half-made promises (explicit) (knix)
12 August 2024
Six had been stupid the first time around and almost screwed it up for himself long-term, because he had gotten between White Knight's thighs and then hesitated. It hadn't been for very long, but it had been for long enough that Knight had grimaced and made to pull away, and Six had only salvaged it by putting a hand against his knee and saying something that - in hindsight - had been deeply tacky, something like "aren't you going to let me take a look at my prize," engineered to put Knight back on that thin line between embarrassment and arousal and make him forget about that pause. It had worked, but it didn't make Six any less embarrassed about it himself, all these years later. And worse, it had been their only time together, circumstances and tragedies putting them on opposite sides of a wall for too too long, so that occasionally Six would remember that send-off and almost grimace with remembered irritation at himself. They hadn't touched since, excepting the time or two that Six had crowded close to Knight back at the hydroelectric plant and made it work, the barrier of the exosuit be damned. (He'd put Knight up on his makeshift desk once and fucked the sleek thighs of the suit, Knight staring down between them and gripping at his shoulder a little too hard so it had left bruises the week after. Six had almost felt like apologizing, after, for the mess he'd made or the imbalance, but Knight had fixed him with a hard look when he'd tried.)He shouldn't be trapping himself in memory, though. He had White Knight in front of him again, the shell shed, kiss-red, a little older and muscles carved a little different but still completely unerringly familiar. There was still a wariness in Knight's eyes, but - well, half a decade cut off from his fellow man. Six supposed he'd have the same look, if it was him. He could work with that, for the chance to take in Knight's broad shoulders and thick waist and the cunt starting to glisten between his thighs.
Tension stretched between them, so Six ducked beneath it and crooked a finger under the heft of Knight's cock, short and fat and starting to firm up. "This is bigger than I remember it."
Like clockwork, red sheered over Knight's neck and cheekbones. He was so easy to fluster this way that it made Six's old habits perk up with interest. "I doubt that," Knight said, voice hitching when Six thumbed against his cock, "but feel free to keep saying it. I won't turn down the flattery."
"Maybe I shouldn't, then." Knight's cock fit neat right between the knuckles of two fingers, just a little wet already. Six watched the stretch of skin that connected up to the hood of it pull into a taut triangle when he tugged a little, Knight hissing breath. Another way he'd been stupid, then: he'd been so full of himself that he hadn't noticed this, little details that sparked a sharp urge to fit his mouth against them. "I don't need it going to your head."
When Knight had first lay down here in front of him Six had bitten back the impulse to lick into him immediately. He'd waited years, too, after all, hills and valleys of waiting, and a long six months of feeling like two opposite charges of a magnet pulling closer and closer together across the empty space of the plant. Better, though, to ease into it. Draw it out. Not least because he could clearly remember the look on Knight's face from that last time when he'd spent long minutes slowly pushing fingers into him - it had been, in retrospect, sweet, the way Knight warred between impatience and appreciation - but also out of caution, the sense that if he threw Knight too deep into sensation he might have the instinct to kick free of it. So here: Six rubbed the back of his fingers down over Knight's slit, catching stringy slick as he went, smearing it over the fat lips of his cunt. That's what had haunted him in sudden bursts of memory the last few years - not just Knight, wet and naked, but the perfect swell of labia between his thighs, the lift of foreskin over his cock. He'd wasted that night just fingering Knight open and then jerking his own cock until he'd come across Knight's hip. It hadn't even occurred to him to miss knowing what it had tasted like until the next day.
Strategically, tactically a failure. Six wasn't in the habit of repeating mistakes.
He pressed his thumb against the plush resistance framing Knight's cunt and smoothed up, back towards Knight's cock, nudging up under it again so that the tendons in Knight's thighs jumped. White Knight was still watching him, his eyes narrowed just so, but his hips tipped upward toward Six's hand. Six half-remembered the squeeze of him around his fingers and the way Knight's face had loosened with pleasure. He remembered Knight squirming with near-discomfort when he'd ghosted his fingertips too light over his skin, then, so now he dragged his thumb over Knight's cock a little firmer, making it shine with his own wetness.
Knight's head dropped against a pillow, and his hand fisted into the sheets at his hip. He was still faintly flushed; his mouth was still a little swollen from Six biting at it earlier. "Fuck - forgot how it felt to - fuck."
Six couldn't say that he knew, not without nearly lying, and he'd sworn that off, as best as he could. Instead Six put himself on his knees between Knight's thighs and leaned in, dropping his mouth to the hollow high inside Knight's thigh. Out of the corner of his eye he could see White Knight push himself up to his elbows, trying to get eyes on Six again. He slid his mouth across Knight's skin, sucking against the softness of an outer lip as he passed, indulging in tracing his tongue up the curling edge that led to the head of his cock. There was salt on his tongue, a heady living tang of flavor. He skimmed down the other way, skipping across Knight's cock in a way he felt Knight tense up about, expectations sizzling.
Six pulled away to mouth at the meat of Knight's other thigh and he could see Knight grit his teeth. It was a little mean, maybe, to play coy now, but White Knight inspired bad behavior in him.
"Not to sound impatient," Knight said, and then jolted when Six sucked hard enough at his skin that it left the beginnings of a mark.
"Be impatient if you want," Six invited. He touched the newly pink place on Knight's thigh with a thumb. "I'm curious to see what you'll make of it."
It wasn't a challenge, exactly, but it was close enough to one that Six easing his mouth further down towards Knight's knee made Knight twitch and then rear up. He caught Six by the shoulder, by the hip, dragged him up with an achingly familiar motion - Six remembered years back, being flipped down onto a practice mat, Knight standing over him grinning crookedly victorious - and twisted, and then Six was the one on his back, Knight crawling up over him with a glint in his eye. He only hesitated when his knees were up around Six's ears, the mattress dipping beneath them, Knight steadying his weight with a hand braced against the wall. Six met his eye. Knight was still partly breathless from Six's hands and mouth, he was still red with embarrassment and arousal, but there was uncertainty coloring it, too.
Six looped his arms around Knight's thighs. "You aren't going to hurt me," he said, and it was three parts of a statement - goading, trust, and promise. Knight watched him for a long second, then pushed his free hand into Six's short hair, huffing out a breath.
"I know I'm not," he answered, and then he let Six tug him down til his cunt spread around the flat of Six's tongue.
It was muffled noise and body heat then. Six lapped up from the hot dripping core of Knight to pull the whole of his cock into his mouth, short enough that Six could hold it on his tongue without strain, feeling the throb of Knight's pulse through it. Knight moaned over top of him when he sucked around it, curling over Six's head; the only problem with this was that Six couldn't easily see his face, couldn't get a look at the expressions this drew out of him, but there would be more opportunities. Now he would just focus on the weight of White Knight's body, the way his thighs tensed and loosened around his head, the low noises that dropped off his lips, the curl of his fingers around the back of Six's head to try and crush him closer. Six let him when Knight rocked his cock into Six's mouth in short hard pushes of his hips, rolling his tongue against the head of it, and then he wrested back enough leverage to slip a hand between them and fit Knight's cock into the crook of his thumb and mouthed back downward. He wasn't in the habit of repeating mistakes; he licked up inside Knight to taste him from the source, flicking against the so-soft skin inside him. He slid fingers and thumb over Knight's cock as he went, his other hand gripping hard at Knight's hip, sucking slick from Knight's cunt as Knight swore and shook over him.
"Six," Knight bit out, a warning pleading tone, his muscles all held taut, and Six shifted himself just enough that he could catch Knight's eye when he came. His cunt went fluttering tight around Six's tongue and his cock jerked in Six's hand, Knight himself leaning forward and dropping his head so Six could see how open and honest his face turned in this moment. He rubbed his thumb up the length of Knight's cock while he came down from it, until Knight groaned and eased himself back, off Six's body to drop onto the bed next to him.
"Have you always been that good at that," Knight said when he had his breath back, accusatory. "And you didn't do it last time?"
Six pushed himself up onto an elbow and wiped some of the wetness from his mouth. Knight's eyes tracked the motion. "I made a lot of mistakes back then."
"Don't hold out on me again and we'll call it even." His cunt was still twitching arrhythmically, occasional sudden pulses that caught Six's attention, but Knight glanced down to where Six's cock was hard against his own hip and parted his thighs again. "Are you planning on doing anything with that?"
Six had, in a way, nearly forgotten, so focused on making up for missed opportunities and on the plump shape of Knight's cunt. But since he had asked, well. Six turned to pull Knight back toward the center of the bed, hands fitting neatly against Knight's body, and he said, "I can think of a few things."