Warframe [Sihroa Rok] - Electro Tethers
Excused to take a short break from hazardous mercenary work, they make use of their time together - where beneath a heavy nullifier field, electricity still dances and ropes hold tight.
Characters | Diviyoni-Jacob Warren (Tenno) and Malaphin (Chimeric Excalibur)
Contents |
Tenno/Warframe, bdsm/bondage, estim/electricity play, fisting, overstimulation, rough/aggressive sex, clawing/biting, hair/tail pulling, brief impact play, misuse of transference interlay
Length | 11,785w
The dance of a lone skewer melts into the procession of sound as fingers pick at the cubes it once pierced - an accompaniment of vegetables and meats degraded by heat and spice as one shares with another, a gesture made under the guise of a long veil. Sharp golden teeth kiss the fingers as they lean close, a head tilt gesturing to their guests. “There she is,” the first sighs as he withdraws his hand, picking up a pairing of seared tuber flesh, “afraid she wasn’t going to show.”
“Those the recruits?” The second speaks under the cast of the facial veil, though their features sightless, they cast through the former’s sight as if it was their own to pair with electromagnetic sensors. “Red Veil, aren’t they?”
“She could be getting escorted,” Warren chides, “took your time showing up.”
The raven haired woman rolls her eyes as she yanks a chair over and drops down into it, balancing it on the back legs as she sits wrong-way-around. “Make it quick, Div. Who’s your contact,” she picks from his plate, stealing a small bite as in her other a datapad dances, the transluscent glowing in her shadow.
“Give me the pad. Mal will dial the codes in - you haven’t been that far out have you?”
“Not had the pleasure after you knocked Varik around,” she glares as she shrugs her coat over one way, casting it the next as she gives the datapad a small toss and pushes against the metal platters between them.
“Watch the paneer!” He catches the bowl in his hand - small for him as it neatly fits before setting it on an empty platter. “Void sent, you know how much a bowl like that cost outside?” With a grunt he picks up the datapad by the side, “The codes are not going to be for their location,” he hands it off to his partner, “but a proxy site that will give you access to speak with them. Their leader goes by Kourni, they don’t have a cephalon.”
“They monitor around Neptune and Pluto?”
“Yep, mostly the manufacturing sectors that get torn through on the daily - should be easy pickings for a smash and grab to pass it off to a competing firm.” Warren picks the last pieces off the platter and stacks it onto the other three, just barely enough to satisfy his craving as he leans over the small table. “Sol sect 53 pays well to retain their assets, so if you’re willing to do security on the side, that’s always an option.
“Here you go,” the just as tall warframe hands the datapad off to Paeva as she still balances the chair. “Let your cephalon decode that once you’re clear of Agade.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she sighs, tucking it off to her side once more. “So, how’ve you two been doing since everything went to shit?”
“Doing fine,” Warren smiles, nudging his head over to Malphin who sits at his side, “been able to take a couple longer breaks since it gave the Corpus a fright, everything’s been paying high even in salvage. You take a couple days searching through a derelict, and you’re good for a month.”
Leaning against the railing, Warren watches from a high platform as streams of vibrant ribbon dance in the late evening sun. Their colors are bathed in the dance of the storm of sand that blows overhead, a warm tinting hue as the hum of the forcefield sings to the tune of yawning gales. Freshly thrown blooms dance through the filtered air, catching against the off white and golden tints that stand along the pylon anchors, structures that breathe the coveting radiant heat that rises from the streets below as the blend of spice and fire still wavers. A clawed palm rests at his side, pulling him close as his partner sighs, “Chatlain gave the all-clear, everythings unloaded.”
“Good,” Warren rolls his shoulders as his head leans against Malaphin, pulling an arm around them as he looks down to the commotion still below; where the dashes of color sings into the passing sunlight. “Have anywhere you want to go after? Chatlain probably wants to do some more digging before we set off again - Suuir told me the archives aren’t very secure.”
“They told me,” Malaphin laughs, pulling their claws up over the sashes around the tenno’s center and up through his hair, “how about back to earth? Over around Cetus or the other coast - been having a craving for maprico again,” and presses a kiss through the cloth covering their face.
“Sure, love,” Warren reciprocates - lifting the veil to give the golden teeth a kiss, “you secured the bursa zipline?”
“Of course,” Malaphin growls, “as well as cuffs we lifted from Jupiter,” his dark claws curl through the tenno’s hair, twirling the long braid between their fingers. “Chatlain might be busy for a couple hours and Cakes is tucked away. Whole ship to ourselves.”
“Excellent,” Warren breathes, hand lifting the excalibur’s head as the veil rests over his own - the space all theirs. “How’s your voltage holding - still feeling the nullifiers?” His eyes trace a low white as he traverses through his hand, feeling farther than the durable skin beneath his palm.
“Holding out well,” He breathes, giving a small zap against the tenno’s nape. He barely flinches, leaving the warframe’s nerves. “Takes concentration, so it’s not unwieldy like it is elsewhere, might be the perfect place.”
Relieving his touch from the warframe’s throat, Warren's hand still lingers to their chest as his head rests upon shoulder, exhaling a smile to crease his face. Beneath the gaze of the veil he looks over the former ruins of Agade, of the former colony of Assur as above more pillars of white and gold stand blasted by the martian gales. “It’ll probably be a few hours until they kick us out,” he stands back, sure that the veil covets Malaphin’s visage, “Wish more places ended up like this, or like Cetus, maybe someday they will.”
“Rather Cetus than here,” the warframe chuffs, “at least there they don’t mind.”
“Maybe someday they won’t mind here either,” Warren sighs, over the chip of old paint covered by new, “hopefully during the Hathi, someday.”
With a slow breath Malaphin tugs around Warren’s waist, guiding him from the railing and back towards the lift concourse, “come on, maybe we can pick up some dried meats before the shops close.”
Mechanical clicks echo as the ramp sighs into the cradle, lifted up into the latch tethers as the smooth palate seals air-tight. Above them the ship breathes their soft peach amber lights to bathe them as their final luggage drops - the cockpit springs to life for the declare of Cephalon Chatlain to greet them - and lies quiet as the warframe takes a seat to overstay comms duties. Within the cabin Warren secures the bags within the storage compartments carefully overhead as the moa still lies quiet beside the repair bench, its mechanics chirping as his claws click against the floor. “There we go,” Warren calls out as he pulls the last compartment closed, “everythings - secure,” and forces the lock stiff.
“How’s Cakes?” Malaphin calls back from the cockpit as they configure the ship to filter for them, recirculating air from the carved hanger bay as the storm still rages outside the nullifier field.
“She’s sleeping,” Warren leans over the chair as he joins Malaphin, “any messages from the port?”
“Just an advisory,” he gestures to the single opening to their right, “communication is disrupted by the sandstorm, so there’s no transit authority until it passes in a couple hours. Sent a request to remain grounded for system maintenance, there’s been nothing back either.”
“So, we won’t have to worry then,” Warren grins, arms stretching as he stands back with a grunt, “I’ll clear the floor, already got a ceiling anchor we can use.”
“Gotcha, I’ll get ready,” and Malaphin gives command back to the preoccupied ship cephalon. They eagerly rid themselves of the veil that covers the grace of their warm amber gilding that frames their cranium as the cloth is set aside, clawed palms flexing with tests of static as they undo the binds of their draping cloak. One of many pieces that disrupts their technorganic silhouette as they fold it where they sit, binding it with the harnesses that keeps it all in measure over their amended body. It allows them to let the temper of their tough skin be bathed in the light of the ship; muscles traced by deep greys, plates of soft graced muscles spotted by gradients of teal to muted blue as the asymmetric metal accents of their elbow juts catch the soft light.
Their steps are padded as they fetch the strong carbon catch line and the maximum security cuffs - clicking the locks to open as the inner light beams along the seam. Items set down on the repair bench as they package away the public guise, neatly quiet as on the other side of the cabin Warren pulls the rug from the floor.
Rolling it up arm over arm in the right side alcove, Warren tucks the rug eagerly beside the blankets and pillows inside the cargo net hanging off a partial divider, an area that cuts the cabin side into three as fabric ribbons section between them - warm scarlets and midnight blue that remains in their drapes as he moves between the central cabin and the makeshift retreat - clearing space as a finger hooks around a ceiling anchor. “There we go,” he sighs, “all ready.”
“Still clothed?” The warframe purrs, hands covering against the tenno’s side as they sway, “We should get you undressed first, can’t ruin those beautiful sashes.”
Warren charms as his head leans back, “only because you bought them,” teases as he leans for the claws that entangle around his stomach and undoes the tuck of the top sash. “Think there’s enough of a lead on the line for a double wrap?” His head leans against the warframe as he unclips the harness holding his top against his chest, breathing in full as the vents along his ribs unfurl from the pressure.
“No,” Malaphin breathes against Warren’s neck, kissing the white blooms and the trace of his bonespurs, “too stiff, it’ll just work for one run through, but I rather keep most of it as slack.”
“Gotcha,” Warren presses his hips against Malaphin’s own as clawed palms venture beneath the shadow of the sashes, tenderly spreading against his loins as the fabric of his pants dance along his hips and jewelry chimes, “tested the cuffs?”
“Before we got here,” they nod, their other hand joining to spread along the band of the tenno’s pants and tease against the edges of the tied sides, letting the long folds of the sashes rest over their wrists. “Hopefully they won’t cut too badly,” and together they pull Warren’s shirt over his head, leaving Warren to just rid himself of pants and boots.
“I wouldn’t worry,” Warren laughs as he helps Malaphin fold the ornate sashes, picking out one to separate from the others, “I’ll do fine,” and gives a brief kiss before they divert - Warren to kneel down to remove his modified boots, Malaphin to place the gathered clothing besides their own. Their vibrant red blooms under the bright light of the repair bench as it accompanies the stolen bursa snare line, the lifted high security cuffs, the two leads of dense soft rope still in their original hank; the later left on top of the bright sash as the warframe loops a knot into the heavy cuffs.
Standing beneath the chosen anchor, Warren fluffs and redoes his braid.
Above him Malaphin loops the open end of the carbon line through the eye of the anchor, a start as Warren turns to assist as the cuffs are pulled a short measure from the ceiling and held there as the warframe forces the free end into another knot. It secures the general lax as Warren rests his hands on his braid, where one hand at a time is guided into the enlightened cuffs with gentle claws and a less gentle pressure as the blue bands bleed into orange - locking firmly his arms behind. Warren stretches out his shoulders as Malaphin loops the end of the line back around the throat of the cuffs, around where the first knot is secured and narrowed.
As Malaphin lets go of the lead of the snare line, Warren shifts and pulls it taut. A measure that is brief as the tenno rests his arms, “a little tighter?” Warren watches as the excalibur takes his hands, eyes barely flinching as the cuffs are intensified to bleed angry red. “You said you found another rope?”
“Only for when we get to that,” Malaphin brushes Warren’s hair from his eyes, “left or right?”
“Left,” Warren eases into the directive of claws upon his hips, glancing back over the crank of his rear bent arms. “Adding the blind then too? Once I’m all ready,” he curls with a smile as he eases into the warframe, hips kissing hips as he curls into the kiss of teeth. Wetting his lips with his oil slick tongue, he can only squirm, “already know what to go for - but you’ll have to work it out of me first,” and hums.
“Really now?” Malaphin steps around to Warren’s front, hands coming to rest at the hefty tenno’s hips as they lean in close, claws playing with the ties of his pants that still remain. “I know you got a knot planned in there - given, what you want me to do to you,” and purrs as their temples press.
“Oh, much better than that,” Warren leans in as their mouths meet, Malaphin tracing their claws into the lines of his pants. “Just need to work me open first, and I’ll gladly show you, love,” they kiss with a sigh - Malaphin sweltering against Warren’s mouth as claws continue to play with the fabric ties. They breathe into each other as oil black plays with the brilliant golden bronze, indulging as fingers ply around the weight of Warren’s inner thighs as they grace over the loose fabric, against the faint echo of his pubic mound as tongues trace saliva between lips and the glint of golden fangs - meeting again fierce as they breathe for each other, a guidance of claws find the trace of a white seam.
Warren breathes into them as the pairing of claws yanks one of the fabric ties from his hip, relinquishing him to the kiss of the ship’s cold breath and the pairing of claws that run along the weight of his loins, grazing further as they ply between his thighs. It spreads him beneath the remaining quiet of his pants, touched gentle and firm as their mouths meet once again - succumbing to the intrusion of gold as his vents fan, breathing deep as the warframe’s limber tongue coaxes around to be eagerly sucked. “Malik,” he breathes as the prod of a claws find within his tender white, again as a second pairs and pushes against the seal of white as he wavers for more. Further as the lone hand divides his coveted organ to weigh against his pants as fingers play with the slick moisture held within the folds.
“There we go,” Malaphin purrs as they guide Warren to weigh against their palm, to print against his pants as they hold it up against his thigh and waits out the engorging warmth as the tenno makes his shape. “Real big this time, hm?” he chuckles, caressing the tangling fibers as they form themselves into shape against Warren’s thigh, “I’m sure I can help you take it. Now, before we get into it,” and kisses sweet, voice held light, “you certain you want me to be rough with you?”
“Mhm,” Warren purrs, “we’ve dealt with worse,” and arches his hip into Malaphin’s palm, “compared to everything else, if I could choose which breaks my pelvis, it wouldn’t be getting hit by an opticor again,” he smiles soft as his pants drops briefly, “I’ll be fine,” and leans upon the restraint of the cuffs to give a kiss.
“Right,” the warframe laughs as they drop the tenno’s pants further, letting it gracefully falter as their attention takes to cradling the heavy balls grown from the remaining white tethers of Warren’s loins. “How tight do you want it,” they kiss again as the claws find against the seam to free any remaining tethers from the bout, fishing for them as golden pervades against the oil slick black once more and presses at Warren’s gag reflex. His vents gasp as it flexes his throat, furling as his cock is tugged along his balls as the white tangles catch themselves into position, still flaccid, yet firm enough to retain their guided shape.
A gasp breathes as Malaphin releases, leaving Warren’s mouth traced with saliva. “As tight as you can get them.”
“Got it,” and kisses against throat as their hands rest at Warren’s hips, sending a small jolt from one palm to another making Warren gasp and twitch as the pulse traverses through his pelvis and around his white. “Now it’s all together, let’s give you a look.” Kneeling down as their palms remain held on either hips, they follow as the tenno’s fibrous tail flickers and hips sway to the roll of the electric touches, guiding the pants to finally drop as Warren follows the warframe down with a flush.
A hand guides around them, cradling his balls once more as they kiss the head. “An arrowed head, plenty of fun textures,” and their teeth roll over the buds that dot around Warren’s glans, a glance that brings a shift as they hail around his shaft, “a hidden swell, hm? Along with a second,” their golden wraps around him, twirling around head to base as their head tilts upward, exchanging glances as they breathe. “Shall we move on?”
Warren nods as his cheeks run red - unable to touch as his guided cock aches in the cool cabin air, an ache drawn forth as he illuminates in the shadow with his brilliant white. He buries his cheeks against his arm as he tries to look away, to where Malaphin collects the rope. A poise he only slightly adverts as claws return to his hips, as a palm lifts under his member from behind and sends another tender jolt to dance upon his spine and back down to his ache from the involuntary clench. He hums as his head lulls back, “as tight as you can get it,” he almost whispers as Malaphin undoes the hank behind him, “stiffer than a sentient baton.”
“The whole time?” Malaphin leans over his shoulder as they make a knot around the end before him, “or just while I’m inside you?”
“As long as I can stand it,” Warren billows a short breath of steam as his pelvis clenches in anticipation - further as claws collect his shaft in one hand, tucking the rope down to his loins and squeeze his whites forth as one. A gesture that continues to coax out whines and the swerve of his hips as another looping length of rope tightens around his cock and balls, pushing them closer and closer into one as they glow vibrant in the shadows of the cabin. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers as he looks down from where he stands at attention - his balls nestled along the secondary swell, caught together as the warframe’s claws pull a knot to final around the base. “By the void,” he sighs as his loins flex, tethered whites dancing in the resounding pressure, “that’s, fuck, hmm.”
“We’ve only just got started,” Malaphin kisses him as he cuts the remaining rope free for later. “Need a moment?”
“Yeah,” Warren groans as he leans into the warframe’s palms begging to be touched as his hips shift forth, “I need, I want you to touch me some more, Mal, please.” A volt of electricity dances through his pelvis, “kiss me as you shock my cock.”
“Since you asked so nicely, prince,” Malaphin purrs as they stand, “dance for me,” and a palm curls around the white as they kiss.
“Mmm-mal,” Warren groans as tender shocks roll through his hips as a palm dances along the thralls of his tether loins where the rope holds him hostage, meeting Malaphin into another deep kiss. Their voices lie mute as the excalibur strokes along the tender white erection strumming electricity to ribbon between their hands, pulsations that coax Warren’s tail to dance behind him as his thighs clench to the nervous tune. Sensations amplified as they play an oral battle between slick black and temperate bronze - easily won as Malaphin explores Warren’s throat, swelling the tenno to breathe through his vents as he leans into the intrusion as his hips move to the waves. “Stronger,” he breathes as they relent, Malaphin kissing a flaring throat vent.
“We’ll get there, don’t worry,” they tease as their hand cranks around him, “you still need to be tended to first,” and again they kneel - Warren’s tip easily taken into the warframe’s fanged maw. Golden swirls around as he shifts back, beckoned by the glances and the texture popping wet, brought to tremble as the limber muscles glances as it roams along the sides and the tender balls pulled taut. Warren trembles as he bows against the touch, hands pulling around the lead and breathing deep as claws tap against his tightened loins and inner thighs. Glances, whispers, trailing kisses that bring him to falter so as claws grip around his ass and tongue makes his muscle dance as it flickers along the horizontal ripples, along the nubs that border the enamored crown. “How’re you feeling,” they whisper with finger tip static dances and a kiss to the tip, “not too tight?”
“Ooh, don’t get me started,” Warren hums with head against his arm, eyes lulling to where teeth glance along his length, “I will kick your ass if I come too soon,” almost hisses as he quivers under the tender touch, aching as the dance of claws roam over his inner thighs as he’s taken again, almost swallowed as his elbows grind against his head, “Fu-huck, Malik.” And yet, he’s left to dance in the cold cabin air once more - silenced with a kiss.
“Then we can move on,” purrs as saliva strings between, trailed by teeth as they kiss his throat. Once more the chimera kneels, but it’s to guide Warren to step from his abandoned pants and collect them, to place them on the repair bench at the far side of the cabin where the rest of the materials still lay. Items Warren can’t hold privy by the stiffened lead as a pull to look serves a jolt to his wrists - not as he elsewise minds as he waits for the electric claws to return. “Around your throat, right?”
“Yeah,” Warren glances back as claws reach around him, “not too loose, I just want to obscure my vision a bit.”
“Okay,” and Malaphin folds the thick sash around Warren’s neck as a scarf, letting the ends fold one into another as Warren’s mouth is shadowed by the fabric, coveting his breath as he still aches in the cool air. There’s a soft tap to his thigh, “now, your leg,” and claws draw around his outer thigh, “tell me when you want it taken off - move over a little,” their hand guides as Warren steps himself to the left, relinquishing his heel as its brought up flush against his hip and balances on his right. He can barely look past his arms as the excalibur wraps the rope around his thick thigh and shin, looping one side over the other to lattice upwards one side to the other - tilting him upwards as his foot is tethered the the cuffs above his head. “How does that feel? Not too tight.”
Shifting, testing, Warren shakes his head as he looks back, “maybe a little tighter around the heel,” he curls as his left leg can barely shift from position - exposed further to the grace of the cabin. There’s a flinch in his lip as the warframe tightens the brilliant rope, yanking his leg to heed as he balances on one foot. “Perfect,” he breathes as his tail sways are caught by the excalibur, “so you know... you can use claws, I want you to spread me nice and wide.”
Malaphin loops the last of the rope to rally the tail in place, “I’ll keep them blunt for now,” and breathes against Warren’s neck, kissing along the glowing rifts that descend the tenno’s spine. “Don’t want to tear you up too soon, that’ll be for later.”
“Promise?” Warren grins, leaning into the palm venturing between his legs and grazes his hole.
“Hard promise,” Malaphin rumbles, “now, bend over, let me have a look at you.”
The tenno complies as best he can - that is, to let himself trust the restraints as he partly kneels and pulls against the leverage made of his wrist and leg as palms frame his ass. Where tender claws press against the weight of him and guide him into place; drawing him flushed as he can feel the warmth of the excalibur’s breath prevade against his lifted thigh, coaxing gently towards the claws holding him spread. Exposing him forth as his tail shivers and loins clench in anticipation, in excitement as his fingers curl as warmth kisses him vibrant and pronounced as their breath rumbles up his spine where the slick golden tongue meets his mark. It casts exploration between the valley of his bound balls to the crest of his tail, bathing it in salivating mucus as claws drawn along his hole and draw him to huff.
He presses his mouth against the sash as it collects his heated breath, breathing it back as Malaphin kisses his hole as the first of many draw forth. “Relax,” the warframe purrs behind him as their other hand juggles his cock, “first one, okay” and teases until it quietly pushes through, massaging the ring before another can venture and join.
“Hmm,” Warren whimpers as the dense saliva probes along the gentle thrusts, spreading him once more to the cool cabin before the mouth meets him again, drawing a gasp as the tongue ventures in their steed. Pressure roams along his walls as ribbons of gentle electricity dances through his cock once more, engorging him as he can do naught but squirm in his restraints, holding a focused balance as Malaphin pops from his body. “Malik,” he whispers, eagerly as he tries to push back against the warframe’s mouth, inviting the tongue to continue to explore, to tempt him as the retreat leaves him anxiously wet. “Another,” he breathes.
Teeth kiss along his lifted thigh, “there we go,” sighs as fingers return to him again, three to stretch as they ease into a gentle thrust as they curve to his shape to pet him within and out. “Nice and easy, stretch for me, Divi,” and further they move as they roam around the curved muscle as it so pleasantly takes. “That’s it, relax for me,” whispers as Malaphin stands to the side to let Warren lean against them, to let the heft of a bound thigh lean as their other hand pleads around the bound cock. Pressure heaves and flows as the fingers retract and indulge, dancing volts from one hand to another to plead whispers between the folds of the sash as they falter into another kiss.
“Don’t force it,” Malaphin whispers as a four yearns for the journey as their mouths depart, pushing Warren’s hip further as he anchors himself against Malaphin, “one, two, breathe,” meets the slow gasp as the pressure follows through. Slowly, be surely as the whisper of electricity dances back to front, ribbons danced carefully as Malaphin spreads the mucus slick against their palm against the eager hole before trying once more. “Easy,” and four lean once more as the tenno’s spine curls into the draw.
“Malik,” Warren grovels as he levels his breath once more, gasps drawn short as a measure of pressure presses around the ring, a marker of how much he’s yet to take as he can feel the warframe’s palm held aside, space breathed between one finger and the next as his voice wavers and lorns. He casts himself against the held pressure as the warframe whispers the seconds, a count to ten, a relax before a repeat as his cock lies abandoned, left to ache taut and needing.
Though he does eventually take, a measure short of what he wishes, Malaphin kisses his ass once more, deeper as their tongue quests forth wider against his walls; himself giving in to the organ’s impressive girth.
It’s too far from enough - Warren sighs, “give me your fist.”
Malaphin pulls Warren’s braid as their thumb coaxes against the the hole, hand pushing the tail threatening to come undone from the restraints. “Soon,” he kisses his neck, hand turning to cup upwards as the four return to caress. “Just relax, we’ll get there.”
Warren grunts.
“They’re there,” they pet against the eager hole, fingers delving as they’re able, peaking into the saturated warmth as their other hand nestles around the tenno’s gut. “All five of them ready - all you need to do is let them in.” Again they pet against the wet hole one by one, counting before letting them join. “Push back.”
Warren snarls, aggressively flushed as his white ache within their restraints as passionate pre drools off his glans, “oh please, Malik,” whimpers as he tries to push himself around the excalibur’s fingers - around the tough calloused fingers worn by the depths of the battles they shared, the blood strung cast with the powerful muscles of the warframe’s arm as he tries to keep balance. “Stubborn asshole,” he grunts as he leans against Malaphin, leg trying to hitch as their breath catches against his neck, kissed along his pulled arms as he tries to sink. “Please put them in me,” rolls as he tries to give way for the pressure, relaxing to his partner’s voice as they talk him through the seconds, “please,” shivers as he meets the pinnacle, arching as the curl of the thumb pushes against the taut, “void damned, fist me already,” wavers as he gasps.
“Easy now,” chuckles as the fingers relent - leaving him gasping before they return, “I’ll count the roll - ready?” Warren nods, “three, two, one - and hold now,” hand forced against, held there as they hold against his hip. Draws of whimpers bleed through bitter annoyance, flushes damned as he tries to wiggle himself around the pressure before it’s pulled again. “Breathe, relax,” kisses against throat.
“Get that fucking hand in me, asshole,” simmers.
“Not there yet, Divi. Want me to go harder?”
“Please, Malik,” begs as Warren pulls against his restraints and his tail tries to lash from where it’s been pulled. “Oh void sent, just fuck my hole right up before I burst.”
“That sensitive, ah?” Malaphin’s unoccupied hand curls around Warren’s cock, “then we’ll see.” And as they divulge into a kiss the dances of static roam between the hands once more as he bathes into the shivers leaning against them. Mouths linger as their hand presses once more, the other curling around swelling cock before leaving it to ache as they let him breathe. Relaxation brought for just a moment as they shift, pulling against his braid to make him gasp open from the fabric.
“Break my hole, break my asshole open, please,” quivers as the hair is bound by firm claws as the hand within rolls and turns, coaxes that draw stream to seep through the open calls, the open moans as they meet again at the pinnacle. As they force the pinnacle against him under the forceful presses as they come against the toe curling threshold as even a slight gesture brings the mucus to pop. “Almost -” grunts as he almost misses his balance, lifting himself be bites back a gasp, and pools over into a whimper as they cross the threshold - filing past the ring in a slender motion as though it were a caught knot.
“There we go!” Malaphin purrs as they try and pull back - successful with a more than audible pop - returning it once more with a pleasant twitch of the tether tail. It meets again just as quick as the wetness of Warren’s hole speaks over his quivering gasps as he’s broken open, hips pivoting him back as his voice murmurs and sighs as he grants himself to the excalibur once more. Pleased by the sensation of filling his lowest gut while his cock still aches.
“Malik,” Warren whimpers ran flushed, aggressively aroused as Malaphin caresses his softened hole, petting it before filling it again once more. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“We’ve only just started,” the excalibur purrs close to him, easing Warren’s balance as they coax inside.
“Fuck it, we can do plenty more,” Warren aches as he takes the hand again, tail furling free as it hangs high, where it remains as Malaphin ease Warren to crest a better angle. And again he’s given into the sensation of the inviting hand as it spreads inside him, claws dancing tender teases of electricity as Warren still aches around them, quivering as he tries to find relief. “Oh void sent - fuck it up, fuck me up,” he whimpers as drool crests his lips, shivering as his hole is played with, patted, petted as the damp muscle is chilled by the cabin air.
“Want me to go faster?” Teeth kiss.
“Fuck me off,” Warren grunts, head leaning against his upper arms, arching. “Much harder,” breathes.
Malaphin snorts, adjusting himself to kneel beneath Warren’s bound leg where it balances on his shoulder. One hand holds to the tenno’s aching front, the other delving into the eager greedy hole as they kiss his thigh. “Hold onto the line, love.”
And Warren complies, wrapping the end around his gently singed wrists.
Cradling in one and curling with another, Malaphin sends a heavy wave through in a single motion - through Warren’s ass, his pelvis, up and out through his cock to coarse around into their other hand. Pulsations that lie heavy as Warren writhes above, whimpering and mumbling as the wet sounds of his pilfered ass are accentuated by his involuntary thrusts as he leans upon Malaphin as his right leg almost gives out on him. “Louder,” the chimera charms as Warren squirms above him, pushing deeper as his entire fist vanishes into the tenno’s body as Warren aches, as he bellows steam, as he holds his breath as he rides the lightning - and expels as his gut throbs. Though his loins still contract beyond the draw of the electric currents, he only manages a few drops to dribble onto Malaphin’s shoulder as his balls flex.
A few more tender thrust manage as Warren quivers through his orgasm - huffing deep as the voltage rolls low.
“Fuck,” Warren snarls through his teeth, “oh fuck,” he breathes.
“How did that feel, love?”
“Ah,” is all Warren can manage, still rolling bucks as his tethers still ache, “I think I can take more of those volts,” he tries to lick the drool from his lips, voice lingering as he languishes around Malaphin’s fist. Whining as it leaves with a silent wet pop and pets against the gentle gape. “Thought I was going to crush you with my thigh,” lingers as he still catches his breath.
Malaphin laughs as they stand, “it’s not like I was caught between them,” they kiss between the sweat laced bangs, “you want them off?”
“Just from my leg - the rest of them can stay. I still,” he breathes, voice catching, “I still want you to play with my ass.”
With a gentle lean, Malaphin’s follows the tenno’s hips as they sway, “want me to still go rough?”
“Yes,” Warren smiles as the warframe leans, meeting them into another kiss, “I could still use a little more stretching - and you haven’t fucked me yet.” He plays with a smile as he crosses the threshold; to be made writhing around Malaphin’s erection, for them both to be caught in the throes of intimacy as they share in the neural synchrony. “Won’t be satisfied until we’re caught around a mind-breaking, hole wrecking fuck, and decency be damned if we leave here without us exhausted.”
Malaphin’s claws dance over Warren’s side as they find for the ropes around his heel, foreheads pressing as they whisper, “want me to eat your ass again? To see how far you can fit.”
Warren kisses, “please do. Once I’m back to regular sensitivity, you can go wild on my asshole.”
Claws dance along Warren’s skin as the ropes are undone from his thigh, dropping aside and out of the way as Warren is able to hold himself stable once more. His hips angle backwards as his wrists are still caught in their cuffs, cock still bound against his aching balls as claws dance along his thighs and guide his legs to spread. Warren sighs as the golden tongue pervades him once more - teeth graze against the tender ring of muscle as claws spread him exposed, claws drawing his hole to gape as the excalibur explores his innards once more. His gasps are soft as his barely squirms as spine curls into the attention sinking into the terse sensation of the flexing organ as it draws the warm mucus along his low innards. Allowance that grants Malaphin guidance to flex between four and five, stroking firm as the golden coaxes against the base of the tether tail.
He sighs as he relents to the inviting sensation inside his ass, muscles made putty as he can feel the excalibur test, tease, play with his softened wet hole as it puffs into the attention. Beyond his sight as the sash covers his mouth his cock still aches, drooling for the sensation rearwards as it yearns - desire drawn as he gasps and takes Malaphin’s fist in its entirety once more. “What a hungry, greedy hole,” Malaphin purrs against the crest of his tail, “gotten itself almost all the way around my wrist.”
“Void sent,” Warren writhes as he temples for the hand, gasping forward and back as it presses towards his stomach, thrusts pivoting his hips as he moans deep. “The electricity,” he shivers, “let me feel it again, Mal.”
The chimera hums as they play between his thighs; claws cradle beneath him and dance along the binding, around his taut balls, around his succulent girth as the horizontal ripples are make a sensitive swell for the dark fingers. They hold around him, stroking the tender glans as it bobs and sways for the gentle touch contrasting the coaxing beyond. And, after a pause, as the warframe breathes and kisses the crest of his arched tail, as Warren hangs dazed in the lingering sensation, the voltage dances.
It’s a back and forth sensation that resounds palm to palm, tender waves made deeper as the tenno melts into the excalibur’s ecstatic palms as they kiss his spine. Purring as they hold still and let Warren move under the involuntary pulses made through his loins. Groans drip between the tenno’s lips as he rides the warframe’s hand, fucks the warframe’s hand, as his legs quiver through the relay pulses that flows through him in cascading waves. “Malik,” sighs as he fists around the restraints, drooling as he only follows the electricity, “fuck,” breaks between his groans, “you got me so slopping wet,” his mouth buries in the sash. He can feel the warframe smiling.
“You have such a nice, polite greedy hole,” Malaphin releases Warren from the spell as they continue to pet front and back, “so beautifully hungry, for my hand.” Their hand once at his cock rides Warren’s side, the one held within leaning upon the tenno’s spine where it traces the mucus trace. “Want to move onto taking your own cock?” He teases as they reach around to the front, holding the aching white as their own teases at the waiting hole.
“Eagerly,” Warren sighs as he tries to look over his shoulder, “can you move me back a bit?”
“Certainly,” Malaphin purrs as their hand follow Warren’s hips, their hips dancing just out of range as Warren’s arms are pulled by his adjustments, the lights around the cuffs a bleeding red. “Want me to hold onto your hair, or your tail?” Fingers dance static along Warren’s stomach as they hum flushed, feeling the stern muscles twitch under their touch.
“Either’s fine,” Warren breathes as he follows the electric pulses, shivering as they touch his sensitive vents, breathing wisps as they meet against the tender flesh. “Easy now,” sighs as he presses back, thighs leaning for the warm erection.
“Not yet,” the warframe rumbles as their bodies meet - erection cradled between thighs as the matching shapes rut, “want to try something different, so I might need a moment.”
“Ah, not hard enough from making my ass gape?” Warren taunts as his tail curls around Malaphin’s center. “Maybe jerking us both might give us enough time to test what I can take,” he chides as his thighs squeeze Malaphin between - twitching as an echoing sensation dances radial to his thighs and tethered whites. “Something like that, hm?” curls as he presses back harder, feeling the echo rise as his ass meets loin. “Give that to me fucking raw - I want you to squeeze every drop into my hungry ass.”
A rolling hum sighs through Malaphin as he hugs Warren’s center, mouth resting against nape for a gentle kiss as their hips rock, “hold on, love.” They purr, “once I’m done calibrating, I’ll give it nice and loud,” the radial waves of electricity still dance along Warren’s loins as his balls are squished between them, tingling him to arch as he rolls, riding around the warframe’s copy cock as against the back of his thighs he can feel the heft of their balls - the tension that lingers every time he squeeze them between their thighs. A riding that lingers them into whispers, kisses dotting along his spine as eager murmurs of desire as their hips sway as the warframe sets through their reserves, billowing at Warren’s nape. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” Warren whispers as their heads run against one another, leaning in as claws dance over his sides. “I want to feel you fill every inch of me, Malik, fuck my ass until I’m ragged, and raw.” A hand curls up and around his jaw, forcing him back into a kiss where they linger - where they breathe into each other as the tenno’s eyes glow pale blue. “Transference ready.”
Teeth rake against Warren’s neck as the warframe’s mouth still lingers, breathing in his sweat.
Below, as a hand grips against ass and heaves it aside, another aims them - and hips gently press.
Slowly Warren bends himself around the warframe as hips kiss hips - the pressure gentle as his well worked hole swallows the golden flesh, surrounding gracefully as the mucus draws them slick. A pressure declares as fingers spread over his hips, a voltage sent through him as his muscles clench, gripping in flexes as it starts gentle and slow. “Hold on there real good,” Malaphin sighs as they lean against him, filling up to the pronounced swell as they burrow inside and as claws dance over hips, “let me feel you clench up, nice and tight.” And the voltage sings around them for but a moment, muscles bouncing as the tenno sighs, as the excalibur sighs against his spine. “Divi,” Malaphin breathes as their hips roll, rocking as Warren leans from his restraints and presses his ass back.
“Do it again, Malik,” Warren breathes as his tail is taken, balled into a fist as the other pushes against his spine to ride him around the pleading pressure. “I can still feel it, waiting,” sighs as his feet temple and knees bow - hips twitching to the melody of the electricity that dances through their joined hips. He angles from his wrists as the erection still yields for him just yet - empty of tension as it thrusts at the guidance of the arrowhead glans and the building swell. Behind him he can feel the warframe purr as their movements are accentuated by the noise, the noise as the pulling against his tail makes it obvious he’s not yet taken the swelling pressed against his hole. “Oh fuck, Malik, get it in me,” Warren sighs as he tries to look back as the pressure of his leaning hips are not enough against the tempting girth - not just yet as his tail is yanked aside, “stretch me, wider,” he shivers.
And whimpers as the pressure relents - made empty as the golden girth leaves him vacant for a moment before a clawed hand shoves itself into him once more. It stands his tail and legs to attention as he catches around the warframe’s palm, stuck for a moment before it slips greedily into his ass as his legs gauge themselves as it pivots; spreading, petting, pushing against his stomach before it loudly pops free. And it returns again once, twice; he shivers as Malaphin pulls his hair, back arching as the clawed hand invites itself into him again and again as he fusses against the biting cuffs. His voice whines as the wet sound of his asshole being smacked reverberates in his mind, the sensation lingering as it reigns puffed by the attention. Taken by hand, taken by mouth as Malaphin kisses it, licks it, plays with it as their teeth graze the eager hole. “Such a greedy, noisy hole,” they purr as they kiss it and run their hand over the waiting want. “So shameless, Divi, do you want some more?”
He pulls against the desire to let his eyes flutter, squeezing them to press out the build of yearning tears as his mouth buries into the sash. “Give it a couple smacks,” he almost stutters, legs curling as he feels the claws on him again, “tell it it’s been good, it’s taken so much.” And his words linger as the excalibur complies; squeezing the relaxed muscle and giving it a few short shocking smacks, curling as he can feel himself drool from both ends.
“You’re doing good,” Malaphin breathes against his neck as their hips meet again, as their cocks rut rubbing wet with the saturating mucus. “I should give you a look.”
A hum rolls through Warren as he tries to look back hips tilted to meet.
“Just fill my greedy hole, warframe,” Warren breathes as he temples back against the swell. He exhales as he feels the easy glide press towards his stomach, the swelling that bulges and presses against his bound loins, the weight that knocks against his thighs as Malaphin rolls with a purr. “Give it to me,” whispers as he rides around the intoxicating sensation, “give it-” his voice trembles along with the warframe’s own as he shares the touches one to another. The struggling, the desire, the frustrated tears as he tries to push it into himself, to give into the oval shape as his tail grips the excalibur’s arm wrapped around his stomach. “Almost, Malik, almost,” his voice lingers - yearning, wanting as he laments as he rocks between the hand and the cock, eyes faltering as he can feel himself once more stretch - and gasps as they both fall still.
“Easy,” Malaphin pants, claws digging around center as they push against the pressure.
“Yeah... yeah,” Warren simmers as he pushes them together - feeling the swell relent - and pushes back just as hard into the warframe’s hips with an exhale.
Hands splaying beyond the ropes restraining Warren’s balls, claws press against the stomach as teeth graze over nape. Their bodies rock wet between their thighs as they sink into the pressure that constrains them both. Malaphin curls their arms around Warren’s stomach, pulling close as their hips release, and hands dig against hips. “Ready, starstruck?”
“More than,” he sighs as he rides the pairing swells and the stretching against his walls, “give me it stiff, love, fuck me battered and raw.”
Exchanging a brief kiss, Malaphin grips Warren’s hips tight. “It’ll be my pleasure, Divi.”
And the current begins to flow one side to the other.
It dances them as their muscles stiffen to the rolling beat as he grips against the cuffs, Warren standing to full as he feels Malaphin push deep into him - the dance that wanders through his loins before returning to the opposite palm amplified as his body is filled. It slurs his words as he can feel the voltage grip around his pelvis and the excalibur’s cock, seizing his muscles as the golden girth gleans through his tense innards, position drawn him looser as it echoes in waves and make his tethered balls ache fierce as they plead for formative release.
“Ah, Mal!” Warren whimpers as he feels the golden peak within him, hips meeting hips knocking the excalibur’s energized balls knock between his oozing legs, against his own as the sensation is shared as they twitch in-sync. “Malik!” shouts as the thrusts amplify the voltage holding his pelvis hostage, seizing his legs as they tremble and shake as they meet in complete. Their dance within the synchrony as their hands are held captive and hold against thumping thighs, of anxious balls knocking free and are tethered tight against a growing swell, as the kiss of teeth glance against neck to meet with the bite of fabric as the voltage dances through them both one in the same. “Harder!” Warren screams as his legs bounce to the rhyme, struggling to stand as they lurch and flex around the withdrawn thrusts and heavy wet smacks of hips against hips. Noises that shake them both as Malaphin shares the tenno’s exclaims, as the excalibur shares Warren’s rolling groans as the voltage holds them in a tightening vice. “Oh fucking please, more!” - and Warren’s tail is ensnared, his hair taken in the same as the radial strum carries their hips through.
Malaphin arches as he share their view with Warren; of his head pulled back to anxious exhales, his tail held high alongside his braids in a single hand as claws dig into his hip. Where together they’re enamored as Warren takes the greedy swell - popping in with without a second thought as their hips collide, hole puffing warm as he swallows Malaphin’s girth again and again with the seep of breathing steam. Beyond it, though neither can see the heavy warm golden smacking against the resistant of white, neither are unaware as they meet in furtive desire as Warren drools.
It strums a hungry storm as their hips angrily slap, powered by their thunderous hips as they swallow and gasp, breathing and holding it taut only to falter and groan as pelvis collide. Sweltering that dance over their skin, their arms, their bodies as the voltage draws them further and further, erection to erection as each blow eases into the next as a cheek is held aside, pulled aside by claws as a spine falters and legs split, dropping further as hands grip around the restraint of cuffs and feet curl into knuckling against the floor as their own sense of direction blurs between them. “Almost,” their voices merge, “almost,” they both swell.
Malaphin grabs the hanging length from the cuffs with one hand as the other seizes Warren’s tail as the entangling fiber white curls into the static that dances beneath their palms. An entanglement emboldened as claws dig against flesh, against ass as they spread for the hole as it swallows them again, wet with their mucus spread between heavy cheeks, lingered beneath along thigh and restrained white as their words have long waned from verbal states. Their hands mirror and grip against Warren’s skin as their bodies shake - senses melting, drifting between the gap as their noises blur, senses a noisy mess of calls and smacks - and Malaphin grips around Warren’s stomach and chest, pulling the close.
Teeth kiss against neck as they both falter into needing bucks - melting into another as tail curls against side, as claws dig into skin as they languish together within the sensational echoes. Warren can shiver as he feels the warm rush flowing inside of him and follow through his loins - relief as the staggered orgasm pools beneath him as their senses finally disconnect, feeling Malaphin’s claws digging into his skin. “Oh, finally,” his voice whispers, trying himself to lean back as a hand takes to his sensitive white - pleading it soft as Warren blows steam through his teeth. His hips still twitch as the pent pressure ribbons beneath his shadow.
Taking a moment, swallowing deep - Malaphin is still inside of him, “need a moment?” A claw dances as Warren works himself back to his settled feet, still curling around the pressure that resides in his lowest gut.
“Yeah,” Warren breathes as he shifts around the sensation, enamored as he sways under the warframe’s claws drawn around his gut. “Want to enjoy the bliss just a little longer,” he sighs.
“Want me to undo the restraints?” Malaphin whispers, kissing along his neck.
“Maybe just the cuffs,” Warren purrs as he feels the warframe behind him. “Void sent, you’re so fucking big.”
“It was your idea,” Malaphin teases, slow to guide themself free of the tenno’s ass. “Do you still want to go at it again?” Their claws dance around the lines of the cuffs for a moment, trying to undo the knots tightened by Warren’s weight.
“Mhm,” Warren hums as he tries to glance back, hips rolling as he feels the gentle pressure shift - and the release that casts a shiver down his spine and the flow to roll over his aching hole. “Maybe a couple more times - on the floor so we won’t break anything.”
Malaphin cuts through the line with their claws, releasing Warren to finally rest his wrists, though first they inspect the remaining line. “Should I grab one of the blankets to put down?”
“Nah,” Warren kisses Malaphin’s teeth, “hot and heavy against the metal, you already gave me a couple scratches, so we can adore each other until we feel better after.”
Satisfied their inspection Malaphin laughs, “right,” and kisses in return. “Want to lay down so I can give you the fist again?”
“Only if we go rough on each other afterwards,” Warren teases, gripping Malaphin’s cock as they share another mouth gaping kiss - and doesn’t lie down just yet as he kneels, kissing the emboldened crown as he cradles the warframe’s shocking balls. His slick black tongue dances around the mucus slime as it sticks to his lips, sticks to his tongue as he grazes around the side, the bottom, enamored by the golden orbs as a hand curl into his hair, pulling him close as he pushes himself around the steady crown. He’s only able to temper it against his palate as the swell still echoes, unable to take any more than the gentle rippling which makes the frontal swell, but just enough to draw a sigh from the warframe as they watch.
“As rough as you wish,” the warframe purrs as he guides Warren’s face away, gripping his cheek as they kneel and give another fulfilling kiss. “Full claws and teeth; fight for dominance as well?”
Warren follows as he rests against the metal, leg hitched up into Malaphin’s arm as their claws dance around his erection and glean around his still captive white. “Yeah, we can claim everything of one another,” he sighs as fingers grip the warframe’s jaw as they kiss again, “feel each other inside and out. Bite me, claw me, break an arm if you have to,” he smiles, “make me an absolutely drooling, ass leaking mess.”
Malaphin laughs as their hand continues to play, two fingers spreading the softened hole before they divide inside and plead a sigh. “I’m impressed you think I’m capable of that, but I’ll do what I can to sate that desire, my dear Divi.” And just as easily Warren takes the questing fist into his body, hips shifting as legs spread for the pressure. “Hold on,” their breathing rolls over Warren’s throat, “take them, like this,” and guides Warren to present himself as the tenno loops his cuffed wrist beneath his knees, cock sitting propped between his thighs.
“There we go,” Warren sighs as he sinks around the fist again, quivering as it attends to him deeper, feeling the hand wander against his stomach and spread him inside. Strokes that are also met along his girth, exposed clear to the warframe’s hands as they kiss along his lifted thighs before returning to him - kissing deep as their hand plies deeper into his gut. A distance Warren can feel as it ticks against an inner resistance stroked by attentive fingers. “Further,” he whispers into Malaphin’s mouth, hands curling as his feet curl above. “By the void, how far in are you,” sighs.
“A third up from my wrist,” the warframe purrs, pulling free to show the enamored tenno. “Keep going slow, or do you want me to go faster?”
“Mhm,” Warren sighs as he rolls around the yielding fist, for the hand that wraps around his tender white as claws dance below his taut balls and angle him down. He grunts as Malaphin shifts against them, both adjusting for better touch as Malaphin pulls around Warren’s leg, pulling it out of the way and from the cuffs to leave Warren in charge of the other. They pin it against his side as the fist twists and yields, playing adamantly as they breath for one another, foreheads pressed as over and over the warframe delves. With a smack to the ass, tenno breathes into warframe, “rougher?”
“Punch it,” Warren sighs around the tongue as the hand curls against his walls, swallowing it once more just as he swallows the golden tongue as it swarms his jaws. His proclaims are mute as he’s smacked again on the ass, adrift as the hands work around him, inside of him until a hand presses at his knee, forcing him to turn as he holds his other leg over. “Malik,” breathes as they finally separate, gasping as the teeth meet against throat and for the hand that works him hard. It forces itself into him even as muscles weakly clench, as his body tries to curl away from the sensation as he catches his knee around the warframe’s side and holds his other tight - passionate aggression that bounces his taut erection.
“Divi,” Malaphin whispers as they feel over his stomach, putting pressure as they him between their hands. “Do you want it, greedy prince?” Their palms dance static over Warren skin as he bows around the pleading turn, against his innards as they hum together in the pause for neural synchrony - a dance between them as in sensation, submissive, domination, it breathes their aches to yield, to hold as Warren can feel the wanting ache that dances his abandoned erection.
“I’m not broken yet,” Warren exhales team as he glances back half lid, releasing his knee to hold around the excalibur’s neck, “give me all you got.”
Malaphin smiles through the connection, “got it,” and shifts.
Their hand holds tight around his aching balls as they push his thighs against them, and pushes in deeper.
And Warren curls as the wave paces through his innards, as it rides through his stomach and up through his cock.
The sensation swallows his voice as he staggers, words slurring as the warframe sits a statue with their own erection begging against his thigh. That is, until Warren moves around the deep pressing fist buried inside him, breaking through the tension as it retreats and slams back into his ass. A cry is let out, shaking him, making him scream and purr as it snares him around the flexing palm and the sloping fingers that finally makes it around his bend - though tears sting his eyes, he can’t help but smile into the kiss shadowing over him, desire aching against the tenno’s thigh.
“Malik!” Warren shakes his hand free of his other thigh as he rides around the perverse hand deep inside him, gripping the warframe’s head and driving them deep into a passionate kiss. He curls around the thrusting hand as they pull temple to temple, further more as tongue invades lips and he holds the excalibur close. “Please,” he whispers between the nearly elbow deep presses, “keep going,” his hips tremble as he lies on approach, submitting to the fist as it emerges from him and grips his anguished cock as they fall together as one.
The rally of electricity dances as they falter their positions, hands held taut against hips as the tenno positions himself on top - piercing himself around the excalibur’s cock as his own drools retained spent. Their hands are a muddled mess as they grip and pry, questioned and drifting as Warren buckles around the swell pressing against his lowest stomach and making him full. A buckling made harder as he slams himself down around the excalibur again and again - as claws pull against his ass, digging sharp as the warframe swallows their voice and watches him above. Its a falter for a moment as teeth graze along throat once more as Warren can feel his own roll over his swollen cock. Not yet, not just yet as they fight for another kiss as Warren swallows the tongue, suckling on it as he holds Malaphin face to face.
Sat together his feet squirm beneath as they sit in a mess of their own shared fluids, knees aching as he rides around the thick girth that mirrors his own still bound by the ropes. He indulges himself around Malaphin’s tongue as claws roam over thighs, tracing red beads to roll as he grips haphazard, fingers putting the pressure at odds as the cuff sit broken around his wrists as he holds himself against Malaphin with one hand as the other grips the warframe’s nape. “Break it, Malik,” Warren growls as Malaphin slams into him again and red streams down his heavy thighs, “break my fucking hips, I dare you.”
“Only if you break mine first,” Malaphin coos as their teeth draw against throat - pushing Warren’s head aside as their teeth do more than draw glances of blood, biting hard as Warren slams himself down once more. Waves of electricity adjust the tune of their bout as the synchrony runs the choir, dancing their muscles to and fro as Warren buckles himself around the erection once more, begging for it as his tail pulls around the warframe’s taut balls. His cock ruts against the warframe’s stomach as they rock around the sensations deep as claws hold fierce against sides, palms digging against the nape plates coveting the warframe’s transference bolt.
And Malaphin bucks him - both quarrel as mouth meet to teeth, as they falter together with bodies shining by sweat and drift with their fumbling desires. “Fuck!” Warren quivers as they vie for position; wrestling and pushing, pulling and pressing as their hands meet each other in their own passionate wanton desires. It shifts the ship as they rough up against one another, muscles surging as one takes hold of another, as their blood shares along the floor until Malaphin’s hand is at the back of Warren’s throat, pushing him against the metal as their knees part between heavy thighs. “Give it to me,” swallows beneath as hair is twisted and pulled, bringing the bloody nose smile to the cabin air as the knees spread him anguished and wide as the hand quests to fill the greedy hole.
“By the void,” Malaphin purrs as once more Warren’s body swallows the fist as Malaphin leans above him, “look how much of me you’ve taken, starstruck,” they gasp as they share the sight as the pressure bruised arms ache. Crushing wounds brought by the tenno’s massive pressure on their shoulders, their stomach, their chest as blood pools beneath the surface of their skin and leaks from where it breaks in the creases. But it doesn’t deter them as they fill his body again, cooing along with the tenno’s voice as he languishes below in their vision shared. Broken cuffs make it easy for Warren to grip the force pressing against his bite wounded throat, to cradle and press against his pleading erection as he mewls and grovels for the pressure pushed inside him over and over.
Warren’s hands dance in the synchrony force to draft the warframe to heel, to curl down and above as Malaphin shifts tact, pushing them hip to hip as hair is pulled again. “Harder,” Warren almost commands as he leans on the floor as his hips are gripped by claws, digging into finger tips as he gives himself into the thrusts, for the trailing of his own blood tracing along the whisper of his thigh rifts as his throat aches from the passionate bites. Pleasure or pain he can’t tell which from which - a smack there, a digging of claws here, a blur as they rock for the peak. “HARDER!”
“Make me,” Malaphin slurs as their claws scratch, curling to lean over the tenno’s spine, “MAKE ME!”
And Warren complies through the synchrony - moving Malaphin’s body for them as they still hold control of their palms and the dancing voltage as they slam together loud. Almost fulfilling as they can feel the tension taut in the tenno’s balls as he begs around them, the pressure that resounds through one to another as the front ends swell and find ease through the tenno’s wrecked body. Between they indulge in the wet opened sounds a near-exhausted thrusts are pulled long and deep, Malaphin pulling hair hard as a hand paws against the restricted erection, failing to break the binds as the dead metal cuffs rattle against the floor in dismay, wavering as hips strike heavy and quick. “Please, Malik!” Warren whimpers as his concentration falters, breaking the synchrony as he relents control.
Malaphin purrs as he feels the hands grip against his own, the pull around their hips as they sink in total to feel Warren shivering around their cock and wanton for desire.
A space that leaves Warren to shiver, to take a chance to lead himself back upon his knees and settle himself around the gut churning swell as arms pull around him. Gasps hold lax as they breathe between them once more, tender kisses rolling over the fierce bloody bites as a hand holds over the skin damaged over the transference bolt at their nape. Within the sweet silence, nerves still ablaze, they roll together.
Tenderness brings it all over as Malaphin tends to the restrained cock, cutting loose the end of the rope before holding the sweltering gut as it gently pours over their link. Hugging, rolling. a lip quivers as they share deep once more, filling and pleading as their pinnacles share, over pouring as each gentle touch brings them to jerk as the warframe’s own seeps between them - where a hum bounces throat to throat as Warren still rides Malaphin through to the very end. Though blood still trace his wrists from the bite of the cuffs, along his stomach and hips, his neck stained with his deep blood black, his hand tries to nurse the bruised nape. “Sorry,” Warren whispers as he draws his fingers over the pressure indentations on the warframe’s tough skin, bruises still sing warmth beneath his touch as Malaphin pleads him soft.
“Don’t be,” Malaphin purrs as they simmer under the tenno’s touch, “I did a number on you as well,” laughs.
“Fair enough,” Warren smiles, breathing deep a he pulls himself off from around the warframe’s girth. “Void sent, fuck,” he breathes as he finally pops free and sore. He can feel the over-spill as it traces down his body as he tries to turn over, turning to give an attentive kiss as hands trace his sides. “Can you check with Chat? I think I heard the message receive from the console.”
“Yeah,” Malaphin breathes as their forehead presses against shoulder as they linger close, nestling into throat as their hands wander aimless. “Hm, seems we shifted the ship.”
Warren snorts, pulling back with a brow crooked, “did we?”
“Chatlain’s yelling at me,” Malaphin kisses Warren’s neck, nuzzling, “telling us to get out or cut it off. Was a few minutes ago and now I got to apologize to them.”
“Oh come now,” Warren smirks as he sits straddled over one of Malaphin’s thighs, “it’s not like Agade security is going to care if we leave on time. Did we break Chat’s concentration or something.”
“To that nature,” Malaphin rests their hands on Warren’s thighs as they draw into another tender kiss, “come on, lets get this cleaned up so we can rest before departure - how’re you feeling?”
“Well my ass feels blown out,” Warren holds the warframe’s jaw, “and I got a couple good scratches, but nothing a good rest won’t fix,” and gives them a peck to the teeth.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, we still got that cake frozen in storage; there’s still enough time to go down and grab another one before we leave.”
Claws curl over center as Warren guides himself to the floor with Malaphin on top of him, their legs entangled as his hair is guided from his face - and share another kiss. “I’ll get us cleaned up, then we can go down and grab another one before we leave.”
Their heads press in the silence of the cabin as claws roam over the tenno’s body, counting the damage as their breathing shares in the space. “Okay, just check with Chat first before we do.”
