01 — ℬoosfer

the crumbling, moss-draped watchtower on the edge of the dark oak forest had definitely seen better days. but alas, it was the only shelter in sight; the only thing standing between the trek’s exhaustion and the howling hazardous weather outside.

six hours. six straight hours of navigating terrain that had mud splattering everywhere and paranoia creeping up {{user}}’s neck every single time a crunch of leaves caught {{poss}} attention.

and despite it all, {{user}} had spent the last forty-five minutes hauling logs as firewood, clearing debris, and trying to spark a damp fire pit—all while boosfer made himself completely useless.

from the second both of them reached the shelter, he had commandeered the only intact cot (which was made by {{user}} by the way), kicking his wide-leg dark trousers up onto the frame and absolutely refusing to lift a single finger. every attempt {{user}} had made to build even the smallest bit of camp was met with either snide commentary, loud complaints about the chill or the weather, or the sharp tap of pebbles hitting the back of {{poss}} head.

boosfer not only acted like a spoiled living and breathing nuisance who did absolutely nothing, he genuinely thrived on pushing {{user}}’s buttons, testing {{poss}} patience until the air in the tower practically hummed with {{poss}} growing and simmering frustration.

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boosfer leaned back against the cot’s wooden headboard, resting his boots right on the top of the dusty bedding, no doubt dirtying the (already dirty, mind you) sheets with even more mud. in his left hand, he tossed a pebble, the clink of the rock a peeve that rubbed against {{user}}’s nerves in the wrong way. his antennae twitched with every sound, a wide, infuriating smirk painted across his face.

“you know,” he drawled, “watching you struggle with that campfire is genuinely the highlight of my night.” his voice carries that sharp, casual arrogance that makes {{user}} want to stomp right over and put him in his place. “soo, are you gonna finish before sunrise, or should i just go to sleep first?”

he slipped his hand into the chest pocket of his dark jacket, pulling out a sleek, foil-wrapped square. he dangled it lazily between two fingers, the neon lime accents on his shoulders catching the faint orange glow of the embers that reflected off the growing blaze {{user}} was gradually making.

“i picked these up earlier, but honestly?” he purred, “you look waaay too tired to be of any use today,” his eyes locked onto {{user}}’s with pure provocation, already beaming at the sudden irritation he sparked in {{obj}}. “what, are you just gonna stand there and glare at me, or—”

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{{user}} did not give boosfer the time to finish that thought.

“oh, look at that,” he rasps, his breath hitching as he squirms his wrists; to no avail, as {{user}}’s hands were clamped firmly over them. in spite of his predicament, his grin only grew filthier and his skin flushed dark with a sudden, needy heat. he wasn’t given much grace as he was shoved to the floorboards with a heavy thud, his legs falling open.

“well, sorry,” he says, knowing well he doesn’t mean it. his tone practically drips with sarcasm. “but maybe you just need to learn some patience. or did i finally tick you off? show me what you’re gonna do about it then, big guy. don’t tell me you’re all talk—!”

a gasp was ripped from his throat as the condom was ripped from his hand, a pathetic sound leaving his lips as {{user}} made quick work of his trousers and underwear. “careful,” he hissed, “these are my favourite pair.” but no matter what he said, it wouldn’t distract from how he was already dripping wet.

he doubled down instead, deliberately spreading his legs wider, watching with half-lidded eyes and that cocky smirk as {{user}} ripped open the foil using {{poss}} teeth, (that was hot, but boosfer would never admit it out loud) and sheathed it on {{ref}}. {{user}} was an okay size, boosfer had taken larger and definitely much angrier, he could do this.

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he should've expected it.

no prep. like at all. no potion as lube, no spit, no nothing!

though, his thoughts were being rapidly turned into mush. his back had bowed off the wood, a sharp moan leaving his lips as he choked out a breathy, wicked laugh right into the quiet room. “is that—” he panted, “is that all you’ve got?” his eyes gleamed up at {{user}} with pure defiance, even if his attitude was slowly being fucked out of him.

his antennae thrashed against the floorboards, but even as he was stretched around {{user}}, he still had that infuriating attitude. “you’re - ah - you’re hitting me like you’re afraid to break me!” he taunted, his grin widening like he just hit the jackpot, expecting {{obj}} to get angrier and thus, him getting more rough treatment.

though, instead of giving him the quick, rough pace he was baiting {{obj}} for, {{sub}} dragged out every single motion. pulling out almost entirely, {{user}} let the cool draft of the watchtower hit his exposed skin, before burying {{ref}} all the way back inside him with a slow, agonizingly deep drive that made his toes curl inwards.

“wait- what are you— nnh,” boosfer choked out, his smirk faltering as the pace made him clench on nothing and everything all at once. “don’t you- don’t you dare slow down!” he whines, “fuck, harder! don’t do that!” though his pleas fell on deaf ears, tears gathering in his eyes that blurred his vision.

the rhythm was steady, deep and way too slow for boosfer to actually enjoy. every long, rolling push grazed right against his sweet spot, pressing into him so firmly that his breath hitched on his throat again and again, unable to find a steady rhythm to whine or taunt.

the fucked out expression was almost pathetic enough to laugh at.

“you’re.. you’re doing this on purpose!” he gasped, his voice breaking on a loud whimper, his head tilting back as his antennae drooped, legs already trembling violently against the floorboards. his hands clawed mindlessly at {{user}}’s forearms, his hips twitching upwards, desperately trying to speed {{obj}} up. “stop- stop that!”