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Their faces were inches from each other both in positions they were unaccustomed to, Anton was caged in between Owen’s arms with pale hands in his hair; Owen sat with his full weight on top of the other, feeling hands on hips that for once didn’t give him the ick. They were comfortable in their least favorite way and even liked it. Neither of them knew where to start.“Hear me out Big R, we fuck and then afterwards we try to talk that out. Clear minds and all that shit from busting one out.”Owen answers by kissing the boy below him again, surprised by the fact he only just beginning to turn hard while sitting on top of Anton. The warm hands on his waist traveled under his shirt. He realizes he can fully let go, he can release the thoughts he had built up in his mind.He grinds down on Anton’s stomach, moaning into his mouth. He can feel Anton’s hands tightening around his waist to keep him close as he lifts his hips from the ground rut against him. They do this for a while, feeling the other get more and more excited until Owen separates them again, a string of spit connecting them."I really want you to fuck me."This is the line that finally takes Anton out. His shock and disbelief is palpable and Owen laughs seeing his eyebrows shoot upward, shocked they didn't fly away.“Why are you so surprised? ”“No dude ever offer to bottom with me.”“Dude, I’ve known I was gay since I was like 10,” Owen smile hasn’t left his face as he rambles. “What the hell is the prostate for if not that like-” Owen can feel himself about to go on a tangent before Anton pulls him down by his shirt to kiss him. He forgets entirely what he was mad about and sighs into the kiss, Anton had such nice lips it was hard for him not to get lost. Anton separated them this time.“I’m loving the enthusiasm my man, but I don’t really have the uh…equipment to fuck you. I’m sure we can work on making that possible later on so for now you’ll be the one on top.”Owen hums happily. That word later made his heart pump faster in his chest. He pipes up one last question.“Can I at least suck your dick?”The mental whiplash Anton goes through is so refreshing. He feels his anxiety rising at the thought of Owen heading down there but Owen looked genuinely so excited that Anton forces his apprehension away and nods.Owen lights up, quickly shuffles the two around so that Anton’s legs rested over Owen’s thighs. Grabbing Anton’s arms to wrap around to clasp behind his neck, two large, warm hands wrap around under his knees and before Anton knows it, he is up in the air, only being held by Owen.The sensation is a new one but far from unwelcome, no one has ever held him in their arms like this. He has a flashback to their day on the beach when he described his type being someone who can lift him up without a struggle. He knows now he was talking about Owen subconsciously.Owen sets him down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in between Anton’s legs and hands on his partner’s belt buckle. Anton can feel his hidden anxieties bubbling up in his chest as Owen undid his belt, button and zipper. Past experiences played back in his mind on a loop, every person that had a negative reaction to what was in his pants made him grip the sheets of the bed in fear. Hiding the fear from his face is easy but the worry from his eye can be seen crystal clear.His pants and underwear hit the ground and there is complete silence. Owen’s face is neutral as he takes him all in. Anton has to shut his eyes in anticipation of what Owen will say just like back at the police station. The engorged clit that he calls his dick stands through his hairy pubes, leaking juices make some of the hair shiny and some strands stick together. He didn’t think he’d be getting any action any time soon thus saw no reason to landscape downstairs; If he was honest with himself he never enjoyed that task and was lazy about it. He is now beginning to regret his lack of forethought or care.Owen licking a stripe on the underside of his cock makes him jerk, a moan forced out of him that he quickly covers with his hand. Opening his eyes he can see how excited the redhead in front of him was. His hands rested on the inner part of his thighs kneading the fat there gently. He ran another broad lick over his hole and up his clit again. The pleasure was so intense Anton laid down and arched his back, hands moving from the crumpled up sheets to Owen’s hair pulling him in close. Owen took the invitation and dived in, removing Anton’s boxers and jeans from around his ankles and throwing his thighs over his shoulders; his hands held his thighs tight to his ears like ear warmers. Anton could hear himself babbling, something about it being too much but his hands tightening in Owen’s hair bringing him in closer contradicted himself. He was embarrassed by how quickly he broke but he could hardly blame himself, he had never had anyone go down on him before. The real kicker was when Owen wrapped his lips around his T-dick and sucked. Throwing his head back into the mattress with a loud curse he squeezed Owen’s head between his thighs, even tensing up so hard he could feel pops in parts of his leg.Owen was in heaven. The musky and salty tasting slick Anton produced was far better then any dick he had ever sucked. He kept sucking, listening out for any negative cries from the man above him but hearing no complaints as he got pulled impossibly closer. A hand slowly trailed its way from outer thigh to inner, tracing and retracing spots Owen wanted to make sure he remembered. Patches of eczema and cellulite; trails of pimples and moles, he wanted to take it all in. His hand glides to Anton's inner thigh and pushed a finger through the bush to the source of the wetness that spread over his face and beard. The warm wetness contracted tight around his index finger while leaking around him. Listening to Anton’s volume and enjoyment as feedback he gravitated towards the spots that made his partner moan loudest in combination with his sucking. He found at some times he had to stop sucking as Anton would get too overstimulated but it never took too long for him to complain about the lack of suction after recovering. Owen followed his voice and when he slid his middle finger alongside the first, Anton choked through a moan, tightening up again as a fresh wave of slipping around his two fingers. Anton released his death grip on Owen's hair as he heaved to try and catch his breath but just couldn’t. Watching the cum slide down to between Anton's cheeks, Owen has the urge to go after it, not wanting to waste a drop. Instead went for the source, licking and sucking the source of the flood that covers his face. Owen smiled hearing Anton’s surprised gasp above him. He stuttered his way through a sentence.“H-Huh-How the f-Fuck are you doin’ that?”Backing away with a string of spit dripping down his chin and a smile on his face.“Am I doing good?”Anton scoffs, still trying to catch his breath. “‘Is he doing good?’ he asks. My man if you don’t get up here and fuck me we’re gonna have problems.”Owen takes that as a yes and complies to his command. Shuffling upwards to meet Anton face-to-face, he is tangled in two arms pulling him down to a kiss. A tongue swipes his lip and he does not hesitate to open up as Anton taste himself in Owen‘s mouth kissing him like he would never get to kiss the other again. Owen’s hands ran up his stomach, grabbing and caressing the pudge. Owen broke the kiss and peppered kisses down his partner's neck, chuckling under his breath.“I’m just making sure, I’ve never done it before.” He stated, voice muffled. Hands grappled with Owen’s clothes, vest being pushed off his shoulders and shirt ripped over his head. He reached down to unbuckle his own pants when he could hear a knock at his door.They freeze, Anton with his hands on Owen’s stomach, admiring the pale and hairless skin and Owen with both thumbs in belt loops, preparing to remove the pants attached. Neither move for the while, hoping that they hadn’t heard the knock. Unfortunately, another polite knock raps against the door and April’s voice filters through.“Owen, can we talk for a second, it won’t be long.”Anton sighs, eyes rolled back and lids flutter in irritation. Owen was not any better shoving his face back into Anton’s neck, muffled groaning tickling his neck.“You better tell her to scram or I will and I know she doesn’t want to see me.” Anton threatens halfheartedly. The redhead counted to 5 in his head and got up, moving from between Anton’s legs and getting off the bed. He pulls his pants as high as they’ll go but neglects to button them and opens the door shirtless to see his cousin in her sleepwear. She expected Owen to be upset when she came down but she was willing to take the flake she got. While she got what she expected with a less than happy smile on his face, what she didn’t expect was for him to open the door, shirtless, pants unbuttoned and a couple dark hickeys on his neck. “Make it quick Ape, I’m in the middle of something.”“Oh Uh- well I can see that. I just wanted to apologize for this morning and give you this.”She sounds awkward while stretching her arms out. An orange gift bag is thrust at him. While he takes it April starts to ramble, most of it is nonsensical, apologizing for her lack of foresight on what he would want to do with his 21st birthday and even more with her lack of proper gift. She begins to apologize to him on Anton’s sake, which is the exact moment the aforementioned man speaks up from the depths of the room, frustration laced deep in his voice.“If you’re so sorry, why don’t you make like Michael Jackson and Beat It!”Both redheads freeze up at the comment before Owen awkwardly smiles at his cousin as her face slowly starts to turn a bright red with embarrassment.“Welp, duty calls. Thanks for the gift and don’t worry, water under the bridge. ”With that, Owen shuts the door in the tomato red face of his cousin. Turning around to Anton who rested on his elbows with a smug smile on his face Owen tried his best to look upset but his lips quivered with suppressed laughter.“You know you didn’t have to do that.”“You can’t tell me that shit wasn’t funny.”Owen felt there was a chance he would get a chewing out or something about this but as he stared at the half naked Anton on his bed, he couldn’t find it in himself to care about whatever possible trouble he might get into. The only thing he could worry about right now was why he wasn’t back in bed with Anton already. Physically, he just rolled his eyes with a smile that negated whatever irritation he had before. Pulling his pants and underwear down and throwing them across the room along with the gift bag, crawled back in between Anton’s legs.“That was really funny.”Anton said nothing but he stared at the erection that hung between Owen’s legs. His dick is pale except for the pink head with a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. He could see veins pulsing, he even saw it bounce from a twitch. He wanted to suck it, see how sensitive it was and would twitch if he licked the underside or sucked on the head. Mostly he wondered how it would feel inside of him. He had bottomed for tons of guys, but they only ever went for his ass; a personal preference for one night stands.Looking up to Owen who stared back at him with a concerned look on his face, asking him if it was okay for him to go ahead. Just the very fact he cared gave Anton the boost to remove his own shirt exposing his chest, guiding the bobbing erection to his pussy, pulling him in to slip it past the ring of muscle.Owen gripped his hips tight, so tight he suspected he would have a bruise in the morning. He pulled Anton down a couple of inches at a time, always checking for a voice to tell him to stop or even to catch the slightest glimpse of pain on his face. Neither happened, he sunk into the tight and wet hole until their hips met. The smack of their hips and their heavy breathing filled the room and he could feel himself drooling as he stared down at Anton’s wanton face.His eyes fluttered, his mouth wide open as he cried out each time he felt his cock bottom out. The smacks turned sloppy as a white cream coated his dick while his legs seized up and shook. The grip from his hips shifted suddenly to the back of his knees, pushing against his stomach. He pounds faster to hear Anton moan and at one point even yell, reaching out to lay his hands on top of Owen’s, pushing his own legs further against his chest.Owen only slows down when Anton begins to hit the bed in a tap out motion. Anton tries to say something but is stuck trying to catch his breath, a faint “Flip me” slips through which his partner eagerly complies to but a groan of disappointment rings solid in Anton’s ear from the man behind him.“What’s up Rock, I didn’t like that sigh.”“Nothin’, this view is amazing, I just miss lookin’ at yuh face.”A pang of affection hits Anton in the heart, he hadn’t expected such a sweet sentiment, he silently thanked whoever was watching over him for giving him this sweet idiot.“Real sweet of you to say so, the sooner you finish the sooner you can see my face again.” To add to the statement he reaches behind him with a hand to smack his rear end, sending a ripple down his thigh and stomach.With Anton on hands and knees he arches his back to stick his ass out, his face stuffed in Owen’s pillow and hands balled up in the sheets, if this didn’t make Owen come then he was out of ideas besides blowing him. Not as if he was complaining, he wanted to see how loud he could make the red head moan.The hands that roamed his ass gripped his cheeks, indenting his nails in his skin and in a split second his cock slid back inside to the deliciously tight hole that Owen was beginning to call home. Owen tries to tease Anton by thrusting only a small amount just so he could feel the head move but can feel it backfire on him as Anton’s soaking cunt squeezes around him.“Nice tr-SHit!”Anton was smug only for a second before the hands grabbed his hip and started to fuck him like a toy. He could only lay down and take the pounding he got. He babbled as his ass slapped against Owens hip, he could even feel his balls slap against his cunt. He tried his best to throw it back on Owen but the tight grip on his hips prevented him. He knew it was over for him when he felt Owens dick press into a spongy spot, causing him to have to stifle himself in a pillow."FUCK, a-again!" Who was Owen to deny him, he wanted to feel Anton cum around him one last time before he had to pull out. He aimed for that spot and concentrated on not cumming too soon. He could feel the small hairs on his thighs becoming soaked as wetness dripped down Anton's legs. Hugging him from behind, he gently wraps a couple fingers around his clit to jerk him off. A fresh coating of cum soaks his dick as he feels Anton tense up one last time. Owen could feel his end coming, forcing himself to pull out while rubbing between the crack of his ass and cumming down his back. Owen guides Anton's head towards his shoulder, kissing him to close he can feel his cum sticking between themFlopping over to his side, Owen tried his best to stay awake and clean. Grabbing his shirt from the edge of the bed to wipe at Anton’s back and his chest, repeating the process between their legs and on their thighs. It wasn’t the best but it was good enough for both of them. They spooned in silence, catching their breath and experiencing post nut clarity.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It was the second day of waiting on Karai for the canister, after fully making up with each other they decided it was best to lay as low as possible, stay out of Hun’s sights and just cruise until Karai was ready for them.
Rocksteady had left to go grab the food they had ordered, Rocksteady had been offering to do a lot of things since their recent make up and has yet to fully believe that Anton wasn’t angry with him.
If their roles had been reversed he knew for a fact he would be fuming but his partner held so much love for him that whatever love he held for his parents were second banana.
He had never been the first banana before, and the cognitive dissonance from it had almost caused him to lose the entire relationship.
Never again.
Rock held several takeout trays full of Mexican food, before the huge amount would be for leftovers but with their increased size and stature, all food would be put to use just to keep themselves running. Who knew how much the animals they had turned into ate.
The door hissed open and closed as Rock passed through.
“Get it while…Baby, what are you doing?”
“Did this happen to you too?”
“Huh?”
Bebop didn’t make eye contact with his partner, he only continued to stare into his boxer briefs in complete astonishment.
He hadn’t been concerned with the effects of his mutation, not beyond the surface level after what happened between him and Rock. He had not showered the last week due to the communal shower and baths that were laid within the building, and was simply uncomfortable with anyone seeing his naked body. He would make runs to the bathroom but was so used to hastening his routine that he did not even consider looking down.
Finally, after nine days of being mutated did he finally take a look down his underwear.
“I have a dick…like,” Bebop looked up before attempting to take a closer look.
“Like at least 5 inches…come look I ain’t lying!”
Rocksteady would never turn down a chance to look at the blessed place down under so he obeyed, setting the food down next to their bed before hovering over Bebop to look down his underwear.
He was right, in Anton’s hand lay a dick but not the same. Rocksteady pulled his own pants down to compare the two.
Owen’s dick had only enlarged, still pink and sensitive compared to the rest of his rough and ashy grey body. He could see the head and the hole as they should be, the veins stretching down to the base. Underneath his balls swung much heavier than when he was human and for once Owen actually contemplated investing in jockstraps like Anton had, no longer for the hot look but the actual function would come in handy.
Anton’s looked…close. Like someone had tried to create a dick from memory but forgot vital parts. While there was a separation between the head and shaft, there was no hole at the very top and there were no family jewels of his own to swing. The dick itself matched what once was Anton’s skin tone, small enough to fit in his palm from one side to where his thumb connected and wide enough to just barely fit his hand around it.
Put into comparison to his mutated body, while slightly hidden under his stomach simply sucking his stomach in reveals whatever is hidden.
Anton wrapped his hand around the base and stroked once, pulling a heavy moan from his mouth.
“
Fffuck
is
that
what it feels like to jerk off? I shoulda just got the surgery.”
Anton was ready to let go, to cool his engines so that they could eat, but than he saw Owen’s face.
While before he had been comparing, now he was just down right staring at it. Much like the first time they slept together while under the antique shop, Owen looked drawn in, hypnotized watching Anton briefly pleasure himself. He could feel the saliva collecting in his mouth and the audible swallow tattled on him.
He wanted it in his mouth, so,
so
bad.
Anton felt the throb in his dick and the front hole just staring at Owen, the slick below collected at a record speed and he could already feel the leak beginning and they hadn’t even touched one another.
Anton smirked at his completely unaware boyfriend.
“Wanna take it for a test run?” Anton asked in a joking manner, but Owen, not one for understanding subtlety, nodded his huge head and fell to his knees. Pulling Anton’s briefs down to his ankles and bringing his hands to rest underneath Anotn’s stomach; supporting it so that his lips could reach the head without being pushed or stabbed by his horn.
Anton forgot how well Owen liked to obey orders as he licked the tip like a lollipop, causing the warthog to throw his head back.He was shocked by how sensitive he was before remembering that the once small bundle of nerves that barely poked through his lips before getting on Testosterone was always the equivalent to a dick, the only part of the experience that he was missing was the feeling of testicles but he was actually okay with that; he didn’t need the same disadvantage as every guy on the planet.
Owen wrapped his mouth around the entire head before taking him down to the base, and Anton could finally understand why Owen went crazy when he did the same.
He tried to hold his noises, keep them to a low level that only Owen could hear but the squeal that left his mouth would have scared anyone walking past their door, hell anyone on the same floor as them would have heard it.
It didn’t phase Owen. If it did anything, it encouraged him to knead at his stomach like a cat and wrap his tongue around his shaft as much as he could. He could feel the drool leaking down the sides of his lips as rhino's weren’t made to be able to suck dick but nothing would stop him from trying.
Owen could feel Anton take a hold of his horn and allowed his mouth to be used however his boyfriend wanted. His glazed and cloudy eyes were oblivious to everything around him except Anton who huffed and puffed trying to pull himself together but eyes locked in solely on Owen.
“Aww is -
fucking shit -
is someone feeling apologetic? Show off how good you are to me, Baby Boy.”
The heavy throb and leak of precum was only an after thought hearing those words.
Show off?
When Owen remembered the camera.
The blinking red light in the corner of the room that faced Anton in the face and watched Owen from behind swallow and suck him off. He felt a surge of panic and tried to back off but the hold Anton had on him held him in place.
Anton looked down at him, eyes much softer than before, silently communicating before grabbing on of the hands on his stomach and wrapping it in his own.
Owen looked Anton deep in the eyes, he knew if he was truly uncomfortable he could squeeze Anton’s hand once and the other would release him, probably apologize for not warning him sooner and they could both cool off.
But then he felt his dick jump at the feeling of the weight in his mouth, small enough to have fun sucking but not big enough to choke on or cause him problems breathing. He could smell Anton’s own precum sticking to his inner thigh, while still hairy it was downy soft hairs.
He could only wonder at the looks of the faces of the people in the security room as Owen pulled his head away from Anton’s crotch. He could feel just a split second of sadness that Owen was going to put a stop to everything before he actually opened his mouth.
“Always want to be your good boy…Sir.” Owen sounds so unsure but he can’t deny the thrill of being watched and wanting to make it memorable for anyone with the stomach to watch.
Owen watched Anton’s eyes dilate and the grip on his horn tighten, successfully baiting him like he wanted. He didn’t mind the way Anton manhandled his horn to force his mouth open and sick his new and improved dick back into the warm mouth, he didn’t mind the fast pace he set by thrusting into his mouth (unknowingly saving his neck from the slightly off angle he was at) and he
certainly
didn’t mind hearing the words broken up by grunts from the man above him.
“Fuck, mine. Always
my
…good…boy- SHIT!”
Anton hunched over as much as he could with the horn looming under his stomach, sharp enough to puncture him if he was not careful; but he didn’t care. His first orgasm with a pseudo dick knocked the wind from his lungs, one leg tensed up so much he could feel a cramp quickly forming. His moans covered up any noise of surprise from Owen, drool down his chin and eyes crossed.
God he would miss this.
Owen was disappointed, not by Anton’s reaction or anything like that but that he missed the chance to feel the wetness on his face and in his mouth. He had completely forgotten about the fact the cock in his mouth served for pleasure only, he could feel the wetness starting to drip onto his chest from his position and felt and wanted to clean it up but knew he didn’t want to take away from Anton’s first blowjob. He didn’t stop sucking until Anton backed away himself.
“Fuuuuuck dude, how the fuck?”
Owen just shrugged, eyes not focused on Anton’s face but between his legs. The hair between his legs were glistening wet, the smell absolutely intoxicating and filling his brain with so many sinful thoughts. His eyes were absolutely clouded, so deep into his submissive headspace he couldn’t think of much else beyond pleasuring the man above him.
“Pfft, you are so gone. Go ahead and clean me of-Woah!”
As soon as Owen heard permission to go back in between his legs to clean his come he dove right in. His tongue reached much further than he once remembered but nothing could stop him. Licking the inner thighs, through the soft hairs to taste his come. He really was in heaven.
Owen tried to wrap a hand around his back to each his own rear but the scratch of his black nails stopped him, causing him to whine in his throat. Anton saw the maneuver and chuckled.
“Don’t you worry, I got just the thing for you. Hands and knees.”
Owen was slow to respond, still distressed he couldn’t prep himself in anticipation of being fucked and distracted by the taste of cum in his mouth. It was only when Anton shook his head by the grip on Owen’s horn to focus his eyes on Anton.
“I know I ain’t stutter.
Hands. And. Knees
.”
Owen can’t seem to move fast enough to remove his head from between Anton to spin around, his pants and underwear still trapped around his legs and he rushed to take them off too. He would say nothing about how his cock leaked like a faucet hearing the bass in Anton’s voice or how close he could feel himself to coming just from hearing him talk.
His chest lay flat against the mattress while putting himself on full display towards Anton and the camera, he could feel his body running hot as he panted with his head to the side, no longer able to hide his face in the mattress like he would have wanted.
He watched Anton search boxes for their sex stuff but found only one half empty bottle of lube and a vibrator.
“This is all they grabbed? Fucking…it’s fine.”
Anton grumbled at the meager findings but pushed it aside, they were returning home anyway so it wasn’t a loss.
He couldn’t prep Owen with his own claw-hooves as sharp as they were so he grabbed what he found and soaked in the sight of Owen. His face could only widen in a huge smile thinking of the show everyone was getting.
Owen’s ass had expanded with his mutation, when grabbed he could feel the muscles underneath a thin layer of fat that he could resist smacking. Owen’s surprised moan tells on how much he likes it.
Anton lathers the vibrator in lube before rubbing the smooth plastic against his hole. Owen whines and begins to beg unconsciously.
“Please please please.”
Owen hardly knows what he’s begging for but he does so diligently. He can feel his balls tightening up and his cock throbbing, on the edge of cumming on the sheets below him. He wants to hold it off, wants to be good but at the first feeling if the smooth dildo stretching that already loose ass, the spring in his stomach snaps,
hard.
Owen bites down on the blankets in front of his face, eyes rolled into the back of his head and hands in a tight fist onto the front of his shirt, the only piece of clothing he hadn't taken off.
“Beautiful. Fucking stunning.”
Anton soaks up every whine, cry and begging word circles his brain as he watches Owen lose himself again. He wasn't even upset that the other hadn't waited for permission, he would let Owen cum as many times as he physically could given the chance. Watching the toy sink deeper and his noises get louder and completely forgetting about the camera’s existence put them both into a bubble of their own.
Anton could barely think with the pheromones swirling around the room, only sinful thoughts of what Owen would feel wrapped around his dick, not a piece of plastic.
Anton has been mindlessly thrusting the dildo, in and out and only slightly changing the angle each time before Owen reached around to reach out for his lover.
“Want, want
you, please.”
“
What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you comin’.”
Anton knew he shouldn't tease but he couldn't help himself. Owen was cute when whiny and he had missed hearing the others' sweet noises.
However he hadn't expected the other to grab him by his shirt and pull him hard enough to cover Owen’s back, inadvertently shoving the dildo as far as it could and just barely grazing his prostate. Owen bit down to quiet the moan that wanted to escape but couldn’t help but glare behind him at Anton’s cheeky smile.
“Not the time for teasing?”
“No. I want you,
now.”
Owen knew Anton would give him what he wanted eventually but eventually wasn’t soon enough. He had missed feeling and smelling the other around him, the cinnamon and musk mixture turned his brain into a soup and all he wanted was to finally feel him close.
“How can I say no to a face like that?” Anton caged Owen in with his free hand and used the other to pull the shiny dildo out of Owen, using the last of the lube to stroke his cock before sandwiching it between Owen’s ass crack, rubbing against the hole.
“Any last words before you lose your dick virginity.” Owen joked from underneath him, feeling a little more alert than earlier, though any thought he was finally able to conjure up flew out of his ears as soon as he felt the tip catch and he felt the small burn of his asshole stretching to accommodate..
“Tell me if I go too fast?”
Owen could only nod his head as his eyes returned to their crossed positions and he worked hard at arching his back to make the push easier.
Anton can’t help but stare at Rock’s back, corded muscle shifted underneath like a wave reacting to every sensation but the deeper he pushed in the more unfocused he became, stopping once the head was fully enveloped.
Owen was confused, while there was a small sting he hadn’t asked the other to stop. When he looked back did he finally understand.
Anton was gone mentally, checked out, eyes hooded and breathing quick and shallow. The wet and warm hole surrounding his cock made his brain short circuit, this had to be what it felt like when he was bottoming, maybe even better. If Anton moved even the slightest, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t cum instantly. He could feel his legs turning into jelly and if it weren’t for the hand holding him up, he would have collapsed on top of Owen.
Then Owen pushed back, taking Anton’s cock as far as it would go, unknowingly pressing the head against his prostate.
Anton can feel the vein in his head close to bursting but he would prefer that over cumming too quickly. Being force to hunch over Owen’s back he gropes at his chest and stomach to distract himself from the tightness surrounding him, his snout pressed against the back of Owen’s neck.
“Wha-I…I can’t-”
Anton was the brainless one now as he followed Owen back to their knees and his hands were dragged down to Owen’s hips.
“What part of
now
did you not-FUCK!”
If Anton had been able to flesh out his sentence, he would have warned how he couldn’t hold back, pulling back before thrust back in and shutting Owen up and forcing him back onto his forearms to hold himself up. Owen got exactly like he wanted.
Anton could feel himself heating up but no sweat, he panted and began to drool onto Owen’s back fucking him from behind. Whatever control he had in his body was gone as he was purely thinking with his dick. Feeling Owen squeeze him every time he even brushes past his prostate, reset his brain and quickened his pace. With each thrust he ends up covering Owen’s back again, his hands sliding down Owen’s hips and anchoring him to the bed and allowing him to move however fast or slow he wishes.
Owen was just as blissed out as his boyfriend, eyes rolled into the back of his head and teeth biting down onto his own arm, to both ground himself and stop the majority of the noises escaping him.
Before he remembered the camera again.
Owen doesn’t know why the thought thrills him so much, but he does lean his mouth as close to Anton as he could to whisper to him.
“I thought…you wanted to show off?”
Anton pauses, only for a few seconds, before moving his hands back to Owen’s chest, silver barebells completely forgotten about since their mutation, and gently twisted them both.
“
Fine, I will.”
Anton proceeded to torture Owen for the next half hour, fast to slow and sometimes completely stopping just to hear the bigger mutant beg. Both of them had forgotten about their unwilling audience as Anton forced two more orgasms from Owen’s body and his own, every second was watched and recorded by some poor sap. When his body started to slow down to a tiring stop, he brought Owen to his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist .
“Break time-” a loud gurgle of Anton’s stomach startles him..
“Maybe it's eat time too. Baby?”
Owen was limp and pliant in his hold while still keening under his breath. He may be still but Anton’s cock was pressing against his prostate just right to effectively shut off his brain. His head leaned back on Anton’s shoulder with almost closed eyes and every few minutes he would hiccup a hitch of breath, and yet his dick was still hard and throbbing despite decimating their sheets multiple times.
‘
I seriously need to look up rhino biology, how is he still hard?’
It completely missed his mind that he was still hard too.
Anton said nothing though as he held onto his partner and switched between feeding himself and coaxing a subspace Rock to take bites of the tacos he had so graciously received.
In the security room, the poor unfortunate soul that had been forced to stay and do the job of watching the cameras was an unfortunate and only slightly aroused Xever.
He had been taking residence in the security room when bored and so when he had seen foot soldiers leaving this room in waves surprised him.
He was no longer surprised.
While he had the self respect to mute the sounds coming through, while still being recorded he also kept his head turned from that screen…for the most part.
Xever was still coming to terms with his newfound bisexuality and Bebop and Rocksteady had never been awful to look at.