Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

The flickering of the TV caught Ethan’s eye. Also, the voice that sounded like soft, heavy velvet. Deep, arrogant, and was very familiar. He heard it before. Letters on the screen flickered away and as he saw the man again, on the screen he grunted in discomfort. The grin, the sunglasses, the hat, the fucking cigar in his calloused hands. Smoke billowed around the man’s face. He sat on a chair, seemingly watching Ethan, as he drew anew from his cigar. The glimmering end lighting up his face a little more.

“You’re better off than I thought.” The grin spread on his face, and Ethan grimaced. He knew exactly who this man was..., but he seemed like he talked a lot and willingly about himself. If not that, then maybe about Mother Miranda

“Who’s that?” Ethan tried to sound annoyed... but honestly, he was almost glad about the compliment. Getting acknowledged, at least a bit, was feeling rather nice. He had some rough hours behind him.

“Oh, come on, we just met a while back! Not that it really matters...” Yeah... it mattered. That sexy bastard had driven a rusty metal pole through his chest! Wait? What was he thinking? He grunted, felt with his hand around the place where the pole was buried in his chest. Heisenberg was leaning back in his chair, one hand on his thigh. The other around his cigar.

“You’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you?” Ethan tried to focus here... but seeing the bastard right in front, so close but still far away...

“You have fight, I’ll give you that, Ethan. But what’s the plan if you have all four flasks?” Good question. Ethan hadn’t the time to think about that! He only wanted to get Rose back... wanted to know her safe and sound. Finding Mia... maybe she was still alive and hopefully well. This shit was so fucked up... but to share that information with the bastard... no.

“What’re you trying to get at?” The blond asked curiously. This entire conversation sounded suspicious. Heisenberg smirked. That look was kinda alarming. Ethan bit down his tongue as the man relaxed a bit more on his seat and threw his cigar away. Swallowing hard and… transfixed, he watched intently as the older men was palming his crotch. The lightning was still poor, so he only could see so much, but the bulge was obvious. Sharp shadows drawing his gaze towards Heisenberg accentuated, very lively looking cock and his stroking big hand.

Ethan swallowed again. He felt hot and bothered, only because he saw the man handling himself... Maybe all the fights, the adrenaline in his blood... maybe he needed some other sort of relief?

“I could lend you a hand.” Heisenberg’s velvety voice wandered straight down Ethan’s spine into his dick. His pants felt entirely too tight, and he grabbed the table, trying to steady his wobbly knees. Fuck. This wasn’t a reaction he expected. Not so instant, not so intense. Ethan licked his lips. Watching as the hunk of a man groaned. Heisenberg’s cock twitching heavily in his pants. Gods, he looked huge. The entire man looked huge on this fucking tiny chair. And he could hear him? Could he also see Ethan? The blond looked around and he heard a slow, rumbling chuckle. Almost as if the man was nearby. He tried to get a clear thought. Scratching the wooden table with his nails in the process.

“Trying to get on my good side?” Ethan asked through gritted teeth, angry at his own reaction. Heisenberg was the smug calmness in person. As he slowly opened up the zipper on his pants and Ethan bit down on his tongue, his own cock twitched heavily, spurting some pre-cum in his underclothes. Making them feel wet and sticky. Fuck. Why was this guy so fucking hot? Why had he such an effect on Ethan? His thoughts were tumbling around in his head, he tried to calm himself down, he took a sharp and deep breath and choked on it, as he saw Heisenberg didn’t wear any boxer shorts or the like and let his big fat, uncut cock flop free from its prison. Smiling at Ethan, as if he was watching his reactions. Ethan inhaled deep, after he was over his little coughing fit. Shoved a hand in his crotch and tried to press the heel of his hand down on his cock. Shit.

“Don’t get cocky.... Ethan....” The sound of his name spoken with this voice was almost too much. Electricity sparked down his spine, his legs felt weak. He groaned, bit instantly down on his tongue to stifle the sound and watched helplessly as Heisenberg gripped his heavy cock, seemingly not able to grip his own girth, and started slowly pumping up and down. Hypnotized, Ethan stared as his foreskin gave way to a fat, red glistening glans. A drop of pre-cum on the slit? He could only assume at the bad lighting. Fuck, he felt his mouth salivate at the sight.

“Like what you see?.... I bet. I don’t want to kill you yet, not worth the trouble... There’s a stronghold not too far outside the village. Go there and get my flask. Do that, and you pass. And maybe you get a little more than only some pleasant pictures to hold on to, while you fight your pretty ass through hordes of monsters.” He had the audacity to wink at Ethan before the screen turned back to black. Heisenberg’s fading chuckles resounding in his ears.

“Self-centered prick.” Ethan murmured and cursed again. This fucking prick. Asshole. Good looking piece of shit. Heisenberg was probably busy at the moment palming his fat, delicious cock and Ethan moaned through his teeth at the thought, slowly massaging his hard dick with his hand, slipping his trousers down to get a better grip, as he pumped himself to a messy, leg shaking orgasm. Disgusted over himself, he looked at the mess he leaved at the table after tugging himself back in his pants. He wanted to met Heisenberg face to face, again.

His legs still felt a little wobbly. This was not the real deal... and Heisenberg’s hinting gave him new fuel, also he was so close to get Rose back... this entire ordeal was so fucked up.... 

Chapter Text

“You’re the real deal, Ethan. Well done.”

Another flickering TV- screen that slowly faded from white to the face of Heisenberg. His glasses too dark to see his eyes. But the smirk was present. Ethan would like to rip it from his face, or do other things to make it vanish. Heisenberg’s voice sent shivers down his body. He felt goosebumps prickle over his skin. And he wasn’t even near him. Still not near him. Ethan’s name spoken with his voice... Shit. Maybe he was needy. A little too needy. Was something in the air that made him so? It wouldn’t be surprising. This fucking village was cursed! At least he had all four flasks now....

But he wanted more than only his daughter back. The last few hours he had more or less a hard on whenever he thought about this bastard that smirked at him, AGAIN.

“Quit hiding, asshole. I’m not letting you get out of this.” Ethan grumbled. Not amused, seriously under-fucked, as it seemed, and he was sadly very aware of this. And Heisenberg probably too. The older man put some distance between the camera and himself, so Ethan could look at a bare chested beefcake. His chest chiseled with muscles, but also there was some nice fluff there, slightly graying as Heisenberg’s hair. And his pleasure trail, that took a path down into his pants, the zipper still open or open again.

“Cool your jets. See, I’m not hiding. I’m here to look at. Only for you, Ethan. I just thought you deserved a little reward.” His voice was feeling so fucking good in his ears. And this was only a fucking record – not the real deal. Ethan imagined his voice near his ear, whispering – honestly anything – and it would make him hard, instantly. Only the imagination got him half-hard already. Seriously? Was there some mold here, around him, that made him fucking horny? Probably so... everything here was disgusting, moldy and mutated. Heisenberg seemed to be the only normal... or less insane than the rest.

“Just a little bit more and you’re all wrapped up. I’ll lend you a hand, so in exchange....” Heisenberg’s voice dropped a little deeper, got to a murmuring and the velvet of his voice practically dragged around his ears, feeling soft and heavy. It really felt fucking nice. Ethan never imagined that a voice could do this to him. Not even Mia’s.... But again, he was getting held up. What had he to do now? Was it still much... he wanted Rose, and some well-deserved rest after all this sick chaos. And a Heisenberg that whispered… probably some fucked up shit in his ears. As long as he spoke it in that deep, velvety tone, he could say anything.

“In exchange what?” Ethan was seriously annoyed. He wanted some quietness and a room that at least felt safe so he could take a break from all this. Everything here was so fucked up, made him sick in the head.... he couldn’t comprehend shit it seemed and Heisenberg was pretty much an envelope with a big, fat, red secret stamp on it. Tempting, very tempting, but also a big uncertainty. At least he wanted something from Ethan. Two things at least. The blond stared at the man on the screen, waiting, trying to ignore his horniness. Heisenberg let one of his hands roam over his chest, while he stared at Ethan, surprisingly accurate. If Ethan assumed he was not watched – he was still not sure of this. And then the bastard winked, smiling seductively. Heisenberg absolutely knew how hot he was, and Ethan longed to touch him... to be the one that let his hands roam over that godly body....

“First of all, come to me. Put all the flasks in the altar and I’m sure you’ll figure the rest out. See you soon, Ethan. And.... don’t disappoint me.” Heisenberg grinned vividly at Ethan and blew a kiss at him. This bastard. Ethan felt his cheeks burn with some heat. This was unexpected. Very much so.

“Goddamnit.” He mumbled, annoyed, and slapped with his flat hand against his persisting half-hard on. Groaning through gritted teeth at the pain. He needed some fucking distraction. So he followed on with Heisenberg’s ‘instructions’.

Chapter Text

Ethan found himself in a space that looked more like that of a detective or a serial killer, after he had dragged down the plane that was covering up the table and the wall. The blond let his gaze wander over the pictures. More like a serial killer. Then a special picture drew his gaze.

“What the hell... Mia!?” He merely spoke, almost a little breathless. That was some fucked up shit right here. What was this about Mia? Why the connections? She was also woven into this sick story he lived through.... Ethan felt his head hurt and he swallowed hard. Hopefully, all the things could be settled. He wanted to know more about this, but his train of thought was cut by the velvety voice he had heard before. But now it was the real deal. He spun around, facing towards the older man approaching. Ethan didn’t want to get stabbed and dragged along a floor covered in heavy metal again. He felt his knees go soft. Shit.

“Truth hurts, don’t it? Let me guess. You’re thinking, maybe, take me out like the others, and then you get to go and save Rose?” Goosebumps spread over Ethan’s entire body. It did take a moment in which he tried to get what Heisenberg was saying. It never occurred to him that a voice could have such an impact, but here he was. He grumbled at the older man. Heisenberg got slowly closer to him. He was fully clothed again. Maybe because of the thrill? Or because he was getting used for something and… all the shit before was just his own sick mind playing tricks on him? Ethan swallowed and gathered his thoughts.

“I want to get Rose back, whole and healthy. And I don’t want to take you out... You hinted that you might wanna help me. In exchange for what, exactly? I want answers, don’t drag it along anymore!” Ethan’s nerves were grounded down enough to last him for the rest of his life. Heisenberg slightly tilted his head, smiled, showing his teeth, and slowly shoved his glasses down his nose to watch the younger one over his sunglasses. Ethan bit down on his tongue. Shivers ran down his body. Heisenberg's eyes were mesmerizing. Much more so in real than on a screen. Did he even see them before? Probably not, because those damn glasses were always on Heisenberg’s handsome face. It dawned on him, he never saw them before. They were an awesome shade of... green, or gray. Heisenberg moved, and the light changed their color. Transfixed, Ethan reciprocated the gaze. Still biting down his tongue, slightly tasting the copper tang of blood. He felt how he reacted, how his body wanted to be near this man. Heisenberg stopped a few feet in front of him, still looking at him, until his gaze drifted to the pictures behind him. Then back to Ethan.

“Listen, Ethan. You’re being played....” He covered some more distance until he was mere inches away from his face. The taller man looking down on Ethan. He gestured behind the younger one.

“Lady super-sized bitch... Ugly-ass psycho doll... and that moronic freak....” Heisenberg's voice was controlled, soft, heavy. He pointed at the pictures and the blond slightly tilted his head to look at the photos.

“Don’t you get it? It’s a test, to see if you’re strong enough... to be part of Miranda’s family. Unlike me, you have a choice. I HATE Miranda, I didn’t want to be a part of her family, but I never got asked!” Heisenberg stared at him, and Ethan felt uneasy. The lure and lust from before was there... not as present, maybe. Still, the voice of the man tugged on some chords inside him, and Ethan closed his eyes for a brief moment. He took a deep breath, slowly understanding what the other was getting at.

“So... you want my help? Against Miranda?” Ethan looked at Heisenberg again and swallowed. This man had an aura that was searching for his own kind. More so if Ethan could see his eyes. It was thrilling.

“Do you have any idea how powerful your kid, Rose, is? Even Miranda’s scared of her – You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and then we can grind Miranda into paste.” The offering was on the table. Heisenberg was still so fucking close. Ethan could feel his warmth radiating towards him, and also his smell. Metallic and warm, welcoming. A strong musk that was filling his nostrils and was sending shivers and electrifying sparks down his spine. But he had to think not only about himself. Not only for his slowly hardening dick. He wanted this man.... But he had to think of Rose.

“I am inclined to see this union between us happen. If you promise me that Rose doesn’t get hurt. She is my daughter. I love her and I want her safe, unharmed, healthy.” Ethan glared into the eyes of Heisenberg and the taller man stared back, slowly lowering his head, so he could look deep into Ethan’s eyes. To see the green irises so close and genuine, not hidden like all the time before, gave Ethan the impression that Heisenberg was sincere and it would make things easier. Have someone to rely onto, who actually did understand all the things that were happening here. Who also wanted to get out of here, get rid of Miranda. Ethan didn’t want to play with Rose’s well-being, and he needed Heisenberg to understand his conditions.

The silence between them dragged along for a few moments. Heisenberg was still staring at him and the blond felt almost vulnerable in such proximity, but also he felt the arousal climbing back up, and the tension between them got incredibly stronger. Electricity almost sparked visibly between them. Heisenberg dragged his sunglasses down from his nose and placed them on the table beside Ethan. He inched closer to the younger man, and Ethan could feel his warm breath on his face. His eyes intense, still focused.

“I understand, and I will take care that nothing happens to her. I promise you that.” He seemed honest, and Ethan slowly nodded.

“Then we have a deal.” The blond swallowed hard, still staring. This hunk was absolutely beautiful, and up close... almost like a dream.

“Then we have only to seal the deal, hm?” Heisenberg grinned, a dirty grin, all teeth, and he closed the distance between them. Their lips almost crushed into each other. The kiss was hard, teeth clacking, lips getting bitten until Heisenberg forced his tongue into Ethan’s willing mouth, claiming dominance.

The smaller one felt incredible. Warmth pooled down his back, his dick instantly hard, leaking into his underclothes. With a needy sound, he didn’t believe he could make he stared at Heisenberg, after he broke the kiss. The older one licked his lips.

“Hrrrm, you taste incredible.... you bit yourself... the taste of your blood is as good as some fine wine....” Heisenberg’s voice was rough and soft all at the same time and his ears felt tingly and he shivered as the other slowly placed his lips on his ear, his beard dragging along his cheek. Deliciously rough on his skin. Then he felt a tongue over his earlobe.

“Filthy little Ethan, I can smell your arousal...” The sound of his voice immediately got down onto his dick. Ethan felt his cock twitching heavily and soil his ruined boxer-shorts even more. Then there were teeth biting down, and Ethan couldn’t hinder the moan that slipped over his lips.

“Heisenberg.... Shit....” His own voice trembled, and he closed his eyes, tilting his head to give Heisenberg more room.

“Karl.” The older corrected him and he felt goosebumps all over his body as Karl dragged his tongue down his neck. Feeling his wet, warm tongue, his teeth and the drag of Heisenberg’s beard, letting Ethan squirm and his breath hitched. Karl sucked on his sensitive skin and probably left some very obvious markings.

“Finally.” Heisenberg’s rough voice was near his ear again. As he got shoved hard against the table in his back, Karl placed his hands around Ethan’s hips and lifted him on the table with so much ease…. The younger one let his hand wander around Karl’s neck and pushed his hat from his head to grab a portion of his hair, to drag him into a hard kiss. He felt Heisenberg shoving his legs apart, pressing their hips against each other, and Ethan could feel the hard bulge in Karl’s pants. His cock felt incredible.... huge, a fucking monster, and he liked it.

The blond tugged on the clothes of the other man until he shoved his hands under Heisenberg’s shirt, feeling his muscles shifting under his skin, feeling the scars and the hair. He tugged on the pleasure trail, letting his fingers slide along the waistband of his pants. Heisenberg grunted.

Ethan couldn’t wait anymore, he wanted more. With a strong push, he slid down from the table again and switched positions with Karl, so he was the one leaning against the table. And Ethan was sure he only could do that because the mutant let him. In a rush, he dragged his jacket down and shoved his own shirt over his head, then he knelt before Karl, feeling his mesmerizing gaze upon him.

“Right where I wanted you to be.” His voice vibrated through the air, Ethan could feel his powers tug at the metal parts on his clothes, almost in waves... He needed to look out for that, it felt interesting and maybe it could tell him something about Karl’s state of mind...

Ethan stared, Heisenberg’s pants were taut, the zipper straining, the seams seemed to pop at any moment. He felt his mouth salivating. Grinning, he tugged at the waistband. He wanted it to be as uncomfortable for Heisenberg as possible. Dragging his pants down, Ethan heard him growl and his dick sprung free, splattering some pre-cum around and onto Ethan’s chest and face. Holy. He stared. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen Karl’s dick before... but in real, it was different. He was huge. Ethan still stared, his brain not able to get a clear thought. As he watched the cock in front of his face twitch heavily, the balls pulling up full and big. Ready. Ethan swallowed heavily. His own dick twitched in anticipation. He felt his cheeks flush as a clear drop of liquid formed at the slit in front of him.

“What are you waiting for?” Karl’s voice sounded satisfied with Ethan’s reaction. Slowly the blond licked over the glistening glans, tasted the salty drop of pre-cum. The taste was rich, and he almost drooled. Slowly he touched the cock, his hand couldn’t fit around the incredible girth. Heisenberg grunted as he peeled the foreskin back. The tip was blunt, big, fat and glistening. He gripped it a little harder and stroked it with his hand, feeling the warmth. The soft skin sliding over the hardness, and the prominent veins. Ethan opened his mouth and let his tongue slide over the length from base to tip. Tasting salty skin. Then he slowly started sucking on the tip, letting his tongue swirl, feeling the soft skin, Heisenberg’s heart pounding. Karl undressed slowly, so Ethan had a marvellous view.

The taller mans muscles were twitching under his skin and he heard the wood of the table creaking under his weight. Then he grabbed Ethan’s hair, dragged his fingers over his scalp, and pushed him down to his cock. Ethan choked slightly at the tight fit, his jaw hurting, but he let Karl doing what he wanted. He gripped the other man’s thighs, burying his nails into the skin. The feeling of getting to be used was incredible, the taste of Karl was incredible. He felt his cock twitch in his pants again. Ethan needed to free his cock.... it hurt. He couldn’t stifle the loud moan at the overwhelming feeling of his overfilled mouth.

“We have to train that! I want to fuck your throat.... my cock entirely sheathed.” Ethan moaned again as Karl began to fuck his mouth in rough motions, rocking back and forth, holding his head, his hand buried in his short hair, tugging him in the directions he wanted. He felt the cock in his mouth pulsing, throbbing, spurting pre-cum down his throat. Hot, and it was a fucking lot. Ethan got a taste of it now and then, when Karl let his dick linger on his tongue. Sucking and slurping on this fine piece of meat was like a dream. Ethan massaged his own erection through his pants. He felt drool cooling on his chin.

“Good boy!” Heisenberg moaned through gritted teeth as his cock throbbed heavily, feeding Ethan another spurt of pre-cum. Then he shoved the blond back, gripping his own dick and slapping it against Ethan’s lips and eager open mouth.

“I want this to be in another place that probably fits better for now.” Karl grunted and grinned vividly. Ethan keened. Needy and he startled for a moment as his zipper got pulled down, without Karl or himself touching it.... those powers of him were... useful. Really. Ethan groaned and slowly shucked out of his pants. Still under the intense gaze of the older. He stood and slowly looked up at Karl, letting his hands rest on that hairy chest, looking into that green eyes, feeling Heisenberg’s strong heartbeat, his warm skin, some scars, his muscles shifting and that curling hair.... he couldn’t believe, that he finally touched this beautiful man and it felt fucking amazing. Ethan let his hand wander lazily over his chest, felt the hair, dragged his fingers over Heisenberg’s peaked nipples and the blond almost purred at the feeling, his cock twitching for attention, Karl’s cock heavy against his belly, leaving some wet traces.

“Have you… oil or something?” Ethan needed that if he wanted to fit that thing into him! Karl growled deep in his chest. The blond could feel the vibrations in his hands. This was so hot!

“Yes.” Was all he got until Karl switched positions again, pushing Ethan head first over the table, so he could feel the rough wood pressing against his chest and belly. Then there were big, warm, calloused hands on his ass, kneading his buttocks, drawing them apart and he felt vulnerable. His hole twitched in anticipation and he heard Heisenberg growl at the view.

“Needy... little Ethan. Never imagined you would be so ready to let you get plowed.” Ethan heard the voice from above him wander deeper until he felt hot breath against his ass. The big hands spreading him open and then there was a big, wet, warm tongue licking over his entrance. Lapping at his twitching hole. A hand tugging at his heavy balls and he keened. Holy shit. The tongue pressed slowly into him, after circling his muscle to relax him. Ethan’s toes curled at the feeling. This was no normal tongue. But nothing was normal on Karl. His tongue felt entirely too big, too long, too fat as the meat pushed into him, leaving him panting against the table. Mutant- tongue fucking him open. The thought alone let his dick twitch, his tip scratching against the underside of the table. Karl’s tongue was slowly burying inside him, scraping against his insides. Hot, wet, poking at his prostate. Ethan moaned, felt his dick dripping pre-cum in a steady flow. The blond felt himself relax at the ministrations of Heisenberg, his tongue pushing deep and dragging back, slowly and thoroughly tongue-fucking him into submission. Ethan felt lax against the table, a moaning mess. Karl slapped a big hand on one of his ass cheeks and the smaller man moaned needy. Then the tongue was gone.

“Hmm, look at that ready, gaping hole. Twitching invitingly!” Ethan felt the older ones’ hot breath against his skin, then another flick of his tongue. Ethan whined at the words. He needed more, hearing some fumbling, then he felt some slick wetness against his entrance, big, rough fingers around his rim, pushing inside, slathering his open hole with something. The blond didn’t care what it was, only that he needed the feeling of getting stuffed. One finger, then another one, pushing inside him, leaving him gasping again. His hard cock leaving a heavy string of pre-cum connected with the messy floor.

“Fuck me!” Ethan groaned. He couldn’t withstand the anticipation. He needed it so badly. The lust in his belly cramping he let his muscles relax even more and mewled as he felt another added finger, scissoring him open. Then there was emptiness.

“Stuff me.” His voice sounded so needy. Karl chuckled and grabbed him to flip him over.

“I am about to, and I want to see your face while I do so!” Now the wood on Ethan’s back he let his legs fall open, watching Heisenberg from below, his eyes lidded and his lips open, his breath panting. He twitched as he felt the big, calloused hand tugging on his sensitive cock, then he saw Karl slathering his own monster of a dick with some slick. Ethan bit down on his lower lip. He gripped his own thighs at the sight, right under his knees and tugged his legs up, so he presented himself towards Karl, earning him a growl, a wide grin with some sharp teeth showing. Ethan wasn’t exactly sure what Heisenberg was, but those larger than human canines suited him well.

Karl dragged him a little along the wood and pressed his hot, wet glans against his entrance, tugging at his rim. Then he felt Heisenberg enter him with a slow, steady rhythm. Gods, he felt so stuffed, as inch after inch entered him, filling him, pushing him open, he could feel his insides rearrange to make room, but holy it felt so fucking good, how this monster was scraping at the exact right points. His nails digging into his own skin. Ethan was breathless and moaned.

“You’re so huge...” His voice sounded weak and breaking. Feeling the hot cock spreading him open. Heisenberg leaned over him, scratching his skin with his beard again.

“You feel hot and tight, gripping me exactly right.” Goosebumps spread over his body. His nipples felt sensitive as Karl dragged his big, calloused hands over them, sending more electricity and shivers down his body into his weeping cock. Ethan felt the thick hard meat inside him throbbing, and pushing further inside him. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of getting truly stuffed. His dick twitched as he felt the big cock scrape over his prostate, at every slight movement, this point getting some delicious friction. Ethan’s mouth fell open, panting as he felt drool run out of the corner of his mouth. It felt fucking amazing. And Heisenberg didn’t even start fucking him in earnest. Then he felt his heavy balls settling against his ass and the blond felt so wonderfully full. He slowly opened his eyes to gaze at Karl, who watched him like some vulnerable prey with those beautiful eyes. He probably was prey.... and he liked it.

“Look, Ethan....” Karl gestured towards his stomach and Ethan swallowed hard, slightly wriggling at the sight of the bulge that he saw. Heisenberg was so big his belly couldn’t stay flat. Slowly, Karl tugged one of Ethan’s hands loose, grabbed it on the wrist and pressed it down on the younger man’s belly. The blond moaned and swallowed hard, feeling how he drooled again at the feeling of it. He could almost feel with his hand how Karl’s cock throbbed inside him, heavy and hot. He pressed his hand down on the bulge, and the instant reaction from Heisenberg was absolutely worth the feeling of pressure. The older man closed his eyes, his deep voice growling, moaning, and Karl bit down on his lower lip. Ethan could see some blood dripping.

“Fuck. You’re made for me!” Heisenberg moaned and caught Ethan’s lips in a hard, demanding kiss, while started to rock his hips in a slow rhythm. Dragging his hot cock out in a slow motion only to rock back in a little harder, bottoming out, his fat balls slapping against Ethan’s ass. The blond felt Karl’s hot breath panting against his lips, until Karl loosed the kiss and pulled his cock out, watching as Ethan’s belly got flat again, only to push himself in again with a hard thrust, letting the blonde see stars. A little pain mixed in with the pleasure and his muscles trembled. He felt weak and he let go of his thighs, grabbing at the table as Karl set a hard pace, pounding him hard.

Ethan moaned, whined and his cock slapped, ignored on his belly, leaving a wet mess on it. With every thrust deep into him, he felt his dick slap against his own belly, bulged out by the shape of Karl’s cock. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening, his mind hazy only filled with the pleasure, that let his eyes not focus, only feel how he got filled with this hot meat, grinding against his prostate, letting him drool. The pressure got too much and he came with a cry, only from the friction against his insides.

Karl growled as he felt Ethan grip down on his cock buried deep inside. Holding him like a vise. Watching as Ethan soiled himself even more, a moaning, incoherent mess beneath him. It was fucking beautiful. Ethan was fucking beautiful, he didn’t stop in his ministrations, fucking him slowly through his orgasm that dragged along deliciously long and he watched as Ethan’s cock spurted his come over his belly and chest up to his face. His eyes unfocused, dazed with lust, his cheeks blushed deeply red, drooling because of the pleasure Karl gave this beautiful man. Perfect. He felt his own cock twitching heavily, so he trusted in a quicker rhythm, letting his hips snap heavily into the smaller man, mesmerized at the slight bulging of his belly whenever he was fully seated inside the blond.

Then he almost stared in awe, as Ethan whined again, shuddering and almost crying, as he came another time, oversensitive probably, his cock more soft than hard spilling some more cum onto his belly and Karl couldn’t contain himself, his hips snapped in a harsh pace, dragging Ethan’s second orgasm out again, as he finally felt his balls draw up, his cock throbbing heavily inside Ethan and he came with the blonds name on his lips. Hot, heavy spurts of thick cum filling the smaller man up, spilling out of his stretched hole around his cock, because his insides couldn’t contain the huge amounts of hot cum that were bulging his belly a little more.

Ethan drooled, gripping the wood, and shuddered, his hands palming slowly on his own stuffed belly, feeling Karl’s heavy orgasm. Heisenberg growled at the incredibly arousing sight and pulled his softening cock free of the perfectly fine hole that was only made for him. Watching as some thick, white cum leaked out of Ethan.

“You are beautiful.” Heisenberg murmured. Ethan watched him, relaxed, his mouth slack, slightly getting back to his senses as his eyes focused more. The blond swallowed and smiled up at Karl. Heisenberg growled again at this. Beautiful. He gritted his teeth, then smiling, closing the distance for a lazy, deep kiss.

“You belong to me now. We show this bitch Miranda that she can’t fuck with us.” Karl whispered against Ethan’s plush lips. Their bond sealed.

“Yes.” Ethan answered.