GK, Sweet Dreams, 1/1, NC17, Brad/Walt, 2,700
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Walt Hasser
Warning(s): somnophilia (consenting), daddy!kink, slow/sweet sex, barebacking, rimming
Spoiler(s): N/A
Prompt(s): Someone at the GK Kink Meme wanted Brad likes it when his partner is tired/asleep/unconscious.
Word Count: 2,700~
Notes: The original prompt at the kink meme got a Brad/Ray fill so I feel absolutely no guilt in not crossposting there.
Summary: Walt might not understand Brad's kinks all of the time, but he doesn't mind this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Walt’s body is heavy and sleep warm, half on his stomach and curled around the blanket like it’s a long pillow. His skin is soft to the touch with the naked curve of his back on full display, and Walt doesn’t react when Brad traces his thumb under the jut of his shoulder blade.
Walt hasn’t done more than stretch like a cat and tuck his knees as close to his chest as he can get since Brad came into the room. He’s quiet like this, peaceful, and Brad almost feels bad for the fact he wants to ease Walt’s boxers down his hips and molest the hell out of him.
The desire hums just under the surface of his skin, ever present, and Brad stretches out on his side and shifts closer to Walt. It’s slow work to ease the blanket from Walt’s fingers, to work his arm around Walt’s stomach and drag him back across the mattress without waking him up. Brad pauses when Walt whines, bowing his back and clutching at his blanket, but he settles down and Brad just presses closer. He drops kisses to Walt’s shoulder and presses his forehead to the soft mop of Walt’s hair.
Still, Walt doesn’t wake up, and Brad relaxes against him and sighs contently. He rubs his fingers across the old bike scar on Walt’s ribs, slowly pressing up until he can rub his thumb in slow circles around Walt’s nipple. It’s soft and velvety and Walt tries to squirm away when Brad pinches it tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Brad kisses Walt’s shoulder again and shhs him under his breath.
Brad waits for Walt to settle down, his breathing heavy and slow once more. He pets Walt’s chest gently, teasing nipples with his thumbs and scraping his nails through the coarse hair under Walt’s belly button. Coupled with Walt’s soft sighs and the way he presses back to get closer to Brad’s chest and his warmth, more than likely, it’s more than enough to get Brad half-hard in his jeans.
Grinding his cock against Walt’s ass slowly, Brad bites the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning too loudly. He can feel the itch intensifying, the desire to ease Walt onto his stomach and just rub his dick over his warm skin until he comes pumping through Brad’s fire with every incessant drumbeat of his heart. Brad has no idea what about Walt makes him want these things, but as long as he’s gentle he knows Walt won’t mind.
Sometimes, Brad wants to be anything but gentle, but now isn’t the time for that. Now, Brad just wants to slide his hand under the elastic of Walt’s boxers and cup his dick in his palm. He’s careful not to squeeze when Walt starts to shift.
Walt’s thighs clenching together tighter before relaxing them. Walt rests more heavily against Brad, his thighs falling apart wider, and Brad takes the unintentional invitation for what it’s worth.
Walt’s cock is soft under Brad’s fingers, his shaft smooth and foreskin easing back easily. The head is silky and dry and Walt’s breath catches in his throat when Brad starts to rub his thumb over it slowly, teasing it against the slit gently. It gives Brad pause, waiting for Walt to settle back down, but he’s starting to get tense and Brad eases his hand out of Walt’s boxers slowly.
Brad pulls away from Walt and Walt keens almost immediately, eyelids flickering and fingers grasping for something warm to drag to his chest. Smiling, Brad reaches over Walt to tug the blanket closer, and Walt clutches it to his chest and rolls onto his belly in the warm spot Brad left behind. It’s not where Brad wanted Walt to go, but he can improvise.
Shifting to his knees slowly, careful not to disturb Walt further, Brad straddles the back of Walt’s thighs and watches him sleep. The blanket is wrapped around him, pinned under his chest and draped over his back, and Walt doesn’t object when Brad pushes it up his back slowly to reveal Walt’s baby blue shorts and tanned skin again. He lets the blanket stay above Walt’s hips and Brad can’t resist the urge to cop a feel.
Walt just sighs and tucks his face into the mattress.
Peeling off his shirt, Brad tosses it to the side. He undoes the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly, but it’s more to fit his hand in his shorts and stroke himself than anything else. Brad can feel his cock swelling in his hand, relief flooding his system at the warm friction of his own palm and the increasing arousal from having a sleeping Walt slumped beneath him.
There are so many things Brad wants to do with Walt when he’s like this and he has no idea where to start.
It’s easy for Brad to just settle his weight on his heels, cupping his balls tightly and scrapping his nails softly just under the head of his cock. He has no qualms about sitting here and jacking off over Walt’s back, but he could certainly have a better view if that’s the case. It’s the only reason Brad stops stroking his cock slowly tugging at the inseams of his jeans uncomfortably.
The best way to start is to get Walt naked, Brad supposes. He shifts back on the bed slowly, sliding his fingers up the backs of Walt’s thighs before curling under his hips. Brad is careful to hook his fingers in the elastic of Walt’s boxers and tugs gently. His thumbs press in and ease the drag of the elastic over Walt’s ass, and slowly, slowly, he starts to pull them off.
Walt doesn’t react as he’s being stripped beyond shifting his hips uncomfortably. He settles in easily once Brad drags the fabric over the curl of his ass, and it’s easier to tug them down Walt’s thighs and toss them aside after that. It wouldn’t be the first time Walt has woken up naked in bed with Brad, but as long as he has his blanket to keep him warm, he won’t object.
Brad climbs off the bed long enough to kick off his jeans and boxer briefs and grab lube out of the bedside table. He curls his fingers around Walt’s ankles gently, easing them apart slowly. Brad pushes one of Walt’s thighs up slowly, and Walt sighs and tucks it up closer to his stomach and the blanket. It leaves Walt bare to the world and Brad’s cock throbs and leaks at the sight of it.
Easing down onto the mattress slowly, Brad catches his weight on his elbows and rubs his dick against the sheets. The soft scratch of fabric isn’t nearly what Brad wants, but it offers enough comfort to keep him from throbbing painfully. It gives him something to do when he spreads Walt open further, pressing his thumbs in to open his hole. Brad doesn’t hesitate before leaning in and pressing a dry kiss to the puckered skin, flicking his tongue out to wet it and moaning at the back of his throat.
Walt doesn’t do more than shift his hips slightly, thighs spreading wider, and Brad takes it as a sign to continue. He licks Walt’s hole slowly, tracing the rim of muscle with his tongue, and he has to force himself to stop grinding his hips against the edge of the mattress. He’s so close to getting what he wants, sucking gently at Walt’s balls and licking a line from the back of them to Walt’s hole, it wouldn’t do any good to come before he’s finished getting him wet and sloppy.
When Walt moans in his sleep, hips pushing back and the first signs of his arousal starting to show in the slow swell of his half-hard cock, Brad stops licking. He waits for Walt to keen and settle again, hips shifting against the mattress in sleepy irritation and Brad kisses the back of his thigh in apology. Brad wants Walt to enjoy this, he just wants to finish what he started at first.
Grabbing the lube from the sheets, Brad slicks up his fingers slowly and eases two of them inside of Walt gently. He’s loose from Brad’s spit and getting fucked last night, and Brad watches his fingers disappear inside of Walt’s body. It makes Brad ache from the desire to push into Walt and claim him, but he can’t, not yet.
Brad is slow and gentle as he preps Walt, mindful of Walt’s soft breathing and careful not to wake him up. He likes it when he has Walt spread underneath him, soft and open. Brad loves that Walt trusts him enough to give Brad that kind of permission in the first place. If Brad is going to do this, he’s going to do it right.
Walt’s breath hitches slightly when Brad presses a third finger inside of him, curling and spreading them wide, and he moans quietly when Brad rubs against his prostate gently. None of the touches are enough to wake him, and Walt shifts restlessly for a second as his cock continues to swell.
Brad eases his fingers out and Walt relaxes back into his blanket and the mattress slowly. The lube is cool when Brad pools it in his palm and he hisses quietly when he curls his fingers around his cock and strokes slowly. It feels so good to have his hand on himself, jacking his own cock almost lazily as he nudges Walt’s thighs with his knees. Brad has to brace himself with a palm over Walt’s shoulder, mindful of slippage on the blankets, and he lowers his hips down to rub against Walt’s ass slowly.
It feels so good and Brad drops down to his elbow and kisses the back of Walt’s neck. He presses his hand over his cock, holding him in place as he grinds. It isn’t what he wants, isn’t nearly enough, but Brad loves the warmth and the way Walt sighs in his sleep and shifts to make room for Brad.
Even when he’s fast asleep, he’s kind of a slut for Brad’s cock. It does things to Brad and his cock leaks precum over Walt’s skin.
Slowly, Brad stops rubbing in favor of gripping his cock and rubbing it against Walt’s hole. The head catches but doesn’t push in, and Brad bites the blanket over Walt’s shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly when he finally does. He pushes in slowly, so impossibly gentle, but it doesn’t stop Walt’s breath from catching and he tightens around Brad’s cock instinctively.
Brad drops his forehead to Walt’s shoulder and curses under his breath. He gnashes the blanket with his teeth and keeps pushing in to Walt, pausing every now and then to let Walt adjusted and to whisper quiet reassurances into Walt’s skin, shhing him back to sleep. By the time Brad bottoms out, grinding his cock inside of Walt slowly, Walt’s breathing is a little more rapid but he hasn’t woken up yet. Brad doesn’t expect that to last long.
Pulling the blanket down Walt’s shoulder a few inches, Brad presses soft kisses against his skin. He pets Walt’s side and thigh gently as he tries to catch his breath, waiting for Walt to adjust before carefully sliding his hand under Walt’s belly and wrapping an arm around his middle. The angles are weird and Brad hates that the blanket is in the way, but he doesn’t want to pull out or stop.
All Brad wants to do for the rest of his existence is this.
Walt is warm and soft and accepts Brad into him easily, slowly stirring awake with every grinding thrust of Brad’s cock. The sleepy sounds he makes go straight to Brad’s cock and Brad is torn between wishing he stays loose and plaint like this forever and for Walt to wake up enough to grind back against Brad’s cock.
Walt starts to come to the longer Brad thrusts inside of him though, despite the shallowness and ease. He tucks his face into the covers and his entire body clenches and trembles when he starts to stretch. The long, drawn out groan that vibrates through Walt’s chest makes Brad’s cock throb painfully and Brad nips at Walt’s shoulder lightly.
“Shh,” Brad says, peppering Walt’s skin with soft kisses along the curve of his shoulder and into the crook of his neck. “Relax, shh.”
And Walt obeys, for the most part. He makes an inquisitive sound that’s cut off with a low moan, and he shifts against the sheets to try to get his knees underneath him. “Daddy,” Walt breathes out, clenching around Brad’s cock gently. “Oh.” Walt’s fingers curl into the sheets, the blanket, but he seems otherwise content to just lay there and let himself be fucked.
Brad watches Walt’s eyes flicker shut again and his fingers go slack in the sheets. He presses a kiss to the back of Walt’s neck and sits up. He pulls out of Walt slowly, despite Walt’s whines, and flips the blanket over Walt’s body and baring his naked skin. Then gently, he rolls Walt on his side and curls up behind him. It takes a moment to guide Walt’s limbs where he needs them, and when he presses his chest to Walt’s back and pushes back inside of him, it’s perfect.
There’s not a lot of room for Walt to wiggle and squirm, and he relaxes back against Brad when he starts to thrust slowly. There’s no rush in the way Brad does this, not when he gets to hold Walt close and just enjoy being inside of him for a few minutes. He lets his fingers drift down Walt’s stomach until he can stroke Walt’s cock in time with his lazy thrusts.
”Daddy,” Walt whispers, curling his fingers around Brad’s wrist and just holding on. “Oh, daddy.” The quiet litany doesn’t falter, Walt’s soft moans warming Brad and encouraging him with every slow thrust of his hips into Walt. Even awake he’s pliant in Brad’s arms, clenching around Brad’s cock weakly.
Time drags on like this until Walt’s cock pulses weakly over Brad’s fingers when he comes, his breath catching in his throat and his entire body going taut. He digs his nails into Brad’s wrists, moaning daddy with impossible obscenity, and Brad bites Walt’s shoulder to stifle his moans.
His orgasm has left Walt slack again, even more so than before, and Brad starts to thrust into him harder. He likes the way Walt moans tiredly and the easy give, even if this isn’t the best angle. Brad doesn’t roll Walt over again though. He just drags Walt back closer to Brad’s chest, pushing Walt’s thigh further out of the way, and rides him like this until he comes with a bitten of groan and the messy pulsing of his cock.
Brad keeps thrusting shallowly through his orgasm, and he’s in no rush to pull out even after his cock stops throbbing inside of Walt. They’re both going to be a sloppy mess later, sweat-slick and come and lube smeared over their skin, but Brad doesn’t care. He just wants to tuck his face into the back of Walt’s neck and hold him close forever.
Walt starts to squirm, and it takes Brad a moment to realize he’s trying to drag the blanket closer. Brad doesn’t offer to help, but he lets Walt twist in his arms to toss it over the both of them. Walt’s lips brush against Brad’s jaw before he settles back down, and Brad smiles fondly.
Pressing a kiss against the back of Walt’s neck, Brad mutters “go back to sleep, baby”, and he’s only a little bit surprised when Walt hums contently before closing his eyes and obeying. Brad adjusts the blanket over the top of them carefully, making sure Walt is all tucked in, before he closes his eyes as well and sighs happily against Walt’s skin.
Walt is far more than Brad will ever deserve, but Brad never wants to let him go. And for whatever reason, Walt seems to think that’s enough.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Walt Hasser
Warning(s): somnophilia (consenting), daddy!kink, slow/sweet sex, barebacking, rimming
Spoiler(s): N/A
Prompt(s): Someone at the GK Kink Meme wanted Brad likes it when his partner is tired/asleep/unconscious.
Word Count: 2,700~
Notes: The original prompt at the kink meme got a Brad/Ray fill so I feel absolutely no guilt in not crossposting there.
Summary: Walt might not understand Brad's kinks all of the time, but he doesn't mind this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Walt’s body is heavy and sleep warm, half on his stomach and curled around the blanket like it’s a long pillow. His skin is soft to the touch with the naked curve of his back on full display, and Walt doesn’t react when Brad traces his thumb under the jut of his shoulder blade.
Walt hasn’t done more than stretch like a cat and tuck his knees as close to his chest as he can get since Brad came into the room. He’s quiet like this, peaceful, and Brad almost feels bad for the fact he wants to ease Walt’s boxers down his hips and molest the hell out of him.
The desire hums just under the surface of his skin, ever present, and Brad stretches out on his side and shifts closer to Walt. It’s slow work to ease the blanket from Walt’s fingers, to work his arm around Walt’s stomach and drag him back across the mattress without waking him up. Brad pauses when Walt whines, bowing his back and clutching at his blanket, but he settles down and Brad just presses closer. He drops kisses to Walt’s shoulder and presses his forehead to the soft mop of Walt’s hair.
Still, Walt doesn’t wake up, and Brad relaxes against him and sighs contently. He rubs his fingers across the old bike scar on Walt’s ribs, slowly pressing up until he can rub his thumb in slow circles around Walt’s nipple. It’s soft and velvety and Walt tries to squirm away when Brad pinches it tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Brad kisses Walt’s shoulder again and shhs him under his breath.
Brad waits for Walt to settle down, his breathing heavy and slow once more. He pets Walt’s chest gently, teasing nipples with his thumbs and scraping his nails through the coarse hair under Walt’s belly button. Coupled with Walt’s soft sighs and the way he presses back to get closer to Brad’s chest and his warmth, more than likely, it’s more than enough to get Brad half-hard in his jeans.
Grinding his cock against Walt’s ass slowly, Brad bites the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning too loudly. He can feel the itch intensifying, the desire to ease Walt onto his stomach and just rub his dick over his warm skin until he comes pumping through Brad’s fire with every incessant drumbeat of his heart. Brad has no idea what about Walt makes him want these things, but as long as he’s gentle he knows Walt won’t mind.
Sometimes, Brad wants to be anything but gentle, but now isn’t the time for that. Now, Brad just wants to slide his hand under the elastic of Walt’s boxers and cup his dick in his palm. He’s careful not to squeeze when Walt starts to shift.
Walt’s thighs clenching together tighter before relaxing them. Walt rests more heavily against Brad, his thighs falling apart wider, and Brad takes the unintentional invitation for what it’s worth.
Walt’s cock is soft under Brad’s fingers, his shaft smooth and foreskin easing back easily. The head is silky and dry and Walt’s breath catches in his throat when Brad starts to rub his thumb over it slowly, teasing it against the slit gently. It gives Brad pause, waiting for Walt to settle back down, but he’s starting to get tense and Brad eases his hand out of Walt’s boxers slowly.
Brad pulls away from Walt and Walt keens almost immediately, eyelids flickering and fingers grasping for something warm to drag to his chest. Smiling, Brad reaches over Walt to tug the blanket closer, and Walt clutches it to his chest and rolls onto his belly in the warm spot Brad left behind. It’s not where Brad wanted Walt to go, but he can improvise.
Shifting to his knees slowly, careful not to disturb Walt further, Brad straddles the back of Walt’s thighs and watches him sleep. The blanket is wrapped around him, pinned under his chest and draped over his back, and Walt doesn’t object when Brad pushes it up his back slowly to reveal Walt’s baby blue shorts and tanned skin again. He lets the blanket stay above Walt’s hips and Brad can’t resist the urge to cop a feel.
Walt just sighs and tucks his face into the mattress.
Peeling off his shirt, Brad tosses it to the side. He undoes the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly, but it’s more to fit his hand in his shorts and stroke himself than anything else. Brad can feel his cock swelling in his hand, relief flooding his system at the warm friction of his own palm and the increasing arousal from having a sleeping Walt slumped beneath him.
There are so many things Brad wants to do with Walt when he’s like this and he has no idea where to start.
It’s easy for Brad to just settle his weight on his heels, cupping his balls tightly and scrapping his nails softly just under the head of his cock. He has no qualms about sitting here and jacking off over Walt’s back, but he could certainly have a better view if that’s the case. It’s the only reason Brad stops stroking his cock slowly tugging at the inseams of his jeans uncomfortably.
The best way to start is to get Walt naked, Brad supposes. He shifts back on the bed slowly, sliding his fingers up the backs of Walt’s thighs before curling under his hips. Brad is careful to hook his fingers in the elastic of Walt’s boxers and tugs gently. His thumbs press in and ease the drag of the elastic over Walt’s ass, and slowly, slowly, he starts to pull them off.
Walt doesn’t react as he’s being stripped beyond shifting his hips uncomfortably. He settles in easily once Brad drags the fabric over the curl of his ass, and it’s easier to tug them down Walt’s thighs and toss them aside after that. It wouldn’t be the first time Walt has woken up naked in bed with Brad, but as long as he has his blanket to keep him warm, he won’t object.
Brad climbs off the bed long enough to kick off his jeans and boxer briefs and grab lube out of the bedside table. He curls his fingers around Walt’s ankles gently, easing them apart slowly. Brad pushes one of Walt’s thighs up slowly, and Walt sighs and tucks it up closer to his stomach and the blanket. It leaves Walt bare to the world and Brad’s cock throbs and leaks at the sight of it.
Easing down onto the mattress slowly, Brad catches his weight on his elbows and rubs his dick against the sheets. The soft scratch of fabric isn’t nearly what Brad wants, but it offers enough comfort to keep him from throbbing painfully. It gives him something to do when he spreads Walt open further, pressing his thumbs in to open his hole. Brad doesn’t hesitate before leaning in and pressing a dry kiss to the puckered skin, flicking his tongue out to wet it and moaning at the back of his throat.
Walt doesn’t do more than shift his hips slightly, thighs spreading wider, and Brad takes it as a sign to continue. He licks Walt’s hole slowly, tracing the rim of muscle with his tongue, and he has to force himself to stop grinding his hips against the edge of the mattress. He’s so close to getting what he wants, sucking gently at Walt’s balls and licking a line from the back of them to Walt’s hole, it wouldn’t do any good to come before he’s finished getting him wet and sloppy.
When Walt moans in his sleep, hips pushing back and the first signs of his arousal starting to show in the slow swell of his half-hard cock, Brad stops licking. He waits for Walt to keen and settle again, hips shifting against the mattress in sleepy irritation and Brad kisses the back of his thigh in apology. Brad wants Walt to enjoy this, he just wants to finish what he started at first.
Grabbing the lube from the sheets, Brad slicks up his fingers slowly and eases two of them inside of Walt gently. He’s loose from Brad’s spit and getting fucked last night, and Brad watches his fingers disappear inside of Walt’s body. It makes Brad ache from the desire to push into Walt and claim him, but he can’t, not yet.
Brad is slow and gentle as he preps Walt, mindful of Walt’s soft breathing and careful not to wake him up. He likes it when he has Walt spread underneath him, soft and open. Brad loves that Walt trusts him enough to give Brad that kind of permission in the first place. If Brad is going to do this, he’s going to do it right.
Walt’s breath hitches slightly when Brad presses a third finger inside of him, curling and spreading them wide, and he moans quietly when Brad rubs against his prostate gently. None of the touches are enough to wake him, and Walt shifts restlessly for a second as his cock continues to swell.
Brad eases his fingers out and Walt relaxes back into his blanket and the mattress slowly. The lube is cool when Brad pools it in his palm and he hisses quietly when he curls his fingers around his cock and strokes slowly. It feels so good to have his hand on himself, jacking his own cock almost lazily as he nudges Walt’s thighs with his knees. Brad has to brace himself with a palm over Walt’s shoulder, mindful of slippage on the blankets, and he lowers his hips down to rub against Walt’s ass slowly.
It feels so good and Brad drops down to his elbow and kisses the back of Walt’s neck. He presses his hand over his cock, holding him in place as he grinds. It isn’t what he wants, isn’t nearly enough, but Brad loves the warmth and the way Walt sighs in his sleep and shifts to make room for Brad.
Even when he’s fast asleep, he’s kind of a slut for Brad’s cock. It does things to Brad and his cock leaks precum over Walt’s skin.
Slowly, Brad stops rubbing in favor of gripping his cock and rubbing it against Walt’s hole. The head catches but doesn’t push in, and Brad bites the blanket over Walt’s shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly when he finally does. He pushes in slowly, so impossibly gentle, but it doesn’t stop Walt’s breath from catching and he tightens around Brad’s cock instinctively.
Brad drops his forehead to Walt’s shoulder and curses under his breath. He gnashes the blanket with his teeth and keeps pushing in to Walt, pausing every now and then to let Walt adjusted and to whisper quiet reassurances into Walt’s skin, shhing him back to sleep. By the time Brad bottoms out, grinding his cock inside of Walt slowly, Walt’s breathing is a little more rapid but he hasn’t woken up yet. Brad doesn’t expect that to last long.
Pulling the blanket down Walt’s shoulder a few inches, Brad presses soft kisses against his skin. He pets Walt’s side and thigh gently as he tries to catch his breath, waiting for Walt to adjust before carefully sliding his hand under Walt’s belly and wrapping an arm around his middle. The angles are weird and Brad hates that the blanket is in the way, but he doesn’t want to pull out or stop.
All Brad wants to do for the rest of his existence is this.
Walt is warm and soft and accepts Brad into him easily, slowly stirring awake with every grinding thrust of Brad’s cock. The sleepy sounds he makes go straight to Brad’s cock and Brad is torn between wishing he stays loose and plaint like this forever and for Walt to wake up enough to grind back against Brad’s cock.
Walt starts to come to the longer Brad thrusts inside of him though, despite the shallowness and ease. He tucks his face into the covers and his entire body clenches and trembles when he starts to stretch. The long, drawn out groan that vibrates through Walt’s chest makes Brad’s cock throb painfully and Brad nips at Walt’s shoulder lightly.
“Shh,” Brad says, peppering Walt’s skin with soft kisses along the curve of his shoulder and into the crook of his neck. “Relax, shh.”
And Walt obeys, for the most part. He makes an inquisitive sound that’s cut off with a low moan, and he shifts against the sheets to try to get his knees underneath him. “Daddy,” Walt breathes out, clenching around Brad’s cock gently. “Oh.” Walt’s fingers curl into the sheets, the blanket, but he seems otherwise content to just lay there and let himself be fucked.
Brad watches Walt’s eyes flicker shut again and his fingers go slack in the sheets. He presses a kiss to the back of Walt’s neck and sits up. He pulls out of Walt slowly, despite Walt’s whines, and flips the blanket over Walt’s body and baring his naked skin. Then gently, he rolls Walt on his side and curls up behind him. It takes a moment to guide Walt’s limbs where he needs them, and when he presses his chest to Walt’s back and pushes back inside of him, it’s perfect.
There’s not a lot of room for Walt to wiggle and squirm, and he relaxes back against Brad when he starts to thrust slowly. There’s no rush in the way Brad does this, not when he gets to hold Walt close and just enjoy being inside of him for a few minutes. He lets his fingers drift down Walt’s stomach until he can stroke Walt’s cock in time with his lazy thrusts.
”Daddy,” Walt whispers, curling his fingers around Brad’s wrist and just holding on. “Oh, daddy.” The quiet litany doesn’t falter, Walt’s soft moans warming Brad and encouraging him with every slow thrust of his hips into Walt. Even awake he’s pliant in Brad’s arms, clenching around Brad’s cock weakly.
Time drags on like this until Walt’s cock pulses weakly over Brad’s fingers when he comes, his breath catching in his throat and his entire body going taut. He digs his nails into Brad’s wrists, moaning daddy with impossible obscenity, and Brad bites Walt’s shoulder to stifle his moans.
His orgasm has left Walt slack again, even more so than before, and Brad starts to thrust into him harder. He likes the way Walt moans tiredly and the easy give, even if this isn’t the best angle. Brad doesn’t roll Walt over again though. He just drags Walt back closer to Brad’s chest, pushing Walt’s thigh further out of the way, and rides him like this until he comes with a bitten of groan and the messy pulsing of his cock.
Brad keeps thrusting shallowly through his orgasm, and he’s in no rush to pull out even after his cock stops throbbing inside of Walt. They’re both going to be a sloppy mess later, sweat-slick and come and lube smeared over their skin, but Brad doesn’t care. He just wants to tuck his face into the back of Walt’s neck and hold him close forever.
Walt starts to squirm, and it takes Brad a moment to realize he’s trying to drag the blanket closer. Brad doesn’t offer to help, but he lets Walt twist in his arms to toss it over the both of them. Walt’s lips brush against Brad’s jaw before he settles back down, and Brad smiles fondly.
Pressing a kiss against the back of Walt’s neck, Brad mutters “go back to sleep, baby”, and he’s only a little bit surprised when Walt hums contently before closing his eyes and obeying. Brad adjusts the blanket over the top of them carefully, making sure Walt is all tucked in, before he closes his eyes as well and sighs happily against Walt’s skin.
Walt is far more than Brad will ever deserve, but Brad never wants to let him go. And for whatever reason, Walt seems to think that’s enough.