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Clav loves one thing above all else: control.
He spends hours each day staring at his reflection, his back perfectly straight, and his jaw set tight in the discipline of his mewing schedule. Control defines his daily life, reinforced by authority, directed routines, and the echo of black pill forums.
That was until Cookie came along. Suddenly, the balance shifted, and routine was no longer his sole anchor. Cookie rejected control, rules, and the need to limit oneself for the sake of physical appearance. Clav didn’t understand his carefree attitude, and although Cookie posed a risk to his carefully crafted routine, he couldn’t help but keep him close despite their conflicting beliefs.
Though Clav wouldn’t admit it, he enjoyed having his boundaries pushed; Cookie’s presence was invigorating. What began as companionship soon transformed into a longing that took him by surprise. Clav knew he wasn’t gay, yet Cookie’s lips on his own were so intoxicating that, at times, he’d forget.
In those moments when their bodies collided, the significance of reflections and mirrors faded away. Cookie became Clav’s lifeline, his salvation, the one thing that could hold him together in the stillness of night.
Clav values control and believes in a strong sense of pride. He sees himself as the epitome of a perfect man—one who must never cry. However, he does believe in exceptions, particularly when it comes to himself and occasionally Cookie, but that’s a different story. So, he allows himself to shed a few tears, though he’d never put it that way; he prefers to think of it as a “release of emotions.” It’s not every day he finds himself getting frame-mogged, in public, no less; in fact, such an occurrence is practically unheard of. Yet here he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, butt-ass naked, while Cookie lounges in the other room. A trail of used tissues leads to the bed, where Cookie is scrolling through his phone, surrounded by the aftermath of Clav’s earlier tantrums. The room reflects the chaos: disheveled bedding, several discarded tissue boxes, and a blue ice pack that Clav now uses to reduce the puffiness around his eyes.
Clav ran a hand down his toned stomach. He was practically built like a Greek god. What happened on the stream felt impossible for him to comprehend, especially since he had just personally appointed himself as the face of all masculinity. How could the king of good looks and perfect control be beaten at his own game? He felt like a child who had just dropped his ice cream cone; the previous interaction haunted his mind like a ghost, shaming him for every time he put off his daily visits to the gym to get his puny dick sucked by Cookie.
The worst part was the fact that he wasn’t even fully regretful about skipping his workouts; that head was fucking delightful.
Clav sighed, tipping his head back and placing the ice back on his sink counter before running a hand through his hair. He needed to blow off some steam.
From the other room, Cookie watched as Clav obsessed over himself in the mirror. “You're like a fuckin’ chick with the number of times you’ve checked yourself out; it’s almost been an hour,” Cookie joked, a smile pulling at his lips as his eyes dropped back to the phone in his hands.
Clav didn’t respond; instead, he silently fidgeted with his hair until it was in its usual “perfect” position.
“If you're still worried about the ASU frat leader, don’t; he's low-key chopped anyway.” Clav glared at Cookie after he spoke and rolled his eyes like a spoiled teen.
“You're one to talk,” Clav mumbled to himself, stepping out of the bathroom with a small hand towel thrown over his beautifully defined shoulder. His rude comment flew over Cookie’s head as he took in the beautiful sculpture of Clav’s body, every delicious curve. He was familiar with it; he KNEW Dada.
“Come here,” Cookie said. It wasn’t a command; it never was. Cookie always knew Clav would comply, even when he was moody.
Clav crossed over the room and sat beside Cookie on the bed, trying to avoid the burning gaze he had directed at his cock. Cookie wrapped a hand around Clav’s bicep, or at least he tried to. Clav pulled his fingers away and moved in to kiss him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss before pulling away with a single string of saliva between them.
“You're not chopped,” Cookie whispered, decorating his neck in kisses. Clav bit his lip, silencing any potential moans. Cookie’s hands found Clav’s waist, gently holding him in place. Clav liked that.
Cookie always held him so carefully, as if he would break at any second, and sometimes he felt like he could, like a porcelain doll doomed to crack. So Clav admired his caution; it felt so loving, and it warmed and sweetened his cold heart.
“You’re perfect; you’re the most perfect man.” Cookie smiled, rubbing his hand along Clav’s cheek, which Clav nuzzled into in return, his eyes flicking to look in the other direction as his cheeks began to flush. “Stop saying that corny bullshit.” Clav frowned, pretending not to enjoy all the attention he was getting. Cookie slid a hand up his thigh, stroking it before dipping his fingers between his legs.
Clav sucked in a breath. This was his favorite part.
This was the part where Cookie stroked his dick and fucked him senseless till he couldn’t even comprehend the word looksmaxxing anymore, all while whispering sweet praises into his ear. Clav pulled his legs apart and watched as Cookie took his length into his hand, rubbing circles around his tip.
“F-fuck—Cookie, stop teasing me.” Clav tried to hold on to the last bit of bass in his voice, his mouth opening to release a series of whines and moans.
Cookie smirked, sliding his hand down to the base of his cock. “Look at this pretty thing,” he whispered, resting his head on his shoulder and letting his scrawny arm reach in front of Clav’s fat pecs.
Clav thrust into his palm, meeting the painfully slow pace of Cookie’s strokes. “Cookie...” He whimpered in a hushed tone. Cookie sat up and readjusted his position so that he could reach his other hand over and cup his balls, which prompted another moan from Clav.
They rocked into each other, Clav arching into Cookie’s touch with his mouth hanging open and his head thrown back. The whole thing was borderline pornographic, straight out of any fujoshi's dirtiest fantasies. Cookie was milking him dry.
Clav craned his head toward Cookie, embracing him in a kiss and letting his tongue slip into his mouth. They were tongue to tongue, moaning into each other and only pulling away once they both had lost their breath.
“Fuck—open your mouth,” Clav ordered. Cookie complied, sticking his tongue out happily.
Clav smirked. “Good boy.” He then spat into his mouth, locking it with a kiss as Cookie continued to stroke his leaky cock.
Clav pulled away, catching his breath before looking Cookie in the eye. They both smiled, boyishly laughing before silently agreeing on the next course of action.
Cookie moved up the bed, Clav turning around and following behind, climbing on top of him and tugging at the drawstrings of Cookie’s sweatpants, fidgeting with the waistband before sliding the whole thing off and stripping him down to his boxers.
Clav leaned down, starting from the beginning of Cookie’s happy trail and kissing upward, sniffing and taking in every detail of his body: where each freckle was, the spot of every birthmark, and the location of that one slutty mole at the bottom of his neck, which he loved dearly. Once he reached his lips, they kissed once more, briefly this time, because Clav longed to have his tongue wrapped around Cookie’s sweet, sensitive little nipples.
Fuck, he was down bad.
Clav licked along the strip of Cookie’s chest, taking his time to kiss and suck on each pec with a hand placed on the wet spot of his boxers so he could feel every twitch when Cookie moaned. He rocked his cock against his, the friction from the fabric between them adding to the sensation as his climax built. Cookie whimpered beneath him, smiling between moans as he clearly enjoyed the moment.
When Clav pulled away, Cookie's nipples were red and flushed with kisses and bites. Clav admired his work. He loved marking Cookie; he loved how much control it gave him.
“You're mine,” Clav whispered, licking along the nape of Cookie’s neck as Cookie ran a hand through his hair.
Clav sat up, looking away as he spoke, “I—uhm, I have something I wanna try with you.” Cookie eyed him curiously, leaning against the pillows as Clav reached into his bedside table. His hand returned from the drawer with a Fleshlight, his cheeks lighting up with a faint pink.
“Do you want to try?” Clav asked, even though he didn’t really care if Cookie wanted to or not.
“Hell yeah.” Cookie licked his lips and smiled wolvishly. He slid his boxers off, his thick cock springing out. Clav moved closer, pressing his length against Cookie’s and wincing on impact. “So wet already,” Clav teased as he watched a glob of pre-cum drip from Cookie’s cock. “Mm, yeah,” Cookie hummed in agreement, rocking his hips into Clav’s.
They both watched in anticipation as Clav slid the rubber over their lengths. “O-Oh shit…” Clav whispered, eyes squeezing shut as he tried not to cum on the spot just from the feeling of frotting against Cookie’s cock. “It’s tight,” Cookie chuckled, smirking as he felt Clav twitch against him.
“Oh God—Cookie, it feels s’good,” Clav moaned, trying to keep his composure, as they thrust their dicks together. Cookie bit his lip, his canines flashing when he grinned all sexy-like. Clav’s mouth fell open, hypnotised by the way Cookie looked him in the eye like he was the only person that mattered. He loved feeling important.
Cookie's hand snaked up Clav’s waist, encouraging him to arch forward. Cookie leaned over, licking a strip up Clav’s chest, outlining the split between Clav’s thick man tits, all while keeping that dangerously intimate eye contact. Clav swore he wasn’t gay, but damn, the way Cookie looked at him always made that hard to remember.
“You taste good,” Cookie teased, swiping his tongue over his lips. “You're making me crave dick,” he continued, dragging his hand over Clav’s and letting it sit against his as Clav tugged the fleshlight up and down their cocks.
Clav’s eyes rolled back as he sucked in a breath and increased the pace of his strokes. Cookie opened his mouth, letting Clav lean down and feed him his hot, wet tongue till he borderline choked. Clav squeezed his eyes shut, deepening the kiss and chasing his orgasm as he moaned into Cookie’s mouth. Pulling away just for a second so he could murmur against his mouth, “Tell me I’m good, tell me I’m perfect—better than that ASU dipshit,” Clav begged. Cookie chuckled, his eyes flicking down to Clav’s mouth. “You're perfect, you're so fucking perfect, and that frat boy is sub5,” Cookie promised. “I only want you; you're so good, such a good boy.” Cookie wrapped a hand around Clav’s cheek and kissed him passionately.
It was long past casual.
“Ohh—fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Clav moaned, throwing his head back. Cookie whimpered in agreement and held his thumb over their tips, feeling the way their cocks twitched desperately together.
Cookie grabbed Clav by the waist, embracing him, his hand snaking up to his neck and pulling him into a kiss as they both reached their high, making a mess against each other.
When they pulled away, Clav sighed and fell beside Cookie, letting the mattress envelop his spent frame.
“Fuck, dude,” Cookie laughed, turning his head to look at Clav, whose eyes were glued to the ceiling fan that spun repeatedly above. Cookie watched the rise and fall of Clav’s chest, his eyes devouring all the cute red marks trailing from his neck to his inner thigh. He licked his lips, thinking of all the ways he could give him more.
“I need you,” Clav whispered. “I need you inside me.” His voice was hushed, as if his words had to be kept a secret, which wasn't entirely a lie. The concept of any of his fans finding out he liked taking it up the ass from his best friend ate him alive, a constant fear and a lingering horror.
The feeling of Cookie throwing his legs over his shoulders snapped Clav out of his thoughts. Cookie lowered himself between his thighs with a sly smile, grabbing Clav’s limp cock with his right hand and holding his leg with his left.
Clav bit his lip. “Fuck, wait, I’m still—oh, shit,” Cookie smirked as Clav interrupted himself with a lewd moan, arching into Cookie’s hand. “Sensitive?” Cookie asked, knowing damn well the answer was clear. Once Clav nodded in response, he fed his fat, leaky tip into his mouth until his nose brushed against his neatly trimmed pubes. Cookie bobbed his head up and down Clav’s cock, his eyes glued on the whimpering mess of a “man” below him before pulling off with a “pop” and leaving Clav convulsing underneath him.
Cookie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took a mental picture of this moment. Clav looked so pretty with tears threatening to release from the corners of his eyes, and his perfect, kissable lips red and bruised with bite marks from their previous oral fiascos.
Cookie grinned widely, pressing his right hand to Clav’s abdomen. “Looks like you need to be loosened up, huh?” Cookie took his other hand and thumbed his fingers against Clav’s hole. “Mmm, and I just KNOW it’s grippy,” Cookie joked, his gaze flicking from Clav’s entrance to his eyes, devouring the precious sliver of vulnerability in his expression. “Shut up,” Clav ordered through a borderline moan, his hands balling around the fabric of his sheets.
Cookie leaned down, his tongue licking against Clav’s hole, prompting him to whimper softly and squeeze his thighs against Cookie’s head. Cookie pulled back slightly, patting Clav’s leg as a sign for him to loosen his grip. Cookie took his fingers and pressed them against Clav’s pouty lips, watching intently as he took the digits into his mouth, sucking them reluctantly with his gaze fixed on Cookie’s length, which twitched excitedly.
“Good boy,” Cookie teased. Clav furrowed his brows and bit Cookie’s fingers in response, causing Cookie to pull back as the pain coursed through his hand. “Fuck you,” Clav seethed. Cookie gave him a knowing look before pushing his digits against his entrance, sinking inside shortly after.
Clav swallowed hard, holding back a lewd moan as his mouth fell open. He felt so full already, and Cookie had only put two fingers in. “Oh shit—Cookie.” Clav was at a loss for words; somehow, the sensation got better and better the more they fucked. Something in his stomach coiled, and when Cookie slid in a third digit, he could no longer contain himself.
His control and pride feel like they're becoming more of an afterthought at this point. Yet, Clav can’t even bring himself to be mad; he’s exactly where he wants to be.
Clav let out a series of desperate moans and whimpers, his back arching off the bed.
Cookie fucked him with his fingers and wrapped a hand around his cock simultaneously. Cookie carved the pleasure out of him, feeling around his hole with a sly grin across his face.
“You're so tight. Will I even fit in here?” Clav bit his lip and looked down at where their bodies connected. “I might split you in half if I’m not careful,” Cookie joked, giving him a fake sympathetic look. Clav scoffed. “You're acting as if I’m some foid who can’t handle a little dick in her ass.” Cookie raised his eyebrows, smiling lazily. “Are you not? Last time I checked, you're the one who cried last time we did this.”
Clav grunted, watching as Cookie pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before reaching over him and digging through the bedside table for a condom. Once he found it, he ripped open the packaging with his teeth, which Clav found especially attractive, and pulled it over his hard cock.
“You ready?” Clav frowned. “Just fuck me, asshole.” Cookie grinned in response, positioning his tip at his hole until Clav swallowed him. They both gasped on entry, and Cookie nearly came on the spot with how tight Clav was. “Oh fuck,” Cookie moaned, bottoming out slowly so that Clav would feel every single inch.
Cookie grabbed Clav by the ankles, using them to pull Clav onto his cock. “Clav–Clavicular!” Cookie whimpered, calling his name out like it was the only thing he knew how to say. Clav snaked a hand down to his dick, jerking himself off pathetically while Cookie bullied his cock into his hole.
Clav moaned under his breath, tipping his head to the side so Cookie could bury his head into the crook of his neck, kissing up his nape and whimpering lewdly in his ear.
Cookie’s hand found his waist, pressing deep into a sensitive spot in his abdomen; he didn’t even know he had. Cookie pulled back, beads of sweat decorating his face along with a hungry amatory smile. “Clav, look at this.” He beamed, and Clav’s eyes flicked to his stomach where the print of Cookie’s cock slid in and out.
Embarrassingly enough, he almost came at that; just the look of it was enough.
“Oh fuck—Cookie, I’m so full, I’m so fucking full, I think you're breaking me,” Clav admitted, cock-drunk as ever. Cookie only laughed in response.
“How does this feel?” Cookie pulled out and slid back in, this time nesting his cock against Clav’s prostate, hitting him so deep he felt like he was being split in half on his dick. “Mmm—holy shit, ’s too much,” Clav gasped, drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as his eyes rolled back, tongue lewdly lolling out like an anime girl in a hentai.
Cookie continued to knock his fat tip against Clav’s prostate, guiding him to his orgasm as his cock twitched desperately for release.
“You like that, huh?” Cookie whispered, brushing his lips against Clav’s ears and smiling when he only whimpered in response. Cookie sat up, readjusting his grip on Clav’s thighs and increasing his pace. Clav moaned happily as Cookie filled him perfectly. “Fuck—m’gonna cum,” Clav cried, throwing his head back as his body convulsed, overwhelmed with pleasure.
Clav felt euphoric, satisfaction washing over him like a wave as his climax hit. His cock twitched and spurted hot loads of off-white cum all along his abdomen as he moaned Cookie’s name. “Fuck that's hot,” Cookie commented, pushing Clav’s legs down and burying his cock into his hole, fucking the entirety of his length inside him until he was balls deep. Clav shuddered, his spent, overstimulated body desperately trying to accommodate Cookie’s size.
“C-Cookie—Cookie, holy shit, you feel so good,” Clav praised, laughing as the words left his mouth. “I’m so—fuck, I’m so turned on right now,” Cookie replied, his eyes glued to the place where their bodies connected, hypnotized by the way his cock slid in and out, coated in Clav’s slick.
“Shit—I need you,” Cookie admitted, climbing on top of Clav and forcing his legs down, folding him into a mean mating press. Clav’s mouth fell open, his eyes rolling back; he was too cock-drunk to put a single thought together. Incoherent moans, whimpers, and unintelligible pleas fell from his lips uncontrollably as Cookie used his body to chase his release.
Clav moaned Cookie’s name like a prayer; it was the only thing he could process. The room around them filled with the lewd sounds of Cookie's balls ruthlessly slapping against Clav’s ass. Clav’s mind blanked as Cookie leaned down and shoved his tongue down his throat, kissing him sloppily as he neared his orgasm.
Cookie arched, fucking into Clav with one final thrust. “O-Oh fuck I’m cumming—” A moan carved itself out of Cookie’s throat, echoing through the room as he stuffed his seed into Clav before collapsing against him with a sigh.
Cookie lazily rocked his hips into Clav, pumping his leaky cock back into him with a soft grunt.
“Fuckkk, Clav,” Cookie chuckled, grinning languidly, resting his head against his pecs. Clav looked away, his cheeks heating up. “Get off, I need to shower… and now!” Cookie sat up, raising a brow and giving him a sly look as Clav crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, tsundere,” Cookie scoffed jokingly, pulling out of him and tossing his condom away.
Clav sat at the edge of the bed, legs shaking as he tried to stand up. “Take it easy; the shower can wait. Let’s hang out or something,” Cookie suggested. Clav shot him a glare. “I’m not gonna let it crust, dumbass.” Cookie raised his arms in defense. “Okay, damn, do your little chick routine, but we're playing Fortnite after.” Clav rolled his eyes and stood up, stumbling to the bathroom. Behind him, Cookie tried not to laugh. “Shut up!” Clav called out from the other room. Cookie cackled in response before following him into the bathroom.
Inside, Clav stood in front of the mirror once again, water running in the background as he prepared to draw himself a bath. His eyes flicked briefly to where Cookie leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.
“You look pretty,” Cookie commented. Clav rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hold back the smile growing on his face.
Clav loves one thing above all else: Cookie.