𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 (𝕂𝕒𝕞 𝕂𝕠𝕥𝕝𝕔)

«38» whatever happened to gentle

Im not even gonna talk imma just let you read the next part

Warning: S M U T. If you are uncomfortable with smut but still want read the story, feel free to skip over it as it is not at all essential to the plot.

This is unholy

Tam
Tam, essentially, could not move—even if he wanted to. His arms were tied to the frame of the healing centre bed, and his legs were being pinned down by Keefe's body weight.

Not that he wanted to move, anyway.

"Holy shit, okay..." Tam muttered. Keefe pushed Tam's thighs outward so they were spread further out. The blonde boy cuffed a hand around Tam's length, the other hand tracing across his boyfriend's lower abdomen and hips. Tam shuddered with the subtle movements carving the nooks and creases of his skin.

Keefe stopped abruptly—much to his boyfriend's dissatisfaction—and Tam gazed up at him through half lidded eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong. "Stay. I remembered something Elwin told me."

The blonde boy got up carefully and walked across the room, opening a cabinet next to Elwin's desk and pulling out a small bottle. Keefe walked back to the bed, holding Tam's curious gaze with a snicker. He sat the bottle down against the sheets while he provocatively removed his boxers.

Despite having done this with Keefe before, Tam's eyes strayed away as his boyfriend removed the remainder of clothing. Tam cursed as his cheeks grew inevitably more flushed and were most likely stained a deep shade of red. Returning to his in position straddling Tam, Keefe retrieved the bottle and uncorked it.

Tam raised his eyebrows in a gesture to ask Keefe what the fuck he was going to do with...that. In return, Keefe merely smiled and coated his fingers with the contents of the bottle. "So it's easier on you. More... gentle. Good thing Elwin is stocked up on this shit in that cabinet."

"I wonder why," Tam replied dryly, watching Keefe re-cork the petite bottle and place it on the side table next to the bed. Tam rested his head back against the pillow.

"Hmm," Keefe used his left hand to firmly grab the dark haired boy's waist, and the other hand travelled to Tam's crotch. He smirked that beautifully stupid, trademark smirk. "Maybe he needs it for a frequent visiter. Or visiterssssss. You know, it would get very lonely staying in the healing centre all the time."

"I—" Before Tam could properly respond, Keefe drove two liquid smothered fingers into him—causing his back to make a sharp thrash and his wrists to yank against his restraints. He gasped, groaning as his knuckles grew white due to his clenched fists.

"Nice?" Keefe commented wryly, adding a third finger and watching Tam squirm in pleasure. Tam shuddered in response, close climaxing already into the sheets of the bed. His body had been craving stimulation due to the absence of it, causing greater sensitivity than before.

Keefe removed his fingers—his boyfriend shuddering in relief—and leaned in to softly kiss Tam on the lips. The dark haired boy shook with tenderness. Keefe planted more delicate kisses on Tam's nose and cheeks. Tam felt his skin heat under his boyfriend's touches. "You're doing well. But, I'm certainly not done yet..."

Tam swallowed weakly with a grimace, not yet prepared. Nevertheless, Keefe snickered mischievously down at Tam, already lined up. Keefe proceeded pressed his shaft into the dark haired boy; the movement was steady and gentle, but that didn't stop Tam from arching and letting a rough sound of pleasure escape from his lips.

"Fucking hell, Keefe..." Tam panted. He wondered how the fuck the shirt restraining him hadn't ripped in half by now, with the amount he was pulling on it. Beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead but you wouldn't have been able to see them because of those horrendous bangs 💀

Jk they're cute (Or at least Keefe thinks so)

Tam shivered as Keefe began to lightly kiss his chest and abdomen, while steadily pulling in and out. Eventually, the kisses being placed across his skin became rougher and turned into crimson marks decorating the pale skin. Tam's entire torso adorned the marks, every sensitive area of his skin basked in the pale red. He didn't mind at all.

At this point, Tam could hear Keefe panting as well, even over his own laboured breaths. Keefe ceased giving Tam the bites, instead gripping a hand tightly on the dark haired boy's hip. Tam watched from below, writhing with pain and pleasure, as Keefe's eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, just... hold on..."

Keefe released into Tam gruffly, every limb in the blonde boy's body suddenly relaxing against Tam. The action drove Tam himself over the edge with a endured hum, for surprisingly the first time in this circumstance. Tam closed his eyes, easing back into the bed he was restrained to.

Keefe pulled out completely, sharply grasping Tam's jaw and pulling him in for a desperate kiss. Tam gave into it for a moment with a startled whimper, before quickly pulling away. He had felt how hot Keefe's skin felt, and Tam spoke through breaths as he looked up at his boyfriend through half lidded eyes. "Whatever happened to gentle?"

The blonde boy smirked, his eyes twinkling in the white light of the healing centre. "I'm not sure if you heard yourself, but you definitely didn't sound like you wanted gentle."

His voice was low, a teasing tone. Tam felt slightly betrayed by his own complexion, as his face grew hot, and he silently hoped that Keefe wouldn't notice; on fear that the blonde boy would be granted another excuse to tease him more. He urged his mind to come up with a witty comeback, but unfortunately, it was to no avail.

Keefe chuckled.

Fuck you, Sencen.

Tam rolled his eyes in a brave and confident—some might even say foolish—attempt to act like that definitely absolutely one-hundred-percent didn't make him the slightest bit flustered. "You're an idiot. Untie me?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmm," Keefe scratched his chin thoughtfully and scrunched his features together as if this was one of the most important decisions of his life. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. But you know, you're hot when your restrained."

"Sadistic kink, but whatever gets you going..." The dark haired boy murmured under his breath. Tam glared at his boyfriend as he muttered the latter, Keefe leaning over him and removing the shirt that was tightly restraining his wrists to the bed frame. Tam flexed his hands for a moment before moving them to a more natural position around his boyfriend's waist, as Keefe was still in straddling him.

"So, Tiergan knows now," Keefe commented, casually twining a strand of Tam's hair around his finger, eyes were bright and icy as Tam gazed into them.

The movement caused Tam to have butterflies erupt in his stomach. A few seconds of fathoming silence passed on before Tam nodded, barely remembering what Keefe had only just said. "Uhh—yeah. Do you... think maybe we should tell Biana, Fitz, Sophie and Dex soon as well?"

"Yeah. I think I'm okay with that. They're gonna have to find out sooner or later, right?" Keefe responded, waiting a moment before lightly planting a caring kiss onto Tam's forehead. "How about Thursday?"

"Okay," Tam nodded again. His eyes drifted to the clock on the table next to him, where he realised that they had only killed half an hour out of the two hours Elwin would be gone. "Hey... what are we going to do for the next, like, 90 minutes?"

Keefe grinned, straightening his posture and flexing his limbs, stretching them. "Whatever we fucking want. How about we get you out of that bed, Tammy?"