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Ze hates his life, as he always does. Currently, he’s waiting for the dumbass he's forced to call his “friend”, though really he doesn't mind giving him that title, to hurry up in the damn shower. It should have been known they needed more than one shower, being with three people and all, but Regect is too stupid to think of that when he built the house.
“Regect, hurry up! I’ve had to pee for the last, like, hour!” Ze complains, knocking on the door again. “I haven’t even been in there that long!” Regect yells, clearly annoyed. “Plus, people can hold in their piss for over 3 hours. You’re fine.” He says nonchalantly. He’s just in the shower to piss Ze off at this point. Now, Ze REALLY has to pee. He’s pacing around and trying to drown out the noise of the shower water by covering his ears and closing his eyes. He groans in annoyance, moving to knock on the door just before Regect opens it.
“You’re stupid and I hate you.” Regect gets the first word in, still wet and standing in the doorway. The doorway where Ze needs to get into. Ze pushes forward to enter the bathroom, but he's blocked by Regect. “Quit being an ass,” Ze huffs, bouncing his leg. Regect pulls Ze into the bathroom via a hand on his hips, shutting the door with his leg while he pushes Ze into the wall. “Fucking- damn it, leave me alone!” Ze squirms as he feels Regects hands wander down to his abdomen and push on his bladder.
‘Holy fuck’ is the only thing Ze thinks about as a mix of pleasure and ‘oh god dont piss yourself’ floods his mind. He whines, high and unfiltered as his entire body tenses. “You damned- freakshow!” Ze gurgles when Regect presses again, a few drops of pee moving to stain his boxers.
“You wanted to pee, right? Do it for me.” Regect enunciates his words by pressing his palm to Ze’s bladder again, hand providing just enough pressure to make him squirm again. Regect just forces him still by trapping Ze between him and the wall. “God- fuck!” Ze can feel tears forming, turning Regect into a blob of gold and black. He's not gonna fucking piss his pants for this dude! No way! “Oh, wait.” Regect pulls slightly away and keeps Ze in place by a hand on his chest. Regect's hand closest to the bow on Ze's sweatpants moves to undo it, skillfully undoing the knot before pulling Ze's pants down. “Now you can!” Regect coos, staring at Ze for any reaction. The only one he gets is Ze staring at him with a frustrated expression and a flushed face.
“You can’t be- fucking serious.” Ze pants out when Regect pushes him into the wall again, hand ghosting over his cock. “I am. Are you gonna do it or not?” Regect quips, cupping Ze’s now hard cock in his hand. Ze whimpers, moving to bite down on his knuckle to avoid anything too loud. He can feel Regect's eyes on him, the sound of the water- wait, did Regect never turn it off? And the fact that he still has to pee. Bad.
So now Ze has two options. He can either set down his pride again, which he has learned has great reward, or he can stand his ground and not be humiliated by pissing his pants just because he was told to. Regect hurries up Ze’s thought process as he pushes Ze's bladder again, but this time Regect doesn't stop. He presses harder, and Ze wiggles the best he can in this situation. Ze presses his thighs together, hoping that works, but it doesn't. His body gives out, and he spills all over Regect's hand, the warm substance trickling down his thighs and creating a very obvious wet spot in his boxers. He whines as he finishes peeing, the sweet feeling of release and the feeling of disgust for himself swirling in his gut.
“Good boy.” Regect snickers, dropping to his knees. Ze ponders what he's doing before the realization hits, Regect pulling out his soaked and still very hard dick. Ze moans as his hips stutter in Regect’s grasp, turning his head to face the cold wall. Regect wastes no time getting Ze’s cock in his mouth, taking the entire length until his nose meets Ze’s pelvis.
Ze feels the resolve in him break again, surrounded by Regect's mouth. Ze lets out a groan and fucks Regect's willing mouth, using his other hand to keep Regect's head still. Ze’s thrusts are sloppy and rough, all his annoyance flittering into pleasure as he uses Regect as he pleases. “I-” Ze starts, cutting himself off with a growl. “I should've pissed in your fucking mouth. You would've liked that, huh?” Ze forces out between moans and pants, speeding up his thrusts. Regect just gags around him, and one final thrust has Ze cumming into Regect’s throat with a pathetic wail. Regect swallows it down, a bit of cum and spit trickling down his lips.
Ze continues weakly humping Regect's mouth while he rides his high, slowly pulling out when it becomes too much. “You deserved- that.” Ze glares down at Regect, who's smirking. “I know.” Regect purrs, voice slightly raspy. “Now get the rest of your clothes off and hop in the shower, you're nasty.” Regect rolls his eyes, patting Ze’s thigh and weakly standing to find a washrag to clean up the floor.
“I'm nasty?! You just-” Ze starts before Regect finishes with a, “Fuck off, we're both happy and got what we wanted. Now get in so I can wash you off.”
And how can Ze say no to a perfectly warm shower and not having to do anything?