Ask for Ellis

Y’know yew got uh awful lottuh questions about mah breakfast drinks, miss.

Anyhow, Ah got loads of experience with m’KAWC, so Ah don’t choke none. Who th’heck chokes awn orange juice? An’ Ah ain’t much fer sharin’ drinks with anybody but Keith cus, c’mon man, cooties. An’ Ah don’t reckon he cares much, we don’t always check up awn eachothers’ blogs so he prolly ain’t even seen.

Watersports

Anonymous

Keith had been amicable in his agreement, in part because it seemed to have taken Ellis weeks – if not months – to gather the gumption to ask for it, his bashfulness and lowered eyes stoking the predator in Keith’s slow smirk and subsequent chuckle. He drank through a bottle of water before their shower, the urge to piss building quickly as they soaped up and kissed beneath the spray, Ellis dutiful in rinsing Keith off before sliding to his knees, the showerhead averted to avoid splattering him. There was still a trickle of suds on Ellis’s chest when Keith angled his dick to Ellis’s parted lips, dripping slowly down to his rigidly stiff dick, encircling the base with soap froth. “In yer mouth?” Keith asked curiously, watching Ellis’s eyes drift half-lidded over glossed gray, the younger mechanic keeping his splayed hands on the bottom of the tub as he inched closer to Keith.

“Awn mah face, too,” Ellis mumbled thickly, his voice an aroused rasp, “In mah hair –”

The first of the gold-tinged splatter caught Ellis across his plush lower lip, piss dribbling down his chin and subsequently in his open mouth as he tipped his head up; the heat poured across his face, running in rivets across his features and – ask requested – soaking some of his hair. The scent was strong and immediate, sharp like butter and salt and stinging like ammonia, and Ellis shuddered softly as he fisted his cock. Keith pressed the head of his flaccid dick to El’s mouth as the drizzle lessened, allowing the brunette to swallow down his piss with noisy, reverent gulps, his tongue chasing the very last pungent drop from the slit with a whimper for the loss.

“Fuck,” Ellis gasped with feeling, writhing into his fingers as he panted, still licking at Keith’s dick as piss rolled down the sides of his face from his hair, “Fuck, Christ, yeah. Fuck mah mouth.”

Intrigued by the loss of coherent sentences so quickly from his partner, Keith allowed Ellis to swallow him down again, the redhead curling his fingers in El’s curls to hold him in place as he fucked his slack lips. Ellis gulped and choked and looked absolutely wrecked for it, wrists coming up to cross behind his back to show his submission as Keith’s thickening dick hit the back of his throat and Ellis’s eyes teared where they lifted to watch him in awe.

Piss rolled down the younger Georgian’s temple, and impulsively, Keith reached down and smeared it over his fingers, tucking the digits into El’s mouth alongside his cock. Ellis whined loudly for it, shuddering as his now untouched cock spattered precum on the bottom of the tub, and sucked at the wide wedge of his mouthful with nothing but red-faced eagerness and worship.

Ellis tossed back shot after shot, letting the slowly churning mealworm rest on his outstretched tongue to get a screech or two from one of the girls or a laugh from their boyfriends at the bar, before slurping it down – giving it a quick crunch before swallowing – with an exaggerated burp in its wake. The bar only served such drinks on Saturday night as a promotional act in addition to playing hard rock, and Ellis had been hitting it up every couple of weekends since he turned twenty-one and his buddies had practically hauled him by his ears.

Not so subtly, Keith gathered Ellis from his stool to perch in his lap instead, and Ellis switched to tequila sans worm to quit attracting eyes, his subsequent grin darkly private.

“’Member,” Ellis sniggered into Keith’s ear some time later, his laughter edging on too loud as Keith wrapped an arm around him to keep him from slipping. “’Member – tequila is our drank. Drink.”

Keith’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Is it?”

“Yeah cus we drank it awn our firs’ date,” Ellis slurred loudly in announcement to the bar, gulping down another drink and raising the glass. “Nine months tooooo-day!”

Keith shushed him with a kiss, and Ellis continued to drink until thoroughly wasted before Keith moved to bring him home.

It had been weeks since he’d gotten completely hammered, and as Keith tucked one of El’s lightly-fuzzed arms over his shoulder, Ellis realized he had a tequila boner. His dick was held uncomfortably by the tight crotch of his jeans, exposed flesh rubbing against the inside of denim made soft by longtime wear. “Babe,” he slurred, eyes over-wide and his lips wet as they parted, “Babe. M’hard.”

“I can feel thah.” Keith let Ellis rest against the bike long enough to fish the keys from his riding jacket’s inner pocket, withdrawing them with a cheerful jangle that echoed in the otherwise still parking lot. Ellis snorted and choked on his giggles, attempting to paw the keys away from his boyfriend.

“Naw, man, le’ss’go back an’ use th’bathroom,” Ellis insisted breathlessly, pushing his hands into Keith’s jacket to knead his stomach when the redhead successfully held the keys from his reach. “Wannuh suck yew, wannuh… nnn, Ah wannuh be inside yuh…”

“Let’s git home firs’, shortcake,” murmured the older Georgian, nuzzling his nose into El’s with a grin of amusement. “C’mon –” But before he could step over the bike, Ellis had grabbed his free hand and drawn it down to his crotch, forcing the redhead to feel how stiff he was inside his pants.

“Need it now,” Ellis growled, biting Keith’s lower lip and tugging.

It wasn’t the first time they’d messed around in a public restroom anyhow; and definitely not the first time with tequila-flavored kisses, either.

Keith’s fingers tangled in El’s hair, forcing his head back to arch his unblemished neck for Keith’s smirking mouth to explore at leisure; nibbling just over the brunette’sadamsapple, Keith let his tongue steal away the sting. Ellis groaned but pushed a hand over the curve of Keith’s backside regardless of the pleasure, kneading the taut flesh there with a chest-rumbled growl.

“S’that’s how this is gonnuh go,” crooned the redhead with a wolfish grin, all teeth and promise of blowing his lover’s house down.

They fell back on the mattress, wrinkling the sheet beneath them as they grappled for the top; Ellis tucked a leg between Keith’s thighs, rubbing naked flesh carefully against the guitarist’s swelling erection. “Gonnuh fuck yew, yeah,” he purred out, dimpled chin arched as Keith bit at his neck again, Ellis dragging his nails down Keith’s back to track light red lines across his skin. They rolled, limbs shifting for purchase as Keith grunted, Ellis on top long enough to fit their hips together for a quick roll of their cocks together before Keith bucked him off and went for his throat again. Ellis wriggled away.

“Give it up, shortcake,” Keith growled, but his voice stumbled as Ellis sucked a nipple between his teeth and bit gently. Their hands roved everywhere, seeking weaknesses – from ticklish spots to triggers of whimpers and moans – and briefly clasping together as the rush of heat between them warmed to something momentarily tender. “Ellis…” Then they were back to wrestling, pillows shoved off the mattress as Ellis’s mouth fixed to Keith’s shoulder and Keith’s hand wrapped around them both, pumping their cocks to produce a mutual groan.

They came against each other at different times, neither forfeiting but both winning in the end.

Keith and Ellis were as different as two people could conceivably be when it came to certain things; on others, they were in perfect sync. That is how they came to fashion a water bed out of a new, vibrantly green tarp and a plethora of duct tape in Keith’s back yard. The sun had set, leaving behind kisses of rose clouds that lingered like the last smolder of a banked fire; the rest of the sky was consumed with stars on a backdrop of navy blue. The pair perched on their – only slightly leaky – invention, eating their way through ribs Keith had grilled while Riggs lolled in the grass with a rubber toy that squeaked incessantly with his gnawing.

“This is nice,” Ellis announced as he set his plate on the grass and sprawled back on the gushy tarp, tucking his muscled arms beneath his head as he viewed the stars from beneath the brim of his hat. “Real’ nice.”

Keith gave their handiwork a fond pat, fingers splayed over the canvas. “We did uh good job, darlin’; we do good work,” he agreed with a quick, boyish grin. And they’d had success with tarps in the past, as well – using one to craft an iceskating rink in Keith’s back yard the previous December. Though the result had been more of a chilly slushpit.

Keith’s plate was set aside as well, a stern word at Riggs keeping the mutt at bay as Keith settled on his ribs beside Ellis, an elbow keeping his head lifted enough to see over the top of El’s cap. Ellis turned to smile but was caught in a kiss instead, the smoked, saucy taste of ribs and the fruity fizz of beer thick on their tongues as they took breath from each other. Ellis’s hand pushed between them as he moved onto his side, his hat shoved askew on his lengthening curls as he groaned into the kiss; the front of Keith’s jeans opened with minimal fumbling, and Ellis massaged the thickening bulge of his boyfriend’s cock through his boxers.

Sex on an ramshackle waterbed was an interesting experience; for every thrust of their hips together – erections hot and wet as they glided together between the shift of the survivors’ bodies – the water roiled beneath them, lapping softly on the inside of the tarp. The constant roll of water moved them together, Ellis’s hand – planted firmly beside Keith’s head as he fucked down against him – occasionally slipping as the water pressure beneath dipped and rose.

Ellis came first, cum shooting in a sticky spurt between their stomachs, his groan hiccupping into a low whine into Keith’s mouth. Immediately he shuffled down, all too aware of his lower body nudity as he crouched between Keith’s thighs to lick up his mess and swallow his boyfriend down with a noise that was just reminiscent enough of his rib eating that they both laughed and Ellis bashfully hid beneath the skewed bill of his cap.

Keith and Ellis were two very different people; but they were just alike enough to find mutual pleasure in snuggling up together on their ghetto water bed for a lazy, half-dressed nap beneath the stars… Which was how the water-slicked tape came to lose its grip and the entire thing whooshed water across the yard, waking Riggs in the grass and sending him barking in alarm to wake the neighbors.

Keith’s fingers sunk into the thick fluff of Ellis’s now-lengthy curls, getting a better hold at the nape of his boyfriend’s neck. Ellis panted a groan, muscled shoulders giving a subtle shudder as he obediently stretched up for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that was all tongue and growled heat. With Keith’s legs wrapped firmly around his waist, Ellis could do little more than thrust harder, grinding their hips together in tight, seesawing circles, pressing his dick achingly deep to stroke along tender inner flesh already bruising with the force of their fuck.

“Harder,” the redhead instructed, spanking-flushed ass arching up from the bed as he urged Ellis closer still. His free hand delved between them to jerk himself off, fingers still glistening with lube left from prepping himself for Ellis’s slack-jawed view. “El,” he huffed out throatily, gripping his boyfriend’s hair tighter, “Harder.”

Obediently, Ellis firmed his scarred knees against the mattress, moving his hands from beside Keith’s shoulders to instead heft beneath the older male’s thighs, grunting with the effort. Hauling Keith’s lower body higher for a better angle, Ellis fucked into him fast and hard, the flesh-to-flesh smack of their coupling obscenely loud in the otherwise silence. Keith was running him ragged – Ellis’s hands still stinging from the vigorous spanking the blue-eyed male had near-demanded with eager eyes and arched lower body – and Ellis could only pant and stumble in his attempt to keep up.

And it was goddamn amazing.

“Nnn – harder, Ellis!”

“Okay,” blurted the younger mechanic breathlessly, fingers curling into the redhead’s thighs for a stronger grip. Keith’s skin was red-splotched and hot to the touch, and as Ellis’s fingers kneaded freshly forming bruises, the guitarist trembled, fitful in his writhing. “Do yew –”

“Like that,” Keith confirmed in a low growl, heels pressing hard into the small of Ellis’s back, barely slipping in the sheen of sweat accumulated there. He tipped his face down, nuzzling into the sweaty line of El’s neck, lips parting to gather sun-kissed flesh between his teeth in a hard, marking bite. “Mine. Harder.”

Ellis whimpered and the headboard began railing the wall as he obeyed.

*Swallows and tucks a finger into the collar of his t-shirt, drawing the fabric out to give himself the illusion of airy freedom* Y’all git real’ personal, don’tchuh?

Ah reckon it’s good tuh have sum uh both, right? Cus Ah can be awn bottom an’ still ask fer wut Ah want, ‘er Keith can be shakin’ underneath me an’ still callin’ awl th’shots.

Ah don’t figure Ah do much relaxin’ when we’re messin’ around even when Keith’s takin’ care uh me. There’s been uh time ’er two where Keith charmed me intuh bein’ good an’ lettin’ him love awn me, but Ah got real’ loud after awhile anyhow. Ah git tuh askin’ fer shit ‘er dirty-talkin’ ‘er squirmin’ around, yuh gottuh tie me up tuh keep me still even fer uh lil bit ’less Ah ain’t feelin’ good. Se.. *swallows* makin’ love ain’t summin Ah ever done quiet-like an’ Ah don’t reckon Ah’ll ever jus’ zone out an’ lay there. *Blushes up to his ears*

Ellis had cooked so much bacon in the eight months he’d been with Keith he had completely perfected the art of not only cooking it but selecting the best packages at the grocery store; he’d even considered going to a butcher, but with their finances now shared through a mutual account, the mechanic was pretty sure Keith would balk at the higher pricing. So he stuck with Sam’s Club’s best and spent his time experimenting with spices and sidedishes that might appeal to his redhead’s palate.

*Swallows loudly* Uh, he don’t usually… like, leave th’room ‘er nuthin’ like thah, an’ he ain’t never really asked me tuh beg out-right. *Bashfully clears his throat, rubbing the side of his neck thoughtfully* Keith ain’t th’kinduh guy tuh ask fer stuff like that… he really likes it when Ah do, so maybe he jus’ dun like makin’ requests.

*Chews at the inside of his cheek, exhaling with a slight whistle as he considers* Ah have, uh, dreams kinduh like that sumtimes. We did do summin kinduh like that, th’one time, cus Ah.. told ‘im about it.

[Dearest non-registered follower; I apologize that this isn’t particularly ‘hardcore’, as I’m certain you were referring to something a little rougher and dominating — El and Keith aren’t always flexible enough for me to push them into heavily kinky scenarios and I struggled with this for awhile. Hit me up on my personal if you wanted something more specific, and I can try again in different context (such as an au?) ~ Para]

“Hold up, Coach,” Ellis grunted, grabbing the older man’s arm and drawing him back a step; heat rushed over them in a putrid burst, the wet splatter of a Boomer bursting from a single-handed magnum shot splashing down just a few feet in front of them. Fleshy chunks and strings of gore were strewn across the sidewalk, the bloated remains toppled back where the zombie had uttered its last burp. “Hey!” Ellis said excitedly, stepping around him, “His top didn’t totally blow – take uh look!”

“Have I told you today you’re fucking disgusting?” Nick wasped, dispensing of the last infected on the street with his crowbar. He shook out his sleeves, tugging them back down over his wrists neatly despite the blood splattering his hands.

“Lookie, lookie,” Ellis purred to himself as he dropped into a crouch beside his kill, smoothing two fingers in the still-hot air just above the body.

“Because you’re fucking disgusting.”

As always, the Boomer’s legs and lower body had remained, but in this case half of its torso had as well, the stomach’s eruption turning its upperbody into a gorey cave of bile-singed innards still gurgling. “Yuh can see sum uh th’ribcage still, blown out over there,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over his lips thoughtfully before pointing towards the top of the chest, “They held strong up here. An’ that there’s th’heart.”

“Okay, I’m gonna be sick,” Rochelle moaned, turning away.

Nick followed her, green-faced. “Yeah, I’m pretty done with heehaw’s little Biology lesson too.”

“Boy, git away from that nasty shit,” Coach barked, cuffing Ellis on the back of his head hard enough to dislodge his hat, “Th’hell’s uh mattuh with yew?”

Ellis frowned, grasping his cap as he stood to fix it back over his curls. “Anybody else hungry fer sum ribs?” he questioned lightly, and grinned when Nick tossed him the finger from where she was slumped against a concrete barrier.

“Let’s jus’ git th’hell outtuh Savannah,” Coach rumbled, shoving Ellis in the shoulder to get him moving, “Without playin’ no more CSI with th’zombies, awlright, Ellis?”

“S’uh cockring,” Ellis explained, holding the knobby bit of rubbery toy aloft with two fingers, its pale blue circle grooved and elastic – as Ellis spoke, he drew it further open, holding the ring twice as wide though it caused his fingers to curl with the strain. “Goes ‘round th’base uh mah dick, s’pose’tuh keep me from comin’ s’quick.”

The words left his lips with relative ease but his eyes had dipped low, a humiliated flush springing up across his cheeks at the reference to his own prematurity issues. He released the ring and placed it on Keith’s dining room table, dropping his hands into his lap and resolutely avoiding his gaze.

“Figgured we cud give it uh try with me awn bottom an’ see if it does me any good ‘fore we try it with me awn top,” clarified the brunette softly, rubbing the back of his neck and the trickle of curls there.

Keith picked the toy up, regarding it with a slightly raised brow. “Ya know that don’t bother me, shortcake,” he murmured, sensing a wolfish grin of pride at triggering Ellis with such ease wasn’t the best reaction. Instead, ever patient, he set the ring down and tapped the rounded tip of El’s nose and muttered, “But we can try it.”

Ellis offered a soft, grateful sort of smile. “Thanks, babe.”

Ellis stared at the transparent bottle for a long time, mind drifting between wondering how in the hell Scythe had located the commodity to how in the hell he was supposed to feel about actually using it, its vaguely greasy glide on his fingers smelling quite like the breakfast he’d made that morning, thick and a little spiced. Keith was watching him, dark blue eyes hooded with interest though there was a noticeable twitch of amusement on his scarred mouth, and Ellis offered up a slow grin in response as he parted his own thighs and tucked his hand between them. “Said Ah wus game,” he admitted as if to himself, and before Keith could question him in confirmation, the shorter mechanic groaned, pushing himself open on two fingers with a chuckled murmur of, “C’mere an’ flip me a’fore Ah burn.”

Ellis’s fingers curled over the top of the headboard, gripping so fiercely his knuckles had flushed white with the strain; the posts thumped the wall with steadily louder thumps, dislodging a whisper of dust from Keith’s ceiling and earning an irritated yip from Riggs napping in the living room. His arms were stretched taut, muscles clenching smoothly beneath tan, scar-traced skin, shoulders hunched as he leaned low enough to watch the very last midnight edge of Keith’s irises disappear against the wide swell of his glossy pupils. The brunette was looming over his redhead, strong thighs holding fast to Keith’s hips as he worked himself quickly on the older male’s cock, mutually enjoying the effects of a very good fuck as a chivalrous good morning to his partner. Riding was a favorite position, and with Keith still half lost to sleep and Ellis ducking low to steal wet, uncoordinated kisses that robbed his boyfriend of what little breath he’d caught, it was slanting dangerously close to overwhelming.

“Gonnuh come fer me, baby?” Ellis crooned, licking his lips as he sat back up, head tilting back with a soft groan for the stretching push of Keith’s full length spreading him open. He used his hold on the headboard to help get himself angled again, rolling his hips in quick, aggressive snaps, the wet smack of skin on skin still glistened with lube and sweat sounding in company with the headboard’s continued thwacks. “Gonnuh make uh pretty mess uh me?”

“Ellis,” Keith groaned, palms attempting to catch Ellis’s hips long enough to adjust the pace – faster or slower, it was impossible to tell with the redhead’s fitful writhing and fullbody flush. He was likely to fall right back asleep as soon as their coupling tumbled to an end, sunlight ignored in favor of a sweaty tangle of a cuddle and a completely blanked and blissful mind. “Ellis…” His fingers trembled as they ducked away from El’s hip, seeking the bassist’s blood-flushed cock instead, its length occasionally brushing hot and velvet over Keith’s clenched stomach as they fucked.

“No,” Ellis said quickly, his voice raw and reedy but strong regardless. His eyes were half-lidded and burning, gray skies smoldering like the promise of rain relief over the violent crackle of a forestfire, as he added in a low growl, “Touch yerself.”

There was a moment of protest – Keith adored his shortcake and reveled in every opportunity to drive him wild – before the redhead groaned and closed his eyes against a renewed wash of red across his face as he smoothed his palms over his chest. He jolted at the first brush of his own thumb over a nipple, squirming and trying to thrust up into his boyfriend at his own pace, but Ellis rode down hard and pinned him against the mattress with his full weight to prevent more than shallow fucks. “Shit,” grunted the redhead, swallowing with a bob of his adams apple as he rolled the rigid flesh of his nipples between thumb and index fingers, steadily more breathless as he caressed himself beneath Ellis’s blanket-heavy gaze.

“Harder,” Ellis graveled, taking Keith deeper with another quick series of bounces on his lap, the headboard echoing the sentiment. Keith whined his name and gripped, arching up from the bed as heat washed over him in darker, more desperate waves, his dick achingly stiff as Ellis clenched around him in reward. “Goddamn, yer s’pretty, gittin’ yerself off… c’mon, baby, harder… scream for me…” He lowered a hand from the headboard to his own cock, fingers damp with sweat stroking easily over his erection as he watched Keith’s bashful ministrations. “Gorgeous slut, gonnuh fill me up an’ holler m’name while yuh do it, ain’tchuh?”

“Sh – shit, Ellis,” Keith hissed out through clenched teeth, head tilting back against the dimpled pillow as he trembled. His fingers shook as they plucked, gasps and moans melting together in a constant, breathless mantra of his lover’s name, his nipples tight with the abuse and more rigid still when Ellis leaned low enough to lick hot and wet over Keith’s fingers. “Christ,” Keith gasped, eyes flying wide open, “Ellis – darlin’ –”

“Come,” Ellis breathed against his chest, low and rough and needy as he fucked himself down on Keith’s dick. He spilled into his hand as Keith shouted wordlessly and did exactly as he was told, fingers still tweaking himself until Ellis pushed his hand aside and closed his mouth around a nipple to suck the salt of his swear clear of his skin, wringing another helpless groan from his boyfriend as morning burst with warmth through the slates of the window’s blinds.

(LOL anon you a dick.)

“Dun’chu dare,” Keith said in a low growl, an edge of bared teeth in the soured twist of his lips as he regarded the shorter hick beaming before him. Ellis brandished the clean-cut cube of ice with a flourish, letting it glide between his fingers like some sort of card trick before holding it aloft between his index and middle fingers. “Shortcake,” the redhead added in warning, taking a step back out of the kitchen, “Knock it off.”

The advantage of being in his own home did not save the older survivor. Instead, it damned him, because no sooner than had he escaped the dining room than did the thick shag of his living room carpet jump up to kiss his face as his boyfriend’s full weight sent him toppling down across it. “Damnit, Ellis!” he snarled, trying to throw the bassist off; Ellis let him roll over only so he could straddle the taller male’s hips and bracket them with his thighs, gripping tight when Keith tried to fight him off again.

Keith had won his fair share of scrapes, but Ellis was built with more bulk, and seemed to thrive on scrabbles that took place after a tackle. He bore down on his cursing lover, shoving Keith’s shirt up and smoothing the ice over his chest with half-lidded eyes in contrast to his manic grin.

Keith yowled and arched, following the noise up with a growl, pain jolting his hardened nipples and crackling down his spine like a lit fuse. The ice had already melted a bit from the warmth of Ellis’s work-roughened fingers, and it left a glistening trail of chilled water across his heaving chest. Keith’s face flushed, agony twisting his features as he breathed.

“S’gorgeous,” Ellis purred, leaning over to kiss at the splotched flush adorning his lover’s chest. The velvet warmth of his lips took away some of the frigid burn, and Keith forfeited by laying still and panting angrily beneath him as Ellis licked his way over to a nipple. When his tongue lolled across it, slurping up the water left behind and warming the stung skin with his mouth, Keith moaned and dug his fingers into the thick carpet. “Mine,” Ellis added, and slid the momentarily forgotten cube back over Keith’s other nipple while he pressed his mouth back over the left, chuckling when his boyfriend shouted his name.

June 15; Smile Power Day

(Yeah I’m not making this hippy shit up, guys.)

“Holiday Insights”

Smile Power Day is today. Feel the power. Give everyone you see a big, friendly, “I like you” smile. You never know, you’re warm smile just might turn someone’s day right around…for the good!

Ellis had been doing it all day. Beaming at absolutely everyone, from the irate, fist-shaking first customer of the day at the garage who insisted they were trying to bamboozle him by exaggerating the problem, to the pint-sized, badge-littered sash-wearing Girl Scout who’d come to Keith’s front door just after dinner with an order sheet Ellis had taken with cheerful flourish and a promise to have it filled out by tomorrow. When Keith took him out for icecream at dusk Ellis smiled so profusely at the counter girl she seemed both uncomfortable and intrigued; Keith snorted loudly and led his little lover to one of the outside tables to keep him out of trouble, where he proceeded to smile and nod to every passersby while slurping down his milkshake until his eyes crossed.

Keith liked it most when the brunette was smiling at him, but it was such a large part of who Ellis was to befriend everyone and (now that he wasn’t skittish of them) their dog. Something as ridiculous as Smile Power Day didn’t exactly put him outside of his normal realms of behavior – added a creepy persistency to it, maybe, but overall it was just Ellis being Ellis. So as many times as Keith felt a bristle of irritation or exasperation, he just shrugged it off and nuzzled a kiss to Ellis’s temple, the warm curl of the younger survivor’s hair beneath his scarred lips.

That was, until, about an hour after they’d gotten home and Keith’s knees were hefted up over Ellis’s shoulders so the bassist could fuck him into the mattress’s protest-whining springs. The smirk that adorned El’s plush lips bared just a hint of teeth, and held more promise than smile, but it was a look that Keith had never seen Ellis produce until after Keith’s truth-anon’d forced confession of preferring bottoming now that he’d become accustomed to it. It was a little arrogance, a little aggression, a lot of possession, but mostly it was gorgeous and masculine and framed with half-lidded gray eyes that unzipped Keith’s resolve and spilled it out through endless groans and mewls the redhead couldn’t – wouldn’t – keep quiet.

The entire expression, smile though it was not, pinned Keith more effectively than the cuffs on his wrists, hushed his breath more entirely than the collar cinched tight around his throat, and owned him more completely than anything he’d ever given himself to in his life.

It wasn’t a smile, but its raw assurances held far more power than any chipper grin at a stranger would ever have – I love you and I’ll do every goddamn thing I can to keep you mine.

“Yers,” Keith moaned, head tilting back as Ellis hid the smirk by pressing kisses just beneath the leather collar’s grip, “Ellis –…”