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Grian was giggling as Mumbo all but threw him onto the bed, actually bouncing a bit at the landing. In almost an instant, his boyfriend was over him, eyes dark, full of lust. Maybe he should tease him like this more often.
"You've been such a bad little bird, Grian," Mumbo all but growled above him, making the avian below him shiver. "Acting like that, in front of all our friends, couldn't even wait until we got home, could you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Grian lied, unable to hide the mischievous grin creeping onto his face, wiggling beneath the other, thighs rubbing together a little.
The sound of a slap suddenly echoed through the bedroom, Grian letting out a yelp as he felt pain bloom across his thigh.
"You and those bloody shorts," Mumbo hissed, rubbing a hand over the spot that was definitely beginning to turn red under his touch. "Showing off, flaunting in front of everyone, are you some kind of attention whore? I know you didn't have to bend over as much as you were."
Mumbo was absolutely right, and he was giving Grian everything he wanted. "You're so hot when you get jealous," he sighed, melting a little into the pillow, smiling again.
"So it was on purpose," Mumbo scoffed, rolling his eyes a little, but his fingers were already pulling at the hem of Grian's sweater. He'd gotten much better at pulling it over Grian's wings with time and practice. "I can't have been the only one who noticed."
"If they want to look at my ass then fine, it's a nice one," Grian teased, just to hear Mumbo growl again.
"It is. And it's mine," the shorts were tugged off swiftly with the last word, only for Mumbo to be left wordless at what he saw.
Grian licked his lips, squeezing his thighs together again. The bright red lace panties he had been wearing under the shorts all afternoon were finally revealed, and he could feel just how wet the fabric had grown with his slick over the past couple of hours now that it'd been revealed to the cool bedroom air. Slowly, he spread his legs, showing off.
"Do you like it?" He asked softly, feeling oh so exposed like this in front of Mumbo, the other still fully dressed in front of him, aside from the coat which he'd thrown aside as soon as they entered the house.
"Do I like it?" Mumbo repeated, eyes as wide as saucers. His gaze flickered up to Grian's face, which he was sure was as red as his feathers at this point, matching the panties. "I love it," his voice was full of awe, hands gently rubbing up and down the insides of Grian's thighs, making him shiver. "I love you."
Grian whined softly, hiding his face a little in embarrassment as his heart pounded in his chest, faster and faster. "I love you too."
There was the sound of clothes rustling, and when Grian looked again, Mumbo was shirtless and leaning forward to kiss at his neck, nipping gently at the skin there. Grian groaned softly, head falling back to give Mumbo more space.
"Doesn't change the fact that you were a complete brat today though," Mumbo said lowly, making Grian shiver again as his mustache brushed against his skin. "Maybe I should spank you, make your 'nice ass' match those pretty little panties you wore for me."
Grian whined at the thought, hips bucking upwards a little as he bit his lower lip. "Mumboo," he whimpered softly.
"Of course you like that thought, not much of a punishment then, is it?" Mumbo teased him, the bastard. "You're lucky I like spoiling you," and his fingers were tugging down the panties, shifting and pulling them down until they were hanging around one of Grian's ankles, and deliberately left them there.
"So, so pretty for me," Mumbo cooed, sitting back for a moment just to look at Grian, making him whine again.
"You're such a tease," he pouted, wiggling his hips to try and entice the other.
"Like you weren't being a tease all evening," Mumbo scolded him, though leaned down, kissing down Grian's chest, down his stomach, to his hips.
Grian couldn't help but squirm a little, giggling softly at the feeling of Mumbo's mustache tickling his skin, there was a kiss to the crease of his right thigh, making him squirm a little, and then the left. Then nothing. Grian blinked, propping himself up ever so slightly. "Mumbo…?"
An icy jolt hit his heart when he saw why the other had stopped, chest squeezing. A scar, barely noticeable unless you got real close, Grian had hoped it was so faded Mumbo would never realize it was there, and so far he'd been right.
It was right in the divot of his hip, barely the size of a silver dollar, but he knew why it caught Mumbo's attention, the clean circle, the very clear 'SG' in the center, nothing like any of the other messy, criss-crossing scars that littered his body.
He opened his mouth to say something, to distract Mumbo, anything. And then Mumbo gently pressed his thumb down on it.
Grian sobbed, thrashing in the hold of the ropes wrapped around not only his wrists, but also his ankles, holding him in place. The ropes were far too tight, he was sure they were cutting off circulation, he couldn't feel his toes.
His shirt was rucked up to his binder, revealing the pale expanse of his stomach, and his jeans were similarly messily pulled down, leaving him in a state of just enough undress to be embarrassing.
His chest was heaving, he wished that he would at least take off his binder, it hurt to breathe.
"You are such a beautiful sight," words that chilled him to the bone. "You shouldn't cry, you know, it makes your face all red."
"Please- don't- I don't want-" Grian couldn't finish, hearing the fire crackling nearly sent another sob through him.
"Oh, don't worry, pretty little boy," the tone was mocking in a way that Grian couldn't stand. "I'm sure you'll love this, pain always makes you so wet, and you'll be all mine."
"Red- red, red-" Grian gasped, as if he hadn't already tried that. "I'll be good- red-"
"You will be good, pretty boy." He heard the sizzling, hot glowing metal catching Grian's eye, making him try wiggling away again. A sharp exhale left him as the other suddenly stepped on his stomach, leaving him heaving, but otherwise keeping him still.
"N-no-" Grian whimpered, the metal was so hot it felt like it was burning him even as it was being lined up, not even touching him yet. "S-stop- Sa-"
The sudden sizzling of his skin killed his voice, only to cry out loudly in pain instead.
Grian felt his nails digging into Mumbo's wrist before he even thought about moving, having pulled the other's hand away from the mark- from his hip.
"There's nothing there-" Grian choked out, after a moment of Mumbo just looking at him, shocked. He loosened his grip a little, only then realizing just how tightly he was holding onto Mumbo's arm. "There's- There's nothing there," he repeated, his voice stronger, but wavering still.
Mumbo looked as though he were about to say something, mouth opening and closing, kind of like a fish. In any other situation, Grian may have laughed.
He eventually settled on a nod, pushing himself up a bit, hands cupping Grian's cheeks to wipe away tears with his thumbs.
Oh. When had he started crying? Grian let out a little hysterical laugh as he leaned into Mumbo's touch, before suddenly sobbing. "Sorry-" he choked out. "I'm sorry."
"You're okay, darling you're okay." Mumbo's voice was soft, gentle, and Grian felt himself being lifted up, Mumbo shifting and adjusting the two of them until Grian was in his lap, crying into his shoulder.
Vaguely he realized he was probably ruining Mumbo's pants, considering he was still very naked and the other hadn't taken them off yet, but he couldn't bring himself to actually care.
"Grian, angel, my pesky bird," Mumbo was just murmuring softly as he ran a hand up and down Grian's lower back, just below his wings. The action made him relax into Mumbo's hold, calming his breathing too. Eventually, even the tears dried up, the two of them just sitting there, holding each other close.
There were a couple minutes of comfortable silence, before Mumbo eventually spoke, because of course he did.
"Do… Do you want to talk about it, love?"
Grian quickly shook his head, face still hidden in Mumbo's shoulder. No. He never wanted to talk about it. Never wanted to think about it ever again. Wanted to forget those years all together.
"Okay," Mumbo relented easily, which Grian was ungodly grateful for. Though of course he had to continue. "I'm here for you, if you ever do, you know."
Grian took a deep breath, then slowly nodded. "I love you," he croaked out, "sorry."
"No apologies," Mumbo insisted, kissing his temple, the only place he could reach like this. "I love you too, so much."
Some more silence. Grian shifted slightly to get more comfortable on Mumbo's lap, startled slightly by a bitten off grunt caught in the other's throat. He hesitated, then shifted again, and the same sound left Mumbo, escaping a little less bitten off this time.
Another little hysterical laugh. "You're still hard?" Grian asked in disbelief as he finally looked up at Mumbo's face, seeing just how flushed it still was.
Mumbo at least had the decency to look ashamed. "S-sorry, you know- My head might know the difference between, uh, intentional and unintentional crying, but-" He grimaced a little. "It's okay, don't worry about it. I'll go run a bath, walk it off and we can just cuddle."
Grian snorted, a little amused at his boyfriend's attempts to convince him he wasn't a complete horndog. "I love you."
Mumbo blinked, looking a bit startled at the sudden statement. "I… love you too? Is that a yes to the bath then? Because you'll have to let me up if so-oh okay," Mumbo gasped as Grian ground down a little, snickering softly.
"I'll give you a handy if you want," he offered, giving Mumbo the gentlest of smiles. "Or a blowjob, but I gotta be in charge," it wasn't a demand, or even an attempt at dirty talk, just a fact.
"You don't have to," Mumbo insisted, still trying to hold himself together. How noble. "Really, I'll be okay."
"I want to take care of you," Grian said earnestly, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to Mumbo's lips, before mumbling against them. "I could jack you off with the panties, if you want."
The shudder that ran through Mumbo was a good sign, especially paired with his eager nodding and quiet "yes, yes, yes, please."
Grian smiled a little, pulling away and finally climbing off of Mumbo's lap again. "Take off your pants, handsome," he hummed, distracting himself with trying to figure out where the red lace had vanished to during all the commotion.
Eventually he found them just on the floor, and when Grian had turned back Mumbo was already sitting back against the pillows, hard cock out on display as he shifted nervously. Cute.
Grian climbed up onto the bed, settling between his legs and making himself comfortable, watching Mumbo's bright red face as he avoided eye contact.
"Why are you so flustered?" Grian teased gently, watching as Mumbo's eyes snapped to his own at the words. "How many times have we slept together now?"
Mumbo mumbled softly, Grian couldn't make any of it out.
"What was that? Little louder, sweetheart," he hummed, scooting a little closer, watching Mumbo's length twitch.
"You've never just… taken care of me before." He was still mumbling, but at least Grian could hear him now.
The avian hesitated slightly at that. "Is… is that a bad thing?" He asked, his own voice a bit quiet now. Had he been ignoring Mumbo's needs?
Mumbo quickly shook his head at that, looking up with wide eyes. "No, no, void no," and at least he sounded honest, easing that little guilty feeling that had begun creeping up in Grian's chest. "It's just- It's new. You're- you're very clear-headed."
Grian snickered a little, calmed down now. "Ohh I see, worried I'll tease you because I'm not your horny little responsibility?' He teased, just to watch Mumbo go even redder.
"Grian," he whined, avoiding eye contact again. Grian noticed he didn't disagree.
He sighed softly, pleasantly, resting his left hand on Mumbo's hip, thumb gently rubbing at the skin there. He heard the other's breath hitch ever so slightly, and he let out a soft hum.
"Grian…"
"Can you ask for it, please?" He wasn't even teasing. "Just- not asking you to beg or anything, just…"
Mumbo seemed to understand. Grian loved him so much.
"Grian," his voice was soft, full of some wonderful emotion Grian couldn't quite pinpoint, but it was good nonetheless, "please touch me? I want you, if you'll let me."
He let out another pleasant sigh, small smile on his face as he looked up at Mumbo again. Then Grian looked down, focusing on the task at hand.
Carefully he wrapped the lace around Mumbo's cock— not missing the hitched breath and the quiet moan he tried to hold in— and then he wrapped his hand around the lace, making sure he had a good grip before slowly beginning to move.
The moan Mumbo made was almost guttural, throwing his head back as his back arched. It had to be more mental than anything, Grian had been wearing the damn thing and swore it didn't feel that good.
That did not mean he couldn't appreciate the sight, or Mumbo's reactions.
"You're so handsome," he cooed softly, running his thumb over the tip of Mumbo's cock just to watch his hips buck. "I love you so much."
Mumbo only whined in response, seemingly unable to put together proper words. He barely managed "I- I lo-" before breaking off into another loud moan as Grian sped his hand up.
"You really are so gorgeous like this, Mumbo," he continued, his other hand still holding onto Mumbo's hip. "Wish I could have you like this all the time, naked and in bed with me. Maybe we should make a day of it. We don't even have to fuck, though I'm sure you wouldn't complain if we did," Grian chuckled a little at the thought, unsure of how much of this Mumbo was actually catching, and how much of it was going over his head.
"Please," Mumbo groaned, hips bucking up into Grian's hand again, writhing slightly under him. His hands were tightly gripping the sheets, even though Grian hadn't told him he couldn't use them, he was so good.
"So good for me," Grian voiced that thought, leaning up to kiss and nip at Mumbo's throat, feeling his groans against his lips. "Trying so hard to be good, aren't you? It's not often you're submissive for me, I like it a lot," he murmured, before biting down hard.
"Grian!" Mumbo cried out at that, gasping. His back arched, Grian was sure his knuckles were turning white. "Please- oh Grian please!"
Grian took a deep breath, taking in all of the scents around him. Sex was a pretty big one, clearly, the sweat too, but underneath it all he could smell something inherently Mumbo, the same scent he cuddled up to all the time: a mix of his detergent, that redstone scent that inexplicably followed him everywhere even when he hadn't worked with it in forever, whatever cologne he used— Grian always meant to ask what it was, but then it would just be a scent, it wouldn't be Mumbo anymore. He liked it better this way.
"Grian," Mumbo whined pathetically, and Grian realized he had gotten caught up in his thoughts, in the comfort of his boyfriend, who was still uncomfortably hard in his hand.
"What do you need, Mumbo?" Grian pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes, dark and full of arousal.
"Kiss me-" he choked out, making Grian's heart stutter. "Kiss me, please."
So he did.
He leaned forwards, pressing his lips to Mumbo's. It was soft at first, gentle and full of love. Eventually the gentleness faded, Grian nipping at Mumbo's lips, tongue slipping between them as they parted in another moan, tangling with Mumbo's as his hand moved faster and faster.
Mumbo's head fell back in a loud moan as he finally came, hips jerking as Grian reluctantly broke the kiss to watch his face. He pumped him through the orgasm, hand slowing to a stop eventually before Mumbo could be overstimulated— Grian liked that hazy smile on his face far too much.
Mumbo was panting hard, trying to catch his breath as Grian carefully unwrapped the lace, making a little face at the cum seeping through the fabric. Hopefully that would come out. For the time being though he tossed it to the side to pick up sometime later.
"That was… wow," Mumbo breathed out as he finally started to catch his breath. "Should have you dom a bit more often."
Grian snickered softly at that, starting to get up off the bed. "I'd barely call that domming, I'm so gentle."
"But I love it," Mumbo whined softly as Grian's body heat left him. "And I love you."
He leaned down to press a kiss to Mumbo's forehead. "I love you too," he hummed, before standing up again. "I'm going to run the bath, okay?"
"But I'm supposed to be taking care of you!" Mumbo protested, suddenly trying to get up- only to fall back down onto the bed again, legs refusing to cooperate.
Grian laughed at that, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips. "Uh huh, sure. You're not going anywhere yet, big guy. I'll be right back."
Mumbo may have pouted, but didn't try to argue any more as Grian left the room, heading to the bathroom.
The bath was about half full when Mumbo came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Grian's waist and pressing kisses to his shoulders.
Grian hummed softly, relaxing into the hold. "Well hey there, found your legs again?"
"Yeah, you'll have to try harder next time," Mumbo joked, and Grian's thoughts flashed to his harness and toys he hadn't played with in far too long.
"Don't tempt me," Grian teased, turning around in Mumbo's arms and leaning up to kiss him properly.
"You tempt me often enough, why don't I get to tempt you?" Mumbo asked when they finally pulled apart again, but Grian only laughed softly.
The tub was finally full, and Grian shut off the tap, tugging Mumbo towards the tub. "Come, get in, wanna sit in your lap."
"Alright, alright," Mumbo laughed softly, carefully getting into the bubbly water, and reaching up to hold Grian's waist as he got in as well, making sure he wouldn't fall.
He really was the perfect man.
Grian sighed softly, leaning back against Mumbo and making himself comfortable.
Mumbo's arms eventually snaked around his waist, and Grian had a feeling the water was going to go cold before they moved again. He was way too comfy to get clean.
"How are you feeling?" Mumbo asked softly, voice low enough that Grian could feel it rumble in his chest.
"Good," Grian cooed— quite literally, an actual coo escaping him. "Love you."
"I love you too," Mumbo murmured, pressing kisses to Grian's shoulders again, absolutely covering them. "I love you so much."
Another coo left him, far too tired from earlier, and far too relaxed in Mumbo's hold to put together actual words. He knew the other understood though, not worrying too much about it.
He yawned softly, and Mumbo chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Go ahead and nap, pretty bird, I'll wake you before you get all pruney."
Grian let out a soft laugh at the thought, but he felt his eyelids growing heavy. A nap sounded like a really good idea. Mumbo was talking again, but picking up on a couple of words Grian deemed it was to himself, thinking aloud. He smiled slightly, knowing Mumbo knew how much he loved listening to him just talk sometimes. Another yawn, and eventually Grian drifted, more feeling Mumbo's voice in his chest than listening to what he was actually saying.