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It had started, like most things with them did, with an argument. They had gotten back from a mission in the desert, and Chapp had seen Tazu emptying out almost half of the bottle of water he’d taken with him.
“Brian, how the fuck are you alive right now?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” replied Tazu, pulling out a second water bottle that was completely full and dumping it out as well.
“We just spent an entire day in a scorching hot desert, and you drank like 8 ounces of water the whole time? You should be unconscious at this point.” Chapp was genuinely concerned. He knew that Tazu was bad at taking care of himself, but this was a whole new level.
"It’s fine, I’m not even light headed this time,” replied Tazu, and he seemed sincere about it too.
“Tazu. What do you mean this time? Have there been other times you’ve done this? Do I need to get you a doctor?”
“I’m not even that dehydrated, it’ll be fine,” said Tazu, “I’ll just drink like a bottle full tomorrow, and it’ll balance out.”
Chapp wanted to scream. That was not remotely how this worked and Tazu knew it. He needed to get the idiot to drink water, or he was going to end up with a dead boyfriend and a very annoyed captain. But Tazu didn’t do things because you told him to, or because you asked him nicely. Tazu did things out of spite. Exclusively.
How on Earth was he supposed to get Tazu to drink a normal amount of water and think it was his idea?
“I bet you didn’t drink more than that because you’re just unable to,” said Chapp, remembering the other way that you could get Tazu to do something you wanted him to, “I’m sure even if you wanted to drink more than me you couldn’t even get close.”
Tazu was the second most over competitive person he knew (the honour of first place going to himself, obviously) and that meant that competition was one of the most reliable ways to get Tazu to do something. Because if it was a competition, Tazu would think it was his idea to do it, and Chapp would have more trouble getting him to stop than he would actually getting him to drink water.
He was fairly certain this wouldn’t end with Tazu getting water poisoning, he had been a battle medic before, so surely he knew when to stop, but at least this way he would actually be getting something closer to a normal amount of hydration. Chapp wouldn’t even have to change his own habits, since he already drank a decent amount of water, usually sweating most of it out during the day as he trained.
“You’re full of shit!” yelled Tazu, already retreating from the room and wielding both bottles, “Tomorrow, I’m going to prove to you just how much water I can drink, and you’re not going to be even close to that!”
Chapp didn’t really think about their competition all that much that night, too busy with paperwork from their mission to care about his tactics to get Tazu to not die an early death. But Tazu evidently had, because when he left his room that morning to go get breakfast, he was ambushed by Tazu, holding a comically large bottle of water.
"These are gallon bottles," said Tazu, handing it to Chapp, "there's a stash of them in the common room. You can't drink any water from anything else if you want it to count. Whoever drinks the most water today is the winner."
And then he was gone, scurrying off to the mess hall, which meant Chapp was sure he would be seeing him again soon. He made his way across the base, lugging the uncomfortably heavy bottle with him. Why did Tazu have to take this challenge of all of them so seriously?
When he arrived in the mess hall, he saw Tazu sat at a table, a gallon water bottle matching the one in his hands set beside his food, already seemingly half empty. It was a little concerning, but knowing Tazu, he'd already been up since midnight to give himself as much time as possible to win.
Little did the man know that the real winner here was Chapp, who would finally get a day's break from having to harass Tazu into actually taking care of himself - at least in this regard. It was a simple ploy, sure, but an effective one.
Collecting his breakfast, he sat down at the table next to Tazu, bringing an empty glass with him to decant some of the water into. Tazu might be content to drink straight from the unwieldy bottle, but he wasn't.
“Is that your first bottle?” he asked Tazu, watching him chug another few mouthfuls.
“Second,” said Tazu, around mouthfuls, “I’m drinking as much as I can without getting water intoxication, just to make sure you can’t win.”
Chapp just shook his head. He wasn’t sure this was the most sane thing Tazu had ever done for a competition, but it certainly wasn’t the dumbest, so ultimately it wasn’t that much of an issue. Tazu seemed to actually be factoring in his own safety at least, so he’d probably be fine. Probably.
Chapp drank a couple glasses with his breakfast, more than he normally would have, but he needed to put up something of a show, or Tazu might catch on.
“You’re never going to catch up with me,” taunted Tazu, as he downed the last of his bottle, before getting up and leaving the mess hall.
Chapp just shook his head again, pleased he didn’t have to drink anymore than he already had. It was insane, the lengths he had to go to to make sure that Tazu didn’t die, but it was worth it.
At least after this was over, Tazu would probably be rabidly excited enough from winning that the sex would be great, and Chapp would be able to point out how much better Tazu had functioned after actually giving his body what he needed.
Chapp didn’t see much of Tazu that day, which was a surprise. Usually he had to keep his boyfriend away with a stick if he wanted any kind of alone time, but then again, Tazu whilst in the midst of a competition was often an unpredictable beast.
It was supposed to be their weekly movie night today, but after Tazu's absence, Chapp hadn't been expecting him to show up. And yet, right as 7pm rolled around, Tazu was knocking on his door, two full bottles of water in hand.
"Wasn't sure you were coming," said Chapp, as Tazu climbed beside him on the bed, "you've been so busy all day drinking your bodyweight in water."
"Just because I'm going to absolutely destroy you at this doesn't mean I need to miss out on our movie," said Tazu, "now, what are we watching?"
It was Chapp's turn to choose, which meant that whatever it was would be actually bearable, and not some shitty action flick riddled with inaccuracies, or a kids movie with a soundtrack that sounded like the devil itself had composed it.
Chapp pulled open Netflix on his phone, scrolling through the selection absently as he waited for it to pair with their projector. They weren't technically allowed to have it, but regulations had never stopped them before, and it definitely wasn't the most egregious violation they'd committed. And it meant they could have their date nights alone in Chapp's room, instead of in the common space, where anyone could walk in and bear witness to it.
Price hadn't mentioned the sudden appearance of the projector after he walked in on them getting a little too excited one movie night.
Eventually he settled on an old favourite - The Castle - only a little in part because Tazu always complained when he did. The man was gulping down more water, and Chapp wondered if he was going to spend the whole movie like that. At least he didn’t feel the need to pay the film too much attention, having seen it so many times, so Tazu distracting him wouldn’t be too much of an issue.
“God, not this one again,” complained Tazu when he finally stopped drinking and looked up at the wall where the movie was being projected, “It’s not even that funny!”
“Shut up, Tazu, you can pick one of your shitty movies next week.”
Tazu just huffed, leaning into Chapp as the film began. As much as he complained every time they watched it, Tazu still laughed an awful lot. Chapp was pretty sure he just didn’t want to be called on enjoying a film he’d decided he wouldn’t like before he’d seen it the first time.
Chapp found himself distracted by the movie, his attention only being pulled away by the sounds of Tazu drinking more water every so often. After a while, Tazu started squirming, but despite the obvious cause, he didn’t stop drinking water.
“You doin’ alright there, buddy?” he asked eventually, unable to focus on the movie with Tazu wriggling in his lap.
“M’fine,” replied Tazu, “just bored. Go back to your stupid movie.”
“You’ve clearly already won the challenge, Tazu, you can stop drinking water now.”
“I don’t trust you,” said Tazu, “how do I know you haven’t got a bunch of empty bottles hidden somewhere waiting to be revealed?”
“Fine,” sighed Chapp, knowing there was no stopping Tazu when he had set his mind to something, “you could at least go to the bathroom though, stop you squirming around so much.”
“I’m fine ,” protested Tazu, “I don’t need to go.”
“I can pause the movie for you.”
“I don’t even care about the movie, can we just-” Tazu’s complaint was cut off by a weak noise, as Chapp pressed gently against his bladder.
“Can you just accept you need to go pee?” asked Chapp.
“Don’t- Don’t need to, gonna be fine,” said Tazu, teeth gritted as Chapp didn’t let up the pressure.
“This is ridiculous, Brian, just-” and then Chapp was the one being cut off. He had pressed just a tiny bit harder, not even thinking about it, and Tazu had let out a high pitched whine.
The man’s face went bright red, and he tried to scramble away, but he was trapped between Chapp’s leg and his hand.
“Are you getting off on this?” asked Chapp, genuinely surprised, although he didn’t know why. Tazu seemed to get off on practically everything.
“N-No.” stuttered out Tazu, but the lie was obvious, and they both knew it.
“In that case,” said Chapp, a plan already forming in his mind, “let’s keep watching the movie.”
Tazu responded with a weak nod, the squirming finally stopping. Finally, Chapp could watch his movie in peace.
After a little while, Chapp noticed that Tazu hadn’t drunk any more water. That wouldn’t do. Without moving the hand that was pressing against his bladder and holding him in place, Chapp reached over for the bottle Tazu had been drinking from, popping open the lid and bringing it to the other man’s lips.
“Gotta stay hydrated, right Tazu?” he said, watching Tazu’s eyes widen in realistion.
Hesitantly, he brought his lips to the bottle, and Chapp tilted it back, watching hungrily as Tazu drank what he was given. He let him drink for a little longer than the man seemed comfortable, his last few gulps half choking as he tried to keep up with the increasing flow of the water, before he pulled the bottle away, watching as Tazu chased it for a moment.
“All that to drink and you’re still thirsty?” he teased, and Tazu flushed red again, hiding his face against Chapp’s shoulder.
He let him be for a while after that, returning his attention to the movie until he felt enough time had passed. And then he reached for the bottle again.
This time, Tazu squirmed in his lap, eyes fixed on the bottle before it had barely moved. Chapp was already having far too much fun with this, and it had barely even started.
“ Please ,” begged Tazu, but Chapp was pressing the bottle to his lips before he could finish the sentence. It didn’t matter what he was going to ask for anyway, it wouldn’t change things.
He tipped the bottle back, and Tazu drank the water down, unable to do anything else or he’d end up choking on it. Chapp liked Tazu like this, when he was too busy being nice and pliant for him to behave like the annoying little shit he so often was.
Tazu kept squirming in his lap, even after he set the bottle down again, and Chapp pressed just a touch harder down against his bladder to keep him in place. Tazu stilled shockingly fast, and when Chapp glanced down, he saw a wet spot forming on Tazu’s pants.
Tazu’s face was buried into his shoulder, a pathetic little whine muffled by it as Chapp released the pressure on his bladder.
“Awww, did you drink too much water baby?” Chapp teased, and Tazu just shook his head against his arm.
“You sure you don’t need to use the bathroom?”
“Don’t need to!” insisted Tazu, pulling away from his arm in his best attempt at looking stern. It wasn’t working.
“Okay then, but I won’t ask again before the movie’s over, m’kay?”
Tazu just harrumphed, arms crossing in a childish display of anger. Chapp only tugged him further into his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist and reapplying pressure. He knew the man had no chance to win here, was going to wet himself again, but Tazu operated on spite, which meant that he almost certainly believed he could get through this without.
Chapp looked forward to proving him wrong.
There were only five or so minutes left when Tazu’s squirming shifted from unrest to avoidance, trying to shuffle himself backwards and reduce the pressure on his belly as much as possible. Chapp let him shift enough until he settled and stilled, only to shift his hands and increase the pressure more than before, squeezing a precious little whine out of Tazu.
“M’sorry, I was wrong, please-” Tazu began to babble, hands moving down to grip Chapp’s arm where it pressed against him, “I’ll be so good, please, just let me go.”
His begging wouldn’t do him any good.
“The movie’s almost over, Tazu, you can stay put until then.”
He pressed a little harder. Tazu let out a sob. He wasn’t going to make it to the credits without making a mess of himself.
“ Please ,” whined Tazu, but he didn’t get the rest of his plea out before Chapp pressed down just that little bit harder, and Tazu wet himself further.
“God, pet,” chastised Chapp, “couldn’t even hold it for a few more minutes?”
Tazu shook his head, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. He was already past the point of words, and Chapp hadn’t even touched his dick. He’d have to keep this in mind in the future, if it was such an effective way of getting Tazu to play nice for him.
“Poor thing,” teased Chapp, letting up on Tazu and watching him squirm around as he tried to hide his embarrassment.
Tazu just whined again, writhing in Chapp’s lap as he did so. He was so cute like this, flustered and pathetic in Chapp’s arms, and he knew that he could get Tazu to do almost anything if it meant he could avoid further embarrassment. Not that he’d get to, because all Chapp wanted from Tazu right now was more of this.
“P-Please, I’m so sorry,” begged Tazu, finally finding his voice again, “let me go to the bathroom, you were right, I should have just gone.”
“If you need to go, Tazu, just let go,” Tazu’s eyes widened at that, “I won’t judge you, baby.”
“C-can’t, s’too much,” said Tazu, shaking his head, “please let me go to the bathroom.”
Chapp just twisted Tazu in his lap so he was facing him, tilting his head up so they were eye to eye.
“You kept saying you were fine, Tazu, and I asked you again and again if you needed to go, but you kept saying you were fine. I told you how long you’d have to hold it, and you told me you could, only for you to fail. You had your chance, several times, and you didn’t take it. So now I’m in charge, okay?”
Tazu shakily nodded, tears welling up in his eyes again.
“It’s gonna be okay, baby, I wanna make you feel good. Just let go for me, can you do that?”
Tazu stared at him a moment, tears finally escaping his eyes and sliding down his face again, before he finally managed another shaky nod. Chapp let go of his chin, and Tazu buried his face back into Chapp’s shoulder. Quiet little sobs escaping his mouth and being muffled by the fabric there.
Chapp rubbed slow circles over Tazu’s back, the sobs only getting louder and shakier, until finally Tazu let go and Chapp felt a warmth in his lap.
“Doing such a good job for me, aren’t you?” he cooed, and Tazu let out a broken cry, nodding into Chapp’s shoulder.
Chapp gently pulled Tazu back from his chest, forcing him to look at him again. He looked pathetic like this, pants absolutely drenched in his own piss, face splotchy and red from crying. Chapp slipped a hand under Tazu’s waistband, feeling the man flinch away from the touch.
“Shhhh, baby, don’t worry, just getting you out of these ruined clothes, okay?”
Tazu whined at that, hands coming down to Chapp’s to try and remove them. He clearly wanted to stay in his pants, despite how drenched they were.
“You like being in your soaking wet pants huh pet? Like sitting in the warmth of your piss as a reminder of how pathetic you’ve been?”
Tazu nodded his head, whimpering a little as he did so.
“Use your words, pet, like a good boy, okay?”
Tazu shook his head, pressing his face into Chapp’s chest again, but Chapp just gripped him by the hair and pulled him back. Tazu’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn’t manage to form any words, just little whines and whimpers.
“L-like it,” he finally managed to stutter out, his voice quiet and wrecked from sobbing, “like being re-reminded that you did this to me. That I-I’m your- yours.”
Chapp practically preened at that, loved knowing that Tazu felt the same way as he did. He took pride in taking Tazu apart, turning him from the bratty annoying little child he could be into a pliant and obedient pet who fell apart in his hands, and there was something especially delicious about getting Tazu to admit it. Normally, he wouldn’t so much as admit he enjoyed Chapp’s company when the two of them were alone, too enthusiastic about being annoying to express his feelings, but like this, it was all Tazu seemed to want, which meant it was just as good for the other man as it was for Chapp.
“God, such a good boy for me,” praised Chapp, slowly tugging Tazu’s pants and boxers down and over his thighs, “I know you love the reminder of me, but if you don’t let me take these off how can I leave even more?”
Tazu let out a long whine at that, suddenly very enthusiastic to let Chapp do whatever he wanted. He left the clothing bunched up at the man’s thighs, pressing down a little on the fabric to let some of the piss drip out of it and coat Tazu’s legs. It was obscene, the sight in front of him, Tazu’s pants tugged just barely down, his legs coated in a thin sheen of his own piss, and cock half hard already, despite the soft curve of his belly that gave away the fact that the man was still full of water.
He took Tazu’s dick in one hand, the other still at the back of Tazu’s scalp, slowly working through his hair and holding his head in place so that he couldn’t hide his face against Chapp’s chest again. He teased at the head of the man’s cock, playing with the Prince Albert piercing that was nestled there. It was slick with liquid too, and Chapp tugged it back and forth a little through the hole, loving the way Tazu writhed in his grip as he did so.
“Look at your pretty little dick,” said Chapp, flicking lightly against the head to watch Tazu whine, “already half hard just from wetting yourself.”
Tazu’s cock twitched in his hand at that, and Chapp couldn’t help but laugh. His boyfriend had always enjoyed being degraded in bed, but he’d never reacted quite so well as now. He wondered if he could convince Tazu again that drinking an excessive amount of water in a day was his own idea.
“You’re still so full of water though, aren’t you baby?” he asked, letting go of the man’s dick to press against his bladder again, and Tazu nodded.
“So full, Sir. Please ” the last word was barely intelligible at all, more a long drawn out whine than speech, and between that and the honorific, Chapp could feel his own cock stirring to life in his pants. But this wasn’t about him, as much as he was enjoying this, it was about Tazu.
“Please what?” he asked, “I can’t give you what you need if you don’t tell me what it is, baby.”
Tazu just whined again, wriggling in Chapp’s grip like it would help him. He let go of the man and wrapped both arms around him, pulling Tazu close against his chest to comfort him. He rubbed slow circles into his back, waiting until Tazu had calmed down enough to stop jittering.
“Now, pet, what is it that you need from me?”
Tazu looked up at him with big, watery eyes, lip quivering a little. He was the perfect image of wrecked and needy, and Chapp had barely even started with him.
“N-need you to… I need you to m-make me wet myself again, Sir.” Tazu was on the verge of tears again, but he had shared what he needed, which was what mattered.
“Good boy,” cooed Chapp, “did such a good job telling me what you need. Of course I can do that for you, pet.”
One of his hands slid down to rest around Tazu’s waist, holding him in place, while the other hovered over his bladder.
“Gonna press down on your belly,” Chapp said, “and you’re gonna let it all go for me, okay? Don’t worry about making a mess, baby, I’ll clean it up afterwards.”
Tazu gave a shaky nod, and Chapp’s hand pressed gently against his bladder. It was a much softer touch than it had been before, barely there pressure, but Chapp knew it wasn’t really what would make Tazu wet himself. Tazu just needed the excuse, needed to be allowed to let go of his control and make a mess of himself, and Chapp’s hand could offer that.
The stream of hot yellow liquid was slow at first, short bursts that gave away Tazu’s apprehension. He didn’t want to let go, wanted to hold on, too embarrassed by Chapp’s eyes on him or the mess he would make to fully give in, and that just wouldn’t do.
“Such a pretty boy for me,” praised Chapp, the hand on Tazu’s waist slipping lower towards the smaller man’s cock, “making such a mess of yourself, and all for me.”
Tazu let out a choked off sound, something that might have been an attempt at Chapp’s name, but might also have been nothing more than a moan. Chapp’s hand gently moved around Tazu’s dick, careful not to give him too much contact and get him too hard to be able to pee comfortably anymore.
Chapp had never seen Tazu piss before, up until now had never even entertained the idea of it, and why would he have? But as he watched attentively, shifting the man’s cock a little with his hand, he noticed that the liquid wasn’t just escaping from the tip, but the hole through the underside where his piercing was. It was adorable, the two streams of hot liquid leaking out of him.
“God, look at you,” teased Chapp, thumb toying with the hole, “leaking out of two holes for me, you’re so desperate.”
Tazu blushed even harder, his dick filling out further, and Chapp released his grip on it.
“Not empty yet are you, pet?” he noted, his now free hand returning to Tazu’s waist as the one on the man’s bladder pressed down again. “Just gotta empty your bladder for me, and then we can take care of your orgasm, okay?”
He pressed down against Tazu’s bladder, hard , watching gleefully at the stream of liquid that escaped the man. Tazu, at least, had stopped trying to hide his face, shame having melted away as Chapp praised him again and again for the mess he was making. Chapp’s own clothes were practically ruined, soaked through from the stream of piss that Tazu had let out. He had half a mind to just keep them like that, soaked and reeking of Tazu, as a reminder of how nice this night had been, of how pliant Tazu had been beneath him.
Tazu was finally giving in to the pleasure, head thrown backwards as he drenched the two of them in hot liquid, little moans and whimpers escaping his mouth every so often. Chapp couldn’t help himself, and he tugged Tazu back towards him, locking their mouths together. Tazu moaned into the kiss, hips rutting upwards against Chapp as he did so, and it reminded Chapp of why he had been holding himself back.
Tazu had to be almost empty by now, and sure enough, as he pressed down against the man’s bladder, only small spurts of piss escaped his dick. Tazu wriggled in his grip again, but this time it seemed to be from discomfort once more, not the embarrassment that had been thoroughly worked out of him.
“God, look at you,” said Chapp, voice filled with admiration, “such a pretty little wreck for me, wet and messy just because I told you too.”
Tazu was preening at the praise, looking a little more smug than Chapp would usually allow him to without punishment, but he was riding too high on what he had done to Tazu to care. One of his hands returned to Tazu’s cock, finally able to wrap around it and work the man without worrying if it would cause any problems. And if Tazu’s moaning was anything to go by, it was doing the opposite of that.
“Chapp, please,” begged Tazu, hands finding their way to Chapp’s shoulders.
“Please what, baby? Gotta use your words.”
“Fuck me,” Tazu whined, rutting down against Chapp’s clothed dick, “need you in me, now .”
Chapp loved getting Tazu to this point, pushed from bratty to pliant, and then all the way out the other side again to needy and demanding. He might be talking big talk like this, but he was so much more pliant and malleable under Chapp’s hands, could be turned into a babbling mess at the slightest of touches.
Like right now, as Chapp pressed his nail into Tazu’s slit, alongside the thick metal piercing, and Tazu let out a string of please and Chapp and more .
As much as Chapp wanted to keep Tazu like this forever, half hard and pathetic and begging him for even the slightest of contact, he had been mean enough to him already tonight, and Tazu had been so well behaved for it. He knew how hard it was for the man to let go, to allow himself to just do as he was told and give up control. As much as he loved being treated like this, Tazu was bad at it, and so Chapp would be cruel to keep denying him what he needed.
“Okay pet,” said Chapp, letting go of Tazu’s dick for just a moment and watching him whine, “but I can’t just fuck you dry, you’ve gotta let me get some lube first.”
Tazu whined, clearly unwilling to let Chapp leave him only for a second.
“Not dry,” said Tazu, voice weak, “made a mess just for you to use.”
Chapp laughed at that, a deep chuckle he couldn’t avoid. He knew that Tazu was desperate, but this was a little ridiculous.
“Tazu, baby, I love you, but I am not sticking my dick in you with only your pee as lube. It won’t work and you’ll be complaining to me about it for days.”
Tazu pouted, even more so when Chapp picked him up and set him down beside him on the bed, grabbing at Chapp’s arm to try and pull him back towards him. It wasn’t going to work though.
“Keep behaving like that,” said Chapp, voice dropped lower, “and I won’t fuck you at all.”
His tone had the desired effect on the man, dragging a cut off squeak from his throat as he let go of Chapp’s arm, sitting down on the bed with his hands in his lap. It didn’t take much to get Tazu to be well behaved when he was like this, the real challenge was keeping him that way.
Chapp stood up from the bed, walking over to the drawer where he kept the lube and pulling it out. He was purposefully slower than he needed to be, dragging it out just a little bit to keep Tazu waiting. He hadn’t been much of a brat, but it was still important to remind the man what happened when he was one.
After Tazu let out a little whine, Chapp decided it was time to return to him, pleased to see that despite his complaints he had stayed sitting where Chapp had put him. As Chapp reached the bed, he pushed Tazu back against the mattress, the smaller man hitting the bed with a satisfying thump .
Settling on top of Tazu, Chapp tugged the man’s pants further down, before flipping him over onto his stomach. Now with full access to Tazu’s ass, he got to work preparing the man, covering one of his fingers in lube before pressing it inside of him unceremoniously.
Tazu squeaked at the cold, but that quickly turned into whining as Chapp added another finger and began to work him open. Tazu was quickly back to a babbling mess, humping the bed pathetically in an attempt to chase some friction. That wouldn’t do at all, so Chapp grabbed the man’s waist with his free hand, holding his hips off the bed so he couldn’t get himself off. That was Chapp’s job, afterall.
He worked the two fingers inside of Tazu slowly, not wanting to let Tazu cum before he had the chance to fuck him properly. He avoided hitting against the man's prostate, and every time he got even a little close to it, Tazu would whine and clench around his fingers, desperate for any kind of contact. He could wait until he was properly prepped, and then Chapp would give him all the contact he could take.
He added a third finger, stretching Tazu open further and dragging even more pitiful whines out of the man as he did so. It was clear that Tazu was reaching his limit, his babbling less more s and more please s. Chapp didn't want to hurt him, but he knew that before long Tazu would be close to cumming untouched, something the man had something of a habit of. On the one hand, it was fun how easily the man got worked up, but the downside was that he often came far too early, before the fun could really get started.
Pitying Tazu - and feeling more than a little neglected himself, his dick having remained untouched this whole time - Chapp removed his fingers, pulling his own pants down to release his cock from them.
He slicked it up with the lube remaining on his hand, before pressing into Tazu without warning, the hot wet heat tight around him. Tazu was practically sobbing already, and Chapp only gave him a moment to adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back in, watching the way each of the piercings up the underside of his cock caught on Tazu's rim for a moment before pressing in.
Tazu always took him so well, begging for more even as he was stretched much further than Chapp's fingers had managed to prepare him for. Chapp shifted his angle, searching for Tazu's prostate. He knew he had found it when Tazu let out an especially loud choked off scream, his own neglected dick twitching in response.
Having found his target, Chapp began to thrust into it again and again, and that was all it took for Tazu, making even more of a mess of the sheets below him as he came, clenching around Chapp's dick. Normally, Chapp could last a long time, often enough to drag multiple orgasms out of Tazu, but he had been neglected tonight, was more worked up than normal, and the feeling of Tazu around him was so much .
Chapp chased his own orgasm, and sure enough, moments later he was cumming inside of Tazu, filling the man up with his spend. Tazu was a limp and whiney mess beneath him, and once he had ridden out the last waves of his orgasm, Chapp pulled out, only for Tazu to whine out more in protest.
“M’empty, too empty,” complained Tazu, “put it back.”
“I think we’re done for the night, Tazu.” he replied, and Tazu rolled over, trying to bury his face in Chapp’s chest, but too tired to pull himself up far enough.
Chapp laid down beside Tazu, pulling him against his chest, and Tazu happily pressed himself further into it. Now this, this was the best part of sex with Tazu. As much as he loved fucking the man brainless, leaving him a pliant, babbling mess, it was after sex Tazu that was his favourite. Because all he wanted was to cuddle, to occasionally murmur into Chapp’s chest how much he loved him, and loath as he was to admit it, Chapp was a big softie at heart. Even when it came to Tazu.
Especially when it came to Tazu.
They just laid there for a while, until Chapp felt Tazu fall asleep on his chest, and shifted a little to find a position comfortable for him to fall asleep in himself. Only to land right in a wet patch. He couldn’t tell if it was piss, or semen, or both, but he didn’t really want to know.
What mattered was that he had a lot of cleaning up to do, and quite possibly a mattress to replace.
Maybe he wouldn’t encourage Tazu to drink so much water in the future after all.