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Mugman doesn’t understand it.
He shouldn’t feel this way towards Boris — not then, and certainly not now.
They were just supposed to be undercover to steal another relic, nothing more should have happened between the two.
The mission to get the relic was going smoothly at first — everyone was in disguises that were somehow believable and their plan to steal it was well thought out (mostly by Mugman himself). Everyone was given an earpiece for communication incase anything happened — so they felt somewhat prepared for what they were about to do.
The result of mission itself was (barely) successful — which didn’t really bother Mugman enough for him to contemplate what other things could’ve gone horribly wrong.
No — what bothered him was how Boris was acting around him during the mission.
And how he started to act towards him afterwards.
~~~
The wolf was taking the mission seriously — Mugman knew that, and the both of them had managed to blend in quite well. Boris was in a formal black suit, Mugman in a flashy teal colored flapper dress with equally flashy accessories. Together they looked like a regular rich couple who were just out to have a good ol’ time, nothing suspicious at all.
At first not much had happened — the group separated so they could do their given tasks: Bendy and Shelly searched for the relic, Cuphead and Pebble kept guard at the entrance (of course the original guards were taken care of), and Boris and Mugman kept with the crowd in case any lingering suspicion occurred. Nothing was sure to go wrong, and everyone was doing exactly as planned.
Which was what happened with Boris and Mugman when they separated — making sure to act as if the two of them were on a fun, romantic get away.
And Boris seemingly knew how to pull it off quite well.
At first he was nervous about this whole procedure — naturally not wanting to get caught and screwing up their chances, Mugman knew as he also shared those feelings. Their specific goal was simple: blend in, act natural, and try to not heavily converse with other party goers — that was the only thing on their minds as they entered the room.
But as the night progressed, something between them changed. They actually began to somewhat have fun during their mission — having a few laughs at a table and even allowing themselves a drink or two.
As they did so, Mugman noticed a look in Boris’s eyes as they conversed — one he never had seen the wolf give him before. It was calmed and composed compared to when they first arrived, and yet it seemed as if he were silently yearning — for what, Mugman refused to guess as he felt his heart flutter against his will.
Then they moved themselves onto the dance floor after Bendy mentioned that he and Shelly were getting close - the relic in a room near that area. As they walked over, they were stopped by a rather expensive looking butterfly.
“Oh pardon me! But it seems I have never seen you two around here before. Are you new guests?”
They both froze for a moment -oh no oh no oh no!!- believing they had somehow been caught before Boris cleared his throat.
“Uh - yes, madam. Allow me to introduce ourselves. I’m Thomas Wolfard, and this-“ He then gestures towards Mugman as he takes his hand, “This is the divine Tallulah Piccolo,” he then kisses the mug’s gloved hand before adding, “my fiancé.”
“Oh, how lovely!” The butterfly grinned as her multicolored wings fluttered, “I suppose you two are here for a lavish getaway?”
“Yes, that’s exactly why we’re here,” Mugman chimed in dramatically as he regained his cool. “We just wanted to get away from our large and lonesome mansion hidden miles away and decided to come here for a change,” he then laced his arm into Boris’s as he turned to him. “Isn’t that right, Tom?”
“Oh yes — certainly, darling,” The wolf gave a smile as he added on to their fabrications. “I thought it would be best to leave our expensive mansion in our expensive car to come to this expensive party - and I’d say we’re having a grand time here.”
“That’s swell, well I’d best leave you two love doves alone then - don’t wanna take away from your moment!” The butterfly turned away colorfully as the two remained together, “Tah tah!”
The two were then left giggling at what had just occurred — not believing that she somehow fell for their trick as they moved deeper into the crowd to blend in.
“That was probably the easiest trick in the book and she somehow fell for it!” The mug snickered as they waded through the dancing couples.
“Can’t believe we even pulled that off — that was smooth thinking on our part,” the wolf smiled shortly as his focus returned to being serious. “I suppose we should dance now, huh?”
“What?” The mug looked around themselves then realized what he meant — it would be rather odd for them to just be standing there while everyone around them was rhythmically moving, and they already have been given a few odd glances from their lack of movement. “I suppose you’re right.”
Both tentatively wrapped their arms around each other as they slowly began to dance — Mugman’s movements noticeably more stiff (he hated having a potential “audience”) compared to Boris who then took notice.
“There’s no need to be so tense,” the wolf said in an attempted reassurance. “I’d say we blend in very well.”
“I know that- it’s just hard when so many people are watching,” Mugman muttered as the music changed into something more lively — tensing him even further as the crowd began to come alive with it. “Shit.”
Boris grins as he recognizes the music, instinctively tapping his foot as he grabs the mug’s hands — the main goal of the mission slipping from his focus.
“Who cares if they stare at us, I say we should just have fun.” He then began to move them both with the music, although it was rather sloppy at first as Mugman was still tense — tripping over both of their feet a couple times as his nerves shook him.
“Golly. Boris, I don’t know about this-“ his shoulders tightened as he noticed even more eyes on them.
“Don’t focus on them, Mugsy,” Boris looks into the mug’s eyes, “just focus on me.”
And that’s what Mugman did as he tentatively continued dancing, slowly allowing the music to take hold of him. He kept hold of the wolf’s gaze as their movements began to become more lively, the audience around them melting away. He smiled as Boris spun him around the room — feeling a sense of exhilaration fill him as his care for the audience lessened, not noticing the crowd had parted to watch them.
“I’ve never seen you dance like this before!” Mugman smiled as he was twirled out, "Where did you get it from?”
“Well, it helps having a brother who’s job was dancing,” Boris replied as he twirled the mug towards him. “And of course having a song we both enjoy.”
Mugman blushed as they were pressed back together, “I guess it explains why you know what you’re doing — I don’t dance that often.”
“Neither do I,” the wolf chuckled as they spun. “But it’s a nice break from being on the run.”
“Yeah, I s’pose it is,” the mug said as his own grin widened.
They then continued dancing while laughing at each other — not caring how graceful their moves were, almost as if they were a couple of wild teenagers. They didn’t care though as the audience watched them whirl — their dancing becoming more intimate and close as the music grew louder. They both felt their hearts beating madly from how boldly they danced, never having the opportunity to feel alive and hold each other so closely.
And neither of them wanted it to end.
The music finally crescendoed to its finale as Boris dipped him. As he did so, he boldly pressed their lips together, the crowd roaring with applause as Mugman was left in a daze — his face glowing red as the moment felt like it was lasting for hours. His heart felt like it was rushing a million miles per hour, and his body felt weightless. What just happened?
His mind was hazy as Boris parted from the kiss and straightened themselves after the applause diminished — everyone filling the gap as they resumed their dancing. They then locked eyes as they quickly separated from each other, a guilty expression planted on Boris’s worried face while they both were left panting.
“What was that?” Mugman stammered as his hand came to his lips — not knowing if he should be enthused or upset.“You just…”
“Guys” Shelly’s voice cut into the mics, but Boris and Mugman weren’t paying attention — their blushed faces staring at each other in disbelief. “Are you still out there?”
“Mugs I-“
“We got hold of the relic, I don’t think anyone-“
“Mugman, I’m so sorry,” the wolf whispered as he grabbed the porcelain's arm. “I just — I promise it was only done so we could pull this off, and it’s not like I actual-“
“STOP THEM!”
Their focus then snapped to Bendy and Shelly sprinting through the crowd as guards chased them, the relic glowing in Bendy’s arm as he ran towards them. Mugman and Boris wordlessly ran along with them — the disappointment burning inside the mug being ignored as they focused on leaving the collapsing party.
The events that happened afterwards were blurred from Mugman’s mind — only remembering the group running for the exit, shooting at a couple of guards, and the chaos of it all as many panicked in alarm. It was hellish — leaving everyone tired after being narrowly caught, making them pant heavily as they sped away in a stolen Cadillac (How Cuphead managed to get it, Mugman didn’t wish to know).
“Good timing there, Cuphead.” Bendy breathed as he clung to the relic.
“Yeah, any more time out there and I’m sure we would have been goners,” Shelly added as Pebble rested in her arms.
“S’what I’m here for,” the cup chuckled. “And don’t worry Mugsy, I didn’t have to kill anyone in order to get this baby this time.”
“I’m sure you did not,” the mug grumbled as he gave his brother a glare.
“What? I didn’t!”
Mugman then shifted his attention to Boris, who looked out the window sullenly and silently.
“Boris, are you alright?” He asked as he reached a gloved hand to the wolf’s arm.
“I’m… fine,” he quickly removed his arm from the mug’s touch.
“Are you-?”
“Trust me, Mugman. I’m fine,” The wolf growled softly as he gave him a quick glance — clearly not wanting to initiate any further conversations.
Wanting to distance himself from what happened.
Mugman looked at him distastefully as all thought shifted back to their original mission, wanting to distract himself from the guilt that pricked his heart. He looked out the other window past Shelly and Pebble, wondering where on earth he went wrong.
That’s how it continued on whenever the mug had to talk to Boris throughout their quest — who barely tried to converse with Mugman at all. He sometimes catches the wolf staring at him, but whenever the mug tries to catch his eye and try to start something, he’d just look away. It was odd how close he would remain by him through it all, as if he wanted something from Mugman. The mug didn’t like it, he didn’t like how he was being towards him at all.
But everything that happened before…
Although Mugman was left speechless from what Boris did, the mug didn’t exactly mind it. No — it only made something within him grow. He knew that he was feeling something for Boris, it couldn’t be helped. Although the wolf was acting strangely towards Mugman, he still was left enamored by him. He couldn’t stop admiring the wolf’s physical features discreetly: those broad shoulders, his strong arms, and his sharp eyes with that tantalizing gaze — making himself feel a little fuzzy at the sight of him.
And when Boris wasn’t tight with fear, when he was able to be more relaxed — oh, his voice sounded so soothing to Mugman. He sounded so carefree, more confident. The mug’s mouth curled into a slight smile as he remembered how sweetly the wolf’s voice was talking to him when they were under cover — how he looked at him so fondly, how they danced together, how he boldly dipped him into that kiss-
Nope! No! He desperately tried to remove that memory from his mind, yet he couldn’t help the way it distracted him, making his face pink from replaying it over and over on loop.
And that was what was on his mind now as the group sat down at a bar after getting themselves rooms at a nearby hotel — wanting to ease their minds after another close encounter with a searcher.
Mugman sat at the edge of their lined group at the table, wanting to think to himself with little interruptions. As everyone began drinking their first glass, Mugman simply stared at his after a few shallow sips. He was thinking about a lot in that moment: about how they again have almost lost their lives to another searcher, how they almost lost their chances of obtaining their third relic - to another close step towards the machine, and…
“Something on your mind, Mugsy?”
Mugman looked beside him to see Shelly looking at him, a concerned look on her face noticing that he wasn’t joining in on their conversation.
“It’s nothing, Shells,” the mug responded as he thumbed his glass distantly — watching Boris as he lightly conversed with Bendy and a heavily drinking Cuphead.
She then eyed him curiously, “You sure? I mean I know what happened about an hour ago was…” she then grimaced as she remembered the searcher, “…a lot.”
“You could say that I s’pose…” Mugman wouldn’t be lying from that, yet that night pressed even deeper into his mind. “I mean it was a close call, just like us obtaining that relic. So it’s not much…”
“You sure it isn’t about anything else, Mugs? You keep on bringing up that night even though we were able to get hold of the relic, you know — so I don’t see why you’d be worried about that.” Shelly tilted her head as she then cheekily grinned at him. “I think I know what it is.”
“Hm?”
“I’ve seen how sweet Boris has been treating ya during the mission, and how close you two are gettin’,” Shelly said eagerly, “And I’ve also seen the way you two have been casting glances at each other — I mean you two have gotta be-“
“No, it’s nothing like that!” The mug felt himself getting warmer as his face turned into a warm hue, “I- I mean all that stuff we were doin’ was just to remain unnoticed — nothing was actually going on between us.” He then frowned for a moment, “We don’t even talk that often anymore.”
“Really? That’s odd.” She continued, the both of them unable to notice that the wolf was quietly hearing in on their conversation.
“I mean sure he was being sweet with me beforehand — danced with me and… even kissed me…” Mugman sighed softly as he straightened himself. “But it was only part of the act so we wouldn’t get caught, nothing else.”
“Is that really it?” Shelly asked, watching his face turn red with the thought of the memory. “Or is it something more?”
Something more…
“It can’t be - there’s no way he’d ever…”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” The shell said as she gently rested her hand on his shoulder in reassurance, “I don’t see why he wouldn’t.”
The mug sighed softly as his eyes went back to the glass — Shelly’s words making the thought of what happened between them that night seem like more than part of a risky plan. He remembered first stepping out with that outfit — how Boris stared at him with an awe that was quickly shut off. He also remembered the way he was stared at by the wolf whenever they conversed - that longing in his gaze - almost as if it was meant for Mugman.
Was it?
“I’m going back to our rooms,” Mugman said as he pushed himself out of his bar stool, overwhelmed with the thought. “I’m a little tired right now and I don’t feel like drinking any more at the moment.”
“I’ll go with you,” Boris quickly stood up to join him — Cuphead and Bendy watching him amusedly as the mug gave him a somewhat bewildered expression.
“Boris, I… you don’t need to-“
“I will - it’s not safe to go alone out there.” The wolf insisted.
Mugman didn’t know what to think in that moment as his face flushed a deeper red. Mugman knows what he’s doing — this wasn’t his first time having to travel somewhere around this area alone, and he knows how to use his weapon. If anything (and according to their deal), he’s the one who’s supposed to be protecting Boris, not the other way around. Boris shouldn’t even have to suggest going with him.
So why does he want to?
“You two go ahead - we’ll be there in a few hours.” Shelly grinned mischievously as she watched Boris going to Mugman’s side — Cuphead letting out a cheeky “ooo” as he saw his brother flush red.
Mugman glared at the expression on her face, then at his brother who was also drunkenly grinning at him as he tried to hide his blush from the wolf right next to him.
“Just make sure they stay outta trouble,” he muttered as he watched their brothers giggle unsoberly at them while making suggestive glances. He then looked at Boris to signal their leave and began to wordlessly walk out.
“No promises, Mugsy!” The shell called as she watched the two of them leave with a wave, Cuphead and Bendy whispering not so quietly to each other about them sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g behind her.
“It’ll happen eventually, I know it will,” she sighed fondly as she then moved herself to sit closer to the others.
~~~
The walk to the hotel was uncomfortablely quiet — neither of the two attempting to start a conversation, the stars in the night twinkling tauntingly above them. Mugman was somewhat grateful for the wolf’s presence — as it made him feel a little less nervous about any other dangers coming from the shadows. Yet he still felt uncomfortable from their silence — the thought of the possibility of the wolf being angry at him or even hating him taunting him relentlessly. He hoped that wasn’t the case, for he truly valued the friendship that had grown between them — as he was someone other than his brother who was willing to listen. He didn’t make word of it when they reached the building, just wanting to go somewhere that’s somewhat safer and quiet.
When they finally stepped inside the hotel and checked in for the night, they went inside their small, shared room (which Shelly wonderfully decided on for “bonding” opportunities). They wordlessly agreed that Boris would take the couch and Mugman would have the bed.
“I- uhm, you didn’t have to come here with me,” Mugman said as he cleared his throat.
“After what happened with that searcher - I’d say it’s better safe than sorry,” Boris simply replied.
“True,” he murmured as he took off his scarf — feeling himself grow warm from their somewhat close proximity.
There was more silence after that, leaving the both of them to cast wary glances at each other awkwardly as they parted to their place of sleep. Although Mugman does prefer silence — he didn’t like the silence that was between them. Having enough of it, the mug swallowed his nerves and began to speak.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Hm?” Boris turned his attention towards Mugman.
“Did I do something wrong?” The mug repeated. “Do you hate me?”
“What do you mean?” Boris now turned to face Mugman as he stood.
“After we got hold of the relic, you’ve been distancing yourself from me,” Mugman said as he stood there idly at the edge of the bed. “And I know what happened between us shouldn’t have happened… but it’s no reason to completely stop all conversation and shut me out.”
“No… it’s not your fault, and you did nothing wrong,” the wolf started with a sigh, not knowing what to say. “It’s just…”
“It’s just what, Boris?” Mugman pressed with a glare, yet also with a saddened tone. “You’ve been acting strange lately — I mean you’re always staring at me and remaining close to me, yet you never really try to talk to me. Every time I simply look at you, you’d always make sure to look away.” His face then turned soft, “Why?” He watched as the wolf’s expression pained, who then let out a sigh as he looked down.
“I felt guilty,” The wolf begins as he raises his head, “And what happened there was my fault, not yours in any way.” He then began to step towards him as the mug continued staring at him. “But before all of that, I realized that I actually was feeling something towards you — and that perhaps it was something more than just simple trust towards you.”
Mugman felt his face warm as Boris came closer, “You did?”
“Yes — and after what happened I felt as though I broke that trust, and that you’d hate me for it.” The wolf cleared his throat as his nerves took over. “The truth is, Mugman, that I have come to value our friendship with each other over these past months — so much so that I have come to actually admire you.”
“You… you admire me?” Mugman repeated. He’s not imagining this, is he?
“Have for a long time.” Boris stopped right in front of Mugman as he looked into his eyes. “I just didn’t know how to come to terms with it or how to show it to you. Every time I start doubting myself about it, you somehow find a way to surprise me.” He smiled as he then held the mug’s hands, watching his face bloom into a deep blush and his eyes widened in awe.
Definitely real
“And it makes your company all worthwhile.”
Before either of them could properly think, the gap between them closed as Mugman pressed his lips against Boris — his hands gently moving to hold the wolf’s face as he felt his clawed hands wrap around his waist tentatively. Although the two have shared a kiss before, this one felt different — more compelling — their longing for each other taking over their minds.
The kiss started off gently as they both tilted their heads for a better angle — the mug’s heart beating wildly as he daringly pulled them both back to lie on the bed. They both were trembling with desire in each other’s arms, the closeness warming the fluids inside the mug and causing the wolf to eagerly wag his tail. Wanting more, Mugman opened his mouth to allow Boris access — which the wolf greedily took as he pushed his tongue inside with growing confidence.The kiss quickly turned rough as their tongues were messily entangled — their arms wrapping around each other tightly, not wanting this intimate moment to stop.
Mugman’s mind was swimming. He couldn’t believe the direction this was going and he couldn’t help but feel a tad overwhelmed, yet he didn’t want this to come to a stop. He whined into Boris’s mouth as he felt his clawed hands slip under his clothes to caress his porcelain skin, the touch so wonderfully soft and tender enough to make him feel like melting. He remembered the mushy romance stories he had read in his books — wanting that same kind of soft moment for himself, just wanting a hand to hold.
But this - the wolf’s generous touches and sultry warmth - this was so much better.
They then pulled away for air, causing Mugman to let out a slight sigh of disappointment from the loss as Boris quickly removed his hands — not wanting to intrude any further.
“Mugs, I…” The wolf stared at him as he panted slightly, feeling the mug’s hands keep their hold around him. His heart throbbed heavily at the look in the mug’s eyes, silently begging him to continue. Gods — he wanted Mugman more than ever at this point, and Boris could tell that the mug wanted him just as badly. “Do you want to…?”
Mugman felt himself get warmer as he let out a breathy laugh at the wolf’s nervousness, “Gods yes, you beautiful mutt.” The mug’s eyes shone with admiration, his own heart thumping enthusiastically from Boris’ request of consent as he pulled him closer. “I do.”
The wolf grinned as he reconnected their lips together, his hands returning back to the mug’s smooth frame as clothing began to slip off piece by piece. He allowed his hands to explore Mugman further, a slight smile pulling at him with each reaction the mug gave him as they became more exposed. Once fully unclothed did they fully part their kiss again — Boris left absolutely enamored at how lovely Mugman’s figure looked beneath him, his face becoming even warmer than before.
Mugman was strong, Boris knew — and it was well evident in how well toned his body was, every muscle beautifully defined. Along certain parts of his body were cracked marks, some he had already seen lining his arms — likely from past fights littered across like scattered lightning during a storm. Boris couldn’t help but look at Mugman with a fond expression full of wonder.
“Golly Mugs…” The wolf moved his head upward to look at the nervous mug, moving a hand to caress him. “You’re gorgeous.”
“I… you think so?” Mugman couldn’t help but blush shyly as he felt a gentle touch on one of the cracks that marked his body. “I’ve never really liked my scars that much, and… and what I’ve done to get them…” He couldn’t help but look away in shame — Boris silently getting the hint with a nod.
“Doesn’t matter how you got them to me,” the wolf murmured as he licked a scar on the mug’s neck, causing him to let out a small gasp in surprise. “I still think they are beautiful.”
“These scars? Beautiful?” The mug looked at him incredulously. “You don’t mean that! I mean after all I have done to others — to you?” He felt himself rambling in a small panic as he quickly thought of what damage he had done. “You can’t possibly mean that after the fact that I've harmed - killed other people. I mean you can’t think of me like that after I almost killed your brother, and… after I almost killed you.” He then paused as he realized what he had said - what a mood killer - leaving him to look away dejectedly.
“Sorry…” Mugman mumbled awkwardly.
“Mugs…” Boris moved himself to embrace the sullen mug, feeling him return his arms around him gratefully. Even though he did almost die by Mugman’s hand, the wolf was still left absolutely admiring him and his abilities as a fighter and a gunsman — and of course the scars that came with it. Boris knew that Mugman did it - after all - for the sake of surviving, and for the sake of his own brother.
“Oh Mugsy, all that stuff that happened was in the past — after all, things between us are different now.” He pressed their foreheads together warmly as he continued, “Besides, from what I’ve heard — if I was in a similar situation as you, I’d do just the same. Your scars are still beautiful to me, you are still beautiful to me.
Boris then moved back to eye the mug’s scars, a slightly impish look creeping on his lips.
“And if you refuse to believe it, then I will just have to prove it to you.”
That left the mug stammering as he immediately caught on, “Wait, wha-?“
Before Mugman could intervene, Boris was going straight to work pressing his lips against the mug’s scarred flesh — every lick of his tongue tracing them with passionate strokes, leaving Mugman trembling in the wolf’s loving embrace.
Mugman softly whimpered at the feeling of the wolf’s mouth on him - Celestials above, was he stubborn - but it felt good knowing that Boris sees him for more than his flaws, and that he’s so willing to prove to the mug just how much he cares about him. Mugman’s fingers threaded through Boris’s fur as he licked him lower and lower — both out of nervousness and out of anticipation for what’s to come.
Boris allowed himself between Mugman’s thighs, admiring how well toned and soft they were as he licked a strip down the inner flesh — causing the mug to let out a hum of approval. The wolf couldn’t help but feel a sense of hunger as he pressed his snout against the porcelain’s thighs, allowing his teeth to gently bite the flesh to mark it — not too hard to cause harm, but enough to leave a red hickey behind. He cravingly watched the mug tremble as he placed multiple marks on him, listening to the shaky breaths that escaped him as he licked the acute wounds — as if he were giving him a soft apology for adding to his already present scars.
Mugman felt himself muttering incoherently at Boris’s boldness, feeling the wolf gently touch him in ways he never comprehended before as he moved inwards. He felt certain that he’d never get this kind of relationship — having someone who doesn’t fear him and cares to understand him, someone who’s willing to tenderly love him the way he was being loved now.
And surely it couldn’t get better than that.
He then let out a sharp gasp as he felt the wolf’s tongue press against his hole, his hand quickly covering his mouth flusteredly as Boris worked the organ inside him — not wanting anyone in the other rooms to hear him. He moaned into his hand as the wolf continued — the sounds of squelching making him dizzy as his tongue went deeper.
It was absolutely lewd: Boris’s tongue coating Mugman’s hole with warm saliva in every press — their kissing a mere far cry from how intimate this was, turning Mugman’s mind to mush from the pleasantly wet feeling. He continued whimpering into his hand as the wolf plunged his tongue further inside him, the sensation so strange yet so, so good.
“Oh my, yes” Mugman mumbled as his other hand twisted the sheets, feeling the fluids in his head come to a hot simmer. “That feels -Oh Gods! Don’t stop, please don’t…” His voice dwindled as he felt Boris remove himself from his thighs — looking at him with a playful smirk as the mug looked back at him with dismay.
“Wait, no… no — why did you stop?”
“Felt good, didn’t it?” The wolf simply replied as he lightly thumbed the fresh marks on Mugman’s thighs, his grin widening at the mug’s slight annoyance.
“You’re terrible,” the mug groaned bashfully, his face a bright red hue. “Yes… it felt… really good…”
“Well that's good,” Boris gave him a satisfied look as he lathered his fingers with his own saliva. Once well coated, he then took one of his lubricated digits and carefully pressed it inside Mugman — causing the mug to let out a moan as the wolf began to move it inside him.
“Because we’re just getting started.”
“O-oh!” Mugman felt his words fail him as he felt another finger being inserted inside him — Boris now leaning himself over to be closer to him. “Of course we ar-ah~” He was cut off with a breathy moan as Boris moved his fingers at a more moderate pace — bubbles forming at the rim of his head as he was stretched. He appreciated how careful Boris was with his claws, making sure that he wasn’t hurt, yet also driving him crazy with pleasure — causing him to moan at every press the wolf tried.
Boris felt himself growing harder as he continued thrusting his fingers — Mugman being absolutely perfect in this moment of shared trust. The wolf couldn’t help but be mesmerized at the mug’s every reaction to his movements, his gaze growing lustful from the porcelain’s wanton sounds and pleasured expressions. Wondering how to pleasure his partner further, he then decided to try a different angle — causing the mug to let out a passionate cry as the wolf’s fingers pressed against his prostate.
And Celestials above, did he want to hear that again.
“Oh- please, I- Fuck!” Mugman’s trembling hands gripped the wolf hard as he cursed, causing Boris to quickly pause his movements as his eyes filled with concern.
“Too much?”
“No, just surprised i-is all- mhn,” Mugman said breathlessly, thrusting his hips against the wolf’s hand for more of that delicious friction. “Ah- damn it! Please, I need more. I need…” He cut himself off as Boris, again, took himself away from between the mug’s legs — leaving Mugman almost sobbing from the loss as those pleasuring fingers left his hole.
“You damn mutt! You’ve got to stop doing that!” the mug sputtered at the wolf perplexedly, causing him to playfully raise a brow at his response. “Celestials above, you’re so unfair.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it that,” Boris mused as he brought his cock against Mugman’s hardened length, teasing him further as he began to grind against him - causing a surprised squeak to escape from the mug as he noticed the size of it. “Besides I think you’re prepared enough now - we wouldn’t want to waste our fun on just that.”
“Ooh- I guess you’re right,” Mugman trembled as his fingers curled into the sheets below while Boris continued grinding into him, “Boris- Oh Gods, please, please - I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
Boris listened as he then pulled away and lined himself against Mugman’s hole, the tip barely pressing inside as the wolf then looked at him.
“If it’s too much, you let me know. Yes?”
The mug looked at him nervously and nodded. “I trust you,” he murmured as he allowed his hands on the wolf’s shoulders. “But no more pulling away from me or I swear-“
“Alright, I won’t do it this time,” Boris chuckled as he pushed the tip inside - causing Mugman to inhale sharply from the new sensation, “But only if it becomes too much for you.”
Mugman couldn’t help but smile a little at how considerate Boris was — making his heart throb with a new kind of longing he believes he’s never felt before, yet was so familiar. He then moaned as he felt the rest of Boris’s shaft travel inside him, his fingers gripping the wolf’s shoulders tightly as he was filled to the hilt — leaving the both of them trembling with a newly flamed desire for the other.
“My, you’re so big,” the mug murmured as he adjusted to this new fullness — his legs slightly trembling as they gripped the wolf’s hips.
“Feels good though, yes?” Boris asked as he remained still, wanting his partner to be adjusted and comfortable before they began.
“Mhm…” Mugman’s response was a mere hum as he slowly nodded — not quite believing that what was happening between the two of them was real, but he knew that he needed it. “Please..?”
The wolf gave a nod as he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in, working himself into a slow rhythm to start — making sure to watch for any signs of pain coming from Mugman as he moved inside him, and not getting too lost from his delicious tightness. He watched with slight worry as the mug’s face contorted with what he thought was pain, only to hear him babbling seemingly endless praises as he continued — his hands trembling in his fur as the wolf allowed himself to go a little faster.
“Is this al-?” Boris was cut off as he was pulled into another heated kiss — Mugman’s hands holding his face as he moaned into the wolf’s mouth. “Celestials above, he’s gonna be the death of me,” Boris thought, feeling nothing but smitten as the mug held him so passionately throughout their blooming pleasure.
Mugman felt nothing but bliss in this moment — the sensations from Boris’s thrusts and his intimate kisses bringing him far away from the troubles that plagued his mind. He shivered as he felt the kiss deepen — the wolf’s hands exploring his body as he did so, wresting out more sounds from the mug. The fluids in his head were now at a full boil, but he was too far gone to care — the fire he felt inside him now burning even hotter as he was so deliciously full. Mugman then pulled away from the kiss and tipped his head back — panting loudly as one of his hands moved back to the sheets, the other gripping the fur on the back of Boris’s head.
“Oh my-!” Mugman moaned needily as he rocked his hips against the wolf’s thrusts. “Boris! oh- I need more! Please mor- aha!”
“Yes Mugsy, take all you need from me,” Boris huffed huskily as he nipped at the porcelain’s neck, “Take all you need.” The wolf took his hand and weaved it into the mug’s hand that was gripping the sheets, their fingers clasping each other hungrily in their shared pleasure. Mugman’s moans increased in volume as Boris pounded faster and harder into him — the both of them not caring if their sounds were heard from the other rooms in the building, focusing only on each other.
Boris doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of this, the mug’s pleasured moans being nothing but music to his ears. And the way he was looking at him? Golly, he could get lost in those eyes forever. He then angled his hips as he began to lick Mugman’s neck — causing the mug to arch his back and cry out the wolf’s name in pure ecstasy as Boris repeatedly hit his sweet spot.
“Yes Boris! Right there-!”
“Oh Mugsy, you’re doing so… so-” Boris then began to slow his thrusts as he felt his knot forming - almost forgetting about it in this wonderful moment they were both lost in.“Shit, I don’t think I should-“
“No!” The mug cried out wantonly — tightening his grip around the wolf’s waist as he tried to pull back. “Damn it! I’m so close! Please, ple - ah! I need this, I need you!”
“Fuck,” Boris panted as his knot pushed forward. “Ngh- This might sting a bit.”
“What do yo- Oh!” Mugman gasped and snapped his eyes shut as he felt Boris’s knot inside him — pressing against his prostate in a way that made him see stars. He couldn’t help the tears that fell from the immense sensation as Boris resumed his thrusts, making him mewl from the mind numbing pleasure. “Boris! hahh! B-Boris it’s- ohh!”
“Y-yes, that’s it Mugs, you’re taking it so well,” the wolf cooed breathily as he coaxed the mug closer to his peak — rewarding him with kisses and licks to his neck as he was brought closer to his own. “Golly- you’re so perfect like this, so gorgeous.”
“Boris I- I’m-!” The mug gasped as he came, his hole tightening around the wolf’s knot as cum leaked from his cock - leaving him sputtering tearfully as he rode the high of his orgasm with breathy whimpers. “O-oh- I love you, I l-love you-!”
And that was what sent Boris over the edge as he bit down on Mugman’s shoulder — causing the mug to moan shakily as he was filled with the wolf’s hot cum, his fingers gripping him tightly as the fluids in his head spilled over hotly. The wolf gave a few more thrusts before putting them into a mating press as he came, groaning lowly as he did so. After a moment did Boris release his teeth, giving the wound a gentle lick as they both began to come down from their high. Boris then looked up and noticed the teary state of the heavily panting porcelain’s face as he met his eyes — feeling a sense of guilt quickly wash over him.
“Gods… Mugs, I’m sor-“ Boris was cut off again with another kiss from the mug, this one more soft and mellow. They then pulled away gently, Mugman’s lips parted into a warm smile as he beamed at the wolf.
“I’m not exactly made of glass, you wonderful mutt.” The mug then blushed as he looked away, panting slightly as he adjusted to the knot that was still inside him. ”Besides, you shouldn’t have to apologize for making me feel as good as that was.”
“I suppose that is true, heh…” Boris then paused for a moment “…did you mean that — what you said?”
The mug tilted his head curiously, “Mean what?”
“Well, y’know… About loving me…” Boris then entangled his fingers into the mug’s hand again - their grip now a gentle embrace. “Do you love me, Mugman?”
“I…” The mug felt his face burn at the question - forgetting that he even mentioned it, but he knew that the wolf was meaning so much more to him than just a companion on their quest anymore. “Yes… I do love you, Boris.” he murmured as his eyes locked with the wolf’s. “After this - and everything else we have been through together on this damned journey? How could I not love someone so kind, so handsome, and so caring?” He then paused as he lightly squeezed those soft pads, “And for me?”
“Heh, well I’m glad because…” Boris lifted the hand he held to his lips — just like he did when they were undercover, except this was more genuine. “I feel just the same for you, Mugs,” he murmured gently as he softly pressed their foreheads together, his tail wagging happily. “Disguise or not, you’re always the most radiant person I have ever seen.”
Mugman couldn’t help but swoon, his heart fluttering madly with newfound devotion for the wolf. A question then popped into his mind as they continued to stay in their close position.
“How long do you think this lasts?” Mugman wondered as he motioned towards his abdomen — the knot still locked in place inside him.
“Oh that? Golly… I’d say about five to ten minutes give or take.” The wolf then smirked as his hands returned to wandering the porcelain’s body. “So we might as well get comfortable for a bit.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” The mug then grinned as his hands also began to wander as he gave him a peck, “I don’t mind at all.”
The next few minutes were spent in delightful bliss. Hands roamed and touched, tender kisses were shared, and sweet nothings were murmured — the two lovers basking in the afterglow of their love making. After the wolf’s knot went down did he pull out — doing so slowly as to not give his partner any discomfort while the mug let out a tired sigh.
“I don’t suppose that the others will be back anytime soon,” Mugman murmured as Boris pressed a towel against him.
“Knowing them, they’ll most likely be here later in the morning,” the wolf mused as he finished his ministrations. “Bendy doesn’t often drink too much, but when he does…”
“Tell me about it,” the mug scoffed as he felt Boris slide down next to him. “You’ve probably already seen it: once Cuphead’s had one shot, he’s already halfway through the next.” His humored expression faded as he then sighed grimly, taking comfort from their bodies pressing against each other. “After everything that’s happened, I can hardly blame him anymore…”
A sullen silence hung in the air for a moment before Boris pulled Mugman closer. “Whatever happens, we will somehow pull through,” the wolf murmured gently as his fingers lightly caressed the mug’s handle. “I mean look how far we’ve gotten now - things are surely going to get better when we find this machine, I know it will.”
They both knew that they must pull through with the mission to find the ink machine — not just for their own sake, but also for their brothers (and thanks to Shelly’s persistence on the matter, their world).
“S’pose you're right about that, we’ve certainly gone farther than I ever anticipated.” Mugman yawned as he nestled himself into the soft fur — a tired, yet relaxed feeling settling into his body as Boris’s words gave him a glimmer of hope. “Y’know, I’m kinda glad your brother stole that map.”
Boris couldn’t help but let out a quiet huff of laughter at that, feeling his own exhaustion linger as he nuzzled the mug tenderly. “Despite everything we faced, I’m also kinda glad he did that too.”
Mugman chuckled as his eyes fluttered closed, his heart pounding steadily.“I love you,” he whispered.
“And I love you, Mugsy,” the wolf whispered back as his tail lightly thumped behind him, his eyes also coming to a close as he smiled.
The rooms were then all quiet and still — any thoughts on the rest of the crew forgotten as sleep took hold of them. Although the pair knew of the dangers that would later meet them in their journey, they allowed themselves to smile in this single moment of peace — a small fragment of their blooming dreams for a beautiful future.