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"Lock—lock your wheels—""What are you on about?""Just trust me! I've got an idea—""Right, that involves me stationary—"Oscar laughed, bright and happy, and took Zolf's face between his hands. "I can almost guarantee that you will like it. Or at least get to laugh.""There already," Zolf said, wearing a grin that looked a little uncertain on him. Oscar had to kiss him once more just for that, but they eventually had to part so Oscar could shrug off his blouse and help Zolf with his sweater."Not entirely sure—" Zolf grunted as he wriggled in his wheelchair to get his trousers off, "—how we're going to do this while I'm in my chair.""Would you rather we not?" Oscar asked honestly, earnestly, pulling his hair over his shoulder after it became tousled in his race to get out of his under garments."No I just—well, get on with it then." Zolf huffed.He was red and bashful and entirely at Oscar's mercy. It was an absolute treat. Zolf sat in his chair, his hands instinctively on the rims like he was waiting for orders to move again. Any and all shyness went away with age, Oscar mused, their romance a fine wine that blossomed in Zolf's face with ruddy red anointing a smile. His blush didn't quite go to his chest, where it would have been hidden behind curly chest hair anyways. The swell of his stomach was inviting and soft and spilled out on top of his thighs in his seated position and oh, Oscar wanted to eat him up."I'll need you a bit closer to the bed, I think," Oscar said, sitting on their soft bedding and throwing his legs over in an artful kick before settling into a pose at the end of the bed where Zolf was parked."Closer?" Zolf asked, looking at the two feet between him and the bed of the bed."Close as you can get, would be preferable," smiled Oscar. He reclined back onto his elbows and smiled as Zolf's eyes travelled roved over his torso as he stretched out.Zolf leaned over for a moment to lift the brake before rolling until his wheels thudded against the bedframe. "I think I see where this is going.""Observant." Oscar grinned as he rolled onto his knees and crawled forward to be face to face with Zolf. He raked Zolf's forelock out of his face. "It's why I married you.""That it?" Zolf snorted."Truly." Oscar sighed as he leaned down to kiss him. "That and your curry.""Think it might be because I saved your arse, what was it, three times?" Zolf's hands cupped Oscar's flank, cold and steady, before rubbing up to his ribs and down again. Oscar paused in consideration and Zolf's hands wandered back to his aforementioned arse."Could be." Oscar eventually relented if only to spend more of his time kissing his husband. Zolf had never really mastered the art of making out, but lovey dovey pecks christened with happy noises were more than enough for Oscar, especially when he slipped his fingers underneath Zolf's beard to scratch under his chin for the rewarding but hard earned purrs. "Also the sounds you make.""Hmph," grunted Zolf, and Oscar laughed into his mouth. "Those ones too."Being close to Zolf was a pleasure within itself. Oscar loved the low vibrations of his purring and the softness to his body hair and the plush give of his body. Desire and attraction were all things that Oscar had felt one million times over, but the tether between Oscar and Zolf felt like a string around his heart that was only satisfied when they were curled around each other. Oscar pressed his mouth to the hollow of Zolf's cheek, and then his ear, and smiled as Zolf squirmed underneath him and the coil in Oscar's stomach pulsed in return."Your list is getting longer." Zolf used his hands on Oscar's arse to haul him closer until Oscar all but fell over him, having to steady himself with one hand on the armrest of Zolf's chair and the other on the curve of his stomach."You've seen through my rouse," Oscar said, giving his aching prick a squeeze before getting both of his hands onto Zolf. "Whatever will I do?""You're milking it now," Zolf warned him, leaning back to smile."Mm." Oscar tapped the inside of Zolf's thigh. "Spread your legs.""Bit restricted here," Zolf complained, but he shuffled forward in his chair and spread his legs the best he could. The armrests were elevated to give him some mobility, but his legs were thick from physiotherapy and his dwarven nature and didn't quite squish enough. Oscar kissed him for his troubles and reached his hand between Zolf's legs, curling his fingers around Zolf's cock with a smile. Zolf jolted in the chair and took a second to reconcile with the feeling while Oscar pulled his fingers to the tip of Zolf's cock before making a fist and letting Zolf rock into it."How's this?" Oscar asked, carefully watching Zolf's expression."Bit dry," Zolf said, but he smiled, and the tension melted from his shoulders as he leaned against the back rest of his chair.Oscar snickered and pulled away, flopping onto his stomach on the other side of the bed to reach for the nightstand. Behind him, Zolf whistled, and Oscar only jumped a little when a hand closed around his ankle and tugged him back down the bed once he had the oil in hand."Well hold on!" He laughed, trying to get back onto his knees to turn and face Zolf once more, but Zolf held both of his ankles and tugged on them again until Oscar's knees were on the edge of the bed."I'm enjoyin' the view," Zolf said. He got his hands under Oscar's thighs and heaved him closer still, pulling a delighted yelp from him."I wasn't done!" Oscar laughed, collapsing against the bedding."Night's young," quipped Zolf, and he palmed Oscar's arse with a grip that made Oscar's toes curl. Zolf worked his thumb into the muscle. "Legs feel okay like this?""For now," Oscar said honestly, shuffling his weight around until the edge of the bed fit better into the curve of his body and his legs were somewhat supported by the arm rests of Zolf's chair. "There we go.""Pass me the oil," Zolf said, tapping Oscar's hip on the side of the hand he was holding the vial in."Oh and you've just assumed that I felt like bottoming tonight?"Oscar was met with silence. He rose onto his elbows and looked over his shoulder to see Zolf with an unimpressed smile on his face. He scoffed at Zolf's sheer audacity and reached back to pass him the oil. "I was going to do this bit myself, you know.""Mhm," Zolf said, and Oscar heard the pop of the vial opening."I'm feeling luxurious tonight," Oscar said, demonstrating by rolling his hips against the bed and stretching his arms out to give Zolf something to look at."III know," Zolf said, palming Oscar's arse and rubbing an oiled thumb against his taint. Oscar sighed shakily and settled into the prickly pleasure, leaning his hips back into Zolf's hand as that exploring thumb moved upwards and started to rub at his entrance. Oscar bit his lip when Zolf applied more pressure with a finger, gently breeching Oscar with just a knuckle, but just a knuckle on dwarven hands was no small feat. Oscar sighed when his body gave in and went lax and the noise came out as a gentle moan. Zolf chuckled behind him and Oscar wriggled happily under the hands of his husband as the warm pleasure began to pool in his stomach."That's—mm,” Oscar moaned as Zolf worked his finger deeper with gentle curling motions. There was a bit of jolt when Zolf added more oil, but it helped Oscar relaxed further.Zolf twisted his wrist and Oscar yelped, grabbing handfuls of the blanket when the pressure changed and the feeling shot up his tailbone. Zolf's free hand massaged Oscar's thigh firmly as a comforting rumble started. "And you were going to do this yourself.""I'm more efficient," Oscar hissed."But not so luxurious," taunted Zolf, and he began pressing in a second finger."Ooh—" Oscar took a mouthful of bedding between his teeth and moaned into it. "This was supposed to be a you thing you prick--""This is a me thing," Zolf said happily, his voice so full of warmth and truth and fondness that Oscar just had to believe him.He moaned because he felt good and Zolf laughed because it wasn't warranted. Oscar squirmed because the heat in his belly was roiling and Zolf manhandled him back into the perfect position. Oscar was experiencing heaven, rocking against Zolf's hand and marveling in the fact that he had survived long enough to get fingered on his own bed which he would sleep in with his husband in just an hour. It all felt very novel, no matter how old they got, and Oscar was a lucky, lucky man."Oh, darling--" Oscar gasped and shoved his hips back when Zolf began rubbing his fingers into his prostate. It felt like dull electricity, like pure heat, like the sweetest of tortures as Oscar tried to relieve some of the pressure in his stomach by spreading his legs further."What a sight you make," sighed Zolf, punctuated by the roll of his fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it Oscar? Can feel you getting comfortable around my hand.""That is not your entire hand," insisted Oscar."Could be," mused Zolf, and Oscar felt two more fingers prodding at his entrance. He was so relaxed a third actually pushed in, but he was quick to tense it up and force it out again. "Teasing," Zolf soothed before trying one more time. "Just trying to make you comfortable darling.""O-Oh Gods—done," Oscar laughed. "Feels so good—oh—”Zolf was purring and Oscar felt giddy with it all. He was handsy, Zolf, once he gave himself permission, and kept both his hands on Oscar at all times. Kneading his muscles or rubbing his free hand up Oscar’s flank, Zolf was possessive with the way that he touched him. Oscar just melted further into the bed, sighing happily and feeling safe in Zolf’s hands. Everything felt warm and nice and oh, Oscar needed nothing more.“Alright,” Zolf said gently. “How’s that feeling?”“Good, oh gods,” Oscar laughed. “Ready for the main show?”“Whatever it is,” snorted Zolf.Flipping around, Oscar was quick to get up so he could take Zolf's face into his hands and kiss him some more. Oscar wanted to be close to him all of the time. He wanted to be in Zolf’s arms and under his skin and in his bed. Oscar also wanted Zolf inside of him effective immediately. There was a moment of short circuitry when the competing desires fought for which would be enacted first. “Okay, okay, are you wheels locked?” Oscar asked, grinning, as he sat on the edge of the bed.“Obviously,” Zolf said.“Good.” Oscar shuffled forward, sitting on Zolf’s thighs and then wriggling further into his lap to grind against his belly. Oscar started leaning backwards and Zolf grabbed his hips to steady him until Oscar was laying on the bed, propped up on his elbows, with his prick leaking against Zolf’s stomach. “Think you could—”Zolf was trying not to grin as he pushed Oscar’s thighs apart so his legs were again spread around the chair and reached between them. “Your back is going to be in knots.”“And then my handsome husband will have to give me a massage, ooh nooo…”“You ready?”“As ever darling.”“Good bloody thing I love you,” Zolf grunted, but he angled his hips up and Oscar angled his down and then Zolf was pressing inside of him, providing a delicious stretch that has Oscar curling his toes. Once everything was situated, Zolf’s hands held onto the top of Oscar’s thighs and pushed him down and oh, Oscar was an expert in sexual choreography and he deserved a reward.“Hells,” Oscar said, using the leverage from his elbows on the bed to roll his hips further onto Zolf’s cock. Every time he moved, he was both thrusting Zolf inside of him and grinding against his belly and Oscar was lost in a state of bliss. His center of gravity in their position shoved him further onto Zolf and Oscar liked that he got to see all of Zolf, from the darkness in his eyes to where Oscar was leaking all over his happy trail. After months on Zolf's cooking, Oscar had gained a healthy softness, and he delighted in the way it moved as he bounced in his husband's lap.With his momentum, Zolf’s chair creaked. The first time it happened, they both paused, wide eyed, waiting for the thing to explode into springs and twisted metal. Oscar, experimentally, rolled his hips the same way and the chair again went rrreek. Zolf snorted. Oscar started laughing.“Is it okay?” He asked, taking the opportunity to adjust his weight and wriggle closer.“Gods—” Zolf laughed and then he winced and Oscar could feel him pulsing inside of him. “It’s fine Oscar don’t—just keep doing that.”“Oh, gladly,” Oscar grinned, and he began bouncing his hips even if Zolf’s chair complained.The only downside to their position was that Oscar couldn’t kiss Zolf laid back like he was, but Zolf held him steady, making low, rough noises in the back of his throat as he found his rhythm in the bounce of the chair. He was rocking his hips to meet Oscar halfway and he was such a lovely sight, plush and tattooed and pleasure stricken. An oddly possessive streak ran through Oscar as he delighted in the fact that only he got to see Zolf that way, and only he got to make Zolf feel so good that he started his growly little noises as his fingers dug into Oscar’s hips. Oscar jolted as his body responded quite positively, electric pleasure singing through his veins and leaving him to leak more.“You do not have the endurance to keep this up,” Zolf said, grinning, like he wasn't out of breath too. Rrreek-a rrreek-a rrreek-a said the chair.“You would—ah—be surprised—” Oscar gasped and shoved himself a bit closer. “I am—already quite there—”Zolf used his hand to cup Oscar’s prick against his belly where he was warm and soft. “Oh, Oscar.”“Nngh—that’s—oh, that is entirely unfair—” Oscar leaned his head back to he didn’t have to watch himself unravel, and relieving the strain on his neck allowed him to bounce more firmly in Zolf’s lap. “Oh gods Zolf—I—mmmhnn—”“You are a lovely thing, Oscar,” Zolf said, and while he was trying to be stoic, Oscar could hear the strain in his voice and it only egged him on to push himself further. The pleasure was all encompassing, a tight tether in Oscar’s stomach and an itch inside of him and the gentle tingling of his extremities falling asleep from the tense position. Oscar could even feel the blood in the redness of his face, and he gasped when Zolf began to massage his cock. "Just got to make this harder for yourself, with all your bloody tricks—"Oscar started laughing and then something really good happened and he needed to take a second to catch his breath. “Zolf—a-ah—”“Mmph—fuck, Oscar—” Zolf rubbed his thumb up and down the sensitive spot on the underside of Oscar’s cock and he felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Oh gods.”“Please, please, oh—” Oscar hadn’t a clue what he was asking for, but the pleasure kept building and building but refused to snap. His legs scrambled to find purchase on Zolf’s chair and give himself better leverage until their tangled limbs finally slot together correctly and Oscar could grind further into Zolf’s lap. “I—hells, I’m—nngh—”A pressure that echoed what Oscar felt in his stomach leaned against his mind. The connection between Oscar and Zolf, the one that had been there since they walked out of death together, broke down a wall in Oscar's senses and his pleasure grew ten-fold when intermingled with what he then knew Zolf was feeling. It was hard to know where Zolf ended and Oscar began with their minds open like that, and though overwhelming, it was powerful and elating and Oscar could barely hold in a shout as it over took him.Making a fist around Oscar, Zolf started to jerk him off in earnest. It was unfair, really, because Oscar didn’t stand a chance. He dropped onto the bedding and used one hand to fondle his chest while the other pressed down on his belly where Zolf’s thrusts were getting more and more frantic. Oscar came across Zolf’s stomach in long ropes that reached even his chest Oscar had just done himself in, the sight alone was enough to shoot him straight into nirvana. Zolf’s hands immediately went to Oscar’s hips again, yanking him further onto his cock, and Oscar shouted in surprise and took himself in hand to ride the last waves of his orgasm while Zolf chased his.Zolf’s hips started these shivery little thrusts and Oscar moaned in appreciation as Zolf started to come inside of him. Scrambling to grab onto Zolf's wrists, Oscar whined as his pleasure was drawn out nearly to overstimulation with Zolf trying to force more and more of himself inside of him. Oscar’s hips would be bruised and his back was already hurting but it was so, so worth it. He started laughing as they both came down, just imagining what Zolf was seeing from his point of view, and snorted when Zolf gently pet where his fingers had been digging into Oscar.“Ooh, best idea I’ve ever had,” said Oscar, feeling quite smug."You are a menace," Zolf said, his voice thick with pleasure as he rubbed the pudge of Oscar's stomach.Oscar tangled his fingers with Zolf's and smiled. "You spoil me."“Get up here,” Zolf said, annoyed, grabbing at Oscar’s arms and pulling him up to sit upright in his lap. There wasn’t really room for Oscar’s legs in Zolf’s wheelchair, but they made it work. A long whine emanated from the wheels, but it settled when Oscar did. He draped himself across Zolf’s chest and laid his head on his shoulder, smelling the oils that Zolf put in his beard and the sweat on his skin. With firm hands, Zolf pet up and down Oscar’s back before leaning forward and pressing lingering kisses to his neck.“Mm,” Oscar sighed. He wriggled a little closer, like such a thing was possible, and settled in to all the attention like a man once starved. “How much weight can your chair carry?” He asked, not wanting to move, but not wanting to break Zolf's wheelchair either.“Enough,” grunted Zolf, heavy purrs rolling through his chest and into Oscar’s. “Give me five minutes of this.”“Like you had to ask.”