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The door swings open so fast that he jumps Kankri really doesn’t know why he agreed to this. Honestly, of all things, of all PEOPLE. He must have lost his wits. It’s not like he has anything to lose, though. And maybe this will be a good learning scenario. Something to rub into Cronus’s face. ‘Hey, I lost my virginity before you, and it didn’t even feel that great.’ …maybe he won’t bring up that it was by Mituna Captor, though.
A familiar face grins at him, waving him inside. “Make yourself at home!”He says and leaves Kankri to gather himself in the doorway.
How is he supposed to make himself at home in this pigsty? His nose scrunches up in disgust. He braces himself to enter, brace the threshold of the door. There’d be no turning back after that. What? Be humiliated to all of his friends? Mituna can’t keep his mouth closed for the life of him.
“I thank you for offering this to me just so I can prove my point.”
Kankri steps carefully around the mess littering the floor of the respiteblock. Wrappers and magazines and things of that nature, piling up in certain areas more than others. His window is wide open, perhaps to let in fresh air which is maybe the only good thing about his dreadful place. The greenish, worn-down recuperacoon is pushed haphazardly into the corner of the room, dripping its viscous red and blue sludge down its walls. His loungeplank is no better, in fact it looks as if he’d seen it on the side of the road and dragged it home with him. He internally chides himself for ripping apart lower class housing. But Mituna could at least clean up after himself…..
He makes quick work of complaining, “Your hive is…less than inviting.”
Mituna hacks out a manic giggle, “Fuck you! You wouldnt’a came here if it were that bad.”His voice is laced with that typical demented tone of his, crazed and wild and causing Kankri’s brows to pinch together in concern.
Mituna goes to reach for something in a pile of junk on the floor, falling on his hands and knees and sifting through dirty clothing and other various odds and ends. He pops back on his feet with a bucket in his hands which causes the Cancer to turn red in embarrassment, he’s quick to avert his eyes despite the sole purpose of this whole ordeal, bringing his hand up to shield it from his field of vision.
“You wanna get paileddddddddddddd soooo bad. You little, umnnn..haha..you little slut!” He lisps, nudging the bucket towards Kankri’s face who steps back quickly in embarrassed shock. Mind honey drips from the corners of his lips and down his chin. At least now he knows why he isn’t acting AS…impaired as usual. Kankri hates the loudness to his voice. These walls are thin and he’s sure all of Alternia can hear them. He’s sure Ampora is stroking his bulge right now listening to this exchange.
God, is this even morally sound? This feels wrong on so many levels.
He opens his mouth to correct the other man’s triggering behavior and he’s met with more stabbing words. This time in a sing-songy tone that makes him want to rip his own hair out, “Bulge sluttttt!!!”
Kankri’s eye twitches. He scoffs. He’s TRIED to give him the benefit of the doubt. Hey, maybe somewhere in Mituna’s fucked up (#abelism) brain he thinks he’s being really kind, but clearly this is not the case.
“I won’t sit through this degradation. That triggering and frankly hurtful language is exactly what’s going to make me walk straight out of here. I owe you nothing. In fact, I am doing YOU a favor by having to put up with your antics. This is an act of mutual respect and pleasure.”
Mituna flaunts his middle finger at him (or, at least, that is what Kankri assumes he’s trying to do. He really just jabs his index towards his general direction) and sticks out his bifurcated tongue teasingly. He can see his flustered reflection in the visor of his helmet, cheeks already tinged a pale red.
Mituna tears off his helmet to reveal his mess of black hair, most of which is sticking up in odd places and compressed in others, no doubt from wearing his helmet so often. It’s a little endearing, the way it falls over his eyes. No wonder he falls off that skateboard of his so much. Kankri wonders very briefly if he’ll let him give him a haircut of some sort at some point. This string of cute thoughts is soon dissipated as more annoying words pour out of his dreadful mouth soon after. “Are’ya just gonna stand there? Get on the couch, bitch! Let’s get this party started!”He rubs his hands together and grins. He spits when he speaks.
Kankri’s lip curls up in distaste, looking between Mituna and the sofa for a quick moment before defeatedly walking over to it and begrudgingly sitting himself down, grumbling to himself all the way over. His arms cross over one another. “I’m only listening to your orders because I want to get this over with.”
Mituna laughs again, “Surreee…”He makes his way over and stands across from him, firmly placing a hand on each of Kankri’s knees so that he can try and spread his legs apart.
It happens all too fast. His mind reels. Kankri does not budge, in fact, he scrambles to move away, ass lifting up off the couch. A confused frown marks the goldblood’s face and his eyebrows knit together.
“Aren’t you going to…”Kankri shifts somewhat, head bowed slightly in embarrassment with the words about to leave his mouth, “Ahem. Get me..ready?” He slowly relaxes back into the sitting position he’d been in prior.
The Gemini cocks an eyebrow, mouth agape. Can he get any more dense? “Huh??”
“You know. Er….ugh…”He can feel heat rising to his cheeks. “Get me..in..the mood? Before you start rushing yourself inside of me like some sort of animal?”
Mituna laughs harder than he thinks he’s ever heard before, much to his dismay. Golden tears bud at the corners of his eyes as laughs rack his frame. Kankri shrinks in on himself. He thinks he’s bright red, now. He moves to put a hand on the mutant’s shoulder, snickering before he can even get the words he wants to get out. He gulps down another giggle before continuing, “Take your shirt off, wanna see your boobies.”He says giddily.
Kankri gapes at him, mouth falling open in shock. He watches him withdraw his hand, feeling as if not in control of his own body. He quickly snaps himself out of it, blood beginning to boil under his skin, “First of all, I don’t have…‘boobies.’ Not that there is a problem with having breasts. I just, personally, don’t have them. And I’d appreciate it if you'd ask things of me instead of ordering me around. It puts an unbalanced and unhealthy dynamic on our relationship. It is wholly unacceptable. I understand your…impairment may cause you to act out of term which is why I’ve been so patient with you thus far. It’s beginning to get to a point, though.”
Mituna just stares at him.
He scoffs at his insolence but complies to his order all the same. His fingers dance nervously at the hem of his sweater before beginning to tug it slowly upwards. Porrim gifted this to him, he’d hate to ruin it. Especially with such a lewd act. Once it’s off he folds it up neatly beside him. Then, he starts to take off his undershirt. With this one he’s a bit more hesitant. It’s the only barrier left between his bare torso and Mituna’s greedy eyes. He swallows down his pride and lifts it off, setting it down beside his sweater. He hears a whistle.
Not a moment passes before Mituna sinks down to his knees and reaches for his grubby hands out to squeeze the fat of his chest rather harshly. The material of the gloves against his sensitive skin chafes rather uncomfortably. He gasps aloud, grunting in annoyance, “Could you refrain from treating me like a stress toy?” Narrowed eyes.
Mituna squeezes harder in response, cackling. He bites his lip to suppress any unwanted noises when the other troll brushes a particularly responsive bit of his pectorals. He can’t help but mewl and squirm where he sits. He decides to distract himself by talking,
“You’re just touching me with no regard, aren’t you?”He scoffs, “I mean, I could have gone to literally anyone else! I have half a mind to walk out right now, because this touchiness is horribly triggering, not to mention demeaning.“
Mituna seems to ignore him, a wide smile stretching across his face, “You got fat titties for a guy!” He wiggles his eyebrows, continuing his relentless squeezing and fondling. His hands soon trail down to his grub scars, which he, too, prods at. He is not all that gentle with his touching, but, embarrassingly enough, Kankri does let out a little mewl when his fingers brush a sensitive part of his scars. His face instantly goes red. Mituna, again, giggles, running his fingers along the scar tissue, tickling along the edges of where his excess legs had once been.
If he wanted to show him how good pailing was, he’s doing a shit job. Or maybe this just isn’t as good as it’s made out to be. “Can you please just get on with it?”He urges.
Mituna looks offended, “I thought you wanted me to set a mood?! Make up your mind, bitch!”
“Well, not if this is the mood you’re going to set!”He harrumphs. Mituna doesn’t let go of his chest as he talks to him for some strange reason, grip getting even harsher at Kankri’s words. “If YOU wanted a fancy mood you should’a went to Porrim.”
“That’s disgusting! How could you even insinuate something like that between me and her? Honestly, this is beyond triggering, not to mention invasive and frankly disgusting. To assume someone’s relationship so broadly and based only off of your perverted—“
He’s cut off with a rather sloppy kiss, Mituna’s lips catching his roughly; shoving his forked tongue into his mouth and gnawing gently on his lips with his fangs. He tastes like honey. Some of it still sticks to his teeth and now it’s going to be stuck in Kankri’s. He isn’t completely opposed to the taste, or to Mituna’s surprisingly above-average kissing skills. He does little to oppose it, even clumsily meets his tongue with his and feels the strangely fascinating sensation of it rubbing against these new places. The goldblood kisses wetly down to his jawline, kissing him there haphazardly and then devolving into nibbling and sucking on the skin like he intends to draw blood. It will surely bruise. He licks and kisses nearly all of his jawline before going to his throat where he begins to plant hickeys there, too. Kankri can feel the sensation of his sharp fangs nearly breaking the surface of the skin on his throat, can feel the suction of his mouth and the saliva trailing down his neck from every mark he leaves. Humiliatingly enough, he can feel his bulge beginning to unsheathe and his waiting nook wetting his skin with slick and pre-genetic material. He squeezes his thighs together and prays Mituna doesn’t notice. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, instead finds much more interest in grabbing onto both of Kankri’s horns and yanking him closer to him. It knocks his knees apart just enough for the Gemini to shove himself between them, smirking in that shit-eating way he does.
“Again, with the forcefulness, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t—unhhh..” Mituna cuts off his babbling when he grinds his unsheathed bulge against him, the only barrier between their indecents being his skintight body suit and Kankri’s loose-fitting pants which are now also stretching somewhat to accommodate for his growing length.
Mituna laughs, grinding against him some more, “Didn’t what?”
Kankri’s bulge squirms violently in the confines of his pants. He huffs in annoyance and continues. He seems to just love to hear his own voice, “I’d really appreciate if you didn’t—ugh.,..—Didn’t come onto me so aggressively. As stated prior, this is a MUTUAL act and agreement. And with no prior discussions of such lewd things before our current predicament, you shouldn’t do anything too forceful unto me as you may tri—unh! Trigger me. Thankfully for you this isn’t included on my trigger list but you should be more mindful next time and maybe warn me beforehand.”
His brows scrunch together in confusion, momentarily ceasing the grinding of his hips to stare down at him, dumbfounded. He shakes his head as if to clear a mist from it and shoves his hand onto one of Kankri’s thighs either to spread his legs further or to keep him in place, it succeeds in both nonetheless. The harshness of the motion makes a lewd slapping nose and the fat of his thigh jiggles some. “Want your nook.”He spits out. Kankri feels his hole drool slick lazily down his thigh in response. He watches Mituna violently palm himself through his bodysuit in morbid interest, head tilting somewhat to the side.
Kankri clears his throat before speaking again, “While I appreciate that you at least had the courtesy to voice your wants, I find language like that particularly demeaning. Maybe next time you could try something like ‘I want you’ or, even, ‘I want us to equally and respectfully have each other.’”
Mituna rolls his eyes and leans in, pressing a finger to his lips and tauntingly patting his cheek. It does not succeed in pacifying him, in fact it’s maybe the exact opposite. How does Latula put up with him?! He slides down Kankri’s pants and grins ear to ear when he gets an eyeful of his unsheathed bulge and dripping nook, slathering red slick over his stomach and thighs. His face flushes a deep red, averting eye contact with the man above him in fear of being the butt-end of one of his insults again. He has the intense urge to try to close his legs, just because of how horribly exposed he feels, but with Mituna standing between them that’s nigh impossible.
Either way, he wants this to end quickly. He just wants to make a point. For knowledge and for being right and such of that nature. Surely nothing else. And he surely won’t enjoy this.
Hands grope the fat off his ass and Kankri gasps again, “Nice ass, Kanks!” Again with that stupid ear-to-ear smile.
He drops down to his knees again in a flash of bright yellow and boney fingers slither up Kankri’s thigh, resting warmly against his nook. He nearly jumps at the feeling. A shaken exhale leaves his lips, tucking his chin against his chest. He bites down onto his bottom lip rather harshly.
At first, he teases him. Pretends (or maybe he isn’t?) to miss his entrance a few times, to stroke around it to try and gain a reaction out of him. He makes slow circles around it, pressing the tip of his finger inside before withdrawing like nothing happened, all while grinning. That fucking grin. That stupid fucking grin. Kankri bites down hard on his lip and refrains from grinding down onto his fingers like some desperate whore (not that being a whore is a bad thing, or anything. #slutshaming #sorry) because holy fuck it’s starting to feel good. Please just get on with it, he pleads in his mind. Mituna’s other hand takes his bulge and strokes it agonizingly slowly, causing his hips to buck into his grip. It curls around his hand, trying greedily to gain any stimulation.
He dips his head forwards and—Kankri’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open—gives an experimental lick to his nook, bulge still in one hand and the other using its fingers to spread him open for the tongue. Kankri gasps at the feeling, squirming somewhat. This causes Mituna to grip harder on his bulge, hissing at him, hissing into his nook. “Dude, calm down!”He insists, licking around the rim of his hole, tasting his slick. Kankri throws his hands onto his mouth and doesn’t know whether to buck up into the warm hand jerking him off or to grind down onto the tongue taking its sweet time to get into his nook. Now, now, now, he thinks, jaw clenching. It seems his pleads are answered because it isn’t long before the bifurcated tongue enters him and he sees stars. It feels around his inner walls, trying to find the places where he’s most sensitive that make him cry out in pleasure. His thighs tighten around Mituna’s head and shoulders, trying to draw him further inside of him. A sick part of him doesn’t want this to be over ever.
Mituna seems to get more enthusiastic with every whimper and mewl that escapes Kankri’s wet lips, curling his tongue again and again. The mutant practically sees stars, tightening and clenching around him, moans tumbling out of his mouth.
He presses Kankri’s knees to his sit near his stomach, trying to gain more leverage and to get deeper inside of him. Kankri feels like he’s in fucking heaven, riding his face, squirming and twitching. He tries to speak but all that comes out of his mouth is unintelligible nonsense.
“You like that, Kanny?”Mituna giggles, rising only to pinch his cheek before going back to work.
“I—ouh….”Kankri mewls, rolling his hips, blissed out of his mind. A stupid smile stretches across his face, and he nods. Mituna laughs into his nook.
With the amount of stimulation he’s receiving, it isn’t long before he pails. What with Mituna stroking his bulge so nicely and with the way he constantly bumps into that part inside of his nook that makes him see stars. Fuck is he good with that tongue of his. He shoots ropes of candy red genetic material against his stomach and chest. His nook squirts humiliatingly all over Mituna’s face and mouth, a loud moan falling from his lips as it does.
Mituna drinks it up rather enthusiastically, swallowing before licking up the remainder of it like a hungry barkbeast. Kankri falls limp against the couch, thighs twitching.
The Gemini whistles as he rises, “Fuckin’ explosive, holy shit! You’re nasty!”He lisps, smiling wildly, cackling out a laugh. The mutant can only flush in embarrassment, too spent to argue.
“Urgh…”Kankri groans, panting. He comes to his senses in a minute and sits up a bit, legs still sprawled obscenely around Mituna’s body. “You haven’t…uhm…”
“Did you think we were done?”Mituna cocks an eyebrow.
Kankri shrinks in on himself somewhat. They..aren’t..done? His bulge rises some in interest but part of him is mortified. He already feels like he could pass out right now in exhaustion.
“I’d..assumed as much…”
“Kanny, you stupid idiot!” He shakes his head in amusement, despite the childish nature of his insult, “We’re just starting up! Wanna make you come on my bulges.”
“I don’t appreciate that nickname.”Kankri sneers, cheeks bright red. His face scrunches up in distaste.
“Shut up, bitch,”The Gemini giggles, pulling down his bodysuit so fast he nearly topples over. His lack of balance and…every other critical thinking skill is astonishing. He has this stupid smile plastered on his face the whole time, basically shaking with excitement. He’s scrawny, ribs slightly poking through his pale skin. It sort of makes Kankri feel a little subconscious of his own form. He isn’t very hairy, just lightly dusted with black hair on his chest and of course his legs. Mituna kicks off his suit, then his boxers, leaving him completely naked save his shoes. Kankri’s eyes slowly trail down to his bulges, taking them in, fully unsheathed and dripping with golden pre-genetic material. And— wait, bulges!?
“Two!?”Kankri’s eyes widen. Shit, that was horribly offensive of him. He curses at himself in his brain. To be fair, this IS news to him. He’d always thought Mituna had been making some sort of spelling mistake, but here they are, in all of their glory. Slimmer than Kankri’s but longer. It doesn’t matter, anyway, because together they’ll feel huge. And, fuck, why is thinking about taking both of Mituna’s cocks right now? Focus, you deviant. He clears his throat, “Sorry. I just—hadn’t..been aware of this part of goldblood anatomy, as much as I’ve tried to educate myself on such. Apologies if I triggered you, again.”
Mituna raises an eyebrow at him, nose scrunching up. He just looks more confused than anything. “Wh..what!?”His voice comes shrill. Per usual.
“Nevermind.”Kankri deflates and watches him stroke both of his bulges in unison, and holy shit they don’t fit in his one hand. Does he intend to use both!? Kankri really hopes so. He absentmindedly pushes himself up on his elbows and strokes himself off, watching Mituna, cheeks flushed. Mituna grins and presses forward somewhat, letting their bulges intertwine together, curling against each other in interest. Their fluids mix wonderfully, gold and red, dripping down and spreading across their skin. “Haha, fuckkkk, dude…”Mituna throws his head back somewhat, feeling his bulges overpower Kankri’s, keeping him there in place, twisting around his cock. “You feel fuckin’…hghhh..Wanna fuck you so so so so bad. Wanna pail all up inside your guts. Fuck!”
“Please.”Kankri whimpers, ignoring the triggering violence of his words. How hypocritical is he, now? Allowing this to happen? A true Social Justice Warrior wouldn’t have let that slide. He internally curses at himself, but a moan rolls of his tongue at the slow pace of their bulges feeling eachother up. Mituna pulls away, leaving a streak of gold across Kankri’s thighs and dripping onto the ground (he’s probably going to be stuck cleaning their mess, later), then he slides his bulge up against his entrance, letting it rest there. He leans in to kiss him again, capturing his lips there and sliding his tongue rather harshly into his mouth. Kankri grunts out in primal need, trying to rut himself down onto the bulge under him with no luck. He just accepts the kissing, tongue fighting the other with earnest, twisting against each other.
Mituna trails down to mark his neck again, sinking his teeth into it like a Rainbow Drinker and sucking so hard on the sensitive skin that there’s no chance it won’t bruise. He presses kisses over each wound as if apologies. His fingers find their place inside of his nook, slowly stretching him open, sliding just right against his inner walls. Kankri can’t help but bury his face into the man’s neck and whine as if in heat, grinding down onto the fingers to try and draw them deeper inside of him. Mituna exits right as he begins to get close to orgasm and Kankri wants only to bite hard down into his shoulder in frustration.
The Gemini pulls away, smiles down at him, then shoves one of his bulges into him in one go. Kankri nearly screams.
He feels it pulsing inside of him, stretching him open wider than anything he’s ever experienced. And Mituna hasn’t even moved yet. He just leaves him impaled there, waiting, clenching desperately around him, legs spreading in response. He rolls his hips, grunting in aggravation. He feels his bulge writhing inside of him, pressing against that spot inside of him, drawing desperate moans from his wet lips. “Please,”Kankri starts, panting, rutting down onto him, “Please move, Mituna.”
He obliges, pulling back slowly and then sinking down into him again. He starts his pace slowly, agonizingly slow, but deep all the same. Kankri’s legs wrap around him, toes curling in pleasure. From the position they’re in, he can do nothing but lie there and take it, being pounded into the couch, dripping slick. It’s embarrassing how much he’s dripping, actually, almost as embarrassing as how content he is with this. He’s more than content, he fucking loves it. He squeezes around Mituna, trying to draw him inside further. “Fuck,”He moans, “Guhhgg…Please don’t stop. Please, please, more.” Mituna flashes that shit-eating-grin and ceases his movement, staying there half inside of him and slowly grinding against his walls. Kankri pleads, pleads into his ear, whimpering and keening and cursing. “More what, Kanks?”
He gulps down his pride, eyes tightly shut and cheeks bright red, “Fuck me harder, please. I want…”He bites his bottom lip, “I want both of them.”
Mituna snickers, “Freaky as fuck, dude!” But he listens as always, pulls out a little more so that he has ample room to take his other bulge in his hand and line it up with Kankri’s drooling hole. It slides into the tight space fairly easily, burning somewhat but not enough for it to be too painful. They both press deeply inside of his hole, locking him in place. He shrieks in pleasure, feeling them stretching him to his limits, feeling Mituna’s pelvis against him. He’s so fucking full. He can feel them trying to intertwine inside of him. They press eternally against his good spot, and if he had pupils they’d be rolling far back into his head. He purrs deeply, mouth opening in a silent moan, spit trailing down from the corner of his mouth. Kankri’s fingernails scrape down his back, and he tries his best to roll his hips against him but he’s rewarded with a firm hand to his backside. After a good minute or so (it might as well be hours), Mituna begins to move.
He starts with those slow, deep thrusts again but soon evolves into these fast, shallow ones which draws a surprised gasp from Kankri, though he doesn’t seem all to displeased. Quite the opposite. Mituna fucks into him like a jackrabbit and brushes just there in those spots that make him see Gog. Kankri throws his head to the side, whining in pleasure, unable to look him in the eyes much longer. His nook flutters and twitches around the bulges as if trying to milk them for all they’re worth, and he isn’t even sure if he’s doing it on purpose or if his body really is that desperate for Mituna’s cum. He doesn’t know which is worse. He hears that exhilarated laughing above him, feels Mituna’s drool coming down from his lips and onto the side of his face. He’d feel disgusted if he weren’t so turned on by this whole ordeal.
He fucks harder and faster than Kankri would have expected from him, and, fuck, he’s good. Really, really good. It almost annoys him. Kankri could come untouched at any moment, bulge thrashing against his stomach. He tilts his head to look up at Mituna, to see that smile on his stupid face, to see the way his eyes glow under his mess of hair. He clenches around him. Fuck, he’s going to— “Haha, fuck! You love taking my Retard bulges, don’t you? Fuckin’ slut!”
The color drains from Kankri’s face. Did he hear that correctly!? He’s mortified, going completely still despite the bulge constantly hammering into him. He tries to ignore the constant pleasure and clears his throat, “N-no! Mituna, that is beyond triggering and—unh-I’d expect better from—“ Mituna grabs the base of Kankri’s bulge with one hand and his face with the other, forcing him to look him in the eyes. He stops his thrusting, grips harder on the base of Kankri’s bulge. “Say it. Call me a retard. Say you like taking my bulges and call me a retard. Or you don’t get to cum. No, no, no.” He wags his finger in his face.
Kankri struggles against him, wriggles desperately under him. His nook twitches in pleasure, more slick trailing down his thigh. He winces, hisses at the pain of the harsh hand wrapping around his bulge. Mituna just stares at him, waiting. He waits for him to ruin himself like this, and he seems to be telling the truth.
“C’mon, Kanny. Hurry up! Say it!”
Kankri feels tears well in his eyes, feels them roll humiliatingly against his cheeks. Sobs wrack his frame. Everything feels like so much right now. He sniffles like a wriggler. Once. Twice. He shakes. “Please—I—“
“Say it!”One, deep thrust. Just to show him what he’s missing out on. He moans aloud, doesn’t think about anything but his selfish pleasure—
“I—fuck! I love taking your retard bulges!”
Kankri’s eyes widen, he throws a hand over his mouth. He can’t take it back now. Fuck? What is his problem? How could he do this, betray his own beliefs like this!? All he stands for? Just for his own lustful desires? Kankri Vantas, you deserve nothing but a painful death.
Mituna doesn’t seem to care, in fact, he seems proud. There’s a sparkle of the old Mituna there, Kankri thinks madly, he thinks he could reach out and touch him. The idea of him.
Mituna starts with the same brutal pace from moments earlier, maybe even a little harder than before. It is constant pleasure on Kankri’s end. White, hot pleasure, making his toes curl and his breath hitch with each thrust. He moans and moans, feels the man above him become sloppier yet, brushing animalistically against his good spot again and again. “There, there, there!”He chants, and Mituna obliges. At this point it’s too much. Kankri moans rather wantonly as he comes, vision going black. He squirts around Mituna’s bulges, his own spurting desperately against his chest, one rope even hits himself in the face. He can feel it dripping down his jawline. His nook clenches tightly with the aftershocks and that’s enough to coax Mituna into pailing too, spilling his slurry inside of him. He shrieks, giggling with each pump. Red and blue sparks shoot from his horns, illuminating his face.
After his post-orgasm haze lifts, Mituna reaches for the pail next to them with his foot, dragging it over and under their intertwined bodies. Before his accident he’d have probably used his psionics but he doesn’t have good control over them anymore. Once it’s somewhat aligned he slowly pulls both of his bulges out and slaps Kankri’s nook lewdly with them to gain a reaction. He does, Kankri lets out a whine of overstimulation, spreading his legs on instinct and squirming where he lay. The goldblood shooshes him again, papping the side of his face as their shared genetic material drips from Kankri’s poor nook and into the bucket. His flushed cheeks are still stained with red tears. The papping somewhat works to pacify him, and Mituna feels a sense of deep pride inside in himself, making him submit like this. Cronus is gonna be so fucking jealous.
Kankri’s head falls back against the couch, eyes half-lidded and lips parted some. His thighs shake. He doesn’t think he’s orgasmed that hard..ever. Maybe because he’s only used his hand, though.
“Fuck! I told you it was good.”Mituna crawls up onto the couch with the mutant and clings onto him, beaming. “I even got you to say retard!! That was so funny.”
“Please, just shut up.”Vantas groans, running a hand down his face in efforts to clean it off. Despite his hostility he still leans into the other man, enjoying his warmth all the same. He can feel himself gaping, twitching around nothing. He feels like he’s been fucked truly stupid.
“Am I going to have to be the one to clean this up?”
Mituna just grins.