There Might Be Coffee

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: EDM

Ships: Skrillmau5

Warnings: dubcon

Takes place in the 'verse of Equinox, but is not canon.

The world is still dark and quiet, only the barest slivers of morning sunrise filtering through the blinds when Joel finds himself woken up. There’s a weight settled on his lap, pleasantly warm. When Joel feels a soft pressure poking at his ribcage, he thinks it must be the cat and sleepily waves it away.

“Get off me, you fat fuck, I’ll feed you-”

Joel’s eyes snap open when the pain of a meaty smack graces his cheek. He looks up to see Sonny, hair mussed and pajamas disheveled and half-buttoned above the waist, completely absent below. For a brief moment he thinks about the way the pale blue dawn-light makes Sonny look half-angelic, but then he remembers that Sonny just slapped him, and he looks really pissed, and Joel makes a half-confused and half-slighted face for a lack of words.

“That’s no way to talk to your husband,” Sonny tuts, and Joel can tell he’s offended but trying his best not to blame Joel for his misreading. Sonny’s hips roll against his, sensual and needy, and only then does Joel do a double-take and realize he isn’t wearing pants either and also Sonny’s hard and, wait, what? His eyes widen a little.

“Didn’t think you’d be trying to molest me first thing in the morning.”

Sonny groans and rocks his hips again, pressing into Joel; admittedly, Joel’s junk is taking some interest in what Sonny’s body language is telling it.

“I told you I was in heat, Joel. You don’t get it, I- fuck, I need it. In me. Like, right now.”

“Good morning to you too.”

Sonny doesn’t really appreciate the joke, too focused in the pursuit of his own pleasure. When Joel’s dick doesn’t immediately respond to his movements, Sonny gets frustrated and starts tugging on it, probably more roughly than he intends to- Joel gets his weird alien husband is in heat or something, but goddamn that hurts. Joel sits up a little and brushes Sonny’s hand away from his half-hard length.

“Can’t I get coffee before you rape me, babe?”

“No,” Sonny huffs, grabbing Joel’s wrist with his free hand and shoving it to the mattress, pinning him down. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

Joel’s dick jumps a little at the sudden assertiveness, and he’s pretty sure his entire face goes red. “Oh- Okay.”

Sonny looks like he didn’t really need the confirmation to do what he was going to do anyway, but now that Joel’s given in to demand, he definitely isn’t letting him go back on it. He lowers himself onto his husband’s cock, a low, satisfied moan escaping him as he’s penetrated. The wonderful thing about Sonny’s heat is that his hole lubricates itself now, and by the sheer wetness of it, Joel can tell Sonny wanted this, bad. He groans and brings his free hand up to Sonny’s thick thighs, fingers digging into the giving flesh as he tries to keep Sonny from hurting him- their mattress is already creaking with the effort the alien is putting into bouncing his short, stocky body up and down, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. 

“Joel, if you don’t fucking…” Sonny growls and pulls Joel’s other hand away, pinning it to the mattress as well as he leans down to hungrily nip at Joel’s neck. His teeth are sharp, inhumanly so, leaving small puncture-wounds in their wake with his carelessness. Sonny laps at the blood and lets himself trail upward until his breath falls hot and heavy over Joel’s ear. “I don’t care if you just woke up. I need you to fucking cum inside me yesterday.” 

Joel wants to make some snarky comment about how he came inside Sonny as recently as last night, but before he can articulate it, he feels Sonny’s lips against his, hungering for more. Joel moans against Sonny as he kisses him back, bucking up into his tightness. Sonny’s hips grind against his, and Joel gasps with pain as Sonny bites his lip. Sonny, the bastard, fucking giggles as he trails kisses lower. His lips envelop Joel’s nipple and he suckles ever so gently, and it’s all too much. Joel makes a sound that he wasn’t really sure he was capable of making, something of a high-pitched sob, and bucks upward into Sonny as he reaches his peak and fills Sonny with cum. 

But Sonny’s not done with him by far.

Sonny’s mouth returns to Joel’s as he bounces until, eventually, Joel’s soft cock slips out of him altogether. Frustrated at the loss, Sonny reaches back to try and fit it inside himself, but it just isn’t hard enough.

“Babe…” Joel pants, face rosy and chest heaving. “Babe, let me- lemme catch my breath, I’ll be with you in a minute. Just…”

“Shut up,” Sonny snaps, grabbing Joel’s spent cock and tugging it roughly. Joel whimpers. “Is that seriously all you can give me? Get it the fuck up.”

“I can’t do that on command- ow,” Joel interrupts himself as Sonny slaps his balls impatiently. Fucking feisty little thing. He sits up a little further and tries to pull Sonny’s hand off him. “I don’t know if your species is different, but…”

“You humans are useless.” 

“Maybe.” Joel sighs and kisses his husband. He really can’t wait for Sonny to get pregnant if only it’ll satisfy his appetite. “Can’t you just ride your dildo while I go get coffee?”

“I’m gonna shove that coffee up your ass, no. I like you better.”

“Aww. Not completely useless, then.” Joel smiles semi-snarkily even as the alien reaches between his legs to grab at his dick again. It’s still sore and over-sensitive, but it’s not as bad as before. 

Slowly, the sensation grows pleasurable again, Joel’s cock returning to stiffness in response to Sonny’s touch. Sonny leans down to take Joel’s cock into his mouth, wonderfully wet and warm and god, fuck, Joel can’t say he doesn’t like how Sonny takes what he wants from him like this, forceful and domineering. Sometimes it’s an annoyance, sometimes it actively hinders his work; but at times like this, god he loves it. He groans and reaches down to run his fingers through Sonny’s hair, but the blowjob is tragically short-lived, only really for the purpose of getting Joel fully hard again. Sonny pops off of Joel and kisses his lips, and Joel’s pretty sure he can taste his own pre-cum on Sonny’s tongue and fuck.

Joel moans as Sonny sinks back down onto him, falling right back into a quick-paced rhythm. His ass is still full of cum from the previous round, which makes everything a lot slicker and smoother as he bounces up and down. This time, Joel’s a lot more into it, being awake proper, and he’s more than happy to meet Sonny’s pace, thrusting up into him. Joel grips Sonny’s ass, squeezing thick handfuls of the pale flesh, warmth meeting his fingertips in an eager embrace. He pulls one hand back and hits Sonny’s ass with a loud smack. Sonny moans out in response to the pain, fingernails digging into Joel’s shoulders. 

“Oh, fuck Joel- Joel.” 

Joel takes this as encouragement, sliding his hands up to Sonny’s hips, guiding the little alien’s rough, quick movements as they grow sloppy, uncoordinated. Sonny comes in for another kiss, every thrust pulling a soft ah, ah, ah from his lips as they slide against Joel’s, until his mouth falls open and slack against Joel’s throat. Joel can tell Sonny’s losing steam- frankly, a miracle. 

He reaches into the space between their hot, flushed bodies and wraps his hand around Sonny’s cock, weeping with pre-cum and rock-hard. Joel rubs the head with his thumb, best he can with Sonny bouncing on him the way he is, and thrusts up into him. It’s enough to send Sonny over the edge, gasping and moaning as Joel works him through his orgasm. Joel feels Sonny’s sharp little teeth dig into his collarbone, but he’s so turned on that the pain just spurs his movements, makes him want Sonny that much more.

When Sonny falls quiet and still against his chest, Joel takes it upon himself to finish what Sonny started. He grabs Sonny’s waist and pushes his husband back against the bed, thick thighs forced up around Joel’s hips. Joel, a little sweeter now, rocks into Sonny, chasing his own climax. Coming down from the high, Sonny makes little noise, but doesn’t fight against Joel. Joel cums inside Sonny again, then pulls out, leaving Sonny with a soft kiss on the forehead before getting up off the bed and heading for the door. 

Sonny looks up at him, eyes sweet and wide and innocent- satiated, for now, but Joel knows soon enough he’ll turn into a horny monster again. 

“Where are you going?” He asks with a pout. “Come back, I wanna stay here and cuddle.”

“I’ll come back,” Joel promises, a smirk tugging at his lips. “With coffee.”