Breathing Room [CALLAKREI; NSFW]
In his defense, he had only expected Robert to do his little giggle again, maybe be 'honest' enough to reveal few things that could be used against him; he hadn't quite expected his own filter to be knocked aside in the process, and then him to feel the high, and then those taunting words to slip right out of his mouth.
Krei had not in the slightest expected this to end up with him pinned on his back, Callaghan's weight not quite smothering him, and damn him if he can barely tell whose hand is reaching between them and fuck, fuck, fuck!
It's- far tighter than he'd like, but then all of this is rougher than he'd like, and he's no stranger to any sort of thing like this but it has been some time and he's never- quite- had anything quite like this, not with a hand that seems as focused on hurting him as it does stroking them both, not with a mouth on his neck that's alternating between biting and sucking at it and he's going to be a mess when this is all over but he's hardly passive, here. He may be making enough noise for the both of them (not that Callaghan is silent), but with his hands free he feels like he's pulling hair hard enough for it to pull out, to say nothing of how tightly he's holding on period
The worst part is that he can still Robert's voice from before, nitrous has a short period of effect unless constantly applied, you moron-
He's relatively certain that it's worn off by now. The other man's certainly aware enough to have moved his mouth upwards, nipping briefly at those stupid scars at Krei's face with a low growl that should make him repulsed but is somehow only turning him on even more.
And yet neither of them are taking any steps to pull away, or even slow down, and Alistair has a moment of fuck this/it/me before turning his mouth so he can bite back with the next grind of his hips.