#Alt is topping as per usual & Theron is a bratty bottom also as per usual

[blueburds-but-swtor]

*won't let me ask from the darth bagel so main account it is*

For the //subtle smut sentence starters//✨

'you don't have to be gentle. I won't break.' for your boy Altrethir and Theron (or whoever else you think could be more fitting :3)

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@darth-bagel / @elvhenyoung bless you ty for the ask <3

“You don’t have to be gentle,” the warmth of Theron’s breath against Altrethir’s ear sent a shiver down his spine. “I won’t break.” Theron dragged his fingers down his partner’s back, digging his nails in just enough to leave marks along his pale flesh.

Altrethir craned over him, lekku falling in front of his shoulders as he covered Theron’s neck in kisses. He took those words to mind, his sharp teeth earning him small gasps and groans as Theron writhed underneath him. His lips dove lower to find one of his nipples--and he bit down, sucked, and swirled his tongue. Altrethir found his wrists and pinned his arms above his head, and teasingly palmed his groin with his free hand. Those noises he earned quickly grew more desperate, more needy--until Altrethir paused to look him in the eye. “Feeling daring tonight?”

“Yeah,” Theron breathed, already drunk off their foreplay. That was all he could say.

“Good. On your knees.” Altrethir helped position him, discarding the rest of their clothing in the process. He grabbed the bottle of lotion from the nightstand, poured some into his hand, and slowly stroked himself.

Theron jolted as Altrethir’s hands slapped the sides of his hips. “Fuck,” he moaned, bending forward as those hands soothed the pain by massaging. Altrethir’s fingers traced the muscle of his ass, his thighs, his waist. They ghosted his lower belly, stopping just short of his cock, and Theron pressed back into him with a whine. “Stop teasing,” he bit out. “Just fuck me already.”

“Always so demanding,” Altrethir said lowly, his voice growing dark. He trailed a hand down Theron’s back until his fingers met the base of his neck. “You need to be reminded of who is in control.”

Before Theron could give him a retort, Altrethir pushed himself inside, Theron letting out a sharp cry and a curse. Altrethir leaned over him and wrapped a hand around his neck and held him firmly. “Do not come until I say you can,” he growled.

Altrethir started to roll his hips against Theron’s ass, squeezing the tense muscle of his flank with his free hand. Theron’s body jostled forward with each thrust that grew increasingly faster, harder.

Altrethir bent Theron forward all the way so that his chest was flush against the bed--and he gazed down at him in a heated lust, clouded by pleasure. Theron was absolutely divine beneath him, panting and sweating, submitting and pleading for him. He felt warmth in his core begin to build but tried to push the sensation away before he came too quickly. Stars knew Theron could certainly make him do that.

But Theron let out choked gasps and cries as Altrethir relentlessly pounded into him. “Please--fuck, Alt! Please, please let--let me--!”

“No,” Altrethir interrupted, though his own voice sounded strained and guttural.

Theron let his moans spill into the sheets that he fisted, allowing Altrethir to completely wreck him. As Altrethir deemed him too close to climax, he abruptly slowed his hips and kissed along his back, adding teeth where he could. His hand remained around Theron’s neck as he moved and positioned him, letting his other hand freely explore his body.

Altrethir eyed his partner’s cock, aching and twitching, dripping with a desperate need to be touched. He grinned. “Guide my hand,” he purred against his ear, gingerly curling his fingers around him.

Tentatively, Theron did as told, stroking himself through Altrethir’s grasp. His hips moved in rhythm as his eyes fell shut, and he gave into a sigh of pleasure. 

Altrethir nibbled the already bruised, reddened flesh of his neck, making Theron’s breath hitch. Slowly he resumed the pace of his own thrusts until the need to caress his body took him. “Continue to touch yourself,” Altrethir commanded.

Theron bit the inside of his cheek and, again, did as told.

Altrethir took hold of his shoulders and quickened his pace, faster, until he was ramming his hips against his lover. Theron tried to lay back down but Altrethir kept him in place, determined to keep them this way until he deemed fit to switch. That familiar heat swiftly built up again, and his grip tightened to the point of leaving bruises. He tossed his head back and came with a husky moan, pushing himself as far as he could within Theron. “Come,” Altrethir leaned down to kiss and suck his neck again, curling his hand around Theron’s that was on his cock.

Theron reached his own climax in seconds. He panted loudly, his sweat  coating him in a beautiful afterglow and dripping down his brow. He relaxed in Altrethir’s arms.

And Altrethir kissed those blooming bruises as though the tender affection could reverse what he did.