♜ 𝙼𝚌𝚢𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ♚(INDEFINITE HIATUS)

♡ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 • 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚕𝚢𝙰𝚁𝙶 ♡

Summary: Argbur likes it when he and Slap make love, it makes him feel warm.

Credit to Roach_Coach for the image <3

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Top!Schlapp and Bottom!Argbur

I will be using Wilbur and Schlatt interchangeably with Argbur and Slap, because fuckyouthatswhy(/j)

CW: sorta soft sex, praise, handjobs, aftercare.

If there are any spelling mistakes, let me know :)

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Argbur gasped as Slap pushed in, groaning softly at the overwhelming feeling of being full.

"Shit– you feel so fuckin good, sugar." The American whispered, watching as the normally calm and collected brit melted under his touch.

"S–Schlatt–!" Wilbur whispered, voice wavering. It always surprised him how full Slap made him feel, how warmth bloomed in the pit of his stomach and spread to his entire body, like fire spreading through his muscles and burning up until nothing but euphoria remained.

"You're so cute, pumpkin. I love you." Schlatt murmured, kissing the taller's cheek.

Despite being a military man, the younger was always so soft and careful with Wilbur during these times. Speaking in loving whispers, touches gentle and warm, filling Argbur's heart with love and making his head go fuzzy with affection.

"I–I love you too, my darling. You are the reason my heart beats, every second I live being so much brighter when you're around."

Schlatt smiled, the expression on his face reserved only for moments like this, pressing another kiss to Wilbur's face. "You're so cute when you get all poetic."

Slap began to move, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in. Argbur let out a broken cry, loosing his composure as his body was violated in the best way possible. His body was lit aflame, the fire of passion spreading through his limbs and making him feel fuzzy.

"Fuck! S–Schlatt, I—f–fuck!" The British man whimpered, voice small and shaky. Everything felt so good, it was almost unbearably warm.

The soldier quickly set a pace, pounding his boyfriend into the mattress as he stared into those intoxicating chocolate eyes.

"Should have put you on your stomach, then I'd be able to bite at your nape just how you like." Slap teased softly, licking a stripe up the older's neck. "You'd like taking it from behind, wouldn't you?"

Wilbur just layed there, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let out lewd sounds. This man, this wonderful, beautiful, kind man, made him feel so loved. It made tears well in his eyes, the stimulation mixing with the quiet praises Schlatt had started whispering in his ear, making his head spin as his body was jostled around.

"I love you, doll. So cute, so perfect." Slap muttered, groaning quietly as his release drew close.

They both released quiet moans, Schlatt biting Wilbur's neck and jaw, leaving purple and red marks in his wake.

Argbur nearly screamed when his prostate was hit, drool running down his chin. His tip beginning to leak precum onto his stomach.

"Good fuckin boy, baby. Doing so good." Slap praised, one hand sneaking down to stroke the brit's manhood.

That was the last straw for Wilbur, a dazed whine leaking from his lips as he came all over both of their chests. Tears began to roll down his face, the warmth in his body multiplying tenfold as overstimulation set in.

He sobbed softly as Schlatt continued to thrust, thumb rubbing circles over the head of his dick. The pleasurable burn that came with overstimulation was always something Wilbur enjoyed, and Slap was fully aware of that.

"I know, sugar. I know it's a lot, I'm almost done." The American whispered, panting into the older man's ear.

"A–ah, I'm right there— fuck!" Slap came with a moan, filling Wilbur up. He thrusted through his orgasm, finally stilling as he calmed down.

After coming down from his high, he realized Argbur had gotten hard again. "Fuck– want me to finish you off?" He asked, the brit nodding.

Schlatt pulled Wilbur into a kiss, jerking him off until he came with a muffled cry.

"You did really good, baby. I'm so fuckin proud." Slap murmured, pulling out and sighing as he watched cum spill onto the sheets. "Well that's gonna be a bitch to clean up."

Wilbur chuckled, leaning up to steal another kiss from his lover. "I'll go start a bath while you get this cleaned up." The brit said, slowly sitting up and groaning at the uncomfortable sting that spread through his back and thighs.

"You're in no condition to walk, hun. Just relax, I'll handle everything."

And so Wilbur was carried to the bathroom by his boyfriend, Slap running a bath and cleaning them both off as the brit drifted in and out of consciousness.

After getting them both dressed in proper clothing, Schlatt changed the sheets, laying the half asleep man down before joining him.

Wilbur pulled him close, mumbling something about being cold as he pulled the covers over them.

"I love you, Jonathan 'Slap' Schlatt."

Slap chuckled, playing with his boyfriend's curly hair.

"Love you too, Wil."