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“Dawn?”
Flint’s voice echoed in the darkness as he pushed open the door to Dawn’s Resort Area villa, determined. “Yo, Hotshot! Are you here?”
Volkner peeked over Flint’s shoulder and took cautious steps behind him. “I don’t think she would appreciate us coming into her home unannounced.”
“Well, Volkner, I don’t particularly appreciate her defeating us twice,” Flint replied, slightly bitterly. Volkner hid a chuckle behind his hand, watching the outlines of Flint’s annoyed expression in the dark. “There’s lots of space in here! Besides, she used our prize money to buy all the furniture. We’ve got a right to lounge here.”
Flint stepped forward, squinting through the darkness as Volkner closed the door behind them. The darkness suddenly vanished, replaced with a warm bright glow from the skylights in the ceiling.
“Oh, wow. She upgraded the lights,” Volkner mused, studying the ceiling with interest. “They’re automatic.”
Flint rolled his eyes, knowing he had lost Volkner’s attention. He buried his hands in his pants pockets and took in the grand view. The massive single-story villa located in the famed Resort Area was the most enviable home on the whole island. There were rich chestnut wood floors that were so shiny Flint could see his face in them, and ornate crown molding at the high and low points of the freshly painted walls. Everything looked miraculously expensive.
While Volkner was still inspecting the skylights, Flint took his time walking around like he was in a store, in mild surprise that Dawn had amassed such a lavish furniture collection.
“How does she afford all this?” Flint asked, more to himself than Volkner. He gazed at an opulent tea set proudly displayed on the glass dining table, wondering if it had ever been used.
Volkner, distracted by yet even more technology, took his time admiring the details of the speakers. “Wow, this is really high-tech.” He took out his phone and began typing away in his Notes app.
“I heard this used to be that rich dude from Hoenn’s place,” Flint said, eyeing an impressive bookstand. “The Silph Company’s trust fund baby.”
“What rich dude?” Volkner finally tuned in, half-listening to Flint, half-distracted by the room’s many treasures. “Oh, you mean Steven Stone? The Champion?”
“I guess,” Flint shrugged. “Can’t believe he let this place go!”
Volkner hummed quietly, getting distracted by a grand ticking clock posted on the wall. “I wonder how Dawn got it.” After a few moments, he turned around, watching Flint across the living room being just as nosy as he was.
“Flint, we should make this quick. Let’s just take a nap and get back to training. I feel guilty about being here, you know.” Volkner’s voice echoed in the background, but Flint was too distracted by the sparkling grand piano in front of him. He sat down, facing it.
Suddenly improvising as Beethoven, Flint grinned maniacally before smashing his hands across the keys, convulsing his whole body while he did so.
The sight was so stupid, Volkner couldn’t help but laugh. He began walking over, amused despite himself, and placed a hand on Flint’s shoulder. “Wow. Why didn’t you become a composer instead?”
Flint stopped playing, quiet for a few moments before speaking in a serious tone. “Okay, I know this one.” Departing from his former theatrics, he gingerly reached out with his fingers to hit a key. He hit the same one twice, before moving to the one to the right of it, and then back again.
Volkner heard Flint quietly humming a few notes before hitting the piano keys again. Concentrated and hesitant, he carefully pressed down on a few more.
“You’re playing Happy Birthday?” Volkner asked when he finally recognized the tune, taking a seat beside Flint. He watched his hands move slowly over the keys.
“I think this is the only song I know,” Flint said. He pressed down on the wrong key, cursed under his breath, and tried again. In a strange way, Volkner found his seriousness both ridiculous and endearing.
As Flint hesitated with the last few keys, he quietly sang, “Happy birthday to you,” under his breath, trying to correspond the notes with the right keys. After struggling for a few seconds, he was about to try again when Volkner reached over with both hands, finishing the song deftly.
“Happy birthday to you,” Volkner quietly finished. He smirked at Flint as he looked up.
“You stole my grand solo!” Flint shouted, glowering at him.
“I expect future performances.”
“That’s the only song I know on piano,” Flint said, frowning. “Hey! Did you learn piano when you were younger?”
“No, that’s the only song I know, too.” He poked Flint’s nose. “You would’ve known if I had. We literally grew up together.”
Flint’s face scrunched up when Volkner poked him. “I don’t know! Maybe I don’t know everything about you!”
“Unfortunately, I think you do,” Volkner sighed, gently tapping at a few keys. Flint let out a laugh at his obvious displeasure.
“Ah, come on,” Flint said, beginning to grin. “There’s gotta be something I don’t know about you, Volk.”
As Flint casually draped his arm around Volkner’s shoulders, he felt his cheeks flare up. How embarrassing. Luckily for Flint, Volkner was also in a flirtatious mood. He leaned into him and teased, “Well, only recently have you started learning about my sexual preferences.” He tried to hide a small smile but failed, playfully drumming his fingers against Flint’s thigh.
Flint tossed his head back and laughed while Volkner’s lips twisted upwards again, silently proud.
“Well,” Flint asked, his voice just as teasing, “D’you think you know everything about me?”
“I don’t think. I know.” Volkner smirked again.
“Nuh uh,” Flint protested. “You’re just learning about my sexual preferences too.”
“I thought you were into anyone who moves,” Volkner shot back. He let out a surprised laugh when Flint withdrew his arm. “Hey!”
Flint couldn’t stay offended for too long. Feeling playful, he wrapped his arms around Volkner from behind. “If that were true, I would’ve gone for you a long time ago.”
“Yeah, it did take you a while,” Volkner chastised him, letting himself be embraced. He snickered, brushing his fingers against Flint’s jaw as he looked over his shoulder at him. “You’re lucky that I’m still into you.”
“Pretty lucky,” Flint agreed, lowering his face to place a kiss on the back of Volkner’s neck. He noticed Volkner’s skin flush, all the way to the tips of his ears. Wanting to instigate further, Flint pressed his lips into the crook of his shoulder. Immediately, Volkner’s shoulders shot up to his ears.
“Stop that,” Volkner hissed in his seat, face flushed. “That’s sensitive.”
“I know,” Flint grinned, kissing the area again. Volkner pressed his lips into a tight line and tried his best to stay silent.
Flint hummed quietly, enjoying Volkner’s proximity and the intimacy, appreciating the break in their day for them to enjoy a moment to themselves. He and Volkner knew how to act around each other in front of other people, but only recently had they started exploring the intimate side of their relationship. Every touch was somewhat thrilling; it was fun discovering their favorite spots.
Volkner was gritting his teeth together, trying to act unfazed, but his breathing was noticeably growing labored. At least Flint wasn’t looking at him. Each kiss in between his neck and shoulders threatened to make his back arch. He was already trembling a bit in his arms; the embarrassment just frustrated him further.
By the looks of it, Flint was forgetting that the purpose of their break-in was to quickly re-energize and nap before training some more. Volkner sat up straight, making Flint open his eyes. He shifted to face Flint, his expression irritated as he leaned back against the piano.
“If you’re going to do all that, you might as well just kiss me,” Volkner snapped, looking off to the side to avoid the other man’s gaze.
Flint raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Oh.” He paused before twisting his lips into a devious smile, leaning into Volkner’s face, trying to get him to look. “I was kind of hoping for that.”
Seeing Flint smile in his peripheral vision, Volkner couldn’t help but lift his eyes to meet his gaze, his cheeks growing redder. Wanting to stop Flint in his tracks, he abruptly leaned in, hands roughly pulling at his collar as he closed the distance between their faces.
Eagerly, Flint returned his kiss, with perhaps a bit more force than Volkner had expected. It made him feel hot all over, knowing that Flint wanted him too. He felt like putty in his grasp, shy over how submissive he felt.
He bit down and tugged on Flint’s lower lip, trying to gain the upper hand, slipping his tongue through his parted mouth. Volkner felt Flint lightly gasp against his lips and felt smug; he opened his eyes in the slightest.
As if on cue, Flint slowly opened his eyes, noticing Volkner watching him with a hazy look in his eyes. He knew the look. And the more he tasted his tongue, the hazier his eyes grew.
Flint grasped Volkner’s face in his hand, his thumb brushing against his cheek as he slowly began pulling away. Volkner was watching him cautiously, trying to figure out his next move, eyes widening once Flint withdrew the kiss but kept their tongues connected. Flint watched with satisfaction as a deep scarlet washed all over Volkner’s previously triumphant face, pushing his cheek with his thumb as he inched further away, until the saliva between their tongues broke.
It was only a few seconds until what was left of his control snapped.
Volkner pushed himself up, hands smashing into a few piano keys as he lifted himself into Flint’s lap, straddling his legs around him. The action startled Flint, knowing Volkner had been trying to be the responsible one of the two of them, but it looked like that no longer was the case.
“Shut up,” Volkner hissed after reading Flint’s expression, flinging his arms around his neck. Flint opened his mouth to protest when Volkner crashed their lips together again, this time not even bothering to tease his tongue in. His blue eyes grew half-lidded, tasting his tongue as openly and lasciviously as he could, satisfied when Flint finally closed his eyes.
Flint let Volkner take control of the kiss while his hands gripped his waist, pleased it was within reach. In between increasingly sloppier kisses, the hem of Volkner’s shirt rose higher and higher. Appreciatively, Flint tightened his grip, the edges of his fingers just barely brushing against the waistband of Volkner’s briefs. He heard Volkner’s breath hitch, satisfied with himself.
Volkner pulled away just enough to ask a question against his lips, his voice breathy and unfocused. “What are you doing?”
Flint smirked. “What are you doing?” he asked, kissing him between words before capturing his tongue hungrily.
“Mmph—”
Volkner closed his eyes again, unable to pull himself away, letting him take over the kiss as his hands got lost in his curls.
A pleased sound escaped Flint’s mouth at the feeling. That was where he was sensitive, and Volkner was beginning to learn that, too. It turned him on much more than he would like to admit, and at this rate, neither one of them seemed close to stopping.
Flint’s hands dipped lower and lower until they slid slowly down Volkner’s spine, fingers taking firm hold of the humble curvature of Volkner’s backside over his jeans, groping each cheek in his hands. Volkner pulled away from the kiss to try and protest, but it felt too good, leading him to accidentally slip out a moan.
“Fuck...” Volkner hissed as his head fell back, giving Flint access to his neck, where he began planting hungry kisses up and down his throat. Out of desperation and annoyance at his dissipating self-control, a whine left his lips again, prompting Flint to grip his ass harder.
Not only was it getting more difficult to hold back, but it was also getting much more challenging for Flint to hide his obvious arousal. Volkner slowly rocked his hips back and forth, beginning to fantasize about riding him. Inconveniently for Flint, he insisted on stimulating an increasingly uncomfortable area of his lap.
Predictably, it was only a matter of time before Volkner gasped and abruptly pulled away, thanks to the “surprise”. He knew. This time, Flint’s face was bright red with embarrassment.
“How did you get so stiff?!” Volkner's cheeks flared, looking down at Flint’s lap and covering his mouth in surprise.
“Yeah, well, it’s your fault!”
“Excuse me?! Who’s the one who started this?”
“You’re literally just as hard! Look down.”
Flustered and annoyed, Volkner narrowed his eyes at Flint. “I don’t need to look down – I know!”
Flint sighed, exasperated. Distractedly, and since his hands were already there, he continued squeezing and pulling at Volkner’s rear over his jeans. Aroused by the attention, Volkner arched his lower back in return, urging Flint to grapple at him more. Flint’s heart was pounding in his ears, and the sound of Volkner’s quickened breaths weren’t doing anything to help him calm down. “What a bother. If only we could somehow… rectify this.”
At the suggestive tone of Flint’s voice, Volkner grabbed Flint’s face to meet him eye-level, gazing disappointedly.
Flint tried to fight his growing smile but ended up laughing. To Volkner’s dismay, it was incredibly charming to watch. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
Volkner intensified his glare. More than anything, he was annoyed Flint dragged him into the same desperately horny state. That said, the blooming heat in his core ached for more attention.
“Sorry,” Flint whispered, unable to stop his grin. “You can call me irresponsible.”
“You are irresponsible.”
“But I’m your favorite kind of irresponsible,” Flint cheekily smiled, gazing up into Volkner’s eyes, seeing past his façade. He lowered his head to gently nip at his jawline, causing Volkner to turn his face away, releasing an unsteady breath.
“So… Volkner?”
“Ugh…” Volkner shut his eyes tight, mentally cursing at himself for succumbing to pleasure so easily. “What?!”
“…Can I?”
Volkner opened his eyes, planning to say no, but failing once he caught Flint’s gaze. He let out an overdramatic sigh before leaning in, resting their foreheads together.
“You’re going to hell for getting me so riled up here of all places.” While Volkner tried to maintain a steely gaze, Flint watched as Volkner’s resolve disappeared with each passing second.
Swallowing thickly, Volkner finally said, “Just… make it quick.” His face flushed after he said it.
Volkner wouldn’t admit it, but he was relieved Flint spoke up first. It wasn’t like he was having an easy time restraining himself, either.
Flint gave his backside an appreciative squeeze and, with immediacy, withdrew his hands to undo his own pants. He let out a pleased sigh once his erection was freed from the clothing, attracting Volkner’s interest. Flint reached in between his lap, where Volkner’s thighs wrapped around his waist, and felt his way down to Volkner’s zipper. Volkner didn’t dare look down; the danger of messing around somewhere he wasn’t supposed to only added to his exhilaration, though he’d rather die than ever say it out loud.
The feeling of exposed air on his erection, combined with Flint’s hand beginning to grasp at him made Volkner moan. Flint curiously looked up to watch his face; Volkner tried to shoot him a threatening look, but failed.
“Sorry,” Flint lied, his grin wide.
“You’re not.”
“Well, you’re right.” With one hand slipping back down to grab at Volkner’s ass, Flint’s other hand went in between their thighs, tugging and rubbing both of their erections in his palm. The sensation caused Volkner to hiss, and he tipped his head back again, not wanting Flint to see the absolute look of ecstasy on his face as he cried out towards the elegant ceiling.
Flint’s own breath was getting shakier. He dug his face into the crook of Volkner’s shoulder, where sweat was beginning to build up on his skin. The feeling of Flint’s mouth pressed against the area made Volkner practically whimper. He withdrew a hand from around Flint’s neck to grip the base of their erections, pumping along against Flint’s strokes.
“F-fuck,” Flint groaned, looking down to watch Volkner’s hand. The tip of his own erection was already dripping with precum, and knowing – hearing – that Volkner was just as turned on as he was made him grow harder. Admittedly, his own conscience didn’t feel too good about doing it here of all places, but the reward was just not worth passing over.
“Kiss me now,” Volkner whined, his cock twitching eagerly in Flint’s hand. He immediately released a pleased moan against Flint’s lips once his wish was granted.
Their combined heat paired with the exhilaration of the setting made the seemingly simple kiss turn passionate. Volkner was adamant about keeping his lips against Flint’s the whole time to try and tame his sounds, though it wasn’t really working. The tense throbbing in between his thighs was coming to a head, and he realized he had to act fast if he wanted to get what he needed.
Volkner loosened himself out of his grasp. Flint watched, eyes lighting up as Volkner lowered himself to the floor, balanced on his knees.
“What are you doing?” Not that Flint had any strict reservations, but it was still a surprising sight, nonetheless. So much for being the guilty party all along.
“Hmm.” Volkner was plotting, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Surely enough, he coyly lifted his blue irises, savoring the surprise in Flint’s grey ones as he leaned forward in his lap, gripping his erection with both of his hands. Flint’s breath hitched, and Volkner’s smirk reappeared. With an innocent tone, he taunted, “I’m just helping you recover, Mr. Elite Four.” Volkner’s breaths against his flesh were sensations in themselves, making his cock twitch.
Looking up at Flint through his eyelashes, Volkner lowered his face to begin licking, making pleased, soft sounds as he lapped up the pre-cum pooling at the very tip, watching the mix of fluids running down his shaft. Flint would never get sick of how greedy and eager Volkner would become; it was always a sight to behold, and never one he took for granted, watching his boyfriend’s exceptionally pretty face get streaked with ribbons of saliva and his own scandalous mess.
Flint’s mind would unabashedly revisit the way Volkner would slurp him down as appreciatively as possible, simultaneously pumping with his deft hands and dribbling his saliva to make everything slippery and hyper-sensitive. Flint sometimes liked to tease Volkner afterwards that it looked like he was enjoying the best meal of his life; today’s brilliant work was no exception.
Volkner knit his brows together, closing his eyes as he tried to take him into as throat as deeply as he could. His face flushed again, almost gagging as he hit his limit, and gripped the base of Flint’s erection while he slowly released the snug hold of his mouth. Volkner appreciatively sucked the dripping tip a few more times as his thumbs pressed and rolled against his balls, encouraged by Flint’s haphazard breathing.
Flint closed his eyes and tipped his head back, eyes closed blissfully as Volkner wrapped his lips around his length again, bobbing with his throat. “I’m so lucky,” Flint sighed, his voice almost breaking.
With his mouth full, Volkner responded, “At least you know it.”
The hum and vibration of Volkner’s voice heightened his pleasure. Flint’s hand gripped the back of Volkner’s head, tugging his blonde hair from the roots and sighing appreciatively while he continued his exemplary work. Volkner let out his own moan from that, thanking Flint by being extra loud as worked him off.
Flint’s restrained groan, which sounded more like a low growl, cued Volkner in. It was about time, and by the way his cock twitched in his mouth, it was certainly mutually beneficial timing.
Volkner slowly released his hold, massaging with his hands as he slowly let go. He licked his lips before standing up, ignoring Flint’s inquisitive expression. Flint was trying to catch his breath, confused at his actions as he watched Volkner turn his back to him.
“Hey!” Flint called as Volkner stepped away. “Volk, where are you—”
Gradually, it became apparent what Volkner was trying to do when he leaned forward against a very expensive looking couch, just a few feet away from the piano. Still facing away from Flint, he stuck out his ass and pushed down his pants in one swoop, kicking them down until they were pooled around his ankles.
The line between reality and Flint’s dreams grew thinner and thinner as Volkner reached his hands back, grabbing and pulling his cheeks apart for a certain Elite Four’s very private viewing.
Flint gulped, wanting to pinch himself in disbelief at the glorious sight before him, his face unbelievably hot. “I…”
“Why do you think I prepared you so thoroughly? Might as well go all the way,” Volkner teased, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Flint’s bright red face. “Come on, hurry up. Before I change my mind.”
Volkner’s libido was often more unpredictable than Flint was used to, so he virtually made it a point to never reject Volkner’s advances whenever they came up. It was fairly easy, considering Flint almost always remained raring to go at all times. Still, with such a generous offer, he had to ask for his own peace of mind. “Are you sure?”
“Yes already,” Volkner snapped. He lowered his stance against the couch, poking himself out for Flint. He turned his gaze to look back at him again over his shoulder, daring him. Volkner inclined to hurry up the process, pushing his fingers into his flesh and spreading his cheeks for him again. Volkner had to admit, the lewd act itself turned him on further; he gazed at Flint lustfully while he pulled, baring himself to him as his own erection stiffened.
Flint released his last guilty sigh before fully tossing his resolve and walking over to Volkner, his own pants dropping around his ankles. He pressed his hips forward, his hardness poking against Volkner’s lower back, prompting him to lift his ass and capture his erection between his cheeks. Volkner couldn’t help but smirk, hearing Flint gasp quietly behind him.
Volkner reached back and grabbed Flint’s hands, guiding them up the front of his shirt, sighing as he ran them slowly over his chest. “Ugh, I’m practically begging… Please.”
Of course, the whole world had no idea Volkner enjoyed being so bratty when he was horny. Flint did though, and that always gave him a thrill. He rubbed Volkner’s nipples in between his fingers, kissing the back of his neck as he rubbed the head of his cock against his entrance. Modest as his ass was, it never got any less lewd for Flint watching Volkner so unabashedly spread himself out for his girth. His comfort and desire were palpable in how easily his muscles relaxed at the welcome, letting his tight heat ease into wrapping around his length.
Flint was biting against the crook of Volkner’s shoulder now, his hips shuddering as he tried to ease his way inside, careful not to move too quickly. Volkner threw his head back, moaning openly as he was slowly filled, fully in Flint’s control as his walls gripped around his hardness. It stretched him out in a way that let him know he’d probably be a little sore tomorrow, but there was a deep, aching throb inside of him that needed to be addressed and released with urgency.
“Oh—” A guttural sound escaped Volkner’s lips and his expression twisted, ecstasy beginning to paint his features as he felt Flint sink further inside him. It almost embarrassed him, how easily his body accepted him; he couldn’t imagine being so vulnerable with anyone else, and for it to feel even half as good. Releasing an unexpected moan, he pushed his ass out more, taking in more of his length.
Flint watched Volkner sink down onto his erection, the pleasure of the sight encouraging him to begin rocking his hips. His walls gripped around him tight and hot, and Flint resisted the urge to grab his hips and pound away without abandon. One hand gripped Volkner’s hip while the other wrapped around his erection, prompting a needy moan from the man beneath him.
It could almost make Volkner laugh; he’d watch Flint become equally as serious and passionate during battles. The focus and drive were similar, and the movements were calculated, optimized. Volkner knew it would boost Flint’s ego too much if he ever admit how much he loved watching him fuck.
In an act of unadulterated lust, Volkner lowered himself so he was face down on the couch, cheeks once again being spread out with his hands. The gracious view kicked up Flint’s drive several notches, and his thrusts picked up stride, rhythmically until Volkner’s hips began picking up the movements in tandem.
Flint pushed Volkner’s shirt up, taking the opportunity to run his tongue down the base of Volkner’s shoulder blades, slipping down his arched back. Volkner’s sounds turned into whimpers at the action, encouraging Flint to thrust harder.
“F-fuck,” Volkner whined, voice high and shaking with Flint’s movements. He reached behind him, only to have Flint grip his wrists and lock him in a hold as he relentlessly picked up the pace. Flint received several appreciative groans in response.
Dutifully, Flint drove his thrusts deeply as Volkner cried out louder, the sound of their skin slapping together getting faster. Volkner’s walls were already clenching and spasming, though part of him was doing it consciously, knowing it drove Flint crazy. It worked, and Volkner grinned at the guttural groans erupting from behind him.
Flint struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to look at the view while also trying to submerge himself in pleasure. He watched as Volkner turned his face, half-pressed into the couch they found themselves against.
“Turn around,” Flint spoke between movements. “I wanna look at you.” He placed a hand on Volkner’s lower back, holding him down as he pulled himself out slowly, still painfully erect. Volkner turned around, a flirtatious smile lingering on his lips from the command. He always craved his eyes on him, particularly during their intimate activities, so the command was well accepted.
Volkner leaned back against the couch and spread himself for Flint’s viewing, another warm rush swirling in his core at the look on his face. Grabbing Flint’s hand, he brought his fingers to his own lips, kissing them. Flint teased his fingers into Volkner’s mouth, watching as he started to suckle at the fingertips, knowing it always drove him to his limit.
The sight reinvigorated Flint; he sunk his fingers into Volkner’s mouth and drank in the image of him sucking down, releasing moans from the back of his throat as Flint eased his erection back inside. His walls eagerly welcomed him, gripping with force as Flint’s hips beckoned forward. Volkner moaned loudly, his sounds quickly being muffled by Flint’s fingers. In response, he wrapped his lips around them, sucking with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes as he met Flint’s heated gaze.
Flint tilted his hips, his thrusts getting deeper with Volkner’s growing comfort. He watched as Volkner’s erection twitched with each thrust, unable to wait too long before reaching out and palming his length, pre-cum spreading itself in his hand. The attention prompted a shuddery moan from Volkner, who writhed beneath his body and cried out for more.
Teasingly, Flint withdrew his fingers from Volkner’s mouth, pressing his fingertips into his hips as he moved. Volkner looked up at him, eyes shiny and mouth open for desperate contact. He stuck out his tongue, urging Flint to lean forward and capture his lips into a deep kiss, their sounds quickly muffled.
Volkner’s legs splayed haphazardly in the air, wanting to take in as much of Flint as possible. Flint lifted his legs over his shoulders, his hips rolling into him faster now that he was even more exposed. Flint broke the kiss to listen to Volkner’s sounds, aroused beyond belief. Volkner’s cries morphed into broken whines as Flint’s thrusts reverberated through his body, clearly aiming to leave a limp in his step. He didn’t seem to mind at all, though; in fact, the way he gripped at Flint’s back and the expensive sofa pillow behind his head said otherwise.
It was getting more difficult for Flint to stay in control. His hips were slamming forward at their own accord, and the sound of Volkner’s ass slamming against his thrusts added to his ecstasy. His breath came out ragged and broken, low moans escaping his throat.
“Please,” Volkner whined, his eyes shut tight as Flint tried to push in even deeper. He tossed his head back against his pillow, and more wanton moans fell out of his mouth, unabashed and desperate. “Please— Please, Flint,” he cried out, his ankles visibly trembling. “Keep going.”
“I’m gonna cum,” Flint managed, his head tipping back in restrained pleasure as he tried to keep his hips moving. He craved the finish; how hot and slippery it felt, how slick it would feel and how each thrust was teetering him off the edge. Volkner’s cock throbbed in his hand, twitching like he was about to burst. “F-fuck, Volkner—where should I—”
“Inside,” Volkner immediately said, pushing his ass down against his thrusts, taking him in deep and trying to prompt him to cum sooner so he wouldn’t have to first. “Inside me now.”
“Ugh,” Flint nearly whimpered, the command itself threatening to unravel him. With all his strength, he asked, “What about the mess?”
“I don’t caaaaare,” Volkner’s voice shook with each thrust, the desperation apparent, taunting Flint. He had lost his ability to speak properly, moaning as he begged. Flint was thrusting inside him so deeply, he could almost feel it in his stomach. “Give—it—now—”
He didn’t have to urge him again. Flint gritted his teeth and lost his pace, hips moving until they couldn’t, as the sweet bliss of orgasm finally unraveled the unbearable tension in between his legs. Groaning loudly, knowing it turned Volkner on, he trembled as he thrusted, spilling his warmth inside of him and feeling his walls clamp down.
The act itself was so erotic, it never failed to push Volkner over the edge. He practically grinned as his own orgasm was triggered, his semen spilling in between their bodies at the long-awaited release. Now, it was all worth it. The divine orgasm was worth all the trouble it took to get in the villa in the first place. Nothing compared. Volkner would search for any excuse in the world to justify it.
Their breaths echoed in the stately living room, not yet reminding them of where they were. Flint was comforted by the sound of Volkner’s breathing, sounding as labored as he was. He tucked his face into the crook of Volkner’s neck, taking in his scent affectionately, trying to catch his breath. He felt an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for Volkner grace his emotions in the post-orgasm haze, smiling in the moment.
Volkner slowly opened his eyes, realizing he’d have to clean up but refusing to get too bothered by it. He couldn’t really be too bothered by anything at the moment, regardless.
Flint lifted his face from Volkner’s neck and looked down at him, a shameless smile on his face.
Volkner deadpanned. “Well, at least try to look guilty.”
Flint laughed, his cheeks flushed, not looking ashamed in the least. Despite his chastising, Volkner pushed himself up to kiss Flint, smiling against his lips. He pulled at the collar of Flint’s shirt, which, to his surprise, was still on. “Get me a towel.”
“I got it,” Flint responded against his lips. He briefly looked down, gripping his length and carefully pulling himself out without making too much of a mess. Volkner let out a soft sound; the feeling of fullness was already missed, much to his embarrassment. He’d often joke to Flint that it was a blessing he lacked a uterus; the pregnancy scares would be unimaginably frequent.
Pushing himself up and off Volkner with his arms, Flint managed to stand up, turning and walking towards the kitchen area as his pants dragged around his ankles. Volkner leaned his elbows against the couch, face blushing as he looked down, realizing just how messy they had been. He refused to think too much about how slick and wet his insides felt; he could definitely go for another round, but it would be best to wait for later.
Holding a handful of paper towels, Flint approached Volkner, wiping down his own stomach before helping him. “How do you feel?”
“How do you think I feel?” Volkner replied, straight-faced.
“Dunno. I’m feeling a lot of things right now.” Flint let out a laugh, pulling his pants back up, nearly tripping.
Volkner raised a brow, watching Flint’s lips twist into a mischievous smile. “Such as?”
Flint pulled Volkner’s pants back around his hips, meeting his eyes before continuing. “Kinda guilty. Pretty energized. And you know what? Unfortunately, still kinda horny.”
Volkner looked away. “Me too.” Flint laughed, and he couldn’t help but join in.
“No way! You’re so unpredictable,” Flint sighed dramatically, feigning pain. “You’re the worst.”
Volkner grinned, grabbing Flint’s face in his hands and pressing their noses together. He was glad to have the support of the couch, with his knees trembling and feeling weak after their debauchery. “Guess that means… we should hurry up and finish training so we can get home.”
Flint grinned back, amused at Volkner’s reaction. “Yeah, I mean, that’s all I’m gonna be thinking about anyway—”
The sound of the front door opening echoed in the villa. Volkner tipped his head back to try and look at the door, while Flint followed his gaze, trying to get a peek from behind Volkner and the couch.
There in the doorway were the silhouettes of two figures – one with a short stature, the other with braids. Stepping a few feet inside, the light revealed Candice and Maylene, aghast and horrified at the sight in front of them.
Flint immediately jumped off Volkner and the couch while the girls gaped and screamed. Volkner pushed himself off the couch, dusting off his clothes in a nervous haste.
Maylene balled up her fists at her sides, her mind in the midst of fight or flight. “You guys can’t just come to Dawn’s place to make out!”
“Oh,” Volkner sighed, feeling a wave of relief. “Oh, Flint, that’s all they think w—”
Flint instantly interrupted. “What are you guys even doing here? How do I know you two weren’t coming here to make out?!”
Candice’s jaw dropped. “What—Hey! Don’t flip this around on us! You guys are not supposed to be here!”
“Neither are you!” Volkner shot back.
“We were training, and we came here to just… chill out for a sec,” Flint countered, standing next to Volkner with his arms crossed. “You guys just walked in like you practically own the place!”
Maylene gawked at the two men, looked at Candice, and slowly, a devious expression took hold of her features. “Wow, it’s only so convenient that I just saw Dawn at the Fight Area,” Maylene said. Slowly, Flint and Volkner’s defensive expressions began to shift, growing more fearful as she continued speaking. “Hey Candice, why don’t we ask her ourselves who’s allowed in the villa?”
“That’s a great idea, Maylene—”
“Stop!” Flint exclaimed, knowing that Dawn would immediately take their side first. “Hey! Hey, come back here! Volkner, what do we do?”
“We get there first,” Volkner immediately replied, grabbing Flint’s hand as they began running. At the first step out the door, he turned around to admire the villa, biting the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. Hopefully, it probably wouldn’t be their last glance at it.