“Fucking doesn’t involve this much talking usually”
Swiss/aether
Ghockey au if you’re so inclined
ohhhhh hell yeah, I was thinking about how I hadn't done any Swiss/Aether in the hockey au yet
please ignore the way there's literally one line that puts this in the hockey au lmao
Contains lazy sex and Aether's praise kink he refuses to admit he has
prompt from this list, and divider by @ghuleh-recs <3
It's always a treat to have Swiss like this, Aether admits. The view is... fuck. The view sure is something. Aether can't find the words for it on a good day, never mind right now. He props himself up on his elbows to get a better angle.
Big, brown eyes stare back up at him. Swiss's smile is just as bright as he leans his face against his thigh, knelt at the end of the bed between Aether's legs. He can hear the way his stubble scrapes against the denim of his jeans. Aether reaches down to card through his dark curls.
"Oh, come on, Aeth, lemme?" Swiss says, teasing and warm. A big hand skates up the front of his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt to card through the thick trail of hair disappearing under his waistband. His cock throbs, filling out in interest as Swiss's breath fans hot against it even through two layers of fabric.
Aether rolls his eyes. "Like it's even a question," he says. "'M not gonna say no to you."
Deft fingers immediately attack the zipper and button of his pants. He's considerate enough to lift his hips so Swiss can pull down his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. His cock, thickening and filling out faster than he'd care to admit, smacks against the swell of his stomach.
Swiss tucks the elastic of his boxers under his balls. He never once takes his eyes off of Aether's face, even as he leans in and rubs his cheek against the coarse fuzz there.
Aether groans, eyes rolling back. He hisses through his teeth at the feeling of Swiss's stubble against sensitive skin.
"Oh, big guy liked that, didn't he?" Swiss coos, wrapping long, calloused fingers around his cock. He presses a kiss, wet, sloppy, against the base. Clever tongue trailing up the vein running up the shaft until it teases at his foreskin.
Aether's fist curls into the sheets, the other hand rucking up his shirt further. His cock throbs hard as he sees the glint in Swiss's eyes.
"Such a nice dick, Aeth, feels so good in my hand," Swiss says, letting his eyelashes flutter as he kisses the head. It's getting ruddier with every passing second, even with the minimal stimulation. His cheeks are flushing the same color. "You always make me and Dewey feel so good with it, figured it's time to return the favor."
He braces himself for the wet heat of Swiss's mouth, of teeth tucked behind lips and mind-numbing suction, but the next thing Aether feels is the nip of teeth against his hip, moving up the exposed skin of his belly.
"God, love feeling you like this," Swiss whispers reverently before sucking a mark above his hip. He rubs his stubble against the sensitized flesh as blood pools under the surface already. "All of that strength, sure, I get to watch it when we work, but there's nothing better than this."
Aether does not whine, thank you very much, but it's a close thing. His dick throbs and he throws an arm over his eyes. Suddenly the sight of Swiss between his thighs is too much, even though the only skin visible is a bit of sternum where he's unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
"Aw, too much?" Swiss says, almost cloying. His hand moves on Aether's cock, the wet stripe where he licked enough to smooth the way. "Don't worry, I'll be so good to you, Aeth. You deserve to be taken care of good and proper, the way you watch out for us."
Aether tries to ignore the way Swiss's silver tongue makes his chest ache. He instead tries to focus on his hand on his dick, but he's not moving. "Swiss," he says, not quite a warning. This isn't a thing, just something spontaneous after a lazy afternoon spent laying together on the couch, no obligations except for Dew herding Lady into her carrier to go to her vet appointment for shots an hour or two ago.
"What?" Swiss laughs, tonguing through his slit. "You mean to tell me you don't deserve it?"
Aether groans, hand reaching to Swiss's curls again. He doesn't pull or push. Just something to hold onto. "Oh, don't start with this again," he begs. "Please, just- Fucking doesn't involve this much talking, usually."
"You're one to talk, Mr. 'I'll Sing Everyone's Praises But My Own,'" Swiss laughs, but he actually tightens his grip and starts stroking Aether's cock with purpose. "Besides, we're not fucking. I'm making you feel good."
"Then make me feel good," Aether snips, but there's no heat. Besides, he's still carding through Swiss's hair, petting him softly.
"Ask nice for what you want, Aeth, and I'll do it," Swiss promises, and Aether's known him long enough to know he's a man of his word. "Anything."
Aether smiles, expression breaking with a groan as Swiss mouths along his thick shaft. There's the barest, tiniest hint of the flats of his teeth. "Fucking-" He cuts himself off, taking a long, shuddering breath. "I want your mouth on me, Swiss, please give it to me."
Another flash of that grin makes Aether's brain go offline. "As my good boy wishes."
The groan Aether lets out is immediately cut off as Swiss swallows him whole.
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we're firmly stepping into clueless kit territory but modern au where obi-wan goes out to a bar to watch a basketball game with his friends from work and while he's waiting for a 3rd/4th round of drinks, he spies a very pretty and handsome guy leaning up against the counter looking bored af
and no one that pretty should look that bored, especially in a crowded and loud sports bar, so he makes his way over to the man.
"not your thing?" he asks, gesturing to the television, and the guy looks over, takes his measure, gets a hungry glint in his eyes, and says, "no, i'm not really into it, i just came with a friend" and obi-wan takes this to mean the very attractive man looking up at him beneath his eyelashes and touching his arm is not into any sport and he's quick to be like oh yeah no me neither i don't have the head for it i don't know anything about sports fuck sports 100% i hate sports (never mind that obi-wan coaches a little league, baby's-first-soccer-team part-time and loves it) and the attractive man laughs and rubs the back of his head and agrees and gives him his name and lets him buy him a drink
and they spend the night together and it's great and then a week or so later the assistant coach and league admins are all abuzz because famous (and single and hot) hockey player ani skywalker enrolled his twins in their soccer team program and obi-wan doesn't think anything of it until his one night stand rocks up to drop off his twins and they're both like :0 before going to argue in the locker room
("you said you hated sports, mr. hockey legend!!"
"i awkwardly laughed when the guy whose dick i wanted to suck said he hated my livelihood!! and you're one to talk, mr. coach of my twins' soccer team!!")
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