Becker/Kermit, wall, hurt
prompt: Becker/Kermit, wall, hurt from Fifi’s prompt generator thingy
pairing: Becker/Kermit (Fred's OC)
rating: NC-17
word count: 500
summary: angsty fluffy PWP
I needed really quick porn to recharge my batteries, now I’m back to studying for my final exam. I miss you all!
Becker expects pain, he always does. His rational mind knows it’s ridiculous, that it doesn’t have to be that way but for Becker it always has. As if he was incapable of experiencing sex without hurting. Not necessarily physically (unless he asks for it) but something about this always hurts him, something is always wrong.
Becker presses his palms against the wall of the armoury and spreads his legs. He takes a deep breath, hangs his head and braces himself for the intrusion he knows will come. But there’s nothing for a long time. Just as he’s tempted to look around strong arms wrap around him from behind and a soft kiss is planted on his shoulder blades. Becker gasps in surprise.
“Is… is this ok?” Kermit asks uncertainly, his breath warm on Becker’s skin. The question takes him off-guard and all he can do is nod and grind his arse against Kermit’s hard-on.
Kermit lets out a shuddering breath and his fingers firmly press into Becker’s hip, bringing just a fraction more distance between their bodies.
“I want to do this right,” he lets out a nervous chuckle. “I’ve never… actually…”
“You’re doing fine,” Becker says. “Just do it. Fuck me…”
He bites his tongue hard before he could add the please. He wishes Kermit would just hurry the fuck up, he wants this to be over with. He wants Kermit to fuck him hard and fast and then just walk away as if nothing had happened. A clean break.
But suddenly all thought escapes him when Kermit breaches his body with almost unbearable care and all Becker can concentrate on is the slow, steady slide of Kermit’s cock deep into him. It’s almost too much, Becker’s chest aches with something he can’t quite name but then Kermit’s embrace tightens around him, pulling him closer and the steady rhythm of Kermit’s deep thrusts makes his thighs tremble.
Kermit’s almost surprised gasps of pleasure fuel Becker’s desire and he pushes back eagerly against his colleague - he’s not sure about friend, he never is. Kermit’s warm palm slides slowly up Becker’s flexed arm and before Becker’s mind could catch up Kermit laces their fingers together. At the same moment his rhythm falters and with a whispered “Oh god…” against Becker’s skin he’s coming, spilling himself into his captain’s body. Becker moans at the sensation and unexpectedly falls over the edge too without even touching his cock.
For long moments after there’s only the sound of their heavy breathing and Becker is not sure how to make himself take his eyes off their laced fingers.
“We should go,” he says quietly and his chest feels tight. But Kermit doesn’t pull away he just presses another almost insecure kiss on Becker’s shoulder.
“Next time we’re doing this at my place,” he says and Becker can’t breathe. He’s not sure what to say so instead he just squeezes those fingers laced with his and he can feel Kermit smile against his skin in response.
pairing: Becker/Kermit (Fred's OC)
rating: NC-17
word count: 500
summary: angsty fluffy PWP
I needed really quick porn to recharge my batteries, now I’m back to studying for my final exam. I miss you all!
Becker expects pain, he always does. His rational mind knows it’s ridiculous, that it doesn’t have to be that way but for Becker it always has. As if he was incapable of experiencing sex without hurting. Not necessarily physically (unless he asks for it) but something about this always hurts him, something is always wrong.
Becker presses his palms against the wall of the armoury and spreads his legs. He takes a deep breath, hangs his head and braces himself for the intrusion he knows will come. But there’s nothing for a long time. Just as he’s tempted to look around strong arms wrap around him from behind and a soft kiss is planted on his shoulder blades. Becker gasps in surprise.
“Is… is this ok?” Kermit asks uncertainly, his breath warm on Becker’s skin. The question takes him off-guard and all he can do is nod and grind his arse against Kermit’s hard-on.
Kermit lets out a shuddering breath and his fingers firmly press into Becker’s hip, bringing just a fraction more distance between their bodies.
“I want to do this right,” he lets out a nervous chuckle. “I’ve never… actually…”
“You’re doing fine,” Becker says. “Just do it. Fuck me…”
He bites his tongue hard before he could add the please. He wishes Kermit would just hurry the fuck up, he wants this to be over with. He wants Kermit to fuck him hard and fast and then just walk away as if nothing had happened. A clean break.
But suddenly all thought escapes him when Kermit breaches his body with almost unbearable care and all Becker can concentrate on is the slow, steady slide of Kermit’s cock deep into him. It’s almost too much, Becker’s chest aches with something he can’t quite name but then Kermit’s embrace tightens around him, pulling him closer and the steady rhythm of Kermit’s deep thrusts makes his thighs tremble.
Kermit’s almost surprised gasps of pleasure fuel Becker’s desire and he pushes back eagerly against his colleague - he’s not sure about friend, he never is. Kermit’s warm palm slides slowly up Becker’s flexed arm and before Becker’s mind could catch up Kermit laces their fingers together. At the same moment his rhythm falters and with a whispered “Oh god…” against Becker’s skin he’s coming, spilling himself into his captain’s body. Becker moans at the sensation and unexpectedly falls over the edge too without even touching his cock.
For long moments after there’s only the sound of their heavy breathing and Becker is not sure how to make himself take his eyes off their laced fingers.
“We should go,” he says quietly and his chest feels tight. But Kermit doesn’t pull away he just presses another almost insecure kiss on Becker’s shoulder.
“Next time we’re doing this at my place,” he says and Becker can’t breathe. He’s not sure what to say so instead he just squeezes those fingers laced with his and he can feel Kermit smile against his skin in response.