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“Free.. use?” Iso stared down at the porn tab from Gekko's phone. His face was as unreadable as always. Iso looked back up and saw Gekko's face. His cheeks were turning red and he was looking away.
Gekko nervously grabbed his phone back, almost dropping it. “We don't have to do it if you don't want to! I just- you know I thought it could be interesting- and like I thought that maybe it could be kinda hot? Maybe? I’m sorry.” He went through the motions as Iso's face never changed. He wanted to push Iso out of the room and go hide underneath the covers of his bed, but he decided to wait for Iso's words instead.
Iso took a second to collect his thoughts. Gekko was always a bit experimental when it came to sex. He occasionally made Iso try something new, but free use felt a bit different. He had always made sure to get Gekko's explicit consent every time they did have sex, but free use implied that neither of them needed to consent, it just sort of happens.
Iso chose his words carefully before speaking, “I don't mind necessarily. I'm not sure if it would be my thing, but I'm willing to try anything.” His voice didn't waver, but he was feeling quite unsure of himself. “I just want us to speak thoroughly about how this is going to work.”
Gekko seemed to perk up at that answer, “Yeah! Of course!” Gekko smiled brightly, and it made Iso's heart jump. “We don't have to try it if after we talk about it you decide you don't want to do it.”
Iso nodded, “Nothing public, right?” They had both agreed to avoid anything public after Gekko wouldn't leave his room for a week after Yoru once said he was a bit “loud,” and still hasn't let Gekko live it down.
“Yes.” Gekko said immediately, “Absolutely nothing public.” He looked at Iso, mortified that he would even bring it up. Iso just smiled a bit softly at him and nodded.
“So, uhm,” Iso cleared his throat, the mental image of fucking Gekko was causing his dick to swell slightly, “When do you want to do this?”
Gekko bit down on his bottom lip and shuffled nervously, “I guess.. whenever.” He kept the phone close to his chest, “Like don't tell me when it's gonna happen, is that okay?” He frowned a bit when Iso frowned slightly.
Iso thought for a bit, “I don't.. well, I kind of always want your consent, Teo.”
Gekko nodded, “Yeah, if I say no, not right now, you can stop. But otherwise you should assume you have full consent.”
Iso hummed, “Okay,” seemingly pleased with that compromise. “Not today though. I still have training” He looked back up at Gekko with a small smile.
“Awh, come on man.” Gekko pouted, “I can literally see your dick through your pants.”
Iso stuttered over his words, not being able to get any out before getting up and walking away. Gekko just laughed as he watched him walk away, “Good luck taking care of that!” Gekko yelled out into the hallway after Iso.
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A few days later
Gekko had just come home from a mission and needed to wind down. The mission honestly was terrible. The spike went off, his team being unable to defuse it. He had to retreat with the rest of the team, coming home with nothing to celebrate about. He was feeling like a bit of a failure and he just wanted to rest with Iso and his crew.
When he was walking towards the kitchen. Sage had told him that Iso was still in the range, training. So he snuck into Iso's room, and turned on the PS5 Sage got him during last year's Protocol's Secret Santa.
He grabbed the controller, flopped onto the pullout couch, pulling up a game, and loaded into the first level.
A few minutes went by, he was deep into the level, and he heard the familiar sound of the door opening. He perked up, “Iso!” He smiled, happy to see his boyfriend physically instead of rushed phone calls and whispered comms. He paused the game to give Iso his full attention.
“Gekko?” Iso's smooth voice immediately washed over Gekko and calmed all his tumultuous thoughts. “What are you doing in here?” Iso smiled softly at the sight of his boyfriend. He walked over to Gekko and kissed the top of his head.
“Missed you.” Gekko watched as Iso took his shoes off, then pulled his hoodie off, leaving him only in his compression shirt. Gekko tried to whistle but it just came out as a breath, “You look good.” He opted for instead.
Iso let out a small chuckle, and he came and sat down next to Gekko, “Gekko,” He started and he could already tell it was gonna be a heavy conversation by Iso's tone, “You being on that mission without me,” he tried to find words without sounding weak, “It was– it stressed me out.” He admitted and closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Gekko.
But Gekko just grabbed his hand softly, “It's okay.” Gekko lowered his pitch, trying to match the vulnerability that was now settling in the room. “I was worried about you too. I thought about you the entire time.” He hoped that saying he was also worried would make Iso feel less alone.
Iso nodded and rested his head on Gekko's shoulder. Gekko smiled and then kissed Iso's forehead. He knew that Iso didn't speak a lot, especially about feelings. He was just happy that Iso was making progress.
He put his hands back on the controller and resumed the game, the noises of the controller were the only thing filling the room.
They stayed like that for a while, and Gekko had actually thought that Iso had fallen asleep until Iso mumbled a question, “Where's the crew?” He was referring to Mosh, Dizzy, Wingman, and Thrash.
Gekko looked down, his eyes roaming over Iso's face. “Clove said they'd babysit them for me. So I could have time for myself after the mission.” His voice was hushed, just in case Iso really was close to falling asleep.
“Mm.” Iso mumbled again.
Gekko ruffled his hair quickly before going back to his game. He was completely focused on the TV and the game again. But he suddenly felt kisses being pressed against his neck. “Uh, Iso?” He felt Iso’s lips getting higher and higher until the kisses were being pressed on the underside of his jaw. “Iso–? What's gotten into you?” He let out a nervous laugh as he tried to keep focusing on the game.
But then Iso's hand trailed up Gekko's shirt. “Gekko..” His voice was sultry and deep, “Fuck, Gekko. I need you.”
Gekko's attention was now fully turned to Iso, “Babe– Mm–” He let out quiet, soft moans. “Right now?”
Iso nodded, “You said I could whenever.” He licked one more final stripe up Gekko's nape. “Is now not a good time?”
“Oh, no, no. It's a great time! I need this relief.”
“Perfect.” Iso's dick was completely visible in his pants now. He palmed himself, “You don't even have to do anything. I'll do all the work, just... focus on your game.”
“Okay! Okay.” Gekko's heart was beating faster now, this is what he'd been waiting for. Ever since he talked to Iso about this he has been anticipating it. Gekko squirmed as Iso finally dipped a hand under the hem of his shirt and cupped one of his pecs, massaging it gently. All he wanted to do was throw his head back and indulge in the pleasure, but half the thrill was that it was happening while he was doing something else. He was sweating and trying hard not to move around too much.
“Gekko, get on the floor, on your stomach.” Iso's commanding tone always made Gekko feel like electricity was running up his spine. “Oh, and take your shift off.” Gekko immediately did as he was told. Tearing his shirt off and then laying flat on his stomach on the plush carpet, and propping himself up on his elbows.
“You're perfect.”
He couldn't see behind him, and the anticipation of what Iso could do had his senses heightened. He could hear Iso shuffling out of his pants and his gloves being thrown onto the floor.
He then heard Iso's footsteps padding away and he ached to look back, but he didn't have to wait long as Iso was already back, then he heard the familiar click of a cap being opened.
“Focus on your game, Mateo.” Gekko whined but he obeyed. His attempts at shooting the targets on screen were half hearted at best, “And raise your hips.” Iso's voice clouded Gekko's mind like a thick fog, and he didn't even know he had raised his hips until Iso whispered a praise and began pulling his sweatpants off. He placed a few kisses to Gekko's thighs as he pulled his boxers off next.
The cold air was soon replaced by Iso kneading, massaging, and kissing every part of Gekko's legs. He could feel his body temperature raising by the minute, the warmness feeling overwhelming.
He looked over his shoulder to see Iso holding a lube bottle in between his hands, warming it. But he was more focused on looking at his hands instead of the promise that came with the lube. Iso's hands have always been big, and the thought of having them inside made Gekko begin to drool. He could hear the derisive laugh that was rising in Iso's throat, “Soon, baby.” Gekko turned his head back to the TV quickly and tried to swallow the embarrassment of being caught.
Once Iso thought the lube was warmed enough he cupped his right hand and poured an unnecessary amount onto it. He knew Gekko liked it sloppy and messy, said it made him feel more owned.
Using his left hand, he spread Gekko's ass gently. Normally he would warn Gekko when he was going to put a finger in, but he didn't say anything this time.
It was abrupt, but Iso's index finger finally penetrated Gekko, and he let out a sharp hiss. His grip on the controller tightened and he could feel the sweat beginning to form on his body.
Iso gave it a second, still wanting to be gentle with Gekko because they were exploring a new kink, but once he thought Gekko was ready he wasted no time adding a second finger and fingering Gekko shallowly.
Gekko let out soft little punchy moans, they were breathy and desperate. He loved Iso's hands and loved them inside of him, but he knew how much better Iso's cock felt. How deep he could really get inside.
Soon, only the sound of Gekko's game, his moans, and the indecent sound of lube were filling the room.
Iso fingered him a bit longer, scissoring his fingers in a way he knew would have Gekko dripping with arousal. He knew where Gekko's prostate was, but he was purposefully trying to dance around it. Sometimes his fingers would brush against the bundle of nerves, and Gekko would sway forward, with a cute whine on top of it.
“Please, Iso.” Gekko whispered and looked behind him again. Iso felt like he stopped breathing when he saw the desperation on Gekko's face. His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes were cloudy and inviting Iso to do more.
Iso finally pulled his boxers all the way off, letting his dick finally be free from the restricting cloth. His tip already had beads of pre-cum spilling out. He couldn't help it, Gekko was just that provoking.
Gekko licked his lips involuntarily and he looked back to the screen once more. What they were doing felt so vulgar, so filthy, and it was so fucking exhilarating.
Iso poured more lube onto his cock, and stroked it gently, still trying to warm it for Gekko, but his patience was wearing thin. He lined himself up with Gekko and just stayed like that for a bit. He relished in the way Gekko seemed to be getting increasingly more confused and horny, grinding back on Iso.
“Iso?” He called softly, barely audible over his game, “Hurry.”
That was all Iso needed to hear before he finally pushed into Gekko. He knew Gekko would be tight, but damn, he should've prepped him more.
Gekko's moans were increasing in volume and he let out a few whines, “Ohh- fuck! Iso.” He placed the controller down and braced completely.
Iso kept continuing to push deeper and deeper into Gekko, and he could tell when he hit Gekko's prostate because his low whimpers were suddenly cut off by a high-pitched moan and a jolt forward. Iso quickly grabbed Gekko's hips and steadied him back onto his dick.
Finally, Iso bottomed out. He was letting out a few labored breaths himself which complimented Gekko's whimpers.
They stayed like that for a bit, letting Gekko's insides get used to Iso. And once Iso felt like it was enough he began to pull a few inches out just to thrust back in, keeping his thrusts limited and merciful for now.
Iso leaned down, causing his dick to hit a deeper part of Gekko and eliciting a loud moan. He kissed Gekko's neck then whispered, “Pick the controller back up. Play your game, darling.”
Gekko nodded, “Yeah– Yea. I will.” His voice was unsteady and strained from trying to suppress the sounds coming from him. He grabbed the controller with his wavering hands and grounded his elbows on the floor once more.
Iso lifted his chest from Gekko's back and began finally pounding him the way Gekko had been begging for. He lifted Gekko's hips just slightly and used the leverage to finally fuck Gekko in an unrelenting pace.
Gekko decided to not hold back his moans anymore, there wasn't any fun in focusing on suppressing them, he should be focusing on the pleasure and letting it take over.
Iso kept his rhythm going. Constantly pulling out all the way to the tip and then back against Gekko's ass. He leaned back down again so his chest was completely pressed up against Gekko's back. He kissed and bit at Gekko's shoulders and then he looked up to the game Gekko was playing. “Fuck– You're doing good.” He stilled for a second and then grinded into Gekko.
“I– Iso!” Gekko was still half-heartedly trying to keep his noises in check, but the feeling of Iso's dick constantly rubbing on his prostate made it hard to think, hard to breathe. His grip on the controller tightened even more and his knuckles were turning white. Iso started his pace up again, his pelvis slamming into Gekko's cheeks. His ass was definitely going to have some bruising tomorrow.
Iso leaned down and began pressing a few kisses to Gekko's neck. The moan he let out was so obscene and it only urged Iso on more. He lifted himself up and slotted his hands back on Gekko's hips with a bruising grip.
“Fuck, Gekko.” He couldn't stop himself from smacking Gekko's ass once. “Your ass is literally perfect.”
Gekko instantly flinched and dropped the controller. He turned on his side quickly using one of his elbows, “Iso!” His face was flushed, but his head was instantly pushed back down, his chest now flush with the floor.
“Don't act like you didn't like it, you tightened so nicely around me.” He began to knead Gekko's right cheek, just in case it genuinely did hurt.
Gekko huffed, shakily propping himself back up on his elbows, and tried to pick up his controller again. He put on an irritated front but he was struggling to keep up the facade. He was reeling from how full he felt. And Iso being on top of him, dominating him, and restricting his movement was intoxicating.
“I don't..” He let out a deep groan as he continued to pound the other, “get how you like this game, Teo.” Gekko's thoughts were swimming at the use of his real name. Iso lifted his head up, looking at the screen again, watching Gekko manage to shoot a few targets. “We can just do this in real life.”
He stopped for a second, leaving Gekko a bit confused, until he quickly wrapped his arms completely underneath and around Gekko's chest and leaned as close as he could to the others back. He began thrusting his dick into Gekko in a short and shallow rhythm, causing Gekko to yell out.
“Glad you like playing it though.” He whispered into Gekko's ear before biting the tip of it. “Whatever you like, I like.” His voice was slightly labored and he let Gekko's moans get louder without warning him.
Gekko gasped from the sudden bite on his ear. “Ugh- Iso. Please.” He complained, but he didn't necessarily hate it. In fact, he loved when Iso marked him. He liked walking around with marks all over his neck and pretending he didn't know they were there when the other agents commented on it. (He was really only embarrassed of being heard.) Iso definitely picked up on this habit of his, as he got more aggressive when it came to Gekko's neck recently.
Iso smirked against Gekko's neck at his cute reaction. It was so endearing to him to see Gekko pretend like he didn't absolutely love anything Iso did to him.
“Iso–” His breath was being punched out of him and he tried to lift himself up, only for Iso to press on his back and force Gekko down, force him to feel everything. “Fuck, fuck. No. This is too much—” his arm twisted as he tried to grab Iso's wrist, “Can we switch positions?” The warning real and raw.
Iso immediately slowed and pulled his body from Gekko's, but still stayed instead of him. Gekko hadn't used the safeword, so he knew Gekko didn't necessarily want the scene to end. “Yeah. Of course.” His voice immediately got softer and he rubbed Gekko's shoulder. He then wrapped his arms around Gekko's chest and lifted him until they were both sitting.
“Fuck! Iso!” Gekko moaned out, suddenly feeling extremely full in this new position, but it was still nicer than the one before. He was basically sitting in Iso's laps, his thighs on top of Iso's thighs, and back pressed against Iso's chest. They have only ever done this position once when they tried out cockwarming.
Iso grunted and his arms tightened around Gekko, “I know, I know. I won't move.” He whispered huskily. It was taking all of his restraint to not fuck into the tight heat of Gekko's ass, but he knew this position would take some adjusting to, and he didn't want to hurt or scare Gekko.
He let out a shaky breath and it caused Gekko to let out a laugh. “What?” Iso's voice came out rough and Gekko laughed a bit more.
“You don't sound like you’re holding up too well.” He leaned his head fully on Iso's shoulder and looked up to the ceiling.
Iso licked a long stripe up Gekko's neck, causing the other to shutter and turn his head away. “You're suffocating me, Gekko. It's taking everything in me to not hold you down and pound you until you can't think.” He whined into Gekko's shoulder, “I want you so bad, I can't–” He didn't finish his sentence.
Gekko shivered at Iso's vulgar words. Normally Iso was very reticent, and Gekko's dick slightly twitched when he realized that he's the only one who knows how Iso sounds when he's having sex. He smiled at the thought and he moved to get more comfortable, accidentally grinding down into Iso's crotch.
“Teo.” Iso warned, his arms wrapping tighter around Gekko's chest. He was breathing heavily into Gekko's ear. His dick felt like it was melting. If Gekko kept grinding down onto him he doesn't know if he'd be able to stop himself from taking Gekko right here, fucking him so good the whole goddamn protocol will know.
“I'm sorry!” Gekko apologized, but the giggle that followed after didn't feel genuine. He looked around for a second, causing Iso to raise an eyebrow. Not before long Gekko found what he was looking for, the controller.
Iso choked, “You aren't serious.” But all he saw was Gekko looking back with that blush dusting his cheeks, the sweat dripping down his back and dripping down his forehead.
“Oh, but I am.” The bratiness he normally expected from his boyfriend finally coming out. Gekko adjusted his posture once more, turning his head back to the TV, and holding the controller in front of him. He's long since died in the game but he quickly restarts the level.
Iso rests his head on Gekko's shoulder and huffs. “Do you want me to keep going.. or?” He wanted to keep sounding dominant for the scene but his voice held a bit of a surly tone.
“This is supposed to be free use, yeah?” He leaned back, jolting, and gasping as Iso's tip hit his prostate. He recovered quickly, “So– go crazy.” He was now refocusing back on the TV instead of Iso, his skin was warming up more.
Iso took a bit to calculate what he actually wanted to do next. Gekko kept tightening and squeezing around him, making it hard to focus. But damn, Gekko looked ethereal like this. Iso always liked how Gekko looked, but when he's glowing from sex and all sweaty, he looks perfect.
Iso was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Gekko grind down again, “What are you waiting for?” The tone in his voice became more impatient.
“Brat.” Iso bit Gekko's shoulder and lifted him up by his hips, then thrusting up, his pelvis flush to Gekko's ass.
Gekko screamed, completely caught off guard, his grip on the controller slipping. The hold Iso had on his hips was forceful enough to bruise. He had to place one hand down on the carpet to steady himself. The game was all but forgotten at this point, Gekko was finally getting what he wanted, he was getting fucked dumb.
“Iso- Please. Fuck. I cant–” Iso placed a hand over Gekko's mouth.
“Shh.”
Gekko nodded and more muffled moans came from him. He finally put the controller down and just focused on the pleasure. One hand still steadying himself on the carpet and the other is now holding the hand that's covering his mouth. His eyes roll back as he feels Iso's brutal pace picking back up.
Gekko made more pathetic noises, his prostate being abused by Iso. He loved this feeling, he could give Iso his body and mind and Iso would ruin him, and then put him back together.
“I– so!” He began thrashing around and Iso released his hand from Gekko's mouth. He took a few fast breaths before crying out, “Please! Please, más, más– duro!” Tears began to well up in his eyes, the pleasure being too much. He felt like he was drowning in it, “Te amo, te amo!”
Iso complied immediately, and the confession of love didn’t pass over him either. He kissed the back of Gekko's neck, and wrapped one arm around in order to touch Gekko's dick. He stroked him in time with his thrusts. Gekko was getting increasingly louder in volume, and while Iso didn't necessarily want the other agents to know how Gekko sounded, and that his pretty moans should be Iso's alone, he wouldn't mind the entire protocol knowing that Gekko was taken. Gekko was his.
“Iso– Iso. I can't!" His back was arching impossibly now, but Iso made sure to keep him in place.
“Let go,” Iso growled in his ear, “Give yourself to the pleasure, to me.”
He placed another gentle kiss to the back of Gekko's neck and that seemed to do it, Gekko arched back, his toes curling, and white ropes painting the carpet.
Iso kept thrusting into Gekko but much less rough, Gekko was tightening up so much, and it didn't take long before he was spilling his cum into Gekko.
He held Gekko still, impaled on his cock, and Gekko was milking him dry. He gave Gekko a few more soft strokes, coaxing the last of his cum out and he watched as it pathetically dripped onto the carpet.
Finally, Gekko fell back on his chest like dead weight, like a puppet whose strings were cut. Iso cradled Gekko against his chest, neither of them spoke, just taking in the peaceful moment.
Once Iso's cock finally softened he lifted Gekko up and off of him, “Are you okay, bǎobèi?” His voice had gone completely soft now, no more of the domineering tone. He gently laid Gekko down on his back and stroked his cheek.
“Yeah–” Gekko's voice was hoarse but he let out a choked laugh, “That was fucking incredible.”
Iso shook his head, “You're insatiable, Mateo.” He grabbed one of Gekko's hands, lifted it to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. “I love that about you.” He admits quietly.
He gets up quickly, and walks to the bathroom. He runs water, making sure it's warm, and places a rag underneath it. He walks back to Gekko, and gently cleans his stomach. “Can I turn you over?” and he gets a weak nod from Gekko in response. He turns over Gekko delicately and gently wipes the rag over his puffy, abused hole. “I'm gonna clean you out, okay?” It wouldn't be the most efficient, but he didn't want Gekko to complain about his stomach hurting tomorrow.
“Yea, just-” He heard Gekko sigh, “be gentle okay?” A small and quiet whine bubbled up in Gekko’s throat.
“Of course.” Iso replied immediately, he made sure his touch was delicate as he pressed a finger back into Gekko and scooped most of his cum out. He tried to avoid Gekko’s prostate but he had to ghost over it to get the rest of his cum out. Gekko twitched and began mumbling incoherent complaints. Iso hushed him.
He finally finished cleaning the rest of Gekko, and he leaned back, just to take in the sight of Gekko. Ruined, marked, and irrevocably his.
“All done.” The smile was evident in his voice as he picked Gekko up in his arms. Gekko would normally protest, but Iso had thoroughly fucked all the energy out of him. So he just laid limply in Iso’s arms, content to be laid out on Iso’s incredibly soft bed.
Iso got some spare clean clothes out of his dresser and laid them beside Gekko. He lifted Gekko’s legs and slipped new boxers onto him. Then he grabbed one of his spare hoodies and with some struggle, he managed to slide it on Gekko. When Iso let him go Gekko fell back onto the pillow with a soft thump.
Iso had left to the bathroom to finally focus on cleaning himself off. He peeled the sweaty compression shirt off and washed his hands. The reflection looking back at him in the mirror startled him slightly. He looked content, he looked relaxed. Was he losing his edge by being in the protocol? Would his old employers laugh at him now? No longer the Dead Lilac, but something softer now.
Iso smiled despite it. He’s happier now. His grandma would be happy to see how he’s doing now. He has friends, a lover, four creatures he unintentionally has custody of now, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He walked back to where Gekko was asleep on his bed. He sat down on one side of the bed and slipped underneath the covers to lay with Gekko. He gently caressed Gekko's face and he was already gravitating towards Iso, even in his sleep. A warm feeling bloomed in his chest, and he placed a very gentle kiss on the other's cheek.
“I love you too, Mateo.”