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“God, you’re insufferable,” Techno growled, shoving the ram against the wall, a hand pressing on his throat. Schlatt grunted out a choked laugh, baring his teeth at the piglin hybrid.
“Yeah,” Schlatt scoffed. “What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? Oh please, how bland. Predictable.”
“You know what, you’re right. I could do so much better.” He started roughly pulling off the ram’s suit jacket, fisting the fabric of his shirt to pull him off of the ground, pinning him in place.
“Wh- Tech-”
“Shut up.” He slotted a leg between the smaller’s to keep him up as he started undoing the buttons on the dress shirt. Schlatt’s eyes widened when he realized what was going on, hands going up to help him with them. Good, he was into it. As Schlatt unbuttoned his shirt, Techno pulled off his own, then let Schlatt down just to force him to shuck off his slacks. The piglin hybrid’s lip curled maliciously as Schlatt subconsciously tried to hide himself.
Techno grabbed Schlatt’s jaw, putting three fingers against his lips. Schlatt tried to bite at them, so he slapped the ram hybrid, growling.
“Suck, or this is gonna be a lot more painful for you,” Techno warned. Schlatt reluctantly opened his mouth, and let Techno put his fingers in his mouth and Schlatt did his best to cover them in saliva, before Techno was pulling them out and spinning him around, chest pressed against the wall. Techno circled his rim before pressing in, leaning in against Schlatt to bite down on the crook of his neck, marking up his perfect skin. He began thrusting his finger in and out, adding a second after a minute, scissoring them. Schlatt grunted, groaned at the bite, pushed back against the fingers in his ass. Techno pressed the third one in, curled his fingers, hearing Schlatt let out a loud moan. The piglin chuckled darkly.
“How’d I guess you’d be loud, huh?” He did it again, and Schlatt’s hips bucked.
“Fuck you, technoblaA-de!” Schlatt’s voice broke as Techno pressed right against his prostate.
“I’m working on that.” Techno pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the man’s thigh, before pulling his pants down a ways to free his cock. It was hard, of course, he was interested in this, so lubing himself up with his own precome was an easy task. He hated the man, but he didn’t want to hurt him. Not like that, at least. Techno lifted Schlatt up off the ground again, positioning him over his dick, pressing in, feeling his head pop inside.
“Ohhh, fuck, you’re big-” Schlatt moaned as Techno pushed in a little farther. Both of them groaned as Techno bottomed out, Schlatt letting out moans on every breath, each varying in pitch. The piglin began fucking into the ram, pressing him against the wall, marking up his neck and his shoulders. He was so much smaller than he was, so tight, so easy to manhandle. And so fun to break.
“Oh you’re so fucking tight, such a slut for my cock,” Techno growled in the ram’s ear. Schlatt huffed. “Oh wouldn’t it be just so funny if your people knew how much of a slut you were, Mr. President ?”
“Hnnno, fuck, that wouldn’t- uhn fuck , Techno-”
“Maybe I should take you out there and fuck you in front of everyone, have you begging, pleading for me to let you come.” Techno pressed Schlatt even further into the wall, gripping his hips with one hand to pull him back to meet his thrusts, his other hand over one of Schlatt’s, holding it in place.
“N-no...” Schlatt groaned, but even as he protested, he clenched down around Techno’s dick.
“Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you, whore ?”
“Ohhh, fuuck-” Techno slammed into Schlatt, and the smaller tightened around him and came suddenly, letting out a loud moan against the wall. Techno kept using him, abusing his hole as Schlatt leaned more heavily against him and the wall, coming down from his high to the electric burning of overstimulation.
“Huuh, I'm close,” Techno warned after a minute. Schlatt tried to help, weakly clenching around Techno as the piglin grew closer to his finish. He shoved himself all the way in, right up against Schlatt’s prostate, and came, biting down on Schlatt’s shoulder again just to hear him scream.
They both panted as they caught their breath, and Schlatt moaned as Techno pulled out and helped him to the floor, admiring his fucked-out expression.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Techno asked.
“Eeh, nothin that won't heal,” Schlatt muttered, smirking. Techno grabbed the man’s shirt and wiped him off, the other grumbling at how there were towels in the bathroom.
“You’re good? Need anything?”
“My- fuck. My bedroom is down the hall, could you-” Techno was already on it, lifting the ram up and feeling him wrap his arms around his neck.
“Relax, I’m not gonna drop you.” He peeked out the door, looking around.
“There’s no one here. They all left.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice that Techno didn’t quite pick up on until a moment later, but he said nothing as he carried the ram to his room. He sat him down on his bed, and straightened his back.
“Will someone be here later to get you stuff if you need it? I know I can be a bit intense.”
“No. They all left,” Schlatt repeated, chewing the inside of his cheek and not looking him in the eye.
“They- oh. Oh. I… would you like me to stay?”
“Is it weird if I say yes?”
“I offered, didn’t I?”
“Fair. Yeah.”
“Alright, scoot over then. I’m tired too.” With a snort, Schlatt moved over in the bed to allow space for the piglin hybrid, who laid down next to him. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, until Techno looked over to see that the ram had actually just gone to sleep. Following his lead, Techno closed his eyes.