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“You…” Shrimpo was quite at a loss of words. This did not make sense, no, not at all! He growled. “You’re—“
Finn laughed and then shrugged. “Like I said, it’s no big deal!”
For some reason, it was beyond him, this gesture irritated Shrimpo beyond belief. Furiously, he hissed, “You’re a, you— You wuss!”
Finn made no indication of hearing him. It was infuriating.
“That guy,” he started, clenching his fists at the thought. “If it were me—“
Shrimpo was rudely interrupted.
“And I’m not you, Shrimpo. I don’t sea why you’re so offended.” The fisherman grinned at his own pun.
“He disrespected you, you idiot! Are you stupid?” At this, Shrimpo was absolutely flabbergasted. That dumb snotty nosed brat—
Finn suddenly turned gravely serious. “And who’s to say that you’re not disrespecting me right now?” He said, grabbing Shrimpo’s face and turning it towards his own. He was staring intently at him, eyes dark.
Shrimpo sputtered, eyes wide. At that, Finn broke into a large grin.
“C’mon, pal. You’re being too sea-rious! The poor kid was probably just squidding around!”
The other toon gritted his teeth, turning away. Shamefully, Shrimpo’s flustered state was all but discreet. “I hate this.” He grumbled. “I hate you.”
Finn was still smiling, with that weird endless supply of patience. “I know you don’t mean that. C’mere.”
He angled his face and tried to kiss Shrimpo, to which the latter hissed at and flailed.
//
It was a good morning. The GardenView center was bustling, employees and toons alike about in their business. There was a meet-and-greet with some toons and some kids, which was something that many were looking forward to.
This time, it was one with some of the lesser known of the cast. It had been a small crew of 7, including Shrimpo, who had decided to bring himself along for reasons unknown.
Here was the group: Brightney, Looey, Scraps, Goob, Poppy, Finn, and of course, Shrimpo.
Shrimpo himself told Finn that most of the children would probably only be there to see Goob or maybe Looey, but Finn had fixed him with a look that made him weirdly uncomfortable.
Like a dog wanting to please its master, Shrimpo could not find it in himself to actively want to disappoint Finn. This discovery was made shortly after being glared at, and was suffice to worsen his mood for a considerable amount of time. Who was he? To be brought to heel like this?
He was Shrimpo, for God’s sake! He was a bully, mean, fierce, and brutal! Shrimpo did not simply lie down and do what he was told, let alone just give up after one stare!
It had brought within him a certain crisis, to which he tried to ignore and cover up with hatred and vitriol. He criticized more harshly, and his insults became more caustic.
He had brought a great deal of upset, which had given him a bit of satisfaction. The satisfaction of a job well done, he supposed.
Then came that child. It was not little, perhaps around the age of twelve or thirteen. One would say that it was too old to be coming to toon meet-and-greets.
It was probably not meant to be heard, but the child had said something along the lines of “Why are the lame ones here,” or something similar.
Alone, this would not be a grievance, because there would be nobody but the speaker (or, whomever it wished to tell this information to) to hear this utterance.
Unfortunately, Shrimpo had decent hearing, and, therefore, heard this mutter. Worse yet, it was not solely Shrimpo who had heard this complaint.
No, this had reached Finn, who was in the middle of a horrible fish pun. His voice had seemed to die in his throat, a strangled sound coming out instead. His near-constant smile had dimmed and for the rest of the session, the toon’s aura was less lively.
Shrimpo scowled. Realistically, he shouldn’t feel so defensive over this. It didn’t concern him (he wasn’t even meant to be here anyway), and Finn was a grown man. He could handle this. Realistically, he should feel some sort of joy in seeing the other toon so down.
…But he didn’t.
It truly was, in every sense of the phrase, no big deal. However, Shrimpo’s bad mood had been simmering for what felt like hours (it was closer to forty-five minutes, but he didn’t know that), and it finally boiled over.
He marched up to that insolent boy and immediately was pulled back by Finn.
“Relax,” Finn commanded, but the order had no real weight to it. “It’s fine.” He offered a small smile.
Shrimpo narrowed his eyes, staring him down. He glared, as if to say ’Try me.’
His withering stare would be enough for any other toon to back down (Especially Boxten, Shrimpo thought, a dark sense of enjoyment filling him. That boy was so fun to mess with, but he digresses), but Finn seemed to be immune. Maybe it the frequency as to which they’ve been seeing each other recently.
…They had been seeing each other. It was a special kind of mortification to think about this. And it wasn’t dates (Shrimpo figures that he’d probably hate that more than the arrangements that the have now), or hanging out with pure intentions, it was… Well, it was what it was!
The first time had been in the middle of an argument, where Finn looked exasperated and exhausted, and just kissed Shrimpo. He had expected Shrimpo to struggle, to push him away, and then verbally tear him open, but he hadn’t! Shrimpo had kissed back, with a passion that was even fiercer than what Finn had fantasized about (not that he had fantasized about this).
They broke from the kiss, gasping, and solely for the reason that they both needed air.
Finn had looked at him with a hunger that was entirely different from the innocent and friendly gazes from before.
Shrimpo licked his lips.
It had escalated from there.
//
Finn cleared his throat and it had brought Shrimpo back to the present.
Shrimpo was taken aback by the startlingly soft way as to which Finn was looking at him. It was like he was the only toon in the entire world, and it made him feel weird.
“Stop that.” He grumbled, swatting at the fishbowl.
Finn continued regarding him with that fond expression, until Shrimpo couldn’t take it anymore.
“What do you want!” He turned to face Finn, frowning.
Finn hummed, moving closer. “Can’t I just admire you?” He murmured, cupping Shrimpo’s face with his hand.
Shrimpo became very acutely aware of just how little space there was between their faces. It would be so easy to just close the gap…
No! What was he thinking? His thoughts flew around, heart racing. This was not, this was—
Finn kissed him sweetly, smiling against his lips. It was a chaste gesture, with no other intent behind just wanting to kiss him.
Shrimpo turned red. “I hate you,” he whispered, reverently. “You- You disgust me.”
Finn was not hurt by his words, in fact, they seemed to encourage him.
He peppered kisses all across Shrimpo’s face, lovingly. It was terrible.
The shorter toon chewed on the inside of his mouth, slightly hesitating before grabbing ahold of Finn’s head and kissing him roughly.
It was a heated kiss, and Shrimpo went about it furiously. He bit Finn’s bottom lip, not hard enough to draw any blood, but hard enough for the other to open his mouth slightly in surprise. As some sort of reconciliation, Shrimpo licked it, far kinder that he had intended it to be, and Finn groaned into his mouth. Finn had bared his neck, and so when they pulled apart, Shrimpo had set his sights on a new target.
He was sucking on that one spot on Finn’s neck that always made him emit some sort of noise. It brought Shrimpo immense satisfaction to hear this, for whatever reason. He licked a stripe around the other’s adam’s apple, before being forcefully pulled off.
Finn was panting—something that made Shrimpo smirk.
“Cod,” he groaned, then let out a laugh. “We can take it slow, yeah? No need to rush…”
Shrimpo raised an eyebrow at him.
“This may be a little shellfish of me,” he added, sheepishly. “But I just want to take care of you.”
Shrimpo almost laughed. Him? Take care of him? Anyone in their right mind hardly wanted to be within a 30-foot radius of him, let alone take care of him!
There was a sort of hysterical reaction from Shrimpo before Finn shushed him, blushing.
Shrimpo allowed himself to be led to his room, and he allowed himself to be placed on the bed. He allowed himself to do these things, and what he did not do, was submit.
They undressed, and for some strange reason, Shrimpo felt nervous. Finn smiled at him like he hung the stars in the sky, and Shrimpo felt sick again.
There was some shuffling, where Finn slicked his finger in preparation for what they were going to do.
Shrimpo stared at Finn for a second, then at whatever substance was on his hand. He knew for a fact that there was no lube around. (GardenView was a facility made with kids in mind, for Christ's sake!)
He opened his mouth. “Is that… cooking oil?” he asked, incredulously.
If it were possible, Finn would have turned even more red than he was right now. There was a deep aura of shame that hung around him, and Shrimpo verbally delighted in the fisher’s embarrassment.
He barked out a laugh, but was silenced by a kiss, and soon enough, they were both laughing into each other’s lips.
Uncharacteristically happy, Shrimpo dazedly felt the first finger enter him. He had to keep himself from smiling when Finn made a small sound at that. Instead, he scowled.
Yes, scowling would help him be less vulnerable. He wouldn’t be smiling like a Goddamned idiot, at the very least.
He bucked his hips as a sign for Finn to do more.
“You could fuck me with some fishing line, next, if you want.”
Finn laughed at the sarcastic comment. The fishbowl was currently laying on top of Shrimpo, head level to the grumpy toon’s chest, with a finger up his ass.
Shrimpo huffed amusedly at the crude wording.
The preparation went by slowly, but at last, it was over. It was weirdly vulnerable, this time, being on his back instead of his stomach, and Shrimpo couldn’t name what he was feeling in the moment. He tried not to look Finn in the eye, especially as the other toon lined himself up against Shrimpo.
He averted his eyes, an uncharacteristically shy gesture. Finn pushed in slowly, until he bottomed out.
At this point, they were both panting. Shrimpo could feel the weight of Finn’s gaze on him.
“Do— Just do it, Goddamn it.” He grumbled.
Finn ignored him (which seemed to be the only way he ever reacted to Shrimpo’s remarks anymore), and leaned down to lick one of Shrimpo’s nipples.
He rolled the bud beneath his teeth, a queer sensation that felt like a hot flash of pleasure and pain at the same time. Shrimpo gasped (to his utter dismay) and arched towards the offending mouth.
This was taking entirely too long, so the shrimp decided to take matters into his own hands.
He tried to grind against Finn, to get any type of friction, anything, to make this less… weird. He wanted it to be back to normal, because why did this suddenly feel so much more tense?
Finn didn’t take too kindly to this idea, and gently redirected Shrimpo to the position he was in. “Alright now,“ he said, looking at him with those eyes that Shrimpo couldn’t stand.
In the end, he gave in, and began with a shallow thrust. Shrimpo took some time to get used to the feeling of being full, and soon it began to feel good.
He choked back all the small noises a weaker toon might’ve let out, and took everything he was given. He took Finn greedily, chasing the peaks of ecstasy that came when the joined together at his hilt.
Finn was groaning into Shrimpo’s ear, muttering useless praises that were more for himself than for his partner. Still, they made Shrimpo ache for something he didn’t know.
“Harder—” He grit out, interrupted by a shudder when Finn sucked a mark into his neck. “What do you take me f—ah, a helpless fuCKING—“ a particularly well angled thrust. “—Maiden?”
His sentences were getting messier, and it was harder to form coherent thoughts, locked behind a haze of arousal.
Finn chuckled lowly into his ear, “You’re no maiden, alright.” then calmly pressed a soft kiss against his temple.
For some reason, this action went straight to Shrimpo’s dick. He met each push with an arch of his back, until he could no longer hold back his moans very well.
’This was humiliating,’ he thought, while simultaneously begging for more.
“Please,” he gasped, not knowing what he was begging for.
Finn obliged easily enough, wrapping a hand around his leaking cock and giving it a few sharp strokes.
“You’re so pretty like this, so beautiful, all mine,” Finn rambled, with an expression of pure awe. “So gorgeous…”
It was too much, it was too much.
Finn encapsulated him into an open-mouthed kiss, passionate but still infuriatingly gentle. Shrimpo groaned, and Finn hummed back.
They both came together, and Shrimpo couldn’t find it in himself to do anything but writhe around Finn’s dick. He felt the gross sensation of something wet filling him, and scowled.
The fisherman that was lying atop him didn’t say anything, breathing heavily.
Finn eventually slipped out of him. He pulled the both of them onto their sides, so they were facing each other, foreheads touching.
“Thank you.” He whispered.
Shrimpo made a face. “Thank you?” He asked.
Finn beamed at him. “For… allowing me this oppor-tuna-ty.”
“I hate you,” said Shrimpo, without any malice. “I hate your jokes. You disgust me.”
“Carp-e diem, my friend.”
Finn sighed and threw his arms around Shrimpo, pulling them closer.
“I hate being dirty… and I hate you. You’re making it worse.”
“We can clean up later.”
Shrimpo felt his heart beating rapidly as Finn snuggled, yes, snuggled him. Perhaps he was having a post coital heart attack. Yes, that made sense.
Reluctantly, he put his hands around Finn, flinching when the other gasped at the gesture.
“Oh, shut up.” He snapped.
Finn was smiling as he pulled the other in for a brief kiss. Shrimpo allowed it.
“I love you.” Finn said. Shrimpo almost felt his heart stop.
’I love you too.’ He didn’t say, but Finn knew it anyway.
How did he know? Well, if Shrimpo hugged him a little harder after that exchange, it was just a coincidence.