6 Works by junuh
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No one knew, of course. No one knew because it was just fucking. Just friends fucking. No heat sex and II took care of his ruts privately. No biting, no scruffing — certainly not like he’d done tonight; on the table in front of the others, but it was II's duty as pack alpha to make sure Vessel knew his place, even if he felt bad about it after.
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II and Vessel have a complicated relationship with complicated feelings and it's all a bit of a mess.
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It had been over nine months since the breakup, and Vessel was over it. Over the darkness that had orbited the both of them for years and years. Over what had happened at the end of the year. Over how he'd nearly lost everything; his job, his friendship, his sanity. This wouldn't be a rebound, but a reset.
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“Ivy knows what he wants,” III said instead of a greeting. IV sank down in his seat, his shoulders coming up to his ears.
“Oh, yeah?” II’s eyes flickered over to him slumped in his seat, overly fixated on his mug of tea once he’d pushed his cereal away. “What is it he wants?”
“My puppy wants to fuck your wife.”
“That’s not —” IV started, but he saw the way II’s head tilted upwards, his shoulders stiff as he moved into a more pronounced position. His mouth closed, his eyes dropping.
“And what does he know about my wife?” II’s eyes were sharper than before. The kind of expression that demanded a response, but IV didn’t know what to say or why they were talking about Vessel like that.
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“You’re not due for another week,” II said with his arms crossed, staring at the tent in IV’s pyjamas and then at the beads of sweat trailing down his forehead. “Why has it come early?”
“Not sure how to ask Sleep that,” IV panted, fingers fumbling on the frame of the door. II seemed to relent, hand wrapping around his arm and pulling him into the house.
“Vessel is away,” he said plainly once the door had closed behind them. He guided IV upstairs, to the warmth of their bedroom. “At the beach.”
“What?” IV said, voice raising an octave. Not good. Not good at all. “But this is a fuck or die situation... Vessel said that once...and you don’t live near the beach.”
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Bestowed with a monthly curse by their beloved Sleep, IV's arrangement with his fellow vessels requires adjustment when only one is around to fulfil his needs.
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“Could see myself in you, earlier. When you arched your back.”
“Yeah, well, you’re huge.” II brushed it off with a dry laugh. He’d noticed it too, wasn’t sure how he felt about it if he was honest, and had pushed Vessel’s hands to his hips when he’d tried pressing down against it.
“Wish I—” Vessel stopped himself, burying his face further into II’s neck. His skin warmed with embarrassment. It took a moment for II to work out what he was implying. It wouldn’t work. He was average at best - not that anyone had ever complained about it - though Vessel sometimes made too much of a show about choking on it for his liking.
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“I know.” Vessel rolled onto his back, and II suddenly felt cold without his giant lover draped over him. He sat up against the headboard, looking down at the body sprawled beside him. “I know it isn’t possible, but I—”
“You wanna feel full. Like it’s too much?”
____II buys a cock sleeve and fulfils a fantasy for Vessel.
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Right now, you are III and he is Vessel and nothing outside of that exists. The same way it had when you’d stretched yourself over the riser during the show, when he’d straddled you. You are a big man, and so is he, and the weight of him had you hissing on the stage, had him flashing those wolf-white teeth, the chemistry sending your head spinning to a lightness that had carried through the rest of the set.