Smut under the cut!
C/W for consensual biting and blood.
For as long as Lambert had known him, Aiden had always taken great pains to keep his nails short, filing them down habitually (the Mutagens making them too tough to cut). His first thought was that it was a vanity of the others. It made sense to look after their hands afterall, but the only people Lambert had ever known to be that meticulous about nail care specifically were nobles whoâd never done a days manual labour in their lives and acted like it was the end of the world if one broke.
It was only when they became better acquainted and Lambert gained a passing knowledge of the nature of Cat Mutagens ( or at least, the ones which applied to Aidenâs class) heâd realised that his Kitten had claws in the very literal sense and this routine was borne of a desire of Aidenâs not only to erase another reminder of his âothernessâ , but to not create anymore holes in his belongings or leave himself or anyone he got close to covered in scratches (they didnât talk about the time he lost his file and had to substitute tree trunks. Lambert had found himself face down in the mud after one too many scratching post jabs and had bought him a new one as an apology).
âI donât know why you donât just leave them alone. So youâve got sharper than average nails, big deal.â Lambert muttered from where he was on his bedroll after checking through their supplies â the next town over had a pretty decent apothecary who wasnât prejudice towards Witchers so it was the perfect opportunity to stock up on any potion ingredients.
âIâve lost count of the number of times weâve had this conversation so Iâll shorten the answer to one word. Convenience.â Aiden answered as he slid the orange glass file from Lambert back into his pack (the look on Lambertâs face when Aiden had asked if heâd got that particular colour to remind Aiden of his eyes had been priceless).
âWhy does it bother you anyway, you want to feel the full effect of my claws?â
Lambert was powerless to stop the unexpected flash of arousal which followed the question - all he could do was pray it had passed too quickly for Aiden to notice.
âOh.â No such luck if the wide grin the Cat threw him was any indication as he slithered into Lambertâs lap, straddling his thighs and looping his arms round his neck, âYou do!â
Lambert remained stubbornly silent as Aidenâs expression turned appraising.
âAlright Pup, Iâll make you a deal. Iâll give you want you want.â He lightly scraped currently blunted nails over the back of Lambertâs neck, causing a small shudder, before moving to gently coax Lambertâs mouth open and lightly run a finger over his fangs â no longer than Aidenâs own, but wider and tougher. Perfect for tearing and crushing, âIf you let me feel these. Right here.â He tilted his head tapped just above his collarbone. Lambert felt an entirely different chill run up his spine.
âAre you fucking insane? One wrong move and I could rip your throat out.â
âAnd I could bleed you dry with a swipe of my finger but that doesnât seem to be much of a deterrent now, does it?â
Lambert gave a huff. His stupid fucking Cat...had a point. Damn him.
âSo.â Aiden prompted, giving Lambertâs chin a pointed nip to bring his attention back, âDo we have a deal?â
Lambert let his gaze wander to Aidenâs throat, feeling a possessive something at the thought of that skin bearing a mark nobody would think to look twice at when worn by a Witcher. A claim hidden in plain sight.
âDeal. Now, if youâre staying at least shift so we can both get comfortable.â
Aiden tipped him backwards onto his bedroll in response.
The two weeks Aiden had determined would be needed were the longest of Lambertâs life. The more time that passed, the more of a tease Aiden became, deliberately dropping his gaze to Lambertâs mouth whenever he showed his fangs and tapping his steadily growing nails against any part of Lambertâs bare skin, the pinprick sensation both a promise and a question.
Still want this?
Lambert gave as good as he got, nipping at Aiden in a way anyone else would have called playful and smirking in that way which showed just the tips of his fangs and drove his Cat crazy.
Between the adrenaline of their latest contract still coursing through their veins, alongside various potions and the heated looks they kept throwing one another it was a small miracle that they had the wherewithal to stumble to the nearby river to bathe by unspoken agreement. Lambert had barely sloughed the blood and surface dirt off his skin before Aiden pounced, his own fangs nicking Lambertâs lip as he attacked his mouth, claw tips dogging into the meat of Lambertâs shoulders. The Wolf groaned as he bought the lithe body to his chest in a crushing grip.
âLambert, please.â Aiden whimpered, licking at the blood which still welled up on Lambertâs lip, âI need -I-â
âMe too.â Lambert panted, backing Aiden towards the river bank closest to their camp as he continued to press kisses anywhere he could reach.
They moved together seamlessly, bodies glistening with a mix of sweat and river water â neither of them having had the patience to dry off before they were unfurling one of the bedrolls (whoâs was unimportant) and tackling one another to the ground. Aiden was loud in his pleasure as they rutted against one another, Lambertâs arms caging him in as he hovered over him, eyes fixed on the currently flawless column of Aidenâs throat, letting out his own bitten off curses as Aidenâs claws digging that little bit deeper into his back â a hairsbreadth from drawing blood - caused his rhythm to falter as he arched into the sensation.
âAiden..Iâm â fuck â Iâm close. You still want?â He leaned in and opened his mouth against Aidenâs neck, hoping the other would catch on.
Aiden moaned and tilted his head to give him better access, âFuck yes. Want your mark. You?â he asked, running his claws over the others back as his hips picked up the pace, crying out when Lambert reached between them and took them both in hand.
âFuck yeah.â He breathed out against the others neck, âMark me up, Kitten.â
He waited for the telltale hitch in the others breathing before he bit down. Hard. His own orgasm following swiftly in the heels of Aidenâs shriek of pained pleasure, his own sounds muffled given that his mouth was currently occupied. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the white hot pleasure combined with the fire of multiple knives dragging deeply across his flesh, the sensation of something a tiny corner of his brain rationalised must be blood coating his back.
When the world stopped spinning, the first thing he was aware of was the scent and taste of blood, the second was that he still had his teeth embedded in Aidenâs neck, the third was that the other had unlatched his claws at least and was currently skimming his hands over his back whilst fretting about having gone too deep. He gave a small noise of warning before slowly unlocking his jaw, causing Aiden to hiss at the sensation of teeth sliding out, Lambert kissed the wound in apology as it started to bleed again, âSâfine.â He slurred as he sat up. Returning the favour by checking over the damage heâd left behind. It was deep beneath the blood but neat, no tears beyond the puncture marks left behind and perfectly oval. It looked good.
âAlright?â He asked, âWas...that alright?â
âFanâfucking-tastic.â Aiden giggled, sounding a little punch drunk, âYou? It doesnât hurt too badly?â
Lambert shrugged as best as he could, relishing the twinge as the wounds pulled, âStings a bit, but had worse.â
He took in the view underneath them before giving a dry chuckle, âThink itâs safe to say the bedrollâs fucked.â
âItâs fine, we can try and salvage it back at the river â donât look at me like that, weâre both going to need another bath after that. First things first though.â
He pulled Lambert around and manoeuvred them so they were spooning, Aiden's chest to Lambert's back and their legs tangled together, âI want to admire my handiwork for a bit.â
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I see a lot of posts saying "teach boys about consent".
While that is true, a lot of parents will do that and fail to see how their own actions are the problem.
If you've spanked him, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've forced him to sit on Santa's lap, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've forced him to give hugs and kisses to family members, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've grabbed him in order to force him to sit still, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've labeled him as "too sensitive" for not wanting to be touched, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've assumed he's okay with something because he technically allowed it even though he felt pressured, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you're only going to criticize his actions but not your own, it won't work.
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Having thoughts about how Toph found people at the Earth Rumble who treated her as an equal and respected her for her skill and listened to her. How she became the Blind Bandit there and the first people to ever take her seriously were The Gecko and Fire Nation Man and the others.
And then she joins the Gaang, people who also treat her as an equal and respect her skill and listen to her, and she starts calling them Twinkle Toes and Snoozles and Sugar Queen and Captain Boomerang.
She's giving them stage names. Because gaining her stage name was the most empowering thing that happened to her up to that point. Because stage names are earned. Because the people who were kindest to her in her life (by treating her how she wanted to be treated) were people who went by things like The Boulder.
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