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That.
Fucking.
Bitch.
Regect’s back slammed into the wooden floor, a hiss rumbling from his throat as he tried to fight back against the man currently over him.
He struck his fist forwards, making contact with the side of Ze’s waist. Drawing a sharp and forceful exhale from his lungs.
Using this as his chance to gain leverage over the “small” tussle, Regect flipped them both over; now hovering over him and once again aiming to strike at the man’s stomach.
“YOU- huff MOTHER..FUCKER-“
Ze hacked out, still regaining his breath that the entity oh-so-kindly took from him.
Regect only cackled in reply to his swears, but was quickly dragged out of his humored state by an aggressive tug on his golden… collar. That was the best way to describe it, wasn’t it?
The entity gagged, his mind felt fuzzy for a moment. Though he didn’t have much time to wade in.. those.. thoughts because he once again had his spine against the hardwood floor.
His shoulders are in Ze’s grip, who is aggressively using said hold to drive him into the floor repeatedly.
A faint crack can be heard every few hits, though neither seem to notice it.
Regect wraps his tail around Ze’s hips, using both that and his hands to pry him off from himself.
“YOU FUCKWAD, YOU DON’T GET TO WIN THIS YOU DICK.”
Ze shouts out another tangle of swears as he tries to keep his dominance in the fight.
A searing pain rips into his shoulder as Regect sinks his teeth deep into him, eliciting a yelp from him.
The man backed away from the entity as its jaw unlatched from him.
“Bitch.”
Regect wiped his mouth off, the mix of blood and saliva on his lower face outlined his invisible lips and chin in the light.
Ze’s eyes were wide.
Regect cocked his eyebrow.
“What's with that dumbass look on your face?? Are you just gawking in awe of my beauty? Cuz you should be, I’m-”
“Your.. uh. Your collar..“
Ze interjected.
“Don’t fucking call it that. And what about it?”
Regect looked down, lo and behold the golden choker lay shattered in pieces on the floor.
Regect felt his shoulders drop.
“.. Look man- I didn’t mean- … I didn’t know-“
Ze grasped at apologetic words, none of which sounded right when coming from his mouth. Especially right after yelling at him over some stupid shit.
Regect bent down to grab the pieces, Ze just stood and watched.
Watched as the entity sulked up the stairs.
Stood there as he slammed his door closed.
He put his head in his hands and sighed.
——————-
Ze didn’t know why he felt so bad.
After all, Regect has broken his shit so many times before.
So why did he feel so guilty??? It was just karma. Wasn’t it?
Gold has low durability, so it was due to break sometime anyways. Right?
Maybe he should get him a new one made out of a stronger material? No. Why the fuck was he thinking of buying Regect anything in the first place.
.. Ok, well, Regect has been pretty nice to him recently—disregarding the fight they just had.
He knows the entity cares for him, and he hasn’t ruined any of Ze’s things in a long time.
He couldn’t even remember what had sparked the fight that they just had, only that he, himself, was the aggressor (though Regect arguably had a part in it, since hes an annoying fuck).
So maybe he should buy Regect a new one.
Maybe a better one though because he didn’t want to find himself in this situation again. Ever.
So he took to the internet, trying to find the most normal way to search up “golden collar for sale” with his intent in mind.
His original searches only came up with collars for cats, or dogs—a dog collar would be fitting for Regect. That stupid tail wagging mutt needed to be put on a leash and- Woah. Okay. Focus Ze. Jesus fucking christ.
After hours of searching and finding nothing similar to what his friend had, Ze was just about to call it a night.
Just as he stumbled across the perfect thing.
A 50mm gold plated stainless steel collar.
… For 800$.
His wallet would have to suffer just this once, it was for a mediocre, relatively unimportant cause after all.
He gave the seller all of his information, and the website said it would arrive in 2-3 days. Oddly fast, but Ze wouldn’t complain. Better sooner than later, he already felt guilty enough as is and he didn’t need to see his friend sulking around making it worse.
——————-
A loud knock from the front door brought Ze quickly to his feet. Regect, luckily, happened to be out of the house at the time along with Moe.
He brought the box up to his room, placing it upon his bed.
The box stared him down intimidatingly.
“It’s JUST a box, with a perfectly normal item inside, for my perfectly platonic friend.” Ze told himself, it sounded like he was trying to unconvincingly remind himself of their status.
Perfectly normal.
He brought out his knife and slowly let it drag across the tape. The hair along his arms stood more with each snap of it breaking open.
Soon, he was digging through packing peanuts and pulling out a smaller, fancier box.
This one held the… Collar.
Slipping his fingers under the box’s cardboard latch. He opened it and reached inside.
Ze swallowed harshly as he held the shimmering gold item in his hands. He knew the two of them would be home soon, after all they had already been out for about 2 hours.
So he set the collar back into its box, making sure it sat snug in the styrofoam it belonged in. Carefully closing the cardboard box as if making a singular sound would kill him instantly.
Right as he closed it, the sound of a door opening and swinging closed rang throughout the house. He practically threw the box in his hands out of panic, catching it again quickly before it hit the floor.
“HONK. HNK HONK.”
Moe called his name, announcing their return to home; as if he hadn’t heard them already.
“I’LL BE DOWN IN A SECOND!!”
Ze called back down to his friends. He turned back towards the ominous, dooming, box. Moving it to the floor and kicking it under his bed.
Facing back to the door to his room, Ze took a huge inhale, chasing it with an even longer exhale. Fucker almost made himself faint with how aggressively he breathed out.
Only after his poor attempt at regaining himself, did he walk down to greet his friends.
Reaching the floor he looked towards the two of them.
Regect had looked so strange without the gold choker around his neck, the entity himself felt naked. Regect shuffled around and offered up a hand to wave aggressively.
“Did you two have fun?”
Ze queried.
“Moe took us to an absolutely awesome too-cool-for-you store.”
Regect’s replied with his asshole tone of voice. The bags hung on his arm backed up his story.
Ze glanced to where Moe once stood, only to find she had already run off to go do.. whatever she happens to do in her free time. Probably throwing water at nearby wildlife.
His attention turned back to Regect.
“Well, I had a gift for you but now I don’t feel like giving it.”
Ze quipped back.
“WAITWAITWAITWAIT, you do?”
Regect dropped all of the bags he held prior, allowing each one to unceremoniously clatter to the floor. Running up to Ze excitedly—his stupid tail hung low, thumping back and forth across the ground.
“Yeah but if you’re gonna be a dick, I'm just gonna send it back.”
Ze looked upwards slightly at the now much closer Regect. He attempted to make eye contact, oddly difficult to do when the person you’re looking at has no visible eyes.
“NO. I’ll be nice, I'm so nice actually, so extremely nice. So good and so nice.”
Regect bat his invisible eyelashes before striking an ‘innocent’ pose.
Ze sighed and began trekking back up the stairs, gesturing for the entity to follow him. Which he did, directly behind him.
Each drawn out step made Ze more and more flustered—or as he would name it, anxious. Surely Regect would be grateful, but even then how does one calmly present a collar to their friend? What if he took it the wrong way? Were the stairs always this long??
“Isss ittt… another record? Maybe Paul Simon or The Bangles..?”
“Nope. Stop guessing.”
Slowly, Ze opened the door to his room. For once, he allowed Regect to enter in after him. Ze took a deep breath before crouching down and grabbing the box from under his bed. Regect excitedly swayed back and forth in his spot.
“Ok- uh. Close your eyes.”
…
“Are you closing the-“
“YES.”
“OK, WELL, I CAN'T TELL???”
Ze opened the box as he shouted out his reply, taking a moment to look at it. Turning it around in his hands a couple of times, stalling.
“So? Is my gift standing in your room with my eyes closed?”
“Oh my god, shut up.”
He stepped closer to Regect, moving his hands to the latch of the collar and sliding it open. Making an attempt to swallow down the anxiety that had balled up in his gullet, his chest felt tight and his face felt warm.
Cautiously, he put it around Regect’s neck. The entity stilled as it was closed around his throat. He brought a curious hand to it and traced along the lines of the gold coated steel. Ze backed away to give him room to look in the mirror.
“… You know, since I broke the last one.. or something.”
Regect didn’t reply, he just kept staring at it. His hand still hesitantly tracing over each edge and etching.
“If you don’t want it I’ll take it back.”
Still no reply.
“Rege-“
“Don’t return it. It’s- It’s perfect.”
The silence that took the room was the most awkward silence either him, or the entity, had sat through. Ze’s eyes returned to the small box; focus catching on a bag lying at the bottom of it, sitting on the styrofoam the collar once sat in. Looking at it closer, he noticed it contained a golden chain.
He shuffled over to it, grabbing the bag and opening it up. Regect’s looked at him through the mirror. Obviously, Ze couldn’t tell, but he still felt like he was being watched as he pulled it from the bag.
Regect walked over to him, instead of the vice versa. He did not offer a hand to take the chain from Ze, he lifted his neck to expose the collar more. Ze knew damn well he was blushing.
He lifted the clip of the chain up to the collar’s D-ring, clipping it on.
He gave it a small tug, just to test the clip’s strength. Totally. No other reason at all.
Regect lurched forwards, putting his hands on the bed in front of him to steady himself. Ze was sandwiched between the mattress, and the entity. He gulped.
“.. this is kinda gay man-“
Another soft tug on the collar.
“I’m wearing socks, it’s fine.”
Ze joked back.
“I’m not-“
Ze tugged on the collar a third time, placing his free hand on the small of Regect’s back. Regect let out a quiet, choked, sound as Ze dug the collar upwards into his chin.
“I saw your pause in our last fight, when I tugged on the chain. I know what you were thinking.”
“Pervert.”
Ze rolled his eyes.
“No, that's you.”
Ze paused, letting the silence settle in before his next words.
“I’d kiss you if I could see where the hell your lips are.”
“Hah. Loser.”
Regect leaned in, the first thing Ze noticed was how chapped his lips were. They were dry, but soft. Welcoming and warm, inviting him to dive deeper into the other man’s mouth. Which he did, he lightly bit down on what he assumed to be Regect’s lower lip; eliciting a gasp from him, Ze used this chance to slip his tongue through.
Ze traced his tongue over the other man’s teeth, the roof of his mouth, and tried to delve into the back end of his throat.
A muffled groan came from Regect, his hands moved to Ze’s shoulder blades and the back of his head. Tangling his clawed fingers into his hair, and pushing him impossibly closer into the kiss.
Ze pulled back, drawing a whine from Regect—disappointed at the new lack of another tongue in his mouth. They stayed connected momentarily by a hot string of saliva before Ze brought his hand to his face and wiped away all of the spit that covered his chin. He panted, catching his breath before returning to the deep make-out session.
Regect tasted faintly of metal, like if you were to lick a penny, or a dime. Comparable more to the coppery smell of blood, less of the taste of it. It wasn’t overbearing, but it was strongly prevalent and with every break Ze took to breathe he began to crave that taste more and more.
They continued moaning into each other's mouths and hungrily lapping up each other's tongues. Ze pulled away to breathe again.
“So, huff are we just gonna sit here and make out?—“
He wiped the saliva from his mouth again. Whether it was him who was drooling this much or the entity, he didn’t know. To be fair it was probably the both of them.
“Or.. uh… You know.”
Ze was no longer able to ignore the twisting and warm feeling in his lower gut. All the blood had already rushed between his legs and he was sure if he checked, he’d be able to see the hard on he knew he had. His pants felt too tight and his shirt felt too warm.
“You’re the only one here actually wearing clothes.”
Regect shrugged, Ze begrudgingly laughed which drew a hidden smile to Regect’s face.
“Ok, hold on.”
Ze moved out from under Regect’s to give himself room. He started by slipping his T-shirt over his head, trying to flex his remaining boot-camp muscles as much as he could while doing so. His shoulder blades were sharply outlined, his back had some scattered scars from here and there.
Not that he could see Regect’s reaction, but he could imagine him ogling at his toned back. Which he was, not that he’d ever admit to it though. Not even over his dead body.
Next to come off were his pants, he slowly unbuckled his belt, glancing back at Regect through the mirror every now and then. The entity very patiently looked like he was about to pounce on Ze at any second. Ze, of course, took this as a sign to keep teasing him.
He slowly slid down the waistband of his baggy pants, back still facing towards Regect, who was waiting for Ze. His tail thumped impatiently on the bed.
Ze held back a giggle as he—as seductively as possible for a chud who's never done this before—continued to slide his pants off. Bending over and arching his back, flexing the muscles in his upper thighs as they were revealed to the cold air.
“Would you quit that?”
“Quit what?”
Ze replied innocently, pants half down his legs. Turning his head over his shoulder to look at Regect.
“Just fucking take them off dude.”
“You better behave, or you aren’t gonna see me with anything off at all.”
Ze replied back with a huff. When Regect had mostly settled and gone quiet, he decided to test the waters.
“Good boy. Now be patient.”
Regect’s tail whacked against the bed faster, a small amount of struggle was heard from behind Ze as the entity tried to hold it still. The army man snickered and removed his boxers. He didn’t waste any more time teasing with those.
He wrapped his hand around his aching cock, giving it a few very needed strokes. A long, breathy, groan was ripped from his lips as he rutted into his hand. When he deemed that enough to momentarily satisfy him, he turned around to face Regect.
Regect, who had a golden, tentacle-like, dick in his hand.
Said entity was panting as he held his base tightly, a faint blush of gold sheen showed outlines of his cheeks in the room’s sunlight lighting.
Ze approached him on the bed, putting one hand on Regect’s shoulder and the other around the base of his own dick. He pressed his length against Regect’s tentacle, which partially wrapped around his erection. Ze glanced downwards, his breath momentarily catching in his throat as he saw the entity’s girth around his own.
Regect rolled his hips forwards, grinding upwards against Ze’s dick. Ze’s hips bucked forwards to match his pace. A breathy moan escaped from the entity’s mouth, he leaned his head against the other man’s shoulder. Breathing in his scent as he huffed and groaned.
Both of Ze’s hands now rest on Regect’s shoulders for stability, he momentarily considered straddling Regect—but since he wanted to stay dominant, he decided against that. Said entity was moaning against his neck, claws of his dragging down the small of Ze’s back and clutching at his skin. Cautious enough not to tear through it, Ze wished they would.
Small bumps along the bottom of Regect’s cock felt heavenly around Ze’s as they thrusted against each other. Moaning loudly, it was clear the two of them had been pent up since that fight.
“Ff-fuck… Ze… huff… hhah..”
Ze tugged the collar and tsk-ed his tongue. Stopping all of his movements in a teasing manner. Regect whined as he tried to keep going.
“You are going to call me master, got it Pup?”
“I'm not… hah.. calling you shit..”
Ze tugged, once again digging the collar up into Regect’s chin. Choking him gently.
“Then I guess you’d want us to stop?”
“Hgck- NO! No… I-“
Regect sighed pathetically, he was going to regret this later.
“I-im sorry Master, please.. keep going..”
“Good boy.”
Regect was rewarded with a kiss on the neck and the release of his collar. Ze started his rutting once again.
“Th-THank- you Master.. mgh..”
Regect mewled out, despite having just started his groin already felt tight with heat. Guess he really enjoyed the situation at hand, much to his reluctance.
“M-master i’m.. I'm close…”
Regect panted, speaking between his gasps and moans.
Ze moved his hand down to the base of Regect’s cock, holding it tightly and stopping the other from cumming.
“Not…- ngh.. not yet Puppy..”
Regect whimpered in response, his body shook almost violently as it was denied its needed release.
Ze brought his free hand up to where he estimated Regect’s mouth to be, holding out three fingers.
Regect quickly took the digits in his mouth. Ze pressed down gently on his tongue, which the entity swirled between his fingers. It lingered between his middle and ring mainly, licking up and down between the two lewdly. He then focused on covering all three of his fingers in wet, hot, saliva all the way up to his knuckles.
Ze enjoyed the sight of Regect sucking on his fingers, he envisioned how cock-drunk the entity would look if it was his dick down his throat instead of just his hand. Imagining his eyes looking up at him as he took it all in one go. His dick twitched at the idea.
When he deemed his fingers coated enough, Ze slowly dragged them from Regect’s mouth.
“Puppy, lay down and roll over.”
Ze commanded.
Regect, now out of the haze of pleasure, decided to be a little brat. He crossed his arms and huffed, tail swishing idly behind.
Ze became mildly frustrated.
“Regect. You dumb fucking mutt—“
Ze yanked aggressively on the collar’s chain, drawing a sharp, muffled, moan from the entity.
“I said, lay down and roll over.”
Ze put emphasis on each word, the look in his eyes could cut stone and kill the living. And Regect found it the hottest fucking thing. He needed Ze to keep glaring at him like that, to be rough with him whether it be with words, with looks, or with physical manhandling.
“Make me.”
A snarky remark that granted him what he wanted, Ze pinned him down to the bed—legs on either side of his hips, squeezing in. The chain was yanked straight up above the entity's throat.
“As your master, I command you to obey.”
“Who said I care?”
Regect’s tail snaked up and around Ze’s waist. It fit nicely there.
Ze rolled his hips, grinding on to Regect’s dick. Eliciting a moan from him.
“Only good boys get fucked.”
“Mmm… “
Regect needed this, he knew Ze did too, but he also knew Ze was stern and didn’t fold easily. Rarely ever did he go back on his words.
“Well, I could always just jack myself off.”
Regect shrugged from underneath him, playing hard to get. Ze grunted, annoyed at his antics.
“Who would pull your collar then, huh? Call you all the words you want to hear?”
Ze entangled the chain in his fingers, twirling it to emphasize his point.
“I dunnoo.. think I could manage without.”
Regect had a shit eating grin on his face, invisible to the eye but audible to the ear. His cockiness heavily shined through in his tone of voice.
“Regect, Puppy—”
Ze moved his hands from the collar to the entity's shoulders. He lifted himself up off of Regect.
“Hmmm?”
Ze rolled Regect over forcefully, pulling the collar around so that the chain faced him. He tugged on it, putting soft pressure against Regect’s neck.
“When I tell you to behave, you behave.”
Ze situated himself over Regect’s upper thighs. His dick sitting right on top of the entities.
“So, are you going to behave now?”
The entity grumbled and nodded, his collar—newly pressed right up against his throat—was yanked, causing him to gag.
“Say it.”
Ze demanded. And Regect grumbled.
“Yes Master.. I- I’ll be a good boy.. I’ll be so good for you Master.. please.”
“Good boy. Prop yourself up.”
Regect spread out his legs some, bending his knees and allowing his back to arch. Lifting his ass up off the bed by a few inches.
Ze backed up and positioned himself. When he was situated between his legs, he dragged a finger up Regect’s perineum, then around the rim. The entity shuddered as he felt the first finger go inside.
With a gentle swirling motion, Ze moved his finger to try and stretch Regect out. Doing it without any real lube would be difficult, but he guessed that Regect could take it. Judging by his lack of reluctance.
“Mmgghn… Master…“
Regect’s tail wagged along Ze’s waist, the entity dug his claws into the bedsheets as he got used to the feeling.
“Relax puppy, you’re gonna cut the circulation in my finger off-“
His swirling motions switched to him curling his finger, when he deemed him stretched enough, he slid in a second one.
Regect slapped a hand to his lips, trying to muffle the moan that escaped. Using his free hand, Ze grabbed Regect’s wrist and held it away from his mouth out to his side.
“I want to hear you.”
“Mnnn.. ah- hahh…”
His moans were breathy and shaky, he moaned like this was something he’s never done, but had wanted for a long time. As if he’d been pent up and stuck in his own replaying fantasies.
He made scissoring motions to stretch him out enough to insert his third finger, Regect yelped out at the new intrusion, but kept pressing himself further on to the man’s digits—which Ze began thrusting in and out of the entity.
“Ah.. fuck- gh. Keep..huff..doing that..”
Regect rocked his hips in sync to Ze’s gentle thrusts. While he was inside, he moved and curled his fingers around, searching for the entity's prostate.
The entity arched his back, claws digging deeper into the bedsheets as a long, and loud, moan drained from his throat.
“There we go, you like that Puppy?”
Regect nodded hastily.
“Yes.. y- yhh… yes! Fuck.. Master… please I.. I need more. I need..”
Ze let go of Regect’s wrist, bringing his newly freed hand up and spitting on it. Moving it down to pump his dick and slick it with his spit.
“Keep.. begging..”
“I.. I need you to fuck me.. please, Master, I’ll be so good… fuck I’ll be so good… I want… you to ruin me.. and to turn me into nothing but the dumb mutt I am.. please..”
Ze pulled his fingers out from Regect,
Regect rutted his dick into the bed, begging for any sort of friction he could get. Ze watched his pathetic attempt, a cruel smile on his face.
The entity’s tail loosened from Ze’s waist. Allowing Ze to put his hand around the base of the tail causing it to wag erratically.
“Stop moving your hips Puppy, just for a second.”
He lifted Regect’s tail up, dragging his ass higher off the bed and drawing a surprised yelp from him. The entity swallowed down a gulp, swallowing down whatever remaining ego resided in him as his face flushed a warm gold.
“You’re being such a good boy for me.”
Ze trailed his hand further up Regect’s tail as far as he could reach, pinning it to his mid back to limit the entity’s movements. A breathy purr rumbled from the entity’s throat, quickly replaced by a needy whine as Ze’s dick lined up against his rim.
“Please Master, I’ve done what you asked of me.. I’ve been good, let me have this.”
Regect attempted to press his ass against his dick. Ze met him halfway and began pressing the first few inches of himself in. The entity shivered as he tried to force more of it into himself, tears pricked at his eyes. The real thing was much more painful than just his three fingers, but fuck if it didn’t feel good.
“Hhh-hah.. You alright Pup? You’re shaking.”
“Yes- F-fuck yes.. Master please don’t stop.. I can take it… I swear..”
Ze’s expression faltered to one of mild concern, he kept his hips as still as he could manage and tried to steady his breathing.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
An unsure hum from the entity was what he got in return, Ze softly pet his thigh up and down as reassurance.
“Tell me when you’re ready for me to move Puppy.”
A few moments of pained breaths and huffy moans passed before Regect gave the ok. Ze groaned as more of his length delved into the entity’s tight warmth, hips twitching forwards. Regect’s eyes rolled back before his eyelids squeezed shut. A pained expression on his invisible face, quickly replaced by one of pure bliss as the pain from his walls being stretched was replaced with pleasure. He could get used to this feeling, addicted to it even.
“Hah… Fuck Regect- You take it s-so good.”
Ze pulled his length out, leaving just the tip in. A guttural moan ripped from the entity’s chest as the man thrusted back into him. A wet and lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed against the room’s walls, along with the shared vocalizations of their pleasure.
“Ff-fuck Master please.. P-pull on my collar mmh-..”
Groaning as the pool of heat in his lower stomach twisted and churned, a knot started to form again as he felt all the blood in his body rush to his cock. He was granted what he asked for, a sloppy but harsh tug. Regect gagged as he moaned out, pleasured tears still sat on his waterline, a few dripped down his cheeks.
“Ohhgh… R- Regect— huff haah- Hhholy fuck-“
Ze’s thrusts drove deep into his tight walls, pressing right up against his prostate and ramming into it harder and harder with each thrust. His movements were rough and starting to get sloppy, not that either really noticed.
“You feel— nnghh… ssso good ah-around m-me.”
Ze felt his own orgasm begin to build, he dropped the collars chain and opted to instead pump Regect’s erection up and down. The entity’s legs spread out from underneath him, trying to both rut into the man’s hand and thrust himself on to his length. Each draw of his hand along his girthy sex elicited a louder groan.
“Haahh…. M-master..!! mgh- Ohhgh.. hhh…“
Regect felt so full, and so fucking good. He wished he would’ve let Ze do this sooner because holy shit. His claws were dug into the bedsheets for any sort of grasp onto consciousness outside of bliss. His head was spinning and he felt so light, and hot, and oh so full. The knot in his gut felt painful, the good type of pain that leaves you leaning towards the feeling and begging for more later on. Each rut of his dick into Ze’s hand felt like burning, hot, fire on his nerves.
“Aahhh— mmgh- Ma-a-ster.. Fuck Master- Ngh— hah- ah.. l-let me cum.. ph.. please.. !!”
“Hh… Go on. Cum for me, Puppy.”
Regect could have sworn he saw stars, his hips jutted forwards towards Ze’s hand as he spewed cum onto the bedsheets. His walls clenched around the dick still penetrating him as he rode out his orgasm. The entity tried to fight the hold Ze had on his back to grind deeper onto his cock.
“Puppy.. c—can i cum in-inside you..?”
Ze panted and whined, luckily for him he didn’t need to restrain himself for long as Regect was quick to tell him—beg him, to do so. Pressing hard into the entity’s lower back for stability, his vision went blurry as hot strings of his seed filled into Regect. Whose shaking legs soon collapsed underneath him once he was finished.
Ze pulled out, shifting forwards to lay on top of Regect, their bodies hot and beaded with sweat. Ze wrapped his arm around Regect. Using his other hand to lift up his collar and plating a deep kiss into the crook of his neck.
“You’re- such a good boy, Regect..”
He was out of breath and his voice was starting to become raspy, The entity purred out again, snaking his newly freed tail around Ze once more. His brain was foggy, head still up in the clouds from his orgasm.
“We should get cleaned up..”
Ze rose himself off of Regect and slid off of the bed. The world spun for a minute while upright, leading him to lean back into the mattress. Regect was bringing himself to his knees—his invisible face contorted to discomfort as he noticed that his stomach was painted with his own seed.
An impulsive thought popped into Ze’s head as he stared at the entity, he rolled himself to be eye level with his stomach.
“.. What are you doing??”
Ze glanced at where he assumed Regect’s eyes to be, before sticking his tongue out and lapping up the entity’s cum. His tongue caught on short, soft, and messy fluff. Regect’s face went flush as he watched.
“You’re so gross bro-“
Ze pulled away from his stomach, wiping off his chin with his palm.
“Do not call me bro, I just rearranged your guts.”
“Fuck do I call you then???”
“Anything but that.”
He had already started slipping on a shirt and pair of boxer briefs he didn’t mind getting dirty, he would only have them on for a few minutes to walk to the bathroom.
“Ok, Master.”
Regect rolled his eyes as he said the nickname ironically. Ze snickered in response to his bitching.
“Acting as if you weren’t screaming that a few minutes ago.”
“I WAS NOT SCREAMING!!”
“Oh, you so were.”
Regect swung his legs over the bed, his body rejected his wish to stand in a similar way Ze’s had. Except for not only was he somewhat dizzy, he also was attempting to stand on shaky legs and with a sore body. He looked down around the floor and grumbled to himself.
When he looked back up, Ze was half dressed standing in front of him. Holding out a genuinely helpful hand for him to take. Regect glared despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to see it. The entity took his hand and was helped to his feet.
“You can lean on me more if you’re sore."
”I hate you.”
Ze snorted at how seething his words were despite the entity having accepted his assistance.
“Liar. You’re lying.”
“Mehmehmeh fuck you.”
“I don’t think you could even if you tried.”
“Bitch.”
“Thats you, not me.”
Ze offered a reminding tug on his collar to bring up just where the entity stood in this. A low growl rumbled in his throat, but that was the last of his protests. A smug grin kept its place on Ze’s expression.
Ze sat Regect down on the toilet while he started up a warm bath for him. There was silence besides a song Ze was idly humming. Regect watched as he held his hand under the running water for a bit, getting it to the right temperature before plugging the bath tub and letting it fill.
Once the tub was over halfway, he turned off the water and went to help Regect get in. The entity sighed as he sunk into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed momentarily before he realized Ze was leaving the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
The entity crossed his arms on the edge of the tub, resting his hidden head on them. His tone was intertwined with gentle curiosity.
“To the other bathroom to clean myself??”
Regect pouted.
“Perfectly good tub here in this one, but ok.”
The entity shrugged as he moved to lay back again.
“… Is that your way of asking me to get into the bath with you.”
Water sloshed as Regect’s tail wagged around, some of it splashing over the edge and landing on the bathroom’s tiles. Ze took that as a yes, a smile crept onto his face as he slipped out of his shirt and boxer briefs. Regect gestured for him to lay atop of his torso by holding his arms out. Ze gently got into the water and settled between them, resting his head on his shoulder.
The two of them had stopped talking, choosing to bask in the warmth of each-other and the water. The room was filled with soft purrs.
Ze shifted to the side some, giving his hand room to guide his fingers through the fluff on Regect’s lower stomach. He gently scrubbed his palm against it, cleaning off the mess they had made. Realistically, they would need to take showers to truly get everything off; but this was much more comfortable.
They soaked in the water until it started to get cold, Ze got off of Regect and grabbed his towel to start drying himself off. Regect sat in the water until Ze could offer him assistance, he was once again guided to sit down on the toilet. The man ran a towel over his body.
“I can do that myself y’know.”
“I don’t hear you asking to do it yourself.”
“Ok, well- shut up.“
Ze’s soft smile widened at the sight of that familiar gold sheen across the entity’s face. He continued to work the towel across the entity’s body until he was no longer dripping with water. Opting to use the blow dryer when it was taking too long.
“Thank you.”
The entity mumbled.
“You’re welcome, Regect."
Ze hesitated for a moment before tracing his hand along Regect’s non-face. His thumb swiped over his lips, which he marked the location of in his head.Ze brought his own face forwards and planted a loving kiss onto him. He felt the entity smile against his mouth.
“So are we- like. What are we?”
He asked, pulling back from Ze.
“I was gonna guess boyfriends, but if you don’t want to be that's- fine.“
“I don't knooww man, that’s kinda gay.”
Regect giggled, scratching the back of his neck to display his act.
“Im. Going to smack the shit out of you.”
The entity knew his words held no truth, or at least it didn’t seem like it considering the fact that Ze was also laughing. He loved hearing that laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. We’re boyfriends. Partners. Whatever.”
“Ok cool, cool.”
There was an awkward stretch of silence.
“Oh shit, I need to wash my bedsheets-“
“You could sleep in my bed for now?”
“You’d probably kick me to the floor in the middle of the night.”
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Nevertheless, Regect’s bed is right where Ze found himself. Said entity sprawled out on top of him, tail planted firmly around his left leg with an arm somewhat wrapped under his back. The entity’s face was placed right in the crook of Ze’s neck.
Ze idly ran his fingers through Regect’s hair, it was weird to feel, but to not be able to see any of it at all. His brain kept trying to piece together how any of that worked. Meanwhile, Regect was absolutely conked out.
Ze yawned, he leaned forwards to place a soft kiss on the top of Regect’s head before rubbing his eyes and letting them flutter shut. Drifting off to sleep accompanied by his old friend, new lover.