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The day had started like any other day of the meetup. One of the two woke up earlier than the other and simply waited until the other did. Then they would proceed to do whatever they wanted for the rest of the day. Whether that means chilling at home and watching a movie, going out to the park with the dogs or baking something, it didn't matter. As long as they were together the day would be perfect.
On this particular day, it was colder outside and they had both agreed to sit back and turn on any random show they found on Netflix. Skeppy was somewhat nervous. Somewhat meaning very. Over the weeks Bad was visiting, he couldn't help but think of him more fondly. Just being there with his friend in real life was overwhelming for him emotionally. Although there were only a lot of positive emotions, it was still overwhelming.
Every time they touched or Bad called Skeppy some stupid nickname, he couldn't help but get flustered. He was lucky blush didn't appear well on his pigmented skin. He had a crush on Bad for a long time. It had to have been years at this point. Yet Skeppy was never a hundred per cent sure. He loved him, undoubtedly. Skeppy was always scared that he wouldn't like the man in real life. He never wanted that to happen. Luckily, he had only fallen deeper for the man.
Much to his fear, the two had a blanket each, sitting beside each other on the couch. He was scared because they were so close, and Bad probably doesn't reciprocate his feelings. Although he couldn't help but enjoy himself.
When they were probably halfway through an episode, Skeppy heard Bad speak up.
“Hey, Skeppy? It's a bit cold. You think we can double up our blankets?” Bad asked, smiling at his friend. Skeppy couldn't help but be flustered for a second. He could barely hold himself together but quickly told himself to regain his composure.
“Oh, yeah of course,” Skeppy replied as he started scooting over. “You don't just want me to go grab more blankets?” Bad only shook his head and returned his eyes to the TV.
The next few minutes were tense for Skeppy at the least. He had rested his head on Bad's shoulder and had his legs splayed out on the couch. Bad was sitting pretty straight, but his arm was on the couch behind skeppys back. He somewhat wished the other man would reach down and rest his warm arm on his shoulders. Skeppy didn't want to disrespect his personal space though.
The show continued droning on. Skeppy was very much attempting to stay focussed on the screen, but Bad had other plans. He looked to the boy to the left of him. His right hand was under the blanket and slightly tapping his own member through his pants, really deciding if what was happening was worth it.
Although it didn't take long for him to decide. He had made up his decision. He was going to do it. Even though he kept second-guessing himself, he knew in his mind that he was doing this.
Skeppy shot up to look at Bad in surprise. His face was blushing and he gave Bad a somewhat shocked and disgusted stare. He felt Bad’s strong hands palming him through his jeans. He was not prepared for this, and as much as he wanted to do this, it was much too sudden and he wasn't in the mood.
“B-Bad! What are you doing?” Skeppy asked, trying not to moan and attempting to reject the hand.
“Oh, Skeppy my little prince,” Bad smiled, not answering the question. Skeppy bit his lip as he felt his erection grow very slightly. He tried to stop it from raising higher, not wanting to go forward with whatever advances Bad was putting down.
“Ssstop it, Bad, mmnn, I don't- don't want this,” Skeppy commanded quietly, trying not to moan and whine.
Bad, however, had no idea of stopping. He turned his body so that it was situated to face Skeppy better. He could see his beautifully soft face, reddened by his actions. His soft, fluffy hair that he ran his fingers through. Skeppy shuddered at the touch, practically melting under at the touch but stopped himself from slipping too deep.
Skeppy was practically zoned out and didn't realise the smooth fingertips trailing up his stomach and sides to his chest. He gasped and looked up at Bad, biting his lip and eyes becoming glossy.
“Bad,” he pleaded as he felt Bad's large hands circle and tease his nipple. “Please stop.” Bad gave him a sympathetic look while rubbing his nipple as Skeppy strained and attempted to pull himself away. Bad was just too strong.
“Baby boy, I'm not going to do that,” he assured before placing a gentle and warm kiss on Skeppy’s lip. “Trust me, muffin head, I'll be gentle.”
Skeppy could barely believe this was his first kiss with bad. He would have loved to kiss him all over and let Bad inside him but he didn't want to at the moment. Any other context would be perfect. Just not in the middle of the day in his living room.
Despite knowing it was pointless, he continued to struggle but was only dragged back down. To stop Skeppy from doing that again, Bad grabbed his legs and sat atop them while teasing him more and more. Noticing Skeppys continued discomfort, Bad held his face with his soft hand and continued rubbing the man's body with his other.
“My sweet prince, I don't want to hurt you, okay? I'm going to be as gentle as I can with you. I love you,” Bad announced softly before stripping Skeppys shirt off past his head and onto the floor. Bad also managed to put the rest of the blanket on the couch onto the floor with it. He took a few good moments to just absorb Skeppys body. His muscular arms were strong but just not strong enough to beat Bad’s strength. His chest was perfect and his stomach has the slightest toned abs.
Skeppy felt way too exposed as Bad practically thirsted over him. He decided to speak up, hoping that Bad would listen at all.
“Excuse me,” Skeppy spoke up. Bad gave him a gentle look that said to continue. “Can you please stop? Or at least take off your shirt? I'd prefer you to stop, though. I don't want this, please…” His hope was dwindling and tears were building up in his eyes, but refused to let them fall.
“Skeppy, of course, I'll take off my shirt.”
That just signalled that he wasn't about to stop. The tears fell on his face silently and pooled down his neck. He tried wiping his tears away but they kept falling no matter how much he told himself to stop. Once Bad's shirt had been removed, he realised how distressed Skeppy was and instantly hugged him, attempting to soothe his tears.
“Hey, hey, baby… Please don't cry, muffin. It's okay,” Bad comforted before wiping Skeppys eyes and giving him yet another gentle kiss. “You're doing so well, you know.”
“Please stop.”
Bad only shushed him before sitting further back on his legs and reaching for Skeppys waist. Fuck. Skeppy realised what was happening as he felt his jeans being pulled off him slowly. He began breathing faster and faster, panicking. He couldn't have this happen.
“Bad! Stop it. now,” he screamed while trying to hold his pants up. Bad only pried them off with such a gentle strength. “Bad please stop. I don't want this. Please I'll do it with you later because I love you. I can't right now, please.”
His only response was his jeans on the floor and Bad's hand in his boxers, jacking him off slightly. Skeppy squeezed his thighs together, trying to stop the hand, but Bad’s hand continued down his length. Skeppy let out a few high-pitched whines and moans, unable to keep himself from shaking while pleading for him to stop.
“ my sweet little baby,” Bad muttered, feeling as both Skeppy and himself were hardening quickly. “You know how good you are at this? I love you so much. You're just so perfect.” Skeppy couldn't help himself but enjoy the praise. As horrible as this all felt, his best friend and crush was jacking him off and calling him the sweetest names. He let out a weak yet pleasured moan, head lolling back.
Skeppy could definitely feel it coming. That warm pool in his stomach and the feeling of his breath getting faster. He still tried his best to stop the violation through his laboured pants. He felt himself draw nearer and nearer and he continued to plead out stops. Just as he felt it build up, it simmered away quickly.
In the post-edged haze, he realised that his boxers had been taken all the way off. And the fact that Bad was clamouring out of his jeans himself. Skeppy looked over at Bad, staring at his boxers that were in the process of being peeled off. Out sprung a dick, much bigger than his own as the material fell to Bads feet.
After kicking them off, Bad climbed back onto the couch, sitting in front of Skeppy.
“I'm so sorry for not letting you… Uh, release? I don't want to curse,” Bad apologised. Skeppy sighed. The man was down to do this, but not say cum.
“It's- ugh, it's whatever. Just let me, me go please,” Skeppy begged, barely able to form coherent sentences.
“I will after this, okay honey?”
Skeppys needs once again weren't met. Bad grabbed his hand and got a fair amount of slobber on it and began stroking himself.
“I'm so sorry darling, but I don't have any lube. If you have any nearby I'd be happy to get it. I would never want to hurt you.” Skeppy did have lube in the house for special occasions, but he wasn't a sick freak who’d keep it in his lounge room. Maybe if he told Bad, he could try and escape and just get out of the situation. Hide in the bathroom while he was up rummaging through drawers.
“Uh, no,” Skeppy replied and heard Bad sigh, feeling the tip of his cock line up with his hole. “WAIT BAD STOP STOP STOP I HAVE SOME,” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“That's wonderful! Where do you keep it?” he asked, moving back. Skeppy stuttered, trying to think of a legitimate place he could lie about.
“The bathroom! Y-yeah. The sink. Under it,” Skeppy could only think in short sentences. Bad seemed to love it as Skeppy saw him smile softly at him.
“Oh well, I'll go look. And to make sure you stay in place temporarily…”
Somehow, Bad had tied Skeppy up with the belts from each of their pants and tied him to the couch sprawled out. He also used some clothes to secure him in place. Bad was treating him as if he were an animal. A dog who was trying to escape. Because when Bad left, that's basically how he acted. He tried squirming his hands free of the belts but somehow bad had bonded him in such a way that every move he made was only uncomfortable and extremely strenuous. He was still determined to break free of his boundaries.
Soon enough, Skeppy got tired and gave up. He couldn't help it. He was so tired from his previous attempts and it was hurting him more and more to pull. So, he decided to slump against the couch and pout. This time he couldn't even wipe his tears away. They just fell slowly and made his cheeks puffy.
When Bad finally came down despite Skeppy lying about the location, Skeppy was at least a little happy. If he asked nicely enough he could get out of the DIY restraints. When Bad came down muttering about how he was a muffin head for forgetting where he put it. When Bad realised what was happening to Skeppy he immediately rushed to his side and wiped his tears. Skeppy was still sobbing an ocean though, so Bad tried to shush him.
“B-baad!” He called out rawly. His arms felt like breaking and he wanted to cuddle Bad so badly instead of having sex. “Get me out of these, please.”
“Of course baby, I'm so sorry for putting you in it. I didn't know you'd be so upset,” Bad apologised while releasing the belt and freeing Skeppys now sore arms. Skeppy only grabbed onto Bad and hugged him in pain. He wanted this to stop. He loved Bad but not like this.
“I just wanna cuddle…” Skeppy muttered as he whined into Bad's shoulder.
“Later baby prince… I promise that once we're all done and clean I'll do whatever you want. I'll kiss you forever and hug you with all my warmth.”
“Stop it…”
Bad didn't stop. He quickly squeezed some lube onto his index finger and pressed it into Skeppys unused hole. He whined and let out a soft moan.
“Oh, baby… You're so tight. Did you save yourself for me?” Bad asked as he slowly moved his finger around the hole. Skeppy couldn't help but moan quietly at the intrusion and give up his pleas. He wasn't even trying to get bad to stop anymore. As much as he hated this, Bad was a smart man and was correct about his hypothesis. Skeppy hadn't let anyone top him to hopefully save it for the chance that Bad liked him back and wanted to do further.
“Yeah,” Skeppy moaned.
“Aw, you're so sweet for that, baby.”
After a bit, Bad decided to add another digit. Skeppy could help himself but move slightly on Bad. He was kind of enjoying this. And Bad was enjoying it just as much. His sweet baby was squirming under his grasp and being so sensitive about two of his digits. His walls were so right around such a small intrusion. He couldn't wait to see how it felt to be inside him. To fill him up with his dick. He didn't want to destroy him, though. Skeppy was gentle, so he'd treat him like porcelain.
After what Bad thought was a sufficient amount of prep, he decided to remove his fingers and line his cock up with Skeppys hole.
“Alright, I'm gonna go in now, Okay?” Bad reassured. Skeppy took a deep breath in, preparing himself. He knew he couldn't stop it so he just tried his best to relax and nodded.
With that, Bad pushed his tip in slightly and although it wasn't much, Skeppy felt it burn. It hit him so quickly. Bad had forgotten to apply lube. He was not going to let Bad fuck him dry. While Bad was working himself in more, Skeppy tried pushing him off.
“Lube, Bad! Please,” Skeppy whined. He could feel himself sting. Bad almost instantly pulled out and began apologising.
“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, muffin. I didn't mean to hurt you,” he apologised while hugging Skeppy tightly.
“It's okay. Just put it on,” Skeppy commanded weakly and defeated.
Bad quickly reached for the lube he had in moments previous and began to later it on his cock. He also drizzled it onto Skeppys hole, making him shudder at the sudden coolness. After Bad put down the lube, he began to smear the lube on Skeppy all over him and into his hole, fingering him in the process. Skeppy panted and begged Bad for nothing. Just empty ‘please’s. Whether they were for him to stop or continue we're a mystery.
Eventually, the lube was smeared and Bas seemed it appropriate to start the penetration. Lining himself up, he comforted Skeppy as best as he could.
“Alright, Skeppy. This might hurt a tiny bit, okay? I need you to be a strong boy for me and keep it together, okay? I'll go as slow as you need,” Bad comforted. When Skeppy nodded, he saw that as a cue.
He pushed about an inch of his dick into Skeppy and couldn't help but let out a groan. He was so much tighter than he could imagine. Skeppy had his eyes shut tight and was gripping the couch with his hands tightly. It was certainly uncomfortable at first but after Bad moved back and forth slightly, getting deeper and deeper… Well, he couldn't deny how good it felt.
Bad was probably halfway in at this point, and Skeppy already felt full. He knew Bad would find a way to make room, and he was scared and delighted. He could feel every indentation of Bad's cock and could feel just how incredibly tight he was. The cock just kept going further and further in while Skeppy felt as though he was fighting for his life. Skeppy was about to scream and cry and beg for him to stop until he heard that soft angelic voice.
“You're doing so good. I know you can take me, my prince,” he whispered in the softest voice he could muster. Skeppy reached out to Bad. Tears were flying out of his eyes from his conflicted emotions. He wanted a hug. And a hug he got.
Still, inside, Bad leant down to Skeppy and gave him a warm hug.
“Honey, please don't cry… You look so pretty when you're happy… These tears are ruining you, baby… I don't like seeing you upset.” Skeppy wiped his eyes on Bad's bare shoulder and flopped back down onto the couch.
“Just, gentle…” Skeppy said inconspicuously. Bad understood right away.
Skeppy looked down at himself and realised just how attractive Bad was. He was nicely toned and looked perfect along with just how large Bad was. It was unfortunate Bad was advancing with him like this instead of at a different time. He would've loved this. He also realised that bad was almost balls deep in him. Skeppy was still feeling impossibly full as Bad shifted his way in.
“I'm gonna start moving now, okay?”
Bad moved his cock almost out, leaving Skeppy with a sense of emptiness before he slowly pushed back in, allowing Skeppy to let out a slutty moan. He began fucking Skeppy slowly, letting him readjust and fit him in perfectly.
Bad had now established a moderate pace. Moving in and out of Skeppy repeatedly. Bad was lost in Skeppys tightness, raspy breaths and raw moans that escaped his mouth every second. Skeppy was also taking all the pleasure out of this. He was beginning to regret not being enthusiastic because needless to say, this was great. He’d wanted this for years and now that he got it, he felt that he wasted it. Although, he still someone blamed Bad for not waiting for proper consent. Yet those thoughts barely came through the hazy feeling Skeppy was experiencing.
Skeppy could barely take this pace anymore, he wanted it faster. This was just not enough to satisfy him. As he got a good breath in and the ability to form words, he spoke.
“Faster, please,” he begged through his pants. “I want… M-more.” Surprised by Skeppys request, Bad couldn't help but be proud of him.
“You do? Oh, I'm just so proud of you. Of course, honey. Anything for you.”
Like that, the thrusts increased speed and Skeppy gripped the couch tighter as more pleasure flooded him.
“Haaaa~ hanyaa…” Skeppy couldn't help but troll Bad despite the situation. He wasn't even sure if Bad could hear it through the slapping of their flesh. Suddenly, Skeppy felt a strike of pleasure and spawned slightly. Bad had undoubtedly pounded his prostate. And Skeppy was sure Bad knew that too.
His hypothesis was confirmed when he felt Bads weight shift and thrusts slowed on the couch as he optimised his position. In the moments of slowness, Skeppy tried to push himself further onto Bad, missing the pleasure. It was all made up for though when he felt the new angle Bad was taking. With one thrust, Skeppy felt Bad hit his prostate hard. And they didn't stop either. Skeppy felt like he would explode. He just kept thrusting into the one spot, head-on every time.
Skeppy was stargazing on cloud nine. His eyes had rolled so far back and his mouth was drooling so much, he felt it slobber down the side of his mouth. The familiar warmth invaded his stomach. He couldn't help but let out a giant moan of the others' names. His face was red and his entire body was hot. He knew he was about to cum. He was so close to the tipping point.
“Skeppy, I'm gonna cum,” Bad let out quickly before Skeppy felt it; hot cum filling him. He couldn't help but follow Bad, feeling overwhelmed by his fullness. Streaks of cum splattered onto both his and Bad's stomach.
The thrusts decreased in pace as they both came down from their high. Bad hadn't pulled out when Skeppy sat up and hugged him.
“I love you, Bad,” he whispered, only to be returned the gesture.
“You did so well. Let's go clean up, okay?” Bad pulled out slowly and Skeppy shuddered. He felt cum dripping out of him and onto his butt and thighs. Before any could spill onto the couch, Bad lifted him almost effortlessly. Skeppy felt slightly insulted but supposed he didn't feel like walking either way.
“Where are we going?” Skeppy questioned
“Just gonna take you to the shower so we can clean up.”
The shower was a small successful disaster. Skeppy could barely stand so was clinging onto anything, but mainly Bad, to stand upright. Bad was the only one doing any cleaning, managing to clean them both up sufficiently. Skeppy silently hated that he couldn't even care for himself yet also adored the feeling of being taken care of. When he was dried off and redressed in a fresh pair of clothes, he couldn't help but be at peace.
Once Bad placed Skeppy in his bed, Bad joined in under Skeppys sheets too.
“I believe I owe you something,” Bad reminiscence while Skeppy cocked an eyebrow at him. Bad placed his hand on his chin and tilted his face to look up at him. He placed a small kiss on his lips. This time it wasn't sexual, just purely romantic and lovely. Skwppy leaned into the kiss, also, wrapping his arms around Bad's torso. Bad followed back and the two kept getting closer and closer until they were spooning each other.
All Skeppy felt was bliss. He ignored how this all started. He didn't care anymore. This was too good; he regretted saying no before. As he nuzzled his head into Bad, he felt himself drift into a nap despite the time. But it was fine. If he were to fall asleep in the arms of the man he loved, he wouldn't care. It was worth it.