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Derlord didn’t consider himself ‘kinky’ by any means.
But with infinite knowledge, and his mind wandering, thinking about Avery… He couldn’t help but imagine certain things coming to mind.
At first, it was tame. (As tame as being able to vividly imagine Avery and him fucking, sure.) And sure, he and Avery had fucked once or twice, (Or more accurately four or five times. Sue him. Avery just looked so nice fucked dumb under or above him.) but it was all just vanilla stuff.
Then Avery had blabbed off to him here or there, and it didn’t take a genius to guess that it didn’t bode so well with infinite knowledge.
“Y’know I can shift parts around, right?” Avery was laid on top of Derlord’s chest, legs wrapped around his hips and fingers lazily tracing little shapes into the fabric of his shirt. “..You’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that.” The knight mumbled, setting his book down on the nightstand. “Like… I can swap my dick out. For a pussy.” Avery said bluntly, sitting up. Derlord sputtered, coughing as spit caught in his throat. “I know you usually like to be the one on the bottom, but I kinda wanna see what it’d be like, too!”
The knight raised a brow after gathering his bearings. “Wouldn’t it feel the same if you just.. Kept it the same?” He asked, raising a brow. The slime hybrid shrugged. “I’m kinda curious what it would feel like with somethin’ else. Aren’t you?” Avery leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands as he grinned cheekily.
God. All Derlord could imagine was Avery sprawled out under him (or maybe riding him, he wouldn’t be opposed) taking him in. Would he be more whiny than he was when he was on top? Or maybe he would be dominant. So many thoughts. So many visions.
“You always make me make bad decisions,” Derlord mused teasingly, though he didn’t mean a word he said. His thumbs hooked under Avery’s waistband, fingers sinking against the fabric that covered his gelatinous flesh. Avery giggled. “Nah, I don’t,” he hummed, “but I like to nudge you in certain directions.”
Fiddling with his belt for a moment, Derlord managed to get it off, slender yet scarred hands now working Avery’s zipper. Pulling it down, he slid his cold hands into Avery’s boxers, feeling around. Derlord looked up at the slime hybrid, how he wriggled and shuddered, a nervous (yet excited) giggle escaping his lips.
The first thing Derlord noticed was how wet he was. He rubbed his fingers through the wet, almost slimy fluid that came from Avery’s hole when he rubbed the pad of his fingertips just right. “You doing that doesn’t even feel that good,” Avery commented, “but it’s making me really wet..” The knight swallowed hard at the remark, face feeling hot.
He then pushed his fingers up to search for Avery’s clit, sort of dumbly feeling around before Avery shifted so his fingertips brushed against the nub. “Fuck,” the slime hybrid breathed out, biting his lip. “That’s… Different.” He muttered, letting Derlord pull his shorts and boxers the rest of the way down. ‘I can see how wet he is,’ Derlord thought to himself, vivid images of all the things he could do to him flashing in his mind all at once.
The man pushed a hand up Avery’s shirt, pressing against his soft stomach. He could see the vague outline of Avery’s organs, and he idly wondered if he could see himself through that foggy, slimy flesh, too.
For now, he’d focus on the way Avery’s lips would part around a breathless, keening noise.
“Can you just stick something inside of me?” He complained, wiggling his hips around. Derlord rolled his eyes at Avery’s impatience, moving his hand up to the shorter man’s mouth. “You’d better watch your mouth before I fuck it.” He grumbled, pressing his fingers inside, letting Avery taste himself. Avery quieted immediately, allowing Derlord to wet his fingers, tasting the musky, salty taste of his own arousal. “Pervert.” Derlord rolled his eyes, Avery parting his lips and licking his fingers.
“Only for you.”
The knight adjusted himself, scooting down more, and pushing Avery slightly downward. He pushed a finger inside, feeling the shorter man tremble at the sensation. “You’re… Really wet.” The taller man choked out, working his finger around inside him. Avery let out a pathetic, punched-out noise. “Der…” He whispered, breath shaky and uneven. “You like this?” Derlord murmured, “Like when I put my fingers in this pretty pussy?”
Avery practically squealed, bracing his hands on Derlord’s chest. “Don’t say it like that,” he breathed out, eyes fluttering as the knight pushed another digit in. “Mmm, fuck…” The slime hybrid mewled, gyrating his hips against the fingers inside him. Derlord wiggled his fingers around, trying to find the other’s sweet spot. Avery mumped, a pathetic ‘What’re you doing?’ stuttering past his lips.
When Derlord’s fingertips rubbed right against that sweet spot, Avery cried out, stomach tensing and legs jolting as the taller man pressed and pushed that spot. “There? Right there, Aves?” “God— Yes, Der, yes,” Avery sniffled, tears of pleasure and overstimulation pricking his eyes. “Feels so good,” he babbled, “don’t.. Ah! Don’t stop,” Avery was a mess, all pretty and messy and perfect. And Derlord reveled in every millisecond of it.
A third digit pushed its way inside, making Avery keen, legs weak and barely supporting his body weight. Derlord kept his free hand steady on Avery’s hip, looking up at the other man with his dark eyes. “Come on. You can keep kneeling, can’t you? Don’t you wanna be good?” Avery sniffled, nodding and grinding down against Derlord’s palm, clit twitching and pulsing against the heel of his hand.
“Cmon, Der.. Fuck me… Please?”
Whatever control Derlord had left in his body snapped, the man immediately withdrawing his fingers, leaving Avery empty and clenching around nothing. The slime hybrid practically drooled as he watched Derlord botch with his pants, pushing them down and pressing the leaking head of his half-hard cock against Avery’s soaked slit. He pressed his hand to Avery’s mouth, giving him one command. “Spit.”
And Avery, ever so pliant and wanting, did as he was told.
“Such a good boy,” Derlord praised, wrapping his spit-slick hand around his cock, working the fluid along his length. Avery nodded so hard that Derlord was sure he rattled whatever coherent thoughts were left in his brain. “Your good boy,” he managed to utter, eyes glazed over with tears and ardor. “Are you ready?” Derlord asked, pressing the tip of his length against Avery’s soaked entrance. Avery nodded enthusiastically once more, gripping onto the sheets below the two of them, chest rising and falling desperately, aching for Derlord to just take him, to just take what he—both of them, really—needed.
Avery let out a miserable little sound, bottom lip tugged taut between his teeth.
“I need this,” the slime hybrid puled, trembling weakly as Derlord pressed their hips flush together, fully sheathed inside him and bottomed out. “Need you.”
Derlord breathed out slowly, pressing his free hand right above Avery’s naval, shuddering out a breathy chuckle as he saw the shape of his cock nestled inside Avery’s cunt. “You’re so warm,” he managed to say, a frisson working its way through his body. “Can.. Can I move?” Avery muttered, wiggling his hips around, feeling Derlord’s rigid shaft press against his almost jelly-like insides. “Yeah—fuck— You can.” Derlord nodded, adjusting himself slightly so Avery could fuck himself open easier.
Derlord simply watched, weakly bucking his hips up against Avery’s awkward rise and fall of his hips, cumbersome and uncoordinated, but it still felt good regardless. “You look so gorgeous like this,” Derlord mumbled, thumb wiping the steady stream of tears rolling down Avery’s face. “Crying for me. All because you feel too good.” Derlord tilted his head, pressing his wet thumb to Avery’s mouth. “Don’t you want to taste yourself more?”
Avery nodded, opening his mouth to welcome the salty, moist digit inside. “You just love having my fingers in your mouth, don’t you?” The knight mused to himself, wrenching Avery’s mouth open, soaking in the cry that tore itself from the restraints of his throat. The slime hybrid slurred out an ‘uhhuh’, making the taller man snort. “Freak.” He teased, pressing down on the shorter man’s tongue, holding Avery’s jaws apart ever so slightly, so the man wouldn’t try and decide to be a brat and bite down.
Derlord moved to press his index and middle finger into Avery’s mouth, running along the ridges of his teeth, the buds of his tongue, and pulling his yet again saliva slick digits out of his mouth. “You’re so mean to me,” Avery whined, “poking fun at me all the time..” “I poke more things than fun at you.” Derlord jested, poking the column of Avery’s throat ever so slightly.
Derlord moved to rub Avery’s clit with his thumb, watching the other almost collapse at the sensation, Derlord grunting as he felt Avery’s warmth clench around him. Hard. Avery suddenly pressed his hips down, grinding and gyrating his hips in what seemed to be random motions. “Ungh— Avery, what are you-” His own moan cut him off. Derlord managed to push through the fog of ecstasy the feeling put —to absolutely no one’s surprise— his oh-so-perfectly-timed infinite knowledge kicked in.
“Fuck, Aves, are you spelling your name?” He groaned, partly taken aback, but more aroused than anything. “You’re mine.” Avery managed to croak out, legs shaking as he pushed to finish the ‘y’ in his name. “Need to.. Remind you.. Fuuck..” The slime hybrid resumed his bouncing, desperate and needy for the feeling of Derlord’s cock stuffed in him. “I feel so full, Der…” Avery whimpered, clenching harshly around the man’s length.
“Look what you’re doin’ to me, Der, look at it!” The shorter man cried out, moving Derlord's hand that was on his hip to his naval, reminding him of the foggy outline of his cock stuffed deep inside him.
Every circuit in Derlord’s brain seemed to snap, and fizz, and spark. “Close,” Derlord manages to choke out, “I’m so fucking close.. Are you, Aves?” He doesn’t miss the way Avery falters, as if considering. “Yeah.” He grits out through clenched teeth, though Derlord knew he was lying. “Liar.” The knight grumbles, moving his thumb in tighter, faster circles. “‘m not..” Avery whines, as if trying to convince himself, too.
“You don’t have to lie.” Derlord watched the slime hybrid keen and tremble as he put just the slightest bit of pressure on Avery’s clit. “We can always continue when I’m finished.” He argued, groaning as he bucked up inside Avery. “Fuck, fuck..” Derlord panted, bruxing his teeth together. “Ah, let- let me pull out, Aves.” The taller man pressed against Avery slightly, nudging him off, wrapping his hand that was on Avery’s clit to his cock, moving to press the hard length against the shorter man’s sensitive nub as he jerked himself off.
“I love you,” Derlord choked out, “fuck, Aves, I love you..” He let out a shaky, breathless noise as he came on Avery’s soaked pussy.
Avery shifted around, heat burning in his stomach, but not quite at its crescendo yet. “Sit on my face.” Derlord said, making Avery do a double take. “Do what?” “You heard me. Sit.” The slime hybrid watched Derlord move down so he was laid down more, swallowing hard as his face felt hot.
“If you insist,” he chuckled, moving so his heat hovered itself right above Derlord’s face. Hesitantly, he moved to sit, squeaking with surprise as the other buried his hands in his plush thighs, tongue lapping at his wetness and his own cum. “You’re so gross.” Avery rolled his eyes, though he didn’t really mean what he said. He breathed out, heart pounding in his chest at the new feeling, letting Derlord practically feast like a man possessed.
Legs weak, Avery still managed to grind down on Derlord’s writhing tongue, pressing down harder as he felt his clit between Derlord’s lips, the bundle of nerves being given a harsh suck. “Ah, fuck, Der.. You’re doing so good,” the praise slipped past his lips before he could even process what he was saying. “So, so fucking good.. Keep doing that, please, please, please…”
It didn't take long before Derlord’s ministrations brought Avery to the peak, orgasm crashing down on him like a ton of bricks. Avery managed to huff out a breath, moving off Derlord as the man gasped for air.
“That was so fucking hot.” Avery said, basically almost melted into their shared bed.
“I know.”
“..We might need to do this more.”
“I know.”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.. What don’t you know?” He playfully nudged Derlord’s shoulder. “Can you get a bath started? Pretty please?” The slime hybrid implored, pressing his face up to Derlord’s arm. “I don’t know, can I-” A yelp of surprise escaped Derlord’s mouth, his brows furrowing as he looked down at Avery. “Don’t bite me, you ass.” He scolded facetiously, lightly pushing Avery. The other giggled, rolling over slightly in their bed.
Derlord rubbed Avery’s head, getting up. “I’ll come get you when the water’s warm.”