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Etho made it to Bdubs’ just as the sky was hinting at dusk. Disappointment was happily stabled next to Climb 10 for the evening, so he headed over to the small cottage in the middle of the plains. There was really no point in knocking at this point, so he simply let himself in.
A wave of good smells hit him as he shut the door behind himself. Etho had never seen Bdubs cook much before they started dating, but now that he had someone to feed nearly every evening, the guy had really thrown himself into it.
Not that Etho was complaining about being fed. It was much more interesting to eat what Bdubs came up with rather than golden carrots, even if they were efficient and filling.
“Etho? That you, sweetheart?” A voice called. Etho followed, wandering his way into the kitchen where Bdubs stood over the stove with a mixing bowl in hand. It didn’t seem too precarious at the moment, so he decided it would probably be fine if he ghosted his hands along his partner’s sides, gently leaning into him from behind.
“Nice try.” Bdubs scoffed as Etho slid his arms around his torso and held him. “You ain’t sneakin’ up on me tonight, not on my watch.”
Despite his complaints, the smaller man turned his head and held himself up on his toes to kiss Etho’s masked cheek. There was something sharp on his breath.
“Hi.” Bdubs added indulgently, smiling up at him in a way that made something warm twist up in chest.
“Hey.” Etho replied as Bdubs turned back to what he was doing, starting to pour from the mixing bowl into a pan. He quietly noted the glass full of ice and something dark sitting on the counter. “Do you want any help?”
“No, no, no, you relax.” He always had to ask, and nine times out of ten Bdubs would shoot him down. “I’m almost done, just gotta put this in the oven.”
“Is it a good idea to be using hot ovens while you’re drinking?” Etho asked, his fingers absently slipping underneath his shirt and feeling for Bdubs’ hip bones.
He earned himself a scoff. “Not all of us get toasted if we so much as sniff a drink, Etho-”
“Hey.” Etho complained halfheartedly.
“-and I’m only on my second glass, so I’m sorry to say you won’t be performing any emergency first-aid or mercy killings tonight. We’re firmly in tipsy-territory.” Bdubs told him, nudging Etho back with a gentle elbow. “Shoo now, give me some space to work.”
Etho took a few steps back and stuck his hands in his pockets, watching as Bdubs grabbed a pair of patchily hand-crafted pot holders (”Pungence.” Bdubs had told him solemnly one day, after burning his hand through a hole on the side) and stuck his dish into the oven.
From there, he picked up his glass and took a drink, looking over to catch Etho’s eye with a smile before he walked a few steps to a new couch he’d put in the small space.
“ We-ll ,” As Bdubs lowered himself down to the couch he sighed, loud, like a man who wanted you to know he’d had a long day. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been on my feet for hours .”
“I’ve been sitting mostly-”
“Y’mean hunching?” Bdubs interrupted, earning himself an unimpressed look.
“-working on Frogger. Speaking of..” Before he settled down for the night, Etho moved to one of Bdubs’ cold chests to start picking through the contents.
“You lookin’ for somethin’, sweetheart?” Bdubs asked, glass perched between his fingers. His drawling accent was more pronounced, something that often happened whenever Etho watched him drink.
“I need to borrow some eggs for some chickens.” He explained, uncaring about little things like asking permission, “But I don’t want to forget if I wait ‘til tomorrow. I’ve got a- a frogger idea, and I doubt it’ll pan out, but-“
“Look at you and your big brain, still workin’ away.” Bdubs teased, settling an elbow on the armrest and his chin in his palm. His eyes were warm and dark in the dim light provided by the lamps. “You can get some later, they’re in the basement storage.”
“What? Why?” Etho asked, amused at his sorting habits. “You have to climb down and up another ladder every time you want to make eggs for breakfast?”
“Oh- oh, so you come into my house, eat my lovingly made food,” Bdubs immediately started saying, clearly working himself up for the joke, and Etho was already laughing. “I even let you sleep in my bed , and you’re complainin’ about where I keep eggs of all things. The nerve’a this guy-”
“I’m just saying, the rest of your food stuff is in here-”
“They’re a mob drop,” Bdubs said defensively, causing Etho to laugh again.
“Ungrateful.” He continued, “But we’re getting way off topic. I’ll send you home with all the eggs you can carry tomorrow .”
“Well, I mean, I might as well just-“
“No, no, no. Later, Etho.” Etho’s ear twitched as Bdubs’ voice lowered. “Come on, cutie-pie. Relax. Take a load off.”
Still, his mind was drawn to completing the task at hand before he shut it off for the night. “But I could just do it right now—“
“You could,” Etho trailed off at the interruption. He caught the suggestiveness in Bdubs’ eye, and watched how he looked him up and down as he said, “Bu-ut if you waited, right now could be so much more interesting.”
“Oh.” Etho cleared his throat awkwardly, like he often did when he was stumbling one step behind the mood Bdubs was trying to set. He wasn’t too far behind, however, feeling hotter in his jacket as his boyfriend watched him with interest.
“Oh,” Bdubs parroted, smiling at him like he knew something Etho didn’t.
“What- what did you have in mind?” Etho asked, his tail twitching behind himself in anticipation.
“Mm, well,” Bdubs knocked back the rest of his drink and set the glass down, relaxing against the couch and adjusting his legs open in an inviting manner. His voice dipped into something low and rich as he said, “First things first; come take a seat, sweetie.”
It felt like a trap, Bdubs’ warm and confident expression trying to lure him in with the slight curve to his mouth. They stared at each other for a moment as Etho debated how obedient he felt like being. As long as Bdubs kept talking to him like that , like he was a predator watching prey despite how he lounged on the couch patiently- well, maybe he could stand to be bossed around a little in that voice.
“ Tha-at ’ s it.” His partner encouraged as he moved closer, patting one of his thighs.
Any eye contact between them was fleeting now as Etho, face tinted red beneath the mask, braced a hand on the arm of the couch and gently lowered himself into Bdubs’ lap. He sat at an angle, his long legs draping over one of Bdubs’ thighs.
Two hands immediately went to his hip and thigh respectively, guiding him an extra inch or two closer. One of Etho’s arms tentatively settled around Bdubs’ neck.
“Hey there, sexy guy.” Bdubs said, looking up at him with half of a grin, “You come here often?”
“What can I say?” Etho let out an amused puff of breath, his eyes crinkling. “Best seat in the house.”
“Damn right it is.” One of Bdubs’ hands patted him on the hip before it slid down his thigh, fingers pressing against him with interest. “C’mere, you.”
His spare hand reached up to tug Etho's mask down, then slid to the back of his head to pull him in for a kiss that tasted like fruit and some kind of alcohol he couldn’t place. It was a softer kiss at first, gentle, but quickly turned into something hot and slick.
Bdubs’ hands started roaming Etho’s body while he bit and sucked at his lip. He pulled the zipper on his vest down, unbuttoned his jacket, and then took two firm squeezes of his breasts before he pushed the outer layers off of him and left him in a tank top. From there he was kneading and grabbing at whatever he could reach. The way he felt him up - his thighs, his hips, and then taking handfuls of his ass and his chest - it was possessive, dirty, much more so than the way Bdubs usually did things. Etho’s tail swished back and forth over Bdubs’ thighs and the couch as he grew more flustered, heat starting to stir inside him.
They parted, both taking a moment to breathe. Bdubs started nosing along his neck and collarbone with a grin. “Pretty boy,” He mumbled in that sleazy, low voice, tilting his head and looking at him through his lashes, causing him to shiver. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“I-is, ah, is that an actual question?” Etho asked, trying and failing to keep his voice steady.
“Mm, not really.” Bdubs smiled up at him, looking the slightest bit snug, “See, I think I know exactly what you need.”
Etho opened his mouth to say something contrary, but Bdubs chose that moment to tweak his nipple and it turned into a hitched noise.
“Aw,” Bdubs rolled the bud underneath his fingers before his hand slipped down, both tugging at Etho so that he was higher up on his lap. Now he could feel the firm tent in his partner’s jeans pressing up against him, and Bdubs’ dark eyes were watching him intently for his reaction.
Unintentionally, Etho made a small sound in the back of his throat, his own eyes sliding down and away as his face heated up.
“Hey, don’t feel shy, baby.” Bdubs told him with a smile and a squeeze, “Or do. You’re real cute when you get shy, y’know.”
“I’m n- mm,” Again, he tried to speak up, but those broad, rough hands that he liked so much distracted him and caused him to trail off so he could focus.
One had moved so that he could curl an arm around Etho, hand settling on his hip. The other drifted towards his front, brushing his fingers down his chest and along the front of his pants. At this point, even the slightest pressure was more than welcome and immediately took up his attention. Knuckles lightly ran up and down the fabric at his crotch.
Etho slowly exhaled a breath. He glanced down and watched with anticipation as fingers moved teasingly along the hem of his pants. It earned Bdubs a hard thump of his tail against the couch, silently urging him to get on with it .
Thankfully, denial didn’t seem to be the name of the game tonight. Those fingers finally dipped down underneath his pants and boxers, ghosting over where he was sensitive and brushing against his folds.
They slipped even further and he took a sharp breath as they traced around his hole, anticipating pleasure, but to his disappointment they trailed back up and around where he wanted them. He let out a frustrated noise, leaning further into Bdubs’ chest and shifting around for any sort of friction.
“Oh, look at you.” Bdubs mumbled, causing Etho to look up and to the side to make flustered eye contact. His partner chose that moment to slide his finger inside him, just half way, and he seemed encouraged at the way Etho’s eyelids fluttered. “Gorgeous.” It moved out but traced around his entrance with firmer pressure.
“Boo.” Etho complained quietly, his voice tight.
“Somethin’ wrong, baby?” Bdubs replied, leaning forward to start kissing at his neck while his rough, calloused fingertips traced patterns up and down but never exactly where Etho wanted them.
“I- okay, are you trying to get back at me for something?” Etho asked irritably, though it came out more whiny than he wanted it to. Something about the way Bdubs was speaking to him, grabbing him, taking what he wanted- it was getting him more pent up than he usually was at this point. He tried to move his hips along with some of the strokes so that he might generate some friction, but no such luck.
“Patience is a virtue, sweetheart,” Bdubs told him dismissively, echoing words Etho often said to him when he was the one drawing things out in the bedroom. So, yes, he was being a bit petty with all his teasing. “Maybe if you ask nicely for what you want...”
“Hmm.” Etho’s brow furrowed, hips twitching as Bdubs circled his clit maddeningly, never close enough. Wet heat moved along his neck and shoulder as Bdubs introduced his tongue and teeth, sucking and gently biting. It made it even harder to think of putting syllables together and speaking coherently. “Mm- fingers?”
“Fingers doing what..?” Bdubs asked, his breath ghosting along the wetness on Etho’s neck and making him shudder.
“In—inside. Or- touch me, touch-“ His voice grew a hint more pathetic. While Bdubs found it sexy to try and make him talk, the very last thing he wanted to do when he got hot and bothered was try to organize his thoughts into words.
“A little more specific?”
Etho made a frustrated noise. Bdubs kissed his cheek.
“Just one more word?” He urged.
“..Please?” Etho looked back at him and watched the way something in Bdubs melted.
“Of course.” Bdubs breathed, his pupils wide. Suddenly, he didn’t seem quite so suave and in control. “Whatever you need, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.”
Finally, he pressed a finger in and out slowly, again and again. Etho went all but completely slack in his arms. Finding it an easy fit already, Bdubs pulled back and added a second, Etho flexing around them with a pleased sigh. “I’ll give it to you so good, baby, yeah , just like this- mm, you’re so wet already-”
Bdubs made good on his word, going gingerly at first but quickly building up into a pattern. Calloused fingers rubbed circles into his clit and then dipped down to slide into him a few times. Etho’s hips rocked forward to meet him as best he could, his breaths quickening.
“I-I want, I,” Cutting himself off, Etho finished the sentence by sticking his hands down to start fumbling with his belt. Bdubs wasn’t much help, but he did support Etho with his unoccupied hand when he wiggled his hips out of his pants and boxers and could awkwardly kick them off his legs.
“Comfy?” Bdubs asked, his hips shifting minutely beneath Etho for some friction of his own as his fingers went back to his boyfriend’s cunt and sank in, curling in a way that had him gasping, “Look at you, sprawled out like this, so ready to take it-”
Now that he had more space to work, Bdubs could pull out further and force his way back in harder, and it was perfection. Etho’s legs fell open even wider, turning so his back was fully pressed into Bdubs’ chest while he rocked his hips and tried to breathe. He was making small noises of pleasure in his throat that he knew he’d be embarrassed about later. Right now, however, Etho was too preoccupied to care.
“Is that good?” Bdubs asked in that low voice that was driving him crazy. His unoccupied hand drifted up to one of his breasts over his shirt and pinched at his nipple. Etho squirmed, unintentionally grinding down against Bdubs’ dick in his jeans, and his partner’s voice dropped even lower, hand moving to slide up under his shirt and grab . “ Mm , you like that, baby? Hm?”
“Mm- mhm,” His head fell back against Bdubs’ shoulder, mouth falling open as the pattern shifted and the emphasis was on pistoning his fingers in and out. Wet noises mixed with the sound of his panting and moaning. It sounded obscenely loud in the small house, but at this point, he couldn’t care less. “Ah, ah-“
“That’s it.” Bdubs murmured hotly as he came apart, tension building in Etho and his hips moving on their own volition, “Just like that, so good for me-”
“Ah, hah ,” His tail moved restlessly at his side, back arching as he sought out something to push him over the edge of this heat. “Bdubs,” He gasped, grabbing at his bicep, “ more,”
“Anything, anything you want.” Bdubs told him, something a little frantic in his voice as he worked faster, “I’ll do anything , Etho,” The hand that wasn’t roughly fucking him moved to rub at his clit. He barely did any work at all before Etho’s hips jerked unsteadily, an orgasm crashing into him with a hoarse cry.
Bdubs slowed his pace but kept moving his fingers as Etho’s hips stuttered. “There you go,” He told him quietly, drawing out small noises and shuddering breaths while he coaxed him through the aftershocks. “That’s it, good, perfect, you’re perfect.”
After a few long, blissful moments, Etho went slack against his chest. Bdubs gently slid his fingers out and cleaned them off on his jeans so that he could wrap both his arms around Etho in a hug while he caught his breath.
His hand gently slid up and down Bdubs’ forearm as he took his time tuning back into his surroundings.
“I am so unbelievably horny right now.” Bdubs mumbled into Etho’s shoulder. Etho let out a small, breathy laugh. Then he rocked his hips back just to hear the hitch in Bdubs’ breath.
“..You know, Bdubs,” He said thoughtfully, his voice quiet, “I think I know exactly what you need.”
“Oh- oh, you ,” Despite the grumbling, Bdubs didn’t seem too bothered as Etho turned himself around in Bdubs’ lap, bracing his knees on either side of him on the couch and adjusting so that he could reach a hand down and unzip his jeans.
As soon as he could, Bdubs craned his neck up to start kissing him, grabbing him by the shirt to pull him in closer. He moaned into Etho’s mouth as he reached in and palmed his dick through his boxers, feeling the damp fabric the head pressed into.
“Don’t you dare play hard to get right now,” Bdubs warned him in between kisses, trying to stay stern but unable to keep a slight whine out of it. To his credit, he’d had a whining, squirming Etho in his lap for quite some time.
Etho nipped at his lip before he pulled him out of his boxers fully, glancing down at the thick, warm cock in his hand and then back up with a knowing quirk to his eyebrow. “You wouldn’t last.” He told him, then put his mouth back on the other’s before he could retort.
Instead, Bdubs made a frustrated sound that turned into a low groan as Etho’s palm slid roughly along the head and down the shaft. He kissed him hungrily, mixing tongues with teeth and rolling his hips up as Etho repeated the motion.
“Mm, mm , yeah,” Bdubs panted into his mouth when Etho added a twist of his wrist at the head, kissing him again and again as his noises slowly grew in pitch. “Just like that, that, yeah, Etho-”
His hips rocked unsteadily, unable to keep up any kind of rhythm as Etho sped up and he got desperate. Their foreheads pressed together instead of trying to keep their mouths together, and Etho watched through hooded eyes as Bdubs’ face screwed up and his mouth parted on a drawn out, desperate whine. He jerked his hips forward, stuttering into his grip as he came all over Etho’s hand and shirt.
Etho continued working his softening dick through it until Bdubs let out another much pitchier sound, this time closer to discomfort. After that, there was nothing left to do but shift forward so that he could wrap an arm around his boyfriend and tug his head into the space underneath his chin.
“..y’just had to one-up me, mm?” Bdubs grumbled half-heartedly, nuzzling his face into Etho’s shoulder as he reciprocated the hug.
“I could’ve just left you like that.” Etho pointed out, earning himself an annoyed sound that said ‘ I really don’t want to argue with you in this afterglow right now, even if I started it ’. So for once, he decided to be nice and just let Bdubs pull himself together in comfortable silence. The hand that wasn’t covered in drying cum lifted up to slide through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way he knew Bdubs liked.
“At one point or another, I was in control of this whole scene.” Bdubs mumbled into his neck, “You always leave me wondering what the heck happened.”
“It’s my magical handjob abilities.” Etho told him very seriously, earning a snort and a gentle bonk from Bdubs’ forehead.
“I think I’ve created a monster.” He grumbled, “Ged’off so I can go change my pants.”
“You have to let go of me first.” Etho pointed out.
“You first.” Bdubs retorted. But when Etho did what he asked, starting to lean back, he whined. “Two more minutes?”
Etho laughed gently, letting Bdubs pull him back in.