Author's Note: This is from a kinktober prompt last year. The prompt was "sadomasochism." This fic involves knife play and a blood kink.
One night. They get one night a week where Hector doesn't have to worry about kaiju and Doyle doesn't have to worry about cryptids and bounties. They get one night to themselves: date night. This week, they decided to stay home.
At first, they were just cuddling on the couch, watching their favorite movie. Then they started kissing. Before they knew it, clothes were coming off and they had moved to their bedroom. Between needy kisses and rough touches, Hector had retrieved a knife from the bedside table. His hand shakes in anticipation as he gives the blade to his partner.
"Where do you want it?" Doyle asks. He traces old scars with the flat of the blade.
Tapping the side of his thigh, Hector breathes, "Here." Old scars crisscross this spot. He's been cutting there for years even before he'd met the bounty hunter between his legs.
The sharp drag of the knife through his skin draws a moan from his throat as his back arches. The next cut is deeper and slower. Then another shallow slice. The pain of the next deep cut is joined by the pleasure of a slick finger entering him.
Hector traces a scar across his stomach. "Here," he begs. The flat of the knife traces up from the fresh cuts up to the new spot. A quick swipe brings beads of red to the surface as a second finger slips past the twitching ring of muscle.
Doyle's always liked the sight of blood. It turns him on far more than he's willing to admit. He feels himself getting harder the more of it oozes from the cuts Hector's begging for. He leans down and licks one of the shallow cuts. The metallic taste stirs something wild deep in his core. Pressing in a third finger, he leans up to kiss Hector.
"You ready for me?" he asks, making another shallow cut as he spreads his fingers.
Arching into his Doyle's touch, he moans loudly. "Yes!"
Dropping the knife beside them and pulling his fingers from his partner, he lines himself up with Hector's entrance. He tightly grips his bleeding thigh as he pushes in. The moan the action earns him encourages him to keep going. To find that spot that drives Hector crazy. To pull him up into his lap so their stomachs touch, putting pressure on the cuts there.
He keeps a firm grip on Hector's thigh as the Kaijudo master takes over. He savors the sting of the cuts and the pleasure of the friction as he lifts himself up and drops back down as hard as he can. It takes a few tries at a few different angles to find that sweet spot. When he does find it, he starts moving faster. Doyle's grip tightens the closer he gets to his climax.
"Doyle," Hector moans, his movements stuttering to a halt as he comes hard across their stomachs. It burns when the sticky fluid splashes on his new cuts. He sees stars when his partner releases inside him, a harsh bite joining the pleasure.
Doyle kisses the bite on his shoulder as he pulls out. By now the bleeding has stopped. "I'll be right back. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Hector breathes. He basks in the blissful, light feeling as he lies back against the pillows. Minutes pass in seconds as his eyes slip closed while he waits for Doyle to return.
"Hey, beautiful," he softly calls, setting the first aid kit on the bed beside the earlier discarded knife. "Don't pass out on me yet. Okay? Let's get those cuts taken care of."