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flurrys-creativity · 1 year

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Beast behaviour

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: Fox hybrid Wooyoung, who gets unbearable during his ruts, bunny hybrid reader, unprotected sex, knotting, also whiny woo, semi-public sex; Wordcount: 3.373

Summary: Just like everybody got hangry when they missed a meal, Wooyoung got unbearable when he didn’t follow his fox hybrid instincts during his ruts. He would have kept in his room and fought through it like any other year but with his roommates insisting on meeting someone, he followed their request. Only to meet you, a bunny hybrid.

A/N: Pleaseeee... whoever gave him those fox ears hairband.. thank you!!! Didn’t know I needed that mental image...

“WHAT?” Wooyoung nothing but yelled at the interruption as he turned in his seat and glared at the slowly opening door. His pointed ears drew back and the edges of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to bare his fangs at the intruder at any moment.

Yeosang peaked through the gap of the door with a nervous smile on his lips. “I just wanted to know if I should order something to eat for you too.”

Wooyoung growled at his friend while his tail flicked behind him with agitation. Right now he had other worries than food and his friend should know that - or at least so he thought. “Leave,” Wooyoung snarled at Yeosang, eyes narrowing threateningly.

“Alright, alright”, Yeosang murmured and retreated, closing the door behind him. “You’re such a pain in the ass during your rut!” Before Wooyoung could storm out of his room and tear him apart, Yeosang fled the scene, sharing one knowing glance with their roommate Yunho, who stood at the edge of the hallway and waited for him.

“I assume he’s always like that?” Yunho asked and turned towards the living room, plopping down on the couch while he waited for Yeosang to answer.

Yeosang plopped down as well and sighed deeply, throwing one arm over his eyes as he leaned back into the cushions. “It gets worse every year. It seems.” Another sigh left his lips. “He should seek help during his rut but instead he just holes himself in his room until it is over.”

“But with every year without a mate it gets harder”, Yunho finished and nodded slowly, understanding the annoyance his roommate felt to some degree.

Even though he only got to know both of them at the start of their college years, Yunho connected quite well with the duo. Most of the time it wasn’t that noticeable that he didn’t know them since kindergarten like Yeosang and Wooyoung did. Only moments like these made him realise that Yeosang and Wooyoung shared a deeper bond together.

“You said he should seek help, right?”

Yeosang removed his arm from his eyes and glanced at Yunho, who grinned knowingly. “Yeah?” His voice was tentative, unsure what kind of idea Yunho had produced now.

“I heard from Mingi about a service to help with ruts.”

“I don’t think some service-”

“No, no, no! It’s not really an official service! But there is this bunny hybrid in one of our classes and apparently she offers to help others during their ruts. Rumours have it she doesn’t even charge for it because it fulfils her desires.” Yunho straightened in his position, conspiratorially leaning towards Yeosang. “She’s often in the music rooms. Which are soundproof by the way.”

Yeosang contemplated the information, rolling his head from side to side. “I still don’t think Woo would be up for something like that.”

“Maybe not but maybe he would be”, Yunho mentioned and shrugged with his shoulders, “it wouldn’t hurt telling him about it. He can still decide whether he’d follow it or not.”

“Yeah, okay. Write down the details. I’ll slip the note into his room before I head to bed this evening.”

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Wooyoung stared at the scribbled words on the note, his brows furrowed in disdain. He read over the name and the location again, scoffing at the little added sentence ‘she can help you’ and the winking smiley in the corner of the piece of paper.

His thoughts wandered into dark places as he tried imagining the person behind that name. A sensual figure danced through his mind, a soft fox tail wrapped around the body to cover all the intimate parts while the pointed red ears focused on him.

Wooyoung palmed himself through his sweatpants, his own fox tail swishing behind him from excitement. Maybe he should go and seek some help otherwise the next few days would become close to painful.

After tugging himself away, Wooyoung made his way to the campus grounds. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and drew his shoulders up to his chin. It felt almost wrong to be outside while his rut was in full swing. Wooyoung knew every other hybrid that passed him, would be able to smell the spike in his pheromones and in the worst scenario they would want to jump him immediately.

Not that his fox side would complain about finally hitting it off but Wooyoung wanted to keep some sort of class. At least he tried telling himself that.

Once he reached the music rooms, his pace slowed and he pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket, checking with the scribbles again. No room number. Wooyoung stopped in his tracks and stared along the hallway, seeing at least a handful of closed doors in front of him.

When a door opened out of nowhere, Wooyoung jumped back and hid around the corner. His heart pounded inside of his chest while his ears swivelled around, listening in on the students that came out of the room.

“Thanks Y/N”, a male voice said, spiking Wooyoung’s interest.

The fox glanced around the corner, seeing a male hybrid - seemingly a canine - standing with his back to Wooyoung and another hybrid in front, bent over.

Wooyoung swallowed harshly, feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants from that ass hugged tightly in these jeans.

He only regained some self control again, when the person straightened and turned around - a cute smile displayed on their lips.

“Really, Y/N, you’re the best!”

Wooyoung frowned, the name feeling familiar, before he raised his hand with the note and read over it again. His eyes widened momentarily while his heartbeat sped up again. So he found the one he was supposed to meet.

His eyes left the piece of paper and focused back on you. His gaze shamelessly roamed over your body and he already started imagining all the things he'd do with you, until his focus landed on your hybrid ears. Wooyoung nearly growled upon seeing the bunny ears, the edges of his mouth twitching into a snarl.

You leaned forward and nuzzled your nose against the other hybrid’s nose with a smile. “Stop flattering me, Jongho. I love to help out.”

Wooyoung had enough, your sweet voice not helping in keeping his disdain for the idea of asking you - a bunny hybrid nonetheless - for help. He was the superior hybrid, he was the fox. You should be cowering in front of him, begging for your life not the other way around.

“Hey, you’ve been out?” Yeosang greeted his friend as he stormed into the apartment, but as soon as he sensed the mood he quickly hid behind the dinner table and kept his distance from Wooyoung.

“Did you really send me to a fucking bunny hybrid?” Wooyoung snarled and slammed his hands on the table, glaring at Yeosang.

“First of all, I did not send you. You went on your own choice.”

Wooyoung growled as a warning for Yeosang to consider his next words.

“Second of all, your pride will bite you in the ass one day.”

This time Wooyoung barked at Yeosang and rounded the table, desperately trying to catch his friend so he could tear him apart. To his dismay Yeosang was faster and slipped into his own room, hiding away from Wooyoung, who then pounded with his fists against the closed door.

“So what if she’s a bunny hybrid? It’s not like you need to become her boyfriend or something. You need a good fuck to become bearable again and as far as the rumours go, bunnies should be perfect for that!”

Wooyoung stopped pounding against the door, considering Yeosang’s word. “Shut up!” He then growled and stormed off into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Inside Wooyoung dropped almost immediately on his bed, turning on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes while his hand wandered down to his cock, leisurely pumping it to relieve some tension. Low groans escaped his lips as he started to imagine not his own hand squeezing him so good.

A sweet voice rang through his mind. “I love to help out.”

Wooyoung groaned again, grabbing himself even tighter and moving his hand faster and faster. He pictured the soft smile and the bunny ears flopping from the rapid movement, feeling his own release closing in.

Until his mind caught on to his thoughts. Wooyoung immediately stopped touching himself, hissing as if he burnt his hand on the stove. Why the hell would he think of a bunny? Why the hell would he get turned on by that? And why the hell couldn’t he get your image, pumping him so eagerly, out of his head? Most importantly though, why did he want to see the real deal doing it?

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“If you don’t get laid by tonight, I will personally fuck you up!” Yunho threatened through Wooyoung’s closed door, finally having had enough with his antics. With no answer to his threat, Yunho groaned in annoyance and walked away, getting a broom to clean up Wooyoung’s tantrum in the kitchen.

While cleaning up the shards, Yunho heard a door open, some rushed footsteps and the front door closing and slamming shut again. A smirk played over his lips and for once he didn’t mind cleaning up after Wooyoung.

Once again Wooyoung found himself hiding behind the corner towards the hall of the music rooms. Once again he saw you exiting a room with some other hybrid. This time it seemed like a squirrel, if that bushy tail was anything to go by.

“You should take it easy with your throat for today”, the squirrel said and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “You did amazing though today!”

Wooyoung frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed as he saw you smile and touch your throat with your fingertips, chuckling softly.

“I’ll do my best, Hongjoong!”

That Hongjoong guy giggled and leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. “I will ask San if you actually even tried!”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “I won’t be at the apartment until later in the evening, so he won’t be a good judge for that. But don’t worry, I’ll be nice today. Tell Seonghwa I said hi.” You waved with your hand and watched Hongjoong walk along the corridor.

Wooyoung stepped out of his hiding spot and walked towards you, eyeing your form again. You hadn’t noticed him yet and Wooyoung used every second he got to look at your ass shamelessly.

You jumped when you turned around and nearly bumped into someone else, quickly stepping back.

“I was told you could help me”, Wooyoung murmured and looked you up and down, a smirk playing over his features.

Realisation dawned on your face and your expression quickly shifted from surprised to understanding and then to resignation.

Wooyoung noticed how your nose wriggled slightly, knowing his pheromones must be affecting you already.

“Alright”, you mumbled and turned to the open door, walking into the empty music room. You knew of your reputation, knew it stemmed from you being a bunny hybrid and how you mostly kept to yourself and met up with different hybrid breeds every now and then didn’t help to stop the rumours from spreading. Though you never thought someone would actually approach you for that.

Wooyoung closed the door behind him, locking it and then leaning against the wooden surface. He quickly scanned the room, seeing a table with two chairs, a keyboard and a music stand. His fantasy already pictured the possibilities to take you within this space until his eyes landed on your form.

You leaned against the table, one leg crossed over the other, hands beside your hips on the surface and head tilted to one side.

Wooyoung swallowed harshly. That position highlighted all your feminine features. Legs, he wanted to be wrapped around his torso; hips, he wanted to grab onto while slamming into you; tits, he wanted to bury his face into.

“So, how are you expecting this to happen?” You asked and switched from one foot to another, trying to dismiss your own nervousness - especially with a fox hybrid, who looked like he wanted to devour you whole, in the same room. You grabbed one of your ears, brushing over the soft fur as a measure to calm yourself.

Your eyes wandered over his features, his sharp cheekbones, his pointed nose and hungry eyes, his incredibly red hair that nearly hid his fox ears. You noticed his simple get up - a white shirt, dark sweatpants and a leather jacket.

“How long have you been in your rut?” You asked and walked over to him, swaying your hips with every step.

Wooyoung shrugged with his shoulders, his eyes trained on your hips. “Dunno. A week?”

You giggled softly and stopped right in front of him. You let go of your ear and let your fingers glide along his chest instead, seeing him shudder from your simple touch. “It must be painful by now, right?”

Wooyoung nodded slowly, entranced with your presence. His eyes followed your fingertips and he wished for nothing else than your fingers to go even lower. He nearly whined when you stepped back and stopped touching him at all.

You knew you shouldn’t give in like that, you knew you should get away to regain a clear head again but your instincts held you in place. So instead of running away and keeping a clean vest, you wanted nothing else than to get railed by this fox hybrid. You bit down on your lower lip as you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

Wooyoung licked over his lips, watching as you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the ground. His erection pressed against his sweatpants, yearning to be set free but he couldn’t move, frozen in his place while he stared at you.

You smiled and turned around, leaning slightly forward while your hands wandered up your thighs and to your butt, pushing your skirt up until you could hook your thumbs under your panties and wriggle yourself out of them.

You walked back over to the table and propped yourself on top of it, placing your feet on the surface and sliding them apart to spread your legs. “What’s your move, pretty boy?” You placed one hand on your core and spread your lips apart, dipping a finger into your hole with a soft moan. You pulled your finger out and moved it to your mouth, sucking on your digit.

You repeated the movement again but before you were able to suck on your finger, Wooyoung stood in front of you, hand wrapped around your wrist. He looked you in the eyes as he moved your hand to his lips and enveloped your finger, tongue swirling around it.

“I want to fuck you. Now.” Wooyoung breathed once he cleaned your finger.

“Then do it”, you teased and wriggled with your hips, getting Wooyoung’s attention back down to your entrance.

He furrowed his brows in concentration, groaning slightly in pain from holding himself back. He had to make things clear before he actually fucked you. “There won’t be any foreplay. Just fucking until I’m spent for the day. I won’t check for any of your needs.” Wooyoung breathed heavily, using the last ounce of self control to look back up at your face. “You understand that, right?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back on your elbows. “As if a hybrid in a rut would be able to have any control whatsoever”, you laughed dryly, “I know that and I accept that. So, darn it, just fuck me already, pretty boy.”

“Name’s Wooyoung”, the fox hybrid grunted as he discarded his jacket and shirt, smirking upon seeing your aroused reaction. He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, not even giving you the chance to admire his hard on before he slammed his dick into you.

A high pitched gasp left your mouth from the pleasurable pain Wooyoung inflicted on you.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table, holding you tight and keeping you in place as he continued drilling into you.

You arched your back, ignoring the pain in your elbows and the slight cramp in your leg. There was no way you would stop the fox nor would he be able to stop in the first place. He pounded into you, stroking just the right spots inside.

Your vision blurred and white spots appeared at the edges of it, all while your lower stomach tightened.

Wooyoung groaned as he felt your walls clutching tightly around his shaft, making it even harder for him to move. Though he refused to lower his pace, fucking into you with new found determination.

He tipped you over the edge, fucking you through your orgasm. Your legs spasmed and grew limp shortly afterwards. At the same time you lost your strength in your arms.

You would have fallen on the desk, if Wooyoung hadn’t snaked one arm around your torso and pressed you against himself. His other hand grabbed your thigh to keep your legs spread, nails digging into your skin.

Even after you came down from your high, Wooyoung continued to slam his hips into you. At first you felt a slight discomfort, face twisting slightly, before a new wave of pleasure hit you.

“Shit”, Wooyoung groaned, his hips stuttering slightly in their pace.

You lost track of time and count of your orgasms by now, head somewhat lolling to one side. Still, you asked: “What is it?”

Wooyoung continued to push into you, grunting several times. “I might just cum soon.”

“So?”

“Means I’ll knot”, he grunted through his teeth.

It took you a moment to understand what that meant. It took you even longer to form some sort of response. “Is okay, you can do that.”

Only seconds after you said it, the base of his dick swelled, spreading your hole almost painfully. You winced and your face twisted in pain. Yet, when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a moan of pleasure bubbled up in your throat.

Wooyoung stilled, brows furrowed and eyes scrunched up until he spilled every last drop into you. He then carefully lowered your back on the table, resting his head on your chest with a satisfied sigh.

“Feeling better, pretty boy?” You tilted your head a little to get a better view at his face, a smile crossing your lips from his content expression. With a little effort you raised your arm and placed your hand on his hair, playing with it while you waited for his answer.

“Filled you all up”, Wooyoung murmured, his fox tail swishing proudly behind him.

You chuckled softly and closed your eyes, enjoying the nearly intimate moment with him. You only pried your eyes open again, when Wooyoung suddenly started to paw at your breasts, nibbling and licking your skin. “What are you doing, pretty boy?” You chuckled again and scratched the base of his ears, somewhat endeared by the complete turn of his demeanour.

“Wanna fill you up more. Fill you up and see your belly swell with my cups.” He nosed along your skin and even whined when he couldn’t reach your throat and face unless you closed the space.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows again with a soft smile on your lips. “Such a tame little fox”, you teased and brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, “just needed some pussy to behave again.”

Wooyoung whined and buried his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply. He felt the knot at the base of his dick reducing again but it did nothing against his erection. Slowly Wooyoung pulled out of you, smirking when you whined from the loss. He raised his head and looked up at you with wide eyes and a pout on his lips. “May I?”

You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to clarify his question.

“May I fill you up again?”

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black-quadrant · 5 months

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Three Year Drought — joshneku (AO3)

Three years is a hell of a long dry spell as it is without the stress of what’s caused it.

Separated not only by circumstance but dimension, forced apart when they were on the threshold of friends to something more. Just a handful of kisses and memories of hickies and groping hands to keep the lust simmering.

Yet no matter how torturous, neither gave up on the possibility. Neku trusted Joshua would find a way. Joshua trusted Neku would understand. And ultimately, they bucked the odds and found their way back to one another.

Speaking of thresholds, they’d barely made it across the one into Dead God’s Pad before Neku was pressed up against Joshua’s back, and his hands were slithering under his shirt, over his belly and creeping up. There’s no need for preamble. They both know what they want.

“Neku.” Joshua’s tone is decidedly teasing. “Let me at least activate the ward.” A snap of the fingers locks the Pad down, securing their privacy. “By the feel of it,” namely the stiff bulge nudging his backside, “you won’t want to be interrupted.”

“No.” Questing fingers reach a brasserie, and upon registering it’s a front-clasp, they make quick work of it, popping it open and replacing it with his palms, cupping his breasts. Two hitched breaths in unison between them at the first bare contact they’ve had in, well, three years — and they’d never gotten farther than this back then. Everything from here on is new, and the anticipation is already threatening to buckle Joshua’s knees. “And I plan on desecrating every inch of this place.” Thumb and pointers circle soft areolas before slowly closing in to lightly pinch his nipples.

Neku’s learned that Joshua, being the deity they are, is liberal with body parts, interchanging them on a whim. Neku’s yet to play with any of them, but the idea of intimately experiencing the entire spectrum that is this gorgeous godling has him all but salivating.

“You have the nicest tits, Josh…” He murmurs as his mouth coasts down the side of his neck, covering the span of it in openmouthed kisses. “Can’t even tell you how many times I got off fantasizing about squeezing them around my cock.”

Joshua’s uncharacteristically silent, having been stumped speechless by the combination of Neku’s bold demeanor and his distracting touch. All he can do is dumbly grope behind him to fondle the ever-growing mass of heat.

“And I’ve fantasized about sucking on the head while you ruthlessly fuck them.” That seems to do the trick, for Neku grunts and remorselessly rips buttons loose from the inside-out, splitting the shirt open. He swiftly spins Joshua around to face him, and feasts his eyes on his exposed chest. But he has just enough self-control to usher Joshua to the nearest sedentary point (the couch) before letting his lust go free range. Before they tumble back onto it, they each fervidly race one another for who can disrobe the other first without getting sidetracked. Joshua’s cunt is, unsurprisingly, perfectly shaved. Neku’s cock is thick base to uncut tip, but not intimidatingly so.

From there on it’s a full-blown wrestle for who gets to be on top in every sense of the word, but ultimately Joshua winds up in Neku’s lap, rubbing up against a rock-hard cock nestled between his asscheeks, while Neku licks and sucks on each nipple until they’re flushed and pebbled, only to do it again and again until Joshua’s emitting tiny little mewls of impatience.

“Aw, who would have thought you could be so cute, Composer.” Even Joshua’s scowl is pretty; Neku can’t help but laugh but it’s curtailed just as quick by the Composer rolling his hips, gradually slicking Neku’s shaft with the glaze of his arousal. That’s when Neku turns his attention to his pussy, curling and sliding two fingers in and oh it’s tight.

“You really have been waiting on me.”

The insinuation isn't lost on Joshua.

“Oh shut up, Neku, and show me why I waited so long.”

Neku grabs a handful of Joshua’s hair and at last their lips reunite with an impassioned clash, tongues swirling to the rhythm of Neku’s fingers.

Joshua’s hands converge at the base of Neku’s cock and work in tandem to caress every inch of its length.

“Sounds like we’ve got a bucket list of fantasies to actualize…” He carefully rolls the foreskin back, delighting in the velvety texture “How about we start with the first one?”

One thing leads to another and Joshua’s sprawled across the couch like a banquet for his famished boyfriend, squishing his tits together to sandwich Neku’s cock. It starts slow and curious, savoring the way the stiff shaft feels surrounded by warm skin and firm pressure, pushing deeper and deeper until the head pops through. On its first reveal, Joshua flicks his tongue over the tip. The next, he kisses it, and the third he drops his jaw, his tongue, and lets it in. Only the head can reach, but that’s more than enough for Joshua to suckle and drive Neku into a snarling frenzy. It’s only then that Joshua’s struck by the time-sensitive choice of whether or not to allow him to finish in his mouth or —

“Josh, I’m gonna cum—” It’s too late. Hot spurts of jizz streak his tongue and cascade down his throat, Joshua swallowing relfexively, cheeks flushed and eyes clenched shut.

“Oh fuck, you look so good with a face full of cock,” Neku coos above him, shuddering out his last load before letting his cock slip out, and Joshua releases the breast compression. Neku dismounts, gathers Joshua up into his lap once again, and replaces his cock with his tongue, relishing in how he tastes on Joshua. In Joshua.

After all that, the insistent throbbing between Joshua’s thighs is begging it be attended to, and Neku’s all too eager to reciprocate. Delicately, he rubs over his swollen clit while three fingers pass the lips and probe inside to stretch him.

By the time Joshua’s dripping, Neku’s reached full mast, and they move in harmony, slotting together like puzzle pieces when Joshua lifts so Neku angles his cock to penetrate. A little wiggling, nudging and the crown disappears, followed by every consecutive inch as Joshua sinks down, enveloping the engorged length. Every fluttery spasm of inner walls makes Neku snarl and dig his nails into Joshua’s hips, lest he impale him.

And Joshua, devious as ever, locks his thighs around Neku to prevent him from moving, and purposely elevates himself until he’s only halfway sheathed.

“You should beg for me.”

“Josh.” Neku knows how to pick his battes when it comes to Joshua, but the way his dick swells at that bratty command is just criminal.

Joshua’s mid-giggle when Neku simultaneously bucks his hips and yanks Joshua roughly down, deciding that yes he’s going to impale him afterall. Joshua’s subsequent squeal ricochets off the walls as he’s slammed down, and Neku imbeds himself to the hilt, his strong pulsing thrumming through Joshua’s stuffed pussy. Joshua’s eyes roll back into their sockets in sweet surrender, thighs unclamping and arms wrapping around Neku’s shoulders to brace himself for the ride.

And Neku, grinning, scoops his Composer’s ass into his palms, using the grip for leverage to bounce him repeatedly. Muffled moans blend into the sounds of skin slapping with every thrust.

“Josh—” Neku groans, just about to crest. “Can I fill you?”

“Yes, yes, breed me.” And just like that, their bodies collide, and the pressure releases in the form of a white-hot flood into Joshua’s canal who’s biting into Neku’s shoulder to prevent himself from screaming. Even after the last drop’s absorbed, Neku continues to grind their hips together until Joshua’s contractions subside.

“A worthwhile reason to sweat, isn’t it?” Neku licks a stripe of it off Joshua who scoffs but he can’t even begin to disagree. He shoots Neku a look, and the devious pair of blues looking back give him shivers, both in excitement and apprehension.

“How good’s your stamina these days, Josh?”

“You’re hard again?” Joshua can barely hear his own voice over the ringing in his ears from his fifth orgasm. But Neku’s shown no signs of stopping — he’d apparently taken that breeding command to heart.

Joshua’s too cum-brained blissed and exhausted to extract himself from the position he’s now in: missionary, with his legs hoisted over Neku’s shoulders; he can do little more than squirm as his boyfriend continues to molest him, plucking at his nipples with his teeth, leaving hickies across each breast while still fucking him. Slowly, he withdraws until just the foreskin’s tugging at the entry.

“Yeah… yeah, Josh, please, just a little more… Can I pound you on all fours?”

Joshua sluggishly moves to flip over, grimacing as Neku withdraws fully with a resounding squelch as the semen of several rounds seeps out of his well-loved cunt, and props himself up on hands and knees. He pushes back in and and in one slipslide, he’s sheathed, Joshua’s flushed labia cradling his revigorated erection.

Joshua’s hypersensitive by now, and he can feel a sense of urgency—a pressure on his inner walls that flares every time Neku’s cock ram in. The sensation’s anxiety inducing because it’s so reminiscent of the need to urinate that Joshua’s terrified for a moment that if his muscles lax for even a split second that he might—

“Neku—Neku, wai—”

Something coils tight and springs loose, relinquishing uncontrolled sprays of fluid, dousing the floor and Neku’s already-saturated cock.

“Did you just—?” Neku leans back, craning his head to get a glimpse. “Squirt?”

Joshua hangs his head, humiliation burning his face.

“It’s not—” But just as Joshua’s about to collapse under the weight of his own shame, Neku seizes him by his waist and crashes into him, groaning from the euphoric pressure of Joshua’s pussy all but strangling his dick. It’s so rough and passionate that Joshua’s scrabbling for stability as Neku fucks him with wild abandon, but this time he’s striking from different angles, obviously trying to incite that reaction again. Despite Joshua’s whimpering complaints and weak protests, he can’t resist (or begin to even combat) his feral boyfriend’s enthusiasm. Another wave of it pelts the aquarium floor, creating even more glide for Neku to shoot one thick final load deep in the Composer. Hunkered over Joshua’s back, nibbling the nape of his neck, while Joshua mutters Neku’s name over and over, mindlessly, milking his cock with his own climactic spasms. They continue to rock to and fro until Joshua’s legs give out, and he slumps to the floor. Neku’s shaft at last goes flaccid, much to Joshua’s audible relief, sighing out loud. But when he realizes he’s collapsed into the mess they’ve made, he quickly pitches himself over onto his back with eyes screwed shut, refusing to look at Neku.

“Oh, come on, don’t be a prude. It’s not like it’s pee.”

“It emits from the same hole, Neku.“ He’s mortified to even be entertaining this dialogue. “And you are not pulling that again.”

Suspicious silence prompts Joshua to open his eyes to see Neku grinning wolfishly.

“Oh yeah? You willing to put your whole pussy into that with a bet on Tin Pin?”

The Composer smirks and drags him down for a kiss.

“Yes, and if I win, you’ll play with my cock next time.”

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