Title: era of lost inhibition
Author: Timothy Wren
Fandom: S & D Tier (Webseries by LighthouseRaider)
Relationship: Alex | S-tier/Ohio James, one-sided Alex | S-tier/Morgan | D-tier, Ohio James/Barnaby
Word Count: 6,849 (Complete)
Genre: First time, banter, memory issues, gender
Summary: After throwing their heart into a volcano, Alex suddenly has nothing stopping them from relieving years of built-up sexual tension. Fortunately, Ohio is down to help them out– with just a little convincing.
or:
“Apparently, I could use the stress relief, and there’s nothing holding me back. You would not believe how pent up a body can get.”
“Several years of weekly ‘pining and drinks’ would suggest otherwise. I know exactly how repressed you are.” Ohio snorted.
Notes:
Previously titled: Ohio James and the Dick of Destiny (pun off an Indiana Jones movie title)
Alex literally swaps gendered genitalia on their whims, and gives (trans masc) Ohio a dick to use. Dick/cock used for said tool, cunt used for Ohio’s pre-magical-bottom-swap genitals, cunt/pussy used for Alex’s when they go with that configuration. Also tits used for Alex giving themself breasts. Playing fast and lose with shapeshifting.
Warning: This fic was wrote hard and put up wet. I haven’t done a lot of editing yet. I know for a fact it jumps from past tense to present tense and back, a lot. Do not read this if you can’t handle that, and handle it *without* unsolicited beta. See end notes for feedback guidelines
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
“Well, that happened.”
“Gah!” Ohio’s hand flew up to his chest, the sudden beating pulse in his ears audible even over the clatter of utensils falling everywhere. “Don’t do that!”
Alex leaned smarmilly against the counter, casual and lanky. They rose a brow.
Ohio bent over to pick the dropped silverware and wooden spoons off the ground, using it a cover to get his wits about him. Fuck, like having a tiger manifest in your house, except a tiger didn’t have the instinctual ‘Fuck! Teror, death!’ response.
“Nah, still funny.” Alex shrugged. Ohio glanced up at them, unimpressed, and closed the dishwasher. The retrieved utensils he dumped into the sink to be rinsed after their trip to the floor. He’d deal with unloading the other clean dishes later, when the most dangerous person alive wasn’t around to poke and prod at him like a cat with a mouse, enjoying the startle-reflex.
“Fucking jump scare.” Ohio complained.
Alex grinned, insouciant. Unfortunately, they looked like a super model even draped carelessly against a counter, so it worked for them.
Ohio sighed.
“Not like I wasn’t busy or anything. What’d you do, again?”
“Ugh, it’s like you don’t even pay attention when I talk. I threw my heart in a volcano.”
“What, really?” Ohio jerked closer despite himself, like there would be evidence, open ribs– some sign of a grievous wound. The only thing he could detect was the lingering hint of sulfur.
“Well, yeah? I said I would.”
“You say a lot of things when you get drunk to pine about Morgan. If you did half the things you mentioned, well…” Ohio waved that off. Alex said some off-the-wall shit sometimes. He stepped closer, eyes rolling over the villain.
“Just look already.” Alex rolled their eyes and caught Ohio’s wrist– smoothly, but also so fast Ohio didn’t see it coming. Gooseflesh raced down his spine in response, even as he let himself be tugged in. Not that he could escape.
Alex placed Ohio’s hand on their chest, muscle firm and– yes, unmarred.
Ohio leaned in, pressing his palm harder, very aware of the bracelet of Alex’s fingers around his wrist.
“You don’t have a heartbeat.” He declared, half-accusatory.
Alex shrugged, the movement rolling through their torso. They looked rather proud of themself.
“Uh, obviously? I did just solve my pining problem once and for all.” They preened.
“Yeah, until Morgan so much as breathes around you. It was just your current non-platonic feelings for him, right?”
Alex squinted at Ohio.
“Yesss? Why do you say it like that.” Golden eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.
“You go to Chernobyl. You get cancer.” Ohio tugs his hand away but Alex, just to be contrary, is as immovable as stone and doesn’t allow it.
“Immune to all forms of radiation.” Alex uses Ohio’s own hand to gesture at themself, then pins it back to his chest, fingers splayed.
Ohio rolls his eyes so hard it almost hurts.
“Someone else goes to Chernobyl. Gets cancer. Finds a magical cure for cancer. Uses it in the middle of Chernobyl, like an idiot.”
“Are you heavily implying the cancer would come right back?” Alex raised a perfectly sculpted dark brow. Ohio kind of wants to hit them in the face, just on principle, but that urge is always there.
“I’m saying you can’t cure a subject’s condition if the subject is still experiencing the stimuli that caused the condition in the first place. Can’t scoop out water from a sinking ship faster than the leak fills. Basically, you’re hopeless, love– bug.”
“Love bug?” Alex demanded, leaning dangerously closer.
“I was going to say ‘lover-boy’ but, eh, gender.” Ohio has long since mastered a poker face against the reality of Alex inducing unfortunate and instinctual fear reactions. A tiger isn’t the right comparison, but it’s the best he’s got.
Fuck, they’re terrifying, but Ohio decided ages ago not to be ruled by that terror. He almost rolls his eyes at his body’s natural reactions, at this point.
“Fair.” Alex edged back a few scant millimeters. A crooked grin tipped the corner of their mouth, the barest flash of a smirk, and Ohio tensed right up. He had just enough time to register, ah, hell, that’s the ‘about fuck with someone’ expression, before Alex is suddenly right there, in his face.
“Of course, you could just go with ‘lover.’ Nice, gender neutral… Fitting.” Danger curls in the tone, curls the corner of their mouth, the corner of their eyes. If they had a tail, it’d be wrapped around Ohio in a mockery of play.
Aha.
Oh, god, an Alex who isn’t in love with Morgan.
The tiger has destroyed its cage.
“Fitting how?” Ohio raised a brow back, voice dry. “Last I checked, neither of us were interested.”
Ohio’s arm was trapped between them, Alex’s fingers tight around his wrist, so close the knuckles of his own hand pressed against his own sternum.
Alex used their other hand to brush a thumb against Ohio’s jaw, dangerously close to cupping his cheek.
“Apparently, I could use the stress relief, and there’s nothing holding me back. You would not believe how pent up a body can get.”
“Several years of weekly ‘pining and drinks’ would suggest otherwise. I know exactly how repressed you are.” Ohio snorted.
Alex grinned, a lightning-quick flash of teeth. And fuck, absolutely gorgeous, of course.
“Maybe you do.” They leaned forward, practically purring. Their nose followed the line of Ohio’s cheekbone in a slow nuzzle, like capitulance was a foregone conclusion.
“Did you forget something?” Ohio glanced at the ceiling, wondering how this was his life. His tone of voice was at least suitably unimpressed.
Alex’s fingers curled slid around to curl into his hair, thumb pressed dangerously to his jaw. Holding him there. Warm breath rushed over the path Alex was tracing with his face, interrupted by a bright flash of almost-pain, teeth nipping unexpectedly, near his ear.
Ohio swallowed.
“Oh?” Alex murmured, slipping even closer, their legs tangling. They released Ohio’s wrist just to replace it with the trap of their body, crowding him against the opposite counter. He hadn’t even noticed being backed through the kitchen.
“Educate me, then, professor. What have I forgotten?”
“Consent, jackass.” Ohio flicked them hard on the hipbone, both hands in such a position that he could either keep them at his sides– or on Alex’s hips, far too tempting.
“Oh, I’m getting there.” Alex grinned against his throat.
Ohio has probably been in more dangerous positions, in his explorations– nah, who is he kidding? The terror of the world is right on him and out of his mind from ripping out half his emotions, of course he’s fucked.
“You’ve also lost your damn mind.” Ohio said. “I know you’re going to be in love with Morgan tomorrow. You know you’re going to be in love with Morgan tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Alex will not be happy about this.”
“Fuck tomorrow’s Alex.” The monster in question laughed. They teased Ohio’s ear lobe between their teeth. “Fuck today’s Alex, too; if you like.”
Ohio squeezed hard, both hands having, yes, found their way to the easy grip, cupping Alex’s hips that are much too slim for how much presence the asshole has.
He swallowed heavily.
“That might work better for you if it didn’t sound like a threat.”
“Yeah?” Alex’s voice, leading, amused at his ear. “Agree to disagree.”
They dropped their mouth, kissing down his jaw, his neck. Biting, here and there, and Ohio gasped.
Alex laughed, for all intents delighted, right there against his skin.
Their free hand slipped down Ohio’s waist, only to disappear– and suddenly Ohio was up on the counter, the vanished hand hot on his thigh. And their free hand still cupping Ohio’s skull, not a single hair even pulled despite the maneuver.
Right, super strength. And speed.
Hundreds of powers.
Alex nudges Ohio’s thighs out of the way, pressing their body close, and the widening of legs feels indecent, the feel of that lithe form pressed against his, no less dangerous for being smaller, no less threatening.
“Want a cock for the occasion?” Alex’s hardness burns against Ohio’s cunt demonstrably, like the layers of their clothes aren’t even there.
“I’ve got several.” Ohio keeps his voice dry, but only barely. He can’t help the breathless undertone. Alex’s answering grin is blinding, utterly pleased. Too late, he realizes that wasn’t a denial.
Satisfaction and pleasure along Alex’s mouth shouldn’t be that breath-taking, either. They were beautiful in their delight, something beyond the normal deadly attractiveness. Usually, Alex’s looks were stored somewhere around “irritating” and “threat display” in Ohio’s mind, not actually relevant.
Ah, fuck.
Alex actually laughed, a real laugh, the sound familiar, casual, making something in Ohio relax traitorously.
They pressed that smile to Ohio’s neck, and suddenly it wasn’t the S-tiered villain coiled like a snake around him, but just Alex. Alex, annoying as fuck but also really, really hot.
Alex, happy and wanting.
Double fuck.
“Yeah, but why settle?” They nudged their hips close, grinning at the hitch in Ohio’s breath. They snickered, like an absolute loser, and Ohio knew a bad joke was coming.
He sighed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put it back like I found it if you want me to. Scout’s honor.”
“Who the fuck let you be a scout?” Ohio demanded, ready to find the chapter and leave them a strongly worded letter.
“Don’t worry about it. Also, this won’t hurt at all.”
Trepidation slides down Ohio’s spine, but before he can really worry about it, there’s a very brief tingle, more of a tickle, really. And ah, yep, that sure is a dick.
Ohio’s brain does a quick mental reboot.
“You gave it to me hard?” Is somehow the first thing he managed to ask, after the starburst of new sensations settles unnervingly fast.
Alex leered.
“I’d rather you give it to me hard.” They corrected, cupping his new equipment. “And by it, I mean the new dick.”
“Yes, I gathered.” Ohio’s breath hitches annoyingly, his dick achingly hard. It’s the kind of arousal with teeth, the kind of ache he can only usually reach when he’s edged himself all goddamn day.
Fucking christ.
He metaphorically grits his teeth in the face of it, determined to retain his composure.
Alex strokes along his length through his sweats, the thin fabric hiding absolutely nothing, and Ohio shudders. The menace swipes their thumb across the tip and it sends electricity surging up Ohio’s spine.
He hisses through his teeth and Alex smirks at him, leaning forward to taunt.
Ohio shoves a hand in dark hair and bullies them into a kiss instead, half snarling into it. Alex makes a surprised sound that morphs mid-kiss into a satisfied one, going horrifically pliant in Ohio’s grip.
He throws his other arm around the villain’s waist to catch him, before they can fall down or something. They’re languid and lazy against Ohio, boneless, lips moving equally lazy against Ohio’s.
“You are the worst.” Ohio says against their mouth, but Alex basically ignores him.
“Mmm.” They sigh into the kiss, with single-minded focus. Like they have nothing else that could possibly distract them at the moment.
Ohio’s cheeks heat right up, embarrassment from the sheer display of hedonism. Well, he already knew Alex was like this. Pleasure-seeking, thrill-seeking, always on the hunt to entertain themself.
It was not a surprise that they’d luxuriate in pleasure like this.
Alex presses closer and before the sensation can even register, Ohio is moving with them, arm slipping tighter around the small of their back, encouraging. Then the sweet drag of clothed erection, blessed friction, hits his dick and he groans low into the kiss.
Wasn’t Alex’s hand there?
No, Alex’s hand is on his shoulder, the other migrating slowly down his side, touching shamelessly, feeling out Ohio’s muscles like they have all the time in the world.
Alex likes his reaction, clearly; the villain moans back, taking his lips again and again, until they capture his low lip between their teeth in a little play bite. It’s hot and messy.
They suck on his lower lip, pulling it into their mouth and lavishing attention, and suddenly the kiss has a lot more tongue than it did a second ago. Alex hums in abject approval.
Then, suddenly, they’re climbing him. Ohio would have broken the kiss in shock but Alex is ruthless, pursuing him as he tries to pull away. They kiss Ohio down as they climb him and the counter both, legs on either side of Ohio’s hips as warm hands manhandle him back.
Ohio’s spine hits the counter and his head does not, both of Alex’s hands wrapped around it, tangled in his hair, as their chests press together and Alex kisses him over and over.
It took scant seconds, and now Ohio’s entire world is Alex, boxing him in. A hot weight on his hips, the tantalizing drag of muscle against his chest, and he finds his hands caught once more on the trap of Alex’s hips, encouraging.
“Heh, yeah.” Alex breaks the kiss to grin down at him, but a moment later their eyes squeeze shut and their mouth drops open on a low moan, rocking their cocks together indecently.
Ohio’s entire lower body hurts with how hard he has to clench, just, absolutely everything to remain still, retaining composure by a hair’s breadth.
Naturally, this doesn’t actually stop Alex, who braces on their elbows to fuck up against him, rutting against Ohio’s cock like a toy.
They get four strokes in before Ohio shudders and rocks back into it, hips pumping up as Alex grinds down. Alex tips their head back and cries out, high and unashamed.
Each breath is half a moan, little pained noises, and their fingers are loose where they lie against Ohio’s hair, not properly gripping anymore. Those fingers wiggle down, bracing on Ohio’s shoulders instead, seeking leverage.
Then one hand slides down to his tit and instead of fondling it, actually braces Alex up. They stop moving, except to shiver a little at the way Ohio doesn’t stop, at first, still grinding up– and something about that, about Alex still and Ohio practically writhing against them– well.
They don’t go far. In fact, despite the new vantage point and the way they’re more looming now, their cock is still very much pressed into Ohio’s, a still pressure that makes him want to shake.
“So.” Alex cocks their head. “About that consent.”
“Get over here.” Ohio growls, yanking them back down, and kisses the smug laughter off of Alex’s tongue.
“Are you sure you’ll still respect me in the morning?” Alex asked mockingly, but still satisfyingly breathless.
“Still? I don’t respect you now, what the fuck,” Ohio laughed, dazed. “I hate you so much.”
“Yeah, yeah. We should fuck nasty about it.”
To his chagrin, his dick jerked at the idea, like the fucker had a mind of its own and that mind was thoroughly made up about what they’d spend the next few hours doing.
Traitor.
Then again, it came from Alex, so of course it was going to be evil.
Sure, great, that was wonderful. It came from Alex, and it wanted to come for Alex. Preferably until it was absolutely spent, unable to proffer even a trickle of cum.
Ohio covered his face with a hand and groaned.
“You are thinking way too hard.” Alex declared. “Clearly, I’m not doing my job right if you can concentrate again. Can I blow you?”
“You’re asking permission, now?” Ohio demanded, incredulous.
“Oh. Good point.”
Ohio’s groan definitely did not edge into sob territory as Alex took that and ran with it, slinking down Ohio’s body like a predator.
Objectively, Ohio’s dick was too new to be afraid, and yet a tingle of ‘oh shit, danger’ hit him as he caught Alex’s golden eyes looking up at him, full of guile.
He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, safely looking at the ceiling. If he had to watch Alex’s perfect pink lips stretch around–
No, nope, not thinking about it.
His dick felt like a hot metal rod as Alex fished it out, though. So sensitive that his hips bucked hard and Alex settled a hand on his pelvis to stop him. The touch was feather-light, and yet Ohio could not so much as twitch against it.
Right, super-strength. It didn’t stop him from straining against that touch, and Alex must have felt the pressure because they huffed a little. Ohio could imagine their face with flawless clarity, the little smirk…
Wet, soft. A teasing lick to the underside of his cock.
Ohio whimpered. It thankfully got caught in his throat, which tightened in time with his hips– trapped impotently in a loving, ungiving grip– but Alex had no mercy.
They immediately slid the head past the soft ring of their lips, tongue a soft bed for his cock to ride against. They took about half, it felt like, the tip touching the roof of Alex’s mouth in a way that felt illegally good, each little movement butting it against that texture, and their tongue.
They slid back and forth on the portion in their mouth, Ohio trapped in the hot wet grip of things. It wasn’t even all of his length and yet it was so much.
He could only rock from the soft pressure of Alex’s tongue on the underside, to the soft-texture-teasing-suck against the head, and back again, caught between twin pleasures, and rapidly panting. His entire body had broken out into a full sweat at some point, but Ohio couldn’t tell you when.
Alex moaned and it struck through Ohio like a plucked chord, every part of him squeezing tight, from his toes to his abs. His nipples were like molten nails on an anvil, struck and ringing from the blow, so fucking sensitive.
Barnaby would tweak them both, leaning into the pain a little until Ohio was groaning with it, filling him up and pressing just right on his g-spot while he tugged and punished Ohio’s nipples, until he was begging for more, harder/faster/more.
Ohio tried to clench on nothing, except it didn’t even work, because he didn’t have those muscles anymore. Instead his cock jumped in Alex’s mouth and Alex sucked hard in response, making choked-out little moans like they loved every second, and Ohio beat his fist on the villain’s shoulder because it was the only place on Alex he could reach, a broken sob sliding out of him.
Alex pulled off, but they took their time about it, a sensual and slow approach that had Ohio shaking when they finally released him– and even then let the tip rest of their lower lip for an unconscionably long small eternity.
“What’s up?”
If Ohio could reach he would strangle them. They’d be fine. They were literally unkillable.
He took a deep breath, then another shallower one when that didn’t work, and found his voice.
“Get in me right now.” He said.
Alex rose a brow, gold eyes unnatural in their face, a predator’s. Thrilling.
“I thought you were going to fuck today’s Alex?” They thumbed the sensitive head of his cock, sweeping through a gush of new precome. “Was that not the whole point of this thing?”
“Don’t call it a thing.”
“I’ll call it whatever I want.” Alex rolled their eyes. “I’d like to call it a perfect seven inches of a good time, but you’re being cock-stingy.”
“I’m— you– seven?” It just occurred to Ohio that Alex had custom made his cock, down to picking out the dimensions. And apparently tailoring it to their preferences. Ohio’s forehead throbbed so he pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger, staving off a headache.
“Besides,” Alex continued, undaunted. “I’ve got holes you don’t, right now. It’d be easier that way.”
Ohio barely had time to snap his teeth together against the instant denial, a rebuttal so knee-jerk he didn’t even stop to think.
Barnaby was so big, most of the time they didn’t stick to the hole Ohio no longer had, in which only three quarters could even fit. Instead they spread him open from behind and stretched him full, until he couldn’t even think from being so stuffed.
But revealing that would mean Alex would consider it an option, and the idea of Alex fucking him open–
“You had a dick seconds ago.” He said, reaching desperately for a distraction– any distraction.
Alex rolls their shoulders in a shrug, mercurial, limber.
“You didn’t have a dick, five minutes ago. These things change.” Alex leaned in and nuzzled their nose against Ohio’s, like they were being cute with the word play. Teasing. Playful.
Ohio immediately tried to leave his own skin.
“Do not under any circumstances fall in love with me.” He said, the words bared like a cross in front of a vampire.
Alex rolled their eyes.
“I won’t, geeze. Take a joke.” They almost pouted about it. Ohio personally felt he was quite justified in eyeing them mistrustfully.
Alex sighed.
They moved forward with an unintentional grace, sinuous while obviously not trying to put on a show, which was bullshit, and tugged Ohio’s hands until they were pinned to the counter above his head.
“Relax. I just want you for your body.”
Ohio snorted so hard it hurt.
Although Alex had no heartbeat, Ohio’s was beating fast and hard in his chest at the pantomime of being held down. Actually, no– he tested it, and found despite the softness of Alex’s grip, he was well and truly trapped.
Alex’s hands were yielding flesh, not iron or steel, and yet for all Ohio could get away, they might as well be adamantium.
“Well, I was going to teleport us to your bedroom, but now I have questions.” Amusement curled in their voice. “Are you actually trying to get away, or do you just like that you can’t?”
The tone was sultry, dark– not things Ohio was used to hearing from Alex, for all that their reputation literally proceed them into any room they might enter. It send chills down Ohio’s spine, goosebumps erupting along his arms and legs.
“That’s a fucked up thing to ask somebody.” Ohio complained. He’d like to say he went still at the levied accusation, but– well. Even as he spoke, his fingers twitched weakly, wrists unable to resist the urge to try the grip.
Of course, he went nowhere. Alex wasn’t even trying.
Fire burned low and hot in Ohio’s belly and he fought the urge to squirm under golden eyes pinning him down in more ways than one.
“It doesn’t have to be.” Alex brushed a languid kiss to Ohio’s jaw. “We could play that game if you like.”
“If you start purring I’m going to freak the fuck out, fair warning.” Ohio said dryly. “Also, no we can’t. If… we were to go there…”
Fuck but it was hard just saying it. Even implying that Alex could be right was awful. No, thank you.
“Yeah, yeah, negotiations and shit.” Alex wrinkled their nose and it was not cute. They scoffed derisively.
“Hey, negotiation is–”
“Important, I know. Oh my god. Stop it already.” They squeezed Ohio’s hands in warning and his pulse tripped over itself into a sprint.
A shot of arousal hit his bloodstream. His cock hung between them, half crushed by Alex’s body, and still so breathtakingly new. The lack of touching had not caused any amount of flagging. Like, at all.
“Teleport us.” He managed, suddenly aware of the vulnerabilities of the position, of the most dangerous person he knew– the most dangerous person that anybody knew– asking on a whim if he wanted to play downright terrifying games.
“Spoilsport.” Alex accused, and suddenly they were somewhere soft and familiar.
Ohio’s heart started beating madly for a whole new reason.
He stared, absolutely wide-eyed, as Alex grinned down at him. Alex, whose hands were still securely wrapped around Ohio’s wrists, now pressed into the mattress above his head.
Alex, who had not snapped even a little bit.
Ohio, if he could think through the shock and dread to think anything, would have expected some manner of “oh, shit” from the villain.
Instead, their eyes widened only minutely, quickly followed by a few blinks and an unconcerned sigh. They slid one hand down from Ohio’s wrists and clicked their fingers in the sound.
Before Ohio even met Alex, he knew the snap from horror stories and news broadcasts, the way you know the sound of a tsunami siren– a disaster warning that echoes clear through the area.
Since having the unfortunate pleasure of becoming familiar, if not friends, Ohio has adopted a different connotation for the sound. Alex snaps all the time; casually, spitefully, but rarely with the gravitas their showman villain persona uses in large scale conflicts.
It still clicks, still rings through a room when they use their power, but it’s long stopped being a proper threat.
It’s a threat now.
The two of them appear once more in the kitchen, soft sheets replaced with hard countertop, and Alex exhales a put-upon sign. They snap again and by then Ohio has settled it into fond memory; the sound of stealing a cup of coffee for Morgan, the sound of a prank being set off half a world away, the sound of shenanigans.
On the second snap, they fall into the bed, somewhere Ohio should feel safe and comfortable. The sheets smell like him, like Barnaby, like Kotetsu.
“There. Happy?” Alex snarked.
“I was happier two minutes ago when I thought the snapping was mandatory. Do you just control all of reality, all of the time?”
“Uhhhngggghhh, no.” Alex groans discontentedly, a rising warble of consonant. “I’m not a reality warper.” They practically spit the words.
“No, just a god.” Ohio blinked hard. Fuck, chances Alex wasn’t faking other requirements of their power? Almost nil. The thought that Alex didn’t need to kill anyone to get powers– that their own powers were just… just… fucking limitless— made a tiny, desperate part of Ohio’s brain sit up and start screaming, and it didn’t stop.
“Well– flattery will get you nowhere.” Alex purred, blinking up at him through criminally long lashes, a lopsided smirk turning their perfect face from a ten to an eleven.
Ugh, gross.
Ohio’s reflexive disgust for how annoyingly hot Alex was kicked in, shuffling past primordial terror.
He took the moment of clarity and ran with it, inhaling as he stuck the gibbering mess– probably the remains of his common goddamn fucking sense, if not his actual last brain cell, given who he was in bed with– and shoved it into a little box to handle later.
Or never.
Then he put that box inside another box, and that box in a bigger box, and mentally mailed it somewhere far away from his bed.
“Why would I need flattery to get somewhere?” Wry humor had gotten Ohio out of every other nightmare, and it wouldn’t fail him here. He took hold of Alex’s hips again, flipping them deftly.
[For just a moment, there was no give, like an ant moving a mountain, but a split second later they were soft, pliable, human. Alex had to decide to be moved. But that was in line with what the world knew of them, and some other powerful capes had similar powersets, so Ohio mentally rolled his eyes at himself for flinching over it.]
The barest hesitation, blink-and-you-miss-it gone, and Ohio had Alex under him on the bed, bangs framing their face, lips turned up, eye and nose faintly scrunched with pleasure they didn’t try to hide.
Alex was clearly enjoying themself in his bed.
Ohio could work with that.
“Apparently,” Ohio continued, lassoing his train of thought. He leaned in as Alex had done earlier, nose brushing against the villain’s. “You’re easy.”
Alex snorted badly, which was rudely cute up close when it should have been grossly human, and then snickered like an asshole.
“Yeah. Okay– yeah. Fine. I’m easy.” Alex rose a brow and called the bet, letting their legs fan open. “What are you going to do about it?”
They wound their arms around Ohio’s neck, crossed at the wrist and hands dangling. Clearly, the hands-off approach.
“Your clothes smell like a volcano.” Ohio ran a hand down Alex’s chest with a suggestive hum. “Get rid of them?”
A breath, and suddenly Alex was entirely bare.
No snap.
Not even a hint of a snap, and–
Cope. Ohio could cope. Ohio, in fact, had priorities.
The way his bare cock slipped and slid against Alex’s vulva were… approximately all of them. All the priorities. His sweat pants were still pulled down around his ass, barely noticable until that moment, and he kicked them off immediately.
The shimmying required rubbed his cockhead against Alex’s slit, a little, sliding up and down and side-to-side abreast of all the velvety softness, there, that really did merit a closer eye to take in all the details.
Alex’s foot helped him get the sweats past his knees and Ohio grunted thanks, settling back into place. He already hadn’t been wearing a shirt in his own damn apartment, but now they were both naked and it made the heat pooling in Ohio’s belly more immediate.
Interestingly, the feeling was a little different. A little lower, his balls– because of course Alex gave him balls– tightening up a bit. Ohio was going to have to figure out what a flaccid situation was like, after this– supposing he kept the new equipment. Of course, it was growing on him, and not just in the ‘hotter, harder, a bit longer’ way that sex was causing.
His new cock throbbed against Alex’s cunt and Ohio groaned.
Alex, of course, smirked at him, eyebrows doing a thing, so Ohio reached down and took himself in hand, smearing the head and its little bead of precum right over Alex’s clit.
The villain sucked in a sharp breath of air, shuddering slightly. Ohio met golden eyes pointedly as he pushed small, tortuous circles around the one smoldering point of pleasure. Against his knuckles, Alex’s vulva twitched and their lips practically quivered as they clenched dramatically around nothing.
“That’s right,” Ohio murmurs, seeing how this is going to go as Alex– usually so casually in control of everything– drops their head back to enjoy this.
“Mmm.” They say, opening one eye to squint at them. “Praise, already?”
The sardonic tone doesn’t land. They’re breathless. Breathless. Or at least their normal voice coming out breathy and fluttering, focused more on pleasure than their normally immaculate elocution.
“If you want.” Ohio lays his own cards down, increasing the pressure a little bit. Slow, smooth circles. His cock weeps appreciation and the motion picks up the slick, spreading it in, smoothing the way.
He shifts his weight a little and removes his hand, first drifting over the dangerously soft skin of Alex’s belly, then dropping it to the mattress for leverage.
Alex barely lets off a pointed sound of disappointment before the heavy weight of Ohio’s cock slides against their clit, rubbing hard, delicious friction probably not quite as good as holding a vibrator tight to the organ, but making up for it with friction.
The complaint gurgles out into a gasp/choke combo and Ohio grins. Ah, yeah.
He dips his head down to take a small breast into his mouth, hitting the nipple fast and mean with his teeth, no time to adjust. Alex snaps ramrod straight on the bed, like a live-wire, and then sinks into it with a dismayed groan.
“Nooo, it’s so nice.” They complain. “What– Ohio.”
Their hands tangle in his long hair, keeping him right where he is. Ohio is amused. More than that, he’s desperately turned on. He fucks Alex’s clit like he doesn’t have anywhere better to be, sharp focused thrusts keeping everything nicely building up to a gorgeous crescendo, and the ride gets wetter and nastier between them.
Alex starts to squirm after a bit, like the pleasure is too much and they don’t know if they want to press closer or get away. Absolutely gorgeous.
“You gave yourself tits for this.” Ohio says against their chest, moving from one well-sucked peak to the other, careful to let his stubble slide just so across the sensitive skin. “You didn’t have to, so clearly it’s more a demand than an invitation. You don’t exactly do subtle.”
Alex is panting, now, rocking into Ohio’s hips. Into Ohio’s cock, the slap of his balls against Alex’s outer lips rhythmic, sharp, addicting.
He feels light-headed with it.
“Don’t– mm– know what you’re talking about.” Alex denies, laughter in their voice, but it’s not at him, it sounds– not delirious, but detached, a full-body reaction to how good they feel, to the easy pleasure of it, laughing because they feel good and are clearly reveling in it.
It is no surprise at all, to find a hedonist in the S-tier villain.
“Within the halls of Slumber, glowing Haphaestus has carved a thousand likenesses of the god.” Ohio murmured, tracing the sensual curve of one breast down to the hint of abdominal muscle. “Here, wreathed Hedone clings to his side.”
“Are you quoting shit at me?” Alex demanded, voice wavering in their distraction. They bit their lip on a particularly lovely thrust, but golden eyes narrowed. “Are you quoting poetry at me? In bed?”
“Bad habit. Great for tomb-raiding, though.” Ohio slows down in apology, to which Alex groans, a heel digging into Ohio’s ass as they try to drag him closer, faster, harder.
Ohio grinned shamelessly. “Hedone, child of Psyche and Eros. Fitting, hm?”
Alex’s mouth dropped open in surprise. They snorted.
“Greek myths, really? Shouldn’—-nnnnn’t you dabble in Egyptian?”
“I love ruins all around the world.” Ohio did again what caught Alex’s voice, sliding his hips a bit down until a thrust could hit right up on their clit instead of sliding alongside it. His frenulum rubbed against it, catching over and over again, and Alex bit their lip on a loud cry.
“Let’s lay you to ruin, right here.” Ohio grinned to himself and endured the kick to the thigh that remark earned him.
“Awfully confident of yourself.” Alex gasped in one breath. Ohio rose a brow, dipping his chin pointedly to the fucking vision the two of them made, at Alex’s body spread out beneath them and glistening with sweat, nipples sucked and bitten a dark, angry red.
“Shouldn’t I be?” Ohio challenged them. Instead of giving Alex a chance to respond, though, Ohio slipped down a mite and fucked into them. The slide was more than smooth; Alex’s hole was downright greedy as it sucked him in and the villain themself screamed.
“Fuck!” Alex bit out, like they’d been actually stabbed, but they came down laughing, gasping, encouraging. “Yes, yes, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Ohio didn’t wait to set the pace, continuing the same momentum he’d brought up fucking against Alex’s clit, leaning his weight into every thrust now.
The newness of it– the physical reality– hot, slick, welcoming, the fucking unrelenting grip of it. Urgh. A strap just didn’t compare, which was infuriating.
Still.
“You’ve ruined me for other dicks.” Ohio complained, not able to keep the laughter out of it even as he fought to sound annoyed– as he worked to take that annoyance out on Alex’s divine cunt.
“Ha!” Alex snorted. “Fuck, ow, don’t make me– laugh, ooh.” They shuddered with their whole body and met each thrust, hands falling onto Ohio’s shoulder to get the leverage to half lift themselves off the bed each time, rocking into it with naked greed.
“Usually,” Alex laughed. “Usually I have to actually use my dick to, ah, garner that particular curse.”
“Truly your talent knows no bounds.” Ohio was sweating himself, a hot mess of it down his neck, back– even his temple wasn’t safe, his hair faintly matted with it.
His bed was going to smell like this, smell like Alex and pussy and cock and the faint whiff of sulfur and burning things to explain how they got here to begin with– and Ohio couldn’t think about that one too hard, or he might come to his senses, which.
Heh. Was not the kind of coming he wanted to be doing, now that it was actually an option.
He just knew this equipment would have all the hardware and software features, after all. It was certain to live up to the expectations.
And Ohio would be damned if he came before Alex, first time out for this new cock or not.
“Like hell.” He muttered under his breath, picking up the pace. Alex gasped again, claws digging into Ohio’s shoulders– thankfully, metaphorical, fingers making a clawlike shape. Otherworldly fantastic pussy on offer for the actual cock of his dreams aside, if Alex gave themselves actual claws Ohio was going to safeword out.
Which. They hadn’t actually established, so. Hmmm.
Best not linger on that one.
He angled his hips up, snapping at just the right place to– yes, there– put all his strength behind an absolute merciless–
Alex choked, each breath coming out with helpless little moans, a cacophony of nn–nn–nnng that was music to Ohio’s ears, and he fucked up against all the best spots he could find, wanting to draw it out, make it good.
He braced on his knees, keeping up the rhythm– barely– as weight transferred to his elbows on the bed, freeing up hands to– mm, yes, barely a handful if he’s feeling generous– really only half a handful, as these things go– but Alex’s tits were soft and lovely, the bitten-red tips probably stinging against his palms, and Ohio had to trust that, just as he was trusting his forearms to keep him upright and keep the thrust leverage good.
Pinching the nipples got another scream from them, and Ohio smirked as he drug his beard down their sternum, little pinpricks of pain against the burning ones, all contrasted so fucking beautifully with the rhythmic, desperate clenches around him, faster and faster each time, Alex’s pussy squeezing so tight around him it was like it didn’t want to give him up, even for the quick length of a thrust he needed to pull back and fuck forward.
Ohio wrenched up, all his weight on one arm, just to get a hand– yes, like that– down between them, thumbing roughly at Alex’s clit, pressing a whip-worn callous against it in just the slightest drag, and–
“Fuck!” Alex shrieked, coming all over themself. Juice spilled, not quite a proper squirt but something, an explosive release at climax, and Ohio rubbed them through it, not quite willing to learn mercy here.
Alex’s legs trembled desperately, arms shaking, hands holding him just a hair too tight. Ohio kept the thrusts slow and deep, more flexing his ass than using his legs, and didn’t stop those either. Soon the shuddering turned into desperate jerking, like Alex was trying to get away from it– sensitive, too sensitive, but that was more an opportunity, really–
Ohio took their arms from his shoulders and pinned them down to the bed, getting wide-shocked golden eyes, an expression that looked young on them, a flash of something– not quite innocent, never that for Alex– but delicious all the same.
“That’s one.” Ohio said casually. Alex’s mouth dropped open in a perfect circle. “How many can you usually get, in one night?”
“I don’t know.” Alex said wonderingly, their voice absolutely wrecked. It seemed to float between them. “I’ve never tested it, fuck. Usually two or three if I’m…”
Ohio pressed his cock all the way into them, in one smooth, hard manuever, and rubbed their clit just so. The waves of pleasure that crested into orgasm hadn’t had the chance to die down, per se, and Alex came again with a shocked little sound.
“Oh, fuck.” They nearly whimpered.
“Mm-hmm.” Ohio agreed. Then flashed a grin, all teeth. “Thanks for the gift.”
He pulled out to rub all along the length of Alex’s pussy, from slit to clit, really rubbing home the point.
“It seems to be working as expected.” He slid back into Alex with a wet squelch, shuddering despite himself. “But let’s playtest a bit more just to be sure, hmm?”
“Yeah.” Alex agreed breathlessly. “We need to be thorough.”
Their eyes were like an eclipse, black ringed by the thin burning ring of a star.
Ohio leaned down and kissed them, agreeing without words.
He had every intention to void the warranty. And then burn the receipt, just to be sure.
Then they’d see about getting Alex their heart back, because as much as he loved his new dick, Ohio was not about to make this his new normal. The damn thing might just fall the fuck off in protest.
And wouldn’t that be a crying shame?
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Poem from: Statius, Thebaid 10. 90 ff (trans. Mozley) (Roman epic C1st A.D.) :
“Within [the halls of Somnus-Hypnos, god of sleep], glowing Mulciber [Hephaistos] had carved a thousand likenesses of the god [Somnus]: here wreathed Voluptas (Pleasure) [Hedone] clings to his side.”
https://www.theoi.com/Daimon/Hedone.html