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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[mitunaoftroy]

[Mituna's gaze lingers nervously on Cronus for a great deal longer than is strictly necessary before he takes the plunge. His dick is hot and hard inside its cocoon of tissues, but even with that to muffle the sensation, it doesn't take him that long to get off. He's working on his overall stamina in the shower at home, but speed is of the essence when he's in Cronus' basement.]

[He's had his hands resting lightly on his thighs since they sat down, pausing only to take gulps of soda. He uses one of those to cover how he moves his hand, in case the motion catches Cronus' eye. As he leans forward to grab his can of soda, he shifts his other hand over the lump in his jeans, and leaves it there when the soda is safely back on the table. He waits a beat before he presses his palm hard into the nest of tissues, letting his eyes fall half-closed as the pleasure slides easily up his spine. It's so much less sharp, through all these layers, and the slow build is both intriguing and frustrating.]

[It's at this point that he stops watching Cronus, because that's rule number two, after 'Don't get caught'-- if you do get caught, don't let him think you're trying to catch his eye. That would go from awkward teasing fodder to potential end of a friendship in about five seconds.]

[Mituna can't get a grip on the line of his cock through all the tissues, but it isn't difficult to rub steady friction against it, hand laying mostly flat, with the exception of when his fingers start to twitch towards the end, when he starts to get desperate and the barrier between his hand and a quick orgasm starts to seem demonic.]

[niceguysalvwaysfinishlast]

[Cronus vaguely sees Mituna's leaning and drinking from the corner of his eye, but he's not really looking or paying attention. For whatever reason, though, hearing the gentle thump of soda meeting the table snaps him out the beginning stages of Zone Out Mode, and he spends a moment readjusting to reality. Well, that was obviously from Mituna, so it wouldn't be too weird to see what the fucking deal was, he was drifting into fantasyland.]

[He glances over and--oh. Oh. Oh god. There is no way that that is anything but dick rubbing and wow okay. He flicks his eyes back to the TV, shifts in his seat, ponders on how he should maybe go about this. Okay, so, he's mentally prepared himself a thousand times over, sort of. Daydream him was more confident and Master of Sex than anywhere near how he felt right now, leaning into the couch cushion, dick throbbing against his jeans especially now that he knew what Mituna was doing just a foot or so away from him. So he just...has to play it cool. Maybe he can get some D, maybe Mituna's into this kind of thing and oh god what if he's not oh well if not he can just. play it off as a joke or something, yeah. Either way it'll be pretty funny to interrupt him mid-masturbation.]

[He scratches his head and looks over at Mituna partially, head facing toward him but his eyes going between Mituna's face, Mituna's crotch+hand, and the TV.]

Hey! Uh--need a hand there, chief?

[Okay, not as smooth as he wanted, but it'll do. Can't take back the excited stimulated teenager voice trying to be all suave and cool. He's flushed to his freckled cheekbones, and despite the hint dropping he squirms to cover how hard he is.]

[mitunaoftroy]

[The slow build is the sort of thing Mituna likes to focus on, out of an irrational fear that distraction will manage to cut him off in the middle, but it seems that Cronus is the sort of distraction that forces it's way in.]

Nuh--

[He jerks his hand away from his groin with a distressed noise. His dick twitches at the loss of contact, and his heart is abruptly trying to pump blood frantically into his face as well as between his legs. The arousal and shock are not a good combination for wit, so he just stares at Cronus with alarm painted all over his face. Coincidentally, in front of them, the girl on the screen gets something completely different painted all over her face.]

I, uh, um.

[He's holding his hands up in the 'it wasn't me' pose, but the tissues aren't quite enough to hide his boner and he totally just got caught. After a few seconds of holding the defensive stance, he goes limp and sighs.]

Busted. You pissed?

[niceguysalvwaysfinishlast]

[Oh boy, how could he even be mad after watching Mituna like this? His grin spreads, krinkles patches of freckles, at the look on his friend's face. Busted, indeed. He spares the movie one more brief stare before he decides to be a good friend and focus on his friend's problems. And his own. Mostly his own via Mituna's.]

Naaah, it's toootally natural, ain't it? Look, we're a couple'a guys watchin' porn, of course you're gonna get all turned on like that.

[And there goes the decorative pillow separating them, Cronus has swatted it off the couch and to the ground with more gusto than he really intended. Now it's no hiding, all exposed with no fluffy barrier between them.]

But no seriously, need a hand there? You and I are in the same predicament...

[He motions vaguely to Mituna's boner and his own beyond his leg shield that he's yet to lower.]

And it's, eh, not gay or weird if it's just over clothes, yeah? No mess, ain't gotta talk about it ever again.