Generationstuck Masterpost!

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THE PLURK

Post-scratch Ancestors/Pre-Scratch Guardians => Parents (or guardian, in Bro's case)
Pre-scratch Trolls/Alpha kids => Older siblings
Post-scratch Trolls/Beta kids => Younger siblings

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[niceguysalvwaysfinishlast]

[Oh god. Mituna is trying to kill him, he's sure of it. He gasps openly when Mituna fits their hips together at first, and chomps down on his inner cheek. No, god, he hates this. And it keeps happening and his dick has definitely been felt by Mituna's body, it rubbed against him, and oh god no no no.]

Ngh--

[He tries to keep his breathing even, but he's panting--softly, but panting--and his focus keeps wavering between his breathing and the building pressure in his groin. His hips twitch toward Mituna's and he bites his lip to literally bite back a hissed "fuck". He's flushed, he can feel it burning under his skin, if Mituna can't tell what's going on in his downstairs he'd be shocked. He's just waiting, waiting for Mituna to say something about it, but he's not, he's just touching and tangling their legs and moving noodles for him and sounds like normal Mituna and fuck his life.]

Yeah, thanks.

[Cronus cannot say the same about how his two words come out. It came out struggled, way too fast, just get it over with lest his concentration on keeping his dick in his pants break. He clenches his teeth and shuts his eyes for a moment, trying to keep himself calm, but then he looks right back at Mituna and just. He presses back into the wall as much as possible, extra effort with his hips, and scowls at the small noise that he makes in his throat.]

[mitunaoftroy]

[Cronus is fucking reactive, and Mituna is immediately about ten times more taken with him than he was a minute ago. Even in his porn, people don't usually gasp like that, because it's deemed 'unrealistic'. He hadn't hoped he'd find evidence that this was bullshit in person, but here it is.]

[He's never actually had a chance to feel someone get hard against him before, and it's pumping steroids into his sex drive. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see that Cronus has his teeth in his lower lip and fuck, that's hot. The little aborted thrust against him is certainly not intentional and it's doing filthy things to his brain. His dick is hard and heavy inside of his clammy bathing suit, throbbing in a delicious way in time with his heartbeat.]

[He can't help the smirk. He probably looks like a super villain with a hard-on right now, but he really doesn't care.]

You okay there, Cronus?

[His voice doesn't sound casual anymore, and he follows Cronus back against the wall. He rests his forearm over his friend's head for support as he leans in, slowly and deliberately letting his head tilt downwards to check out the bulge in those trunks. He stays silent, letting Cronus have a moment to panic.]

[niceguysalvwaysfinishlast]

[Cronus knows that smirk. He knows it well. It's the smirk of an asshole who's reveling in the way things are going and that is In His Favor. It pisses Cronus off, he sneers at him, but it makes his dick throb something fierce and he's hard now, there's no turning back, it's so easy for him to get hard and this was doomed from the beginning.]

[He keeps the best eye contact with him as he can as Mituna leans with him, leans into him, has his arm over him, and Cronus shrinks a little under him. He triest to shift his legs to hide his boner, but their legs are intertwined and his struggling is already obvious enough.]

I'm fine.

[But oh god oh god oh god Mituna is not--he seriously cannot be--oh fuck he is. He's trapped, Mituna's got him pinned, and he's looking right at his dick tent. Fuck, secret's out, of course it is, just his damn luck.]

[He has one hand over his mouth to muffle anymore goddamn noises, and his other is nudging at Mituna's chest, gently pushing to get the point across, because honestly if he shoves like he might normally do Mituna would fly back into the wall and probably hit his head and Cronus has enough sense to not do that. He just wants to attempt keeping distance, he's embarrassed to all hell that he got a boner from Mituna's fucking existence in a small closet and right in front of him and oh god this fucking sucks. Mituna probably doesn't even--oh wait he has a tent in his trunks, too, once Cronus looks down quickly. Okay, that's cool, this is mutual, but what the actual fuck. He furrows his brow and looks up from their hard, close-proximity dicks. He lowers his hand to settle floating around his neck.]

Could ask the same about you, asshole.

[mitunaoftroy]

[Well, the game seems to have been discovered, but Mituna has the image of Cronus in dim light, pressing against a wall, hard with no way to hide it burned into his brain, and that's enough to keep him going for days, let alone through one sexual encounter. He ignores the way Cronus is trying to push him off, because he's right where he wants to be.]

[He bends at the waist to move his face closer to Cronus', letting the tips of their noses touch. The eye contact is unavoidable, intense and rather intimate, and his tone is quiet and patronizing.]

I'm getting off on your dick getting hard against my hip while you squirm like a whore, dude.

[He doesn't kiss him, he ducks slightly and licks up over Cronus' lips with a flat tongue. He pulls away from his friend's face enough for Cronus to watch him lick his own lips like that had tasted damn good. His pupils are blown so wide he looks drugged, and he grins.]

You're getting off on your best friend in a bathing suit. How are you ever not hard?

[He shifts slightly to the left and thrusts his thigh up between Cronus' legs, getting a little jolt of pleasure from the solid, hot lump that twitches under the friction.]

You like that?

[niceguysalvwaysfinishlast]

[Cronus holds the eye contact with strict devotion, brows drawn tight, and he lowers his hands to clench at his sides. His eyes threaten to flutter shut when their noses touch, the intimacy of it pouring into him.]

[He notably presses harder back against the wall, as if to counter Mituna's claim. He's gritting his teeth together, he doesn't want to make this stop, but he doesn't trust his voice to not hold up against giving in. Also he wants to hide, the room's dark but when he glances around, there's nothing darker and he notices there's really no escape, and not only is his boner all out for Mituna to see, so is rising blush.]

[He makes a noise in the back of his throat when Mituna licks him; it wasn't a kiss, it was close, but he just got fucking licked what the actual hell. He brings his lips in between his teeth, licking the foreign Mituna off of them and really ends up indirectly kissing him by voluntarily ingesting his saliva. Oh god. He releases his lips and his jaw stays dropped slightly, enough for him to pant quietly. The atmosphere is thick, getting thicker, and he feels like he's being sucked into Mituna's overblown eyes.]

[He shakes his head, silently objecting to Mituna's comment. But he grunts and groans at the sudden thrust of pressure hitting his balls and dick. His hips twitch, try to thrust right back, and Cronus starts shaking from holding back his reflexes. And maybe intimidation and embarrassment. Maybe.]

God... [He can't stop shaking in constant, small quakes, and he can't hide or gain the upper hand and god fucking dammit.] Fuck you, Mituna, fuck you.

[mitunaoftroy]

[This is easy. Admittedly, Mituna always knew that Cronus would be easy, but he hadn't really expected him to be easy in this fashion. Just the way he's breathing speaks volumes of the frantic desperation that Mituna is causing and it's so fucking hot that his gut is tingling with arousal. His dick is hard as stone in his swim trunks, so heavy with blood that it's starting to hurt, but it's also so deeply indulgent that he doesn't give a shit.]

Don't even try to tell me you don't want this.

[On the 'want', he grabs down between them and finds Cronus' dick, giving it a vicious squeeze. It's hot through the damp fabric and it gives Mituna a rush of power to hold it in his hand. There's a heartbeat to it and he knows, on a primal level, how important a body part he's holding. It doesn't inspire any kind of gentleness, though, just a wide, toothy grin that's predatory and threatening.]

You want me to take pity on you, Cro?

[He finds the head with his thumb and rubs it roughly through the fabric, knowing how sensitive it is and wanting to make him scream.]

I know nobody'll touch you, even though you're such a slut that you'd take it from anyone, you want this bad, don't you?

[Mituna kisses Cronus then, more with his teeth than his lips, enthusiastic and messy. He adjusts his hold on his friend's clothed cock, grabbing him from the base and giving him a long, slow, tight pull. His voice drops low and throaty.]

You want somebody besides your poor, overworked right hand to make you come, whore? Then beg me.