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Knife would talk a lot to his acquaintances, friends, really anyone on the show. It was a good trait about himself, but for some weird reason he would usually never end up “hanging out.” Sure he would challenge Trophy while working out with him, or share a room with Mephone… but never a group hangout where you watch a movie, and crack jokes all night long.
He ended up mentioning the topic a couple days ago, and Yinyang suggested a movie night in his room. Trophy wanted to join, and once Knife brought it up to Mephone—he also tagged along.
Tonight was that movie night, and the four were excited!
Trophy and Yinyang sat on the sofa arguing over a movie to watch while Mephone organized the snacks on the table.
Knife eventually stepped in and made them pick Alien. It was Mephone’s favourite movie.
The four all squeezed onto the couch after pouring drinks, and turned the movie on.
Yinyang sat on the left of Mephone, Knife sat on his right, and Trophy was beside Knife…
About 20 minutes into the movie everyone is invested, and the whispering dies down. Trophy could feel Knife's hair tickling his neck, and how warm he was. The trophy’s face couldn’t help but get a little red at the feeling.
So close to Knife..
Not to mention sharing the same blanket as him didn’t help.
Knife quickly fixed his hair, ruffling it, and really just getting it out of his face. Unfortunately due to being so close to Trophy, he elbowed the other in the face.
“Agh!”
“Oh shit, are you okay?”
Knife forcefully grabbed Trophy’s face, seeing if he’d done anything.
“Yeah.. god.. watch yourself..”
Trophy tried to look away but it was useless.
“Why is your face so red?” He spoke quietly, doing that stupid smirk he always did.
“Shut up..”
“No, tell me.. come on..”
Trophy couldn’t speak, this was so embarrassing..
“Hey you too, stop kissing! You’re not paying attention to the plot!” Mephone exclaimed, both him and Yinyang staring at the situation the others were in with disapproval. Knife let go of Trophy and grumbled, going back to watching the TV.
Not too long after the incident Mephone nudged Knife and pointed out a small detail about one of the scenes in the movie,
Knife nodded and listened. Inadvertently (or perhaps on purpose) shifting his hand down to rest on Trophy’s thigh.
Once Trophy himself noticed, he felt like screaming. It wasn’t his usual reaction but he knew what Knife was doing, and was worried the others would find out..
Knife rubbed his hand up and down Trophy’s thigh, continuing to listen to Mephone's info dump. He was so hot, and he knew Knife could feel it. His hand inching towards Trophy’s inner thigh..
“Hey Mephone, would you mind getting up and getting us some drinks? I’m so thirsty.”
“Okay, I needed to get up anyways.. let me pause the movie.”
“Thanks..”
Mephone did as he said, and left the room. It was now silent in the room.
The two alone now.. Oh, and Yinyang but he fell presumably asleep like half way through the movie.
Knife turns to Trophy urgently, pushing him on the armrests of the couch. Practically on top of him now, gripping his thigh like his life depends on it.
“Tell me Trophy, is this okay?”
Knife spoke in a quiet voice as he undid the blondes' pants, slowly.
“Ah..just please be careful about..”
“Mephone? If anything, he’d get off to this..” Knife chuckled, looming over Trophy. His hands tracing over Trophy’s clothed genitalia, Knife's smile grew hearing Trophy’s choked out moans.
“Yeah, you like that?. Hmm..?” Knife used his other hand to grip his thigh once again, and pushed himself closer to Trophy.
“Ahh..”
He pulled his hair, forcing Trophy to look him in the eyes.
“Come on, fucking say it..”
“Nngh,, Y-yes..ah..”
“Good job.. ha..”
Knife looked down at Trophy’s crotch, and up at him again. His fingers slowly peering into the jocks #underwear, the incredible warmth in between his thighs forcing Knife to let out a groan.
He went in for a few neck kisses, Knife's silver hair brushing up against Trophy's face.
Mephone stood in the kitchen, pouring a few sodas into some leftover solo cups Yinyang left laying around. He caught himself messing around, munching on a few cookies. He hoped no one would mind…
Once he scoffed down another cookie, (because he a fat fuck)
He picked up the two drinks and stumbled through the doorway.
Just as he was about to announce himself, he was shocked to see Knife and Trophy huffing into each other's faces… Trophy getting quite loud despite… well despite everything! It's like the two had no idea anyone else was in the room!
Mephone didn’t want to say anything, the sight was a lot… the sight was.. arousing in some sick way.
Mephone slowly exited the room again, putting the drinks down on the kitchen table.
A panicked feeling inside of him.
“That’s no way to feel… I believe that was their own private moment..”
He thought, staring down at his pants.. reaching for the button—
“Mephone.”
Knife called out for him from the room over, and Mephone snapped out of it.
“Yes Knife–Sorry--your drinks..”
Mephone stepped through the doorway again, just to be greeted by more sexual deviance by the two. Knife shoved his tongue into Trophy's mouth, all the gross squelching sounds were so loud, and Mephone had to sit next to it…
“why were they doing this here.. and why did I like it so much.”
He pondered yet again, maybe it was Mephone’s sexual past with the two.. or just how much passion went into the interaction between Knife and Trophy.
“Look mutt.. we have an audience, and he looks interested..”
Trophy squirmed and moaned as Knife's fingers continued protruding into his entrance.
The blonde tried breaking the phone's gaze from him, but it was no use as his silverheaded counterpart had a hold of him–continuing to finger fuck him till he was a weak whiney mess.
“Stop trying to look away, you're fucking pathetic…”
“I–I’m sorry..mmffgh…”
“Keep apologizing, and do it… like you mean it…”
“Ah! I’m sorry! K-knife, I’m sorry!”
Mephone couldn’t help but watch, he caught himself palming his bulge a few times, eugh.. this was unbearable..
Trophy’s hands couldn’t stop shaking, it seemed as if they wouldn’t be much use due to the amount of it. Although that was proven false as Trophy put his hand in Knife's hair, trying to push his head down.
Knife understood and he understood very well. Looking at Trophy with that stupid smug fucking dumb expression he occasionally did again… (look at inanimate insanity S2 EP13 “Mine your business” Timestamp 5:13 for reference).
He ripped Trophy’s shorts off, and didn’t care to be polite with how he treated his boxers.
Opening the hot blonde's legs, and teasingly tracing his tongue across his lips.
As the shivers of pleasure ran up Trophy’s spine, Mephone found himself very intrigued in the activity. Trying to peak through Knife’s hair, his mouth open to the slightest. As it progressed the two had gotten louder, not excluding the host.. he had begun palming himself through his pants, and really gotten into it.
The room was quite noisy.. so much movement had been played out on this couch.
(Throwback to earlier oh my god aren’t I so good at writing)
Yinyang were usually a pretty deep sleeper, but too much was going on that it woke them up. Slowly opening their eyes, Yinyang puts the pieces together—and realizes.
“What the fuck are you guys doing??”