Archive of Our Own

“Can I stick my hand in your stomach?” Player asked, in a way that was entirely too nonchalant and far too casual for the absurdity of the question, as they leaned against his side. Resting their head on his shoulder. For the shortest of seconds, the briefest of moments, Griefer’s brain blanked, thoughts wiped out and only left with instinctive commands before everything rebooted.

“WH4T!?” He turned his head sharply, hands tightening over his controller as he stared at the top of their head. Heat rose in his face, a mix between confusion and some odd sort of embarrassment as he sputtered for a moment before the words formed on his tongue. “WHY W0ULD Y0U EV3N-WH4T MADE YOU TH1NK OF TH4T???”

“Dunno,” Player shrugged, placing their phone down beside them on the couch as they shifted their head to look at him. “Just thought it would be fun so, can I?” They asked, and Griefer paused for a moment. One longer than it took him to reboot as his eye fell down to his controller, the embarrassment and confusion was still there albeit a bit less than it was initially as he thought it over.

After being cured he never really… Thought about his body much. Aside from the coolness points his new features gave him, alongside having to navigate everything said new features gave him –sunbathing feels so good now, that and only seeing out of his left now– but other than that… He never really paid much attention to it. Like sure, it was there, but it never interested him past a passing glance since it just. Worked.

His eye fell from his controller down to his stomach, then flickered to Player and back. He leaned back against the couch with a sigh, taking one hand off the controller and lifting up his shirt with that same hand. “F1N3.” He stared hard at the TV, absolutely refusing to take his eyes off of it as he tried to ignore the warmth in his face. “ST1CK YOUR H4ND IN TH3R3, OR WH4T3VER.”

It’s not like they actually could though, right? He’s never tried before…

Player shifted immediately, bringing a leg up onto the couch as they turned towards him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” They waited for Griefer to nod before their fingers gently touched down on his stomach. He barely held back a snort as they poked and prodded at his side, not enough pressure to really do anything but enough for their fingers to be noticed. He tried to stay still, focusing on the TV while willing his lips to not turn upwards and choking giggles down in his throat.

He couldn’t even play his game –what with one hand and all– and his grip was turning shaky at best with the amount of effort he was putting into not laughing. So before he could drop it and utterly ruin his evening, he put it down on the couch with his now free hand forming a fist that he coughed into to hide a giggle that slipped out.

Only for that cough to turn into an outright yelp when their fingers actually sunk into his side. His back straightened, head falling in pure and utter bewilderment as he stared at where the tips of their fingers stuck inside of him. A moment passed, nothing but breathing filled silence, before Player continued. Bewilderment shifted its way into curiosity, enough to suppress most of the giggles he felt bubbling up to instead just leave him slightly trembling.

It felt… Weird. Which was a light way to put it. Watching their fingers sink into his side down to the first knuckle and feeling it doing so. His trembling turned to slight squirming, laughter forgotten as their fingers sank and sank into his torso. Then the second, swiftly swallowed by the third with the palm of their hand soon following.

The hand on his face was quickly used to hide something else while his legs closed, the heat once on his face falling down into his core as his cock twitched, then throbbed, as their entire hand was inside, swallowed down to their wrist. His breaths came out a bit rougher, a bit harsher, when their fingers wiggled around inside of him, feeling far more intimate than he thought something like this would have felt like.

“You okay?” He shivered, having forgotten that they were so closed, as their breath washed over his ear. The sound of their voice fighting for the attention of what was happening down below. “I’m not hurting you, right?” They asked, and Griefer hated that question because something clearly other than pain was happening right now.

“1’M…” He bit back a moan, potently aware of how their free hand ran along the small of his back to trail over his hip. “F-F1N3-” His breath hitched and their hand slipped down his thigh, down over what he tried to hide. Fingers rested against his bulge, not rubbing, not moving, simply resting in a way that made Griefer want them to do anything else.

“You sure?” They asked, a certain lightness to their voice that was a mix between teasing and genuine curiosity. There was a smirk on their face, he couldn’t see it but he could hear it in their voice, and he knew damn well they knew what they were doing and what effect they were having. “You don’t have to pretend, you know, you can tell me.”

“S-SHUT… UP.” He growled–or tried to, at least, because even to his own ears it came out as more a lustful whine than anything approaching aggressiveness. They hummed lowly –and gods it sounded hot– as they shuffled a bit closer, pressing themselves further against his side. Their breath hot against his ear, that damn smirk that he could see from the corner of his eye when he turned his head just enough, the way their fingers moved around inside of him and the ones just resting over his bulge and feeling every twitch and throb that ran through his cock.

It was stupid, it was unfair, it was completely and utterly turning him on.

“Do you want to sit in my lap?” They questioned, voice a low purr that was all too sure yet tinged with the slightest bit of curiosity. Like they already knew his answer, but not how he would say it. “You’re so hard down here,” Their index finger ran down over his bulge slowly, so utterly slow that he felt like he would be driven mad, and his cock throbbed in response. “Bet you would throb nice and hard in my hand, wouldn’t you? Would feel better than being stuck in your pants, wouldn’t it?”

His eye slipped shut as their index finger made its way back up, a pant falling from his lips as his hips followed the movement. A spike of pleasure from inside him that fueled the heat in his core that forced a full, blown out whine from his throat when they traced over the bone of his hip. He mumbled something–maybe their name, maybe a curse, or maybe nothing at all he didn’t even know and he didn’t –couldn’t– hate it.

He didn’t even know how or when he got into their lap –either by himself or by them moving him– all he knew was that he just was and that he didn’t want to move. Whatever tension that was inside of him vanished, his weight fully resting against them while his head tilted to lay against theirs. His face felt hot, his body felt hot, he could feel them rummage around inside of his torso and his cock throbbing.

And then his cock met open air, and he couldn’t help but shiver.

“P-PL4Y3R…” He mumbled, a soft moan slipping past his lips when their fingers closed around his shaft followed by his hips jerking up into their hand. It felt so warm and he just-he couldn’t stop himself when everything they did just felt so good. “Shhh,” They said, a sureness in their voice that was enough to clear most doubts yet soft enough to blur the edges of whatever was left into something softer. “I know what you want, just focus on feeling good. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

He had nothing to say—couldn’t say anything, actually, only mindlessly nodding along to their words as lips pressed gently against his cheek. The kiss soft and utterly nothing compared to everything else, but just enough to make him melt against them.

Slowly, their hand moved up and down, each pump from tip to base enough to make him shiver. A moan fell from his lips, hips rolling softly against their hand with each upward drag and downward pull. His legs spread wider, instinctively revealing more of himself to their gaze and letting them do as they pleased, with another whine forcing its way out of his throat as their fingers trailed along their pelvis.

His breaths turned quick, inhales shallow and exhales short, as they slowly picked up speed. Up and down, down and up, precum bubbling out from his tip as his hips tried to follow their rhythm, whines and whimpers falling from his lips with every pump, every touch against a bone that wasn’t supposed to be touched.

The heat inside his cock tightened, so much faster than it usually would, and Griefer loved and hated it. It felt so good but he knew if it continued tightening he would fall over that edge and he didn’t want to yet, even if it would feel so good.”PL4YER…” He breathed out, though it was difficult when his lungs burned with the lack of breath it demanded. “S-SL0W… GONN4…”

“Already?” They murmured, surprised but not mocking, and slowed their hand in response. It was hard to decide between a whine and some thankful, wordless, mumble at that. “Who would’ve thought you would be so responsive, huh?” They teased, but in the state he was in he didn’t even feel the faintest embers to retaliate against it, not when they made everything feel so good. Lips ghosted over his neck, fingers slowly pumping up and down his shaft as he throbbed harder in their hand, aching with denied release. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

He couldn’t help but believe them.

Their hand moved slowly inside of him like they were trying to map out his insides piece by piece. His breaths grew shorter, chest heaving, as pants fell from his lips. Thoughts faded, crumbling away little by little while the edges of his mind blurred, lust layering itself over his mind like fog. “Thaaaat’s it,” They said, voice barely above a –pleased– whisper and yet so loud at the same time. “You’re doing so good, you know that?” His cock throbbed, precum running down to coat both his shaft and their fingers while they used it like lube, slightly speeding up every few pumps and sending his hips jerking. Only to slow down to a crawl on the next few, drawing out whines and whimpers while his cock ached.

“Such a good boy…” They said, the slightest purr to their voice that weaved itself between whatever vague thoughts Griefer had left. Threading into the foundations of his mind, brick by brick, and only serving to further the pleasure that it made so hard to think. “You like me touching you here?” A trembling moan left his lips when –again– they traced along his pelvis, touch slow through his side but just enough. “Or maybe–” They chuckled, softly, like they were privy to some joke he wasn’t. “Here?”

A moan –loud and unbidden– forced itself out of his throat before cutting off into something strangled as his back arched, vision exploding into nothing but white as his cock throbbed. Heat coiled together in his core, tightening and tightening so quickly and pushing him towards that edge before he could even comprehend it. Only for their hand to tighten around the top of his shaft, nothing but precum able to escape.

“Oh you like being touched there, huh?” They received nothing but a whine in response, the only sound Griefer could make when he was so close. So close to the edge only to be denied, the grip on his cock tight and not allowing his orgasm to pass. His cock felt like it was bulging with seed, throbbing angrily in place. His hips moved, trying and trying to adjust so he could cum, wordless mumbles and whimpers falling out to plead his case only for nothing to change. “Shhhh. It’s okay.” They shushed him softly, even as their fingers continued to trail up his spine and make everything worse. “You can hold on for a bit longer, right? I promise it’ll feel even better at the end, okay?”

Griefer couldn’t say anything in response, drool leaking down the corner of his open mouth as he trembled in their lap. Nothing but white and denial stamped into his mind as they continued to run their fingers along his spine, only to stop just below his ribcage with the shortest moment for Griefer to breath before they were trailing back down.

“P-PL4Y3R-” He panted out, even scraping together the willpower just to say their name hard with every touch they made. “PL34SE I W4NT- I N33D-” Words cut off, reduced to a wet, lustful sob as their thumb found its place over his head, the rest of their fingers still gripping tightly—no, even tighter now to make up for the shift in grip. His back arched, hips stuttering up into their hand as they rubbed their thumb over his urethra. “PLEASE. PL3AS3.”

“You look so adorable like this.” They murmured as wetness gathered behind his eye, slipping down his cheek while a trembling moan left his lips when they poked the very tip of their thumb into his urethra. The slightest scrape of their claw sending a sliver of pain that, when combined with the backed up pleasure only served to enhance it. “Just a bit more, okay? I'll let you cum soon, promise.” A kiss –as gentle and disarming as the first– landed against the side of his neck, and Griefer could only shiver in response.

Their hand went up and down, though the pace was steady and sure, unlike how Griefer's own hips stuttered back and forth in an attempt to chase that edge. Every rub against his spine, every trace over his pelvis, every rub and dip from their thumb scratched away at the edges of his mind, eroding the foundation like waves crashing against stone, lust seeping through the cracks to claim any inch left untouched.

“Just a bit more, babe.” They whispered into his ear, words that Griefer could barely even process beneath the mix of sensation and overwhelming lust. “A bit more…” His eye screwed tighter, so much heat in his core that set every nerve alight, liquid fire running up from his sack through his shaft and staying trapped with no relief in sight. His cock throbbed, desperate to release something thicker than precum as their fingers caressed his spine. “There we go, let it allll out…”

His body processed faster than his mind when their fingers unwrapped from his cock.

Thick, plentiful ropes of seed shot out from his tip, splattering against the palm of their hand that rested just a bit above his dick. A strangled sound –a groan; grunt, moan, whimper, whine? He didn’t know, couldn’t even begin to know– escaped his mouth when his lagging mind finally caught up. Denied pleasure finally allowed its escape like the flood from a broken dam, rushing and rushing now that it had its taste of freedom.

His already empty mind blanked, struggling to process anything but pleasure as white consumed him. Blood rushed in his ears as he continued to cum for what felt like seconds, minutes, hours, every touch to his spine sending him just that bit further, letting him cum just that bit more until finally, finally nothing more came out.

Griefer laid limp against them, twitching and trembling lightly while his cock throbbed with nothing left to give before starting to flag with subsiding lust. His chest heaved –up and down– as he tried to breath, clawing any modicum of sanity he could back into his mind before he opened his eye–or blinked it open, more like. Stars fading from his vision the longer he kept it open, and the hand that had –at some point– fell down onto the couch came up to rub the lingering wetness out of his eye.

“FUCK1NG 4SSH0LE…” Griefer grumbled, willing whatever strength he could manage to tilt his head down as his hand fell. His cock was a mess, covered in a mix of precum and cum and so was their hand, their legs between his thighs –and his pants by extension– wasn’t spared either, now that he looked at it. The only sliver of fortune was that it would be a bit easier to clean up, hopefully.

“Sorry, sorry.” They chuckled lightly, a mix between something amused and apologetic, as they pulled their hand out of his torso –and gods did that feel weird– and he felt them shrug against him. “You looked so cute like that, I couldn’t help myself. Besides…” They lifted their hand, raising it to eye level as cum dripped sluggishly off their clawed digits. “I think the pay off was pretty good, right? I mean, it looked and sounded so, at least.”

Griefer blushed, averting his eye down into his lap then down off to the side. His own sounds replaying in his mind and making embarrassment settle itself into his gut. Gods, he probably sounded like some whore and it was- well, it wasn’t bad but it still took some getting used to when he was the one on top for so long.

“Hey,” Their voice dragged him out of his thoughts, their chin coming down to rest on his shoulder while their hand –the one not covered in cum– wrapped loosely around his waist. “You did so good for me, babe, nothing to be ashamed about.” They said, and it was hard not to believe them when they kissed the space between his shoulder and neck so softly, pulled him closer against them and rubbed his hip –not sinking in just, rubbing…– so gently.

He could feel their chest rising and falling against his back, could feel their warm breath wash over and the softness of their lips when they kissed up his neck, could feel the heat of their body so close and it was hard, really, to imagine them as the same person who he had tried to kill a few months ago. Who had bested him again and again –even when he had, well, truth be told, done something stupid– and at the end of everything went out of their way to cure him.

They were strong, stronger than him that was for sure. Did they even-

Their lips landed against his jaw, a softness that merely lingered before they worked their way up while their hand moved. Nothing but a slow, gentle touch up his torso that made him tremble as their claws lightly raked across his body. He kept his shirt up, feeling as they worked their way up his chest before over his neck, across his Adam’s apple –and that vulnerability made him shiver– and to the bottom of his chin before finally making their way up to his face.

His head was turned –gently– to face theirs, a thumb softly tracing over his bottom lip before they looked him in the eye. “Can I kiss you?” They asked, and for some reason the question made his heart skip a beat, made something flutter in his stomach like he was having his first kiss all over again.

–know how hard it was for him to spiral when they were around?

Silence reigned, all for but a moment, before Griefer remembered that he was capable of speech.

“Y43…” He mumbled, and that was enough. Their lips met his while their thumb moved to rest over his cheek, rubbing a gentle circle –wary of their claw– that eased out his tension. No tongue was involved –not yet, at least– as they tilted their head slightly to kiss him better, a softness that lingered for all but a moment when they pulled back before pushing back in. They didn’t pinch, they didn’t squeeze, they didn’t bite, nothing to make his lips open and yet, still, he found himself opening them before the thought even crossed his mind.

Their tongue slipped inside, after a moment, and Griefer opened his jaw just a bit wider while his eye slipped shut. Their tongue ran over his teeth, slow and unhurried, before licking up and down at the inside of his cheeks. He shivered slightly at the feeling of their tongue lapping at the roof of his mouth, before dropping and digging beneath his tongue to the floor of his it. They licked at his tongue softly, before moving back to exploring his mouth. Every inch, every nook and crevice they could reexplore they did, the brief taste of them on his tongue as their saliva mixed with his.

His cock twitched between his legs when their tongues touched again, already rising to half-hardness despite the kiss not even being anything hungry. Soft and slow, calm and patient in a way that made him want more of it, made him not want it to end. He didn’t even know when he allowed them to control the pace of it, nor when he got so lost in it. Their thumb rubbing a soft circle against his cheek that made it hard to think about anything else.

Seconds? Minutes? He didn’t know how much time had passed before they eventually broke from the kiss, his eyes opening half-lidded and watching as a thin strand of saliva broke between their lips. He panted softly, a bit out of breath and feeling so weak against them.

The taste of smoke rested heavily on his tongue.

“You’re so pretty like this.” They murmured, dropping a kiss at the corner of his lips before their eyes shifted downwards, hand moving down his face and into open air. Griefer shivered, when their fingers rubbed gently against his tail, eager and drooling while they guided it up from its spot on the couch. “Sorry to leave you out of the loop, little guy, forgive me?” They pressed their lips against its, and it didn’t take long for its tongue to leave its mouth and enter theirs.

Griefer shifted subtly; a mix of arousal, jealousy and incredulity settling in his core as he watched his tail eagerly respond to their advances before he paused. His eye dropped briefly, shifting a bit more and hearing them groan slightly into his tail’s mouth.

“Y0U’R3 H4RD.” He said, unsure how he didn’t notice it beforehand. No, no, he knew how. It was their fault, obviously, for making him feel so good that he couldn’t process anything else. They broke off from the kiss after a moment, saliva breaking between their lips and they smiled at him sheepishly. “Uh, yea. I am.” They half shrugged, rubbing their thumb along his tail’s cheek. “I can take care of that later-”

“T4KE OFF Y0UR P4NTS.” Griefer spat out, brows furrowing while they paused for all but a moment too long. “What…?” They asked, dumbly, and Griefer couldn’t help but roll his eye as he got up out of their lap. Spying a mess of green over their right thigh. “1 S41D TAKE OFF YOUR P4NTS.” He grunted, not even waiting for them to process the demand before he was already bending down to unzip them. Their hand flew up, before hovering when they remembered it was, well, covered in cum.

“I mean, you don’t have to do this.” They swallowed slightly, eyes following him as he got down on his knees. He pulled down their zipper before hooking his fingers into their pants, dragging it and their underwear down. Revealing more and more scaled flesh the further he went. “I can just go rub one out in the bathroom-ow!” His tail bit them on their cheek, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly enough to make his displeasure known as he pulled their pants down over their knees.

“D0N’T C4RE.” His eye landed on their cock, now free of its confines and –he was practically blasted by the musk– throbbing in the open air. Big was something nearing an understatement. He swallowed down the extra drool that threatened to drip from his mouth at the sight, warmth lightly dusting his cheeks as he finished pulling their pants down to rest around their feet. “1 WANT T0 SUCK YOUR D1CK, S0-” He pushed their legs apart, moving in until his face was next to their cock. Close enough for him to breath in his musk, and his breath to wash over their shaft before he paused, glancing up at them. “-C4N 1…?”

They looked at him for a moment, the faintest bit of pink on their cheeks that made some measure of smugness curl in his chest before they cleared their throat. “Yea, if you want.” They said, and Griefer huffed lightly as his eye fell back to their cock, trembling beneath his breath before throbbing out a dollop of precum. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, lapping softly at their head before bringing it back past his lips.

Hot –just like the rest of them– and salty, he didn’t know if it was because of the kiss earlier but smoky, too. He licked his lips, wanting more than a small sample.

He licked at the underside of their head, a slow –short– drag of his tongue that already had them shivering. He tilted his head to the side, pushing his face down to their base while resting his hands on their inner thighs. He lapped lightly at the underside of their shaft, pressing his nose against their crotch as he inhaled their scent that was even stronger now that he was so close to the source. A mix between sweat and sulfur, strong, heavy, and oh so good.

He breathed in and out, just for a few moments, letting their scent settle into his lungs before breathing out only to draw it back in. “Wanna share, little guy?” Their voice came from above him –slightly amused– and he briefly opened his eye, though he was unsure when he closed it, and glanced up to see them licking his cum off of their hand alongside his tail. His eye fell while he pulled his head back, once again back at their tip before he peeled his lips open.

Their head tasted like sweat, as soon as it rested on his tongue, and was hot to the touch. Not enough to be scalding, a few touches below but multiple above warm. A low, long, hiss came from above him, like the sizzle of butter melting on a pan as their tip throbbed in his mouth, precum running over his tongue and swallowed down his throat. He pushed forwards after a moment, taking more and more of their throbbing cock into his mouth, pulsing with heat and rising pleasure while he stretched his jaw wider to accomadate them.

“Flamin’... Hell-” They panted above him, hand coming down to rest on his head. Not controlling, nor guiding, just resting there as if to give them stability. He felt their thighs tremble against his hands, followed by the slightest shifts of their hips like they were holding themselves back from thrusting. “You’re… Good at this…” They groaned, and Griefer didn’t think he was doing anything special, really.

From the corner of his eye he saw their tail –usually so still and composed– shifting on the edge of the cushions. The flame that hovered over the tip was burning a bit brighter while its usually contained shape wavered, like it was struggling to maintain itself.

Their head was tilted back, cheeks red with lust, eyes half-lidded as smoke billowed out from the corners of their slightly parted lips when he risked a glance. Their eyes were slightly glassy, not to the point of tears but enough to see the heat they contained. They caught his gaze, breathing out slowly the lower and lower he got down their shaft as his hand started rubbing along his head, like silent encouragement before –with a short, smoke filled, gasp from them– he got down to their root.

Griefer hadn’t even noticed.

Their cock pulsed, hot and heavy, in his mouth–in his throat and against his tongue as the taste of their precum grew stronger with each and every throb. He felt stretched, like all the space inside was filled up as he swallowed it down, a groan leaking from above as he did. His tongue laid against the underside of their shaft, and Griefer was glad they weren’t burning any hotter because he would rather not leave with like, 3rd degree burns or something.

He pulled back slowly, feeling them shift beneath him as their glistening cock was revealed back to open air, until he got back to their head. He suckled on it softly, occasionally lapping at it with his tongue while they panted. “Just like that…” They groaned, hips just shy of bucking up into his face as their claws brushed against his scalp softly. “You’re doing… So good for me… Babe…” Their voice was low, thick with building lust, and slow with an undercurrent of genuine praise and something else Griefer couldn’t quite place, no matter how much it niggled at something at the back of his brain.

They were holding themselves back, that much was obvious and Griefer wanted to be mad at that. Like they were treating him as something fragile despite him being the furthest thing from the word, but the way they sounded, the way they gasped and groaned with restraint that was clearly taking its toll. It wasn’t whimpering, nor was it whining, but it –alongside the taste of them, the way they throbbed so hard in his mouth– was enough to push him to full hardness.

He glanced back up at them, once again catching their gaze as they exhaled smoke like they were trying to give a factory a run for its money. Were they pent up? Is that why they were reacting this easily? It made sense based on their reaction, at least. His hand ran down their thigh between their legs, digging beneath their sack before squeezing it with his fingers. “Griefer-!” They hissed out his name, low and sharp, as they thrusted into his mouth and fed him a few inches before stopping as suddenly as they began. Eyes squeezed shut.

The hand on his head gripped tightly, for a moment, before slowly relaxing back into a simple rest and that? That was more than enough for Griefer to know what he wanted to do.

He pulled himself back up to their tip before pushing down to their root in one go, not giving them a moment to adjust to the pace as he began to bob his head up and down, back and forth. A sharp hiss quickly shifted into a low groan, fingers digging into his hair as their cock throbbed, precum mixing with his saliva while he massaged their sack to coax out more and more.

“Griefer-” They gasped out, trailing off into a growl with gritted teeth. The grip on his hair shifted between tight and lax, just like how their hips alternated between short thrusts and sudden pauses. They breathed out harshly, smoke framing their cheeks before they gripped onto his hair –tight enough to stall, but not enough to hurt– as their eyes peeled open. They didn’t glare, far from it, but their gaze rested heavy against his own, so much desire tied down by restraint. “If you don’t slow down,” They inhaled, holding that breath for one, two, three moments before exhaling. “I don't think I'll be able to restrain myself.”

Griefer snorted, rolling his eye before pulling his head back and off of their cock. “S0 WH4T?” He huffed, letting their shaft rest against his cheek as his lips turned downward into a scowl. “ST0P TR3ATING M3 LIK3 I’M SOM3THING FRAGILE.” His eye narrowed, gaze sharpening into a glare. “1 C4N TAKE 1T. S0 ST0P HOLD1NG B4CK AND JUST FUCK M3 ALR34DY.”

They paused, for a moment, eyes subtly shifting along his face like they were searching for any sign –even a hint– of something that went against Griefer’s words. Griefer glared harder, the only thing they would get.

“... You sure?” They asked, voice quiet, and before he could glare harder –or even speak– his tail beat him to it. Once again biting them on their cheek except, this time, they barely reacted to it, almost as if they didn’t feel it. Still looking, still searching.

“Y3S I’M SUR3!” Griefer huffed, rolling his eye while the hand on his head moved slowly to the back of it. He barely paid it any mind, watching as they inhaled slowly and closed their eyes. They exhaled, softly, smoke spilling out into the open air. “1 D0N’T C4R3 HOW R0UGH YOU AR3 JUST-”

The grip on the back of his head tightened, forcing his head back and over their tip before plunging it down to the base in one go. Griefer almost –very, very nearly– gagged when his throat was so quickly filled, stretched back to its limit with his eye almost squeezing shut before his head was pulled back and held for just a moment to allow him air before he was shoved back down. Up and down, down and up, with only a moment to breathe on every upwards pull before being pushed down again.

Their other hand took its place behind his head, grip just as tight as the first as they used it to bob his head up and down their shaft. Groans and growls –fuck that was so hot– leaking from behind clenched teeth while their hips began to thrust against his face, as fast as the hands dragging him down to meet them.

His tail did the panting for him, tongue hanging from its mouth and drooling near their face and over their shoulder.

Griefer closed his eye, hand slipping off of their thigh and down the couch to between his legs. He moaned around their dick, fingers wrapping around his own and beginning to pump up and down. Fast, just like the thrusts against his face, grip tight, just like the hands on his head, throbbing just like the one in his mouth and throat with quickly rising lust. His own release made it easy to follow along, the sound and feeling of his fingers running along his shaft wet and slimly.

His hips moved, back and forth, thrusting into his hand as he occasionally ran his thumb over his tip, smearing precum all over his head and using it as extra lube. Heat was once again pooling in his core, tightening and tightening as thought vacated his brain. Their thick, musky scent filled his nose every time he was brought down to their root, the smack of their hips against his face, the taste of them on his tongue and how hard they throbbed inside his mouth and throat.

Wetness pooled behind his eye again, quickly spilling between the cracks of his eyelid and running down his cheek.

He wanted to taste them, he wanted them to orgasm and fill his mouth with cum so thick he struggled to swallow it, so hard that the taste remained on his tongue for days and that he would remember every time he swallowed. His wrist worked faster, pumping and pumping as his hips moved, knees rubbing against the carpet so hard that he probably would have gotten carpet burn if not for his pants.

His other hand squeezed, going back to massaging their sack and rolling their testicle around in his palm when he remembered that it was there and it only made them thrust harder against his face. He whimpered softly when they started to grind their crotch against his face after every few thrusts, their shaft sliding along his throat while their scent clogged his nose. They were close, that much was obvious and fuck did he want it so bad.

His hand moved faster, each thrust of his hips becoming more and more desperate while the heat in his core tightened. Once groans turned into whines and whimpers, fog layering itself over his mind as he grew closer and closer to the edge yet again. The hands at the back of his head –if it was even possible– gripped tighter, forcing him down on one final, harder thrust as they ground their cock against his face. A low, lustful growl leaking from their lips as they throbbed.

And then, warmth.

Hot, gooey sticky warmth that flooded his throat. Not scalding, but so hot nonetheless. He swallowed instinctively, trying not to choke on it before, after a moment, his throat relaxed, letting them fill him up at their leisure. It felt so warm in his stomach, almost like he had just drank soup instead of having cum shot down his throat. They pulled his head back after a moment, leaving nothing but their head in his mouth, still throbbing and cumming. Gods, they tasted so good.

Hot, liquid lust spilled across his tastebuds, filling his mouth with salty release before –with one last throb, one last strand of seed– they pulled out and his lips closed. It felt so thick on his tongue, coating every inch and leaving the taste of them inescapable. The grip on the back of his head finally relented, both hands trailing along the sides of his head with one cupping his cheek and the other below his chin, tilting his head back a bit.

“You look so pretty like this babe.” They softly, a thumb moving along his eye to rub away his tears and he opened it a moment after. They smiled down at him. “Why don't you open that pretty mouth of yours, hm?” He processed the request for all but a moment, before peeling back his lips–and they let out a purr of pure pleasure. “Look at you, all filled up…” They said, moving a thumb along his bottom lip softly. “You’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?” If there was any other thought in his head, Griefer was sure he would have done something snarky, but right now all Griefer felt himself capable of doing was nodding along and, when their thumb was removed, swallowing.

“Good boy…” They purred, rubbing their thumb along his cheek slowly. “Can you open back up for me?” They asked softly, and Griefer did. “That's it…” Their thumb pushed past his lips, resting on his tongue and coaxing it out. “You did so good for me, babe…” They hummed, softly, matched by his soft panting before they removed their hand and their head back with a smirk on their lips as they curled a single finger, beckoning. “Why don’t you come on up here?” The purr in their voice was enough to make him shiver. “Let me see you, babe.”

They leaned back against the couch and he followed, letting go of their sack to place his palm in between their legs to pull himself up onto shaky feet. They let out a pleased rumble, pushing their knee between his legs –in a silent command to spread them– and guiding him to sit over one of their legs and he leaned back a bit as the hand on his chin moved down. Trailing a slow path down his neck, his collar, his chest and stomach down to the hand moving up and down his shaft to grab hold of his wrist.

“Let me do this for you, babe.” They purred directly into his ear when they leaned forwards, hand shifting from his cheek to hold the side of his neck while resting their head on his shoulder. He let out a shakily exhale as his hand left his shaft, only for his breath to hitch when their fingers took his place and he grabbed onto the space just above their wrist.

“PL4YER…” He panted out, hips already moving against their hand. They pumped up and down, slowly gaining speed until Griefer was leaning against them, resting his face on their shoulder as he shivered, hips quickly stuttering in and out of their hand as the warmth in his core –lust? Cum? He wasn’t sure– grew tight. “FUCK- PL4YER 1’M G0NN4-” He gripped tightly onto their shirt, tail panting with him as he bucked against their hand, cock throbbing, precum leaking from his urethra like a faucet as white once again crept back up on his mind.

Then their hand tightened, thumb once again blocking his urethra.

And Griefer whined.

“PLE4SE… PL34SE!” Griefer whined, whimpered, mewled–whatever as he rutted against their hand, over their leg, tears running down his face because he was so, so close. “L3T ME CUM PLE4SE- G0D 1- FUCK!” Their hand twisted, back and forth, over his shaft as they pumped up and down, movement reduced to a glacial pace that felt like it was testing the very limits of his sanity. “1’LL B3 GOOD PL34SE, PLEASE JUST L3T ME CUM!”

The hummed, low and amused, as they continued to pump up and down, down and up. “You’ll be good?” They mused, thumb rubbing softly over his Adam's apple as their voice dropped to a whisper. Thick with desire. “Then you can handle a bit more, can’t you?” Griefer whimpered, softly, as he could hear the smile in their voice though he could barely imagine it. Not with the way they were moving so slowly. Not with the pent up and building desire that was running its way through his system.

“PL4Y3R… PL3ASE…” He begged, because that’s what was wasn’t it? Begging. “1 W4NT–” His words fell out for a moment as he pushed his face against their neck, the smell of sweat and sulfur filling his noise as he fucked their hand. “PL3AS3…”

He whimpered into their neck, pants falling after each breath he took when they continued to jerk him off so slowly. He could hear them breathing into his ear, could feel the smoke that wafted from their lips tickling his ear, could feel the heat of their body from where his face was placed against their neck. He felt so pathetic, just sitting on their leg like this, begging to be able to cum. He hated how desperate he felt, he hated how hot the simple act of them breathing sounded, he hated how good they smelt, hated how slow their hand moved and yet made him feel so good, hated how his legs and arms and just everything felt so weak.

Heat pooled in his core, building and building as his thrusts grew rougher, slopplier. Pants growing heavier, whimpering longer and longer while his eye squeezed shut, inhaling harder and harder. “PL4Y3R…” His voice was fragile, weak, as he felt warmth travel up his shaft only to once again remain trapped in his dick, unable to move further because of how tightly they gripped him. “1 N33D… FUCK-” He sobbed, unable to stop himself from rutting against their hand –so, so warm– and a part of him doubted he would even if he could have. “PL34SE…”

“Shhhh,” Their thumb pressed against his urethra, almost as if he were teasing it. “You’ll get to cum soon, babe, don’t worry.” They murmured, tilting their head down to press their lips against his neck softly. A ghost of a touch that sent a shiver down from the spot through his body. Their hand left his neck and found its new place over his hip, snaking its way up his shirt and over his side. “Keep being a good boy and wrap your legs around me, okay?”

Griefer murmured something –he wasn’t even sure what himself– in response, soon after doing as told. Shifting around as they inched forwards, wrapping his legs around their waist. Their hand still worked his shaft, even despite how close their bodies were now. They turned to the side, repositioning themselves on the couch before Griefer felt himself falling yet not really when they leaned down.

His back hit the cushions softly, though his breath was still stolen when they started to nibble against his neck with the hand on his side grabbing the edge of his shirt and pushing it up towards his chest before they leaned away, and he barely had a moment to process the loss of contact before fingers pushed cloth against his lips. Wordlessly, he opened them, letting them push their fingers into his mouth as he got the silent message to bite down on the fabric, which was what he did when they pulled their fingers out.

He cracked open his eye, enough for it to be half-lidded, and his blurry gaze quickly found theirs. The amount of desire resting inside of them was enough to send him over the edge if he weren’t already. “Cum.” They said, more like panted. The word was barely processed –not even for a moment– before their grip slacked just enough for his seed to escape and, as soon as that first strand did, the once glacial speed of their hand sped up.

His back arched, hips thrusting mindlessly as his eye rolled back in his skull and he moaned into cloth. “That’s it… Just like that…” They murmured, voice low and purring as they worked his sensitive shaft. Up and down, down and up, twist and twist and repeat. “Such a good boy…” Strand after strand of liquid heat fell against his stomach, encouraged by each pump and twist meant to milk him of his seed. Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, once from the agony of denial and now from granted release.

Their thumb rubbed at the underside of his head, moans reduced to pants, while their grip slowed when the strands grew thinner, shorter. His cock throbbed, flexed, yet after that nothing came out but their hand was still moving up and down, down and up so Griefer’s hips kept moving, softly rolling back and forth while the stimulation kept him hard.

Then they let go, letting his cock flop down against his stomach and start to wilt. Griefer’s teeth unclenched, panting as he tried to breath and he let go of their shirt, letting his hand fall against his forehead as he tried to regather himself. Their hands busied themselves at his sides, rubbing up and down and groping the flesh softly while they leaned down, whispering soft praises into his ear as he came down from his high.

“P-PL4YER… I-” He cut himself off, lungs contracting and expanding in his chest as his brain struggled to form coherent thought. He wanted… Something. But what that something was he didn’t know yet. “You okay?” They asked, softly, one hand running up his side to cup his cheek and rubbing a thumb softly over his skin. Griefer let out a soft hum, lips feeling wet, eye rolling back down to stare at the ceiling blankly. “1 WANT- I N3ED-”

“Take your time,” They whispered, moving their head back and tilting his own so they could drop a kiss against the corner of his lips. “I’m not going anywhere, babe. Just breathe for me, okay?” They asked, and Griefer did as told, inhaling and exhaling while they busied themselves with dropping kisses all over his face. From his lips to his chin, from his chin to his cheek, from his cheek to his temple and his temple to his forehead and if he felt any differently he would have grumbled because of it.

Now, though? He laid still, letting them tilt his head around and kiss his face at their leisure, focusing on breathing while warmth fluttered in his chest. Time passed, seconds or minutes going by uncounted as he regathered himself back piece by piece until he felt he had at least something vaguely resembling sanity.

He blinked, slowly, gaze moving about. If they were on the couch then…

Wait.

“FUCK!” He pushed himself up quickly, only to immediately regret that decision when they butted heads and his forehead started stinging. He shrugged it off quickly, however, as he searched beneath him. “MY C0NTROLL3R!” That was –unfortunately– one of the only few ones he had, and sure he might have treated it poorly at some moments but he would be damned if he had to explain that what done it in was him having sex.

Player backed off a bit, not moving too far and Griefer barely concerned himself with the movement because he couldn’t find it even on the floor-

“You mean this?” They asked, reaching behind them only to pull their hand back a moment later.

–only to pause and stare at the exact thing he wanted to find lying innocently in their hand.

“UH-” His brain stopped in its tracks for a moment, thoughts cut out before starting back again as he nodded, warmth on his cheeks and embarrassment in his core. “Y34. THAT’S 1T. TH4NKS.” He said, reaching for it and taking it from them before looking it over. It was pretty much how he had left it –clean and, well, unbroken– and he breathed a sigh of relief, which then shifted into a low groan when he reached up to rub his head.

It wouldn’t last long –probably– but damn did it hurt.

Silence reigned again and Griefer fiddled with his controller, refusing to take his eye off of it. Thoughts swirled in head, too many to count yet all circling back to one singular thing when he remembered the kind of position they were in. He swallowed, dryly, feeling like his heart was in his throat and butterflies were having a field day inside his stomach as his jaw worked, trying to look for and craft what he wanted to say on his tongue.

“D0 YOU W4NN4-” Gods, he probably sounded like a virgin and felt like one too by how hot his face was. He cleared his throat, anxiety and arousal fighting for ground in his stomach, though it was pretty clear which one won in his voice. “-H4VE… S3X? M4YBE?”

If looks could do anything special, he probably would have burned a hole in his controller –at least that one would have been easier to explain– by how hard he was looking at it. Seconds ticked, stretching for what felt like an eternity too long before–

“Isn’t that what we were doing?” Player asked, and he could hear the amused confusion in their voice and if they laughed at him then, well, honestly it probably would have been deserved if he looked as much of a mess as he felt. His shoulders raised a bit, and he held onto his controller tighter. “W3LL, YE4 BUT L1KE. Y0U KN0W-” He leaned back, falling onto the couch before using his controller like some kind of shield by raising it over his face. He sounded, felt, and now looked the part, he really was a damn virgin. “-1 W4NT Y0U TO FUCK M3. 4ND STUFF. W1TH Y0UR DICK.”

“Oh.” He heard them say, blankly, followed by a short pause. “Oh! Are you sure?” He peeked over his controller at them, only to immediately meet their gaze that felt more intense than usual as they leaned over him. “Are you sure you want to do this? I just want to make sure.” Their tone was genuine, even he could see that, and for some reason the concern made something flutter in his chest.

“1 DO, Y34…” He nodded softly, a moment later his controller carefully taken from his hands before they leaned over to place it on the table in front of the couch before shifting their attention back towards him. Their hands quickly found his waistband. “Fold your legs for me, babe.” They said gently, and Griefer moved his legs from around their waist closer to his chest and his breath hitched when they started to pull them down –well, up technically– his legs.

Inch by inch, flesh was revealed. That of his crotch, followed by his thighs, then his knees and calves before finally slipping over his ankles and feet. They dropped it off to the side, the soft sound of fabric hitting carpet filling the air momentarily before he jolted slightly when they grabbed the back of his knees.

“You okay?” They asked immediately, and Griefer felt like he was frozen in place for a moment. “1’M F1NE!” He said, just a bit too quickly as he felt his dick stiffen between his thighs and he felt an urge to hide it, for some odd reason. “JUST- UH-” He scrambled for words, before finding he had none when he felt so exposed.

“Jumpy?” They finished for him and he nodded along mindlessly, only to flush even further after. Gods, he was probably ruining this entire thing and just embarrassing himself at this point. He chuckled, nervously, no words following it as he averted his eyes. “That’s okay,” They pushed his legs apart, a moment later followed by the softness of lips against the side of his left knee. “Just let me take care of you, okay babe?”

“OKAY.” He murmured, hands fiddling with the edge of his –cum stained– shirt. A trail of kisses were planted down his knee down to his quivering thigh, followed by breath momentarily running over his sensitive shaft before a whimper left his lips when it was kissed and sent it throbbing. His knees were eased down over their shoulders, hands refinding their grip over his ass before lifting him off the couch.

They spread his cheeks apart, and he let out a harsh sigh when something moist –their tongue, obviously– prodded against his hole. Not sinking in, though, more like testing the waters to see how he would react. Griefer couldn’t stop himself from clenching down, even though nothing was inserted yet, and squeezing his eyes shut. Their tongue moved, running up and down over his hole and leaving behind a trail of saliva in its wake.

They traced around his hole in a circle, running their tongue up before circling again and followed by a drag downwards. Up, circle, down, circle, up–repeat. He squirmed slightly, exhaling softly as he slowly relaxed, cock twitching against his stomach while they licked and lapped at his ring, applying a generous coat of saliva as just a bit more heat entered his core. Then their tongue prodded once again, and try as he might have not too he still clenched down instinctively, before they went back to simple licking.

Moments passed, saliva reapplied again and again as they licked and lapped at his hole. He could feel smoke curling along his skin, could see it when he opened his eyes and it felt weird, like the funny kind of weird that made him want to snicker but he choked down those sounds. Pressing a palm against his mouth as whimpers leaked passed his lips, head falling to rest against the cushion as he squirmed and shifted slightly.

And then their tongue pushed inside, not fast, not hard, but slow and gentle–careful, and Griefer clenched down on it immediately. Their tongue didn’t move, resting still inside of him until he relaxed enough for it to push forwards, drawing a more audible whimper –even through his hand– out into the open. It was wet and slippery, conforming enough to whatever shape his insides were pressing it into but still pushing forwards. Then, as suddenly as it had entered –at least, he thinks it was sudden– it pulled back, leaving an emptiness inside of him that felt… uncomfortable.

They pushed in and out easily, even when his hole clenched down on them and before he knew it his hips were moving. Rolling back and forth onto their tongue softly as his hole grew used to it, no longer clenching down in an attempt to push it out and more to keep it in, not that it had much success by the way it continued to slip in and out of him. Licking and lapping around his ring when it wasn’t inside, then pushing back in, over and over until he was panting into his palm. Then they pulled out, not licking or anything before he felt their lips press against his hole softly, pushing against it almost like they were trying to kiss it.

Then it happened again on the side of his inner cheek, then the other one, then back over his hole and gods they actually were kissing it weren’t there? It made him embarrassed, made butterflies flutter around in his stomach again because they were doing something like that there of all places. He whined softly, the sound leaking out before he could even process, then whimpered when they squeezed both cheeks before starting to massage the flesh.

He squirmed, feeling them kiss all over in between his ass before moving down –or up, for them?– and out of the crack of his ass, still kissing along his skin and he shivered when their lips settled over his perineum. Tongue pushing out to lick along the area as his hole clenched around nothing –and some quickly growing part of himself wanted them back inside– as they left a mark all the way up to his balls, breath hitching as they sucked one into their mouth.

"FUCK…" He panted out, feeling their tongue lick along and around his testicle, covering it in their saliva. He shivered at the feeling, cock throbbing before it suddenly felt cold when they let it go, exchanging it for the other one and repeating the process until it was just as wet as the other one. Slowly, he was lowered back down onto the couch, one hand remaining beneath his ass as the other moved up the back of his leg slowly, lips letting go of his testicle as they instead ran their tongue from his sack up along the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip.

He watched as they kissed the underside of his throbbing tip, a shiver running through his body. Watched as they breathed out, slowly, smoke blowing out against his tip and across his stomach. Watched as they leaned forwards, directly over him until their head rested next to his ear. Felt as the hand on his ass moved, a finger slipping between the crack until a claw poked against his wet hole.

"I'm going to put it in now, okay?" They said, and something about their voice made a shiver run down his back. The sheer roughness of their voice, the way they were panting against his ear, the amount of desire they tried to hold back —all of it, maybe.— as smoke tickled the side of his face.

He felt small.

He felt small and he loved it.

"OK4Y." He nodded, softly, into their shoulder. The only thing he felt he could do, the only thing he felt he could say at this point in time. Their hand gripped onto the back of his knee, pushing his leg up as they pressed their digit upwards softly, gently, just enough pressure for it to push past his ring and sink into his hole.

Hie eye screwed shut, hands gripping the edge of his shirt tightly as his hole clenched down. It wasn't even a lot, just the tip but it felt different from their tongue, firm and unrelenting and it- gods it burned. He breathed out roughly through teeth gritted so harshly it hurt.

"Breath, babe." They whispered into his ear, thumb rubbing a soft circle against the side of his knee and he tried to listen, really he did. When he inhaled it was shaky, and when he exhaled it was trembling as he tried to get over the stretch, the burn but when that didn't work he tried to focus on something —anything— else.

The sound of their breathing, the way smoke tickled across his skin on their every exhale, the smell of it that pervaded them, the thumb rubbing small circles at the side of his knee. All of it. Breathing in and out, focusing on them, and it- it worked enough for him to no longer be so tense.

"Can I keep going?" They asked after a moment, no doubt feeling him ease up around their finger, and it took him another moment to speak up. "Y34…" He nodded softly, trying to keep himself calm and open as their finger advanced, pushing deeper and deeper and drawing out a raggard pant from his lips.

He squirmed beneath them, legs shifting while his eye remained shut. "ST0P." He grunted when the burning got too much and they did, not pressing any further and remaining still inside of him as he focused on breathing and them. The burn faded slowly as he adjusted to the shape, and he nodded against their shoulder to give them the go ahead.

A shaky sigh left his lips as they continued, a mix between pleasure and pain (that was fading) working its way through his body before they stopped. "All in." They said softly, giving him a few moments to fully adjust before slowly, slowly, pulling their finger back out and-

And gods it felt so weird.

He shifted slightly as they pushed back in, beginning to pump in and out of him slowly. Their finger curled occasionally, prodding around inside of him in search of something before eventually pulling back out only to renter a moment later. Before he knew his hips were moving back and forth, trying to push back on it every time it pushed inside of him.

He clenched and unclenched around it, burn fading away into pleasure that made his back arch slightly, made him squirm and pant and throb against his already messy shirt. Then his breath hitched when they pushed a second finger inside, pumping in and out.

"FUCK…" He panted out when they spread their fingers, stretching him open even more than they had already. "You're doing so good for me, babe…" They whispered into his ear, voice low and husky to the point just hearing it ran a shiver down his spine. Their thumb kept rubbing small circles against the side of his knee as they curled their fingers, not pulling out to instead prod along his walls, searching.

Only for him to arch his back a few moments later, a sound that was between a moan and a yelp caught in his throat as his world flashed white and his cock throbbed.

"Finally… Found it." The sound of Player's voice was distant as his hips jerked each and every time their fingers ran along that spot inside of him, pumping in and out and never letting that white fade. He clenched down around them tightly, cock slapping up and down against his stomach as the heat in his core was tightening even faster. "FU-CK P-PL4Y3R-" He moaned out their name, chest burning with lacking air as he pushed back against their fingers with nothing but lustful desperation.

The scent of smoke rested on his nose, the sound of their panting breath pushing against his ear, the slight scrape of their claws each time their fingers pushed inside of him to push against that one spot. It was stupid, it was unfair and it all too much.

His cock throbbed, hot, sticky ropes of white shooting out all over his stomach and chest. Further dirtying his shirt as he moaned and moaned with each throb, each push back of his hips against their fingers as he clenched down on them, only for him to trail off into whimpers when they kept applying pressure to that spot inside of him, his cock seemingly able to cum for as long as that spot was touched.

Finally, finally, after what seemed like some blissful, torturous eternity they pulled out. Even as his hole clenched around them to get them to stay. He laid limp on the couch, trying to focus on the simple act of breathing —though it was hard when it felt like his lungs were burning— and less on how empty he felt.

He could hear them move around, weight shifting over the coushins as they leaned back —most likely, since he couldn't feel their smoke, or hear them in his ear— and the grip on his leg tightened. "Griefer." They spoke slowly, voice rough and he blinked open his eye to instantly find their gaze. "Do you want to stop here?"

Griefer paused, words stringing themselves together in his brain, took a moment to process their meaning, then took another to actually understand. "… WH4T?" He asked, unable to keep the incredulity out of his voice as he looked at them. Them, who looked like the very image of pent up. What with their flushed cheeks, the way they were staring, the amount of smoke blowing past their lips and —when he glanced down— their leaking, throbbing cock.

Gods. They looked so hard.

"Just-" They paused, swallowly dryly, before continuing. "You've cum like what? Three times in a row? And you've been inhaling a lot of my smoke." They said, and Griefer's eye twitched. "If you need to take a break, just tell me. We can do this another day." Griefer let go of his shirt, flexing his fingers for a moment.

"PL4Y3R." He began, slowly, waving them closer with a hand and when they leaned in he grabbed hold of their collar. Forcing them back down face to face with him as his lips twisted into a snarl. "Y0U'R3 G0ING TO FUCK M3, OK4Y?" He said, because to hell with all that —while nice, but unnecessary— concern. "1 W4NT YOU T0 FUCK M3 UNT1L 1 C4N'T W4LK. UNT1L 1 F0RG3T MY OWN N4ME." He growled, pulling them closer to get try and get his point across. "S0 DON'T Y0U D4R3 PUSSY 0UT ON M3."

They froze, eyes searching along his face and receving nothing but a snarl before their tongue peeked out, licking along their lips. "Okay." They said, clearing their throat before they nodded. "Okay, alright. I can do that." They added on, quickly, and it was enough for Griefer to lose his snarl. Lips pulling up into a smirk as he let go of them. "Y0U B3TT3R."

They pulled back, shuffling closer and bending his leg a bit more while they grabbed their shaft and guided their tip to poke against his entrance. It throbbed, precum leaking out to smear against his hole before they pushed forwards, slowly. Griefer groaned lowly, pressing his head back against the couch as he tried not to clench down around them, eye squeezing shut as he gritted his teeth.

They felt… Big. Bigger than their fingers, at least—an understatement, actually. And he already knew they were, but seeing it was one thing, having them in his throat another, but feeling them inside of him like this was something else entirely. It felt like all of the air inside of him was being forced out when they pushed inside of him, sliding and sliding along his still sensistive walls and making him tremble beneath them.

"Breath, babe." They said gently, slowing down to a pace that felt glacial but still moving. Like the world's slowest battering ram. He breathed in and out, unable to stop his mind from circling back to the shaft pushing its way inside of him and he didn't even know how much was inside of him. It felt like a lot, but it could just be the tip for all he knew, or even halfway down he didn't know and it was as hot as it was a warning for his ass.

Whatever, it was future Griefer who would have to deal with the consequences, present Griefer could barely even think enough to spare any more thoughts to it.

Fingers threaded through his own, the heat of a palm pressing against his before squeezing gently while their other hand pushed up his shirt. "You okay?" They asked, concern clear in their voice —and eyes, when Griefer opened his— as they stopped pushing forwards, and it took him a moment before he nodded. "FUCK, Y34 JUST…" He breathed out heavily, squeezing back as he felt his cock harden again. "K33P G01NG."

They nodded, slowly pushing forwards again while Griefer squeezed his eye shut. It felt like an eternity, that slow push. Filling him up more and more as his walls adjusted to their shape. Their cock was warm —hot— inside of him, throbbing out precum that only made them feel warmer inside of him.

Their hips clapped again his ass, flesh meeting flesh with a near inaudible sound. Griefer shivered, teeth grit with nothing but fullness in his mind. The stretch felt good —wonderful, even— and he couldn't —and didn't— stop himself from clenching down around it. He could feel them throbbing inside of him, even without movement it was- it just felt like-

Fuck, it was so good.

A moment passed, then another until he felt fully adjusted to the shape of them, though it took another moment for him to feel enough of himself to actually speak. Their name on the tip of his tongue as he opened his eye. "PL4-" The name fizzled out once he saw their face. Their head was tilted down, lips slack and mouth open as they stared with wide, rounded eyes as their normally slit pupils dilated to the point it nearly overtook their irises.

"PL4Y3R?" He called out to them, though he received no answer —not even so much as a twitch— before he followed their eyes down. Right to his stomach. Ii shouldn't have been anything that would've made them react like that, really-

His breath hitched, cock throbbing out a thicker glob of precum once his eyes saw what they did.

-If not for the fact he could see them through his stomach.

The shape of them was easy to spot through the translucent jelly of his torso, bulging out his stomach to make room for their size, cock tinted green from where it ran through his pelvis. He could feel and see it throbbing inside of him, could see the precum pushing its way out of their tip to coat his insides with each and every throb and fuck it was- it was-

He clenched down around them, unable to stop himself as his cock throbbed at the sight. And they inhaled, the sound short and sharp before they shivered, teeth gritting tightly as drool started to drip down the corner of their lips.

-So fucking hot.

"FUCK1NG… FRE4K…" Griefer panted out, lifting his eyes as he tugged at their linked hands to grab their attention. It took a moment for them to drag their eyes away to meet his, though. "Y0U G3TT1NG 0FF ON TH1S?" He asked, tilting his head as he smirked. He knew they were—it was obvious that they were, actually. He let out a shaky exhale, trying to keep his smirk in place as he lifted the edge of his shirt over his chest. "C'MON, H3R0. STOP B3ING SUCH 4 STATU3." He shivered beneath the intensity of their gaze, like he was prey at the whims of a predator. Though instead of stopping him, it only added to the arousal tingling its way through his system. "Y0U PR0M1SED, R3M3MB3R? RU1N M3."

They swallowed, hard.

Player pulled their hips back slowly, cock dragging along his walls —and he could see it as they pulled out, bulge in his stomach slowly disappearing— all the way to their tip before just as slowly pushing back inside. Griefer groaned, long and low, as he watched them reenter, watched them bulge his stomach out in the shape of their dick all the way down to their base as flesh met flesh again. Then they pulled back out, not fully this time, and pushed back in.

It was a slow, steady pace. Thrusting in and out of them as they panted above him, soot stained drool leaking down the corner of their lips as smoke rode the air on every exhale. He watched as the bulge in his stomach grew and shrank, walls clenching and unclenching around their shaft to coax out globs of precum that only made the ride smoother and smoother.

He breathed in and out, literally watching as they pushed in and out of him. It was one of the hottest things he had seen —and felt, really— in his life. His cock throbbed, pre-cum making a sticky, clear mess over his stomach as heat slowly built up in his core. It felt good, it was good but-

"PL4Y3R." His grip on their hand tightened while he adjusted his leg to hang around their waist. His eye narrowed, not quite a glare but close enough as he looked them over. Their eyes were still dilated, smoke billowing past their lips and framing their cheeks as it tainted the air with the smell of sulfur, drool having run its way down their chin while their chest rose and fell, panting like some dog while trembling with the amount of unnecessary restraint they were putting into place. "ST0P HOLD1NG B4CK."

-It wasn't enough.

They paused, looking down at him with not a single word able to fall past their lips when all they could do was pant. He clicked his tongue, the sound short and sharp as he lifted his hand towards their face. "ST0P B31NG A D4MN PUSSY AND FUCK M3 ALRE4DY." His plam met their cheek, uncaring for the soot staining it as he guided them down until they were face to face with him. "I C4N T4K3 IT. SO ST0P WORR1NG 4BOUT M3." He stared straight into their eyes, holding their gaze even as the scent of smoke assaulted his nose and gave a slight sting to his eye.

"Are you…" They began, cutting themselves off by swallowing, tongue running out to lick over dry lips. "Are you sure?"

"T0UCH M3," He ran his thumb across their cheek in a soft circle, making his voice as steady as he possibly could. "K1SS M3, FUCK M3, RU1N M3. 1'M NOT FR4GILE, 1'M N0T M4DE OF GLASS."

"I know." They said, quietly, and Griefer grit his teeth. "TH3N ST0P TR34TING ME LIK3 1 4M." He growled, the tip of his claw digging into their cheek as that sting in his eye grew. "1 W4NT YOU T0 FUCK ME, 1'M T3LL1NG YOU TO FUCK M3. S0 HURRY UP AND DO IT ALR34DY!" And then nothing was said after that, silence settling over them broken only by the sound of their breathing and gods Griefer had never felt as pathetic as he did in that moment, short yet stretched to eternity as they stared into each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry." Their voice broke the silence as they pulled their hips back-

Their pupils narrowed to thin slits, trembling muscles forced still as they tensed as something changed. Like the opening of a vault, the breaking of a dam. Restraint was replaced with nothing but unending hunger that made a shiver run down Griefer's spine.

-Only to slam themselves forwards, right down to the hilt.

"FUCK!" He gasped out, like all of the air was punched out of his lungs whille his back arched. Barely a moment was given to adjust to the new pace before they were already pulling back to slam themselves in, over and over, again and again as the bulge in his stomach disappeared and reappeared. His eye squeezed shut as he began to push back against them, trying to meet them on every thrust as they pounded in and out of his hole.

Their hand moved from the back of his knee, snaking its way down his leg all over the way to his crotch before —Griefer's breath hitched— wrapping around his sensitive cock. "SH1T-" He couldn't help but curse when they immediately started to pump up and down his shaft, hips stuttering as he started to buck up into their hands, hips unable to decide whether to thrust back against them or up into their hand.

Pants fell from his lips, chest rising and falling in quick succession as the scent of smoke filled his lungs. Heat in his core tightening and tightening as his cock throbbed in their grip, globes of precum rising from his urethra to stain his head and their fingers as they pumped up and down, down and up, in time with the thrusts of their hips. Hard, rough, fast and a far —far— cry from their original pace.

Moans and whimpers fell from his lips as that sting transformed into wetness that pooled behind his eyelid, pants short and inhales shorter as they thrusted in and out, out and in, of his hole. "D-D0N'T YOU D4R3 STOP." He could taste their smoke on his tongue, could feel it every time he breathed. "D0N'T STOP, K33P—FUCK KEEP… K3EP-" His voice trembled, hand falling from their face to wrap his arm around their neck as thoughts fizzled out and words broke apart on the tip of his tongue as fuzziness subsumed his mind and the taste of them laid thick in his mouth.

They hit a certain spot on their next thrust, black exchanged for white as Griefer choked. Back arching, leg tensing over where it laid around his waist as his toes curled, heat tightening and tightening in his core like a bucket ready to overflow as his back arched. "FUCK, FUCK-" A tear ran down his face, quickly followed by another and another as he pulled them closer. "I'M G0NN4… 1'M GONN4…!"

"I know," They said softly, leaning forwards to kiss his forehead gently. "Cum for me, babe." And just like that, Griefer felt apart. A strangled sound —moan, whimper, whine, sob, he didn't know— left his lips, pushing back against them and up into their hand as the heat in his core overflowed, spurred onwards far past the finishing point as it transformed into liquid heat that rose up his throbbing shaft.

Thick, heavy ropes of white shot out, splattering against his stomach and chest with only more coming out as they kept pumping, kept thrusting and he couldn't stop—couldn't stop pushing back, couldn't stop himself from clenching down around them in his orgasm, couldn't stop cumming under the stimulation.

Their groans ended in growls, hips snapping back and forth against him and only getting faster as they throbbed so hard inside of him. "I'm going to fill you." They growled out, words Griefer could barely process in the moment. "I'm going to fill you up so good…" They let out a trembling exhale, moving their hand until the back of his rested against the cushion and squeezed as they pulled out fully, slamming back inside as deep as they could go and staying there.

Then, warmth.

It was thick and hot, pushing past the white just to pervade his mind with a sense of fullness that coaxed out a few extra —thiner— streams of spunk from his tip. He couldn't stop the whimper that pushed it's way out of his throat, warmth —a different type than their cock, but no less good if not better— in his stomach building with rope after rope. He clenched and unclenched, milking their cock of all the sticky, gooey heat it could manage before nothing else came out.

Then, silence.

Not true silence, one filled with the sound of their breathing, of gasps and subtle whimpers. Slowly, Griefer came down from his high, a moment of rest that allowed him to regather the shards of his sanity before he could eventually squeeze back. Still, even after that, he stayed still for a moment longer, eye slipping over half-lidded and lazily finding their gaze.

He stared, for a moment, eye to eye, before tugging them closer and they easily followed. Their lips met his, followed by tongues slipping and sliding against each other as smoke filled his mouth, nowhere to go but down and into his lungs. He held out for as long as he could, just to feel their tongue against his for a moment longer, just to let their saliva mix and mix until it was hard to tell whose was whose, just to feel them for just a bit more before he had to pull himself back and cough.

"You okay?" They asked, concern finding its way back into their voice before he nodded. "Y3A I'M-" Another cough, a bit harder than the last so his lungs could feel clean. "1'M FIN3." He cleared his throat, the taste of smoke lingering within his mouth. He breathed —in and out— slowly, turning the taste of them around in his mouth while their fingers unwrapped from his cock, causing his wilting shaft to flop onto his stomach.

They leaned back, now free hand moving slowly across his stomach. "Oh..." They said, voice dropping to a whisper —and Griefer watched— as their pupils expanded again and he followed their gaze down a moment later-

Fuck.

-Only for his breath to hitch, caught in his throat before he swallowed and convinced himself to breathe.

He could see their cum through his stomach. He could see their cum through his stomach.

He could already feel it, all of that warmth inside of him around their cock, but seeing it added on another layer of sensation —of perversion— to what he already knew was there and when he looked back up-

Their fingers curled along his skin slowly, a shiver running down his spine as he felt them throb inside of him. Rising back to full hardness before Griefer could even fully think.

-He was met with eyes filled with nothing but pure and utter desire.

"FUCK," Griefer smirked, almost sharp if not for the way it wobbled on his face, incredulous if not the excitement running its way beneath his skin. He tilted his head, slightly, squeezing their interlocked hands once, then twice. "Y0U'R3 4N INS4TIBL3 L1TTLE FREAK, 4R3N'T Y0U?"

"Sorry." They squeezed back, once, then twice, and the softness in their voice would have made the apology seem real. If not for the thickness of the lust in their voice, the sheer hunger that tried to devour him through gaze alone, and the cock still throbbing inside of him.

Griefer laughed, the sound sharp and hoarse as he pulled them back down. "1 T0LD Y0U TO RU1N ME, R3M3MB3R?" He rubbed their back of their neck softly, smoke blowing softly across his lips every time they breathed out. "1F Y0U R34LLY W4NT TO KEEP G0ING S0 B4D," He pulled them forwards, roughly, lips curling down into scowl. "TH3N 1 EXP3CT Y0U TO FUCK1NG D3STR0Y M3. GOT THAT?"

"I will." They let go of his hand, moving to grab hold of his waist while their other hand left his stomach. "I'm going to." They breathed out, slowly, and his lips pulled back up into a smirk as he cocked his head.

"Y0U B3TT-"

His words were cut off as he was flipped around onto his stomach, face landing against the coushion and muffling his sound of suprise as the hand on his waist shifted down to his hip, gripping him firmly before lifting his lower end up onto his knees-

Fuck they were still inside him.

-As they fell onto his back, chest pressed against his skin while they dug their hand beneath his head and the coushion to wrap their arm around his neck, fingers digging into his upper back and just shy of penetrating.

It wasn't forceful, not constricting enough to choke his breathing outside of the slightest bit, but he could feel them press against his Adam's apple. A vulnerability that could turn dangerous with just a bit more pressure, and the way smoke tickled the back of his-

"FUCK!" He yelped as they pulled out, right to their tip and leaving him so much more empty and yet, before he could process, they slammed back in. Forcing the word from his lips as they pushed in and out, out and in of his hole with all the grace of a sledgehammer meeting glass. His hands flew up, fingers clawing at the skin of their arm as moan after moan tumbled out from his lips, eye squeezing shut as he tried to push back against them.

Keyword: tried.

The sheer force behind their hips threatened to force him down into the couch, if not for the hand holding him up. The grip around his neck keeping him from jerking forward too much with each heavy slam of their hips against his ass. He throbbed, orgasm sensitive cock quickly hardening again to a near painful degree—if not for the fact it felt so good.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK-" Curse after curse fell from his lips, forced out louder and louder every time they shoved in, the smack of flesh meeting flesh filling the room and his ears like it was competing with his voice for dominance of the room. Drool fell from the corner of his open mouth, unable to close when their cock rammed over his prostate with each and every thrust, pants pushed out behind every moan as his lungs expanded and contracted in his chest, trying to claw air into itself that felt like it was punched out the very next moment.

Each pushback was met with only harder thrusts, like they were trying to fuck his hips into submission, render him unable to do anything but lay there and take it while they shaped his insides like he was clay to be molded into the form of their cock, and theirs alone. He could feel it, every full length thrust bulging his stomach out like some kind of prize while his cock flopped uselessly beneath him, strings of precum landing on his skin and the couch below as only more was pushed out with each hard thrust.

He couldn't do anything. Not push himself back into them with how hard they thrusted, not be able to breath without being reminded of their arm around his neck, not even move with how they pressed him down with their weight and fucked him still and it didn't take long before his mind started to feel… Fuzzy. Maybe it was the way air had fight for it's place in his chest, forced out with every punch from their cock that made a moan spill from his lips or, maybe, it was the sheer and utter pleasure breaking its way through his system, setting every nerve alight with liquid fire.

Heat pooled in his core —not their cock, not their cum— again, drop after drop quickly filling a metaphorical bucket while his cock throbbed and spewed out thicker ropes of precum every time they slammed over his prostate like they were trying to grind it into dust before that bucket-

"PL4YER-" He choked out, the utterance of their name as short as he breathed. "B1TE M3, PLEASE. BIT3 ME, B1T3 ME, BITE-" His plead cut into something strangled, higher in pitch than any other sound he had ever made in his life as the smoke that tickled the back of his nape shifted, lips ghosting his shoulder before peeling back as teeth sank into his skin. The hand on his hip snaking down to wrap around his cock.

-Overflowed.

He couldn't think, he couldn't breath as his entire body locked up, eye rolling up into the back of his skull before he shivered, intensely. Overflowing heat exploding like a star finally at its end as it travelled down his shaft, thick ropes of cum that he didn't even know he could still possibly make shooting out of his shaft as their hand moved up and down, puming from base to tip in a grip tight enough to enhance his pleasure but not obstruct his orgasm.

And they kept going.

Slamming themselves against his ass, each thrust over his protaste, each pump of their hand over his cock only serving to prolong his orgasm. Vision jumping into a world of white that extended from seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to what felt like eternity. Rope after rope after rope splattered out onto the couch, teeth sank deeper into flesh enough to draw blood and sending a jolt of pain through his body that only enhanced the pleasure coursing its way through him.

Eventually, his body couldn't keep up. Thick cum turning thin like tapering water from a turned off faucet until nothing more came out. Even when his cock twitched and throbbed in his head, even with how tightly his sack clung to his testicles and no matter how much the heat in his stomach clenched nothing more came.

And yet still, they kept moving. Hips slamming back and fourth —in and out, out and in— against him, hand pumping up and down —down and up— like they were trying to coax something, anything, out from his spent cock. He shivered, intensely, as what felt like another orgasm wrecked its way through his system even though his body could produce nothing in response.

His knees felt weak, trembling like unstable gelatin and barely able to support him as his ass stung. Only furthered by each clap they made against his ass, each thrust in and out of his hole that couldn't even clench properly anymore, only able to lightly wring their cock to coax it of its seed, completely and utterly broken down and defeated. It should have humiliated him, to know that he couldn't even do something as basic as clench around them.

But the humiliation felt… Good. The submission felt good.

He went limp, completely and utterly spent as he rested his head on their arm, fingers going from scratching to just holding onto their arm, slack just like the rest of him. His cock throbbed, twitched, a glorious mix between soreness and pleasure and kept hard by the way they kept pumping their hand.

"PL4-" A whine started in his throat when they unlatched their teeth from his shoulder, their tongue dragging itself across his nape to the other side and sending a shiver down his spine and making his hair stand on end."-YEEEEERRRR~!" That whine quickly grew higher in pitch again, pain and pleasure mixing into into another orgasm as their teeth sank into umarred flesh.

A smile —a touch too wide, wobbly, fragile— pulled at his face, even as his mind felt far too fuzzy, far too gone to really even think. Drool ran down his chin, eye staring but not looking at anything as he shivered —trembled? Quivered? Whatever— beneath them as each each slam from behind sent him closer to and closer down onto the couch.

He didn't know how many orgasms he's had, never having kept count in the first place but now it was too late too. There was no thinking like this, not when his brain was so blanketed by pleasure that it felt like it was being ripped apart-

They pulled out, completely, leaving a startling emptiness inside of him that his brain couldn't handle, the sudden void of pleasure that only left behind something lingering —like the left over momentum of a stopping train— scratching at every corner, every inch of his mind like something feral. With all the desparate want of something finally given now denied.

It was a short moment, but an inch of land in a sea of pleasure felt like an eternity.

They hand moved, unwrapping from his cock run its way up his body —over every inch they could touch— and leaving behind a wet trail of his own pleasure before grabbing onto the side of his face. Their teeth pulled out from his skin, head tilting up as his was turned to face them.

They slammed back in, harder than any thrust, deeper than any thrust that they had made before hand. His body was pressed into the couch, stomach and hips splattering into his own mess like they were using both to brand the cushion with proof of just how thoroughly they ruined him.

He gasped into their mouth when their lips met, back arching however slightly it could while his hips —finally, finally— weakly pushed back against their own, even if there wasn't any distance to cross. They throbbed inside of him, semen spilling into him with each pump as smoke quickly filled his mouth, invading every inch to leave none untouched before descending down once every corner was claimed. He could feel it, the familiar sensation of smoke crawling down his throat to rest and fill his lungs.

Smoke pushed its way out of his nose as he exhaled, trying to breath as only more replaced the amount he pushed out. His head was already light, barely capable of stringing together coherent thought, yet now it felt even lighter without the air needed to sustain itself, even more so with the fresh warmth spilling its way into his gut. Which made it even harder to think when every part of him was consumed by sheer, absolute, bliss.

Their tongue wasn't idle, pushing and proding at every inch of space inside of his mouth with a hunger and eagerness that would've convinced him it were their first time if not for the fact he knew they had kissed before. He moaned, softly, the virbration travelling from his throat into their mouth as lips, teeth and tongue clashed—if what he wanted to say, but it wasn't a clash because that would imply a struggle and he couldn't do that, not right now, not in the state he was in.

The only thing he could do was submit.

He didn't fight back, letting them play his tongue like a toy —a fiddle— while they pumped him full of cum. Rope after rope of liquid pleasure added onto what was already inside of him like money to deposit with him as the bank.

Seconds —or was it minutes? He didn't know. However long— passed as they filled his stomach with warmth and his lungs to capacity until they burned with the urge to cough, to release all of what shouldn't be inside of them. But he couldn't, not with their mouth pressed against his. Not with how their tongue licked and lapped against his in a mess of a saliva that was hard to tell if it were more theirs than his.

And he tried. He tried to keep that urge down, to tuck it away into a corner just so this moment would last just a bit longer. But he couldn't, the burning in his lungs building and building until he couldn't ignore it, forcing him to sputter into the kiss out of a reflex that had grown too strong to ignore.

Player immediately pulled back, tongue untangling from his in a way that would have made him whine or-or curse them or something. But all he could now was cough, smoke rising up out of his throat instead of down into it, forced out with each cough in a way that scratched at his throat like sand paper.

"You okay?" They asked, concern once again finding its way into their voice while he nodded. "1'M-" He coughed midway through, followed by him clearing his throat. "-F1NE. I'M FIN3." He said, breathing in and out slowly while their hands moved away from his face and around his neck respectively as his head dropped to the cushion. He reached out, blindly, and grabbed hold on their arm when they pulled away.

"D0N'T…" It felt like a struggle to hold his head up without their support, even more so to actually turn it enough for him to look at them. "D0N'T PULL 0UT." His eye narrowed, struggling to hold their gaze through blurred vision and they paused, for just a moment, before gently moving his hand off of their arm, pressing their palm against his while their cum slick digits slotted themselves between his.

They dug beneath him with their other hand, using it to turn him around onto his side before slowly moving their hand down to his waist, leaning forwards just a bit to kiss the tips of his fingers while moving one of his legs to rest over their other hip. His breath hitched, just slightly, feeling himself move around their cock before planting their hand on his chest to put him fully onto his back.

They stared him down, pupils back to a normal —if slightly rounder— shape, before breathing out softly. "I love you." They said, moving their hand up to cup his cheek gently as they leaned in. "I love how beautiful you are," Their lips landed on his forehead, then down at the corner of his eye while they hand traced down his neck. "How you feel around me." They rolled their hips softly, a whimper pushed past Griefer's lips when their cock rubbed against his sensitive insides.

"I love your chest," Their fingers traced along his pecs slowly, carefully mapping out every major and subtle detail. "Your stomach," Their hand descended, pressing softly across his stomach —and gods did it feel weird to just. See the amount of cum inside of his stomach— while they moved their interlocked hands beside his head, squeezing softly. "Your hips…"

They trailed down, grabbing hold of his hip and squeezing softly while rubbing their thumb into it. "Your pretty flower," They tilted their head, and he could feel them press against the flower replacing his eye, though he had to close his remaining one less smoke blew into it. "Your legs…" They ran their fingers further down, a shiver running down his back as they traced along his thigh. A deliberate slowness to the movement like they were trying to burn the path into their mind through touch alone.

"I'm so glad I met you," They pulled back, and Griefer blinked his eye open before their gazes met. Heat etched itself into his face, burning and burning beneath his skin until it felt like it would melt right of, before they leaned back in-

"I love you."

-Their lips met again, Player's pressing softly against Griefer's own, smoke blowing across his face when they pulled back just the slightest bit. His arm moved, wrapping around their neck to pull them down while his fingers dug into their shoulder.

They tasted the same like any other time, the taste of smoke already on his tongue as it was yet again pushed down his throat. The kiss was gentler, this time, a slow push and pull not meant to gain any ground but simply to feel each other. They squeezed his hand gently, softly, and he squeezed back even as smoke filled his lungs again, pushed his tongue against theirs even as it became harder and harder to breath with each passing moment.

One moment became two, two became three and three became four until his lungs felt too full. Four becoming five for him to hold out, and five became six until they both had to pull away from other, those final moments Griefer spent coughing until his lungs felt clean again. Even at the cost of his throat feeling raw.

"You need something to drink." Player said softly, already leaning back while gently removing his arm from around their neck. "I'M F1N3." Griefer said, though it was uneffective because even he could hear the hoarsness in his own voice, which meant he could only slightly grumble when they gave him a look.

He didn't whimper when he felt their cock drag along his sensitive walls, and he most definitely didn't whine when he felt them pull out, either. "I'll be right back." They said, softly, patting him on his stomach gently before getting up to their feet while Griefer followed them with his eye before they went out of sight.

He sighed, dropping his head back onto the couch before he grit his teeth. He could feel their cum leaking out of him, dripping onto the already spunk soaked space beneath him and fuck that would be a bitch to clean up later. He tried to clench down, though he found himself unsuccessful and tried again, though the second attempt was much to the same result as the first.

His hole felt too weak to actually tighten up, his everything felt too weak, actually. He placed a hand on his stomach, just to feel that fading warmth taking its new place beneath him, and felt his eyelid grow heavy.

He stared at nothing, for a moment, before letting out a wordless grumble and closing his eye.

The cleanup can be a problem for later Griefer.

"Babe?" Griefer grumbled beneath his breath, tilting his head away from whatever was poking against his face. "Baaabe, come on, wake up." The poking grew insistence, and Griefer barely gave it any thought before he slapped away whatever that annoyance was-

Even if he was more awake, he thinks he would have done it either way.

-Only for it to be replaced by something cold that touched down on his forehead a moment later.

"DUD3…" He groaned, dragging his eyelid back open even though it felt like he had equipped a dozen Slow Go cards all at once and he heard them chuckle as he pushed himself up onto his hands. "Here," They said, holding a glass of water close to his cheek. "For you."

Griefer narrowed his eye before he raised his hand, pushing it away with what was most definitely not a whine. "1 W4NT W1TCH3S BREW." He grumbled out, a downturn to his lips while he looked at the glass like it was the most inconvenient thing in existence. It's not like he didn't like water, it was just… Witches Brew was better. Or Bloxy Cola. Either or tasted way better.

"Griefer." They squinted at him, that same tone in their voice that Griefer could only link to how his father sounded when he was younger —though much lighter— as they pushed the rim of the glass to his lips. "Drink." They said, and Griefer wrung his noise to express his disgust as he took the glass.

The water went down smoothly, soothing the edge in his throat and forcing him to realize just how dry it was as he quickly began to gulp it down. It disappeared quickly, leaving behind nothing but an empty glass and slightly melted cubes of ice—one of which Griefer munched on. "TH4NKS-" He said, crunching the ice between his teeth. "-I GU3SS."

"No problem." They hummed, lightly. Doing nothing but watching him and only smiling when Griefer glanced at them, their gaze felt even when he glanced away. His cheeks didn't burn, they most certainly didn't, because he should be used to them staring by now. Silence stretched between them, for a moment, ice disappearing one by one before-

"You wanna take a bath?"

-They spoke.

"N4H," The answer left his lips before he even had to think about it, turning around on the couch —and ignoring the wet feeling beneath him— until his legs hung off the edge and his feet touched the floor. "WHY W0ULD 1 N33D TO?" He glanced at them, their eyebrow raising before they waved a hand over him, causing him to look down.

His body was a cum covered mess, the couch beneath much the same.

He averted his eye, leaning back against the couch as he let an annoyed groan.

"It's a bubble bath." They said, slowly, and Griefer wanted to hate the way he perked up at the mention. "FFFFFFF1NE…" He huffed, only the slightest bit of warmth in his cheeks as he pushed himself off the couch, only to subsequently tip forwards when his legs felt too weak to support the rest of his weight.

Before he could try and scramble to reposition himself, he already found himself resting against their chest with their arms around him. "You okay?" They asked, clear concern in their voice and most certainly would be in their face if he looked up. "Did I go too hard?"

"N0." Griefer said immediately, because that roughness was what he had wanted. Although, whatever flicker of irritation that could've been mustered up fell flat with his head to their chest, the beating of their heart heard beneath their skin and for some reason it made his face feel warmer. "1'M FIN3."

It was supposed to be silent, for a moment—and it was. But what lacked something verbal was inside filled with the sound of their heart, louder and louder until it felt like the sound was bouncing around in his head, reverberating across every inch of his mind and somehow more defeaning than the blood rushing in his ears.

He licked his lips, mouth devoid of saliva and throat suddenly feeling drier than when he had woken back up.

"L3T'S JUST-" He cleared his throat, pushing himself away from their chest and hoping that they didn't hear —or see, actually— his heart with how hard it was beating behind his own ribs. "-G0 T4K3 A B4TH."

"Pfft-" They snickered, softly, the sound clear and light before they leaned down and their lips landed on his cheek but a moment later before pulling back slightly. "Okay." They said, only for their words to be followed by another kiss that landed against his temple, and their hands to run their way down to grip onto his ass with enough force to rip a —surprised? Embarressed? Both, maybe— yelp straight from his lips. "Let's go take a bath, babe."

He sputtered, words failing him momentarily as warmth bloomed in his face and his feet left the ground. Before he even knew it, they were already moving while he scrambled to place his hands on their shoulders and his legs around their waist, instictively trying to prevent himself from falling. It was only when they left the room did his brain finally catch up properly, the corners of his lips already turning down into a —n embarrassed— scowl and yet-

"Oh!" They exclaimed, chuckling even as the skin of their cheek was pulled. Eyes curving even despite feeling something that should have pained them. "Was wondering where you were, little guy."

-before he could do anything about it, his tail acted faster. Biting down on the skin of their cheek with all the disgruntlness of a newborn kitten.

"Sorry, sorry." They said, shifting him around in their arms to hold him up with only one while they other reached up to gently pry his tail away from their face. Their thumb gently rubbed along it's cheek as they brought it to their lips. "I love you too, little guy."

And Griefer felt… Something, in his chest. Watching them kiss his tail like that, even though it was a part of him he couldn't helpt but feel… Jealous, over the sight for whatever reason. It made feel stupid, because he shouldn't be jealous over something like this but he was and-

He very carefully had to loosen his fingers so they would stop digging into their shoulders, though it was practically too late to act like usual because-

-Of course they'd notice.

"You want another kiss too?" They asked, with a smile on their face that Griefer wanted to say was mocking when they split off from his —now pacificed— tail but he knew that it wasn't—could see that it wasn't and he averted his eye, trying to ignore the heat in his face as they came to a stop. He nodded, just barely, before mumbling out. "YE4."

They let out a soft —amused— hum before pressing forwards, and it was easy to lose himself from there. The brush of their lips against his, the feel of their breath washing across his face, the tongue pushing past his lips to meet with his own, the way they slipped and slide in each other's mouths, saliva mixing and breaths intermingling until it was hard to tell which was which.

And then he found his back against the wall, found his arms clawing at their back as their body pressed against his like something immovable, their hand moving up and down his side —pressing and squeezing— like they had finally managed to get their hands on something valuable and couldn't resist putting their hands on it. Teeth clashed, his nails dug into flesh as their tails found each other, weaving around the other as they pressed further and further against him, kissing harder and harder, to the point even breathing through his nose wasn't enough.

Like a starving animal given more than scraps, but hunger finally addressed demanded more and more.

"PFFT" Griefer tilted his head back, panting as they parted, looking down his nose at them. "S0M3 HER0 Y0U 4RE." A smirk stretched stretched his lips into something excited, slightly disbelieving, and dripping with mockery. "TH4T W4SN'T EN0UGH FOR Y0U? ST1LL W4NT MORE?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer. The way they breathed, the look in their eyes, spoke enough without words.

His smirked widened as he moved his legs over their hips, their hand snaking down immediately to grip the back of his knee to push his leg up higher, expose him more. His arms tightened around their shoulders, pulling them closer.

"C0ME 0N TH3N, HERO." He spoke against their lips, just shy of touching as their pupils sharpened. "RU1N M3."

And their next exhale was nothing but smoke.

"WH4T'R3 Y0U, A DOG?!" Griefer huffed as he pushed their face away from his neck, ripples forming in the water between them from the act. They froze, eyes wide and pupils just as round with their tongue still peeking out past their lips, they whined softly —pitifully, like an animal denied their favorite treat— before tilting their face. Pressing their lips, and tongue, of course, against the palm of his hand, leaning into it as they looked at him with all the grace —or lack thereof— of a kicked puppy.

Griefer's eyes narrowed into a glare.

They continued to stare.

Griefer's lips turned down into a scowl.

They rubbed their face against his hand.

Griefer averted his eyes-

They whined, softly, barely a sound yet multipled by silence.

-Only to turn his gaze back towards them, and they licked the palm of his hand, gently.

"F1NE!" Griefer scoffed, a sound that didn't deter them in the least, as he pulled his hand back. "D0 WH4TEVER YOU W4NT." He said, and of course he didn't have to finish his sentence before they were already moving in to reoccupy the space he pushed them out of. Their arms slipping back around his body, pulling him closer while their head dipped low, hovering between his neck and shoulder as their tongue touched down on his skin.

They licked, softly, with all the careful concern of a dog seeking forgiveness after being scolded for the first time. Player's tongue moved back and forth across his skin, sending a slight shiver down his spine each time it passed over the mark left behind in a moment of excitement, pain —however slight— no longer mixed with pleasure to withhold the sting.

It was one of many.

Griefer huffed, but made no further move to stop them from licking along his neck. It felt good, even, in a weird sort of way too, the drag of their tongue over his skin, right over the area where their teeth pierced flesh like they hadn't made the mark —multiple, even— without a second thought. It was a certain kind of… Oddness? He wasn't sure what to describe it, honestly, knowing how close those teeth were to his neck and was only stopped by a thought.

"1T 1SN'T EVEN BL33DING ANYM0RE." Griefer grumbled, eye sinking down when he felt the hands on his body move, down, down, down out of his sight with the only indication being touch. "I know." Player said simply, like they weren't putting their hands around his thigh beneath the water, squeezing gently at muscle while softly rubbing their thumbs into the sides. "I just like licking you."

"FR3AK." Griefer snorted, rolling his eye but doing nothing to stop them as they rubbed at his leg. Slowly, gently, just enough pressure to soothe the soreness in his muscles without causing them to ache more than they already were. Moments passed, and Griefer could feel the tension in his legs drip away, inch by inch, bit by bit, little by little, as they worked their was down.

He groaned quietly, leaning back against the edge of the tub as their fingers went from caressing his thigh over to his knee, rubbing and squeezing in all the right ways before moving down to his calf, then down to his shin. Their fingers were careful, moving with experience to press all of the right button to push another uiet groan from his lips, easily managing around the marks they had left behind as they moved down to his ankle, then his foot.

"Y0U'R3 GOOD 4T TH1S." Griefer said after a moment, feeling their hands leave and plant down on his other leg, shifting around to make it just a tad easier. "Thanks," Player said, a quiet smile on their face. A mix between genuine gratitude, a touch of pride and something soft. "Had a lot of practice." Their voice was gentle, a warmth behind it while their eyes glazed over slightly, sinking into something more than physical.

Griefer squinted at them, something in is chest being tugged at the sight of their face. It made his lips curl downwards, not of distaste but something else as his teeth tingled, a buzz beneath his skin that wanted to be addressed. "H3Y." He called out, raising his hand from the water while they snapped out of their daze. "Sorry," They said sheepishly, still continuing their work. "Was just thinking about some stuff."

"D0N'T C4RE." Griefer huffed, and their sheepishness turned into curiosity when he curled his fingers back and forth. "C0ME H3R3."

"Hm?" They leaned closer, unsuspecting and thus undefended. But he waited until they drew closer, and closer, and closer… "OW!" They exclained, no genuine pain in their voice while his teeth sank into their cheek. Pulling and gnawing at the flesh until that buzz beneath his skin subsided. A grin quickly broke out on their face, chuckles falling from their lips and only growing louder when he bit down harder.

Griefer pulled back with a huff, that tingle in his teeth faded alongside that buzz beneath his skin. They were still smiling, though seeming much more in the moment than out of it. "Can you turn around for me?" They asked, letting go of his leg while Griefer's brows furrowed in confusion. "WHY?"

They lifted their hands from the water, soap covering their fingers before they squeezed the air. "I wanna do your back!" They said, and Griefer stared.

And stared.

And stared.

"Wha- hey!" They sputtered, getting a face full of soapy water while Griefer put his hand back beneath the surface, a smirk on his lips. "Dude, no fair!" They whined, wiping away the leftover foam on their face as Griefer laughed, the sound sharp and short. "G3T G00D L0S- H3Y" He quickly lifted his arms, trying to defend himself from the wave of soapy water sent his way yet, wasn't quick enough to stop most of it from getting on his face. The sound of water hitting the ground behind him.

Griefer paused, for a moment, before slowly dropping his arms back into the water. They were still smiling, but it was much, much cheekier than it was a moment ago, cheeky to the point that it started to get on Griefer's nerves while they leaned back and snickered.

"0H," Griefer pushed himself away from the edge, lips curling up into a sharp smile that promised nothing but violence while theirs slightly dropped, nervousness sneaking its way in. "Y0U'RE 0N!"

"Hey, wait." They lifted their arms like all it didn't amount to wasn't a pitiful defense as they backed away, eyes shifting around the place like they would miraculous find some way out. "We can talk about this-"

And the scream they let out, even if it were amplified and played up in the moment, as a wave of soapy water was flung straight towards them.

Was oh so wonderful.

"Not too tight, is it?" Player asked, holding up his leg with one hand while holding a roll of bandages in the other. Griefer hummed, flexing his leg before he shrugged. "Y34, IT'S F1NE." He said and they nodded, tearing the bandage off the roll and applying the finishing touches to the one wrapped around his leg.

He rolled his shoulder, the ones wrapped around both feeling fine too. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised that they knew how to wrap a wound, what with their quest and all of that. Although it was kind of funny to remember how they were surprised that he knew how to.

They put his leg back onto the bed, getting up onto their feet before lifting their arms above their head into a stretch. Griefer didn't even try to hide how much he eyed the way their muscles flexed, and he was very distinctly proud of the fact that their shoulders weren't left untouched too, very much content in the knowledge of the marks he left behind on their back.

They moved away from the bed, walking over to crouch down at his desk —and damn did their ass look good— to put the roll of bandages back where it was supposed to be before standing up. Griefer whistled, long and low, and the result was them lifting their tail to give him a much better view. "Like what you see?" They asked, and Griefer snorted. "D0N'T L3T IT GET T0 YOUR HE4D." He said, because even if he did —and he did— he wasn't about to give them another lift to their massive ego.

"Yea, alright." They chuckled, a sway to their tail that moved it side to side as they turned around—and Griefer only let his eyes fall for a moment. Nothing more, before his eyes flew back up to theirs. "What do you want to eat? I'll order something." They said, very graciously deciding to not comment, apparently.

Griefer leaned back with a hum, thinking it over for a moment. "P1ZZ4." He settled on, the taste of it on his tongue —or at least, what he remembered it tasting like— and making the void in his stomach all too pronounced. "M34T L0VERS, EXTR4 L4RGE." He paused for a moment, before adding on. "4ND ORDER TW0 OF THEM."

"Sure you're gonna eat all that?" They asked, already on their way over to the door and Griefer snorted. "H3LL Y3A, I'M HUNGRY 4S H3LL. 4LSO," Player hummed, turning their head back to look at him, and he stared them in the eyes, words etched with as much seriousness as he could muster. "G3T THRE3 OF TH3M."

They looked at him, for a moment. One very good, and hard moment, before they smirked. "Pfft, okay dude. You better eat all of it though." They said, before leaving the room.

Griefer smiled, positioning himself to lay down properly on the bed, sinking into the sheets and feeling like he had one in life. He could imagine it now, chomping down on that cheesy goodness and all of those toppings, all of which would go especially well with a can of Witches Brew, or two, or three, or four. His stomach growled at the thought, handing its own two scents into the idea, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.

The room remained silent after that for a few moments, moments of silence in which a feeling he had been ignoring starting to creep up on him. With nothing else to take his attention, and the comfort he was surrounded by, it was hard to keep his eye open, and grew increasingly harder the more time passed.

"Tired?" A familiar voice asked, and Griefer blinked back open his eye as a just as familiar weight dipped onto the bed. "N0 TH4NKS TO Y0U." Griefer yawned, shifting onto his side as they laid down next to him, their arm finding its way around his waist to pull him closer. "Food's going to be here in around 30 minutes, or so." They said, pressing their lips against his forehead gently. "H3LL YEA."

His hands found their way onto him too, tail moving to wrap around theirs and, speaking of that actually. "Y0U B3TT3R NOT BURN MY B3D." He said tiredly, much to their amusement if the chuckle meant anything. "I won't, I won't." They slotted their leg between his, dropping another kiss down onto his cheek. "Go ahead and sleep, babe. I'll wake you up when it gets here."

Their voice was soft, gentle, just enough to coax his exhaustion even further than it already was and, honestly-

"0K4Y…" He murmured, eye slipping closed as let him get dragged under.

-It wasn't that bad of an idea.