face to face with someone new
ficathon: kinkster's paradise I kink bingo 2/25 - car sex
fandom: alphaverse I prose: antiheroes
characters: alpha x koa
tw: sexual content I prompt
this is not really canon, but it contains spoilers for a side character of the story that's not going to be introduced until the next chapter, so read with care if you don't want to be spoiled.
you're the same kind of bad as me
'no good' you say?
well, that's good enough for me
they make it to the second street light before alpha demands him to pull over.
koa doesn't so much as blink before he does, turning the wheel beneath his delicate hands without a second question, and it's one of the things about him that alpha really appreciates, how much of a rebel he can be, but when it matters, he's so damn obedient. and alpha loves a good fight, but he loves wrecking people almost as much, and something about the way koa moans gets under his skin, craving for more. alpha never expected him to be like this - not with his trickster-self and his charm and how easy it is for him to bring people to their knees, but that doesn't work for alpha, because nobody brings him to his knees, except for a blowjob, and that isn't enough for koa. they find themselves in the middle of an other arrangement soon afterwards.
they find a parking lot and it's empty, even if it's not like either of them would care about being seen, because they love that, koa more than him, because people like koa live in the spotlight just like alpha finds a home in the shadows. koa turns the engine off and blinks at him, eyes dark, his cheekbones framing his face into something like a work of art that alpha can't appreciate. his shirt is a little to short and there's an inch of skin showing above the waistband of his jeans, and it's koa, so he's perfectly aware of it.
do you want to fuck me? he asks, batting his lashes in the dim light.
alpha reaches out instead, locks his fingers around his jaw. if you ask nicely. he adores the way koa shivers beneath the touch of his scarred hands, how he's someone entirely different when he's with alpha and how he's even more different once alpha touches him. please, koa says, and it's a neutral statement, but it sounds so much like a beg.
you can't tell me you're like this with all of the people you fuck, alpha tells him, at some point, in the dark, where he can't see koas face. i could tell you the same, he replies, and alpha shuts up, because they both have a point. they are both different for each other, but it doesn't matter. i'm just using you, he admits, sprawled out next to alpha. alpha yawns. of course you do. he doesn't ask how koa is using him, because he knows, that there's hardly a person he wants to sleep with, so instead he finds alpha, who's willing to give him a hand because alpha doesn't ask twice and knows what he's doing and there's nothing else about it.
koas shoulderblades are pressed against the window, his hair a mess and he moans alphas name like it's the only thing that matters. it doesn't fill alpha with the same satisfaction as axis doing it, but it works, dragging his nails across koas smooth skin, koas hands tangled up in the fabric of alphas shirt, it's fucking uncomfortable because cars aren't made for this, but alpha can't rid of the smirk on his face while he fucks koa against the window of the drivers seat, a mess of limps and raw breaths. he comes with a shudder, eyes closed, lets his head drop against the window, catching his breath, and alpha lets him.
sometimes i wish i was axis, koa says, later. they are still in the parking lot, koa making a half-hearted effort to clean up the mess they made, alpha doesn't move at all. he stares out of the window into the darkness, interlocking his fingers absently, licks his lips to taste koa, even if he could just lean over to kiss him again. eventually he does, if only to shut him up, his tongue in koas mouth and the other way around, the surprised noise koa makes from the bottom of his throat. he closes his eyes when they kiss. alpha never does. don't say shit, alpha says after he lets go, and koa looks almost hurt. he's too much koa not to shrug it off. i just sometimes which i could be the one seeing the look on your face when he fucks you.
alpha gets out of the car without a word. koa follows him halfway through the parking lot.
it's not how they work, and they both know it.
i'd be too much for you too handle, alpha says.
koa doesn't disagree.