Worth A Thousand Words

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: anal sex, strap-on, hand-jobs, light dom/sub, cis/trans, angel/demon

Pride knew they didn’t have a lot of time before they had to leave, but it didn’t stop him. Once they got started, once he had Justice pinned whimpering underneath him, there was no going back. The only solution was to be fast.

That was the mantra by which he fucked Justice now, slamming into his ass with hard, swift thrusts. Pride pressed on his back for leverage, and to keep him pinned, digging his nails into the muscle under his shirt. Justice scrabbled at the sheets, moaning, and his desperation made Pride salivate.

“Is that good, J?” he asked, landing hard. “You like it like that?”

“Yes,” Justice said, voice breathy and strained. “Yes, Pride, yes, yes!”

Pride shuddered, a trickle of heat burning down his spine. It was unfortunate he wouldn’t get a chance to come himself. They didn’t even have time to take off their clothes, with Pride forced to throw his harness over his pants and Justice only as naked as necessary. There was no way he would be able to get himself off before they left, not unless they wanted to be late.

Justice pressed another pretty moan into his pillow and Pride wished he could save it in a jar for later. He got off to memories of them fucking all the time, but he wanted to be here again. Watching Justice squirm, feeling his hips slam against his ass over and over, hearing his voice make the most beautiful sounds. Pride wanted to watch them fuck like it was porn.

Wait. He could do that.

Pausing in his thrusts, he stretched to palm his phone off the bedside table. Justice whined, turning over his shoulder with confused, pleading eyes. Pride leaned over to placate him with a kiss.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said.

“What is it?” Justice asked.

Pride set his phone against the headboard. “Look in the camera.”

Justice propped himself up on his elbows, raising his head off the pillow. He appeared in the bottom half of the screen, the front-facing camera putting him on display. Pride swiped to the recording feature, finger hovering over the button.

“What I want you to do,” he murmured, “is tell me all about how good you feel.”

“O-okay,” Justice stuttered, shy expression reflected in the screen.

Pride hit record. He sank back to his previous position, phone cutting him off at the shoulders, but that didn’t bother him. What mattered was Justice, watching him in the camera and breath deepening from anticipation. He dug his hands into his shoulders and snapped his hips.

Justice moaned loudly, no pillow to smother himself in anymore. Pride fucked him as if he’d never stopped, railing into him hard and fast. The camera caught all the details of his face, how his mouth dropped, how his dark eyes rolled, how the bun on his head bounced with every thrust. But that wasn’t what Pride asked for.

“Tell me how it feels, Justice,” he ordered.

“I-It feels good,” Justice gasped. “It’s good, it’s good, it feels really good.”

“Oh, you can do better than that.” Pride rolled his hips, thrusting deep, to the hilt of his strap-on.

“I—ahh! I-I want it, I want it so much, you f-feel so good.”

“What so you want, hm?”

Justice whimpered into the camera, barely able to string together a sentence. Pride didn’t let up, only fucking him harder with every second that passed without a response.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeated.

“Y-you.”

“Say it right.”

“Pride! Pride, Pride, I want you inside me, I need it!”

Lava rushed down his spine, a gushing volcano of lust. Pride groaned, driving into Justice with reckless abandon. His thrusts got sloppy, but he was beyond caring. Justice didn’t mind either, arching and moaning and entering a rare state of horny babbling.

“I need it, I need it,” he breathed. “I need you so much, Pride. I always, always want you.”

Pride swept down to bite his neck, adjusting his position to slip a hand between his hips and the mattress. He took Justice’s cock in his hand and stroked, drawing out a beautiful broken cry.

“I love it,” Justice moaned, voice shaking. “I love it, I love it so much, you feel so perfect inside me, I c-can’t—”

“Tell me who,” Pride husked, pressed against his ear. “Who fucks you the best? Who do you beg for? Who do you love?”

He nearly sobbed. “Pride, Pride, it’s you, Pride—y-you—I’m—”

Justice started to tremble. Pride grabbed his chin, pointed him at the camera, and seconds later he came. He cried out to the room and the camera in front of him, mouth hanging open in ecstasy. Pride fucked him thoroughly, both as a reward for his participation, and because he really, really wanted to keep fucking.

When it was over, Justice limp underneath him, Pride stopped the recording. He admired the little square in his camera roll, eager to watch it back when they got home. Speaking of—

“Maybe we should get going,” he thought aloud.

Justice groaned into the pillow. He had no idea if it was an agreement.

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