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Orange slightly went behind Toni's back and did something related to their match in Australia. He just wanted to make sure that Yuta or Marina couldn't try worming their way out of the actual hair part of their hair match. So, he'd talked to Mox and asked what he would need to do to get Mox to force them if it came down to that. It had, because of course Yuta tried to run away from his responsibilities. Mox had offered Orange a Winner's Room between the two of them after the house show as his price, and regardless of how the actual tag match went during the show, Mox would be on top in the room.
It wasn't like he'd lied or tipped the scales into their favour for either match. He just didn't tell Toni about it. Since she wasn't involved, it hadn't felt relevant, and then the televised show and house show came and went with Toni getting them the win for both. Orange made an excuse to slip away while Toni was rambling to her wife after the show, and made his way towards the rooms that were designated for their needed purpose. Wondering what exactly Mox had in store for him. They have done room stipulations before, and Mox could vary heavily in his behavior. Sometimes he was sweet and attentive, sometimes it felt like he was trying to fuck a hole through your guts so he could watch you bleed out. It honestly just depended on the day, and where Mox was at mentally.
Orange settles himself in the room taking his bag off, and noting in the dim lighting that Mox wasn't there yet. Orange takes off his shirt and shoes, and sits quietly on the edge of the bed. After about five minutes, Mox finally makes his entrance, throwing the door open and moving like electricity was coursing through his veins. He turns and gives Orange a slow once-over letting his eyes drag on the exposed skin, and giving a wolfish smile.
"I didn't earn shit last night with Takeshita. I technically won, sure, yeah, but I didn't really win. I refused to cash in on that, since it was cheap. Worthless. Didn't fuckin mean anything. If I beat Takeshita, I want to beat Takeshita. You know that though. You also know our son really well and knew to ask the favour. Hell, I even feel like you knew what I was gonna ask for. I needed this so fuckin badly. I need skin under my nails. I need blood on my skin. It's a need. You get that, Cassidy. You can take it. You like taking it. You knew what we were gonna do. I need that. I could give you everything you need too. Renee likes you. I could keep you." Mox has a feral look in his eyes while he paces back and forth in the room and rambles, refusing to drop eye contact the entire rant. Orange just blinks quietly, realizing suddenly how his night was gonna go, and getting comfortable.
"You held up your end of our deal. I am honorable if nothing else. I can do things properly and hold up mine." Mox laughs, and can't keep the smile off his lips.
"I know, sweet, delicate, gentle, quiet. Deadly when you wanna be though. I could make you a death rider. Treat you good. Give you anything you want. Give you the respect you deserve. No one fuckin' respects you enough. It's bullshit. Could break you and fix you and break you over and over again. You wouldn't shatter. You are too good for that." Mox's pupils are blown out, and he still looks like he's seconds away from latching his mouth to Orange's jugular and yanking the flesh away to watch him bleed to death. Orange holds a hand out, and Mox snatches it tight enough to bruise, or even break if shifted wrong. Orange makes a clicking noise with his tongue so Mox focuses on him properly again.
"Babe. Just take what you need. Like you said, I can handle it, so do whatever you need." Mox practically starts foaming at the mouth, and lunges at Orange with a growl in his throat. He smashes their lips together and bites hard at Orange's bottom lip so that he gets a gasp from him, and he can shove his tongue in to claim what he's earned. Orange allows it, enjoying the force behind it and feeling needed like that. Especially by someone like Mox.
Mox overwhelms Orange's senses entirely by letting go of his wrist, to climb on top of him during the kiss, letting his body entirely bracket him. Orange can feel Mox trying to literally get his tongue into Orange's throat, pulling back a bit to taste his teeth instead. Then Mox pulls away fully and watching the string of saliva that connects their mouths like a predator watching prey. Orange whimpers at the intensity, and leans into Mox's hands when they start groping at his skin. Mox starts giving open-mouthed kisses to his mouth instead, biting at his lips instead every few seconds.
Mox keeps kissing messily like that until he manages to pull a piece hard enough and gets Orange's lips to split. Mox groans and shoves himself further into Orange's space grinding their hips together in a feral little flurry, and tries to get as much of Orange's blood in his mouth as possible. He jams his tongue into the cut and sucks on it until it stops bleeding, then bites again trying to get it open again. Eventually he pulls away from Orange's lips and bites his cheek, then his jaw, then his ear, before moving down his neck. Mox sucks down in multiple places, and digs his teeth in hard hard, trying to leave his claim on the pale skin. Orange yelps in shock when Mox bites his collarbone, sucking a dark mark into the skin there, then continues on to lower skin.
Orange decides to put his hand on the back of Mox's neck, and scratched gently at the skin and stubble there. Mox gives a near-feral sounding growl again, and shoves back even further into Orange's space. He picks Orange's hips up, and shifts his hands quickly so he can spread Orange's thighs and get between them properly. Mox grinds his dick against Orange's clothed ass in quick, needy thrusts. Orange's arms go around Mox's neck, trying to hold on so he doesn't get too jostled by Mox's movements.
Mox reacts by growling and dipping his head into the crook of Orange's neck, biting at the skin there, then continuing to grind his hips into Orange's. Orange hums in pleasure and leans his head back to try exposing more skin for Mox to nip at. Orange's humming turns into soft huffs and moans quickly, and Mox seems thrilled with the noises he's getting.
Then Mox suddenly rolls off Orange and stands up, wandering to the side of the bed. Orange gives him the same once over Mox had given him, and his mouth goes dry at the sight of Mox hard in his jeans, tenting the heavy fabric. Mox stands there and starts rifling through a side table until he finds a partially empty bottle of lube. Then he turns back to see Orange flushed to his chest and staring.
"Yeah yeah yeah that's what the lube is for. Wanna shove my dick in, and I know damn well you are prolly tight as hell. Hot little fuckin prude not sleeping with anyone since your fuckin wife died. I should be allowed to make it public that this happened. I deserve it. You've been blowing everyone off for like two years now. C'mon Cassidy. Lemme show you what you're missing out on babe. Lemme break you and fix you and break you and fix you. I won't leave you broken. You're too pretty to break forever. I need a chew toy that'll last. I can make you last. I can be real nice for ya. Loyal." Orange goes bright red both from Mox climbing back on top of him and grinding their hips together, and from the sweet nothings and the desperate rambled promises Mox keeps giving him. It makes him want to explode.
"Not a prude. Just wanted time. I took my time. I'm good now. Need this. Please." Orange can barely choke that out between breathless whines and thinks he sounds dumb, but he hopes it's enough for Mox to keep going. He can't force himself to say much more than that. Mox gives an almost purring growl, clearly happy, and moves for Orange's pants. He tucks his thumb into Orange's boxers as well, and yanks them both off in a quick harsh pull. Orange squeaks in response. Mox quickly claims his mouth in a kiss before pulling back again.
"Not a prude at all sweet tart, you are just a little quiet. Sweet and a little sour. Don't worry a hair on your pretty head Cassidy. I will give you everything you need. You just gotta let me babe." Orange can barely think straight from Mox's efforts with his mouth. Both the biting and the talking are making Orange feel like he's going crazy.
"I already said yes. Do I need to say it in spanish or something to get it through your thick skull? ¡Sí, cabrón! ¡Hazlo ya!" Mox just cracks up laughing.
"Since when do you know fuckin Spanish? What the fuck?" Orange cracks a smile.
"Skayde taught me basic conversation shit way back when. I've been using it more lately to talk to Hologram and cause he keeps sending me his medical paperwork and it's all in Spanish. I dunno. I don't use it very often." Mox is still cackling like a mad man, and very suddenly slams his mouth into Orange's and starts obsessively licking his teeth for a few minutes before he pulls away again.
"That's fuckin great. Please pull that bullshit more. Get fuckin Ishii-san to teach you Japanese and fuck with Takeshita or something. Anyway. I'm gonna fuck you now, since you fuckin cared enough to beg in fuckin Spanish, and don't try to say that wasn't begging babe, cause it definitely was for you. Hot little fuckin smart bastard. I fuckin can't with that." Mox rambles off, unable to keep the humor out of his tone while talking. Once he tapers off, he picks Orange up and shoves his tongue down his throat again.
Mox keeps Orange up on his waist, and waits until Orange has his legs wrapped around and arms around his neck to hold himself there. Then Mox lets go to get his jeans off and kicks them off with his shoes, before throwing Orange back onto the bed and climbing on top of him again, biting and kissing from his mouth trailing down to the v of his hips. Looking up at him, arms holding him above Orange like he was ready to pounce. Orange's hips hitch up for a second and Mox chuckles.
"Desperate for it, huh babe? Fuckin pretty little blond. I guess I have a type." Orange goes bright red and whines loud, trying to jut his hips again to make Mox do something.
"Okay, okay, sheesh." Mox immediately chokes himself on Orange's dick, causing him to jump and whine in shock. Mox to starts laughing with his mouth on Orange's dick, making him moan from the vibrations. Orange scratches at Mox's skull for a minute, trying to find something to grip onto. He doesn't get anything, so he just keeps trying to dig his nails into any skin he can reach. Orange then puts a leg on Mox's shoulder, letting him dig his heel into Mox's back a bit. Orange suddenly gets the idea of kicking him with it, and follows through without thinking about it. Mox pops off his dick very suddenly, and Orange immediately gets worried he ruined whatever was happening. He gets ready to apologize or something, before he looks into Mox's eyes and notices how dilated his eyes are, how red his face is, and how hard he's panting.
"Hun, babe, mother to my beautiful baby deer of a son. Do that again and I'm jizzing myself. That's a fuckin promise, not a question or a maybe or a joke. I will cum my fucking brains out if that happens again, so wait until my dick is in you. Okay?" Orange feels hunted and horny in a way he'd never considered in the past, but he was willing to learn new things about himself.
"Uh huh, yeah, won't do that until later. Got it. Can you start on that now? I know you don't drink anymore, but this draw out has whiskey dick written all over it." Mox's laugh turns into a growl and he lubes up his fingers pressing one against Orange's hole immediately.
"Gotcha babe, don't worry, just relax for me blondie. I'll take care of everything else, you can just lie there, Aurora." Orange can't stop himself and giggles a bit.
"Really? Sleeping Beauty?" Mox suddenly jams his finger in to the first knuckle, making the giggles turn into slightly pained, shocked gasps. Orange almost immediately digs his nails into whatever skin he can claw at again.
"Of course, babe. You take your little spy naps. I love you for your ability to listen in on conversations while passed out like a light. That shit is cute." Orange squirms a little from the praise and from Mox wiggling his finger around trying to get Orange to relax and adjust. He manages to get it to the second knuckle before stopping again to let Orange adjust.
"What? No rebuttal this time sweetheart? Am I gonna fuck the words outta your throat?" Orange just whines and rocks his hips a little, trying to get more of Mox inside him. He takes the hint and pulls back to the first knuckle, just to punch it back inside down to the base. Orange squeaks out a desperate noise, and Mox rocks his finger in and out repeatedly until Mox suddenly shoves the second inside without warning. Orange takes a minute to adjust to the stretch, before Mox puts a little more lube on his fingers, and pushes to the second knuckle of his middle finger. He doesn't stop to wait there though, he just slowly keeps pushing until he's got both fingers in completely and can feel around inside Orange.
Mox goes eerily quiet for a minute, just breathing and watching Orange's reactions to his fingers, until Orange jumps up like he's been electrocuted. Mox stares like a wolf that found an injured deer and practically pounces on it. Slamming his fingers into that spot and punching into it like he's trying to leave it bruised. Orange blacks out for a minute or two, and comes back into his head to find that Mox had pulled his fingers out. He could feel something much thicker at his entrance now and rocked back into it.
Mox grabbed Orange's hips properly again, and pulled Orange into an easier position, bending him in half and using his clean hand to pin his legs there, earning him an uncomfortable whine. Mox bullied his dick into Orange's hole with a slow, calculated pace. Like he's trying to make sure with every new inch that Orange is still okay and enjoying himself. Once he sinks in completely he picks Orange up again, dick still inside, and walks around to the end of the bed. He resettles Orange with a leg on his shoulder, and pulls out about halfway before slamming back in hard enough to splinter whatever drywall the headboard could hit.
Mox almost immediately goes into a harsh, fast pace, trying to grab a hand of Orange's ass, but shifting to his thighs so he has something to actually anchor down his jackhammering thrusts. Orange throws his head back and wishes he had something to sink his teeth into so he could force himself to keep quiet.
"Mox, mox, mox, mox, babe, please. Need...uh..fuck..fuck...please..? Oh Fuck." Orange felt like he couldn't get his thoughts straight to ask properly, nevermind actually get the words out with Mox going at him as hard as he is. Mox growls again and smashes their lips together again, biting and pulling at Orange's lips with his teeth. Orange immediately gives Mox the same treatment, biting at his lips and scratching his nails into Mox's back to try anchoring himself the same way Mox did. Then. Orange loosely puts his hand around his dick, letting Mox's trusts force him into fucking his hand. Orange can feel the heat in his stomach building quickly, and Mox lets one of Orange's legs to fall back around his waist.
First Orange tried to squirm closer to Mox, so he could take more. Secondly, Orange could kick him again if he wanted to. Orange waited until Mox's thrusts started to seem more sloppy, and he could feel himself on the brink, before he slams his heel into Mox's back again. Mox immediately digs his teeth into Orange's shoulder, earning him a scream, and they both start shaking. Mox managed a couple more thrusts before he was fucking his cum into Orange trying to gradually calm himself down. Orange felt his dick shoot off mostly into the palm of his hand, a few small ropes ending up on his stomach. Orange and Mox just laid there for a minute, catching their breath and Mox peppers kisses all over Orange's face so that he can slowly pull out.
Once Mox was able to, he quickly got up and off of Orange and grabbed his clothes. He turns back to the bed to see that Orange was curled up on himself.
"Don't leave. I wanna find a towel, so I can take care of you properly. Don't wanna half-ass it." Orange just sits still and tries to remind himself of how breathing works. Mox locked the main door quickly, and runs into the attached washroom, coming back to the bed with a damp towel and his jeans back on. He immediately gets back to where he was and climbs on top of Orange to kiss him gently.
"Sorry I didn't plan that part well enough. You need anything else sweetpea? Or can I just clean you up and get you back to my room for the night?" Orange feels himself go bright red.
"...really? Like..you aren't just gonna leave, or force me to leave or anything? And Renee is fine and your boys are fine and everything? I'm not doing anything that is gonna leave someone upset or pissed at me." Mox smiles at him, and Orange can see his chipped tooth glistening in the low light.
"Promise Cippsy. No one, minus us, are gonna have feelings about this...well I mean Yuta might, but the brat can suck my dick. I'm getting him his other dad back. It'll be fine." Orange smiles back, feeling slightly shy while Mox starts cleaning him up.
"Cippsy?" Orange can't keep the nervous giggles out of his voice. Mox just chuckles back warmly.
"What? I've never heard someone call you that. I wanna have my own thing. Fuckin Taylor stole all the good nicknames for you, so I'm trying to find something he hasn't used." Orange just continues his giggles.
"You could just call me Jim, I might even allow James as long as you don't overdo it. I feel like everyone knows my "only if you are fucking or financing me" rule, so I dunno how much you'd wanna use that though." Mox gives a predatory smile again.
"Nah I'm flaunting this shit babe. I've been trying to get you to be my new work wife since I killed fuckin Danielson. And like, yeah, I know that's part of the reason you kept saying no. You weren't confident I was gonna actually keep you, or I would use you as an example or something, but I am gonna keep you. I'm gonna keep you cause I like you, I know Renee likes you, and I respect you, even if you piss me off from how hard it is to get you to give a shit." Orange thought about it for a minute, while Mox tossed the rag he'd been using to the side and looks around the room.
Mox wanders around, finding Orange's clothes, and helps him sit up and get dressed. Instead of giving Orange his jean jacket though, he instead wraps his Death Riders hoodie around his shoulders. He keeps holding onto Orange's jacket though. Orange can feel his face burning about it, despite how stupid and corny the action was. Mox zeros in on it and lights up.
"Do I need to do all the other classic dating crap now, babe? Take you for milkshakes or something? Ooh, or I could get'ya cozy in the truck and find a drive in. " Orange can feel his face burning hotter and spreading down his neck. Orange honestly just wanted to cuddle so he could get his brain to chill out again. He didn't know why he felt so out of it either. That was objectively fairly vanilla sex. He feels like he just got whipped with a belt from how fuzzy his head is though. It doesn't help that he nearly always passes out after sex.
"Raincheck maybe? 'ts late. Wanna sleep." He doesn't wanna look Mox in the eyes when he says it, because he doesn't wanna see disappointment flashing across them when there's been nothing but interest and want all night. Mox forced his head back up, and met his eyes.
"Alright babe. Raincheck. Next week before Dynamite, and I'll make it worth your while. Let's say Tuesday night so neither of us can forget or get distracted by the show. Then I also still have time to think and plan out what I wanna do, especially since we are in Sacramento, and I actually know what I can do in Cali." Orange snorts at that last bit, and fights a bit to keep his eyes open.
"You don't have any ideas for Australia? What a shock seeing as neither of us live here." Mox snickers back, clearly excited.
"Yeah yeah, I know, anyway, I should get you to the hotel before you pass out on me, right babe?" Orange feels his face grow hotter.
"Sorry, always get tired after." Orange hopes he spoke clearly enough, barely able to keep the sleepy murmur out of his tone.
"You are fine, don't worry, you are still the hot little creamsicle babe that I want. Even if it means carrying you a little." He finishes that off with a wink, and Orange ducks his head with a little whine. Mox just takes it as an allowance and picks Orange up bridal style, and carries him down the hallways and through the chaos of backstage after the show. It takes about 10 minutes to get to Mox's truck, and Mox loads him into the shotgun side. Then, he yanks a flip phone out of his front pocket.
"Shit I should do that...where's my phone?" Mox immediately yanks Orange's phone out from his back pocket.
"Your bag is in the back, unless you want it at your feet. Need to make sure Yuta already left otherwise I need to give the kid a ride. Pretty sure Marina left with Megan and Penelope and Lena." Orange smiled.
"Yeah, wanted to check on my girls and Mark. Mostly Mark honestly, Willow usually has a rental. Mark usually does the transfers or shuttles that we provide. I dunno if he already left tho." Orange logs into his phone to see a couple missed messages from Toni, and an update from Willow saying they couldn't find him backstage, but that Mark was leaving with them, and to update her if he needed anything. He quickly shoots her a message saying he was good, and that he was sorry to have worried her.
Then Orange shifts to Toni, who had given him shit originally for wandering off, but seemed to understand that he left for a reason, and asking if he was willing to elaborate. Then threre was a couple photos of her and Mina's celebration, which involved a decent amount of Champagne and a hot tub. He sends her an apology as well, deciding instead to be blatant about getting laid. He also explained what he did for their hair match, and that he might end up dating Mox backstage because of everything from the past year, and genuinely just wanting to feel wanted by someone, even if they might toss him for something better. Toni quickly starts typing, stops, then starts again, before a paragraph appears.
"Well, my darling, that is lovely. I'm glad you've gotten something positive out of everything you've gone through with Jonny. He's truly a character. He does like you though, I can see it in his eyes, he wouldn't hurt you in a way you wouldn't enjoy. I'm glad you are letting yourself have something good though, Citrus Boy. If anyone deserves to be happy, it's you. Please let me know if I can help you with anything." Orange can't stop himself from giggling at that.
"Alright babe, two things. One, what are you laughing at. Two, Yuta went back with Marina so we are good to go unless you are having an issue. Need anything else, sweetpea?" Orange can feel his face go red again.
"Nah my guys are good, girls are back at the hotel. And for the first thing, well, let's just say Toni texted me." Mox chuckles.
"Oh lord, what'd she say?" Orange just hands the phone over, letting him read it.
"Hey, nice, she actually has faith in me. That's sweet. I'm not gonna just get ridda you like that though sweetpea. Took a lot of thought and deliberation before everyone decided to turn on Bryan. That wasn't impulse. You'd have to fuck up repeatedly and noticeably to a point where I'd even consider it. Bryan was gonna kill himself if I didn't do it for him. You aren't. Completely different situations. I'm keeping you as long as you will let me keep you." Orange can feel himself flush down to his chest, bright all over again.
"Yeah, okay, fair enough, I guess. Thank you. Can we head out now? I'm not gonna be up much longer." Mox just smirks.
"Gonna be up long enough for fast food? There's a burger place open to 1 really close by, looks cheap and shit." Orange snorts
"Yeah sure, fuck it, need carbs. We are going to bed after though." Mox smiles wide.
"Done and done babe. Your wish is my command." Mox quickly yanks out of his parking spot and zooms out of the lot like someone owes him money. They get to the burger place in under five minutes, and Orange whispers his order to Mox to repeat to the cashier, and manages to pull his wallet out before Mox and pays for their food. It takes roughly 15 minutes for them to get their food. Mox parks himself in a secluded corner booth of the place, and gestures for Orange to sit beside him. He does, and immediately gets a hand on his thigh and a burger in his hands. Orange can almost smell it dripping ketchup and blacks out for a moment, devouring the first half without much thought. Mox eats at roughly the same pace, polishing his burger and moving on to the mix of fries and onion rings slightly faster than Orange had.
They finish up, and Mox tidies everything up, before gently pushing him back into the truck, and peeling off out of their lot and towards the hotel. They check in, grab a keycard for Mox's room, and make their way to the third floor. Mox opens the door for both of them, letting Orange go in first. Orange settles himself again, throwing his shirt somewhere else, and silently going through his backpack for his sweats so he could sleep in something more comfortable. Mox wanders around for a bit, putting things in different places while Orange watches him silently from his spot sitting cross-legged on the bed in nothung but his sweats and the hoodie Mox gave him earlier.
"Damn, yeah fuck. That's mine. All fuckin mine babe." Mox growls possessively, and Orange just keeps watching him pace violently around the room.
"Can you figure out whatever you are doing in the morning? I'm tired. I am in bed. I want to sleep." Mox just relaxes and snorts.
"Fine fine fine just lemme turn the lights off and grab some water for the morning." Mox wanders around for another minute, grabbing a couple more things than he says, before grabbing Orange fron his spot and throwing him towards the headboard. Orange lands with a solid thud on the pillows, and Mox immediately manhandles him under the blanket and into his arms. Orange relaxes into it nearly immediately, accepting the affection and touch as his world goes dark.