she may be healthier than Frank, but look at how boring her life is! All she does is work out and eat salads. Couldn't be me", Ozzy stated.
"No kidding", Thrax muttered under his breath, and Ozzy jabbed him in the ribs.
Before heading home they went to a market to buy some groceries. Thrax chose what to buy, since Ozzy had been demoted to basket carrier after the dodgy purchases he had made the last time.
Thrax grabbed some donuts and hot chocolate and waved them in front of Ozzy's face, making him grin from ear to ear.
They also went to a few clothes stalls and picked up some items for each other. They made a deal that they weren't allowed to see what the other one had bought, but Thrax promised not to buy anything that made Ozzy look like someone's sexual play thing.
When they got home, Thrax told Ozzy to go and hang the clothes up while he unloaded the shopping.
When everything was put away, they sat on the sofa with a box of donuts and two coffees that Thrax had prepared. "This reminds me of our first date", Thrax said.
"We haven't been on a… wait… you think that was a date?"
"Well, yeah. We ate food and talked about our feelings. I think I even kissed your head at one point. What else would you call that?"
Ozzy paused and grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We still need a proper official date though. Can we eat out tonight?"
Thrax nodded and pushed the donut box towards him. "Go on, I know you're dying to have one."
Ozzy's eyes lit up and he grabbed the biggest donut in the box. He closed his eyes and bit down. A horrible taste filled his mouth and he felt as if he was going to be sick. He ran over to the kitchen and spat it into the bin.
Thrax was in stitches, and Ozzy frowned at him, before looking down at the rest of the donut in his hand. Something white and viscous was seeping out of the middle, instead of the usual red filling.
He cautiously brought it up to his face and sniffed it; it was mayonnaise. "You shit!", he yelled, and ran over to the sofa, before jumping on Thrax's lap, donut still in hand. "The student truly has become the master", he said, dangling the donut over Thrax's head, threatening to pour the mayonnaise on him.
Thrax grabbed his wrist and took the donut from him before chucking it across the room. He then pushed him down onto the sofa to lean over him with a triumphant grin on his face.
"Got you", he taunted.
"Yeah, alright, you got me", Ozzy said, "that was a good one, I gotta admit. How did ya think of it?"
"Well, I had to get you back for this morning. When we were shopping I saw the donuts and inspiration struck. I thought: why not hit him where it hurts?"
Ozzy propped himself up on his elbows. "So does that mean I get to scratch you now?"
"Oh, I wish you would!", Thrax replied suggestively.
Ozzy shook his head and stuck his tongue out at him before wiggling out from under him. "I want a donut, a proper donut. Did you fuck with all of them?"
"No, I promise. Only that one, the rest are safe." Ozzy took another donut and made a small hole with his thumbs to see inside. He sighed with relief when he saw the usual jam filling and stuffed it in his mouth. As he was chewing, Thrax handed him his coffee before grabbing his own and taking a sip.
Ozzy swigged his coffee and his eyes shot open. He turned his head and spat the coffee all over the floor beside the sofa, and Thrax started cackling. Ozzy snapped his head round to look at him and scowled.
"The coffee too?!"
"Yeah, got you again! I put a fuckload of salt in there. You should see your face right now", Thrax put one hand over his mouth and slapped his knee with the other as he continued laughing.
Ozzy's scowl quickly turned into a grin when he saw how much fun Thrax was having. He liked seeing him loosen up like this. "So does this mean we can have a prank war?", Ozzy asked excitedly.
"No, baby, maybe on your birthday if you really want." Thrax looked around the room; the carpet was stained with salty coffee and the wall by the door was covered in a mayonnaise-donut paste.
"We gotta clean this up, God knows how expensive the cleaning charges are in this hotel."
They cleaned everything up and then spent the rest of the afternoon watching Ozzy's favourite cop movies and drinking hot chocolate.
Thrax drifted off halfway through the third film, and his head rolled onto Ozzy's shoulder. Ozzy turned around to face him and smiled. What a cutie, he thought to himself, and started gently stroking his hair.
He watched the rest of the film, and when it had finished he prodded Thrax on the cheek to wake him up. "Hey, time to get up, I'm hungry. Can we go out to eat now?"
Thrax rubbed his eyes, before yawning and stretching his arms up. He looked at Ozzy through hooded lids and muttered, "you're always asking to be fed, it's like I've got a fuckin' puppy following me around."
Ozzy stood up and pulled at his sleeve. "Come on, let's get changed, you haven't seen what I bought you yet. You're gonna LOVE it."
Thrax mumbled something under his breath and ambled after Ozzy to the wardrobe. Ozzy put his hands on the handles and turned his head to face him. "Okay, three…two…ONE!" He opened the wardrobe and Thrax's jaw almost hit the floor. Hanging there in front of him was his worst nightmare, a pure white suit with a black collar.
"Wait, there's more", Ozzy teased, as he held up a black bow tie and a white top hat. "And you've gotta wear them with these", he rummaged around at the bottom of the wardrobe and picked up some brown brogues.
"There is no way I'm wearing that, Jones, I look ridiculous in white", he snarled.
"Yeah, I know! But you said I could choose your outfit for the next time we went out, so here ya go. Now, stop gripin' and get them on, mister." He took the suit off the hanger and threw it at Thrax.
"Hey, don't throw it like that, you cretin, you'll crease it! I don't want to look any more ridiculous than I have to."
Ozzy put on the clothes that Thrax had bought for him and was pleasantly surprised by how normal they all were. He had chosen dark green cargo pants and a tight white top, with a black chain necklace to match the hypothalamus chain around his wrist.
"Not a sparkle in sight, and you can't see my bare chest through it, lovely jubbly", he said cheerfully.
"Fuck you, Jones", Thrax grumbled, pulling his white trousers over his legs. He put a white shirt on and then the jacket, and Ozzy ran round to his front to help him do the buttons up. He stood on his tiptoes to loop the bow tie around his neck and then jumped a few times to try and put the top hat on his head.
"Give me that", Thrax barked, and took the hat off of him to place on his head.
They stood in front of the mirror and Thrax felt a blush spread across his cheeks. "Now that's what I call spiffy, you look a-maz-ing!", Ozzy said, beaming from ear to ear, "everyone's gonna think we're fancy English people or somethin'!"
They walked down the street, Ozzy having to practically drag Thrax by the wrist all the way. If ever any cell dared to even glance in Thrax's direction he would light up his claw and yell at them to fuck off.
Ozzy would laugh nervously and try to hurry Thrax along, mouthing an apology at the unfortunate cell that had simply looked in the wrong direction at the wrong time.
To their relief, they found a restaurant pretty quickly, and it seemed to be a rather fancy one judging from outside appearances. Ozzy bowed in front of Thrax and started speaking in an exaggerated posh English accent, "good sir, this looks to be exactly your kind of establishment, shall we make haste and enter?"
"Jones!", Thrax said through gritted teeth, "shut up! Don't draw any more attention to me."
Ozzy looked up and grinned at him, before grabbing his hand and running into the restaurant. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the elegant décor and all the eyes turning to look at him for making such a brash entrance. He now felt a little nervous himself, realising that he stood out more in his casual outfit than Thrax did in his suit.
"A table for two", Thrax said to the hostess, who was eyeing him up and down and smirking. He narrowed his eyes and said quietly, "are there any tables that are hidden away at all?" She nodded and took them both to a booth in the far corner of the room, before giving them their menus and scurrying off.
"She was laughing at me, Jones, you shit."
"Well you do look ridiculous."
Thrax frowned at him and took off his top hat, put it on Ozzy's head and pushed it down over his eyes. "Right, well, choose what you want to eat and then we'll order."
Ozzy pushed the hat up and picked up the dessert menu. His heart started racing then when he realised that he didn't understand a single word on it. "Thrax, what's a… creem broolee?"
Thrax blinked at Ozzy and snatched the menu off him, then started laughing loudly. "A crème brûlée is a French dessert, it's like custard that's been burnt on the top."
Ozzy scrunched up his face and scooted over to sit next to Thrax so he could look at the menu again.
His eyes widened and he looked up at him in desperation when he read the rest of the menu. "The French have made these words as ridiculous as possible to try and make us look stupid when we mispronounce them. I mean what the fuck is a m… mil fayoolee?!"
"Mille-feuille", Thrax corrected, trying not to let a smile creep across his face.
"Right well, you order for me, I'm not makin' a fool of myself tryna pronounce this shit", he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.
Thrax put his arm around him and grabbed the other menu from the middle of the table. "Okay… I think you'd like Le Frésinat for your main, it's not super fancy and is mainly meat, and as a starter we can share une fondue au fromage, sound good?"
Ozzy still looked puzzled, until Thrax added, "it's like a big pot of melted cheese." Ozzy then grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
The waitress came over, left a bottle of red wine on the table and took their orders, lifting the writing pad in front of her face to hide the fact she was smirking, both at Thrax's outfit and at the way Ozzy had brazenly asked for "the big pot of melted cheese."
As soon as she had left, Thrax poured the wine and passed a glass to Ozzy. "À ta santé, mon petit chou", he said, and clinked his glass against Ozzy's.
"Ah ta sontay, mon petty shoe", Ozzy repeated, before chugging half the glass.
By the time the cheese fondue had arrived, they had already finished the bottle of wine between them, plus two or three (okay, maybe four) shots of rum each, and both of them were past the point of just tipsy. Thrax clumsily waved the empty bottle about in the air for the waitress to bring them another one, a big smile on his face and his eyelids heavy.
"Yeah, and bring more bread!", Ozzy slurred, before swigging the last of the wine in his glass. He swung his head round to look at Thrax and grinned, his teeth stained a soft purple. He grabbed him by the cheeks and said, louder than he probably realised, "you're so fuckin' sexy and sophisticated in that suit, it's like I'm on a date with James Bond. I just wanna rip it off you right now."
Thrax laughed loudly and replied, "whatever it takes for you to let me out of this thing as soon as possible." Ozzy swivelled his head round to check that no one was looking at them and grabbed Thrax by the wrist.
He dragged him into the bathroom and pushed him into a cubicle, before heavy-handedly undoing his bowtie and ripping his shirt open.
Thrax tore his jacket and trousers off, helped Ozzy out of his clothes and chucked them over into the next cubicle. He lowered the toilet seat and lifted him up to stand on it, before wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing him passionately.
Ozzy threw his arms around Thrax's neck and opened his mouth, and Thrax clumsily shoved his tongue in and pushed him back until he was against the wall. He tore Ozzy's hands from around his neck and pinned them against the wall above his head.
A jolt of what could only be described as pure lust shot through Ozzy's body at that point. He was completely at Thrax's mercy, and he loved it. He moaned loudly into the kiss, before breaking away and whispering, "I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name."
Thrax widened his eyes and felt a blush spread across his cheeks. He couldn't explain it, but there was something so ridiculously hot about hearing little Ozzy, with his seemingly innocent appearance, begging to be fucked like an animal in a public toilet at a fancy restaurant. A salacious grin spread across his face and he released his grip around his hands.
He untied the hypothalamus chain from around his wrist and knotted it around the pipe running through the ceiling just above them. He lifted Ozzy up and pulled him into a kiss, before wrapping the chain around both of his wrists and securing it with a knot.
The binding was makeshift and uncomfortable, but Ozzy was so drunk and aroused, he didn't seem to care. He hung there while Thrax took his shirt off and ripped two long pieces out of it. He kissed Ozzy deeply, before whispering in his ear, "do you trust me?" Ozzy nodded quickly and whimpered, desperate for Thrax to start doing whatever he had in mind.
"Good boy", Thrax purred, and covered his eyes with one piece of cloth, before gagging him with the other. Thrax moved back a bit to admire what was in front of him and bit his lip. I can't believe he's letting me do this.
"If you ever need me to stop, or be let down, you let me know, baby. Tap me three times with your foot and we'll stop, okay?"
Ozzy nodded and Thrax grinned. He grabbed Ozzy by the waist and pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together. He pulled Ozzy's legs around his waist and reached round to his butt. He grabbed a handful of flesh and squeezed harshly, relishing the way it made Ozzy groan, before spanking him once.
Ozzy gasped, not expecting this, but didn't have time to protest before Thrax started littering his neck with a mixture of kisses, licks and nibbles. He leaned his head to the side and moaned through his gag as Thrax started spanking him harder.
"You're so fucking beautiful", Thrax whispered as he continued to leave slow, hungry kisses up his neck. He caressed over the bruises now forming on his skin, before spanking him again. "You're literally everything I could ever want... the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."
Ozzy nuzzled his cheek against Thrax's, while whimpering through his gag and tightening his legs around his waist, trying to tell him that he felt the same way. Thrax wrapped an arm around Ozzy's waist and pulled him closer until their chests were pressed together, resting his chin on his shoulder to watch the way the bruises were slowly blooming under his skin. "You're perfect", he whispered, dropping a few kisses on his cheek and spanking him again.
After a while, Ozzy desperately needed Thrax's attention elsewhere, and he started to whine and shake his head. Thrax stilled to whisper in his ear, "tsk tsk… always so impatient, Jones", before kneeling down and grabbing Ozzy's legs to rest them over his shoulders.
He held onto his hips and dragged his tongue up his length, watching as Ozzy tilted his head back and slowly arched his body towards him.
He harshly dug his claws into his hips as he took him into his mouth, loving every single one of Ozzy's moans, the toes that curled around his shoulders, the thighs that quivered around his neck, the filthy groan deep in his throat.
Thrax pulled away for a moment to suck on two of his claws, before circling them around Ozzy's entrance. Ozzy flinched as he felt him slowly slide his claws in. It was still a weird feeling, and Ozzy was considering giving Thrax the signal to stop, until he rubbed past the spot that made him throw his head back and tilt his hips forwards.
Thrax dragged his tongue along his shaft as he slid his claws back and forth, feeling a jolt of desire over every moan that escaped Ozzy's lips. He loved having Ozzy like this, and wished that he could spend hours reducing him to a quivering, begging mess, but he was also getting a little impatient himself. They hadn't properly fucked since the night they'd confessed their love for one another, and Thrax could feel his lust coursing through him like a fire.
He placed a hand onto the small of Ozzy's back to push his cock further into his mouth as he carefully pulled his claws out. Ozzy grunted in shock, but soon relaxed as he felt himself sinking into Thrax's throat. He moaned loudly and started rolling his hips, forcing himself even deeper into the tight warmth.
Thrax pulled his mouth off him and pushed Ozzy's legs up. He spat a mixture of saliva and precum onto his entrance, before slowly smearing it around with his thumb.
He tightened his grip on his thighs and spread his legs wider, flattening his tongue to drag it under his cock. Having Ozzy tied up, blindfolded, begging, moaning and pleading through his gag- it was the most erotic thing Thrax had ever experienced. God! How much can one virus take?!
He couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up to his full height, pulled Ozzy's legs around his waist and ordered him to hold onto him.
"Ready, baby?", he said, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against Ozzy's. Ozzy nodded again and gasped as he felt Thrax slowly push into him. It took a minute or so, Thrax making sure to take his time, but their bodies eventually met as he reached the hilt, the contact causing them both to groan.
Thrax kept a steady rhythm, feeling every movement in Ozzy's hips and how he was pushing into each of his thrusts. He bent forward to bite down on his soft skin as he continued to grind into him, sucking a few bruises on his shoulder and up his neck, biting and kissing wherever he could, leaving his mark everywhere.
Ozzy was loving it, arching into him, moaning into the gag, wriggling against his ties as every deep thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through his whole body. It was everything.
Thrax was losing his mind; hearing every moan, feeling the way Ozzy's thighs were wrapped around him, having him tremble beneath his grip, knowing he could do anything to him right now.
He continued to pound into him mercilessly, both of them groaning at the sensation, but Thrax never let up.
He pulled away slightly to get a look at how Ozzy was handling it. He was a hot mess; a hot, quivering, sweating mess, and Thrax loved it.
He moaned, whimpered, whined and groaned over every thrust, saliva dripping down his chin and saturating the gag, his whole body flushed, his thighs shaking violently as he took all of him in. Thrax bit his lip, thinking about how lucky he was.
He's a fucking masterpiece. And he's all mine.
They were moaning deeply now, with Thrax gripping hard on Ozzy's thighs to hold him in place as he thrust upwards into him, his movements becoming rough. Ruthless. Savage.
Through all of their noises, Ozzy thought he heard the bathroom door swing open, but he was too far gone to care. He threw his head back as Thrax buried his face in his neck and finished inside of him. "Oh, fuck... Ozzy...!"
Thrax felt as wave after wave of warmth coursed through him, forcing him to arch his back and curl his toes, almost leaving him breathless. He moaned loudly and held onto Ozzy as he rode out the tremors.
After he had caught his breath, he pulled Ozzy into a hug and wrapped his arms around him. "God, I love you so much."
He exhaled sharply, before untying his wrists and lowering him down. He held Ozzy by the waist with one hand while he took off the blindfold and gag. Ozzy blinked in the light as he waited for his eyes to focus, and Thrax dropped a few kisses on his temples. He lifted Ozzy's chin with his claw and bent down to press his lips against his.
"Can you stand, baby?", he whispered.
Ozzy shook his legs about and wiggled his toes, trying to get the feeling back, and weakly nodded.
Thrax kissed him again and lightly pushed him against the wall. He knelt down in front of him and held his hips in place as he took him in his mouth.
Ozzy's eyes rolled shut and his head fell back against the wall as he felt Thrax grab his thighs and spread his legs further.
His hands flew down to Thrax's hair, fingers weaving through his braids. "T-Thrax… ah!", he whispered, his breath hitching as Thrax flattened his tongue and took him all the way to the back of his throat.
He bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut, trying his best to stay as quiet as possible after suddenly remembering where they were. The blindfold and the haze of lust had made him momentarily forget that they were still in the men's bathroom of the same very fancy, very expensive restaurant, and that there were only two doors separating them from the rest of the diners.
However, what they were doing was so incredibly, disgustingly hot that Ozzy couldn't help the sounds that escaped his lips as Thrax continued to slowly move his head back and forth.
Thrax could tell that Ozzy was trying somewhat not to make any noise, but he was failing miserably, especially when Thrax opened his mouth wider and pushed Ozzy's hips back and forth to force him in deeper, while moaning around him and dragging his tongue along the bottom of his shaft.
Ozzy laughed at that, knowing full well how much Thrax loved hearing him and how hard he was trying to get him to make a noise, but his mouth fell open and a loud moan slipped out as he felt him swirl his tongue around him. "Fuck… Thrax!"
Thrax pulled away for a moment and smirked, before he started leaving slow kisses up his thigh, sucking little marks as he went. He rolled his gaze upwards to see Ozzy leaning all of his weight against the wall and onto Thrax's hands, a look of pure bliss on his face.
He pressed another kiss to his inner thigh, before whispering, "I love you so much, Ozzy", prompting Ozzy to look down at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Fuck… Thrax… I love you s-so fuckin' much."
They gazed at each other for a few seconds, lost in the moment, when Thrax then noticed that Ozzy's legs were shaking and his knees unsteady. He slid his hands up his thighs and wrapped his claws around his hips to hold him in place, taking his cock into his mouth again.
Ozzy sunk his fingers into Thrax's hair and started gently rocking into his mouth. He stared down at him, watching the way his cock disappeared into him, how his blush was spreading over his cheeks, the small tears forming on his water lines as he took him deeper and deeper.
"You're… so beautiful", Ozzy managed to whisper, before rolling his eyes shut.
The small moans that escaped his lips started to quicken along with his thrusts, and Thrax locked his eyes on his face as Ozzy's thighs clenched, his breathing becoming steadily more ragged.
With a final shuddering moan, Ozzy felt all the pressure release at once, waves of heat pooling in his stomach and shooting down his thighs.
He continued thrusting through the aftershocks and pulses, loosening his grip on Thrax's hair, before sinking to the floor in front of him.
Thrax grabbed his chin and stole a heated kiss, only breaking away to laugh when Ozzy hiccupped.
Suddenly, the cubicle door swung open and a very angry woman who looked to be the restaurant manager started hurling insults at them. Two police officers were standing behind her, both blushing and trying not to look at the two naked men in front of them.
They were allowed to get dressed, before they were ordered to leave the restaurant and never come back. They were told that they also had to spend the night in a jail cell for indecent exposure, despite Ozzy drunkenly trying to explain that he was a cop himself.
Cuffs were put round their wrists and they were taken away in the police car to the MPD to be processed, cuddling in the back of the car and giggling like school children all the way.