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To be fair, all Zuke wanted was to show Mayday how much he loved her, and how important she is to him. She was his best friend after all! He just wanted her to feel special.
Now, to be unfair, there were probably easier ways to show that love and devotion to your best friend, by, y'know, not eating her out.
It started off easily enough, with the two of them just lounging on the couch in the comfort of the sewers, Mayday nonsensically strumming a note on her guitar and trying to find the smallest semblance of inspiration in the notes, resting her legs on top of Zuke's lap. The drummer in question was busying himself with scrolling through his phone until he felt Mayday's foot tap him, looking up from his device.
"Zuuuuuke, are you busy?" She whined, setting down her guitar on the floor.
"Only with mindless doomscrolling, why'd you ask?" He chuckled, already pocketing his phone and putting it away. He half expected his friend to suggest something crazy, like steal a car or run that said car into a burning building, or something.
Close enough though, as she she instead outstretched both of her arms towards him to entice him into a hug.
"Can we make out?"
...Okay, more than a hug.
Zuke stared at her for a brief moment before he let out a hoarse, embarassed sound from the back of his throat, something that he hoped sounded closer to a flirtatious chuckle rather than a lame choked whine. Already though he felt himself swallow as he adjusted himself to rest on top of Mayday as the blonde pulled her legs back, the two of them already very much familiar with the situation, the offer a regular occurence between them. Something closer than friends, arguably less than lovers--if ever just for their own respective comfort, too embarassed and stupid to put a real label on it.
But with their current situation, neither really complained as this was as real as it got, and both felt a heated relief and shared contentment at what they had. Mayday automatically closed her eyes as Zuke pressed his lips to hers, the back of his mind noting that Mayday probably just finished snacking on some sweets again, as the telltale flavor of candy was present.
He was never a fan of sweets, but he could always make exceptions. Especially for her.
Mayday moved her calloused hands to lift towards his shoulders, then for one to grip his hair, the other snaking its way to his nape, tugging him closer. A telltale sign of wanting more that the drummer was already privy to, Zuke easily coaxed her mouth open, moving his tongue along hers.
Yep, definitely sweet.
Dragging her lips across his mouth to his jaw to his neck, she bit down on the skin there gently, before suckling on it and leaving a hickey, smiling against his green skin as she felt his breath hitch. She continued kissing his neck as he shuddered on top of her, a matching smile on his own lips as he moved one of his own hands to graze along her waist.
"I thought this was just supposed to be a make out session?" He asked teasingly, now moving both of his hands to stroke her sides as he adjusted their positions.
A small laugh escaped her as she lazily replied, "Shut up, I'm bored." That was all the rebuttal she gave, instead focusing her efforts as another nip and a trail of kisses were peppered on his neck.
Zuke smiled lightly as he pushed Mayday to lie back down on the couch; it wasn't a quick, sudden movement, but it was enough to make Mayday let out an 'oof and blink her big, pink eyes at Zuke in surprise.
All she received in response was a shrug first before Zuke finally answered properly. "What? I'm bored too." He stated simply, locking eyes with the guitarist.
Mayday flushed heavily at the sudden change. As much as she didn't like to admit it, Zuke talking down to her and casting her in a dusky shadow, staring at her so intently, taking control over these situations, well...okay, she liked it. Very much. Much more than she should, and arguably it was just a recent discovery; ever since the two even started this arrangement they had.
She let out a breathy laugh as Zuke bent down to kiss her collarbone, tugging up her shirt as he did. She finished the job for him by pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side, now joining her guitar crumpled on the ground--
Now she let out a much more boisterous laugh as she saw Zuke try and follow with his eyes wherever it landed. "Dammit Zuke! You clean freak!" She laughed out, giggling as Zuke looked back at her and smiled.
"You always make a mess when we do this." He chided, although his light tone and kind eyes reassured her that he wasn't serious; athough both knew that he would no doubt fix the laundry himself later, having been fond of regularly cleaning up their messes. Shared or otherwise.
He leaned back down to quickly kiss her, then moved his mouth to her chest, silently thankful that she didn't wear bras down here in the sewers. Her breath hitched as he took a nipple in his mouth, one hand on the small of her back to pull her against him, the other one-- oh, the other one was resting on top of her thigh, fingers scooting underneath her skin and moving dangerously close to her--
She let out a small whine as his fingers moved to lightly press against her clit through the fabric of her underwear, which was already dampening.
His tongue flicked against the nipple in his mouth, eyes half lidded as he glanced down, noting that her thighs were instinctively trying to close.
'No, no' He thought to himself, lapping up at the nipple and moving himself, so that his body prevented her from fully closing her legs. 'C'mon May, don't hide from me.'
Besides, she was doing a bad job of it anyhow. As he glanced up at her, her eyes were screwed shut and head lolled to the side, letting out breathy pants and moaning out his name in between shudders. Her hands had moved to lock together behind his neck, and Zuke could feel the faint scratching of her blunt nails against his skin.
He sucked harshly on the nipple, his fingers working themselves to rub against the bundle of nerves even through her underwear. He heard May whine as he continued his ministrations, and he couldn't help the fond sense of pride at her reactions.
"Zuke, l-I'm--" She paused to moan out as his fingers moved her underwear to the side, now working on her bare skin and rubbing her now exposed clit, already starting to feel herself drip unto the couch. Already? Zuke was getting better at this, and the thought made Mayday squirm as heat thrummed against her gut. "I'm close."
Zuke let go of her nipple with a wet pop, a trail of saliva still connecting him to her breast, causing her to blush deeper. He was like a man on a mission, always the type to move more with his actions rather than his words. Without saying anything, instead of going lower, he sat up and hoisted her legs up to meet his mouth.
She yelped as she was manhandled, pointed ears twitching as she felt Zuke adjust the two of them. She embarrassingly realized that from her position, she was bent in a way that made her pussy closer to her own face, in a sort of 'C' shape.
"H-Hey Zuke, this is a bit..." She swallowed down the word she was looking for, whether it be 'embarrassing' or 'hot'. She was still deciding between the two, too flushed to really consider both.
Zuke simply made a hum of acknowledgement, tugging her closer to examine her nether regions. He saw the lips of her pussy twitch and the swollenness of her clit; he could barely keep back a grin as he tugged the underwear off her to expose her more, sliding it down her body and managing to pull it off, leaving it to hang off her ankle.
Being undressed was the only warning the blonde received as Mayday squealed when she felt Zuke dipped his head down to lick her cunt, lapping up at the juices. He closed his eyes again as he pressed his tongue against her clit, swirling his tongue around it. Mayday could only grip unto the couch as she let Zuke eat her out, feeling her pussy twitch and a familiar feeling bubble up.
"Zuke! Ah, I-I'm--!!" She ended her sentence in a moan, feeling herself orgasm against his mouth and her wetness flow over. Zuke simply continued licking against her clit, slowing only a bit to help her grind it out.
She tried to catch her breath, as she looked up, well, at least tried to look up, at the drummer, chest heaving. "Hah...tthanks, Zuke, that was--!"
She gasped as she felt his tongue again, this time over her opening. She squirmed a bit, trying to look at him. "H-hey!"
"Just cleaning you up, May." He mumbled lowly (and unconvincingly) against her pussy, the vibrations accidentally causing her to gasp and dropping back down, moaning.
He resumed licking at her hole, moving his position to tilt more forward, too busy focused on her taste. May bit her lip as her pussy moved closer to her face, making more of a mess as he continued licking her. She felt her mind starting to go blank, letting out a high keen as Zuke drooled some of his spit on her cunt, mixing in with her own fluids. She curled her toes as she felt another orgasm coming in, as his tongue started delving deeper into her. Arching her back from the pleasure, she came again crying out Zuke's name; however, the drummer used one of his hands to keep her down and to keep her from changing her position, the other arm wrapped snuggly around one of her legs, keeping her in place.
He peeked down at the guitarist and saw her eyes, half lidded and teary as she ground out her orgasm, rolling her hips upwards. Her mouth was open, drooling and making a mess.
...He wanted to make her even messier, one more time.
He moved his mouth back to her clit, bringing the hand he used to keep her down back up, this time pressing the pads of his fingers against her opening as he licked her bud.
She babbled out incoherently, moaning out his name in between as he easily slipped two fingers inside. Pumping them in and out, coupled with his very messy treatment of her clit, alternating between swiping his tongue against it harshly and sucking on it tenderly.
He glanced down, seeing her own juices drip unto her face, with her barely registering it in her blissed-out state. She merely had her mouth open, tired but lustful smile egging him on.
Slipping a third finger in, he felt her clench around him, her walls greedily clamping down on his digits. After a few more pumps and a final lick against her clit, she came once more, crying out his name like a mantra, own juices dripping unto her face.
He slowed down in pumping his fingers, kissing her clit which left her shuddering. "You did so good, May..." He mumbled his praises as he lowered her legs, finally letting her lie back down fully. He got the couch pillows and, lifting her up slightly, laid her back against them, to which she just mumbled out his name.
He tilted her head up and kissed her again, with her wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him back with her. He opened his mouth to let her taste herself more on his tongue, caressing her face and wiping off her sweat.
He separated from her for a bit, kissing her forehead. "I'll let you rest for a few minutes, then I'll wash you up, okay?" He pulled back to look at her before chuckling at the unimpressed, pouting expression she bade him, his hand moving to then brush away her bangs from sticking to her forehead. "Don't worry; I meant wash you up in the tub, okay?"
She gave a brief nod as she was seemingly satiated by his clarification, tugging him back to continue kissing her; right now, in her post orgasm haze, the only thing she could think about was kissing.
Zuke found it incredible even after all that, she still tasted sweet.