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“Hey, Sportsy? How do you like your pizza?”
Jack looked at Dave who was hunched, elbows hitting the cold kitchen counter top as he waited for a response from his co-worker. Ronaldo had barley given out his newest variation of botulism to the kids outside of the kitchen which lead to Old Sport inferring that this may be the reasoning to Dave asking such a question.
“Plain.” Jack stated as he watched white eyes signal for a continuation. “Pepperoni, cheese— no sauce.”
“Well…”
A cheeky grin took formation on Daves face, eyes squinted as he locked his gaze onto the other.
“Ya ever think of havin’ a little eggplant on your pizza~?”
No! He knew Old Sport never thought of the idea. Daves attempt to a silly flirt was quickly shut out as Phoney inquired that the two put their molded fur suits on.
Today however— today was a different day at the Fazbender’s Pepperonerie joint. The Aubergine man set out to make today a memory which wont be fragmented within Sports’ head.
With a red visor on his head and harmonizing collared shirt, Dave kicks the heavy metal door to the kitchen open, leaving out of location 51 and into the night of Bakersfield, California.
After a few minutes of walking the purple guy arrived to a large oak door. Old Sports home was familiar to the man, he knew it belonged to the abode of Jack Kennedy. Keeping his left hand on the box, Dave reaches out with his right fist to knock on wood three times.
Nobody answered.
Yet again, he knocks another set of three. The time was an estimated 1:30 AM, and knowing Old Sports sleeping schedule Willy has came to the assumption that he may be asleep. However to contradict this thought the door opens ever so slightly.
Behind the door was his orange companion! Skin tainted in scars which glimmered in the moonlight of November. His eyes were reflective. Not only reflecting the beauty of light back at Dave but also reflecting an emotion of annoyance.
“Pizza Delivery!” Chimed the ‘pizza man’.
“Dave— It’s fucking night time what are you doing here?”
The door to Jacks home was leaned even more now that he had made the figure out to be his co-worker.
”Well I’m deliverin’ your pizza Old Sport! My speciality.”
“Pizza? At fucking 3 AM? Is this the meal of the devil’s hour?”
Although Old Sport was drastically off with his time estimation he wasn’t incorrect about this pizza being the devil’s meal.
“Oh c’mon Sportsy! You’ll enjoy it, I know ya will! It’s how you like it but even better!”
”No sauce?” Jack raised his slitted brow as Dave nodded ecstatically. “Come on in then.”
The door opened to the known Delivery man. He had the box lethargically low in his arms, it seemed to look as if it was almost weighing him down as it hugged close to the red shirt on Daves torso.
”Well, set the pizza down lazy ass.” Jack laughed at the idle position his friend was in as the fluffy blanket around his head was set aside and onto the living room sofa.
”Old Sport aren’cha suppose to check out the pizza before diggin’ in?”
Turning forcefully, Jack saw the same smile from inside Ronaldo’s kitchen carry onto Daves face: A flirtatious look. His Sharp teeth were waltzing out of his cheeky smile, shining a peachy-white. Dark eyes with a hint of lackadaisical eyelids and white pupils which illuminated their surroundings.
Confused, Jack responds “What do you mean?”
“What I mean is what are you waiting for, Old Sport? Open the damn box!”
Slowly creeping his large palm to the box he gives Dave a confused side-eye, questioning his intent. With caution, Jack raises the lid to the pizza box which seemed a bit beaten down and out of place. Did Ronaldo help assemble this because he swore he smelt salmonella lingering near. Eventually Old Sport raised the lid enough for it to be against Daves chest.
“I know ya don’t like the pizza sauce so why not add white sauce!” A deep belly laugh was emitted as awe struck the other.
Well, that explains the salmonella.
Daves flaccid dick was peeping through a hand made hole and traversed on top of the decent looking pizza. His reproductive organ oozed a bit of pre-cum.
Oh Dear Fredbear how can I unsee this?
Dave let go of the box once again, only using his right hand to hold it. Now with his newly unoccupied hand he reached for the slice furthest away from his genital and ate it.
“Wow, this is pretty good! You should have a slice Sportsy, it’s for ya after all.” Gobbling up the slice in hand Dave now grabbed another slice of pizza for his partner, except this one had Daves fluids on it. ”Well, give it a try. Won’cha Sportsy?”
Old Sports’ brows hung in a low U-shape as he rose his arms to grab the slice out of Daves arm, but Dave simply shooed his hands away.
“Oh come on, Let me help ya out! I did come barge at in at night time after all, didn’t I?” His pointed grin hung high as the tangerine complied in annoyance. His external expression was the complete opposite to what he felt, he was bit eager to get intimate. Why the hell else would you eat cum fucking pizza?
Dave took his dick out of the box of pizza and spun it onto the table by the both of them. It astonishingly didn’t topple over, it rather made it neatly, the pizza moving a bit to the left of it’s box from the motion.
He’s surprised that the Aubergine man went outside with his dick hanging in a pizza box, dedication much? His pants was still on correctly but his underwear was lowered at front and his pants zipper was down enough for his penis to come through. Old Sport had noticed he didn’t have a belt on like usual.
”Say ahh!” Dave said cutting the other out of his daze and moving the slice to his mouth. In unison to the pizza Dave was also closer to Jack.
”auh..”
Suddenly a thumb was pressing at the corner of his mouth, digging an entrance to pry it open. The slender digit applied pressure to Jacks inner lip as the pizza was laid ontop of his tongue. He bit down and chewed on the semen-slice as Dave moved his hand to view Old Sports teeth marks.
”What a funny fuckin’ bite you took that gap in your mouth aint even chow anything.
The semen taste was mostly salty, but also bittersweet. The warm feeling of bodily fluids with a weird viscosity did go well with the cheese surprisingly enough. However, Old Sport usually ordered his pizza with pepperoni.
Biting down on the pizza once more Dave pressed his nail into Jacks gum before taking it out. He licked his saliva coated finger and brought his hand through Jacks already messy tangerine hair. Old Sport was about to make a move but it was already too late. Dave sat down on his table to the right of the pizza box, eating another one of his own slices.
Dumbfounded and now holding his own slice he takes one more bite before tossing it into the box, now standing in front of Dave.
The purple guy still holds his snarky grin as Jack puts his dominant hand against the others chest, pushes him lightly to lay down on the table. His awkwardly long legs open for Jack to go in between.
Ahead of Old Sport was now the other on display. His chest was rising up and down in a rythme to a polyphonic heartbeat. Shirt riding up against the table and revealing a bit more of his lower abdomen. One long stare to his chest would divulge the barbells which lie underneath the cloth, their shape making an appearance through the thick fabric.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Why the hell not?” Snarked the other.
With Dave now sanctioned Old Sport pressed his palm against his abdomen, scuffling the hairs on his chest as his arm went in an up and down motion, skin against skin releasing a newly founded sound of friction.
His pubic hairs were curly and copious, brushing against the scarred hands which passed through them. Weirdly enough his erection curved to the left with a build of pre-cum.
With a hand still sliding against Daves body Old Sport grabbed at the aroused dick, pulling at it as he sat down comfortably. His own dick strained against his boxers, but his shirt did the job at covering that.
”Are you okay if I—”
”Old Sport do what ever the hell you want it’s not like we’re functioning organisms to actually feel agonizing sexual harm and frustration!”
Jack halted and looked at the other, dumbfounded by his not so sexy words.
”I guess you’re right.” He shrugged off the interruption as he dug his thumb down onto his urethra, causing Dave to prop up on his elbow and grab Old Sports shoulder.
“Those spring locks did somethin’ but you sure as hell doin’ more…” A low moan dragged out his mouth as Jack continued to nail at the tip of Daves genitalia. Closing the space from in between them Dave pushes himself closer to Old Sport, lightly humping at the clothed surface of his chest. The movement caused the other to loose their grip, digging a bit deeper to make Dave stay still.
Dave didn’t mind, even going as far as to drag Jack onto the table more. With the other now closer to him he dragged his tongue against his clean neck, tracing his sharp canines against the tangerine colored skin.
“Dave c’mon.” Old Sport nudged at the other to let loose of his flesh. Suddenly a strong pain sprung on his neck, causing him to grab at the locks of poofy hair the aubergine had out.
“Not right now…” He ruffled at the head of the culprit as he licked at the wound. He continued his trail of love bites downwards, blood smearing his purple lips. Sport’ disconnects the other from his neck as he kissed, causing a string of saliva to join the two for a few remaining seconds.
His eyes were dilated, looking at the one he obsessed for and wishing to give him more, but Jack was a bit annoyed. Reaching for a slice of pizza out the box he shoves it into Daves mouth, giving a rise to a gag.
“Feederism much?”
“Oh come on now you were the one hand feeding me…” Jack sighed as he leaned forward, kissing the indented grape cheeks of his co-worker.
Dave ate at the slice of pizza as Old Sport started to jerk him off. Pleasurable sounds were heard in orange ears, echoing throughout the dark living room.
After finishing the slice the purple guy stuck his fingers into the others mouth once again, having him lick his salted fingers clean.
”Y’know I can’ taste half the shi’ I eat.” Dave mentioned.
“Didn’t you eat ass in Vegas?”
Dave scoffed and murmered. “Those hoochies pro’bly taste’ like fuuh… fuckin’ tuna anyways!”
Old Sport held his companions shoulder, moving his wrist to slide against the obvious piercings beneath. Low moans were audible as this action was done. He’d press his own strained bulge against Daves exposed one chasing for his own high as he pleasured the other.
Jack was well experienced, and could tell that Dave enjoyed gentle touch, even if he couldn’t muster up and tell the other. His body seemed delicate and fragile, yet he held up a giddy-murderous persona. He removed his hands from Daves boney shoulder and traced his tummy.
He felt the other melt onto his own shoulder as he moved his hand to feel the structure of their v-line. Daves chest was wide but his abdomen contrasted to this, being much more slim from there and lower.
“You’re so thin…” Old sport held the other by the waist as he felt at the mass of his skin. His dick was similar to all his body parts practically: slender.
Jacks wide palm made a little cavern around Daves arousal, aside from the cum that spewed out every here and there.
“Did you— did you like the pizza?”
“Glad you remembered everything, pepperoni would’ve been good though.”
Abruptly, Dave stood from the table he resided on.
“How could I forget the Pepperoni Sportsy?” Dave lowered his boxers and pants even more, now revealing his thighs. “I have a substitution instead. Sausage.”
Dave laughed as he pulled at Jacks hair, leaving his other hand to dangle.
“I didn’t think you’d find dumpster meat appealin’ so I went towards the homemade— or well… more ‘natural’ route.”
Using the hand which pulled at ginger hair he slid it down to grab at Old Sports chin, titling it a bit.
”You wouldn’ seriously doubt me Sportsy, would you?”
Dave grabbed Sports’ chubby cheek, pulling on it as he slid his cum-ridden dick against the other. With sticky sperm dusting orange Dave began to rub against his face, hitting his tragus.
Jack grabbed at Daves grape-colored thigh, digging his nails into his flesh. He tampered with his black boxers as Dave pulled at his hair. Finally, he whipped out his dick and started fondling himself.
“ ‘n I thought I was Big Dick Davey, who do ya think you are? Long Shlong Orange Thong?”
“…”
They both decided to ignore that incompetent piece of a joke.
“Fuck—Sportsy you’re so good. So so good.” Sobs were released as Dave grabbed at the hand which was located at his thigh pressing it against his now idle penis. His own hand made it through the gaps of Jack’s.
”I love ya and you fuckingh ’ow it, I want you so bad… I want you to be mine so bad.”
His pace increased as his grasp tightened. Groans were heard under his scuffed voice as he soon released his compacted grip. Now Jack had his arm around his shaft which leaked heavy sperm.
At his own drawn out pace, he jerked Dave until the creamy white color streaked out and onto his face once more, ejaculating as well.
“ahhh” Dave sighed at release, dropping down to be on level with Old Sport. He pecked his stained cheeks and scuffled the messy head of hair which situated itself on his beloved.
Ripping his silly Fazbender’s shirt off, he wiped at the face of the tangerine, sperm still sticking from the shirt to Jacks face. There was a certain shine to his barbell piercings which shifted as he tucked himself away and zipped his pants up.
“Please Sportsy, just this once—”
”You can stay.” He cut the other short, holding his hand to stand and bring him along. Both their hands now sticky and tainted in semen they went to the kitchen which was a few feet away from where they got intimate.
Afterwards, they rested on the sofa, with orange spooning purple. Daves threw his red visor to the ground.
”Why are you movin’?” Mumbled the purple guy.
“Getting comfortable…”
“mmmm..” Daves breathing pace was slowed and steady.
You see, Jack had lied as he reached out for another slice of semen-pizza and taking big chomp out of it.
“This shit is so good…”