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Sinclair had been fantasizing. That was unsurprising once one remembers Sinclair was a young lad, only in his early 20s with a whole treacherous life ahead of him in the City. Sure, he’d grown up real fast with the smell of death lingering in his lungs during his younger years, but he still had a lot to learn. The other Sinners, all being older than him, led to a lot of stories he could never even conjure up in his wildest dreams going through one ear and out the other- though the stories of the Smoke War from the thirteenth Sinner tended to catch his eye. Or, his ears, maybe.
Subconsciously, Sinclair listened closely to Gregor’s stories. They were harrowing and hard to listen to without cringing, but lending an ear to the Sinner seemed to mean a lot to him. Gregor’s voice was smooth as he spoke, even with a choked-up strain on his throat; it caressed Sinclair’s cochleae sweetly in a way that scratched at his brain, much like the feeling of being caressed like an animal. The sadness in the older man’s voice touched his heart with each horrible word, gripping his chest tight. Sinclair couldn’t help but think about those horrific memories for the rest of the night after he’d been told them, but despite the traumatic nature of the thoughts, Sinclair seemed… Distracted. He couldn’t help but hyper-focus on the bobbing of Gregor’s throat when he spoke, or the nice vibrations in his voice. Sinclair recognized how the older man’s voice deepened with sorrow when he spoke of his past, and for some Wings-forsaken-reason that was all he could focus on. His past of war and now being a veteran made him seem much older, wiser even. That seemed to stick well with Sinclair, alongside the ruggedness of his appearance, which he became quite fond of over time. Most everyone else on the bus was clean-shaven, but Gregor had hair on his body… Sinclair liked that, too.
Shamefully, Sinclair found that Gregor’s appearance would come to mind when he lay down at night. Usually, passing thoughts of his family that not even counting sheep could get rid of would torment him at night- or thoughts of Demian. But no, for now… It was that smooth voice, the kind older man on the bus. His coworker. It seemed as if the veteran’s voice lulled him to sleep. It was comforting at best, and a bit concerning at worst.
–
Bloodied footsteps pooled onto the Mephistopheles as per usual after a long workday, the scent of rot and death long-becoming the norm and nothing to gag over. Sinclair’s sweat mixed with blood that belonged to someone, but it’s impossible to remember if it’s his own or a stranger’s. Other Sinners chatted loudly behind him with only some words coming through, while others were already sitting peacefully on the bus. Gregor happened to be one of those few sitting Sinners, though one can imagine he was feeling far from peaceful. The sunkenness of his eyes spoke louder than words, alongside the telltale frown on his face. He sat with his human arm upon the bus’s railing, a cigarette butt weakly dying between his calloused fingers. The reflected dystopia of the City repeated itself in the lenses of Gregor’s glasses as he sighed.
For some reason that not even Sinclair knew, the blond Sinner decided to walk over and sit next to the man awkwardly, his halberd resting between his thighs. Gregor spared the boy a glance and a weak smile,
“Want a cig?” He chuckled deep in his throat, the question seeming somewhat mindless as it flowed out of his mouth without a thought.
“Ah… No, danke.” Sinclair shook his head with a flush on his cheeks. Gregor nodded gently before withdrawing a lighter from his bloodstained pocket and lighting another cigarette. He had turned his head away from Sinclair to take a deep drag, which Sinclair both appreciated and was a bit saddened by. The Demian on his shoulder was telling him he wanted the man to blow smoke into his face. For why? He did not know.
The Mephistopheles’s doors had finally shut, and the bus was on the move. As he felt the vibrations of the bus’s movements under his feet, Sinclair decided that he was basically stuck there now. Awkwardly sitting next to Gregor, who was almost definitely feeling just as awkward as he was. Sinclair couldn’t help but notice the redness of Gregor’s ears at that moment, which could mean nothing, he told himself.
Gregor, on the other hand, felt the blond’s eyes burn through the back of his head. He didn’t want to impose, but Sinclair probably felt similarly, which is why he was staring at him. Right? Surely. Yeah. The veteran simply rubbed his temple with his smoking hand, the scent of the cigarette flowing upward into the air. Not that anyone minded, of course. Cigarette burning was nothing new on the bus. Gregor’s insectoid arm rested without a care upon the older man’s lap, which caught the eye of the blond. Gregor felt the boy’s golden eyes examine his body even while he wasn’t looking; it was so strong he almost felt as if he were being caressed from the neck down. He shuddered at the thought… It had been a while since he felt the touch of another person in such a gentle way. His memories were filled only with being battered and bruised. No softness or gentleness was ever spared for vermin.
Then, out of the smoke came a question, “Can I touch it?” Sinclair spoke quietly, “Your arm, I mean… N-no worries if not, I hope that doesn’t offend you-”
“This nasty thing…? Really?” Gregor lamented. A trail of smoke followed his lips with the turn of his head to face the boy, “As long as you won’t use it against me later… Keep your disgust to yourself.” There was a shyness in his eyes, one laced with grief and self-loathing. Sinclair knew very well how much Gregor despised the chitin-covered parts of himself and how his body was molded into nothing more than a weapon for war. He knew this, and he knew it well.
“I’m not disgusted! It’s not disgusting…” Sinclair hushes himself quickly before slowly reaching out a gloved hand to caress the rough chitin arm that sprouted from Gregor’s elbow. Gregor winced at the touch, which made him stop. “Sorry… I’ll stop if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t want to intrude-”
“Just get on with it, yeah?” Gregor’s face was flushed. The way his hair stood up reminded Sinclair of a roach’s antennae, but he would never say that to his face. Gregor’s weaponized arm pushed onto Sinclair’s lap instead of Gregor’s, almost invitingly, reminiscent of a dog asking to be pet with a wagging tail. Of course, the blond obliged.
This time, Sinclair peeled off his glove to feel the texture against his sensitive skin. It reminded him almost of wood from a tree, the grooves stimulating against his palm as he gently stroked it. His eyes darted from where his fingers connected with chitin to the fogged-up glasses that hid Gregor’s deepened expression. He was grinding a cigarette between his canine teeth, biting back sounds that Sinclair could really only imagine. The way Gregor’s face contorted with a mix of pleasure and discomfort just from being gently stroked made Sinclair excited. Wrinkles scrunched up, and he exhaled weakly into the bus’s busy atmosphere. It almost made both men forget they were not only on the clock, but also in a bus with 13 other people just around them.
“Gah… Bud.” Gregor grumbled under his breath, “Could we take this somewhere else? It’s gettin’ hot under my collar n’ all…” He refused to look the younger boy in the eye, who was still caressing the spines on the ridge of his arm. Thin fingers danced between the grooves of each spine that rose from the side, wrapping around them and almost playing with them at times.
Sinclair had originally planned to take a quick look, hoping Gregor would maybe explain some lore to him, but instead, he was reminded of how sexy that old man was. He reveled in the gruff in Gregor’s flushed voice and the way his throat bobbed. Sinclair couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably against the growing hard-on in his pants. Just looking at Gregor like this, and touching him in a way that made the older man so hot in the face… He needed him… In a lot of ways. So, he nodded at Gregor’s request, and the men excused themselves with awkward shuffling against their mutually tented pants.
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The Backdoor was always a strange place. The Sinners’ rooms were all manifestations of their headspaces, which could always lead to some weird phenomena happening here and there. So it was no surprise that Gregor opened the door to his own room to find it hotter than usual. Or maybe that was just his blood pressure talking? Regardless, he and Sinclair made their way into his physical headspace without looking behind them, shutting the door. Gregor leaned against it, wiping sweat from his brow.
“You’re really somethin’, bud.” Gregor chuckled as he flicked his long-gone cigarette onto the cement floor. His mind was hazy, and it was rather embarrassing for him to admit how it was all because of his coworker touching his verminous arm. He glanced down at it with a scowl.
“Heh… So are you.” Sinclair seemed to come out of his shell now that the two were alone. The boy stepped forward to press himself chest-to-chest up against the older man, his thin lips just centimeters away from chapped, scarred ones. With his bare hand, Sinclair grabbed Gregor by the tie and stood as tall as he could to be fully face-to-face with the veteran. “Gregor…”
“Eh?” Gregor furrowed his brow, “I dunno what you’re talking about.” He wasn’t trying to be sarcastic. To him, nothing was appealing to a roach-armed guy with disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes. Nothing was appealing about him. Ungeziefer. Regardless, he snaked his human arm up behind Sinclair, pressing their bodies impossibly closer together. In this position, Sinclair could truly admire the Sinner’s face. Instead of his usual gloomy look mixed with his little mentions of his past, it was laced with a haziness and a flush that was… Cute. He felt his cock throb in his pants from simply looking at him. His rough appearance and his personality were appealing to a younger man like Sinclair. Gregor had a lot of things on his shoulders that he could share with someone like him. It was visible just by looking at him, and something about that turned Sinclair on.
The blond placed little pecks upon the stubble on his chin, enjoying the rough sensation that tickled his lips. He used his gloved hand to rotate Gregor’s face to grant him more ground to kiss on. Gregor whined at the touches, but he leaned gently into them. Sinclair’s pecks turned into open-mouthed kisses on his throat, his hand beginning to explore Gregor’s torso freely as he sucked and licked at his rough skin. Little grunts and moans vibrated against Sinclair’s lips through Gregor’s throat, much to his delight. The hand he used to explore Gregor began to slowly unbutton his LCB uniform with haste, revealing thin but plentiful amounts of body hair beneath it.
Sinclair’s cock throbbed with heat boiling up in his belly at the sight of Gregor’s chest. It was marked with lore of scars and covered in brown hair that curled nicely from between soft pecs. He watched it waterfall down his torso with each button coming undone until the shirt hung from gravity’s pull. Gregor’s diaphragm rose and fell rhythmically whilst Sinclair admired each little cut and gash that was permanently marked across his strong body. Fingers made their way through his chest hair and across a pec, stopping once he reached a nipple.
“Gregor… Has anyone told you how… Sexy, you are?” Sinclair panted out, heat beginning to take over any coherent thought that would’ve once made him swallow those words and drag them to the deepest parts of hell.
Gregor was shocked by the forwardness, “Hah… That’s an out-of-character thing for someone like you to say… Usually so shy… Feeling demanding now?” He tried to play along, act ‘sexy’ as Sinclair put it. The man felt awkward, but it seemed to work on the boy anyway, judging from the shudder that ran through him. Sinclair’s eyes met fogged-up glasses again before he leaned in for a kiss on Gregor’s lips, which the older man reciprocated.
It was a messy kiss. Clashes of tongues and teeth rivaling the ones seen on the battlefield, though this one didn’t seem to have a final victor just yet. Sinclair was sloppy and unfamiliar with it, but his desperation was hard to beat. His hands remained taut on Gregor’s plump chest while Gregor pushed the two even closer together, their cocks rubbing against each other through company-mandated fabric.
The way Gregor’s jaw gyrated was strange, opening up wider than one would expect. Sinclair couldn’t help but notice what felt like sticks driving into his mouth and rubbing at his tongue. Quickly, and concernedly, he pulled away. Once he opened his eyes, he came face-to-face with Gregor’s wide-open mouth.
“Gah… Sorry, bud.” Gregor was ashamed, roach-like appendages poking out between his lips. He hid his face in disgust while he retracted the palps back into his mouth. The man began to cover his exposed flesh before he was stopped by Sinclair.
“N-No, it’s okay! I was just shocked… I wasn’t expecting that feeling was all…” Sinclair smiled sheepishly, “I quite liked it, actually, but… I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I got too ahead of myself, haha…” He trailed off with both his eyes and his mouth, both roaming to different sides of the room. After an extremely awkward silence, the boy glanced back up at Gregor with a smile, “Let’s get a little more comfortable with each other?” He motioned toward Gregor’s bed.
Silently, the man nodded, a look of sorrow still on his face. Sinclair reassured him with a smile as he sat down on the shockingly soft bed. The mattress cushioned him caringly as Gregor stepped forth, meeting Sinclair nearly knee-to-knee. Gregor allowed Sinclair’s deft hands to guide him forward onto the bed, pulling him on top of Sinclair and allowing his body weight to drag both men down. Though he wasn’t much taller, Gregor had a lot more body mass than Sinclair, which gravity pressed down onto the blond. Body heat rose the room’s temperature to what felt like the thousands with ease as the space between the two men was full of skin and bone rather than oxygen. The air the men breathed was that of each other’s, their bodies coming together and seemingly forming just one person.
“You sure I’m not crushin’ you there, bud?” Gregor wiped more sweat from his forehead before readjusting his tilted glasses, “I’m heavier than I look.” Sinclair only responded with a kiss on his lips, his hands shifting to untie Gregor’s company tie before placing it on the bed beside them both.
The blond knew he was feeling claustrophobic, but he didn’t want to leave where he was in the slightest. For a middle-aged man, Gregor was… Really cute.
“Gregor…” Sinclair whined for the second time of the evening, “Can I see… Your mouth, again?” Thin, bare fingers made their way up to Gregor’s scarred lips, a thumb poking between them as if asking for entry. Gregor felt a bit reluctant, but obliged slowly as he allowed Sinclair’s fingers to spread his mouth wide. As his jaw spread open, small limb-like appendages made their appearance once more. Gregor had the mandibles and palps of a cockroach.
Hot. Everything about Gregor was just so hot. Sinclair’s cock very noticeably throbbed against Gregor’s crotch as he made eye contact with the man’s little appendages.
Sinclair swallowed, “Please.”
“Eh…?”
The next moments for Gregor were blurry, heat rushing through his body as he was gripped with a force he didn’t expect from Sinclair. His lips were brought back up against the younger man’s with a primal need that took over the usually timid boy. This time, however, Sinclair did not pull away from the feeling of his palps caressing his tongue. In fact, he seemed to really like it. Longer, thicker maxillary palps made their way deeper and deeper into Sinclair’s mouth as their tongues swirled messily and their teeth bumped into each other. Sinclair reciprocated Gregor’s enthusiastic jaws with some harsh sucks upon the older man’s tongue, which made him vibrate a deep groan down his throat: guttural moans and the wet sounds of lips intertwining filled the room. Sheets were gripped and clothes were slithered off as Gregor’s mandibles pushed forward, clamping down onto Sinclair’s tongue before sliding his maxillaries down the boy’s throat.
“Hngnk…!!” Sinclair felt his eyes roll back in his head at the violation of his throat, and he was ecstatic. The way Gregor’s jaws were moving felt like he was getting his face fucked. It was better than he could’ve imagined. He gagged and choked on the small limbs in his mouth, but that sick part of him in the back of his mind loved every second.
Unbeknownst to Sinclair, Gregor felt quite similar. The way Sinclair’s throat contracted around his feelers drove him crazy. In fact, he never really considered how sensitive they would be when used for purposes other than eating…
Finally, they pulled away with a popping sound as Gregor’s mandibles shifted backward into his own mouth and his palps retracted. Large amounts of saliva connected the two in strings before those broke apart as well, leaving the men only with hot, breathy air between them. Every breath they took rubbed their cocks against each other ever-so-slightly, running shudders through spines as if it were winter.
Coats, shirts, and ties were long gone by then. Two men lay only in their pants upon a tidy bed, Sinclair trapped beneath a large body and between a claw and a hand. Blond hair splayed out underneath him as the two men admired each other in heated silence. Breaths were exchanged like their saliva had been, neither moving a muscle.
Sinclair was the one to break the silence, “Gregor, could you sit up for a moment…? I have an idea.” His words came out sputtered, on par with a redness in his face that rivaled the color of Dante’s uniform. As Gregor’s body lifted itself from atop Sinclair’s, the blond finally felt like he could breathe again. “Phew…”
Gregor was practically straddling the boy now, both of them able to ogle at each other’s bodies in full. Sinclair’s porcelain, hairless skin and lean body contrasted with that of Gregor’s roughened flesh and wide, hairy build. They stared at each other with an awkward silence before it was made even more uncomfortable by Sinclair’s unskilled shuffling below Gregor. He shifted his body around before ending up on all fours in front of the older Sinner, presenting himself to him. He turned his head back to face Gregor, who was tracing the curve of his back with his eyes.
He clicked his tongue, “Gah… Wow.” Gregor seemed to be in disbelief, “Been a while since I’ve been… Intimate like this, hah.” His human hand reached out to caress Sinclair’s still-clothed bottom, rubbing circles into the soft flesh with his thumb.
Something about Gregor having experience in the sexual field as well seemed to flip another switch within Sinclair. Something about Gregor’s older age was… So, so sexy. “Y-yeah?” Sinclair smiled widely, unable to keep his composure. The older man chuckled in response and patted his butt lightly before sliding Sinclair’s pants down to his knees, allowing himself a nearly full view of his ass. Sinclair couldn’t help but wiggle backward against Gregor’s crotch in that position, which earned both men a mutual groan. “Come on… I need you…” Sinclair whined into Gregor's pillow- one that smelled so strongly of the other man. Every inhale smelled like him. He was getting needy, all for his friend. His coworker. A man with many years on him.
“Phew… You’re gonna get me in trouble if you say stuff like that, bud.” Gregor’s body shuddered as he spoke. Sinclair only pressed back against him again, this time pushing Gregor’s bulge right between his clothed cheeks- up against his hole through thin fabric. His cock jumped at the sensation excitedly, impatiently. Gregor only clicked his tongue again.
Taking matters into his own hands, Sinclair reached behind himself to slide his boxers down to reveal his hole and finally release his cock from its confines. He groaned at the freedom his private body now felt, allowing himself to be completely bare in front of another man.
Gregor audibly swallowed at the sight of Sinclair’s pretty, pink hole. His perineum was smooth and clean/shaven, with small balls hanging below. Sinclair’s cock throbbed wildly, drooling precum onto the sheets below as Gregor examined the boy’s cute butt with his eyes. “Wings…” Gregor rubbed the bridge of his nose and adjusted his glasses in utter disbelief at the fact that that was really happening.
Sinclair perked up at the sound of a belt jingling behind him, Gregor sliding the leather out of its loops and yanking his pants down. He spent no time pulling his cock out of his precum-stained underwear either, allowing it to slap lightly between Sinclair’s asscheeks. It was hard for him to see from the angle the blond had, though he could feel the heat emanating from Gregor’s thick cock. It wasn’t huge, which he was thankful for, for the sake of his ass, but it had a nice girth. Sinclair felt his hole twitch in excitement.
Suddenly, Sinclair felt Gregor lean over him, encompassing his back entirely as the other man reached for a drawer that coincidentally had lube in it. That headspace part of EGO comes in handy.
The friction of Gregor’s belly against his spine made Sinclair’s body quiver again, sweat peeling the older man off of him as he readjusted to his previous, kneeling position.
Then, there was a pause.
“Ehhm…” Gregor thought out loud, but didn’t actually say anything. He simply looked at the bottle in his hand and the massive claw that overtook his other one. Thoughts cycled endlessly about how he could open and apply the lubricant, though it was difficult for him to find one that wouldn’t be a tedious cleanup for later. He considered putting the lubricant on his claw, but grimaced at the thought of inserting something so sharp into that poor boy’s butt. “Uhh… Could you help me out a little…?” Gregor gestured the bottle toward Sinclair, who sat up to grab and unscrew it with ease. The quiet sounds of fingers touching plastic and sheets ruffling under Sinclair made Gregor extremely embarrassed.
“Here.” Sinclair handed the bottle back to Gregor, who muttered a “thank you” under his breath. Still struggling a bit with the process, Gregor decided to pour the cold liquid directly onto Sinclair’s little hole, which made the boy flinch. Silently, thick fingers swirled the lube around the tight muscles, a cooling sensation contrasting the heat of Sinclair’s body. He braced himself as Gregor’s middle finger pushed in.
“Gahh… You’re gonna want to loosen up if you want this to work, bud.” Gregor sighed with a little push of his finger deeper inside. Heat enveloped the very tip of his finger as if Sinclair’s hole was holding on to dear life and his finger was his only savior. Sinclair winced and groaned with every little movement, reaching deeper into his ass, trying to relax as best as possible- Though he seemed impatient.
Sinclair whined, “Another finger… Please?” It was a pathetic display, but this was a bedroom, not a battlefield.
“Tch, already? You’re really tight, you know…” Regardless of his hesitancy, Gregor added his index to the mix. Both fingers stretched Sinclair open, lube coating the digits to allow for a slide, though Sinclair’s ass seemed to be rather untrained. Gregor remained gentle with him, purposefully trying not to graze the blond’s prostate too hard. He began a slow and steady pace with his fingers, trying not to go too deep all at once to allow Sinclair’s body time to adjust. In response, the other Sinner ground his hips back against the thick fingers inside of him until Gregor’s knuckles were making contact with his perineum. “You’re sucking me in like a leech, bud.”
“Hahh… More, Gregor… More,” Sweat pooled from Sinclair’s pores. “I need it. Now.” He begged, wiggling and grinding his ass down onto the older man’s fingers.
Gregor’s cock throbbed at that, “Jeez… You’re this tight and this needy?” Is this his first time? He’s really horny for a virgin… His mind trailed off as his fingers’ pace quickened. That sated Sinclair for now…
Eventually, Gregor added a third finger. He was aware his dick wasn’t huge, but Sinclair was tight, and he wanted to be gentle with the poor boy. Although the boy seemed to have a different idea.
“Fuck me, Gregor. Please.” Sinclair had buried his face deep into Gregor’s pillow with shame as he begged, cock twitching while he did so. A mumbled “Wings…” from behind him hit his ears.
With an exhale and a lack of self-confidence, Gregor removed his fingers from Sinclair’s ass and placed them around his cock. Feeling like there was not enough lube like this, he quickly poured some directly onto his shaft, which made him wince. Wings, that stuff is cold… No matter, Gregor stroked himself vigorously with his now-slick cock, drooling pre. Moans spilled out from his seasoned throat, much to Sinclair’s delight. Time seemed to slow down at that point; Gregor was watching his own foreskin slide up and down along his extremely lewdly wet cock, knowing he was jerking off in front of his coworker’s cute butt. Knowing he was about to fuck said coworker. How did he get here again?
“Tell me if it hurts, alright?” Gregor sighed before pressing the fat tip of his cock against Sinclair’s hole and pushing in slowly. The boy gasped under him with every bit of muscle loosening up to fit his dick’s girth. Gregor couldn’t help but groan as well once the crown of his cockhead passed through Sinclair’s rim with a pop. Despite Sinclair’s pleas, he continued to slide in only very slowly, without any rush. He wanted to be gentle, especially assuming it was his first time. But, then again…
Sinclair begged, “Just… The whole thing. Please…,” Tears were forming in his eyes, “Fuck me, Gregor…!”
“Scheiße.”
SLAP! Gregor’s abdomen made contact with Sinclair’s butt as he fully sheathed inside the boy, hairy balls slapped nicely against smooth ones. Muscle tightened around Gregor’s cock as the younger man moaned, dragging a groan out of the other. “H~aahh…” The sounds of weak metal bars creaking filled the room, though they were quickly overshadowed by the sound of skin slapping against skin. Rhythmic moaning matched the pace of each plap, plap, plap, Sinclair gripping the sheets for dear life.
A thick palm grasped a thin waist, gripping hard onto pale skin until it bruised. Gregor dragged Sinclair up and down his fat cock as he thrusted in tandem, guiding the two together sloppily.
“Yes… Ngh- yes, yesyes… nmmph…” Tears rolled down Sinclair’s cheeks, “... More, ahh- More, harder!” Hips rocked back and forth on Gregor’s thick shaft, soft ass gyrating with each harsh smack of contact given by the older man’s hips.
“If I go any harder, I’m gonna blow my back out, bud…” Gregor grunted out between moans, “Besides, ain’t that gonna hurt you?” The older man leaned over, hairy chest meeting Sinclair’s smooth back. Chapped, scarred lips lingered nearby Sinclair’s bright red ear as he grumbled words of concern for the boy’s well-being into its pinna.
Sinclair shook his head, wiping tears off of his face. “Hngh… I want it… I said I did, didn’t I?” He chuckled in a way that sounded nearly sinister, comparable to the way he laughs in fits of rage. Gregor couldn’t help the twitch of his cock at the sound.
Gregor sighed, “Guess you did… Who am I to deny someone as eager as you anyway…?” He tried his best to seem like some all-knowing dom as he lightly smacked his human hand across Sinclair’s asscheek, earning him a chaotic moan and a harder! from the boy below him. Gregor obliged with a harder slap, though it was still rather awkward for him. Nonetheless, he continued his relentless pounding of Sinclair’s ass at a much rougher pace than before.
Drool and sweat pooled onto the pillow below the younger man, soaking it with fluids with each open-mouthed moan and plea. His body rocked with the rhythm of Gregor’s thrusts, each grind against his insides spreading his hole wider for the thick girth. Precum spat out of his smaller cock like a faucet. Reckless, calloused fingers made their way to his own cock to stroke it with a desperation he only felt at his worst moments. It was wet with pre, so much so his fingers slid up and down the shaft with a slick, slippery sound.
“Ah- Ack… Mmmph…!” Schlick, schlick, schlick.
“Dang, bud,” Plap, plap, plap, “Scheiße, you’re so… Gah, tight…”
“More, more! Harder..!!” Sinclair moaned wildly as the heat in his belly began to overwhelm him, “I’m g-gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna cu~hmm…!”
Suddenly, the heat surrounding Gregor’s cock began to swallow him whole as Sinclair’s body contracted. Thin strings of cum shot out from the tip of his cock, bright red and wet with fluids as Sinclair’s fingers aggressively rubbed at the tip. Tears ran down the boy’s cheeks, a crazed smile on his face.
“You’re… Crazy, you know that…?” Gregor’s hips began to thrust and quiver seemingly on their own, grinding forward like a beast in heat inside of Sinclair’s still-shaking body. Before he even realized it, his cock throbbed as he came. Thick, hot ropes splurted out of his cock, releasing a long, long pent-up load that he didn’t even know he had. The fluid did not stop, not for a long while, as he filled Sinclair to the brim.
Sinclair’s diaphragm heaved, “Mmh… Gregor, there’s… So much…!” Timidness seemed to be part of his post-nut clarity. The older man remained mostly silent aside from small grunts with each painful throb of his cock pushing out more fluid.
Alongside some more small, solid things.
“Sorry, bud… Comes with the roach parts.” Gregor only vaguely hinted at what they could be.
They were eggs.
“Mmff… Full…!” Sinclair shuddered with each slide, though it did not last long. The fullness of his belly almost made him feel as if it were distended like he was pregnant, but he was not. Thankfully.
Soon after, Gregor pulled out. A string of sticky, clear fluid connected the tip of his cock to the rim of Sinclair’s hole, which twitched at the sudden emptiness, pushing out a bit of the built-up cum within him.
“Wings,” Gregor swore.
His back really, really fucking hurt.
