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Torch hasn’t left Clancy’s side all day. It would be annoying if it were anyone but him, really. Everywhere he’s been today, Torch has been there, staring Clancy down with his soft brown eyes and his tail wagging hard enough to hit Clancy’s leg when he stands too close. There’s been a near constant pleading look in Torch’s eyes every time he looks over. Clancy knows what he wants, what he’s been begging for all day, but he intends to make Torch work for it. He also has an idea he’s been mulling over for some time now and wants to put to use, but it can wait.
By the time night has fallen upon camp, he’s practically vibrating. Clancy has to tamp down a grin at the way Torch fights to school his expression when giving a few last orders for the evening to his Banditos, but can’t seem to stop the swinging of his tail. The trek to their tent–far enough away from the other Banditos to keep them from hearing anything they’ll wish they hadn’t–is made in silence but Clancy knows what’s coming. He barely has enough time to close the flap of the tent behind him before Torch is wrapping his arms around Clancy and pulling him to his chest.
Torch sighs deeply, rubbing his face against Clancy’s neck, the curls covering one of his fluffy ears tickling the skin. “Missed you.” Clancy laughs shortly, moving his hand up to scratch at his ear. Torch instantly sighs again and leans into the touch, his tail smacking against Clancy’s leg with his excitement.
“How can you miss me? You haven’t left me alone all day.” Another forlorn sigh, leading into a quiet whimper as Torch pulls him closer. Clancy feels the press of his hard-on against him and shakes his head. “Seriously? What’s got you so worked up?”
A few incoherent noises tumble out of Torch’s mouth, followed by a quieter “need you.” Clancy scratches behind his ear again, relishing in the tiny, pleased noise it gets him, but pulls himself away. Torch instantly fixes him with his saddest look, his eyebrows downturned and his bottom lip pouted out. “Please?”
Clancy hushes him, walking across the tent to his desk. He pulls out his chair and settles down, spreading his legs and tilting his head. “Okay puppy. I’ll give you what you want, but you need to earn it first.” He pats his thigh and gives Torch a little grin, sharp and dangerous. “Well? You know what you need to do, don’t you? You’re a smart boy, right?” Torch still stands where Clancy left him, eyes wide and helpless as he gazes at him. Clancy hums. “Or are you just a brainless mutt, too dumb to figure a single thing out.”
That seems to wake him from his sweet little daze, his tail starting to swing as he moves closer. “‘M a smart boy,” he argues weakly.
“Prove it,” he orders. Torch closes the gap between them quickly, falling to his knees in front of Clancy and pawing at the top of his pants. “Go on.” He doesn’t waste any more time, tugging at the waist of Clancy’s pants and dragging them down along with his boxers. He tosses them onto the floor somewhere behind him, eyes locked onto Clancy’s cock, flushed and hard. Seeing his boy all worked up gets to him, so what?
Torch obediently sits on his knees, resting his head on Clancy’s bare thigh and staring up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. Clancy runs a hand through his curls, brushing over his ears, and smiles down at him. “Maybe you aren’t so dumb after all,” he coos. “Come on.” Torch brings his mouth to Clancy’s dick, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of the head before licking the spot. “Don’t tease.” Clancy says, tightening the hand in Torch’s hair. A soft noise leaves his lips, but he listens, taking Clancy into his mouth as far as he can go. It feels heavenly, the warm and wet heat of his mouth surrounding him. “That’s it. Good boy,” he says through his shaky breaths. Torch whimpers at the praise, the vibrations going right through his dick. He moans quietly at the sensation. “Gonna fuck your throat. You want that?” Torch nods as best as he can, staring up at Clancy with wide, watery eyes. Clancy smiles, stroking his hair. “That’s a good dog. Just sit there all pretty and take it, I know you can do that.”
Torch keeps his eyes on Clancy as he starts up a rhythm, guiding his boy with a hand in his hair. He does as he’s told, letting himself be used, his eyes falling half-lidded in pleasure. With every thrust into the heat of his mouth, it makes an obscenely wet noise from all the drool pooling in his mouth and slipping down his chin around Clancy’s cock. He works his tongue on the underside of his dick, lapping at the head every time he pulls out, dipping into his slit. Clancy’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he snaps his hips, soft moans tumbling out from his lips. He can never get over how good it feels being inside of Torch, whether it’s in his mouth or buried in his hole. He thinks Torch must’ve been made for him, just like he knows he was made for Torch.
Clancy opens his eyes, looking down at Torch, and his breath is taken away by the sight beneath him. Torch’s eyes are glazed over with desire, his cheeks flushed and bringing out his freckles. His lips are wrapped beautifully around Clancy’s cock, drool slipping down his chin with every thrust into his mouth, towards the ground where his hips are desperately rutting against the floor of the tent. From the furrow in his eyebrows, Clancy knows it’s not enough friction for him. He coos, using the hand tangled in his hair to pull Torch off of his cock. He wipes a string of spit and precum from his lip, smiling down at his poor, desperate boy when he whines out.
“Wanna be— nnh wanna be good for you but— hah.” His hips are still rolling against the floor in a pathetic attempt to get off, tears glistening in his eyes. Clancy feels his heart jolt in his chest at the sight. He’s way too beautiful.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re being so good for me, puppy.” The furrow in his brow evens out, a delighted smile lighting up his face. “Which is why,” he says, sliding his boot out until it brushes against Torch’s bulge, “I want to give you a treat.” His eyes widen, then his smile gets impossibly larger as a delighted moan slips out. He rocks his hips down, rutting against Clancy’s boot and cries out. A few tears slip down his cheeks as his eyes roll back in pleasure. He’s always so sensitive like this, it’s adorable.
“T-thank you, ahh, thank you, thank you, hah, thank you— ah?” His rush of words come to a halt as Clancy pulls his boot away, looking up at him with teary eyes. His ears droop. “Wh- what’s wrong? Thought I wa-was good?”
“You’re being very good, but I didn’t say you could stop.” He chuckles. Torch nods vigorously and lunges forward again, desperate in the movements of his tongue on Clancy’s dick. “There we go.” He moves his boot back, tilting the tip up to rub against Torch’s cock. It earns him a high-pitched whine, sending shivers all down his spine. A few more tears slide down Torch’s cheeks as he fucks himself against Clancy’s boot and bobs his head, trying to be so good for Clancy. It’s really all too cute, especially with how fast his tail is wagging, smacking into the leg of their table.
It’s not the best blowjob Torch has ever given him right now, but the blessing of the sight he is beneath him makes it perfect. His eyes have slipped shut, and his hand works around the base of Clancy’s cock where Torch can’t quite reach with his mouth without gagging. He’ll train that out of him someday, he knows it.
There’s a lovely flush on his cheeks, streaked with tear tracks that glisten underneath the gentle light of the tent. He moves his head with every thrust he makes against Clancy’s boot, whimpering pathetically every time he rocks down, and his ears keep twitching adorably. He’s always been so vocal during sex, which is really all too funny considering how stoic and quiet he is outside their shared tent. Clancy always gets a sick sort of satisfaction from it, knowing he’s the only one who can reduce him to whimpers and moans. Clancy can’t help but gaze at him fondly and in awe of how beautiful he is. His sweet boy, his perfect little pet. God he loves him.
Clancy can tell Torch is getting close to his orgasm with how much he’s trembling and how his movements are getting sloppier. Without hesitation, Clancy pulls his leg back. The reaction is instant, Torch pulls off of his cock with a needy cry, his hips moving helplessly against the empty air before stopping. His eyes are glassy and full of tears, practically sparkling in the light. Clancy feels a burst of pleasure seeing him like this and his dick twitches at the sight.
“W-why, what’s wro-ong? Ah– Clance– gah, C-Clance please. W-wanna be, hah, be good. Ple-ease.” He whines, his voice hitching between his cries as he paws at Clancy’s thigh. Torch looks at him pleadingly, his ears all sad and droopy, but the fast thumping of his tail as it swings against the table repeatedly gives it all away. He’s enjoying this just as much as Clancy is.
Clancy smiles, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb through some of the tears on his cheek. “Don’t want you cumming just yet, puppy. I want to try something, okay?” Torch tilts his head, eyes still full of tears but now with a curious look to them. Clancy brings his thumb to his lips and licks the tears off as he pulls Torch up to stand on wobbly legs. He stumbles and has to cling to Clancy just to keep his balance. He grins. “Think you can handle projecting?” Torch’s eyes widen at this, growing a little more clear as he thinks it over. Clancy feels a little burst of nervousness, wondering if maybe this is too far, but it dissipates the second he gives Clancy a shy little smile and nods.
“Yeah, prolly. What d’you have in mind?”
“Mm that I can’t tell you. It’ll ruin the surprise. You wanna go grab your collar for me?” He laughs at the way Torch grins, his eyes sparkling with interest. “And take off your clothes while you’re at it!” He gets Torch’s shirt thrown at his head in response, a grin of his own spreading across his face. If he takes a moment to breathe in Torch’s scent from his shirt, no one has to know.
Clancy stands from the chair, pulling off his own shirt and tossing them in the general area of the rest of his clothes. Torch is sitting on the bed when he walks over, his red collar on with his matching leash in his hands. He smiles up at Clancy, sighing softly against his lips as Clancy pulls him in for a kiss. His hand tucks up into his hair, fingers lacing through the curls as he deepens the kiss. Clancy eagerly licks into Torch’s mouth, running his tongue along his teeth and against his own tongue. It’s a little messy and honestly doesn’t taste all too great from the remnants of precum still in Torch’s mouth, but it’s perfect all the same. He takes the time to press a few more kisses to Torch’s cheeks and down his jaw, nipping lightly at the skin under his teeth before clipping his leash onto his collar.
“Ready?” Clancy asks, taking a step back. Torch nods, then closes his eyes to focus. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, then even out again. Clancy feels a presence behind him and smiles, turning around to see a perfect copy of his Torch, leash and collar and all. He steps up to the projection and runs his hand up his chest, stopping to brush over one of his nipples. He hears the hitch of breath come from both boys and smiles. “Hi, love.” He hums, scratching behind Projection-Torch’s ear and relishing in the pleased noise they both make. Interestingly, they sound a little different. Clancy smiles and winds the leash around his hand, pulling Projection-Torch in and kissing him. His lips aren’t as warm as his Torch’s, but they feel the same beneath his, his canines just as pointed as he traces his tongue along each one.
On the bed, Real-Torch gasps and pants, sounding wrecked just from Clancy kissing his projection. He pulls away, leaving Projection-Torch with a dazed look in his eyes, and turns to Real-Torch. He’s laying on his back, his torso rising and falling with every heavy breath he takes. Clancy tugs on the leash, pulling Projection-Torch towards him, and watches, mesmerized, as Real-Torch jerks from his position on the bed like he’s the one being pulled. Well, Clancy supposes he is, even if it’s a sort of clone of him.
He sits on the edge of the bed and leans over Torch, dragging his hand down his chest and stomach. Clancy swipes a finger through the precum starting to pool on his stomach, bringing it to his mouth to lick it off, and hears two little gasps from the two of them. Real-Torch’s sounds higher in pitch, more needy, while Projection-Torch’s sounds less so. It makes sense, based on what Torch has told him about how he feels things and expresses them in his projection state. It’s fascinating. Suddenly, Clancy has an idea.
“Torch?”
“Yeah?” His Torch asks, sounding rather winded.
“Want you to do something for me. You can say no if you don’t want to, ‘course, but…”
Torch sits up with a little bit of struggle but still gives Clancy his attention, and Clancy tries not to stare at his chest and get lost thinking about if bite marks left on his skin would show on his projection. “What is it?” Clancy suddenly feels a little embarrassed at the thought, his cheeks flushing as he looks away and tugs on a strand of his hair.
“Well, uh. Wanted you to… kiss yourself, I guess. And… get yourself off. And, watch it.” Clancy mumbles a little awkwardly, firmly keeping his eyes down on the floor. He says it so quietly that anyone other than Torch, with his ultra sensitive hearing and all, wouldn’t be able to hear it. But he does, evident by the soft oh he hears. There’s a pause, then a shy laugh.
“I can’t say I expected that, but, uhm, I guess I’m… not opposed to the idea.”
Clancy’s head shoots up, his tail flicking back and forth slowly with interest. He feels his ears twitch on his head and resists the urge to swat at them. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” Torch says, looking a little embarrassed himself, but there’s a pink flush to his cheeks and his tail is wagging again. “I wanna try it.”
“Okay… yeah. Okay.” Clancy says, blushing himself. He clears his throat, trying to calm himself. He pulls at the leash still wrapped around his hand, hearing Projection-Torch stumble towards him but keeping his eyes locked on the way Real-Torch jerks once again. He turns to face the projection, patting the bed next to Torch. “Come sit, love.” Real-Torch narrows his eyes in concentration, then the projection sits down next to him. It feels a little disorienting looking at two versions of the same man sitting before him, but Clancy can’t help but feel excited; twice the fun.
“Torch,” he starts, fighting his grin when both Torch’s look up at him. He looks at Real-Torch and tips his head towards the projection. “Go on.” His eyes widen, flicking between his projection and Clancy before he takes a breath and nods.
Clancy watches him slowly raise his hand to curl it around the back of his own neck and pull himself in. It really shouldn’t be as hot as it is watching Torch go to kiss himself, but he feels his dick somehow harden even more as he watches. Their eyes are both closed, with Real-Torch’s hand slipping into his projection’s hair. His projection’s arms lay limp by his sides, but he’s kissing back with the same intensity. Little moans slip past their lips, different but still so Torch. “Touch yourself.” He orders, his eyes never leaving the sight before him. Projection-Torch struggles for a moment, lifting one arm, then the other and fumbling around like he can’t figure out how to move. It sends a surge of affection through him; he’s just too cute.
He gets it after a few tries, the projection’s hand wrapping around Torch’s cock and clumsily pumping it. Real-Torch breaks away to moan, loud and needy. He looks pained, but in a blissed-out kind of way; like he feels so good he might pass out. It’s too good of an expression, too stunning. Clancy spits in his hand and wraps it around himself, leaning back against the pillows on their bed. The more Projection-Torch works his hand, the more desperate Torch’s moans get. They’ve both shifted, now resting on their knees to mirror each other. His projection lets out a whimper, bucking his hips up into the empty air a few times before the real him does it. He can’t even get words out, just gasps and whines and incoherent strings of syllables. Clancy moves his hand faster, his eyes moving to capture every little detail before him.
“Touch them both, together,” he calls out. He watches with rapt attention as Real-Torch blindly reaches out until his hand closes around Projection-Torch’s cock, bringing them closer together until their leaking dicks brush. “Good, that’s it.” Torch mewls, eyes screwed shut as he works both dicks together. He’s dripping so much precum between both versions of him that each stroke makes a slick, wet noise, sending jolts of arousal through Clancy with each tug.
“F-fuckkk,” he whines, high-pitched and desperate. “Feels, nnhhh– oh fuck. Feels so good.” He’s trembling, ears twitching, tail swinging rapidly. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as he pants and moans, a completely blissed out look on his face. Clancy swears, working his hand faster over his own cock. He can’t believe he never tried this before now. One worked-up, desperate Torch is already perfect, but two? He thinks he’s in heaven. The obscene sounds of them moving together mixed with the two sets of moans, one higher and needier and one lower and wrecked, sends chills down his spine.
“Are you close, puppy?” he asks, breathing heavily himself as he reaches his own orgasm.
“Yeah– yeah, yeah, yeah.” Torch’s thrusts are sloppy and uncoordinated, alternating between him and his projection moving with little grace as he loses himself. “‘M so close, please. Please, Clance. Lemme cum, ‘m so good, so good for you, fuck.”
Clancy groans, his own hips moving as he fucks into his fist. “Shit, yeah, yeah, that’s it. You can cum, you’ve been, ah, so good. My good boy. Go on, cum for me pup, you’ve earned it.”
Torch wails, loud enough that Clancy almost worries all of camp will hear. Though, he also doesn’t really mind it. Let them all know who their leader belongs to, he thinks smugly. His breaths stutter in his chest and leave as cute little gasps, his hand working over himself as fast as his mushy brain can handle. “Ah– g’na, ah, ah, fffuuuuckkkk.” His eyes roll back before squeezing shut, a girlish moan tearing through his throat as he breaks. Without even being told, Torch crushes his lips against his projection’s as he cums harder than Clancy has ever seen before.
Thick, milky ribbons of white spurt from the tips of–amazingly–both of his cocks, coating his hand and both of their tummies. They both whimper through it, hips rocking and hands jolting to milk him of every drop of cum. Torch sounds like he’s wounded, practically sobbing out in pleasure. His cock, all cute and red and swollen, twitches with every burst of cum, some slipping down his length while his quivering belly gets painted in white. Clancy cries out, his head falling back to rest against the headboard as his own orgasm crashes over him, knocking the breath from his chest. He fights to keep his eyes open against the swell of pleasure, working himself through it while Torch thrashes about in front of him.
With a pathetic whimper, Projection-Torch flickers out of existence, leaving Real-Torch to tumble down onto the bed, cum still leaking from his slit. He gives one last weak tug on his cock before he stops, sobbing out in overstimulation.
Clancy wipes his hand on the sheets beneath him, crawling towards Torch and pulling him to his chest. “So good, you were so good for me, my love. Oh my perfect boy, thank you, thank you.” He presses kisses all over Torch’s face and neck, stroking through his curls as his tail wraps around Torch’s wrist. “Love you so much.” Torch makes a weak sound and snuggles closer to Clancy, his tail wagging despite his exhaustion.
“F’ls like m’soul left my body,” he slurs, eyes fluttering shut. His chest still heaves as he tries to catch his breath, his cheeks wet tears.
Clancy giggles breathlessly. “Yeah, looked like it. Shit, that was so hot. You’re so hot. Thank you for doing this. I think we should bring him out again sometime.”
Torch hums. “Was fun, I liked it.” He presses a kiss to Clancy’s chest and licks over it, a blissed out smile on his face. “Y’r not done with me, are you?”
“Still got another round left in you?” Clancy questions, already grinning.
“Freak. ‘M not doin’ any of the work, y’hear?”
Of course, Clancy does it all. He lets his perfect boy just lay there and take it, more than happy to take full control and just make sure Torch feels good. By the time Clancy’s worn out enough–and Torch is sufficiently fucked-out and feeling like his brain is leaking from his ears at the same rate as the cum leaking from his hole–the night is well passed, the moon high above their tent. Clancy tenderly cleans up his lover, changing the sheets beneath them before cuddling up to Torch again.
“Mm, love you so much, Torchie. Always so good for me.” He purrs happily, rubbing his cheek against Torch’s ear. Torch makes a delighted noise as he tail thumps against the bed.
“Love you always, Clance,” he replies sleepily. He yawns widely and presses his nose against Clancy’s throat. “G’na sleep forever.”
Clancy laughs, all fond and bursting with affection for the boy in his arms. “Sleep as much as you need, love. I’ll be here, always.”
With one last kiss to his lover’s throat, Torch lets himself drift off, safe and happy and very, very well-loved. Clancy, meanwhile, stays awake for a little longer, still giddy over Torch letting him try out his idea and especially so over how well it worked out. That scene will forever be seared into his mind, this he knows. He can’t wait to see what else he can do with Torch and his projection.
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