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"Can you stop fucking tugging for one second?"
Bread was already pissed off. Banana was running to a tree right beside him, somehow forgetting the pink, fluffy handcuffs were attaching him and Bread together still.
"I need wood, soo- No." Banana rolls his eyes and yanks Bread towards him. Bread doesn't find this nearly as amusing as Banana apparently, as his wrist rings with pain despite the padding of the fluffy exterior.
So instead, he sits there impatiently as Banana cuts down a tree painfully slowly, using his fists. By the time he's done with the full tree, Bread is pissed off, it's his turn to tug.
Bread doesn't know where he's going, but from the yelp of Banana getting dragged, he's pleased. They just walk, and walk, and any time Banana makes a remark, it's met with a distraction of sorts.
This time it was a ruined portal- the two fought like feral dogs for the loot, Banana managing to get golden boots while Bread sat with a merely golden axe, 2 obsidian and a magma charge. Talk about shitty loot.
"How come I get the shitty axe and you get boots?" Bread complained. Then an idea sparked. "Hand over the boots, or I'll murder you right no-"
"Killing me kills the both of us, dumbass." Banana replied with a cheeky smile, the two had a reasonably good speedrunning time considering the challenge at hand, and jeopardizing that would be quite annoying to either party.
...
After a while of struggle and petty arguing, it was much easier to navigate with the snaggy handcuffs when they're practically on top of one another. Hand-holding also was a benefit, it just took a while for Banana to get used to feeling all of Breads rings rubbing against his palm as they walked, or did basic actions with one another.
A few gay jokes were exchanged in return, but one person in particular was way too happy about the PDA. To the point where they were actually progressing, faster than usual. But no playthrough with them was perfect, the world is on hard mode, and they only made one bed. Only killed three sheep for the entirety that they were together getting materials, ores, fighting mobs, not even 4 wool- Just 3 lousy pieces of matted sheep wool.
"So, who's sleeping in the bed?" Banana asks as he and Bread dug out a 2x4 hole in the ground, patching the dirt entrance at the top with a random fence they had nagged from the nearby village. It would have been so much easier to crash there, but apparently the dirt hole with enough room for just a flimsy bed and space for a crafting table & torch was better.
"I'll gladly take it." Bread smirks, he places the bed and slams down into it, having enough arm room to just let Banana uncomfortably slouch on the beside, where Bread comfortably slung his arm out by the side of the bed.
A gust of the cold breeze swept in through the holes in the fence, making Banana shift uncomfortably. He lights the torch to light the small space, and provide even the slightest bit of warmth to appease his body's now present trembling.
"If you're gonna shake like that, you should've just taken the bed dumbass." Bread is annoyed at Bananas' arm shaking, since it rattles his own arm annoyingly. Banana, in the heat of the moment, fires back with a; "Why don't you just move over so neither of us have to sit on literal dirt and stone?"
Breads' taken a little aback, a slight glint of red forming on his face. Banana registers only then what he had implied, yet, Bread scoots over to the wall and leaves space for Banana to get under the covers.
"Don't make me regret this, hypothermic shithead." Bread mutters, Banana shuffles next to him without missing a beat. "Shut it, You're so gay for agreeing to this wack idea-" Banana is obviously deflecting, yet almost naturally, his hand entangles Breads' once more.
Bread can't help but smile, shutting his eyes and not caring about the last word here. He tucked one larger end of the blanket over to him, hogging half of it for himself.
Banana lowly groans under his breath, and begins a slight tug for the remainder of it. In the end, he has his body pressed against Breads, as their handcuffed hands are embracing one-anothers side, the others being somewhere else on the shared pillow.
Banana could've been renamed tomato with how much he was secretly enjoying this. Bread provided enough warmth for the both of them, and having hot breath meet his neck was soothing as well as rather seducing in a way. Guess you could say he's the gay one now.
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Not even ten minutes later, Banana feels a hand crawl up to his chest. Alright, so Bread was a sleep-cuddler. That usually wouldn't be a problem for Banana, it's none of his business, Oh how he wishes it wasn't. But his body said otherwise, and Banana quickly felt a tent in his pants just from Bread touching him in not even an intimate way.
"Oh god. Oh fuck, please no.." Banana murmurs under worried chapped lips, one wrong move and Bread would feel his problem. Worse enough, he couldn't get rid of it without stirring Bread, nor could he have the privacy to do so. So.. He could either silently jerk off while his best friend slept faced towards him, or he could sleep uncomfortably with a boner and run the risk of having a 'sweet' dream about Bread with it.
Lucky enough for Banana, Bread was indeed awake. He heard and saw everything through his half-asleep gimmick, and after a while of spectating, he chuckled and pulled suggestively at the dress pants that kept Banana's boner intact. "I heard and saw everything, you're not very good at being quiet."
"I'm sorry-" Banana chokes out. He's distraught, so embarrassed his friend was seeing him like this. Bread wasn't phased though, and just continued tugging at the pants until they came down, revealing a pair of white boxers with a tent now painfully twitching in its place. With one swoop, it was relieved, lovingly sticking upright at the freedom of its constraints.
Banana's length was just perfectly big enough to fit in Breads palm, the rings adding an extra layer of bliss to the pleasure that was about to unfold. Banana was already a mess, his handcuffed hand being lined up with the pillow as well as another now grasping Breads' shoulder, his hips slowly swaying into Breads' palm pathetically.
"Ah-Ah, easy there slut."
Banana bit his lip, holding back a moan. The sight was almost intoxicating, Bread's smirk grew wider with the reaction as he begun to pump his hand up and down rhythmically, his thumb occasionally grazing the tip as a tease.
Certain spots made Banana gasp, bite his lip harder to the point where it almost drew blood- Or even better, he moaned like a girl.
Shrieking, trembling, Banana acted like he was getting a handjob from the best girl in the planet. But no, It was just Bread, taking care of Bananas' arousal.
Like icing on a cake, Bread could barely control himself. Instinctively, he leaned in close to Banana, capturing a weak kiss as he peppered them on Bananas' throat. How badly he wanted to hear more of these erotic sounds, whether it'd be Banana shuddering out his name, or even soft little moans that rolled off of his tongue naturally.
An orgasm chased after a shudder of joy, coating Breads' hand in post-orgasm fluid. His load wasn't large at all, which semi-disappointed Bread, but now there was another problem he had to deal with.
Sitting up, Bread saw his boner sticking painfully out of his pants. It ached, the fabric clinging to him uncomfortably like pins and needles.
Like an animal, he pinned Banana down with one hand still deeply intertwined with the smallers, he pried at his own draw before pulling some stitches and pulling down his pants with a sigh of relief. His length twitched happily, resting gently on Bananas' cock.
Banana, who was still cloudy from a pleasured daze, stared stupidly at Breads' length with a half-smile. He looked horrified, yet his eyes and expression were laced with lust and arousal. "No fucking way- No fucking way thats going in me." Banana says this, yet he's holding one of his legs up to his side, almost asking for entrance; or to be completely ruined.
"You wanna bet on that, bitch?" Bread hissed, lining up with Banana as he rubbed some of Bananas' previous cum on his length as a puny excuse for lube. Banana was far too embarrassed to speak, so he just nodded-
"I don't speak mannequin." Bread teased, his tip leaking precum as his free hand thumbed Banana's length again, causing the smaller to use all of his energy not to buck his hips and give into another potential handjob.
"Do it.." Banana whimpers, he was getting needy. For the first time, he truly needed Bread. Right then and there, he needed Bread to absolutely ruin him in all of the right ways.
"Do what?" Bread kept teasing. Banana looked so fed up, yet he gave into the demand as if his life depended on it. "Please, ruin me Bread--" He pleaded, Bread was about to be halfway inside of Banana at this point, just on how Banana pleaded for his best friends cock like this. "I need you in me, like, right now fuckface.."
"Fuck. Fuck, that's hot.." Breads' stomach is filled with butterflies as he slides his tip in no problem. Banana was cramping and swallowing inch by inch of his rock hard length, eating it hungrily as if his whole body was demanding attention by him.
Once fully in, and just with a few thrusts; Banana's eyes were half-lidded, his back completely arched, and he had to be pushed down into the unreliable mattress in order to prevent pleasured spasms.
"Oh.. Oh gosh, Yes- Bread, Bread, there!" Banana pleaded, his hips grinding against Breads base with each repetitive thrust. The second more brutal than the first, especially with Banana begging for it like this, it was guaranteed it's only going up from here. The handcuffs made it painfully annoying trying to find Bananas' good spots, but eventually they managed to set up an awkward position where Bread could hit the certain spot in Banana that made him scream every time. At first it was shakes and moans, but now it was dragged out, pleas followed with teary-eyes that could make even the straightest man get a massive boner.
The moaning felt like it turned Bread on all over again, the more he pressed his hips into Banana, the more he received. It didn't matter how greedy Bread was at this point, he just wanted more and more from Banana, who had no choice but to give. He claimed kisses, parts of his exposed skin, moans-- even the ones where his speech was beyond slurred.
"M' gonna cum-" Bananas eyes widened with his slurred voice, he looked like he was seeing the brightest of stars in the prettiest skies, Breads thrusts grew sloppier as noises emerged from their tango seemed to fill the dirt hole.
"Cum for me--- Fuck! Cum for me, bitch!" Bread grinned, holding off his load until Banana spilled out beneath him, writhing with pleasure and disbelief as he experienced one of the best orgasms of his life. Completely staining his suits' undershirt, his eyes were almost shut with a bead of drool dripping down his chin. The sight made Bread explode inside of Banana, shuddering as his orgasm hit full-force, staining Bananas insides as Breads' nails dug into one of his thighs just to brace himself, as his member pumped thick strands of white goodness into Banana.
He fell back into the mattress, both boys worked up with sweat, tears, and finally some resolved tension. Banana looked beyond spent, which.. Did make Bread feel a bit guilty.
"W- We're still doing the challenge, don't get any idea-s" Bread pants, he pulls the handcuffs keys from his inventory and unlocks them temporarily. Banana looks confused as he pulls his boxers up, trying to cover up the fact that his now stretched gloryhole was an obvious reminder of who had just screwed him rather harshly.
Bread opened his arms, making Bananas' eyes widened. "That's so gay of you. Like, even for m-" Banana huffed, but was pulled in by Bread anyway. "Don't get ahead of yourself you dork, I just fucked you and I won't hesitate to make you even sorer."
That shut Banana up. "Aw shit, I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow am I?"
"Probably not, but that's gonna be a you problem." Bread finally rests his head on Bananas', he feels the smaller climb and cling onto him as if he were a personal pillow.
Sleep never felt so good that night. It was sweet and part of them wished it could last forever. Oh well, the two would have to wait to have another session anyway, maybe not when they're recording like this.
{BONUS}
Banana is met with Breads cologne filling his nostrils, as well as the sound of passive mobs gracing above them loudly. Banana groans, covering his ears tiredly as the bottom half of his body aches from the lovemaking he had experienced last night.
"Sleep good, Banana?" Breads' voice is croaky, he must've just woken up too.
"Mm.. Yeah, I wanna go back to bed." Banana half-complains, completely comfortable and really couldn't be asked to move anyway.
Bread rolls his eyes and lets Banana cuddle back into the crook of his neck. "Fine, ten more minutes, but we are beating the ender dragon today."
"Yeah yeah.." Banana is cut off by a yawn. "Shut the fuck up, and let me sleep."