Work Text:
Shedletsky rubbed his face. He was so fucking exhausted, goddammit. It was almost 2:00 in the morning, and he was still at HQ working on these shitty ban reports. Just stupid, trivial stuff. 007n7 getting banned again and somehow managing to bypass it, another IP ban from Mrdoombringer... but he refused to give up on this. It was due in the morning, and no way in hells is he dealing with Builderman's insufferable ass if he didn't submit it on time. He continued typing away at his computer, the blue light reflecting in his golden eyes. Clack, clack, clack. Enter. Clack, clack, clack. Enter. Over and over and over. Shedletsky's wings twitched tiredly. He hadn't had time to preen them in days. To think he used to be a god, waiting in his temple and doing whatever he wanted. Oh, how the mighty fall. Shedletsky supposed he deserved it, but nonetheless, it still burned his eyes a little when he remembered what he lost. He continued on like this, typing subconsciously as he thought about his past, for nearly forty, maybe fifty minutes, before his office door opened suddenly. He turned around slowly and tiredly. There Builderman stood, looking at him with a mix of amusement and concern. "Still here, Shed?" He asked softly, his southern drawl apparent. "Mhm," Shedletsky made a noise of assent. "Gotta finish up these reports, they're due tomorrow at 7:00 AM." He went back to typing away. Builderman walked closer slowly. Shedletsky was so absorbed in his work that he didn't notice until Builderman's rough hand was resting on his shoulder. "I can extend the deadline if ya want. Can't have ya overworking yerself." Shedletsky shook his head. "It's fine, I only have... a few more pages." He mumbled, purposely not checking how many he had left to do. He knew it was more than 'a few', probably at least ten. Builderman sighed. "Shed, I don't want ya collapsing. Get off the damned computer. When was the last time ya even preened? Yer wings look like yeh've been through a tornado." Now, Builderman, understandably, did not have the most clear understanding of avian or even bird biology. So he shifted the hand on Shedletsky's shoulder to run through his wings in what he thought was a comforting manner. Shedletsky immediately tensed up, gaze locked onto the computer like it was the most interesting thing in the universe. Builderman's hand froze. "...Ya okay, buddy?" There was no way in the nine circles of hell Shedletsky would admit what Builderman had just done. How would he even say it? 'Oh, sorry, but you just aroused me when you touched my wings. Its a thing we avians have to deal with. Don't worry.' Yeah, HELLS no. So he just nodded his head and tried to relax, though he couldn't hide the furious red blush on his face. Builderman wasn't unobservent nor stupid, he noticed the flush. "...Are ya sure?" Shedletsky's response came out choked and strained. "Yup! I'm fine, Builds! Just- ah- dont touch my wings!" Builderman quickly connected the dots, like I said he wasn't stupid. He too flushed red, but something kept his hand on Shedletsky's wing. "...Does that feel good?" Shedletsky let out what can only be described as a flustered squawk before shakily nodding. "...Oh," Builderman thought for a moment. "Would it- would it tear ya away from that work if I kept going?" Normally, Shedletsky would have played it off as a joke. But he was already aroused, and he had been pent up...and Builderman was attractive. There, he admitted it. So he nodded almost immediately. "Gods, yes. If you want to, then yes." Builderman let out a shaky laugh at how quickly Shedletsky agreed. He spun the avian around in his office chair until he was facing him. "I want to, Shed, dont worry." He muttered softly, the tentative grin still on his face. Shedletsky nodded and started unbuttoning his blue shorts. Those fuckass blue shorts, the one Builderman always teased him about. He only managed to get them to the point where Builderman could see his v-line and happy trail before Builderman took over for him. He pushed the shorts down slowly, revealing...well, everything... as they pooled at Shedletsky's talon-like feet. "...Oh." Builderman said quietly. He hadn't noticed just how aroused Shedletsky had gotten, but now, with his hard and flushed dick exposed, it was painfully obvious. "...Shut up, I've been stressed lately." Shedletsky mumbled, covering his face in mild embarrassment. "No, no," Builderman said, his smile returning. "Don't be embarrassed. Uh... how do ya want to-" "Can you suck my dick please?" Builderman blinked and let out another small laugh at how quickly he had cut him off. "Sure," He began. "A warning, though... I've never had sex with a man before." Shedletsky rubbed his neck. "Me neither. I don't really care if you mess up or something." He mumbled, a small smile forming on his face as well. Builderman's own smile widened and he got on his knees. "First time for everything, huh?" Shedletsky chuckled. "Guess you could say that." Builderman spat on his hands, making sure they had a decent amount on them before taking Shedletsky's hard dick into his hands. Shedletsky suppressed a groan as he rubbed the saliva onto his dick, making sure it was fully coated. Builderman exhaled and leaned forward to tentatively lick his tip. "Mmf..." he grinned at the noise that slipped from Shedletsky's mouth. "That feel good?" Shedletsky nodded frantically as he looked down at Builderman, leaning back in the office chair. Builderman continued to lick and kiss his tip until he worked up the courage to take just a little bit into his mouth. Shedletsky's wings puffed out and he let out a whimper. An actual whimper. The former god of the sun had just whimpered. That fact was not lost on Builderman, but he let it go for now. Shedletsky groaned again as Builderman began to move his head, bobbing it up and down. "Ff-f-fuck..." he panted out. Builderman had just started, but holy shit... it already felt so damn good. Builderman was contemplating on what to do with the part of Shedletsky's dick that wasn't in his mouth. Not that it was huge, Shedletsky was pretty average sized (maybe a bit large, but not overwhelming), just that he didnt know if he would choke or not. And how fucking embarrassing would it be if he did? He eventually settled on working it with his hands, while still bobbing his head. He licked the very tip of Shedletsky's dick and a rather salty taste appeared on his tongue. Huh. Precum didn't taste all that bad. He was prepared for worse. Shedletsky had already been reduced to a panting mess. He was rather self-conscious about it. If he had had more action lately, or if he hadn't been so damn desperate for release, his stamina would be much better. His talons found their way to Builderman's gray, messy hair and gripped it tightly, subconsciously pushing him further down on his dick suddenly to the point Builderman's nose was buried in the coily brown hair at his base. Builderman choked but didn't resist. He looked up at the avian through his lashes, tears in his eyes. The sight went straight to Shedletsky's groin. "H-holy fuck- Builds- I'm gonna-" He gasped, moving to pull Builderman off so he wouldn't accidentally choke him, but he gripped Shedletsky's thighs tightly and refused to let go. Shedletsky gave up and tugged his hair sharply before a hot, sticky substance was all of a sudden in Builderman's mouth. He didnt gag this time, just continued to move his mouth as Shedletsky's dick pulsed. When it was finally finished, he pulled off and swallowed the cum with a gasp. "Shed," he said breathlessly. "Oh my gods..." Shedletsky groaned, looking down at Builderman in a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction... and maybe a little affection. "...No homo, right?" He asked breathlessly.
"Fuck no, we're doing this again."