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Following the results of his… experiment, of sorts, Clancy can’t stop his mind from running rampant with ideas of what else he could get up to. Torch had been pretty wiped out the next day, but he hadn’t complained and had even shyly admitted to Clancy that he really liked the night before. Of course, Clancy played caregiver to his poor boy and was more than happy to do anything he asked, but his mind really latched onto the approval from his lover.
And so, here he is, lounging in bed while Torch is off doing leader-y things like making sure his people don’t starve to death and whatever, daydreaming about what he’ll do when Torch gets back. It’s been a week or so since their little trial. Clancy knows it kind of exhausts the hell out of Torch to project for a while and especially to be getting up to funny business along with it, so he hasn’t tried to bring it up again, not wanting to wear Torch out so much he can’t do his job. That being said, he’s kind of itching to give it a go again. He decides he’ll bring it up when Torch comes back.
Thankfully, he doesn’t wait long. Some time after Clancy dragged himself out of bed to go eat some dinner, his boy returns at long last.
“Clancy, I’m back,” Torch calls out softly, the flap of their tent swinging closed behind him. Clancy looks up from the notebook he has open in his lap, just drawing random little doodles in the margins rather than writing anything. Torch smiles, his tail wagging as he crosses the space between them. Clancy clambers off the bed instantly and pulls Torch close, rubbing his cheek against his lover’s neck.
“Missed you. Worked hard today?” Torch hums and nods, to which Clancy frowns a little. Maybe he’s too tired to want to do anything today. “Too hard?” he questions.
Torch pulls back, a glint in his eye that tells Clancy he knows exactly what’s on his mind. “Not too hard. I’ve still got plenty of energy left.”
He instantly brightens, eyes narrowing with delight as his tail flicks behind him. “I have an idea. I’ve been thinking since, um. Well, since that last time you projected.”
“You want me to do it again?” Clancy nods. “Okay, I can do that.” He grins, “I’m kinda excited, honestly. I really wanted to try it again.”
“Really?” he asks. He had kind of assumed Torch was fine with it but didn’t like it as much as he did.
“Really. It’s… it was good. Very good.”
Clancy smiles, relieved. “Okay, cool. Well, we can get to that in a bit. Did you eat?”
Torch, as it turns out, did not eat yet, so they go back to the main fire to get him some food. Sitting around the fire, Torch shares about his day, what he was working on and how he thinks they’ll have a good season and have plenty of food for all the Banditos. He feels a little bad, but he’s not totally listening to it all. The way Torch’s lips move as he talks and how the light of the fire catches on his piercings mesmerizes Clancy. So what, he’s very much so in love with Torch. Who can blame him?
Torch finishes his food quickly, growing more and more jittery as they sit there. They exchange an excited look as they put away his dishes to be washed and scurry off back to their tent like giggly teenagers. As they close their tent behind them, Clancy pulls him into a kiss, tangling his fingers in Torch’s hair while his tail brushes against his leg affectionately. Torch kisses back happily, and they lose themselves in it for a moment.
Finally, though, Clancy pulls away and clears his throat, trying to make some of his nerves go away. “Okay, do you think you’re ready to bring your projection out now?” he asks. Torch’s eyes widen and he blushes a pretty pink as he nods. Clancy grins, feeling the shift in their behavior as they settle easily into their dynamic. “Good. Clothes off pup, then bring him out, okay?” Torch nods again, always so eager to please. He pulls off his hoodie and shirt together, tossing them to the side before kicking off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. Clancy looks him up and down, taking in the freckles scattered across his chest and the muscle of his arms and legs and how he’s already starting to strain against his boxers. “You’re so cute,” he coos. “Worked up already? All we did was kiss.”
Torch pouts, stepping out of his boxers as he approaches Clancy. “Just excited. Don’t tease…” he whines.
“I can’t make any promises, you’re just too easy to tease.” He laughs and settles his hands on Torch’s bare waist, pulling him closer to press a kiss to his love’s lips. “All right puppy, go ahead.”
With a deep breath, Torch closes his eyes and focuses. In just a few seconds, his projection stands beside them. Clancy pulls away as Real-Torch’s eyes open, ignoring his little whine of complaint. He runs his hand down Projection-Torch’s chest, stopping when he reaches his hip and curling around it, feeling the subtle warmth of his skin.
“Hi sweet thing,” he breathes. Projection-Torch stares up at him through his lashes, a pretty pink blush on his cheeks. Clancy smiles. “Lay down pup, let me have some time with him,” he instructs, his eyes never leaving the projection in front of him. He hears the rustle of the sheets as his real boy does as told, and then he’s quick to start kissing the one in his arms.
Kissing Projection-Torch isn’t too different from the real one. He doesn’t run as hot and doesn’t give off quite as much warmth, but his lips are just as soft, and he tastes just as sweet. Real-Torch shifts around behind him, making breathy noises high in his throat as Clancy pets down his sides and scratches at his ears. Clancy pulls away from his lips after a few minutes of lazily tasting him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and throat, sucking purple marks into his pale skin. The beautiful flush of his cheeks spreads to his chest, highlighting his freckles and complimenting every bite Clancy leaves behind. Angelic, soft sounds spill from Torch’s lips with every brush of his tongue and teeth, distinctly airier and softer where they drift down from above him.
As soon as Clancy gets a hand around him where he’s aching and begging for touch, Torch cries out. His projection jerks, letting out a strangled moan. Sensitive. His cock is already dripping, precum leaking from his tip like a faucet. Clancy collects the wetness and spreads it down his length, smirking at the desperate noise Torch makes from his spot on the bed.
“I’ve barely even done anything and you’re already this wet? You’re pathetic.”
Torch whimpers. “‘M not, y’r jus’ mean,” he slurs. Another bead of precum spills from his cock and over Clancy’s fingers, betraying how he really feels.
Clancy laughs, delighting in the way he gasps and twitches as he rubs a few circles into the head of his cock, dipping into his slit. “Oh but you are,” he croons, biting down on the soft skin of his throat. “Don’t you hear that?” He pauses, letting Torch hear the obscene, slick sound of his hand working over him. “That’s all you, puppy. Just a desperate little mutt, aren’t you?” Torch pants, soft little ah, ah’s leaving his lips as he starts to work his own hips. Clancy can’t see him, only his projection, so he turns them a little, just enough to keep his eyes on both of them.
The sight that awaits him is truly pathetic, so much so that he feels his dick twitch against his thigh. Real-Torch is sprawled out on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes as his mouth hangs open and lets out a flurry of needy gasps and moans. His poor cock is leaking even more than his projection’s, leaving a puddle of precum on his tummy, quivering with every heaving breath he takes. He’s flushed and red, his tip so bright it must hurt, and yet he doesn’t touch himself. He just lays there and takes what Clancy gives him. So sweet, so obedient.
Deciding to take a little pity on his boy who he can tell is already close–just from the tremor in his thighs and the dumb, pinched look on Projection-Torch’s face–he moves faster, squeezing him and twisting his wrist just how he likes it. Torch’s moans pick up, tumbling out faster and higher in pitch.
“Nnhhh, Clance. Please, please, please,” he whines, thrashing about on the bed as his projection moves his hips faster.
“Yeah? Gonna cum, sweet thing? I’m not even touching you and it’s enough, isn’t it?”
Torch nods vigorously, his curls all tangled and mussed from the sheets. “Yeah, yeah. Haah, fuck, please.” Clancy’s eyes lock onto him, still jerking his projection off, but hardly paying attention to him. He’s more interested in watching Torch cum untouched–very interested in it. He pulls Projection-Torch closer, letting him tuck his head in the crook of Clancy’s neck and giving him better access to his ears. His free hand moves up, scratching behind the fluff as he watches Real-Torch fist the sheets and move his own hips in time with his projection. It’s cute, so cute. “G’na cum, fuck, fuck, fuck– ah!”
Clancy watches with wide eyes and rapt attention as Torch’s cock twitches and his back arches clean off the sheets. He wails, fingers tangled in the sheets as he cums. Thick ropes of white spurt from his tip, wave after wave hitting with every heaving breath he lets out. It spills down his length and drenches his tummy, some even reaching his chest, and it just seems to never stop. He writhes about, panting and whining and sobbing out so pathetically it makes Clancy feel woozy as even more blood rushes to his cock. Clancy feels the warmth of his projection’s release in his hand, slipping past the gaps in his fingers as he works him through his orgasm.
“Too much, too much,” Torch sobs, shifting around like he’s trying to break away from Clancy’s grip. He listens and stops the motion of his hand, petting through his curls soothingly instead.
“Such a good boy,” he praises, kissing the side of his head. “So beautiful. My perfect boy.” He lets go of Projection-Torch, moving to the bed to pull his real boy into his arms. Torch instantly sniffles and curls around Clancy, rubbing his head against his stomach. Clancy’s tail moves and comes to brush up against his back. “How was it? Felt good?” he asks softly. Torch nods and slips his eyes shut. Behind them, Torch’s projection flickers out of existence and Torch lets out a deep breath.
“S’good. Really, really good.”
Clancy grins. “I’m glad.” He hums, stroking his lover’s hair gently and gazing fondly at him. He loves him so much. His beautiful boy. “So,” he starts, drawing it out and tracing a (now clean) finger up Torch’s spine. He laughs when Torch’s tail immediately starts wagging in earnest.
“You’re insatiable,” Torch jabs, though it hardly sticks the landing with how wrecked his voice is, still sniffling from his bout of tears, and how his tail keeps whacking Clancy’s leg.
“Untrue. I didn’t even cum yet,” Clancy huffs, overdramatic. “You’re so cruel, have you no sympathy?”
They both giggle. “Oh how terrible. I suppose I could be swayed for another one.” Clancy cheers, nudging Torch’s head up so he can kiss him. They stay like that for a little while, lips meeting softly, hands wandering, smiling and laughing between kisses.
The kisses escalate as their mouths open and their tongues join the mix. It’s not long before Clancy finds himself getting hard again. Torch has his head thrown back against the pillows as Clancy marks him up. It was a little disappointing to find out that all his hard work on his projection didn’t carry over, but he doesn’t mind putting more bruises on Torch’s neck. Not in the slightest.
“Got enough energy to bring him out one more time?” he asks in between open-mouthed kisses on Torch’s stomach. His tongue runs over a streak of cum left behind, cleaning it from his boy’s skin before it can dry and get all gross. Torch groans, his own dick starting to swell as Clancy’s mouth travels lower and yet not quite where he’d like him to be.
It takes a few seconds for the question to process, his mind too caught up in the sensation of Clancy licking away at his belly. “Um,” he starts, blinking dumbly. “Sure. Probably. What’re you up to?”
Clancy just grins, reaching over to their bedside table for lube. “You’ll see. I’ll tell you when I want him.” And that’s that. Torch attempts to ask for more about that, but Clancy is quick to take him off that train of thought by pushing a slick finger into him. He doesn’t have any other argument to make after that.
In a way, Torch’s words about Clancy being insatiable aren’t really wrong per say; he spends most nights of the week fucking him and spends the others dreaming about fucking him, but hey, it’s not like Torch is one to complain about it. And so, due to this arrangement of theirs, there usually isn’t too much in the way of prep that needs to be done. Clancy still likes to be thorough, however, and he’ll never pass up a chance to make Torch beg for him. He’s just always so sweet when he’s needy, he really can’t help it.
He adds a second finger in with the first soon after, scissoring them apart and rubbing up against Torch’s walls. His breaths are already unsteady, cute little noises spilling out from his lips. When Clancy’s fingers press right into his prostate, his cock jolts, precum drooling down his length already. He shudders and moans, shifting his hips to fuck himself back on Clancy’s fingers, urging him to rub into his sweet spot.
“You’re just too cute, always so easy,” Clancy comments, adding a third finger and pressing them all up against Torch’s prostate. He laps up the pool of precum starting to well up on his tummy, grinning at the needy whine he gets in return. “Desperate little thing. Just begging to be filled.”
Torch sniffles, always so quick to tears when he’s aching to be fucked. “Please, Clance. ‘M ready. Need it.”
Clancy coos, petting the inside of his thigh. “I bet you are. Well then, why don’t you bring out our little friend again? Can you do that for me, pet?” He slips his fingers out from Torch’s hole, pressing a kiss to his thigh when he whines at the loss. “I know, I know. You’ll get your treat real soon. Can you do that for me? Be good and bring him out one more time?” Torch sniffs again and nods, focusing extra hard while Clancy shucks off the rest of his clothes he had been a little too sidetracked to remove.
By the time Projection-Torch is back again and settled on the bed, Clancy has tossed his clothes somewhere in their tent to be worried about later. He settles back against the head of the bed and faces his boys. Both Torch’s look at him with wide eyes, awaiting whatever he has planned.
“Torch, love, can you come here?” Real-Torch obeys, scrambling to sit on his lap. “Mm, face the other way. That’s a good boy,” he praises when he turns around, face to face with his projection. Clancy kisses his shoulder and wraps an arm around his stomach, grinding his cock against Torch’s hole. He guides the head to press right up against his entrance, humming when that greedy little hole already moves to drag him in. “You know what to do, puppy.” Torch whimpers and nods, lowering himself down onto Clancy’s cock.
They both moan as he pushes inside, Torch’s head thrown back and resting on Clancy’s shoulder as he mouths at his throat. He’s always so perfectly tight around Clancy every time, and so warm around him, squeezing him like a dream. Torch takes a moment once Clancy is fully inside, breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, so deep,” he hisses.
“Hey, love,” he calls to Projection-Torch. He meets Clancy’s eyes with a question in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, sweet thing. Come closer.” The projection shuffles closer, his eyes blown wide, only the smallest sliver of brown remaining. He gestures between both of their dicks expectantly. “You smart enough to know what I want? Got enough rattling around in that cute little head of yours to figure it out?” Real-Torch gasps, but sends his carbon copy to follow, resting on his knees right in front of them. “That’s it, good boy,” he breathes, watching him press their equally hard lengths together and start to slowly move against himself with a sick sort of satisfaction curling up low in his gut. Clancy grins. “Knew you were a smart boy.”
Without wasting any more time, Clancy wraps a hand around both of them and pulls out of Torch enough to thrust back in. His head, which had raised in fascination to see what was going on, falls back against Clancy’s shoulder once more. A punched out moan tears through his throat as Clancy sets a brutal pace, timing each thrust with a stroke of his hand.
“Cla-ancy. H-holy, hah, shit,” he cries. Clancy bites on his shoulder, sucking another mark onto his skin. The wet sound of Torch rutting against his projection mixing with the sound of his hips meeting Torch’s on every thrust makes him feel dizzy with want. Torch’s cock is drooling all over his hand, the combined precum from two wound-up, needy pups making the slide between them filthy and wet. Clancy rubs his thumb over the head of Torch’s cock and moans when he feels Torch tighten around him. He buries his head in his neck, causing the angle of his hips to shift just enough to– “Fuck!” He grins. Bingo.
Torch dissolves into a mess of sobs and whines as Clancy pounds away at him, pretty tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Projection-Torch’s mouth hangs open, quiet, breathy moans tumbling out, his eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows pinched as he mindlessly fucks into Clancy’s grip. When his eyes open, they’re glistening with tears too, all blissed-out and stupid. Clancy is nothing if not precise, nailing his prostate head on every time, priding himself in the way Torch’s voice cracks and breaks on every helpless moan and how much he’s shaking in his arms. As he always does, he feels a sense of pride over being the only one to see Torch like this, to be able to reduce him to such a state. No one else can break him and put him back together, no one else can make his brain turn to mush like this.
Drool spills from Torch’s open mouth, too gone to even notice how it slips down his throat. Clancy notices, of course, catching every drop of spit and tears with his tongue. He always tastes so good. Clancy can feel himself getting close, his rhythm growing sloppier and his hand moving faster as he tries to make sure his boy cums first. He can tell Torch is close too, though. “Kiss him, puppy,” he orders, suddenly feeling the carnal need to watch them whine and pant into each other’s mouths again. “Be good, kiss him.”
Torch reaches for his projection, always so willing to be good for Clancy, and smashes their lips together. It can hardly be called much of a kiss with how he can’t even get his mouth to shut, whining and crying like a desperate little mutt, but he tries anyway. Clancy shudders, feeling his dick twitch inside of Torch at the sight. He hadn’t expected to get turned on so much by just watching Torch go at it with himself, but God does he. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to stop, if he’ll ever grow tired of making Torch even more sensitive and worked up by having twice the sensations and watching him cum so hard from it all he nearly blacks out. It’s hot. It’s really, really hot. He feels kind of deranged and perverted for it but can’t really find it in himself to care.
There’s no warning when Torch finally tips over the edge, no desperate tumble of swears and pleas from his lips like usual. He just chokes on a sob and his whole body jolts as he spills all over Clancy’s hand. Just like the time before, his projection does too, making a mess between them. Streaks of milky white paint their bellies, dripping down onto the sheets and making an almost sickening squelching noise as Clancy continues to pump his hand. How Torch is able to cum this much yet again, he really doesn’t know, but it just keeps coming, more and more leaking from his slit. The girlish, hiccuping whines Torch lets out and how he tightens around Clancy so deliciously send him crashing into his orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, slamming into Torch a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and cumming inside. He weakly rocks his hip to work himself through it, his hand slowing to a stop on Torch as he writhes around and wails in overstimulation. They’re both breathing heavily, disgusting and covered in fluids. Projection-Torch has flickered away once more, disappearing as Torch and Clancy topple over in exhaustion. Clancy pulls out, watching with a dazed expression as his cum leaks from Torch’s abused hole, Torch’s spend slipping down and mixing with it on the sheets. Without even thinking, Clancy swipes his fingers through the mess and brings it to his mouth, tasting their combined releases.
Torch watches him do this with half-lidded eyes and undisguised interest. He motions for Clancy to come to him and kisses him when he does. His mouth opens, letting Clancy push their cum into his mouth and tasting it for himself. He makes a pleased little hum as he swallows, pressing a sweet kiss on Clancy’s lips before pulling back and flopping down on the sheets again. His tears have since stopped and are now drying on his cheeks, and his cum-covered stomach feels tacky and a little gross, but he’s a little dead to the world right now. Clancy can tell.
“Holy shit, that was good.” They both burst into giggles, their tails curling together where they lay. “You’re such a freak,” Torch barks.
“Like you’re any better,” Clancy retorts. “You know you love this just as much as I do.”
He huffs and pokes Clancy in the ribs. “Whatever. You’re doing all the work to clean up, though.”
“I would expect nothing less. Let me take care of you, love. And you can sleep all day tomorrow too.” He smiles fondly, kissing Torch’s cheek and nuzzling it after. He gets up soon after, lifting Torch from their bed so he can clean him off and put on fresh sheets. Torch just lounges in a chair, his tail wagging happily as he watches Clancy fluff up their pillows and drape their blankets over the bed again. He gets them fresh clothes after cleaning up their discarded ones from the various places throughout the room they winded up in.
And then finally, he brings Torch back to bed, tucking them both under the covers and pulling his lover close. “Thank you for indulging me,” he says softly. “You’re just so perfect, so good. I love you so much.”
Torch makes a cute, happy noise and snuggles closer as his tail thumps away at the sheets. “Love you so much, Clance. Love doing your weird freak things. Always treat me so well.”
“Mm, ‘cause you deserve it all. My beautiful boy.” He starts purring happily, feeling himself drift off peacefully. Warm and safe and already wondering what he can make them get up to next.
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