Tyrelliot Smut Adventures

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This is supposed to be an alternate take on the scene in s3e08 (the one where Tyrell straddled Elliot and Elliot was totally into it lol). If you think Elliot acts OOC here it's because he's in the Mr. Robot personality but since Sam Esmail said they're the same person I'm referring to him as simply 'Elliot'.

Tyrell felt his blood pumping through his veins as he watched Elliot on the floor, meeting his teasing stare without breaking eye-contact. A dirty smile curled the hacker's lips and he slowly spread his legs like an invite.

Tyrell stood above him, hastily removing his suit jacket before he sank to his knees, straddling Elliot with his weight.

"That's it!" Elliot beamed in the same enthusiastic, encouraging tone as before, egging Tyrell on. "Is this how you and Joanna did it? I can see why she liked it-"

"Don't talk about her, you motherfucker," Tyrell hissed immediately, disgust seeping into his facial features, his gloved fingertips finding Elliot's throat, reaching, wanting to squeeze the life right out of it.

"You're not gonna do it," Elliot sneered, "I know you're still head over Ferragamo heels for me, asshole-you're just losing your shit because I'm serving you the truth, as usual, and you can't fucking stand the thought that I'm right and you're wrong."

"Shut up," Tyrell whispered, almost more to himself than to Elliot, unable to suppress the shake in his hands.

"Fuck," Elliot groaned underneath him, an almost pained expression on his face, "you really know how to push my buttons..."

The moment the words left his lips, Tyrell felt it. Elliot was obscenely hard, his entire length pressing against Tyrell's ass, heavy and hot.

Tyrell could've blamed the adrenaline, but he knew that wasn't the reason why he felt weak with arousal as Elliot gently started to roll his hips, brushing his dick up against him like some fucking porn star.

Elliot didn't need to give an order. Tyrell's hands travelled to Elliot's chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt. A tiny, suppressed moan escaped Tyrell's lips before he could stop himself.

"Yeah, that's it," Elliot grinned, "be a good boy and help daddy out."

Tyrell flushed, unsure if it was because of Elliot's sultry, perverted lilt or the indignity of being ordered around like a pet, but couldn't ignore the unmistakable effect of arousal the praise had on him. Something that didn't go unnoticed, apparently.

"That gets you going, huh?" the smaller man continued, now teasingly palming Tyrell's obvious erection through his suit pants. "You're really pretty like this, you know that? All worked up and hot under that blue collar. Wouldn't think a man of your calibre would be ashamed of what he really wants."

Tyrell felt his fingers curl and tighten around Elliot's throat, who practically giggled. A sudden heat ripped across Tyrell's face.

"Shit, I forgot you're into choking," Elliot added sarcastically. "You know that anger is the natural response to feeling powerless, right? Is that why that poor lady had to look into your crybaby eyes while you squeezed the life out of her? By all means, Mr Wellick, take all that toxic masculinity out on me."

"You-!" Tyrell spluttered, "how dare you-"

Tyrell growled in the back of his throat before he unceremoniously slid down Elliot's jeans and briefs in one fluid motion, not knowing what he was doing any more.

"No hands," Elliot said, propping himself up on his elbows as to get a better view. "From what I've heard, you're good with your mouth," he added suggestively, a knowing smirk curling his lips. He chuckled when Tyrell clenched his jaw and blushed with further humiliation before he gave him a dark look.

"Well?"

Tyrell hesitated for a moment before he settled between Elliot's legs. He lowered his head, tilting it so that his uneven breath hit Elliot's naked skin. His lips were only inches away. He could do this as quickly and impersonally as the many times he had been on his knees sucking some corporate robot's dick to climb up the career ladder.

Or...

Tyrell licked a wet, almost savoring stripe along Elliot's cock, his tongue pressing hard underneath the dripping head, collecting every drop of precum.

"More," Elliot commanded, voice low. He felt a shiver run down his spine and bit his lip as he watched all the blue blow out of Tyrell's irises from lust. Elliot never felt powerful but he could get used to having this kind of hold over this man, watch him squirm under his gaze, so pliant and willing and eager to please him, watch his lips part as he took Elliot's cock into his mouth like it were a holy chore and sucked with devotion.

"Good boy," Elliot smirked, pushing himself in deeper, feeling Tyrell moan around him, cheeks flushed red from praise. Tyrell traced his tongue along Elliot's cock, coating it in saliva, making sure the loud slurping noises were heard over his own whines as he sucked and licked while never breaking eye contact with the man above him.

With undoubted ease and practice, Tyrell sank down and buried Elliot's length in his throat to the hilt before going up. He did it again and again and again, methodically, like he was working a task. Elliot moaned under his breath and felt his cock twitch as Tyrell swallowed around him, maddeningly wet and tight.

"Ah-f-fuck, you're... good..."

Tyrell had heard that exact phrase and a plethora of other dirty words but when it came from Elliot's lips it made him shiver. He realized he had been so focused on pleasuring the other man that he hadn't noticed just how hard Elliot's whines had made him. He felt his length pressing into his inner thigh, heavy and painfully constricted against his suit pants. He pulled off Elliot's cock with a slick sound to rest his cheek on one of his warm thighs.

"Who told you to stop?" Elliot tsked in annoyance before he saw where Tyrell's hands were. His eyebrows shot up in cold realization at what he was doing, or rather, wanted to do.

"I said, who told you to stop?" Tyrell almost mewled in response, biting his own lip to prevent the noise from leaving him, chest heaving in frustration.

"I have an idea," Elliot leered at Tyrell, a mad glint in his eyes.