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“I can’t fucking believe this shit, I just got home and you’re already pulling this—”
“Will you fucking RELAX for once in your life!!! You’re such a prissy little—”
“It’s my fucking HOUSE of course I don’t want holes in the goddamn walls WHY DO YOU ALWAYS—”
“Oh it’s YOUR house even though I FUCKING BUILT IT?! I don’t wanna fucking hear—”
“You always fucking do this!!! You ALWAYS do this!!!! Why won’t you ever—”
“La la la what the fuck EVER you never do anything anyway and—”
It should be something she’s used to by now, but today, listening to the pair argue over each other was getting on Moe’s nerves.
She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the living room, feeling the breeze from the freshly blown up hole in the wall hit her back. It would be easy to stop the argument. She could just let Ze know that the explosion wasn’t ReGect this time, and it was actually just an unlucky run-in with a Creeper, but…nah. They’ve both been extra huffy and puffy lately, Ze especially blowing up from little things more often than not recently, so maybe this’ll be enough for them both to let out some of that built up steam. Moe will do her usual basic first aid after they fight, and then they’ll get along just fine for the next few days. It’s a cycle that Moe was happy to be used to, just enjoying their presence more than anything…and it was always cute how clingy they both get with her when they’d apologize.
Sorry for bothering you with this Moe, Ze would say.
Yeah, Moe, sorry Ze is such a pain in the ass, ReGect would add.
And she’d laugh from her horn, quickly stopping them from digging themselves into another bickering session, and would let them lay against her on the couch to cool off.
Hopefully this time, by the time she comes back from a walk, they’ll be done fighting.
Her brow twitched as she heard the pop of a jaw getting punched behind her, ReGect yelling various questions of what the fuck was wrong with Ze, but she was already out the double doors by the time he punched the entity again.
Maybe she’ll hang out with Maturin for an hour. Where does he live again? Does he even have a house…? Ehhh. Not worth the search.
Maybe Msak would like some company? She could always help him with baking again, she’ll never say no to more bread. Buuut…he’s probably busy with Ptolemy. Doing monsterfucker things. She lets out a short exhale as a silent laugh. She gets it.
Oh, wait. Thinking more on this, she stopped in her tracks, and glanced in the endless dimensional space she calls a pocket. Water bottles, water bottles, water bottles… Oops! She forgot her horn! If she does bother hanging out with anyone today, she’s gonna need that! She must’ve left it in the living room when she left her bickering boys.
Hopefully they won’t point out her disappearance so soon. She’s only been gone for, what, five minutes? They’re probably still throwing hits at each other. They don’t exactly take their fights slowly, Ze having a habit of dragging things out the angrier he gets. It’s normal at this point.
With a huff, Moe turns on her heel and walks back home, preparing to be met with a fighting dust cloud ripped right out of a cartoon moving around the living room.
…But when she opened the door, she was met with…no one.
No sign of ReGect, and no sign of Ze. The hole in the wall was still there, not even a half-assed attempt of patching it up being made, and the only evidence of any confrontation between them was a little bit of blood on the floor. A few drops of red, and a few drops of gold.
Moe let out a long, silent sigh, breaking the stained blocks of the floor and replacing them before quickly patching up the wall. It’s not like it was hard, but still, it was a little annoying. Usually they’re better at cleaning up after their fights before going their separate ways.
As Moe fixed the wall and grabbed her horn off the couch, that’s when she noticed…the house wasn’t silent like she thought. There was a noise…a certain creaking noise coming from upstairs. She blinked a couple times and looked towards the ceiling. It was rhythmic, it was fast, and it was not exactly something she was unfamiliar with by any means.
She felt her face get warm when she realized where her boys were and what exactly they were doing. Okay, so it’s that kind of fight today. Got it. It wouldn’t be the first time, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. She should probably head back out and let them have their privacy.
But when she moved to approach the several doors leading outside, Moe found herself going up the stairs instead, keeping her steps silent as she approached their shared bedroom.
She didn’t know why she was up here…or at least she wanted to tell herself that, but she did. She knew why. And when the creaks of their bed got louder as she got closer, and the muffled sounds of groans and moans started to become clearer, Moe wasn’t going to pretend like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
She took in a slow, silent breath, and shifted down against the wall by their bedroom door. It was barely opened a crack, almost none of the room being visible from what little of an angle she had to work with…but it would be enough.
Her head tilted slightly, and she took a peek.
The left side corner of their bed was all she could see, one of the pillows having fallen off at some point as it laid on the floor. She could see the bedframe occasionally knocking into the wall from how much the bed was moving, and she could see a pale white hand gripping at the red bedsheets like his life depended on it. Every creak echoed alongside every shift of Ze’s arm, his grip getting impossibly tighter every so often as he moaned out all sorts of obscenities. Moe couldn’t see his face, but she could tell it was buried in the mattress, his noises muffled every so often before they’d get loud again, ReGect probably pulling his head out by the hair to hear him.
Moe could envision it all perfectly. The rhythmic sounds of skin against skin was ReGect thrusting mercilessly into Ze until he was a blabbering mess beneath him, insults and teases being hissed out through moans from both of them. The sounds in her ear and the vision in her head…it was enough to make her slip an arm inside one her outfit’s sleeve, and she slowly ran her fingers down her body, making herself shiver in the same way Ze was. She was irritated today too. She needed to let out some steam with them.
She reached through one of the gaps between her buttons and tugged her glove off, holding it in one hand outside her outfit as the other hand explored underneath it. She heard the slick sound of Ze attempting to jerk himself off under ReGect, before his hand was slapped away with a pathetic whine. But no one was around to keep Moe from doing the same, and she pointed out two fingers to brush against her growing erection.
She wasn’t big by any means, at least not in comparison to Ze and ReGect, but she had just enough room to work with to make herself shiver. Being mute has never been a problem for her, and right now, it was practically a gift, because she was already a squirming mess just from a few brushes against her small length. She breathed out a silent, shaky exhale, biting her lip as she trailed a finger down more, rubbing at the folds hiding under her erection. Fuck, she’s already wet, and it’s all just from a few sounds.
She leaned her head against the wall, breathing heavily as her middle finger pressed against her entrance, massaging small circles in time with her pointer and thumb moving up and down her little cock. Her hips started to shift, but she barely managed to keep herself still, afraid that if she moved too much she'd sit on her horn by mistake and be caught. Just as silently as before, she brought her legs up on her spot on the floor, giving herself more room to work under her suit as she pushed a finger in.
Right as she did, she heard a louder groan from ReGect, and she had to bite her lip harder to keep in a breath. The sound alone was enough for her to push in her ring finger too, curling them in and out of herself as she continued to jerk herself off. Hah…fuck, okay, this was already a lot. But she was far from done.
Just for a moment, though, she was worried they were already done, the creaking of their bed suddenly coming to a stop. Weakly, her head rolled forward off the wall to peek inside.
She saw Ze’s hand barely relax around the bedsheets, still shaking violently from the sudden lack of friction. “Fff-fucker– a-ah– wh-why did you stop, you didn’t even—”
“Zeeeee…~”
“Haaah, mhn–” A slightly tighter grip from hearing his name like that, and he tried to relax again, catching his breath again. “Hah…wh-…what.”
Moe watched as ReGect’s much larger hand trailed down Ze’s arm, his claws gently interlocking with his fingers. They were both breathing heavily, Ze’s being more shaky and raspy while ReGect’s was mixed with purrs and growls, both of their exhales littered with growing lust. ReGect’s hand resting on the back of Ze’s was uncharacteristically gentle, while Ze was still whining beneath him, probably still full just out of Moe’s view.
“Ze…”
“Mmn– s-stop teasing me, asshole, just—”
That’s when ReGect’s grip suddenly tightened around Ze’s hand, and the entity let out a loud, guttural moan ripped straight from his chest, Ze letting out a weak gasp in return. His fingers struggled to squeeze around ReGect’s claws, his grip constantly slipping from the bedsheets as the creaking started again just as quickly as before.
Moe couldn’t help herself, and she reached over with her other hand to silently push the door open just a bit more to see what happened.
ReGect’s other hand was digging into Ze’s back, his claws drawing blood and making the army boy moan louder beneath him. Said army boy’s hair was an absolute mess, his back glossed over with a mix of sweat and now his own blood. He had his head against the mattress, luckily facing away from the door, being filled over and over by both of ReGect’s tentacle-like cocks. Seems like adding the second is what made ReGect moan like that just a second ago.
Ze could barely get a word out, every breath he could manage to take being strained with weak moans, but when he did get something out…
“A-aaahh– ah– R-Re— fuck, I-I fucking hate you, I hh-hate you so fu–uuuucck—”
“Clearly, that’s exactly why y-you’re– fuck— why you’re whining like a little bitch for me right now–”
“Shut uaaaahhh– sh-shut up, shut the ffffuck– fuck up– a-ah—!!! ReGe-e-ect–!!”
…it wasn’t exactly surprising that it was more bickering, even like this.
The way Ze’s bitter voice, once laced in an intoxicating venom, always melted into nothing but desperate whines and moans… Fuck, it drove Moe crazy, she could only imagine what went through ReGect’s mind knowing he was the one causing him to grovel like that. For just a split second, Moe imagined herself in ReGect’s place, and it made her arch her back instantly as her body jittered in rising need. Her peak is already approaching, boiling heat simmering in the pit of her stomach just from the sounds of her boys alone. She can hardly remember being irritated with them just minutes ago anymore, fully lost as her mind spun deliciously in pleasure, her silent moans coming out in the form of hot, breathy exhales. God, who is she kidding, she loves it when they fight, especially when she gets to listen to them like this afterwards.
She didn’t even register that she had added her pinky at some point, her three fingers curling just right inside her walls as her pointer and thumb dragged up and down her erection faster and faster. Her breathing was shaky, just as desperate as Ze’s, the squelching sound of her fingers digging in and out of her just muffled enough in her suit not to be heard over the bed creaking.
Or at least, that’s what Moe thought.
After her head rolled forward for another desperate peek, she noticed the single eye of her fellow entity looking directly at her. Her eyes grew wide to match his, a hint of fear running through her veins as quickly as blinking. Caught. Caught dead in her wet, soaking tracks. She felt the need to run and hide, never to be seen again out of pure embarrassment…but then she watched his eye squint in a hidden smirk.
When it comes to ReGect, that look could mean a million different things, and Moe felt the need to bite her lip as a silent plea for mercy…