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The neon pinks and purples of the arcade danced across the machines, reflecting off their metallic surfaces and gliding gently across skin and fabrics alike. Reaching even the darker recess of the mildly risky sections, isolated from public access for optimal solo gaming conditions, the faint wisps of those soft colored lights provided just enough of an ambiance to The Administrator and whoever he was supervising. The Administrator was proud of his work. He and his arcade were trusted by the most influential game developers in the field with testing upcoming releases, no matter the genre, game mechanics or its visuals, and fortunately the people he chose to aid him in these endeavors were always very dedicated to their job. Waaah, I'm so lucky.... , he thought to himself, a giddy smile pulling at his lips as he walked closer to the machine's monitor, currently displaying the player's point of view. Fellow’s Guts, the virtual reality murder mystery game that had been haunting forums for years on end. A long awaited project, teased over and over by the developers since their company first exploded amongst public recognition, one that still hadn't been released, due to internal creative disputes and strange, unfixable bugs... Allegedly. And it was right there, at the reach of Doppio's fingertips, being played on his machine by none other than one of the people he trusted most in the world. Piercing yellow eyes looked away from the tablet in his hands, scanning over the body that twitched in response to the game. Right now, they were testing Dylan's route, the "mysterious bartender with a heart of gold, one that had an unfortunate tendency to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time". The developers’ notes didn't say much on this one, remarking only that other testers reported injuring themselves during a couple of scenes “as their bodies reacted instinctively to visual and auditory stimuli” ... but Doppio wasn't too worried. His special gaming machinery was top notch quality after all. The padded seat, arm rests and back offered nothing but optimal levels of support and comfort, and the custom-made helmet guaranteed not only complete immersion of the senses, but also added protection against possible head bumps. Besides that, there was also the smart safety harness, that both prevented the user from falling off the chair and offered integration features similar to controller vibrations in more modest gaming systems. He really didn't have to worry about much, his only job being sitting around as the player tested the game, marking down any deviation from what was planned according to the documents sent by the developers. It was exciting to be this close to upcoming releases, and see firsthand how they worked... But it could also be boring at times, as not every story is as interesting to someone merely observing than actively engaging in the gameplay. Doppio snapped out of his thoughts as he heard hitching breaths and mumbled words breaking the quietness of the room, his eyes zeroing on the fluttering chest of his dearest game tester. He took a quick look at the screen, the scene displaying Dylan towering over the player as he cornered them against the bar, and felt a slight flush creeping up his neck at the reminder of the game's age restriction label. Although it wasn't the first erotic game he encountered, it certainly was the first one to be tested in his arcade, and per the developers request at that, so you can't really blame him for being... Curious. The characters were close, Dylan’s body mere inches away from the game's MC, whispering something about investigations, looking into dangerous places and whatnot. His eyes, eerily similar to Doppio's, bore into the viewer's with an intent strong enough to have the administrator himself clearing his throat. That effect was apparently even stronger on the one sitting at the machine, who flinched back with a surprised noise as the harness heated up to emulate Dylan's proximity. The scene continued, with something about Dylan feeling conflicted between duty and his heart, and then the player had to make a choice: to push the man away, or to give in. Doppio waited, holding his breath as the game's UI showed the player hovering the cursor over the second option, seconds passing as slowly as honey drizzled from a spoon before…
A choice has been made.
The body in the chair tensed in surprise as Dylan moved to kiss the MC, and Doppio’s eyes were transfixed by the rapidly heaving chest as the characters in the game shared a passionate kiss. He watched with rapt attention as a pink tongue licked dried up lips, only for them to be caught and worried between teeth, and felt heat spreading over his body as that familiar voice let small gasps escape in poorly concealed interest Doppio noticed out of the corner of his vision that Dylan had stripped his shirt off and was in the process of removing the MC’s, one of his hands pushing the fabric while the other seemingly groped the other’s chest. The squirming in the chair intensified, legs rubbing together in what seemed an almost unconscious movement. One that compelled Doppio to come closer, to ignore the tiny voice at the back of his head that called him a pervert… It compelled him to indulge in his growing desire and look . And so he did. He looked as nipples hardened beneath the soft shirt ( ‘remember to wear comfortable clothes for testing’ ), as the torso pressed back and rubbed against the padded chair ( ‘it feels like getting a warm hug, right?’ ), as soft gasps and choked whines danced in the air (‘do you usually scream this loud with all horror games?!’ )... He couldn’t stop looking , and soon enough, as Dylan traced a finger down the MC’s body, Doppio also felt the growing need to touch . He was never one to deny himself what we wanted. “Hey, can you… Can you hear me? Do you hear me?” he asked, clearing his throat as his voice felt raspy, heavy with desire… but there was no answer, not a hitch on the soft gasps nor a still of squirming legs that could indicate he was heard. “Hello? Hello hello?” still, nothing. Doppio held his breath as he extended a tentative hand, placing his fingers right against that inviting throat in a soft caress, mouth open in awe at the quickened heartbeat and responsive flutter. He let his fingers trace down until he no longer touched the skin directly, that barrier of fabric making the contact feel even more intimate, calling attention to the sheer depravity of what he was doing, to the heat pooling inside his pants. He traced the soft pudge of covered skin, right by where the harness sat, a barely there press of nails that elicited a low groan to sound from right above his head. “... You sound… So…” he sighed, tablet forgotten on a table nearby as he raised his now free hand to join the other in teasing the perked up nipples, pressing lightly against them “... So shameless.” The body beneath him writhed as he grew bolder, pinching and pulling on the soft flesh beneath him as he let out a hum of nothing else but pure satisfaction at the reactions he elicited. He knelt to the ground, the heat of both bodies mixing as he towered closer and spoke with desire clear in his voice “Lying there, just taking it… Whatever I do to you…” As if sensing how close he got, those enticing hips moved in a needy roll closer to Doppio’s body, chasing what it thought were phantom, illusory touches that matched the pleasurable scenes from the game. Giving into his perverted curiosity, Doppio stopped one of his hands, slowly bringing it further down instead, tracing the shape of their waist and hips, pressing the palm of his hands against the outside of a thigh before curling it inwards . His eyes were glued to the face before him as his hand inched up, little by little, drinking in every reaction, and he could feel the pulse of pleasure that rushed through the other’s veins as his hand cradled against heat , the other’s sharp moan mixing surprise and relief harmonizing with his own drawn out groan. He felt frozen, incapable of doing anything more than admiring the way those hands gripped the arm rests, fingers he’d praised before for flawlessly acing quick-time events now digging into the dark padding of the chair and twitching with the slightest change in pressure from his hand. Licking his lips, he felt something greedy surging inside his chest. More . “Yes, yes, yes, just like that…” he rasped out, angling his hand with wide eyes as that shameless, needy thing rubbed against his skin, back and forth, seeking pleasure from his hand, from him , a pleasure that no game could ever grant. Hearing the choked off moans and whispered pleas coming from above did nothing but spur Doppio on as he shuffled forward, his heavy breathing flowing against that tantalizing, covered chest that heaved in tandem with the roll of those hips. Although the sight of the harness painted the most delicious picture, right now he needed to kiss, needed to press his teeth against that soft skin and see as it bloomed for him, because of him . "Come on, come on …!" he complained, fingers quickly undoing the safety latches at the top portion of the straps, before he lost his patience and brought his other hand up to just get them off . Whatever remained of his control was spent making sure he didn't accidentally pop any buttons or rip any fabric, a last edge of worry and caution making him afraid of startling the other too forcefully out of that pleasant fantasy. Moaning victorious at seeing the expanse of skin that had been plaguing his mind for longer than he cared to admit, his prize, he leaned forwards and latched his lips directly around one of the tantalizing nipples. Doppio licked and sucked hungrily, trailing the lightest bites down towards a fluttering stomach and back up again. He worried the skin between his teeth, sucking it just enough to make the evidence of his desire visible, to placate for a moment the possessiveness that urged him to mark, to claim what belonged to him. He nuzzled a particularly defined teeth imprint right beneath the left chest, and let his hand trail lower, blackened nails dancing against uncovered skin until they bumped against the fabric of the pants, that annoying barrier that hid what he coveted most. He was vaguely aware of those delighted moans slowly gaining a confused edge to them, each rub of his fingers and nip of his teeth pulling back the hazy veil and turning that fantasy into reality. Surely, it felt too good to be only a product of a silly VR game, and as he continued trailing his lips lower and lower, he had a suspicion his little helper didn’t mind the end of the façade… Not in the slightest. Not by the way his name poured oh so sweetly from those lips, the “Doppi?... Oh, oh my go… Hgnn…Doppio… ” tinged with an edge of uncertainty and yet so hopeful that it only encouraged him to bite harder. Not by the way goosebumps raised beneath each pass of his lips, and those tantalizing, slutty hips raised to aid him in removing the pair of pants that hid what he wanted most. Not by the large, wet stain in the underwear right front of him, the smell of want and desire pulling the needy whine from his throat, just like a puppy who caught a whiff of his favorite treat. “... Oh… You’re… dripping…” his voice rasped out, thumb pressing against the darkened patch of fabric, the resulting squelching noise only stroking the already burning desire in his veins. “So wet, so so so wet for me… You can’t even hear me now, can you? Fuck…” He couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him, senses completely taken over by the spectacle. The way the chair restricted his partner’s movements, body shivering and twitching in frustration as it failed to chase pleasure exactly the way it wanted to… the poorly concealed gasps, harmonizing with wet sounds of arousal as Doppio’s fingers changed their rhythm against soiled underwear… It was all too much for his self-restraint. “I wonder… If you taste as good as you look…” the man whispered, pausing his touches long enough to hook his fingers around the waistband of the soft fabric and yank it off. Fuck the immersion, he needed it. With a victorious moan, he pressed his tongue against the other’s pulsing arousal and licked, hands clutching trembling thighs, pushing them up and open. He could barely hear for a moment over the rush of blood in his ears, the victorious feeling of finally claiming what was his taking over his senses, but he was fairly sure he had heard the sound of hard plastic clashing against the floor somewhere to his left. He couldn’t even be bothered to look over and check what exactly that had been, he felt like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to… He felt consumed with the need for more . All decorum pushed aside, he licked and sucked, feeling wetness dripping down his chin. With a particularly violent twitch of the hips beneath him, he shuffled closer and slid his hands down, letting the thighs he previously held aloft fall upon his shoulders so he could pull his prize closer to him, press harder against that delicious arousal and feel it pulse against his tongue. Doppio pulled back for a moment, a string connecting his reddened lips to the wet mess between those legs, and gave into the impulsive desire to stick his tongue out and let some of that mixture of fluids dribble down as he looked up , straight into widened eyes, no longer concealed by the helmet and VR set. Just the thought of the sight he made then and there had him shivering with a strange voyeuristic excitement, an electric current running straight down his spine and into his confined dick. He wondered what he looked like… His face must have been a reddened mess, eyes feverish with want and desire that had been painfully suppressed for months on end. His chin glinting with fluids, drool still leaking from abused lips and trailing down his throat. And what a sight must be his tongue, stretched out and twitching against the cold air of the arcade, missing the wet warmth of his beloved’s hole… Doppio also knew how well his uniform fit him, fabric clinging to his skin to the point it left very little to the imagination. He could feel the wetness soaking part of his shirt’s collar, bringing attention to his own heaving chest as he held back from diving down to taste more, to mark every inch as his. He could also feel himself harder than ever inside his pants, and it was only pure hedonistic satisfaction that held his eyes glued to the face in front of him. He needed to catch every change in expression as those alluring eyes trailed down his body, and widened even more at the bulge they found. His smirk grew, the reactions his body elicited on the other feeling like the highest praise, and he couldn’t resist the urge to tilt his head in mock worry. “Are you feeling okay?... Your breath is… So, so heavy…” He didn’t really wait for a response as he bent forwards, moans muffled as he occupied his mouth once again. The tightness in his pants was starting to become unbearable, however, and it felt impossible to divert his attention away from the pulsing heat that danced between pain and pleasure. As one hand came up, fingers joining the dance of his tongue, the other shot down to hastily open his pants, barely pulling the zipper all the way down before reaching into his underwear and finally freeing himself. His hand started to work his cock up, the immediate relief pulling a satisfied exhale out of his chest. Fucking finally . Feeling reinvigorated, he pressed his lips harder against the wet arousal in front of him, paying close attention to the reactions that each swipe of his tongue and probe of his fingers elicited, and making sure to go back again and again to the most pleasurable spots. He felt dizzy, the bolts of pleasure brought by his own hand mixing with the absolute satisfaction of feeling used as hips rolled against his face, almost humping him in mindless want now that his hands no longer held the other down. Soon enough the rough warmth of his hand wasn’t enough to satisfy his urges, his cock bobbing as he released it with a frustrated grunt. With one last bite to the inside of the thighs hugging his head, he rose up on his knees, his eyes meeting the heated gaze with equal fervor. “You want me, I know you want me, come on… Come on, show me where you want me, scream how much you want this…” Doppio said, bending forward to nuzzle one of the nipples in front of him as he lifted his hand to trail fingers where his mouth had previously been. He coated his fingers in the pooled mess of fluids, and brought them lower, rubbing against that tantalizing entrance he had quite literally dreamed about for so long. With an apologetic kiss, he pressed one digit inside, the want to be careful and considerate quickly losing the battle against the sheer wave of desperation that consumed him at the tightness, the heat , that engulfed him oh so well. It didn’t take long for a second finger to join that first, his cock feeling harder than it had ever been as the pressure increased. ‘As if your hungry hole is eating me up…’ , he thought with a smirk as he pulled his fingers almost all the way out, curving them slightly at the end before plunging them back inside in a forceful thrust. The broken gasp that escaped from between those enticing lips only served to incite him further, his fingers picking up the pace as he trailed his mouth along the marked chest, up to the neck. Going in tandem with moaned out “ yes ”, “ fuck, there! ”, “ no no no, back, more, please” , he worked his fingers with quick motions, and rose up to glue his lips to the other’s cheek in a slow kiss, trailing the pecks to the side until he had an earlobe between his teeth. A tug, a gentle nuzzle and then… “In, in so deep… So so deep, I want it… I want to put it in, put it deep, take you against this chair…” he groaned, his voice rough and filled with palpable desire. He felt how that hole fluttered around his fingers at the sound of his voice, at the warmth of his breath dancing across that tantalizing neck. He could feel his cock leaking profusely, and his mind was fuzzy to the point of begging. So he did.“Please, please, please … Let me fuck you, nice and hard, please …” A hesitant breath, chest heaving in a big gulp of air before… A small nod of the head. A whispered out affirmative, choked out at first, but sounding clearer, stronger on the second try. A small plea, all that he needed. With a speed that surprised even the man himself, Doppio rolled back his weight and sprung up to his feet. Removing his fingers as slowly as he could muster so as to not hurt his partner, he brought the soaked hand to lube himself up, eyes glued to the moving figure in the chair. He couldn’t help but let out an excited groan as that hole was exposed, presented to him as a gift, and the urge to fuck it deep only barely won over the desire to kneel back down and feast on it once more. He supported his weight on the chair with his free hand, bending forwards until the head of his cock touched the fluttering entrance. With a shaky groan, Doppio pushed past the initial tension, past that last barrier that stopped him from claiming what he wanted most, the sheer tightness and heat making him lightheaded for a split second before all his senses sharpened up. It felt like every nerve ending was lit on fire, and he didn’t know if he should close his eyes out of pure bliss, or keep them open to look, burn every detail to memory. The way those legs splayed open, resting on the armrests of the chair and framing beautifully the place their bodies turned one, how those pretty lips were unabashedly open as moans poured out, how his cock went in and out of sight as it fucked deeper and deeper… “Can you… Can you feel me?” he gasped with another twitch of his hips. “You feel so good … So good for me… Ah …” Slow and steady, Doppio picked the pace of his thrusts up, driving his cock inside deeper and deeper, until their hips finally met. The slow, tight drag around him was maddening, each time he pulled out he wanted nothing more than to force himself back in. The sound of slapping skin joined the melody of moans and grunts, as the man fucked the other with increasing abandon. He rested one knee up on the cushioned seat, pulling his partner to meet his thrusts as if he was toying with a fleshlight, each squirm and squeeze sending another burst of pleasure through him. “Yes, moan for me… Fuck … Louder… Louder …” the words poured out of him without his control, pleasure loosening his tongue more and more. “Hot, so so hot… Ghn… Kiss, need, fuck, kiss… ” He bent forwards, stilling his hips for a split second so he could wrap his arms around the other and lift . Doppio pressed their bodies together, feeling shaking arms wrapping around his shoulders and legs clinging to his waist before he fucked his cock even deeper inside, further than he felt would be possible. With their weight now supported by the chair’s backrest, he put all his energy into drilling his hardness inside that warm hole, claiming it fully as his. He looked into eyes as feverish as his and gave into the want to claim those lips as thoroughly as he had claimed the rest of that body. Doppio kissed with the same energy and enthusiasm as he fucked, barely giving themselves a moment to breathe as they rapidly approached their orgasms together. In a last selfish act, he brought one of his hands down to the place where their bodies joined, pressing against the raised rim with a mean chuckle. “Come on, you’re so close, so close for me… You feel so tight, so good …” Sliding his finger back up, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, his hand playing with all the spots he discovered previously using his tongue in a final effort to tip his lover over that tantalizing edge. His gasped moans shortly gave way into a victorious exhale as he felt the twitching increase, a sharp moan echoing louder than all others in the room as his dick felt like it was being strangled and the other came… hard . Doppio groaned as he fucked the other through orgasm, each overstimulated squeeze getting him closer to bliss. In no time everything in him tightened up, white exploding behind his eyelids as he closed his eyes, bit down hard on the neck offered up to him, and shot his load deep inside the other. A strangled cry, one that felt like it was ripped out of his chest, accompanied the neverending thrust of his hips. He rode out that high as much as he could, fucking out every last drop of his cum deep inside until the arm that cradled him close thumped his back in a silent plea for mercy. With a groan, he let their bodies fall completely against the chair, turning slightly on his side to not crush the other with his weight, and basked in that hazy wave of pleasure that was slowly coming back down. Their shaky breaths were the only sounds left, barely there, as a couple of blissful seconds passed. Then… “... I guess you just unlocked a new achievement… What a gamer!”