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Sprout has always been known for his deep desire to protect, so then his profession was not much of a surprise to everybody who truly knew him. Even so, telling new people he was a bouncer at a strip club was something he was not very fond of. The way he got the job was, among other things, embarrassing to retell.
While his passion lay inside the kitchen, it pained him to admit that it did not give him as much profit as he truly needed. He shared an apartment with another baker; his best friend and coworker, but regardless, it did not allow them to live comfortably. So, of course, Sprout ever the hard worker, sought out better paying jobs; and find one he did. A night gig, sure, he thought. Not like he wanted to sleep anyway, right? The job was entirely about making sure a crowd wasn't disrespecting the, "talents", as they were discreetly called in the job offer. While baking did indeed build him some light muscle, he still worked out from time to time; he was not easily overpowered.
Sounded perfect for him.
Which was very awkward to think about.
His first day there was even more embarrassing, he recalls. The owner, a shorter man named Dandy, decided that it'd be a good idea to not only show him around the club, but also to introduce him to the dancers.
"To loosen ya up!" he said, and maybe there was some truth to his words, because Sprout was trying very hard to be a gentleman about the semi naked people constantly walking to and fro. So much so he refused to look anywhere but his shoes unless prompted to by Dandy.
He set down a chair in the middle of the dancer's dressing room, made Sprout sit right there, and ordered the dancers to form a line in front of him to introduce themselves. Sprout had a very long night.
"His name's Sprout, be nice to him." Dandy added, and it needing to say such a thing made Sprout even more nervous.
The very first dancer was a woman named Gigi, who shook his hands with a little too much enthusiasm. The owner was standing beside him, leaning in to whisper things about the performers. For Gigi, he said, to watch his wallet. Whatever that meant.
She snickered a little before walking away.
The second dancer was another woman, Flutter. Dandy explained how she was mute, and often did duo acts with Gigi, while adding that they all have a "rule of 2s"; No talent should ever be alone, much less with a client, so they often work in teams of two to keep themselves safe. Sprout's job was, among other things, to maintain this rule and even assist whenever needed, by being a plus one. Seemed rational, to him. He nodded at Flutter and she did a little spin away. It was getting easier to look at them in the eyes.
Well, except for the third dancer, who had her back to him. No eyes there, probably.
This woman then lowered herself, arms and legs to her side like a dog, holding her weight, as she had her belly up. A pair of (upside-down) eyes met his gaze as her hair hit the floor. She was smiling really wide, fangs showing.
Through a pinched nose bridge, the owner said:
"Couldn't you just have greeted him normally, Yatta?"
"The view from here is pretty great!"
Sprout choked on his spit, crossing his legs instinctively.
He heard the woman giggle, who in one smooth movement got up from the floor, properly facing the berry this time.
"Got her from the circus, ignore her." Dandy chimed in, whispering absolutely not low enough for Yatta to not have heard him.
"It's AWESOME to meetcha!!"
"You, too?" Sprout spoke with a little difficulty, as the acrobat walked away, her ribbon-like tails grazing underneath his chin and nose. Shaking his head, he turned towards the last dancer, the sight making Sprout's breath hitch.
A beautiful boy stood in front of him; head adorned by black sheep ears, donning a silk nightgown which let him see not enough while simultaneously showing too much. They had a star on the side of their head, which twinkled and shined at him, while their eye blinked, curly eyelashes fluttering and hypnotizing Sprout.
He swallowed thickly, trying to compose himself, but it seems he wasn't the only one staring.
The star-eyed boy was admiring Sprouts features, familiarizing themselves with him. They counted the amount of seeds on Sprouts face, which looked like freckles, and they admired the way his hair ("Are those Leaves...?...") framed his face. Their gaze went down, looking at Sprout's shoulders, his rolled up sleeves, his buttoned up shirt. Sprout's belt, Sprout's—
"I'm, Astro." He managed to cough out, immediately looking elsewhere.
After a beat too long, Sprout regained the ability to speak. "I'm Sprout." He said, dumbly.
"I know. Dandy said your name."
"You're, really pretty."
"What?"
"Huh?"
Light snickering from the talents and even the owner could be heard behind them, which made Sprout curse himself mentally. Focus.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He stood up, robotically, looking directly in Astro's eye. "You all, I mean." Sprout then turned around, looking at all the dancers. Nice save.
"No pleasure to meet lil' old me?" The grown, middle-aged flower next to him said, putting its hands on its hips.
"Yes, Dandy. It's good to meet you, too."
Needless to say; it was obvious who had made an impression on him. Sprout's chest tingled at the memory of his first meeting with Astro.
That had been months ago by now; he had grown used to the club, Pink Leopard, and everyone there learned to rely on him. He also learned what Dandy's warning about Gigi meant. Sprout grumbled under his breath.
"Can you give that back."
The club's pink lights made the atmosphere blurry, the slow sultry music making everything feel like a cloud, but still he was able to make out Gigi's silhouette among the crowd.
"Give what back!" She tutted, offended, while taking a tiny sip of a non-alcoholic drink in her hand.
"My drink?" He looked at her, incredulous. "The one you just took from me."
"Dunno what you're talking about, Berry boy."
"You literally work here. You— You don't even have to pay for these! They give you these drinks for free!" Gigi snickered. "I don't even think this counts as stealing? You're just being mean. You're being mean to me right now." He crossed his arms.
Gigi drank the rest of the drink in one gulp.
"You little-"
"Look, your favorite star's about to go up."
Before Sprout could maybe physically assault her a little, she pointed at the main... 'stage'. A Silver dance pole adorned the pink catwalk, while a pink leopard statue was on its right. Dandy was doing a little intermission between shows, giving space for the upcoming dancer to get ready.
He flicked his eyes to her, mumbled an "I'll handle you later" and promptly walked backstage through one of the staff doors.
Upon entering the room, most of the girls were there chit-chatting away, but the thing that Sprout noticed immediately was Astro, who was currently struggling to put his thigh high socks fully up while standing, leaning against the wall. Sprout waved at the girls and made his way towards him.
"Hey." He greeted them, a soft voice, as they hummed in response. "You need help, don't you."
Although it wasn't really a question, Astro nodded, embarrassment in his face.
"Sit."
Astro sat down on his chair, sheep ear twitching.
Sprout kneeled down in front of him.
They could both hear Dandy talking the audience's ear off through the thick curtains separating the catwalk from backstage. He was beginning to introduce Astro to the audience, which meant their time was going to be cut short. Bummer.
"You always struggle with these, huh?" He said, not raising his sight from Astro's legs.
He focused on adjusting the socks, so they fit snuggly against their thighs, although focusing on such a thing was perhaps a bad idea. He fixed the little bow the thighs had, and rubbed the lace adorning them lightly.
"Mm, yeah." Astro replied from up above, rubbing his paws together, embarrassed.
"Then why do you keep wearing them?"
Dandy now prompted Astro to start their show, so they stood up, while Sprout remained on the floor, fingers lingering on Astro's leg a beat too long. He looked up at Astro, and they made eye contact.
"So you keep helping me with them."
"Huh?"
Astro giggled as he walked off, lace and fur trailing behind him.
Sprout sighed, dreamily some might say, watching him slip away from his grasp. He almost hugged his legs so he wouldn't leave. But that's not very professional.
After a minute or two, he stood up, brushing off the dust on his pants. Once he turned around, Flutter was approaching him. A little too quickly.
"Hi, Flutte—"
She quickly pushed his chest with a little force, before starting to sign... something. She did it so quickly and angrily he didn't quite catch it.
He blinked at her, and Flutter made a noise of frustration.
"What, what? What's wrong?"
Putting her hands in front of his face, she opened her eyes at him some more, as if to say "Dude Look."
Then she did three very simple signs; You. Astro. Kiss.
He blinked once more, speechless. He looked past Flutter, checking if anybody in the room could save him. Someone was there, for sure, but it didn't inspire much confidence in him. Regardless;
"Hey, Gigi. Yo. Help me please."
As he said this, Flutter started flapping her wings, as if she were laughing. Not a good sign.
"Don't you know sign language? Surely you can understand her." Gigi spoke, hands on her hips, suddenly appearing behind Sprout, even though she was behind Flutter just a second ago. That's scary.
"Of course I know. I'm asking you to save me from her really crazy sentences."
Gigi made a noise of amusement, and she locked eyes with Flutter.
"Really now. What'd you even say to him?"
'He should kiss Astro.'
"Wha!- You are Not winning our bet. And this is against the rules! Don't interfere with the wild life, Flutter!"
'Shut up, shut up, shut up!'
Sprout was stuck in the middle of their bickering with an unamused face, as Flutter signed insults at Gigi, while she just started saying she's a nerd and a dork. He has to work with 12 year olds.
Wait, hold on, "Bet? What bet?"
Both of the ladies stopped their argument to look at him, then they both smiled so wide their eyes turned into slits, almost. Kind of like crescents. He misses Astro.
Gigi hugged his neck from behind, and Flutter simply stayed in front of him with a tilted head.
'We're betting on you.'
"You're betting on me." He repeated, as if that'd make what she signed different.
"And Astro." Gigi added.
"I don't really understand this. Can I go do my job now." He looked to his sides, looking for a pacifist way to escape the situation. He could easily push them away, probably, but that's rude.
"Flutter says you'll kiss this week, but I say you'll do it in like, a year. You're really dumb so I'm being extremely generous, actually."
Flutter swatted at Gigi, which she just laughed at.
"Kiss?...." He repeated again, stupidly.
"Come on, dude. You guys are so obvious. Ain't that right, sweetie?"
Flutter rolled her eyes, then nodded.
"Obvious about... what? Look, I really do need to go-" He tried to step away, but Gigi held him in place. She's deceptively strong. "Are you guys really betting on us. To kiss."
They both nodded slowly.
"......How much." He squinted at them.
"Like, five hundred."
Sprout just closed his eyes and shook his head.
"You're both crazy, that'd never happen."
Flutter tapped his face so he'd open his eyes, and then signed;
'Are you stupid or what'
"No. Why would they want that? They'd probably be weirded out you guys are doing this."
'You're... stupid.' She had a long pause between the words, signing loosely. She was looking at him with wide eyes that were painted in pity.
"Dude, he, like, totally wants you. Come on." Gigi insisted, almost sad.
"Really funny guys." He just looked at the ground.
"Astro literally-" Her sentence was cut short, as Astro's voice reached a concerningly high volume.
"Get off me!"
Gigi and Flutter immediately left him alone, looking into the catwalk, which showed Astro's leg being grabbed by a customer, pulling Astro's sock off. After he fixed it for them.
Huh.
Sprout walked, ran, almost, toward Astro, separating them from the assailant.
"Sss... Sprout! Thank god you're he—" Astro exclaimed, but it fell on deaf ears. Sprout jumped off the catwalk and locked eyes with the one who touched Astro, before punching him square in the face. The crowd gasped, so did the victim, who attempted to fight back, but Sprout quickly threw him on the ground to continue punching him.
This continued for a little too long. Sprout's breathing was ragged and accelerated, beating this man unconscious, and continuing even after his arms went limp. The warm, boiling, blood on his hands didn't exactly bother him; he worked with scalding liquids often due to being a baker. This is just like punching dough to flatten it.
He only stopped once three of the dancers were pulling him off the now perhaps deceased man. On his open palm laid Astro's sock, which Sprout picked up and bunched up into his pocket before getting separated completely from the victim.
The girls led him to the private dance section of the club, which laid empty; the entrance had a door made out of strings of beads and had a lot of dark pink cushions. The room was exclusively lit by a pink neon light installed on the floor.
Gigi sat him down on one of the cushions and said, something, to him. He wasn't listening to her, either. He put his hand inside his pocket and caressed Astro's sock.
He heard the girls leave the room, the distinct sound of the beads betraying so.
Sprout took this brief alone time to relax. He sighed and relaxed his shoulders, massaging them with his free hand, covering himself in blood unknowingly. Humming to himself soothed him, until he heard the beads move again; someone went inside.
"Sprout? You here?" The moon's voice rang out, soft and worried.
"Yeah," He lifted his hand slightly so Astro could see where he was, but he didn't turn around. He doesn't want to look at him, not yet.
"Uhm, hi." Astro moved behind him, awkwardly, as his long nightgown trailed after him, like a cloud.
"Hi. How are you?" Sprout asked, looking straight ahead.
"Gooood?"
"I have your sock, do you want it back?"
"Ahhm...?...... Yeah..." They travelled to stand in front of Sprout's couch. His gaze drifted from the wall to Astro's paws, eyes focused on the one that's uncovered, then he slowly lifted his head. Astro was wearing white panties, adorned in lace. Pretty. His chest was barely covered by the white lingerie he was wearing, he could even see his scars through it. The long, see-through sleeves of his nightgown flowed well with the entire outfit. He then locked eyes with Astro.
"Sit." He patted the couch, right next to him, making Astro's sheep ears twitch once more.
Astro sat down on the couch.
Sprout kneeled down in front of him. Again.
He pulled out the sock from his pocket and tried to straighten it to the best of his ability. Both Sprout and Astro ignored how it was covered in blood.
As he was putting the sock on, Astro spoke up, shy.
"Why did... you do that?"
"I don't really know."
Astro hummed. Sprout very slowly started pulling the sock up.
"He deserved it, though." Sprout mumbled against Astro's skin.
"Yeah, he did. Thank you."
He adjusted the sock all the way to Astro's thighs, rubbing it absentmindedly. They didn't seem to mind.
"You've never been that, uhm, aggressive. Before."
"He was touching you." The mere thought of it made Sprout accidentally squeeze Astro's thigh in anger, getting blood on it. He ignored the way their breath hitched.
"And that made you so angry you beat him up?"
"Ha, I guess. Why? You're into that?" He looked up finally, looking into Astro's star.
"Ye—" Sprout pulled the cuff of the sock away, then let go, making it smack against Astro's thigh. "—s!"
"Really now?"
"You care so much about me. I think that's sweet."
"Caring about you is my job, though. Caring about you all."
Astro frowned at that. "But I'm special, aren't I?"
Sprout kissed Astro's thigh in response, earning a sigh.
"You treat me so differently from the girls. I'm special, right, Sprout?"
"Yes." He replied, trailing kisses from their thigh to their hip.
"Say it, please." He was pleading, now. And of course, Sprout obliged.
"You're so special," Was said between kisses. "It's so obvious, isn't it?"
Astro sighed happily, leaning into Sprout's touch, his hot breath hitting their skin and giving them goosebumps.
"A little. You just beat up a guy because he touched me."
Sprout bit Astro's hip at that, earning a squeak.
"You're never letting that go, huh?"
"It's, ah, hard to ignore, when you're covering me in blood."
Sprout smiled sheepishly, muttering an apology he didn't mean, before diving in to kiss and nip at his body again. He was slowly going up; from his delicious thighs, his pretty waist, his soft tummy...
"You're gorgeous." Sprout muttered, two simple words that made Astro twitch in delight.
"Nooo... I'm not."
The berry kissed Astro's top surgery scars through the lingerie, ignoring him.
"You're so beautiful."
Astro didn't reply, simply ran their hands through Sprout's hair. It's as soft as they daydreamed about.
Sprout went from their chest, to their shoulder, their collarbone, neck, jawline, cheek...
"Please," Astro whined, pulling on his hair slightly.
"Please, what?" Sprout's fingers were starting to sneak underneath Astro's bra.
"Kiss me, Sprout, please."
"Yes, my moon."
Leaning in immediately, they both smiled into the kiss, the same word in each others minds; Finally.
It was slow and tender at first, of course. A small "I like you", a sweet, nonverbal confession into each others mouths. But there were countless conversations left unsaid before this.
A bite, what took you so long? A lick, I've wanted you since I first saw you, a gasp, I need more.
Slowly, so slowly, Sprout began to hold Astro's hands, pushing him against the couch. With all the love in the world, he explored their mouth, committing it to memory. Astro pushed him away after a moment, just an inch, to gasp air in.
"You, taste like, strawberries." They said, voice hoarse, panting.
"Obviously." A snort was cut short, as Astro tugged Sprout's head down by pulling at his hair, sealing each others lips into a kiss once more. Desperate.
"I love strawberries."
Sprout adjusted his grip on Astro's hands, holding them tighter, pushing him more into the couch. He overpowered them, tilting his head into the kiss to properly taste their tongue. When Astro separated for oxygen again, their lips were connected with a string of saliva.
"You're so rough," Astro managed to squeak out.
"Sorry, I can be gentle." Sprout loosened his grip on their hands, only for a small rumble in Astro's throat to be heard. Did he just growl at him?
"No. More." Astro hugged Sprout's waist with their legs, pushing him even closer, making their bodies touch in a way that made them both gasp. Sprout's hips stuttered.
"Can't you just wait a second? I want to taste you."
"I've waited long enough for you." Astro's sheep ears were floppy.
Sprout just trailed more kisses from their jaw to their neck, sucking on it with purpose.
"I'll take care of you, you just have to trust me."
"Okay."
Letting go of their hands, Sprout mapped out the entirety of Astro's chest with touch alone, noticing all the little moon craters scattered throughout. His thumb caressed the scars again, admiring their beauty. After a mean glare from Astro, a subtle "Go on.", Sprout continued his journey through their body. Squeezing their waist, rubbing circles on their hips, he delicately started to slip their panties off. Sprout lowered his body, legs hitting the floor, kneeling once more for the moon.
Astro was generous enough to lift his hips a little for easier removal of the undergarment, then once it was discarded he sat back down, inching closer to Sprout's face. The berry squeezed the fat of Astro's thighs, making them spread a little more. The only light in the room made everything look pink, but Astro's eye star twinkled impossibly bright above him.
Sprout admired Astro's beauty for a few moments more; the moles, the craters, the dark crescent shape that looked like a womb tattoo, the dark and short curly fur beneath it. Sensing his moon's impatience, he planted tender kisses to Astro's inner thigh, slowly inching closer to where he was needed.
"I hope I taste okay." Astro said, looking away briefly.
"I'll be the judge of that." Sprout replied, immediately diving in. The dancer's response was instantaneous, a loud gasp followed by a rumbly whine.
The baker's tongue moved just like it did in Astro's mouth; with fervor, with obsession. Sprout grabbed his moon's hips and moved them closer to his mouth, his entire face buried in their warmth. Astro's squeaks and gasps encouraged him to devour them whole. They started to grind their hips on Sprout's face, his nose rubbing against their clit.
"You're!— sooo, good, at this," Astro attempted to say, voice cut off by moans and whines. The praise made Sprout groan into his meal, vibrations travelling through their bodies.
Sprout separated his face from Astro a little, saliva connecting them once more. "You taste like a fucking peach," The berry said, between long and wet kisses to Astro's clit, chin covered in juices. He rubbed Astro's thigh, slowly moving his hand to insert one of his fingers inside his moon. Astro threw his head back.
"I like you." The baker confessed, again, as he curled his finger inside, his palm rubbing against Astro's clit, stimulating it again in a way that was almost overwhelming.
"Say it again," Astro sounded breathless.
"I like you."
"Again,"
Sprout inserted another finger, obscene sounds coming from Astro's prince parts.
"I love you, Astro."
Sprout felt them clench around his digits, voice getting whinier and whinier with each thrust. He kissed Astro right where his palm was hitting, fingers curling to hit Astro's delicious sweet spot.
Astro's sentences became incomprehensible, a jumble of words, some of them Sprout recognized, such as his own name on Astro's lips. It sounded perfect when they said it.
"Cum—Cumming, Sprout, I'm!—"
To help them ride it out, Sprout's fingers kept pumping slowly, going as deep as he could reach, mouth glued to the sensitive button he loved so much. Sprout looked straight into Astro's eyes, which seemed to be glazed over.
If the bakers knuckles weren't wet before, they were dripping now, Astro's juices were running down his entire hand. His moon's legs kept kicking and twitching accidentally, as he tried to recover from the high. Sprout rubbed comforting circles on Astro's thighs, cooing in his ear about how pretty he is.
After catching their breath, Astro hugged Sprout, who replied immediately, a warm embrace enveloping them both. Astro tried to be less obvious about the way they were sniffing Sprouts hair, to no avail.
"You okay?"
"Mmmh, yeah... yes, I'm okay..." Astro sounded dizzy, his voice betraying the big smile on his face. "More..."
"You want more?" Sprout smiled back, while Astro simply buried his face in the crook of Sprout's neck. "Yeah..."
"This is right where you wanted me all along, isn't it? So needy." He pet Astro's curly hair, who simply giggled and nodded into Sprout's neck.
The baker softly grabbed the moon's hips, lifting them up. He sat down on the couch, slowly making Astro sit on his lap. Their small tail wagged in anticipation. Looking down, Astro's eyes focused on the wet spot on Sprout's pants. The berry spread his legs a little wider.
"You're leaking..."
He squeezed their hips, sliding their prince parts over his bulge. Astro gasped and Sprout groaned in response. "Please, c'mon..."
The moon grinded against it, over Sprout's jeans, the texture rough on his clit. The wet spot was even more visible now, since Astro was soaked and grinding on it. The sensations made Sprout shudder. The sheep boy kept making noises, grabbing Sprout's shoulders for support. With each grind of Astro's hips, the man below him thrust upward, seeking friction.
"You're so cute," Sprout whispered out, closing his eyes to focus on the attention his lower body was getting. Astro moaned at the praise, grinding faster. "Thank youuu..."
After a particularly deep grind, followed by a hip stutter, they both groaned loud enough for the entire building to hear. Panting, Sprout held Astro's hips in place, hard enough to leave imprints.
"I need to breed you."
"Ah?"
"I didn't stutter."
Astro moaned at that, leaning in to kiss Sprout's stubble. After mouthing a barely audible 'Please,', they got off the baker's lap so he could take his jeans off. He had moon patterned boxers he quickly took off before Astro could comment on it. He grabbed Astro's hips again, immediately setting him on top of his lap again.
He lined himself up, rubbing his tip against Astro's dripping lips.
"I've never done it, without a condom..."
"Excuse me?" Sprout tilted his head at him, eyebrows knitted. "Don't talk about others using you in front of me. I'll bruise your cervix."
"Oh, God." The moon giggled, gyrating their hips on Sprout's length.
"I better only hear my name from now on."
"It's the name my bedroom is most used to..."
Sprout groaned, forcing Astro's hips downwards immediately, a little too deep and with a little too much force.
"Sp— Sprout!, not like—haha, oh!—that!"
He slowly raised Astro's hips, squeezing the meat, a possessive apology.
"Sorry."
"It's oka—y! Fffffuck!" Before they got the chance to finish their sentence, Sprout lowered them with force again, snickering to himself.
"You- hmmmn!" Astro made a noise of frustration, holding onto Sprout's shirt for comfort, although he was practically ripping it. The baker didn't torture him anymore, letting him get used to the size and stretch. So full.
After a few moments of Sprout humming in his ear and rubbing comforting circles on his hips, Astro spoke up, voice needy.
"You can, you can... move, haha..." They gripped the berry's shirt closer, resting their head on his chest. "Gentle, please..." a warm sigh hit Sprout's neck, making his brain fuzzy.
He tenderly rubbed Astro's sides, hand sneaking behind, rubbing his fluffy tail. Astro moaned happily into Sprout's skin. He made a mental note to be more attentive to it next time. Letting go of the soft fur, his hands held his hips firmly. Slowly raising him, he saw how Astro had coated his entire cock with his slick, Sprout wondered if they'd lick it up afterwards. Astro sighed at the way it slipped out of him, the berry had made it so only the tip remained inside. After a beat, Sprout lowered Astro again, making them feel every inch that stretched. It was so slow, tender, that it annoyed them. They scratched Sprout's chest. He replied by making him bounce faster, fluffy ears moving in tandem.
The pace was good, for now, but Astro found himself thinking that he wished this could last forever. He needed to feel the stretch of Sprout forever, feel his heat, hear his huffs and pants, the muttered swears.
He whined, not used to being explored so intimately, moaning the name of the man thrusting his hips up into him currently.
"Yeah?" He replied, although his eyes were focused entirely on the way his dick disappeared into Astro, seemingly coming out even more soaked with each thrust.
"God, you're so fucking wet."
Astro squeezed his eyes closed, whining louder this time, subconsciously clenching around Sprout. This caused him to throw his head back, a long groan which tapered into a breathless laugh.
"You're so good," Sprout praised, as one of his hands snaked up from his hip to his upper waist. The pace was getting faster, and Astro was starting to move his legs to ride him.
Between moans, Astro breathed out; "Really?", before slumping over Sprout, hugging him as he continued to ride him lazily. So tired.
"Yeah..." Sprout assured them, moving his hand up some more to hold his head lovingly. "You can hold a little longer for me, my moon, c'mon."
It felt like Sprout was hitting all the right spots, going so deep Astro felt like he was going to pass out. He was clenching down more often, feeling close.
"Don't wanna cum..." He mouthed into Sprout's neck, peppering kisses on it after. "I don't want you to leave..."
"I won't, I'll stay with you." He whispered, petting Astro's hair slowly. The thrusts kept going through it all, making both their brains feel like they were leaking.
"Forever?" The moon looked up, face inches away from Sprout's.
"Forever."
Their lips met instantly, Sprout hugged Astro's lower back in response, pushing them against him. Their bodies were flushed against each other, Astro bouncing more eagerly now. It was hitting so deliciously, and the moon was squeezing him so delightfully, they both moaned into each others mouths.
They made out like their lives depended on it, separating to gasp breaths, only to dive back in. Astro was tearing up due to all the stimulation, all the love, the attention. He separated from the kiss, panting right on top of Sprout's mouth.
"I'm gonna—"
"I know."
Sprout held Astro's thighs harshly, making Astro take his entire length, up to the hilt, in one strong thrust. This made Astro moan incoherently, cumming all over him. He was clenching around him, milking him; Sprout filled Astro to the brim. The crescent shape on top of his womb lit up, a faint white light emanating from it.
They both filled the room with their noises; names, curses, pleads, groans, and moans. Sprout squeezed Astro's thighs so strongly, he broke skin. His warm blood covered his nails. Astro was not innocent, either, scratching Sprout so hard as they came that they broke skin, too. They panted into each others mouths, drowning in their warm breaths. Sprout's hips kept stuttering from the aftershocks, making Astro moan softly, tiredness evident in his voice.
"I love you."
It didn't matter which one said it first, what mattered is that they both kept repeating it to each other, for who knows how long. Sprout held Astro impossibly close, never breaking the embrace, never separating them. The sheep boy was leaking, seed overflowing, but neither of them wanted to move.
"You have to clean me up after this." Sprout mumbled, smiling.
"Okay." Astro replied, kissing his cheek.
"N, No, wait. I was joking," Sprout held Astro's shoulders lightly, as if to stop him from getting up. "You don't have to, I'll take care of it."
Astro held Sprouts hands, sliding them off him, and kissed them. He slowly got up, his thighs sore and prince parts sensitive. They both hissed, and Sprout immediately grabbed Astro's hips, providing much needed support. Once Astro pulled out, they sighed, as milk poured out. Some of it dripped down their thighs like raindrops. The sight made Sprout's dick twitch.
Astro slowly sat down on the floor, not caring about the mess he'd made on the floor, only focusing on rubbing his face on Sprout's thighs.
"God, you don't have to, I promise."
Astro held Sprout's length in his palm, rubbing his cheek on it. He shot the baker a quick look, locking eyes with each other, as he slowly put the tip in his mouth.
Sprout hissed sharply, moaning before quickly covering his mouth with one of his hands. The other held Astro's hair.
"You really, don't need to, baby."
Astro hummed, sending vibrations through Sprout. He shouldn't have taught him that.
He slowly went down, taking one inch at a time. His tongue swirled, his cheeks hollowed. Sprout was making so much noise, he was surprised nobody told them to quiet down.
"It's sen, ugh, sssensitive. Please," He had his eyes closed tight, holding onto Astro's curls, who just went down to suck on the base and rub Sprout's leafy bush.
The baker muttered swears under his breath, as Astro slowly raised his head, a pop being heard when he finished cleaning him up. He rubbed at his chin, cleaning the saliva and slick from his face.
"You taste good..." Astro resisted the urge to nuzzle against Sprout's dick again.
"Don't say that." He lightly pulled on Astro's hair, who got up from the floor, legs shaky. He put his hands on Sprout's shoulders for support.
The berry grabbed whatever fabric he could find from the floor and started cleaning Astro up. If he put his lips in there he'd never stop.
"These are your boxers..."
"Mm, don't care..." He mumbled, focusing on cleaning up Astro to the best of his ability.
Once he finished his ministrations, Sprout got up, quickly putting his jeans back on, before turning to Astro and starting to dress him back up.
Sliding their panties back on, he kissed their cheek.
"You okay?"
"Sore... Tired."
Sprout snickered, telling them to "Sit.", an order they followed instantly. Like always.
Plopping down on the couch, Sprout knelt down before them, helping them put their socks back on. Like always.
"You're cute."
Sprout kissed his thighs once he finished pulling the socks fully up, helping them stretch their legs and paws.
"You're handsome..."
When Sprout looked up, Astro was fast asleep.
Standing up, he kissed their forehead, whispering that he loved them.
After he stretched, he decided to grab Astro, carrying them bridal style. He made his way out of the dancing booth, steps wobbly. Ignoring the way Gigi gasped then groaned upon seeing them, presumably about to give Flutter money, he carried Astro outside the Pink Leopard Club, opening his car doors. He gently set Astro down on the back seats, staring at them sleep.
Before driving off to have more fun at his house, he realized this technically can be classified as kidnapping.
Whoops.