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Generationstuck Masterpost!

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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[Cronus is such a dick. Sometimes Eridan can't believe they're related, but that fades quickly as he can't help but remind himself of all the ways that points all the fingers to how they very, very much are. Fucking Amporas. They're nasty fuckers, and despite all scrawny-ness and avoidance of too-physical tussles they can throw mean fucking punches. The rings help. Eridan's sure he's bruised in places he's damn glad aren't hurt to the bone, but he can't feel anywhere on his face swelling, which is more than he can say about Cronus. He smirks, thinks about how black and purple his brother's smug face is going to be when he goes back home eventually. He'd high-tailed it out of there when Cronus went down, slammed into the coffee table and everything.]

[But that leaves him without a place to stay for the night, though he could easily just hang out at a coffee shop and slink back in closer to midnight. It's a weekend, his father doesn't keep tabs on his whereabouts on weekends anymore, it'd be easy. Cronus, however, would wait up for him until about 3am, possibly 5am if he was determined to get back at him before sleeping. It's not that Eridan's scared of him, he just really fucking doesn't want to be around Cronus for as long as possible.]

[He really wants to see Sollux. The fight was pretty big, and honestly he'd like to brag to someone about how he triumphed over the big bad brother, told him off, punched him and finally clocked him in the face, along his damn Ampora-beautiful cheekbone. It was also about Sollux, or that's how it started and how it ended. Somewhere in the middle came the flood of insecurities and jealousy and blame, but it was sandwiched between "You're datin' a CAPTOR y'fuckin' DISGRACE" the entire time. He figures the story's a good one to tell about.]

[Eridan whips out his iPhone 5, brand new, fwips over to Sollux's number and calls him. When he picks up, he's quick to interject.]

Sol? I'm headin' over.

[Okay, ow, that pulled muscle in his back is hurting.]

[Everyone is allowed three guesses as to what Sollux is doing when he takes 5 rings to pick up a cell phone that is usually less than a foot from him. If you guess 'coding intently', you're probably right, although 'sex with eridan', 'sleep', and 'loud video games with mituna' are all also acceptable answers. Today, though, the answer is definitely coding. He probably wouldn't have picked up at all if it wasn't Eridan's name on the screen.]

Hel--

[Oh, okay. There's definitely something unhappy in Eridan's voice. He sounds tense and they're usually pretty careful about not just showing up at each others' houses.]

Thit, ED, what'th going on?

[Not that he's going to turn his boyfriend away. His dad and uncle are both still at work, and Mituna is shouting profanity at someone in World of Warcraft across the room. Sollux takes the phonecall into the hallway immediately, actually glad for once that his brother is so out of touch that he doesn't catch the spike of worry in Sollux's voice.]

Ith everything okay, dude?

[Eridan's glad to hear Sollux's voice, though he always is. That stupid lisp that makes Sollux hard to understand sometimes is comforting in its familiarity. He groans into the phone, and it comes out louder and more guttural than he expected it to. Okay, wow, how long has he been holding that in, fuck. He tilts his head back, watches a seagull fly over him.]

Cro knows.

[He pauses. He still hasn't let that sink in, or that he pretty much confirmed it by rising to Cronus' bait. Cronus has a huge thing over him now, but he can at least trust his brother to be scummy enough to not outright blab to their father about it. But he'll worry about that later, he needs to just get to the point and reaffirm his awesomeness as the alpha Ampora kid. Or something. At least tell Sollux the good parts.]

But it's fine, I'm fine. I gave 'im a black eye. He got a couple'a punches in but he's the one who got sent to the floor, fuckin' lightweight.

[Cronus is anything but, it just makes Eridan feel better.]

[It's fairly warm in Sollux's apartment, but that doesn't stop the chill from going right up his spine when that concept sinks in. Shit. Shit. If Cronus knows, not only is the secret out, but that asshole is going to develop renewed interest in Sollux's family, including Mituna. He glances back at their bedroom door, biting his lip. This has the potential to get very bad very quickly.]

Thit.

[But he doesn't have much time to get nervous about that before Eridan's next statement settles. The implications hit too fast to even be distinguished from each other. His boyfriend had gotten in a fist fight with his brother in defense of their relationship. In defense of him. The idea shouldn't stab him in the stomach with abrupt arousal that makes his head spin, but it does. The bubbling warmth of affection in his chest makes more sense.]

Fuck, Eridan, that'th...

[He pauses to swallow and doesn't plan so much as blurt out the next words.]

That'th fucking awethome. How clothe are you to my building?

[So maybe he sounds a little bit intense, but he feels pretty intense right now.]

Edited 2012-09-28 05:15 (UTC)

[Eridan's head snaps back to its normal position, and while his eyebrows furrow his mouth stretches into a grin. He laughs a little, more like a disbelieving, relieved bark than anything. He should have known Sollux would have found it amusing. At least they can refrain from talking about their secret being released to someone of their families. Also god he loves that surge in Sollux's voice, loves it and bites his lip before he can speak.]

Ha, I...yeah, fuck yeah it is! He w'was just goin' on an' on about all this shit an' I fuckin' gave it to 'im right back! Fuckin' amazin', Sol.

[He scratches behind his ear, lets out another airy laugh. He's been so caught up in how pissed off Cronus is and will continue to be, and how angry his father's going to be about marring his elder son's face, and how pissed off he was, that he's just elated to hear someone appreciating him. He's liked that about Sollux, because even if they fight and are awful, they know that they're the best and it's great. It just is. Eridan's walking on air, and he stops on the sidewalk and waves down a cab.]

Pretty far, I didn't take my car, left too fuckin' fast. I've got a taxi, so I can be there in ten.

[He moves the mouthpiece part of the phone to his jaw, talks with the cab driver and gets into the back. Fucking hates cabs, but at least they're pretty common in this area. He lives along the coast, just far enough from the tourist-y spots to be left alone, but close enough to partake in the convenience of public transportation.]

Maybe twelve, dependin' on how fast this fucker goes.

[Mituna is hyper aware of the shift of tension in the boy beneath him. Cronus is pushing them both up off the floor and Mituna's hands scramble at the grain of the carpet for balance. He still gets a little thrill of panic when he's knocked off balance, memories of falls down stairs and intense, unreasoned nausea following treatments. But it passes quickly, and he leans in to bite down on Cronus' shoulder. The fabric of his stupid vintage shirt tastes like sweat and something bitter that is probably his stupid cologne soaked into the cloth.]

[He thrusts down hard with his hips, pushing against Cronus' arch to keep the friction on his groin and keep from getting bucked off.]

Fuck, Cronus, come on, buddy, there you go, yes.

[He's distracted enough that he barely notices how close he is to orgasm until his balls tense up, stomach muscles clenching hard. He bites back down onto Cronus' shoulder, trying to find something to hold onto so his arms don't go out from under him.]

[Cronus flinches at first at the biting, but it doesn't hurt as much as it serves as a sharp reminder that Mituna's there (not like he needed one, but hey). He didn't think this would be much different from masturbating in his bed every single lonely-ass night, but there's an intense difference with another body pressing down against you, fighting your pushing of gravity, making the friction burn with pleasure he never expected could happen over clothes.]

[He tries to say something back, keep it going, but when he opens his mouth and pushes out a noise it's a thick moan that sounds nearly feral. He's getting desperate, he's so close, he's grunting and his "yes"s and "fuck"s and "agh"s are needy growls unmuffled.]

[It all happens in a moment: he clenches and pulls on Mituna's shirt from the sides, his body jerks up, his head falls back as he loudly exclaims "FUCK" (that maybe people on the same floor heard, but really who cares at this point?), and everything releases in an instant. He's panting so hard, groaning and grunting as he shakily tries to roll out his orgasm up against Mituna, his underwear feeling as if it's filled with a flood--or, wait, volcanic fucking eruption of cum that's likely pushing through to his pants but Cronus hasn't the mind to give a shit. He breathes heavily out his mouth, his grip on Mituna's shirt loosening as he comes down from the bright light high.]

F--[pantpantbreathe]--fuuuuuck...fucking fuck, [he leans his head up to put his face in Mituna's shoulder as he groans from his throat.]

[At Cronus' outburst, Mituna's arms do give out. He yelps brokenly as he ends up pressed full-body into his friend just as something warm and wet seeps into the fabric between their groins, which he's already decided he hates.]

Is it weird that I want to feel your dick twitch? Is it weird that I don't care?

[Oh. Oh wait. He said that out loud. Fuck. Well.]

Still don't care.

[Really gotta work on that brain-to-mouth filter thing here. Probably some time when his whole body isn't seizing up with the orgasm that he'd ignored to watch Cronus' face and wish death upon the front of his jeans. Oddly, in the actual moment, he's completely silent, eyes squeezed shut and mouth dropped open in a silent scream as his whole body trembles. It feels like a panic attack with the empty bubble of pressure in his chest pushed down into his groin and filled with something warm and electric, and he's glad he's breathing too hard to talk right now because he doesn't want to verbally compare coming to his emotional problems. Cronus would never let it go.]

[The bubble pops and he goes down, completely limp on Cronus' chest, struggling to breathe and already feeling sticky and hot.]

Did--

[He forces his head up, taking deep breaths to try to counteract the way his chest is constricting.]

Did that just happen?

[Weird? Cronus is some mix of flattered and mildly embarrassed at the comment, because okay while he's always fantasized about getting some, he wasn't really prepared for it to actually happen. The fact it happened and with Mituna of all people is crazy enough, but holy hell the missing brain-to-mouth filter was wonderful, "feel your dick twitch" he never even thought of that being a thing holy shit. He feels a wave of something after Mituna comes, after being there when he tensed and trembled, became silent and came undone right against him.]

[He's actually feeling rather emotional and it's swelling up in his chest and he's really not sure what to do about it.]

You can feel it in your--[huffhuffbreathing]--goddamn mouth sometime, I don't give a shit...

[His hands fall, can't hold onto Mituna's shirt anymore, and he drops his head to the floor to stare up at Mituna. He swallows and tries not to grimace at the warm mess in his pants. After he catches his breath more, he stares up at him and does this half-smile thing that's entirely post-orgasm/I am so fucking in love with you holy shit combo glowy and yeah. He's much less shocked by "fuck yes" and is now just basking all up in it.]

Oh yeah. Ohhh, yeah, that definitely just happened.

[Never doubt the fetishes or crudeness of a boy who visits 4chan as casually as Mituna does. As much as he's speed-closed anything too weird ever since the incident with the horse porn that Horuss apparently keeps on his computer, it gives a boy some ideas. And apparently Cronus is using this to proposition him for oral sex. Cool. He's surprisingly down for that.]

[He was never great with reading body language even before the accident, so it takes him a wary second of examining Cronus' smile before the warmth of it really clicks. This isn't his 'girl in a low cut shirt' smile, or his 'Mituna, you idiot' smile, this is... some other thing. It pulls the plug out of his mounting anxiety, which drains to leave something suspiciously close to awe. It certainly sounds that way when he finds himself talking.]

God, you're so-- Smile like that more often, shit.

[It feels so natural to let his eyes fall shut and lean in to kiss him, lazy and gentle this time instead of biting and rushed.]

[He grins, can't even stop himself, and shuts his eyes as Mituna descends. Their lips meet and it's the most stupid rush of affection Cronus has ever felt. He's tired, elated, and kissing this boy he loved and lost and was cruel to who forgave him and he still loved him and it's a mass of years of bleeding hearts for a boy that's floating away as he kisses Mituna. He even sighs, he's so relieved and all the tense stress of unrequited romance eases out of him. He spent Mituna's recovery and months since trying not to get his hopes up, trying to push them away like he did before, but nope it's feelings time.]

[Cronus brings a hand up and touches Mituna's cheek, hesitantly at first before sliding it along his jaw. He has very little idea of what to do, and he just tipped Mituna's jaw a little to the right while he tilted a bit to the left, and this fitting of lips seems to be working. Mituna's hair is tickling the tips of his fingers, and he just goes for it, slipping his hand into his mess of hair, cupping along his head and rubbing at his scalp.]

[He really hopes this isn't going to be a one-afternoon stand, he's starting to think he couldn't handle that despite what he boasts, or maybe it's just because it's his first time and with Mituna and he wasn't really sure how this was going to work.]

Edited 2012-11-22 04:43 (UTC)

[One of the most consistent parts of Mituna's existence, especially after the accident, is an undercurrent of nervous energy. Afterglow is strange, because even when he's calm he's usually got a foot tapping or hands distracted by some little trinket. Sitting still in class is too painful to manage; his notes are covered in drawings even in his favorite classes.]

[So it feels odd, but natural, to let himself be kissed. All of the nervous energy seems to have been bled right out him as he came down from his orgasm, and it's so easy to just let Cronus lead for a second while he comes back down. He hums softly in encouragement when Cronus' hands find their way into his hair. Now that he's past the panic over physical contact, he's found he likes to be touched when he's coming down from an emotional high, although it seems to be nothing on Sollux. He's seen Eridan help his brother through a panic attack, and he'd been a bit afraid Eridan was hurting Sollux for a minute there.]

[He can't stay in the relaxed kiss for too long, though, because he's still trying to get his breathing back and he's never quite mastered breathing through his nose. He's already got trouble with that because he did kinda get his face smashed into the dashboard of a car a few years back and his nose is a little bit crooked now. He pants against Cronus' mouth for a moment before giving up on supporting his head, tilting his neck, and letting his forehead bump against the carpet.]

. . . You okay?

[The cause of the problem: a faulty door on the cabinet Skaia High's pool toys are kept in. As it turns out, it only opens from the outside. That probably would have been good to know before Cronus and Mituna went on their little adventure.]

[See, the air conditioning is out, it's 3 weeks before graduation, and Mituna had jokingly pulled on the door to the pool during lunch, making a comment about going swimming. Turns out, it wasn't locked. Needless to say, neither of them went to their first afternoon class. Or, as it turns out, any of their afternoon classes. They'd made the executive decision to steal damp towels and bathing suits from the morning gym class, tossing crude comments at each other in the locker room while they changed.]

[It had seemed like a great idea at the time, when Cronus' smirks can be cut off with a splash and all the sweat's been washed off and replaced with chlorine. They're seniors and they're both already into the colleges they'll be attending next year, and it was too damn hot to focus anyways.]

[And then they heard the janitors talking from down the hall, and the panic had been immediate. Mituna quietly thinks it's a miracle he didn't hurt himself when he vaulted out of the water, searching the room for any open door. There's one, but the second they're both safely tucked inside, it becomes apparent that the janitors aren't coming in. The noise fades away and the doors to the pool never open. They wait a few minutes in careful silence. It's dark in the closet, which is barely big enough to contain both of them and all the toys already in there, but there's enough light from the edges of the door that they can see each other. Mituna catches Cronus' eye, nods, and goes to open the door.]

[It doesn't budge. He shakes it firmly and then throws his weight against it. Nothing.]

Shit.

[It's about that time in Cronus' life when literally everything is going for him. He's a senior, almost done with high school, has college in the bag, and no concerns over paying for jack shit. Also Mituna's better, and they've gotten back to how it was before, past all the accidental insults and bullying and awkward togetherness. So, basically, he feels like he's on top of the world, fuck everyone.]

[And like hell Cronus would ever pass up swimming instead of going to classes. Also swimming with Mituna, that was great. He sort of fantasized maybe finally kissing him and pinning him against the pool walls, right in his element. But, no, play time and then panic time that has landed them is this goddamn closet that's apparently locked and their legs are touching and he's trying to keep it to just their legs.]

Are you fucking serious?

[He swats Mituna away, reaching over to grab at the handle and pressing closer to him in the process. He grunts and jiggles the handle, getting gradually more and more violent with the knob until he yells and bangs his fist against the door. He pants from his anger outburst and leans back against the wall, and runs his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back as it usually is only with less dry-poof.]

I don't think there's a swim meet today, so...

[He trails off when he notices that the light from outside the door is pouring in through the top and bottom cracks. He's close up to Mituna, and the light reflects off the droplets in his mop of hair that drip and roll down his face, and as Cronus follows them with his eyes he's left to watch as it trickles down Mituna's shoulder, his chest, his hips--okay basically he's re-realizing how fucking attracted he is to his best friend. The lighting is weird, considering it's only coming from the top and bottom, but it's just enough to see all of Mituna if he looks.]

[Which, due to the proximity, means he has to physically tilt his head down to look and wow talk about obvious. He snaps out of iand clears his throat. May or may not be blushing (spoiler: he is.)]

So! How the fuck should we get out'o here? Since we're obviously stuck an' there's a good chance no one's gonna be in here until tomorrow.

[There's also a pesky float noodle that his leg keeps brushing against and he keeps trying to push it to the side but it keeps coming back and rubbing and agh this was so stupid why the toy closet.]

[Mituna instinctively flinches back when Cronus bangs on the door, pressing against the wall but not quite able to break physical contact intentionally or otherwise. He relaxes marginally when Cronus breaks to catch his breath, still too residually tense from the whole situation to actually calm down.]

Well, maybe the janitor will... get us out...

[Following Cronus' line of sight takes about a second before it clicks that oh, he's very obviously checking him out. It's not like it's unusual for Cronus to take in an eyeful of anyone showing any degree of skin, but that was more than an appreciative glance. That was full on ogling, and he can feel the moment Cronus notices what he's doing and snaps to attention. Mituna was ready for that flash, knows it from porn and careful observation that he probably shouldn't do in class, and sees the twist of embarrassment in Cronus' features even before the blush becomes prominent enough to notice. The little throb of arousal hits him low in the stomach and his cock gives a faint twitch of interest.]

[He has a momentary fight over giving in to impulse or not, and decides just to let it be. He shifts his stance under the pretense of leaning against the door and getting his back off the wall, but the movement brings him close enough to Cronus that their thighs brush briefly. The skin is still chilled from the water. Mituna kinda likes it.]

Janitors come in to check the filters every night, right?

[He's close enough that he could count the freckles on his friend's nose, if he wasn't so much more interested in watching for subtle changes in his eyes and mouth.]

[Cronus curses after his intake of breath when their thighs brush. It's cold, the wet kind of clammy, and they slip right against each other and wow he is way too hyperaware of everything. He shoves the noodle again as he squirms to make it seem like he was just shoving the noodle that didn't need to be shoved to mask the squirming fuck he can't get a damn boner no self no.]

Uh, yeah, they have to if they want to keep their damn jobs. If anythin' they should notice all our shit in the locker room.

[He tries to glance down at Mituna again, but now that they're proximity has tightened he really can't without being WAY MORE OBVIOUS THAN BEFORE. He's pretty sure if his tilted his head any lower he'd bump against Mituna. He grimaces at this realization. Dammit. No eye candy for him without being "here let me forehead bump you as I stare down at your mostly naked wet body" and yeah no.]

Until then we're just fuckin' stuck standin' here, I don't think there's even room to sit down.

[Okay maybe if they sat with their legs all in each other's laps they could, but Cronus isn't about to suggest that while he's checking out Mituna and trying really hard not to start thinking about getting a hold on what's under those trunks. Also he's sure that damn noodle would just fall on top of him, fuck that thing.]

[Fuck. Yes. The discomfort in Cronus' posture and the way he moved is painfully obvious. The idea comes to him in a rush and he leans forward, pressing their hips snugly together. He ignores this externally, reaching over Cronus' shoulder to grab the pool noodle that's been molesting his friend and shoving it behind his back. It's poking at Mituna's bare feet now, but it gives him an excuse to move another inch forward and rub his hip into the damp fabric keeping him from Cronus' dick. He can feel it through the bathing suit, not hard but very present in a way that is highly satisfying. He has the urge to grab him there, to squeeze tightly as it gets hard between his fingers, and then maybe just grind slowly, too slowly, make him admit how easy he gets it up and how bad he wants it--]

[Okay, now he's half-hard, that really wasn't the intention here. He's got his excuse to be actually pressed into Cronus' body over with, so he shifts back, just enough to keep their pelvic areas separate while their legs are still entangled. He swallows carefully before he tries to talk.]

Thought you'd want that motherfucker out of the way, if we're going to have to stand here for god knows how long.

[Good, he sounds vaguely annoyed instead of horny, he's so good at this. And by that, I mean he's not abysmally terrible at it. Small victories.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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?

Edited 2012-11-29 08:03 (UTC)

[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.

[This wasn't the first time he and Mituna took refuge in the basement, loaded up on snacks and food from the kitchen, stocked the basement fridge with sodas, and made sure Eridan was permanently locked outside of said basement. The TV was always turned up to tune out his 9-year-old pounding on the door and crying about them being mean and something about Feferi being at daycare and blah blah bah, fuck little brothers. It was best friend time involving playing video games and watching movies that had just come out for purchase hours before.]

[And, ever since Cronus discovered the NC-17 channels, they sometimes watch porn. At night, mostly, there's still a paranoia that Cronus' dad might unlock the door and either come down himself or let Eridan toddle down to plop snug between them. Eridan was in bed by this point, and Mr. Ampora just generally didn't give a shit unless said little brother was making a racket at the door and waking him up or something.]

[Today's particular porn is a shitty movie that was "hardcore" and so far there's been plot, boobs, plot, bathroom fucking, and plot. And "plot" was actually just "bad transitional acting to move along this poor excuse for a story" but whatever, boobs and vaginas. And dicks. That awkward attraction to dicks.]

[It's a little bit nerve-wracking to walk into Cronus' basement now. It didn't use to be; in fact, it was one of the places Mituna was most relaxed as a child. He's dragged his stupid winnie the pooh sleeping bag in and out of this room more times than he can count, it's almost as comfortable here as it is in his own house.]

[Or, rather, it used to be. Because now he comes into this room trying to walk naturally with a wad of tissues shoved into the front of his tighty whiteys(which he only hasn't replaced with boxers for this exact purpose). They watch porn in here, and it's the only sexual stimulation Mituna ever gets. They have a decorative pillow settled between them, but that's not really much of a defense when Mituna is planning on rubbing himself to orgasm with his best friend less than 3 feet away. He's pulled it off twice so far and he's still waiting for the day Cronus looks over and catches him.]

[But it's way too tempting, so, he'll just have to wait for that day. He's caught sight of tents in his friend's pants too, so at least it's not weird that he's turned on. And really turned on, actually. The man on the screen is unusually loud for what little porn he's experienced, and he's grown pretty fond of the ones where both actors make noise.]

[He's watching Cronus more than the movie right now, trying to figure out if he's engaged enough that he won't notice if Mituna starts tending to the throbbing in his jeans.]

[Cronus officially really likes kissing. He always thought so, yeah, but also thought fucking would greatly override the joy of mashing lips. Maybe the slow kissing with gentle hums and light touches is different from furious passionate kissing like he's seen in movies and whatever, but whatever, he likes this. It also helps that he's in control of this one, taking the lead, and no surprise that he likes that, too.]

[There's a weird moment when they separate and Mituna pants on his mouth that Cronus manages to breathe in the same time Mituna breathes out and it's weird in the "but I don't need CPR" sense but whatever. He hitches with the rush of foreign air, gets over it, and smiles pretty wide when Mituna bumps the carpet. It's very relaxed right now, Cronus isn't really sure what's going on now; he's not gonna say anything about that thought.]

Vwery okay.

[His legs are shaking, and even when he sets them to rest, stretched out, they're still trembling. He breathes against Mituna's ear and his rat's nest mop of hair, takes in the smell of sweat and the underscore of inherent Mituna. He scratches gently at his hair, nigh lovingly.]

You?

[Mituna moans happily when Cronus gets his fingers into his hair, because wow, he's a lot more sweaty and hot than he'd realized. It feels wonderful to get a little bit of air through his ridiculous hair. Shit, he's going to need a shower or his hair is going to be a nasty, sweaty mess for the rest of the afternoon.]

[But, what the hell, that can be dealt with later. His whole body is floating on the afterglow and he feels--]

Fucking fantastic.

[His voice sounds so affectionate and tired and happy that it's best described as gooey, and he knows he'll regret it later, but it's really hard to give a fuck right now. He forces his head up off the floor just enough to sleepily smirk at his friend.]

You were really desperate for that, huh?

[It doesn't even have his usual level of mockery in it, though, and he follows it up by nipping at Cronus' jaw and nudging his nose against his cheek.]

[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.

[Cronus has managed to be oblivious to Mituna's past instances of same couch masturbation, too involved with the porn on the TV to really care, but past times and this he did actually notice Mituna's stiffer walking. There's also an unusual blockiness to Mituna's crotch that's not usually there, but it's not like Cronus is constantly checking out his best friend's crotch at any chance he can grab, nope. He just. notices things, yeah. Nothing to do with having observed Mituna's crotch at school versus his crotch when they're going to watch porn together.]

[He always ends up squirming at some point from not being able to get off. He doesn't want to be so damn obvious by excusing himself to the bathroom, so he just toughs it out until "I need to pee from all this soda we've been drinking" becomes a valid alibi and he gets off in a few strokes in the bathroom. It doesn't really help that at some point he starts zoning out during the movie and his mind wanders into fantasyland. What if he and Mituna caught each other's eyes, both wanting the same thing, and then they'd start making out and all the movie stuff without a word, like magic or something. It's a fantasy, but Cronus has a million possible situations in his head and how to react to a just in case situation.]

[That said, though, he rarely looks at Mituna during this anyway. He doesn't want his best friend getting all weird about hanging out with him watching porn if he gets caught looking. He usually counters this by initiating Zone Out Mode, which he's half into at this point.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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?

[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.

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