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It was around 2:30am in the morning, every toon was in their rooms sleeping. Well, almost every toon. Shrimpo was playing on a console on his bed, yelling and cursing at it every time he died or lost health. All of the other toons have gotten used to his screaming, learning that they had to drown it out for them to sleep.
Finn was slowly roaming the halls, nervously biting at his fingers. He was walking back and forth through Shrimpo's room, listening to him yell and complain at the game. Once he was silent long enough, Finn knocked at his door, waiting for him to say something.
"GO AWAY!!" Shrimpo shouted, not caring who was there to bother him. "I'M BUSY!"
"Shrimpo? It's Finn." Finn called out with a soft voice, not wanting to disturb the other toons unlike Shrimpo. He opened the door quietly, not exactly patient enough to wait for permission.
Shrimpo growled at the unwelcomed entry, but didn't say anything about it. Finn sat at the edge of the bed, watching Shrimpo click at his console. "Whatever it is can wait. I'm in a boss battle." Shrimpo warned Finn that he would've kicked him out if his game was interrupted now, so he waited.
Finn was bouncing his leg impatiently though, staring at Shrimpo as he played his game. Once he heard the small sound effect from the game that Shrimpo lost, he scooted closer to him.
Shrimpo groaned loudly as he lost, throwing the console to the side. "What." He muttered softly, staring at Finn's impatient form.
"I need help with something." Finn said quickly after, smiling nervously at Shrimpo. "We don't have to leave the room." He added, knowing that the crustacean wouldn't want to help with anything involving getting up.
"What kind of help?" Shrimpo asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. He didn't move from his spot on the bed, but his eyes flicked down to take in Finn's appearance. He looked different. More nervous than usual.
"I'll just.. show you." Finn lifted up his pink sweater, fiddling with the hem as he waited for Shrimpo to say something. He watched as his eyes glanced down to the prominent bulge in his shorts.
Shrimpo looked back up with an unamused expression on his face, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Yes 'seal'-riously! Don't make fun." Finn exclaimed, pushing his sweater back down with some embarrassment.
Shrimpo sighed loudly, grabbing Finn's hand and pulling him closer. "You already know I hate being told what to do. But fine. I'll help you and your stupid problem." Shrimpo reached down to palm roughly at Finn's shorts, watching him squirm on his spot. "You're acting pathetic." Shrimpo grumbled, listening to Finn laugh and whimper. He always laughed at anything, especially when he was nervous or shy.
"If ya want I can top you again." Finn winked at Shrimpo, which caused a blush to flare up on his cheeks.
"No! I hate it when you top!" Shrimpo complained, but still saw amusement shine in Finn's eyes.
"It didn't seem like you hated it the past few times I topped. Especially when you came from me stepping on your crotch that one time. You 'reel'y liked it when I did that." Finn chuckled when Shrimpo moved away from him, pouting with anger.
"That was one time!! And that was a day after you found out I liked it when you hurt me." Shrimpo stuck his tongue out like a child, but Finn leaned forward to lick at it.
"'Whale',in my defense, you did moan pretty loud when I forgot to prep you and went in immediately." His voice was a little lower now, which got Shrimpo's face burning.
"Shut up!" Shrimpo snarled, but didn't push Finn away in the slightest.
Finn took that as an invitation to continue, giving Shrimpo a sweet and short kiss before gently pushing him down. It looked like he was going to say more insults so Finn stopped him from talking by giving him more kisses, slowly but surely becoming more and more desperate.
"I hate you." Shrimpo mumbled softly after Finn finished kissing him, his goofy smile still plastered on his face.
"Whatever you say, Shrimpo." Finn kissed him again, ignoring the way Shrimpo squirmed underneath him to get him off. He wasn't really trying and it was obvious, so he guessed it was so he looked like he didn't really want to be topped.
The kisses got sloppier the more they progressed, Finn sitting on one of Shrimpo's thighs after a moment. He grinded down on his, shuddering at the pressure. He felt Shrimpo lift his leg up a little, helping him get off on his leg.
"Y'know, you look really sexy when you're submissive and topping." Shrimpo mumbled in between kisses, earning a small whimper in return from Finn.
"So you do like it when I top?" Finn teased, hearing Shrimpo growl at his words.
"Shut up!" Finn was then pulled into another kiss, this one being rougher than the rest. He moaned softly into it, feeling Shrimpo's tongue poke at his lips. He happily parted them, tasting the crustacean's tongue.
Finn's hands wandered down Shrimpo's body, slowly lifting up his hoodie. He revealed his white heart-shaped underbelly. Finn smiled at the sight, always finding it cute that such a hateful shrimp had a symbol of love on his tummy. He didn't say anything about it, knowing that Shrimpo hated that part of his body. He managed to convince himself that the oval it was supposed to be was unfinished, but Finn didn't see it that way.
He tugged the hoodie upwards, signaling for Shrimpo to lift up his arms. Once the hoodie was off and discarded off the bed, Finn kissed along Shrimpo's collarbone and neck, occasionally biting and sucking on it. This rewarded him with various sounds from Shrimpo including breathless curses, feeling his hands snake back towards Finn's rear.
He giggled softly, knowing how Shrimpo had basically an obsession over his bottom. He often called it a 'bakery', which was a little odd coming from Shrimpo since he hated baking, or doing anything in the kitchen really. He figured he must've heard it from Looey when he loudly flirts with Sprout.
Finn was cut off from his thoughts when Shrimpo gave him a firm squeeze, causing Finn to let out a surprised squeak. He looked down at Shrimpo, which usually only happened when he wanted Finn's attention. "What?" He asked softly, blush creeping on his face as he felt Shrimpo's hands continue to massage and grope his butt.
"You're getting distracted. Stop getting distracted." Shrimpo said with an almost calm tone save for the annoyance, pouting as Finn continued to stare. "Well? Get back to work." He commanded, referring to the hickies that the fishbowl was giving to him.
"'Whale', that wasn't very nice Shrimpo." Finn pointed out, leaning down but not giving him what he wanted. "Say ‘please.’" Finn said sweetly, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I'll give you a real big bite if you do."
Shrimpo grumbled loudly, but was quickly cut off when Finn grinded down on him again. "I hate being told what to do!!" He complained loudly, holding Finn's hips down roughly so he wouldn't get riled up.
"I'll give you two." Finn negotiated, watching the gears in Shrimpo's head work.
He let out an exaggerated and overly loud sigh, knowing he couldn't turn down this offer. "Get back to work please." He growled out the plea, watching Finn's smile widen.
"Good boy, Shrimpy." Finn leaned back down and licked at Shrimpo's neck, grinning to himself when he felt a specific jerk in his body. He sucked at the spot for a second to get it sensitive and bit down roughly, listening to Shrimpo practically choke from the abrasiveness. His back arched as his hands clawed at Finn's sweater, biting his lip to contain his noises.
"I'm Shrimpo." He corrected, stifling a whimper as Finn tightened his jaw. When he let go, he licked at the unopened wound, sucking on it again for a few seconds before kissing it and moving on to the other side.
Finn repeated the same process, his thick tail wagging slightly as he listened to Shrimpo's ragged breath and small whines. Once Finn was done he pulled back all the way, looking down at his handy work.
"All done." Finn said, smiling down at Shrimpo's red face. His hands were now back down on the fishbowl's bottom, but he wasn't groping him anymore. Finn was still extremely hard, but pleasing Shrimpo was on the top of his priority list despite being hard for who knows how long.
Finn continued his journey down Shrimpo's body, kissing and sucking along his chest and slowly, but surely, making it to the hem of Shrimpo's shorts. He looked up at the crustacean, noticing how his breathing sped up by the rising and falling of his belly.
"Can I?" Finn asked softly, watching Shrimpo look away out of embarrassment.
"Sure, whatever." He replied, trying to seem like this wasn't affecting him. He was always like this whenever he bottomed, Finn finding this behavior adorable.
The fishbowl unbuttoned Shrimpo's shorts and tugged them down along with his boxers, chuckling softly at the skull pattern printed on the soft fabric. His semi-hard cock was now put into view for both of them to see, both of their hearts beginning to speed up more.
Finn licked his cock a few times with lidded eyes, occasionally kissing the head to make Shrimpo squirm. "Stop teasing!! I hate it when you tease!"
He complained again, his hands sliding up to hold the rim of Finn's head. His grip wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose enough to shake his hands off easily.
"You aren't stopping me." Finn pointed out, continuing to kiss and lick his length. He heard Shrimpo growl in frustration, feeling him tug on his head.
Once Finn was done slowly getting him covered in spit, he slowly stroked him a few times, feeling him squirm more as he got to full hardness.
Finn let go of him after his small goal was accomplished, grabbing the hem of his sweater to take it off.
"What are you doing?" Shrimpo asked a little too possessively, Finn being taken aback slightly by his tone.
"Taking off my sweater..?" He said with a confused tone, his smile still crooked with slight shyness.
"I can do it." Shrimpo swatted Finn's hands away, lifting his sweater up on his own. He didn't want to seem useless since Finn took the crustacean's hoodie off, so he annoyingly returned the favor.
Shrimpo looked over his almost opaque, glassy body, blush brightening on his face ever so slightly. He realized he was staring after a few seconds, shoving the sweater against Finn's chest to seem like he wasn't in awe despite seeing his body many times before.
Finn chuckled as Shrimpo shoved the sweater in his face, gently tossing it to the side where it wouldn't bother them anymore. "I assume you want to remove my shorts too?" he teased, circling his hips in a slow motion.
Shrimpo's hands returned to Finn's butt, giving them a squeeze to get him to lift up. Once that was done, he fumbled with the fly for a bit, nervous hands making him have butter fingers. He pulled them down along with his boxers after he managed to undo his fly, watching as his cock slowly came into view. He swallowed hard, remembering that feeling when Finn went inside of him. God it was hot whenever he rammed right into home, but he couldn't get distracted. Not now.
Shrimpo offered his palm up to Finn's mouth, which he knew what it meant, gathering spit in his mouth to lick his hand. In Finn's opinion, licking was much hotter than spitting, there being more intimacy though the first action. Shrimpo took his hand back and gave Finn a few rough pumps, listening to him let out small moans and whimpers. He's been at full hardness for a while, but Shrimpo couldn't help but tease him. At least he was providing some form of lubrication.
"Wanna be on your back or your stomach?" Finn asked with a soft voice, trying his best to not let out any loud noises too soon. He rubbed Shrimpo's sides, not minding which pose he wanted to do this in.
"Back." He replied with his usual grouchy voice, already getting impatient. He let go of Finn's leaking cock, letting him position himself between Shrimpo's legs.
Finn looked down with a blush, holding Shrimpo steady against him. He lined himself up, rubbing his tip against his hole. "You sure you don't wanna be prepped?" He asked with a slightly worried tone, pushing forward slightly to emphasize the tight squeeze that it would be.
Shrimpo nodded, but Finn wouldn't take that. He needed verbal answers. Shrimpo was doing a good job on that until now, so Finn decided to correct him.
"Words, Shrimpy." He heard the crustacean growl at the reminder, but didn't hear any further arguments.
"I'm sure." He grumbled.
"Good." Finn replied. "Use your colors if you need them, 'kay?" He whispered before shoving himself inside all the way in one go, struggling a little from the tight fit.
All the air was knocked out of Shrimpo's lungs, legs tightening around Finn's waist.
"Good?" Finn asked with a sharp breath, basically almost orgasming from how good Shrimpo felt.
He nodded, trying to catch his breath. "S-still green." He stuttered out, biting his lip out of embarrassment from how good that felt.
Shrimpo's eyes were closed so he wouldn't look at Finn, but the fishbowl wasn't having that. He grinded against the shrimp, earning a stifled whine from him. "Open your eyes, Shrimpo. They're too pretty for you to be hiding them."
"No!" Shrimpo yelled out a little too loudly, a Finn taking the opportunity to thrust inside him to make him moan loudly.
"'Whale', you either open your eyes, or you stop hiding your pretty moans." Finn threatened, but his voice didn't sound threatening at all.
Shrimpo refused to open his eyes and instead covered his mouth with his hands, which were almost immediately removed. His hands were now pinned above his head, which resulted in squirming.
Finn started thrusting shallowely in a slow motion, trying to get Shrimpo to do one or the other. He saw him bite his lip, which didn't help in the slightest. "Shrimpo..." Finn warned, holding both of the crustacean's hands with one of his own and using his free hand to tug Shrimpo's bottom lip away from his teeth.
Finn gave a rough thrust to test Shrimpo's reaction, earning himself a whimper from the stubborn toon. He smiled despite the sound being slightly choked.
"C'mon, Shrimpy. You can do it. I know how hard it is to keep your eyes open, but making a few noises shouldn't be too much of a struggle." Finn continued grinding against Shrimpo, occasionally pulling out almost all the way before ramming himself back in.
Shrimpo let out stifled cries as Finn did this, which caused him to frown slightly at his stubbornness. He got an idea though. He wrapped his hand around the smaller toon's length again, stroking it at a reasonable pace. He didn't mind if Shrimpo kept his silence up, but that was the plan. This went on for a few seconds before Shrimpo started to squirm more than usual and when his breath quickened, Finn immediately slowed down to a torturous pace.
"Finn!" Shrimpo shouted with frustration, causing Finn to giggle coyly.
"Yes?" He questioned with a teasing tone, acting as if he wasn't edging Shrimpo.
"Quit teasing! I told you already that I hate teasing!!"
"'Whale', I was thinking," Finn started, continuing his slow strokes. "The longer you hold back your pretty little sounds or keep your eyes closed, I'll keep this up. But if you do either of those things, I'll let you cum. Sound fair?"
Shrimpo groaned loudly with annoyance, but ultimately agreed with silence. Finn smiled at his compliance, going back to grinding against the shrimp. A few whines could be heard from him, but they were quiet and held back. Finn leaned down to the side of Shrimpo's face, giving him a few kisses to encourage him more.
"C'mon Shrimpo, you're doing so 'whale'. You can be a little louder for me right?" Finn praised, feeling how warm his cheeks were against his lips. Shrimpo whimpered a little louder at the praise, which earned rougher grinding from the other. The red toon breathed loudly from how embarrassed he was from all of this, but still occasionally let out a few whines here and there to warm himself up to being more vocal.
Whenever Shrimpo decided to stop being shy, Finn would reward him with a rough grind or an actual thrust, that only egging him on in making more noise. They didn't care if they were loud enough to wake up everyone else, too busy taking care of their own pleasure.
At some point Shrimpo was a moaning and whimpering mess, Finn roughly pulling back almost all the way and slamming back in. Tear streaks could be seen on Shrimpo's face, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure. Finn was still pinning his hands down, so he couldn't reach down to stroke himself. He was basically convinced that he didn't need any more stimulation though, already coming close to his orgasm without being touched.
"F-Finn..." Shrimpo moaned out, squirming under him as he continued to ram himself into the other. "I'm close..-"
Finn let out a breathy giggle, grabbing Shrimpo's cock and stroking it quickly. "Then cum. Enjoy yourself for me." He smiled at him, squeezing him before moving his hand faster.
Shrimpo cried out at the added stimulation, cumming all over his stomach and Finn's hand. His inner walls squeezed around Finn, helping him reach his own end as well. Ropes of cum coated Shrimpo's insides, filling him up even more. A small bulge could be seen expanding slightly on Shrimpo's lower belly, Finn's cum making it more prominent.
They panted heavily from the intense orgasm, Finn flopping on top of Shrimpo's form without pulling out. He heard a groan from the smaller toon, but no other protests.
Finn pressed loving kisses to Shrimpo's cheek, jaw, and neck, finally letting go of his hands. The shrimp's hands sluggishly made their way towards the fishbowl's bottom, gently rubbing it for no real reason. Finn nuzzled Shrimpo's neck, enjoying the affection he was receiving.
Finn pulled out, causing Shrimpo to whine from how sensitive he was. His fingers dug in his skin, feeling his cum slowly drip out of him.
The larger toon kissed Shrimpo gently, getting up from the bed. "Im gonna go get some towels to clean up, 'kay?" Finn whispered softly, putting on his shorts so he could go to the bathroom in the hallway.
Shrimpo was left alone long enough to think about if Finn was actually going to come back. It upset him, even though he knew Finn wouldn't do that to him. He continued to lay on his back, now feeling emotionally empty from the absence of Finn.
After about a minute or two, Finn quietly entered the room again with towels, water, and a few snacks, closing the door again with his foot. Shrimpo sat up at the sound of the door opening, some sense of relief washing over him as he watched him walk over to him with the items in hand.
"Sorry I took so long. Had to use the stairs so the elevator wouldn't make any noise while getting the snacks." Finn apologized, placing everything on Shrimpo's nightstand.
"It's fine, I guess." Shrimpo mumbled back, watching Finn grab a damp towel.
"Lay down. I'm gonna clean you up." Finn said softly, already having the towel gently run over the shrimp's legs. He made sure to be careful with the pressure, knowing that he was probably still sensitive. He felt Shrimpo squirm a little as he went over his crotch, but didn't hear any verbal complaints.
After he was done, he placed the damp towel aside on the bed and grabbed a dry towel, going over his skin to dry him up. He repeated the process on his stomach, wiping off the smaller toon's cum off of his own stomach.
Finn finished up with Shrimpo and took off his shorts again to clean himself up. Once that was over with, he grabbed the snacks and water, handing them to Shrimpo for him to eat and drink. He took a few snacks himself, laying down and snuggling next to the other as he indulged in the snacks.
"Comfy?" Finn asked with a small grin, chewing on his snacks as he waited for a response. He felt Shrimpo nod, listening to the wrapper of his snack rip open. They finished their snacks in a comfortable silence, exchanging a few kisses here and there. Once they finished their snacks, they hugged each other, slowly drifting to sleep.