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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Magi:_The_Labyrinth_of_Magic
  Relationship:
      Titus_Alexius/Sphintus_Carmen
  Character:
      Titus_Alexius, Sphintus_Carmen, Aladdin_(Magi)
  Additional Tags:
      Grinding, Vaginal_Sex, this_is_um._really_vanilla, so_vanilla, i_cant
      believe_myself, Trans_Male_Character, uhhh_dysphoria_mention_look_out,
      just_a_mention_tho, lovin_my_lovely_trans_boy_titus, tiny_aladdin_at_the
      end.....im_lovin_that_boy_too
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-09 Words: 1794
****** Bad Ideas ******
by SoftSinner
Summary
     aladdin is out for a while, and sphintus and titus take advantage of
     his absence
Notes
     maybe not edited well bc my laptop broke so i have to use the
     computer thats next to my brother's computer and he wouldnt shut the
     fuck up while i was trying to edit, and i have no patience to put off
     publishing this
See the end of the work for more notes
Maybe it's a bad idea. Maybe it's not something they should be doing in a room
that doesn't entirely belong to either one of them. In fact, it's not Titus's
room at all. But a little fun never hurt anyone. Well, nothing like this, at
least.
“Aladdin might come back,” Titus says, trying to be a voice of reason even as
he grinds against his boyfriend's leg. He's only a little breathless and not
feeling a very large deal of pleasure from this alone, but his face is lightly
flushed.
“He's going to be out for a while,” Sphintus responds. He's more eager than
he'd like to admit, but he can't deny it at this point. His hands are up under
Titus's top, under his binder, squeezing at his breasts and rubbing the blond's
nipples with his thumbs.
They're fifteen—fifteen and hormonal, so that's really a good enough
reassurance for either one of them. Titus continues with his rocking motions,
and he's not sure how much longer his patience is going to hold up. He's never
too quick to cave in these situations, but there was a lot of kissing and
tugging at each other's hair up until this point that's left him hot and
bothered.
Titus doesn't weigh much, so it's easy for Sphintus to adjust their position:
the blond boy against the bed, his boyfriend straddling his hips and leaning
over him. Titus can feel that he's completely hard; he himself is getting too
wet to be comfortable still wearing his shorts, but there's not much he can do
about that right now.
Sphintus grinds down, setting a rhythm in how he rolls his hips. Titus is by
not quiet by any means at all, but the taller of the two can be pretty vocal,
too, if something rubs him right. That being said, grinding can make him feel
pretty damn good, and he lets out a moan.
That earns a laugh from the blond beneath him, who grabs his hips and pulls him
down again. He's rewarded with another moan that kind of breaks off into a
heavy breath at the end. It's not difficult for his partners to draw those
sorts of noises from him, granted they know what they're doing—and Titus does,
as a quick learner and as someone who's practiced plenty.
It's always kind of sweet how Sphintus always likes putting his boyfriend
first. He can get distracted sometimes, but once he realizes, he's back on
track.
“Time to take the binder off?” Sphintus asks, because he never wants to start
pushing it off without consent. There have been times where it needed to stay
on, times when Sphintus wasn't even allowed to touch Titus's chest at all.
Titus nods, and removing it is a joint effort. It's almost a struggle getting
out of it on his own, but with him lying underneath his boyfriend, it's a bit
more difficult. It's never really ruined the mood, though—actually, it's always
kind of helped get Sphintus going. Something that's caused Titus major
discomfort in his life and something he'd very strongly prefer to live
without—dysphoria was the word, added to his vocabulary shortly after he and
Titus got together—and he's leaving himself in a bit of a vulnerable position
without the binder on. It leaves him more vulnerable than a woman would be.
It's a wonder just how much it can flatten, really.
Sphintus lowers himself a little, hands on the sides of Titus's chest as his
takes one of the blond's nipples into his mouth. He give a gasp, pushing his
chest up. Sphintus is happy to give more, sucking a little harder and flicking
his tongue over the pink bud. It makes the boy beneath him squirm and whimper.
“You're cute,” Sphintus comments, his hand going down to pull at his
boyfriend's waistband.
He doesn't want to seem desperate or anything—he really doesn't, but his briefs
are soaked and his clit is throbbing a little with need. “If I'm so cute, then
would you please hurry up?”
Sphintus doesn't need to be told twice. He adjusts himself so that he can slide
his boyfriend's shorts and underwear down. They usually take a while getting to
this part, and unless one would count five or six minutes of kissing to count,
they really hadn't taken too long. It was a matter of weighing the pros and
cons, and deciding if this is really worth it.
Apparently, it turns out that it is.
There's a haze fogging his mind a little, but Titus sits up and starts pulling
at his boyfriend's pants. It's just a few little tugs, but that probably got
the message across that they need to be off about two minutes ago.
They're discarded on the floor in just a couple moments. Sphintus grabs the
blond's hips and pulls him onto his lap, lying back on the bed.
“So you're making me do the work this time?” Titus asks, and it's borderline
indignant, but there's still that fondness in his eyes, a little clouded over
with lust and desire. He doesn't mind.
Even wrapped up in heated moments like these, Sphintus has always been able to
smirk like he's got a cool head and like he's in control, though neither of
those things are the case. “Last I checked, you always like being in control,
Babe.”
“Babe,” he scoffs, and it almost makes him laugh. He's feeling confident and
perhaps a bit vulgar, so he adds, “And last I checked, I was your bottom
bitch.”
“Those are your words, not mine. But I can't say I don't like—”
Sphintus is cut off with a sharp inhale as Titus grinds down over the head of
his cock. “You can't say you don't like what? Fucking me into the mattress?”
There's no lack of cockiness as he makes a move to take Sphintus's length into
his cunt. He's always in control, even when he's not. This is where his
boyfriend's composure melts away and he's left grabbing at the sheets to keep
from throwing all his pride away. Titus has heard it before—heard him gasping
out profanities as he urges Titus to move more quickly, heard him toss out his
dignity.
He wonders if that's why he's usually the one with his back against his bed not
doing much but moaning. Aside from that point, Titus has always preferred that
position, so it's not like he'd ever complain about it.
The way he rolls his hips is enough to get Sphintus breathing heavy, as if he
wasn't already before.
“Can't blame you,” Titus continues. It's a struggle now, with him not quite
able to choke back a moan every time his hips move down. “Bet you liked to find
out I'm—ah—not as...fragile as I look. You could—f-fuck me hard and quick, and
all I'll do it—oh, hell!”
It's an exclamation that ends in a loud moan, and Titus arches his back.
Sphintus had forced his hips up, thrusting into his boyfriend in a way that
caught him entirely off-guard.
“Should I go back to that?”
“You're afraid your pride isn't going to come out of this untarnished. That's
what it is, isn't it?”
Titus's hands bunch up the fabric covering his boyfriend's shoulders when
Sphintus bucks his hips up again. It's not quite a moan, but more of something
like a desperate sob. There's no way he can deny he wants things to be harder
than this.
Sphintus takes the blond's wrists and forces him back, reversing their
positions for the second time.
“Can't I just do one nice thing for my boyfriend?”
Okay, now he's just dodging the question, but there's nothing Titus can do to
call him out once he starts thrusting into the smaller boy. There's nothing he
can do but lie back and let his mind reel from the pleasure, gasping and
squirming uselessly.
Once Sphintus gets going, there's really nothing that can shut Titus up. He
can't do much but moan and squirm and arch his back, and it's really kind of
cute, in a shit, this is all I need to get off sort of way—in Sphintus's
opinion, at least.
Titus brings a hand down to rub at himself, quick, tight circles against his
clit. He can't catch his breath by this point, shallow breaths between
pleasured noises. His free hand finds its way into his boyfriend's hair,
gripping tightly as he tries to keep from letting himself be entirely
overwhelmed.
Sphintus gets off easy; perhaps easier than most people, but maybe it's just
that Titus keeps him from being able to last too long. He's gotten off just by
kissing, which is something his boyfriend sometimes teases him for. Whatever
the case, he's pretty close already.
The blond is gasping for breath between cries, hand speeding up. His back
arches up off the bed and he's finished, tightening around Sphintus as he rides
out his orgasm.
He's not able to last any longer than that, spilling inside Titus with a quiet
moan. He's always had more control of the noises he makes when he's the one on
top.
Sphintus falls against the mattress beside his boyfriend, seeming more worried
about fixing his hair than anything else.
There's a knock at the door before long, and that sends Titus scrambling
upright and trying to pull his clothes back on. Sphintus is a bit more casual,
but he's a little rushed as well.
“Can I come in yet? I forgot something and I just wanted to come back for it.”
Titus's face flushes as he realizes the better part of what happened was
probably overheard.
Even so, Sphintus doesn't seem bothered. “Come on in, Aladdin. It's no big
deal.”
The door opens, and the child in the doorway looks as if he's blushing a little
bit. Some secondhand embarrassment wouldn't be unwarranted, but he's
eleven—does he even understand what was going on? He's still just a child.
“A-Aladdin!” Titus exclaims, and he's redder yet at the possibility that the
child might have known exactly what went on. “It was just—it's not like—I'm
trying to say that—” The absolute lack of coherency and dignity was unfitting
for him, but not unexpected, and Sphintus finds himself laughing a little.
“It's okay.” Aladdin interrupts the messy word vomit with a simple statement.
He throws himself onto his bed, stomach against the mattress as he reaches to
grab a leather-bound book. “I know what happened.”
“You're eleven!”
It's a clueless look that crosses his face next, but it doesn't last long.
“You've never seen me in a bar.”
And neither Titus or Sphintus knew what the fuck that was supposed to mean.
 
End Notes
     uuuUUUUH hh hello my name is yoichi and somehow i wrote something
     vanilla
     also i know what my next fic is gonna be
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