Work Text:
„Fuck...“
V’s voice was rattling as he pushed himself down once more. He kissed Kerry; their tongues intertwined.
“Feel so good inside me.”
Kerry grinned, pleased with the compliments his young lover was giving him every time they fucked. He steadied the merc with his hands on his hips, thrusting into him at a relentless pace.
“God… Kerry”, V grunted as he buried his face in the crook of the older man’s neck.
The gold implant leaving a cold sensation against the skin of his cheek. He loved this man, this wasn’t simple fucking, although it certainly felt like it sometimes. Kerry could be unforgiving, making V feel things he certainly had never felt before.
“You’re a good boy”, Kerry purred. “Taking me so well, huh.”
He playfully bit V’s ear; he knew how to play the young man perfectly. Years of experience finally becoming useful, making the dangerous killer, Night City’s bad boy, melt in his grip. Kerry was certainly proud of the how he made V feel, how V made him feel.
V closed his eyes, Kerry’s hard dick thrusting against is prostate again and again. He was close, so close when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying to god that it wasn’t what he thought it was. He opened his eyes slowly, still bouncing up and down, trying to hold onto that feeling as he saw the bad news popping up in his optics.
Relic Malfunction
Fuck. No, not yet. He heard as Johnny appeared next to him, talking to him to stop but V couldn’t. He closed his eyes again, his moves coming to a screeching halt.
Kerry looked at him confused. He knew that V sometimes was a bit over exhausted from the jobs he’d done or from Johnny being a dick inside his head again, killing him slowly bud steadily, but he had never stopped in the middle of fucking.
He slowly raised his hand, caressing V’s cheek, looking at him concerned.
“Babe, are you okay? Everything’s alright?”
V panted; eyes still closed. Sweat was dripping from his forehead onto his Kerry’s stomach.
“Babe? Hey?”
“Fuck…”
Kerry cocked his head from side to side, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Ker, fuck.”
He observed V’s moves as he slowly looked up at Kerry, realizing what had just happened.
“No fucking way, Johnny!”
“Not really the position I wished to wake up in.”
“Oh my fucking god, get off me!”
Johnny stood up, Kerry’s dick leaving the tight hole with a lout plop. He stumbled a few steps back, holding onto a wall.
“Fuck, my ass hurts.”
“Not your ass!”, Kerry screamed, looking for his boxers as he swiftly put them on. “Fuck, oh god…”, he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair.
“Ker, it’s not like the first-“
“Put on some fucking pants, oh my fucking god.”
Johnny looked around and grabbed the first best pair of joggers on the floor. They were a tad too tight, making him assume that it were actually Kerry’s. He observed his old bandmate as he stood there in shock, mumbling to himself.
“You’re not cheating on the kid, if that’s what you think.”
“I know, asshole, I’m not stupid. Just absolutely didn’t want to fuck you!”
“Sounded different some years back.”
“Fuck you Johnny! God. No, this isn’t happening. Oh god, V will be so ashamed.”
“I mean, we could-“
“Oh, for fucks sake Johnny, shut it!”, Kerry snapped at him. “I need a shower, god. That feels disgusting.”
“Not what I wanted to hear.”
“Not what I wanted to ever live through! Get in bed, now!”
“But my ass hurts.”
“As it should. Lay down, stay quiet and wait for V to return. I can’t fucking take this, god.”
Johnny watched as Kerry rushed to the bathroom, locking the door the second he got in. He felt a mixture of pride and hurt as he realized that Kerry really was over everything they had. Maybe he should’ve just pretended to be V. He smirked at that thought, would have certainly be a fun situation.