Sleeping Bears

Erotic short. A sleeping mobster rolls over and makes use of the trans man beside him.

Rated E, 2k, cis M/trans M. A continuation of Financial Security and Contract.

Somnophilia, raw sex and creampies, size difference, vaginal sex, D/s, some breeding kink.

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When Danny woke up it was still pitch-black outside, the snowy Boston morning still utterly devoid of morning light. The only light in the room came from under the door in the hallway, and as he came slowly to awareness, he took a log of that — there were quiet footsteps in the hallway and the regular creaking sounds of some stairs in use; on far closer ground, he catalogued the expensive silky sheets he was laid on, a heavy duvet and a heavy man both behind him and pinning him down to the bed.

Arne Seven.

It was Arne Seven behind him, his heavy gut so warm against Danny’s back that Danny felt like melting into it, his white-furred tits against Danny’s shoulders, one of his huge, muscular arms banded around Danny’s chest. Danny could smell him, smell the ghost of his cologne even though he’d mostly washed it off last night.

He thought about everything he’d ever heard about Arne Seven, all the rumours of the people he’d had killed, the businesses he’d had fucking menaced, cops that had mysteriously disappeared and other cops that were on the take for him; he thought about every time people had gone suddenly quiet while mentioning his name, or done barely more than whisper it, in case he heard them talking about him; he thought about Arne Seven rumbling that if Danny let Seven fuck him raw, he’d pay for his bottom surgery, and thought about his huge fucking cock.

He could feel Seven’s body against his, feel the heavy weight of his prick against Danny’s arse, which still felt slightly open from how Seven had fucked him last night. Seven’s cock was half-hard in his sleep, and now he grunted quietly and shifted just a bit closer, and Danny shivered at the sensation of it between his arse cheeks, huge heavy weight that it fucking was.

Danny’s own cock was hard, blood rushing down between his legs as he replayed last night in his head, Seven dragging him down inexorably onto the heavy fucking shaft of his cock even as Danny begged and whimpered that he wouldn’t be able to take it, his asshole stretching impossibly, the rabbit toy that Seven had plunged into his cunt even after Danny had already come twice and couldn’t fucking take it anymore, rubbing himself with the tip of it through the inner wall of Danny’s cunt.

His cunt suddenly felt hot and fat and wet, and he swallowed as he blinked away some of the sleep still lingering in his eyes, casting a glance towards his phone on the side table, too far away for him to reach for it without extricating himself from Seven’s body.

Even if not for horny reasons, he didn’t really want to do that — Seven was a polar bear through and through, big and hairy and fat and radiating heat like a furnace, the only cold spots from the bars passed through his nipples on each side and touching Danny’s shoulders, and the gold chain he wore around his neck. Danny didn’t want to pull away from his body when he felt warmer than he had in fucking weeks, the cold constantly threatening to sink under his skin and never depart — it was warm enough in the bar, except for when he was in the keg room or having to take shit outside to chuck into the alley, and the heater was on the blink in the flat, always fucking conking out so he’d have to go down to the basement and try and hit the right pipes, and every other week that didn’t work either and he’d have to nag the super to do whatever the fuck he did.

(And honestly, Danny wasn’t convinced the old cunt wasn’t sabotaging the thing just to fuck with them, or so that when he came into the flat he could get a look at his roommate because she always walked around with barely any clothes on, nipples stiff as diamonds because it was freezing, she was just mental.)

He was pretty sure that heating Seven’s house, ridiculously big fucking place as it was, was no problem for him, and judging by the sounds of people moving back and forth, he had more than enough staff helping run it for him, not just one pervy superintendent that couldn’t be relied on.

Fuck, but why did that make him horny specifically? He already knew Seven had a big fucking house and probably hired people to run it, hired fucking muscle to keep people from coming in to get at him, too.

“Mmm,” Seven hummed in his sleep, and he rolled them over — Danny let out a grunt, the air squeezed out of him as Seven’s weight came to land on top of him. Danny was sprawled on his belly underneath the older man, feeling the weight of Seven’s belly against his lower back and his huge cock between his thighs.

Danny felt hot all over, and his cunt throbbed, his cock pressed into the sheets by the bulk of Seven atop him. Danny could feel Seven’s cockhead, fat and hard, rubbing up against Danny’s slightly open lips. He managed to breathe in reedily as Seven let out a half-snored noise and thrust forward.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was clumsy as fuck, one of Seven’s forearms rested on the side of the bed and the other hand loose and lax where it settled on the pillow: he was still asleep, Danny was pretty sure, because the slide of Seven’s cock against his lips was blunt and without a particular goal in mind, without a target, without knowing there was a target.

He was fast asleep, his cock was touching wet heat, and he was thrusting toward it based on instinct and base need, and Danny wondered if an actual bear would fuck him like this, with no care or consideration for who was beneath him, whether it was a who at all.

He thought about it, thought about the fact that he was just serving as a toy, less than a toy, even, a tool, to the man asleep on top of him, barely worth more considering in sleep than the bed he was lying on — it made him so horny he couldn’t conceive of it, his skin tingling all over, and when Seven thrust forward again and this time managed to lodge the head of his cock in the opening of Danny’s cunt, Danny wheezed.

He wasn’t as open as he thought he would be — the rabbit last night was not nearly as thick around as Seven’s cock, and just the head of it made his cunt feel like it was suddenly being split apart. It was so different to the stretch of his asshole, made pleasure radiate out from the base of his cunt, and he was breathing as heavily as he could with the weight of a full grown fucking man on top of him. The angle made his cock throb, putting pressure on it from the inside —

And then Seven grumbled from deep in his throat, a somnolent sound of need and frustration and a little bit of anger that made Danny’s head spin, and then he came awake enough to shove Danny’s down head into the pillow, his shoulders into the bed, and to bury himself balls deep in Danny’s cunt.

Danny squealed, the sound muffled into the pillows, and Seven let out a noise, half-snorting, sat up — it put more of his weight on Danny’s back as he supported his weight on Danny, and Danny’s cock was shoved down against the sheets and Seven’s cock was so deep in him that Danny could feel it kissing his cervix.

He thought about if Seven hadn’t had a vasectomy after all — the man had been pretty deeply fucking asleep, and he was so much stronger than Danny, too big for him to fight back against or to wrestle out from under. He thought about Seven fucking into him with Danny unable to fight back, thought about him pumping him full of his come without even knowing he was there and vulnerable, without caring —

“This is convenient,” said Seven in the deepest voice Danny’s heard from him yet, deep enough to hit him in his rib cage — his voice was husky and rich with sleep and sex, and Danny’s eyes were prickling with tears. His cunt was twitching and clenching unthinkingly, inescapably, around the huge pierce of Seven’s cock spreading him open. “Having you here, like this. All fucking wet. You wake up with morning wood too, huh, sweetheart?”

“At least I woke up,” Danny managed to say, and Seven laughed.

“I don’t feel this hole of yours complaining,” Seven said, and leaned back.

Danny heaved in a gasp, suddenly able to fill his lungs without Seven’s tits pressing heavy against his back, without Seven atop him. His head rushed with the sudden gust of oxygen, and he felt dizzy with it. Seven shoved his head down again, and Danny keened into the pillow as Seven leaned back on his heels, knees braced either side of his thighs, and plunged his cock into Danny’s cunt again and again and again, fucked him like he was trying to fucking cleave him in two.

Every thrust shoved him against the bed, rubbed his cock into the mattress, and it felt good, felt inescapable.

“You like this, don’t you?” Seven asked. “Being a hole for a big, strong, scary bastard like me?”

“Fuck off,” Danny whined, and Seven laughed as he kept on fucking him, fucked him like he was trying to kill him, and he might just manage it, because Danny’s orgasm crashed over him like an ice cold wave, rushed over his skin as he wailed incoherently and writhed under Seven’s thrusts. He was grabbing helplessly at the sheets beneath them, unable to do anything but fucking take it.

Seven moaned loudly, fucking roared with pleasure at the clench and flutter of Danny’s cunt around him, and Danny scrambled helplessly at the sheets as Seven kept driving into him, trying to breathe, trying to collect himself —

When Seven dropped forward on top of him, sighing, Danny grunted — Seven’s cock was wet inside him, had stuffed him full, and Danny mumbled, “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Already told you, kiddo, I ain’t gonna do that,” Seven murmured in his ear, and then he sat up and patted Danny’s arse cheek before standing up from the bed, striding over to the bathroom. Danny looked dreamily, blearily, at his huge arse and thighs before he disappeared and Danny heard his piss hitting the porcelain of the toilet bowl.

“Have you done this to other guys?” Danny asked. “Offered to pay for their surgery?”

“Nah,” said Seven. “A few old girlfriends, I paid for theirs.”

“Girlfriends?”

“They weren’t girls when we were together. Or at least, not that I or they knew.”

“Arne Seven: transgender ally.”

“Uh huh,” confirmed Seven, voice wry, and he was grinning with his mouthful of white teeth as he came to stand in the doorway again. He looked fucking glorious, larger than life, cock still shining with Danny’s cunt. “You got any, uh, fantasies you wanna get out of the way while you still have that equipment to hand?”

Danny’s mouth was dry, and he stayed sprawled on the bed on his belly as Seven came to stand in the doorway, smirking across at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“Huh,” he said mildly. “Looks like you got a few things in mind.”

“You’re gonna kill me,” said Danny again, defeatedly, and smashed his head into the mattress beneath him, face down.

Seven laughed and said, “Come get in the shower with me. Lemme get you nice and clean — then I can get you dirty again.”

“I need to go to work.”

“My guys already told you boss I’m, uh, availing of your services,” Seven retorted, and Danny huffed out a breath.

In for a penny, in for a pound — and a fucking pounding.

“Fine,” he muttered, and with Seven’s come dripping out of his raw, aching cunt, he walked just a little bowlegged across the room to the bathroom and under the waiting spray.