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Vash was tired. It had been a long day of country club lunches with his grandparents, and a work dinner Nai had asked him to come along on. The country club was stuffy and uptight, and not even the linen suit he had picked out for the occasion could save him. It was two–nearly three–hours before he could escape the snooty drunk aunts and uncles, and overbearing grandparents. He didn’t have the time or energy to do much but lay on his couch and after noticing the time, frantically change into another, darker suit for dinner.
He got home utterly exhausted. His whole body ached and the joins of his prosthetics itched. He wanted nothing more than a shower and to lay in bed, but he needed to take his prosthetics off three hours ago, and one-handed self care sounded too difficult for his soupy brain. Vash decided that half of the things he should get done was enough, and stripped efficiently, landing on his bed in a pained groan. He took a moment to lay there, relishing in the way his spine seemed to re-align and fully relax for the first time in hours.
Before he could turn to goo, he grabbed his laptop, some lotion and the chargers for his arm and leg. He quickly unlatched his leg socket, wincing as he pulled the sock off his tender stump. He set the leg off to charge, and threw the sock somewhere in the vicinity of the hamper. He did the same with his arm, and set to work giving his limbs a quick massage and moisturization.
Once done, he luxuriated for a solid 15 minutes, enjoying the silence and peace of his apartment. After those 15 minutes, he started thinking, and the silence became suffocating. He opened the laptop he had thrown on the bed, and navigated to Twitter. Angel had posted earlier today and he had been too busy to sneak off and see what it was. He had to scroll past retweets and conversations and memes for a solid minute, but he found the tweet he was looking for.
ANGEL 🖤🐰 JESUS IS MY BIAS
@angel0fdeath
Happy Easter my horny bunnies! You can see me play with my new toys over on the other site 🐰 ♥️
241 Retweets 3 Quote Tweets 4K Likes
Attached to the tweet was a photo of Angel, twisted into a position where you could see his floppy ears and fluffy rabbit tail. He wore a black shiny reverse bunny suit and carefully covered himself enough to not get nuked by twitter, but based on the lack of underwear strings across his hips, the tail was probably a plug. The suit and his pose were scandalous and inviting, with latex covered arms and thighs in frame to give you a taste of what’s to come. The top of his suit went from high on his throat down to just above his pecs, and in the back it clung to his shoulder blades, the sleeves long and sleek and covering his palms. The false modesty– the idea of bare skin made all the more precious– never failed to make Vash go crazy. Vash wanted to touch everywhere the suit left uncovered, and kiss every plane of the face hidden behind a black heart emoji.
Vash clicked the link and was taken to the photoset. The cover image was again, full body with a censored face, but Angel was posed on the bed looking up at Vash, as the camera was somewhere up near the ceiling. On the bed there was a riot of color, mostly the paper grass that was put in easter baskets, but there was a scattering of candy and plastic eggs, and between Angel’s spread legs was a cartoonish and large silicone carrot, and a string of pink anal beads. Vash was curious about the toys, but the cloth covering Angel’s cunt stole his attention. It was the smallest black thong Vash had ever seen. The straps looked like floss stretching over his hips, and the unruly bush escaping its confines had Vash’s mouth watering. Vash wasn’t especially into hairy guys, but there was something about the sight of his happy trail and dark curly hair that made Vash want to live between his legs for the rest of his life.
Palming his cock over his boxers, Vash swiped to the next photo. Angel was on his knees, sitting upright on the bed. He held a marshmallow peep that had a bite taken out of it up to the camera. In the other hand was the string of anal beads. The camera was close enough that Vash could see they were egg-shaped, and had yellow and blue swirls in the silicone, suspiciously like easter eggs.
Vash swiped to the next picture, and his breath hitched. It was a video with Angel's gorgeous ass in frame, and a hand was playing gently with the base of the tail. From this angle, Vash could see the twitch of his rim. Vash wanted to play with that cute little tail until Angel was begging to be filled. He canted his hips up and off the bed to pull his boxers off. He was more than hard, and the fantasy of the beautiful black haired man presenting his ass to Vash was too strong for him to resist. Vash’s hips bucked as he imagined replacing Angel’s hands with his own and playing with that cute toy and the softness of Angel’s hips. He’d gently tug on the base, rocking it back and forth, just enough to tease. A petty attempt to get Angel to beg for more.
“Oh god, Vash, please!” He’d cry out, pushing back against the teasing, begging for more stimulation.
Angel would turn and look at him with big gray eyes, downturned and hazy with lust. He’d bat his straight black lashes at Vash pleading for him to take out the plug and fuck him. Vash realized with a start that he was picturing Nick, his strong nose and beautiful eyes, but with Angel’s tousled hair and kiss-bitten lips he had seen in a stream a few weeks ago. He knew they were Angel’s lips because they were smooth and unchapped. Vash remembered kissing Nick, and his lips, while soft and loving or biting and hungry, were always cracked.
Vash wanted to stop, he wanted to forget about Nick, and focus on Angel but the fantasy was too strong. Nick, all grown up and dressed in a silly bunny suit. Vash would place a hand on Nick’s bare back and gently stroke up and down his flushed skin, whispering praise and adoration as the other hand gently fucked Nick with the plug until he was in tears, begging Vash to fuck him or let him come.
“Please, Vash more! More! Please I need it, I need you please, Love.” Nick would beg, legs shaking as he wrapped hands in the sheets to keep himself from touching his aching cock.
“Anything you want, Nick. Ask and I’ll give. You deserve the world, but you need to ask.” Vash would say to Nick, stroking his shaking sides to calm him.
Vash, back in reality, was stroking his own cock, and chanting “Nick, Nick, Nick” into the dark. He felt so good, and he wanted to make Nick feel that way too. This whole exercise in forgetting Nick had only really made Vash want him more. His want for Nick was like a houseplant reaching for the sun. Every date with somebody else, every flirting touch, every messy one night stand, a little part of Vash had been reaching, yearning and desperate for Nick, or somebody similar enough that it made him sick to think about the next day.
He opened his eyes, sticky with exhaustion, and saw a final video. He swallowed, and released his cock for a second to hit play. Angel was on his back, legs spread and twitching as he fucked himself with that stupid, silly, massive carrot. Vash could see how his thighs flexed every time he thrusted in, moaning with pleasure at being filled. Vash resumed his stroking, this time mirroring Angel’s thrusts, and their combined heavy breathing filled the air.
Vash’s eyes fluttered closed and the image of Nick returned, unbidden. Nick would be seated on his lap, with Vash’s cock in his ass. Pressed together, back-to-chest, and in view of the large mirror in Vash’s room, they could see every spasm of Nick’s cunt as he took both Vash and the toy. Nick’s eyes would be heavy-lidded and near-black with pleasure. He’d reach up to hold Vash, who would shudder at the feeling of skin-warmed and lube-slicked latex and skin holding him gently.
“Vash. I need to cum. It’s too much.” Nick would beg, pretty tears welling as Vash’s pace slowed slightly. Vash was so close to cumming and he wanted to savor this, but Angel had other ideas.
In the video he fumbled with the carrot’s handle, and it burst into sound with a rumbling buzz. Angel bucked at the stimulation, feet kicking at his sheets at the sensation as the vibrations ripped an orgasm from him with a shout. Vash saw it happen, ripped from his fantasy as Angel came so hard it sounded like he was being attacked, and Vash relished in the ripple of Angel’s abs, shockwaves that lasted nearly a minute, as he writhed against the vibrator. Vash resumed stroking himself, trying to follow Angel.
“Oh, fuck,” Angel rasped through the speakers. “I think I squirted a little.” He laughed, low and fucked out, and ran a hand over his now glistening thighs and cunt. Vash came to the sound of Angel’s laugh, whiting out for a moment, lost in the blissful idea of sinking between Angel’s legs to clean up the beautiful slick.
“Happy Easter, I guess.” Angel laughed, reaching for the camera, and the video cut to black.