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salmon_pinkTitle: Impossibilities
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Helmeppo/Coby
Rating: NC-17
Words: 484
Timeline: Post-Enies Lobby
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100_men, prompt "cowardice".
Coby’s back is slick with sweat, skin sticking damply to the sheets. His chest is tight, eyes screwed shut, bottom lip bitten ragged, and Helmeppo’s hands feel like brands against his hips.
“I can’t, I can’t,” he moans, voice low and wrecked. “It’s impossible, impossible!”
Shaking his head against the pillows, pink hair everywhere, the words familiar on his tongue.
“Impossible, impossible, impossible!”
Hates how easily it takes him back, to being barely more than a child on Alvida’s ship, stunted and weak and miserable. Hates how he can still slip into that mindset, even now. Hates that he could be that way for this, and the shame only makes him shake his head harder.
“Impossible!”
“Coby,” Helmeppo interrupts quietly, and Coby wants to look at him, wants to see his face, but he can’t make himself open his eyes. Pressing his lips together in a thin line to hold back the tide of his surrender, but he’s still shaking his head, like he’s forgotten how to stop.
Right up until Helmeppo’s fingers trail feather-light up the length of his cock, and Coby splutters, eyes flying as open as his mouth, red-faced and blustering.
Helmeppo’s smirking down at him, affectionate but also breathless and impatient, expression full of lust, and Coby squirms a little under his gaze. “It’s not impossible,” he reminds Coby gently, curtain of blond hair swaying as he reaches up to press his thumb against Coby’s lower lip before he can start fitfully chewing at it again. “We’ve been careful, taken it slow, opened you up.”
Coby gives an embarrassed groan and covers his face with his hands.
Helmeppo laughs softly, easing Coby’s hands away with a light grip on his wrist. “But there’s no rush, we don’t have to do this right now, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Coby mumbles, yet he smiles back sheepishly, strokes his way up Helmeppo’s arm. “But I want to.”
“Then are you going to let me at least try?” Helmeppo urges, and Coby wants to dissolve into another litany of denial, but he wants to feel Helmeppo even more. Wants to feel Helmeppo inside, and he makes himself nod, knows it’s the right answer when something hot and irresistible flares in Helmeppo’s eyes.
Hands brace against the mattress either side of his head, and Coby has to remind himself to breathe.
Blunt pressure against his hole, so much thicker than Helmeppo’s fingers, so much hotter, and Coby wraps his fingers around Helmeppo’s wrists, tight as he can. Soft little whimper forced out of his mouth as the pressure builds, as it opens him, and Coby’s gasping like he’s drowning, stretched wide. And then the head of Helmeppo’s cock is breaching him, pushing past the resistance, and Coby’s whining, back arching.
Feeling the drag over sensitive, hidden flesh as Helmeppo pushes further within, and the only impossibility is just how good it truly is.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Helmeppo/Coby
Rating: NC-17
Words: 484
Timeline: Post-Enies Lobby
Notes: For
100_men, prompt "cowardice".Coby’s back is slick with sweat, skin sticking damply to the sheets. His chest is tight, eyes screwed shut, bottom lip bitten ragged, and Helmeppo’s hands feel like brands against his hips.
“I can’t, I can’t,” he moans, voice low and wrecked. “It’s impossible, impossible!”
Shaking his head against the pillows, pink hair everywhere, the words familiar on his tongue.
“Impossible, impossible, impossible!”
Hates how easily it takes him back, to being barely more than a child on Alvida’s ship, stunted and weak and miserable. Hates how he can still slip into that mindset, even now. Hates that he could be that way for this, and the shame only makes him shake his head harder.
“Impossible!”
“Coby,” Helmeppo interrupts quietly, and Coby wants to look at him, wants to see his face, but he can’t make himself open his eyes. Pressing his lips together in a thin line to hold back the tide of his surrender, but he’s still shaking his head, like he’s forgotten how to stop.
Right up until Helmeppo’s fingers trail feather-light up the length of his cock, and Coby splutters, eyes flying as open as his mouth, red-faced and blustering.
Helmeppo’s smirking down at him, affectionate but also breathless and impatient, expression full of lust, and Coby squirms a little under his gaze. “It’s not impossible,” he reminds Coby gently, curtain of blond hair swaying as he reaches up to press his thumb against Coby’s lower lip before he can start fitfully chewing at it again. “We’ve been careful, taken it slow, opened you up.”
Coby gives an embarrassed groan and covers his face with his hands.
Helmeppo laughs softly, easing Coby’s hands away with a light grip on his wrist. “But there’s no rush, we don’t have to do this right now, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Coby mumbles, yet he smiles back sheepishly, strokes his way up Helmeppo’s arm. “But I want to.”
“Then are you going to let me at least try?” Helmeppo urges, and Coby wants to dissolve into another litany of denial, but he wants to feel Helmeppo even more. Wants to feel Helmeppo inside, and he makes himself nod, knows it’s the right answer when something hot and irresistible flares in Helmeppo’s eyes.
Hands brace against the mattress either side of his head, and Coby has to remind himself to breathe.
Blunt pressure against his hole, so much thicker than Helmeppo’s fingers, so much hotter, and Coby wraps his fingers around Helmeppo’s wrists, tight as he can. Soft little whimper forced out of his mouth as the pressure builds, as it opens him, and Coby’s gasping like he’s drowning, stretched wide. And then the head of Helmeppo’s cock is breaching him, pushing past the resistance, and Coby’s whining, back arching.
Feeling the drag over sensitive, hidden flesh as Helmeppo pushes further within, and the only impossibility is just how good it truly is.
