Luther Hargreeves (
number1_himbo) wrote2024-12-08 01:53 pm
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Nobody even tries to fuck with them on the way home.
They're bloody, they're covered in goo, and though Luther could probably carry Kallus back, they steal a car anyway. Well, a minivan, and Luther leaves a note promising to bring it back clean and full of gas.
Right then, he's more worried about getting back to the house, where he can get a better look at Kallus's wound, get him cleaned up, and let him rest. The drive is short and without incident, and after giving Viktor a slimy, sticky hug, he transports Kallus up the stairs.
He uses a lot of towels, spreading them on the couch in his room, heaping them up on the floor with clean water. Not a lot gets said, as he gets ready for the much-needed patching up, but he's concentrating.
"How are you feeling?" he wants to know, as he finally settles down with the rest of the supplies, reaching for Kal's wounded arm.
They're bloody, they're covered in goo, and though Luther could probably carry Kallus back, they steal a car anyway. Well, a minivan, and Luther leaves a note promising to bring it back clean and full of gas.
Right then, he's more worried about getting back to the house, where he can get a better look at Kallus's wound, get him cleaned up, and let him rest. The drive is short and without incident, and after giving Viktor a slimy, sticky hug, he transports Kallus up the stairs.
He uses a lot of towels, spreading them on the couch in his room, heaping them up on the floor with clean water. Not a lot gets said, as he gets ready for the much-needed patching up, but he's concentrating.
"How are you feeling?" he wants to know, as he finally settles down with the rest of the supplies, reaching for Kal's wounded arm.
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It's not like that with Luther.
He sags against the shower wall, barely keeping himself up as Luther sucks his cock, and he holds tighter to Luther's hair as he gasps. "You're so... so knifing good at this." And he's so close, so much closer to the edge than he imagined he could be tonight.
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He pulls off with an obscene slick pop, blinking up against the trickle of hot water.
"You can," he says, voice rasping, "you can come in my mouth. If you want. I mean, I'd like that." And then before he can say anything stupid, he swallows down Kallus's cock with an eager sound.
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Luther sinks down onto his cock again, pulling him deep, and Kallus couldn't stop himself if he tried. His fingers curl against the slick shower wall, they curl into Luther's hair and he's coming hard and sudden, shocked by the force of it, by how good he feels, despite his wooziness, despite any lingering pain.
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He sucks until there's nothing else, and his own cock throbs between his thighs as he rises.
"Jesus," he murmurs, grinning. "That's a hell of a lot more what I was thinking tonight was gonna be like."
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"Do you want to fuck me?" he asks, blinking his eyes open. "We can go slow."
They'll have to. Perhaps he can lie on his side, Luther behind him, a position that won't hurt the wounds on his body.
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Feeling sheepish as soon as he says it, he adds, "I can handle myself."
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It’s an odd thing to realize, but he trusts Luther. It would be difficult not to, after tonight. Luther’s brother, too, but in this moment he doesn’t matter at all. It’s only the two of them, looking at one another, and Kallus feels safe.
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"C'mon then," he murmurs, quiet and happy. Giving himself a quick scrub and both of them another rinse, Luther's got them out of the shower in a few minutes. He peers down the hallway, ensuring the coast is clear before they head back to the bedroom. Thankfully, there's no signs of lingering brothers.
He towels them both before nudging Kallus back onto the bed-- the warm, cocooned feeling hasn't disappeared, and what's more, he's been given the green light to be gentle, just like he's been wanting. Standing there, he lets himself feel a deep crashing pleasure at seeing Kallus, naked and cared for, in his bed.
"Hey," he says a bit dumbly, smiling.
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They'll still have to be slow, but he thinks that may also be exactly what he needs.
"Hello," he answers, then curls a hand toward Luther in invitation.