ok leshy/p03 thread 2 let's go let's do this (, ft some fairly intense wireplay/pain kink stuff)

this is a vague continuation of my first thread, it's not required reading but might as well link it anyway https://twitter.com/chimeracock/status/1486580808206983168?t=WF2gZnSlobemQMrXyp6hUw&s=19

so. leshy and p03 have kinda been doing this back and forth for a while now. leshy sees through p03's excuses and p03 kinda figures he does but he's never really confirmed it either, so they just kinda settle into this unspoken agreed ritual of. y'know, fucking

by now they're doing it a little more properly- at least indoors now. but p03 decides he wants to take it a bit further as they're preparing to start one day

"y'know, it's a little more spacious down there than you might think," he says. "i don't think I'd break if you wanted to..." leshy looks at him, and he trails off. "...you know."
leshy does, but ofc he plays coy and says he doesn't.

p03 squirms a bit- "you could always use something more than just your fingers. something bigger."
"is that so?" leshy moves so that he's near straddling p03. "and what did you have in mind?"
p03 makes a sound a little like when a train hisses, and glares at leshy.

"listen, the cat and mouse thing is only fun when I'm too horny to care. we've been doing this teenager virgin shit for too long.. i don't think it's too much to ask you to fuck me properly." even as he says that, he cant help but be too embarrassed to look leshy in the eye.

leshy laughs. "i thought you'd never ask," he says, and shuffles off his pants. he's already pretty hard, to p03's relief. he isn't sure he could to much to physically arouse leshy anyway with a screen for a mouth and a claw for a hand.

after the proper prep leshy decides he's ready to put it in, and p03 isn't able to stop the sound he makes at the filling sensation.
"you're tighter than I expected you to be..." leshy says.
"y- you're bigger than i expected you to be," p03 replies.

they start in a position where p03 is lying down and leshy can lift his hips upward enough to fuck him, but eventually shift toward leshy in a not-quite-lying-down position, fucking upwards into p03, who's now straddling him.

their pace has picked up significantly now, and as much as neither would ever say it out loud- both now and afterward- they were both desperate. they needed each other, they craved each other.

leshy reaches a hand up idly, maybe to latch onto p03's shoulder from behind, but misses and instead tangles his hand against one of the thick cords connecting his head to his back. p03 all but yelps at the sudden tug

"shit- are you okay?"
"don't stop-!" p03 snaps, cutting him off. "what's wrong with you? keep going!"
leshy's dumbfounded for only a second before he reaches up again, grabs the cord with purpose now, and pulls.

p03 moans, a sound leshy rarely gets to hear.
he wants to make him make it again.
he pulls again, harder, and is rewarded with the same sound. suddenly he finds himself craving those noises just as much as he craves p03 himself.

"h- hold on," p03 says, and reaches to press one of the buttons on his chest. with a hiss, his chesplates open up, and more of his wiring is exposed. "touch these instead," he says. then, "but if you break anything I'll kill you."

leshy, near entranced by now, does what he says. anything to hear those noises again. anything to hear him so desperate.. to know p03 wants him that bad, that he's making him feel good... he tangles his fingers gently in between the smaller wires.

"jeez, I'm not that fragile," p03 says. "pull, leshy. i want it to hurt."
oh, *that's* what he wants.
leshy grabs a fistful of wires and pulls. p03 lets out an almost strangled sound, and his monitor flickers.

"p03, are you sure this is-"
"harder!" he says. "p- please, more..."
leshy complies, and is rewarded with more desperate moans, flowing out of p03 like a river. it's becoming hard for him to do much of anything but take it all, and he loves it.

the feeling of leshy taking him like this.. the feeling of being thoroughly used, of being broken... emotionally, it's euphoric. he loves feeling able to let go completely, and be a complete whore around him.

physically, well... he knows what he said, but at this point he's not sure he'd even care if leshy really did break something. he's felt a few plugs pop out of their sockets already, and he's sure the snapping pain he feels now will make up for having to ask help fixing it later.

"p03, are you... are you getting close at all?" leshy asks.
"I've been close," he replies. "are you?"
"y- yes," leshy says.
"good..." p03 leans into leshy's thrusts even more now. leshy grabs another shaky handful of wires and pulls. p03 feels like he might fucking bluescreen.

"leshy," he says, not having much of a plan for what he would say next. "i- i want to- i want you to– ahh-"
"what is it?"
"b... break me," he says. "ruin me. destroy me. i don't care. just make me yours. please. please."

leshy isn't going to think twice. with a few more definitive thrusts, he takes one more cluster of wires and pulls them hard, using them almost like reins and pulling p03 by the chest towards him as he cums.

p03 all but screams as he cums too, his voice giving up on him and coming out crackly and frayed. his steadily flickering monitor gives out and goes dark for a few seconds, and the next thing he knows he's resting against leshy's chest.

"are you alright?" leshy asks. "I'd been worried this might not be good for you." po3's monitor flickers again, as if he's blinking. leshy's still breathing hard, so he must have only missed a couple of seconds, if anything. he's okay. no, more than that.

"leshy," he says, propping himself up. "i don't think I'll ever be able to cum without you doing that again."
leshy laughs. "i do spoil you, don't i?"
"you love it and you know it," p03 replies. "now, ah..." they look at the mess of wires they've made. "we should get this fixed."