Tim thought he was going to die when a scav’s grenade flew over the bit of debris he was using as a bulwark. He was already nursing a grazed wound in his calf, slowing his reaction time, and as he tried to jump away his leg gave out. He cried out in pain, undoubtedly betraying his position even more to the oncoming enemies, but with an explosive counting down mere inches from him, did it really matter?
Just as he was about to close his eyes and accept the inevitable, something landed besides him, so heavy he felt the ground shake beneath his feet. Before he could react large, strong arms wrapped around his waist and legs and heaved him up off the ground.
Tim gasped as he was whisked off into the air just as the grenade exploded in an incendiary blast, the debris he’d been using to shield himself instantly catching flame.
“Back off, scumbags!” A gruff voice shouted above him, reverberating through the bulging chest he’d been pressed up against. It took Tim a couple more seconds to realize Wilhelm had grabbed him, snatching him away from certain death as he mowed down the rest of the scavs. The cyborg’s little drones made short work of those Wilhelm only injured as he landed hard on the surface of the moon, sending up a little puff of greenish dust.
“You all right there, Jackie?” He grunted, still cradling Tim in his huge arms, pressed up against his beefy chest. Tim could hardly think, too preoccupied both with how close he’d come to death and with the fact that Wilhelm could cradle him like it was nothing. His head rested against one of Wilhelm’s large chest, listening to his thumping heartbeat and feeling like a child in the cyborg’s strong embrace.
“Hey.” Tim jolted as Wilhelm shook him. “You still kicking there?”
“U-Um—yeah I’m okay…” Tim mumbled, mushing his words together. His heart still beat fast even though the danger had long passed. Wilhelm had already killed everyone, he was safe, and yet Tim still couldn’t calm down properly.
“You look a lil’ shaken, pretty boy. Think you can stand?” Wilhelm smirked down at him. “Or do you need me to carry you all the way to Concordia?”
“I’m—“ Tim’s cheeks flushed deep pink, squirming in Wilhelm’s grasp. “I think I can walk—“
Wilhelm tutted. “Not on that leg, you won’t. Fresh outta Anshin, though. You’re gonna have to stay put for the time being.”
“…Okay…” Tim replied, his voice pitching up weakly as he burrowed back against Wilhelm’s chest, hoping by the time they reached Concordia the tight heat in his stomach and ground would go away.
I put off TFTBL for too long, that game is a gem. Anyone who’s in my space knows I will not stop talking about it. I’m just totally enamored by it. Totally. I was already a big Borderlands fan so it didn’t even need to convince me!!
Omega chests really were so sensitive. Especially when their heats were right around the corner, and while Rhys’ wasn’t supposed to be until next month, his body was already preparing itself. Jack could run his finger delicately down the middle of Rhys’ chest and get him shivering and mewling with need.
Fine, baby blue lingerie lay against the omega’s body, stretched over his hips and thighs and especially his sensitive pecs. His pink nipples stood stiff against the lace, inviting Jack’s touch.
“Such a pretty boy,” Jack crooned as he placed his hands atop Rhys’ chest, each palm cupping his pecs. They felt bigger against his fingers than they usually did, especially when he squeezed them together, earning a needy groan from Rhys’ lips.
“You really do look amazing, sweetheart,” Jack purred as he straightened up, palms reluctantly leaving Rhys’ chest as he straddled the omega’s upper body. He fingered his zipper, pulling open his fly as he shrugged his pants and underwear down his thighs. His cock stood nice and hard, pre-cum drooling at the tip. A little drop speckled Rhys’ panting chest, giving Jack a better idea. He thought at first he’d let Rhys suck his cock, but as he stared down at the omega’s sensitive pecs he couldn’t deny himself the temptation.
Rhys moaned in surprise as Jack laid his cock against his sternum, his eyebrow crooking up as he looks down towards his chest. Jack smirked as he held his cock down with one hand, using the other to push one of Rhys’ pecs towards the center to get more friction on his shaft.
“You’re gonna drive me crazy, Rhysie…letting me fuck every part of you…” Jack started to move his hips, rutting his cock between the omega’s trembling pecs, feeling the warmth of his plump flesh. The satiny lace and bows kissed his cock just as gently as Rhys’ soft skin, cradling him in a perfect valley of texture and sensation as he thrusted back and forth. Tracks of pre-cum dripped down onto Rhys’ sternum, smeared moments later as Jack’s cock rubbed against his omega’s chest.
Soon enough Rhys took over for Jack’s hands, fingers pushing into his pecs to press them tighter around his alpha’s cock. Jack grunted his approval, hands moving to plant besides Rhys’ head as he hunched over, growing less and less composed as he chased his orgasm.
When Jack finally came he painted Rhys with release from his chest all the way up to his chin, staining skin and satin alike as he pumped his hips through the pleasure coursing through his body. When he came back to himself Rhys still lied panting and red-faced beneath him, his own need still smoldering even with his chest thoroughly fucked.
“Mmm…don’t worry, pumpkin…” Jack crooned as he shifted, leaning down until he hovered face-to-face with Rhys’ trembling chest. “I’m not gonna forget about you.”
The little flushed nipples peeking through the holes in the lace were just too delicious to ignore.
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