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Rain. It was raining outside and the soft pitter-patter on the windows was soothing. You turn to the clock to see it was nearly 7 in the afternoon, this was reflected by the oranges and reds that bled into the kitchen through a window. It was a particularly quiet day in Kong studios. That wasn’t saying much but it was a nice change, however temporary it was. In the kitchen you stood by the island, thinking about making a sandwich and calling it dinner for the night.
You move to the pantry door and enter the small space, browsing the shelves. The bread was a given, but that's where all certainty for this meal was lost. What type of sandwich are you having? What kind of bread should you use? That sandwich can’t be the only thing you have can it? Maybe you can add a bag of chips or-
“Whatcha looking for, baby?” Russel had appeared behind you in the midst of your dilemma, setting a hand on your shoulder. You turn toward him and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek. You hadn’t seen him for most of the day, mostly due to him being locked away in his room. This wouldn’t have been odd if he hadn’t specified that he wanted no disturbances. The way he specified his request this morning was uncharacteristic and stern. You and Noodle had been in the kitchen making coffee when Russ had asked you two to relay the message to Murdoc and 2D.
“Makin’ a sandwich, though I’m lost and what type to make.” You explain. It didn’t feel right to press Russel about his request from this morning the second you see him.
“How about I make it for you?” He suggested, as sweet as always. You weren’t opposed to the idea till you returned to a previous thought. He had been in his room almost all day, when was the last time he ate?
“When was the last time you ate?” You asked, grabbing his hand. He placed his free hand on the back of his neck and looked up in thought, looking genuinely stumped by your question. He sighs and you lightly chuckle knowingly.
“How about we make each other's sandwiches!”
“That ought to be fun.” Russel ends the sentence in a cheesy smile and gives your hand a light kiss before grabbing bread. He was your long time lover and even longer friend, so these sandwiches couldn’t end up too gross for each other. You followed him out to the kitchen and saw that the sun was now far past the horizon and the overhead light had been turned on. Jeez, how long were you in there?
You see that Russel had sliced the bread and put it in the toaster oven. Going to the fridge, you grab some produce and ingredients: ham, cheeses , lettuce and tomatoes. You lay it out on the island table and hear a small snicker from behind you.
“Isn’t that a bit much?”
“Nah, I want this to be the perfect sandwich for you!”
You slip around him and grab the bread, beginning to slice it in two. The toaster dings and Russ sets the bread on a small plate and leaves for the fillings. You set the bread in the toaster and begin to think. Now you didn’t know what he was going to do with your meal but for him you had an idea.
While he was turned away from the fridge, you went in and grabbed two jalapenos. He didn’t turn around but you were sure he heard the door open and close. Unsure of where to hide the little ‘surprise’ you put the peppers in your pocket. Repeating the same process as the drummer you find yourself next to him at the table.
The sandwich making is going along well! The two of you start making small talk, mostly you catching Russel up to speed on what he missed. Noodle had to break up a fight between 2D and Murdoc, as well as the stray tabby cat you saw outside. You avoid looking at what he’s preparing but take a glance at his face. His soft features, his lips pursed in concentration. You admired him absentmindedly, forgetting the sandwich for just a minute.
“You’re staring.” The drummer observes, cutting through the silence. You look back down to the half finished sandwich and pick up the pace.
“It’s hard not to when you don’t tell me anything, I feel like I’m doing all the talking." You say in jest. You hope that wasn’t too forward and continue…
“What were you doing in your room all day?”
…
“I’ll tell you after dinner.” Although not upset, it did seem as if this was meant to be taken with a more serious tone. Hm. What was he so concerned about? Breathing in through your nose and out the mouth you decide to push this to the side and look down. Right, the sandwiches.
You see Russel finish the sandwich and place the other half onto the filling. He goes to the pantry for what’s probably the other half to this meal. As he’s searching though the pantry you grab a knife and slice up the jalapeno, placing it on the sandwich with about as much grace as Murdoc trying to find the bathroom while shitfaced. You cover the ‘surprise’ with two slices of ham and decide to add spicy mustard just in case.
Russel comes back with a family sized bag of chips and pours it into a large bowl. He doesn’t seem suspicious but you take his expression with a grain of salt. You place the remaining slice on his sandwich and announce that you’re done. Seeing as Russel had grabbed the chips and taken a seat, you pour two glasses of red wine. The table was set and as you take a seat you two begin to eat.
The silence is comfortable, but what he said still looms in the back of your head: “I’ll tell you after dinner.” You didn't know what the weight of this situation could hold.
“Hey, this is pretty good. The jalapenos are a nice touch.” The drummer compliments. You remember why you’re here. You take another bite of the sandwich, taking in account the flavor. It’s everything you could ask for!
“Thanks! Yours is pretty good too.” You respond past the cheek full of in your mouth. 'Damn this really is a good sandwich.’ Taking bite after bite the sandwich is gone all too soon. The precious meal bestowed upon you by the one you love most is now but a few crumbs on a plate. Oh wait there’s still the chips. You pop one in your mouth and watch as Russ finishes his sandwich.
“Sooo, whaddya think?”
“I told you it was good.” He let out a laugh and began eating the chips along with you.
“I was thinking about naming it, does ‘The Spice-Inator' sound appetizing?”
“Who are you, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?” You land a punch on his shoulder and laugh. It felt like it's been a while since the two of you had just chilled around together, one on one. The bowl and glasses are slowly emptied between conversation and laughter. You pick up the dishes and place them in the sink. Normally you would scold 2D or Murdoc for not washing the dishes as soon as they put them in, but today you were feeling particularly lazy. “I’ll deal with them tomorrow,'' you tell yourself.
You turn back to the island and see Russel looking at his hands that rested on his knees, like he’s deep in thought. He had something to tell you, and you knew you couldn’t back out now. You sit and place a hand atop of his, looking him in the eye. He didn’t look shaken or by any means upset, which confused you further. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, you try to reassure instead of asking questions.
“You know you can tell me anything.” You say, hoping that may steady his nerves. He takes your hand in his and pulls you up from the chair. You follow him up the stairs and to his room. Although he seemed to be keeping his composure, you felt your heart rate rise, the feeling of your heart pounding against your chest.
The door creaked as it opened and you glanced around the room. It was no different from the last time you were in here, if anything it was a little cleaner. This observation did little to sate your nerves. He sat you two down on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath. It was him who was getting ready to tell you some life changing news, why di-
“I want to try bottoming.”
Oh.
That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. You saw that he was a little flushed. Sex wasn’t even close to the direction you thought this talk would go in. You give a light laugh and turn toward him to leave a hot kiss on his lips, deepened by the way he slightly turned his head.
“You had me thinking something awful happened.” You state with a smile.
“Sorry, I wanted to do proper research and didn't really know how to approach you about this.” He wrapped you in a tight embrace and buried his head in the crook of his neck.
“Anything else I should know about this?”
“Well since it’ll be my first time bottoming, we’ll need a safe word.” True. You two had been together for a while, but sex was never the top priority in the relationship. Sometimes there was some foreplay or it was just in the spur of the moment, never have you two actually talked about it.
“Hmmm, how about the safe word be ‘window’?” You suggest.
“Why ‘window’?”
“Because, it's the first thing I saw, and in emergency situations, you should jump out a window?” He lets out a small snicker and nods his head. You move to place yourself in his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. You felt calmer and decided to take the initiative, peppering kisses along his face and bringing your hands down to rub his back and waist. Russel closes his eyes and hums in pleasure.
At one point he catches your lips on his and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. You feel a hand make its way to the back of your head, pushing the kiss deeper. As time goes on the kiss gets more feverish, more desperate. He begins pushing his tongue into your mouth, the sensation is stellar. You two taste each other's mouths both determined and frantic. He’s first to pull back for breath…
“L-Let me grab somethin’ real quick.” You slip off his lap and begin to get undressed in the meantime. You thought about it, Russel bottoming is a first. You usually stuck to being on the receiving end, granted with varying amounts of dominance. He returns with a box and sets it down on the bed.
“This should be everything we need.” You open the box and scan the contents. Yep, that looks like just about everything: strap-on, lube and a range of particularly shaped toys you’ll save for another time. You begin to place your hands on his body, undressing him so you two can get to fucking. As much as you don't want to admit it, you were feeling a little hot yourself. You think that Russ had caught on to the slight urgency in your movements, stopping you as you finished removing his trousers.
“Slow down, baby. Let me start.” You felt his hands grasp your shoulders and set you down on the bed. He dipped his head down and caught your lips in a kiss, and trailed down your neck. He sucked on a few spots on your neck and shoulders, licking stripes up and down your chest. He was really getting into this, foreplay was never this prolonged.
As he made his past you or stomach and began kitten licking your clit. You felt good, whether it was because you were finally getting stimulation or maybe just because it was Russel. He soon moved to your thighs, kissing them up and down. You were dripping by now but as you thought Russ was going to go further, he sat up and gestured to the box. Right, that.
“Do you want me to, uh…” you sat up and took the lube in hand. He silently nodded.
“Alright… hands and knees?” He was staying quiet but obligated. As troubling as it was, you wanted to wait till he said something. You set yourself up behind him, rubbing his hips and thighs in hopes to sooth him.
“Tell me if anything hurts or feels off…okay?”
“Alright.” He nearly whispered as you put lube on two fingers and circled the mussel. You watched as it twitched under the touch, spamming lightly as one finger began breaching his entrance. Taking your time, you slowly work the first finger in and out, letting him adjust. You work your way up to three fingers and catch eye of his cock hanging between his legs. You slightly shift your wrist and begin searching for that special spot. Feeling around you knew you’ve found it when the drummer's breath hitched and you feel him begin to push back against you.
“You, like that~?” teasing him, you begin to focus on that spot. His dick was now leaking pre and a muffled noise can be heard from the larger. You wanted to keep teasing him but you didn't know how much longer he could last. You pull out and swear you could hear him whimper.
“Not yet, we gotta get to the main event.” Looking back to the box you take the strap-on in hand. Upon further inspection you could see that on the opposite side there are grooves to rub against as you use it. A cheeky smile lit up your features, quickly putting it on your waist and strapping it in place you look at your lover. His legs were shaking and his face was buried in the pillows.
“Are you ready?” You whisper, leaning over his back and rubbing circles into it. He nodded weakly.
“I need a yes or a no, baby.”
“…yeah.” He spoke, as you left a chaste kiss on the back of his head. You poured the lube into your hand and covered the strap, letting the rest drip onto his hole. The tip was pressed to his entrance and you allowed your pseudo dick to sink into him. It was thick and had a few small grooves up and down its length, that much was apparent as Russel reacted to the phallic.
Pushed to the hilt, you are hip to hip. You sit and let him adjust. As you wait, you test the waters with the grooves and softly thrust your hips. It felt good, wasn’t anything stellar but the thought of slamming into the man below you and grounding into the ridged surface sent sparks up your spine.
“Move…please.” You heard from below. Starting with shallow thrusts, you begin to find a steady pace. Topping wasn’t entirely new to you, but you were a little rusty. You tried finding his prostate, shifting to different angles and-
"Hmmff~” A long, muffled groan is heard signaling to you that you’ve found it. You focus that spot once again, speeding up in the process. He keeps letting out sounds and moans, letting you know how much he likes it. You plush a little harder and feel the grooves move up and down your clit, stimulating it again.
“Faster.” The drummer demands, pushing back and meeting you at every thrust. The grooves move faster and faster and you feel that familiar warmth in your stomach.
“F-flip, I wanna kiss you.” You pull out and hastily flip the man over setting him on his back. His legs are spread wide and inviting. Pushing back in you feel him wrap his arms and legs around you, begging for the brutal pace to continue. Licking his lips, you begin to make out. Making out and pushing against each other. You move your hand over his thighs and up his stomach to his face.
Pulling out almost completely and slamming back into him , you feel the grooves and moan into his mouth. Moving faster and rougher, leads to you two swallowing each other's moans. You felt your end coming near and moved your hand to start jerking off his neglected cock. He broke the kiss and let out a few broken words, whispers and whimpers, his back arching off the bed. He began thrusting into your hand desperation showing in his sounds and movements. Explosively, he came into your hand and his breath began to steady. You pushed back into him a few more times, grinding down and coming onto the groves, feeling it drip down your thigh.
You let out a sigh and flopped on top of him. Russel caught his breath and sat up, taking you into a tight embrace. You two were worn out and you felt like jelly in the legs.
“Hmm, was it good?”
“Stellar. You did great.” His complement reassured you, maybe you weren’t so rusty. He lifted you briefly to lift the covers and tuck the two of you in. Getting comfortable as you heard a pound on the wall.
“Nex time keep it down you two!” You heard Noodle shout. You two snicker and make a note to apologize tomorrow, and probably clean the mess too.