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Chance was sitting on the bed, nothing but the sound of an idle clock ticking in the background driving Chance absolutely crazy. His cheeks felt flushed and the rounds were long, longer than he’d like. He was the first to die, stacking weakness like a fool while spawning oh so close to the killer. It was embarrassing really, dying in two hits before his darling fiancé could even get anywhere close to him to heal him up.
God..his fiance,
Elliot
,
Elliot
,
Elliot
. The name rang in his head like that damn ticking from the clock, and soon enough he couldn’t take it anymore. In Chance’s opinion, it’s not hard to drive a man insane. Especially when
Elliot’s
involved, at least.
He shuffled atop the bed, rubbing his thighs together to apply some sort of pressure down there at the growing tent from the mere thought of his fiancé. Glancing over at his night stand he recalled his abandoned phone, he could text
Elliot
and tell him to die to come ‘let him hit’..In Chance’s words. But really, he wanted him to win and give him some sort of congratulations for that later. Besides, what’s a little bit of one person foreplay?
Chance’s eyes, still locked on his phone, gave him quite the idea he couldn’t just shake off. He still had that recording from a week or so ago, and why let it sit abandoned, forgotten? The idea of watching it while pleasuring themself was more than ideal, and thus he got to work undoing his belt. He didn’t fully take his belt off, though, instead just unclipping it and unzipping his pants, pulling down his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free.
Peering down at it he noted how he had gotten lucky that day. Ten inches, if
Elliot
were to come back he’d be happy. Fuck,
Elliot
. Placing his thumb against the tip he applied pressure while his other hand sought to unlock his phone. Opening it up to his home screen of him and, of course,
Elliot
. Swiping up and then to the right, pressing down on the gallery button, and going to videos he pressed on the one with
Elliot’s
flushed face as its cover.
After reassuring his phone was connected to bluetooth on his headphones, which it was, he hit play with the sound as high as it’d go, completely drowning out any outside sounds. He moved his hand up and down to the rhythm of the plaps, occasionally switching it to one firm stroke at each moan his darling future husband would make.
Each movement felt like he was pleading out for something. He wasn’t exactly one to use this word very often, especially not on himself, but he was needy. He was needy for Elliot . Fully convinced they would simply cease to exist if they didn’t get this absolute need sorted out, not a want, a need. They needed to see his face, to see how flushed he was while he rammed into him repeatedly. They needed to bite down on his neck. The video sufficed to ease some of these needs but not by much. The second they got their hands back on him, oh god, he’d make sure he couldn’t walk for weeks—of course, if Elliot was fine with that.
Chance couldn’t help his imagination go wild at the repeated thoughts, speeding up his strokes to far quicker as he chased his own climax that he couldn’t quite reach without Elliot there. He absolutely despised this feeling, this feeling of craving something so badly they created fantasies surrounding it. But who could blame him? It was hard to not crave someone oh so perfect like Elliot , it was hard to not crave someone who could do everything. Someone so perfect, someone who was purely Chance’s and Chance’s alone without having to worry about other pricks fawning over their husband. Well, he still worries about that sometimes, but he trusts Elliot to hold his own and not accept going out with a guy that’s probably better than Chance in every single way.
Better than Chance, oh god Chance is horrid for Elliot . He does nothing that Elliot does for him, he just lounges around lazily all day and occasionally saves Elliot during rounds. But he doesn’t always get to him. Sometimes he dies before Chance even looks at that damn stupid tablet The Spectre gave him, not even realizing Elliot was soon to death.
Chance hated to admit it, but thinking about how pathetic he was only turned him on more. He thought about Elliot degrading him, a weird thought knowing how nice the pizza boy is. Would it be weird to ask Elliot to call him pathetic while Chance ruts into him like a dog? The thought of forcing Elliot’s clear, degrading, words into gibberish as he gets his brains absolutely fucked out was more than enough to turn him on to measures he couldn’t quite describe. They couldn’t wait to mockingly hum out, ‘What happened to all your words? Can’t think now?’ Or something along those lines. Probably something better, but that’s all Chance could think of right at this very second.
Speeding up the pace of his hand he focused away from his own thoughts and back at the video. Watching Elliot’s face, hands gripping onto the mattress for dear life while Chance pounded into him like he hadn’t seen him in weeks made the man feel more than just ‘worked up’. His hand wasn’t enough anymore, he couldn’t cum just by this alone. His face red and flushed, mind hazy, he glanced around the room for something, anything, to remind himself of his husband.
Stopping the movements of their hand they spotted two things. One, one of Elliot’s plushies that Elliot adored to collect. And, two, Elliot’s used black undershirt on the floor after yesterday as he was just too lazy to put in the laundry hamper out of tiredness.
Stopping his hand and pausing the video he stood up from the bed, pants shuffling awkwardly around his waist. They couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as they had completely forgotten their pants were even on in the first place, and now that it was recalled the pants felt oh so suffocating. Ignoring their own thoughts, and honestly too focused on their mission, they opened the drawer and grasped onto a pair of scissors.
Elliot’s going to be so mad.
He picked up the undershirt, recalling how smooth and soft the texture was, holding it up to his face and taking in a long inhale of the scent his husband has. Thoughts instantly swirling deeper into how perfect Elliot was, how amazing he always smelled, the thought of him holding onto Chance when he gets home. It was too much and really thank god he could finally get all this pent up frustration out. Placing the undershirt onto the bed beside them, they began the process of cutting a hole open at the bottom of the plushie. If they were recalling correctly, it was titled a squishmallow or something like that. An axolotl one. It reminded him of Elliot too, shit, everything reminded him of Elliot .
Once the hole was nearly perfectly cut into it he grabbed his phone and made a makeshift phone holder, placing it against one of the pillows. Pressing play, the loud sound filling his ears again drowning out the outside world. The gambler then picked up the undershirt and placed it against his nose, inhaling deeply once more while inserting himself into the hole of the stuffed animal.
A low groan escaped his lips, one no doubt lustful as he imagined himself inserting into Elliot , but he was well aware this was merely a plushie and not the actual version. After a few seconds of standing there with a flushed face he began to slowly pull out before slamming back in. He grabbed onto the top of the plushie to hold it there as he began to wildly thrust inside of the plush, whining each time he had to pull back out at the loss of contact and exhaling anything from a groan, a whine, or a moan when pushing back in.
With lust soon became a sort of hatred, hatred that he was feeling this, hatred that Elliot wasn’t here with him. Why does he have to be in a round? Why can’t he be under him laying there with such pretty, poorly restrained, noises falling from his lips like usual? He looked so magical in that video, so why can’t he be right here with him? This was a type of torture the rounds didn’t quite give him. This was the absolute worst thing The Spectre put upon him, not letting Elliot be here when he needed him the most.
It wasn’t long till his thrusts became sloppy and a familiar sensation of heat in his gut took over his body. With one final thrust, he weakly came into the plushie. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy his needs, it wasn’t enough to satisfy what he wanted. He didn’t feel relieved, if anything he felt worse. And, almost mocking him, the video only had three or so minutes left. With a groan, this time of displeasure, he began to move inside the plush again. Determination to get this feeling to go away no matter what.
Elliot was exhausted, having gotten back from a long round of purely just running as he was targeted nearly the entire time. His legs hurt, his mind was fuzzy, and he was panting like some sort of dog. Sitting at the table he finally had a second to relax and just think over what had happened, probably grab a cup of water or something. Standing up from the table once his lungs stopped feeling like they were collapsing inside of him, he walked over towards the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.
While walking he began to drink it, heading straight back over to his cabin that he shared with Chance and slowly opening the door. He nearly spit out the mouthful of water from the sight of Chance humping into one of his plushies if he didn’t forcefully swallow it. He didn’t know what to do, nervously turn and walk off or stay there and help him out? Now, he was unsure at first, but Elliot wasn’t exactly a bad fiancé. He wasn’t going to leave the guy high and dry.
“Chance?” Elliot mumbled
The pizza boy noticed by the way Chance didn’t respond when he called out his name that whatever he was listening to was way too loud, and that Chance didn’t notice him. With an evil grin he closed the door behind him and slipped inside, placing the bottle of water on one of the counters before moving behind Chance. He reached around and gently grabbed the base of his cock with his left hand.
“AH!?” Chance quickly paused the video and took off his headphones, looking behind him to see the only person he wanted to see right now. Almost instantly Chance moved his phone and the plush to the other side of the bed, grabbed Elliot by his hips, and slammed him down on the bed below him.
“Oh my god I missed you sosososososo much darling,” Chance began while unbuckling Elliot’s belt. They glanced up at Elliot to reassure he was fine with this, and once Elliot nodded he got back to work stripping the other of all his clothes.
“I can tell..did you really have to cut a hole in my plushie though?” Elliot laughed as he spoke, and all Chance replied with was
“Then degrade me for it, make me regret it.” Chance finally managed to get Elliot’s pants and boxers off, alongside his shirt, leaving only his visor on.
Elliot raised an eyebrow, that was new. He didn’t exactly know Chance liked being degraded, if he did he would’ve done it much sooner. With a hum in acknowledgment he began to think over a plan on what to say to him. It wasn’t much longer till he had a few sentences in mind, a general idea on what to say. Keeping this in mind he didn’t move, merely stared at Chance before smirking.
“You’re terrible, so needy you had to cut a hole in MY plushie? You know you’re going to pay me back for that. Or you’re going to make it up right now, but knowing how horrible you are at everything you do I doubt you’d even make me feel anything special.” Elliot then spread his legs as he spoke, expecting Chance to give him some sort of prep but was met with Chance instantly slamming the whole way in. Elliot cried out a moan, eyes almost instantly watering with pleasure as he tried to ignore the intense simulation and focus on words.
“Wow, yo..you’re so desper..desperate..Haaah—just going fully in like that? How needy were..were you? So incredibly needy, hm?” Elliot teased, trying his absolute best to properly degrade the gambler.
“Only two seconds in and I’m already destroying your speech?” Is all Chance replied with as he grasped onto Elliot’s hips roughly and began to slam in and out of him at an intense speed. He loved this, he adored this, fuck it he NEEDED this. This was exactly what he was craving, Elliot beneath him like this. He loved him so much, he loved how he’d go out of his way to please him, he loved how despite the degradation there was still oh so obviously adoration towards Chance in his eyes.
“And..And me..” Elliot mumbled out in response to the ‘destroying’ part. Feeling his face heat up as he ignored everything outside and focused purely on the feeling of Chance roughly fucking him. Tightly gripping onto the bed sheets below he rattled through his mind for more things to say, more things to make Chance feel something. Feel good.
“You..You’re not even doing a goo..good job.. You’re..just..chasing yo..your own pleasure with slo..ppy movements. Mmph..You, uh, you.. Can’t even satisfy me. ‘M gonna have to jack off af..ter this to ..to satisfy myself.” Elliot declared with sloppy speech, eyes tightly closed as a bit of drool dripped down the corner of his mouth that he was too out of it to even notice.
That’s when Chance grinned, they then got an idea, albeit a mean idea but still an idea. Slowly, they pulled out of the other and rammed back in a few times before abruptly stopping and pulling out fully. He really didn’t want to do this, he just wanted to keep going at Elliot till Elliot was too tired to continue, but at the same time he craved to see how it’d feel observing Elliot in such a state. So, thus, he began to speak such cruel words in an oh so soft of a tone.
“If I can’t satisfy you, then go ahead, jack off.” Chance crossed his arms expectantly.
“Why’d you..What?” Elliot frowned, his cheeks turning bright red as he thought of just how embarrassing that would be.
“Go ahead, if you do well enough of a job I’ll keep going, pal” Chance then lifted up a hand and teasingly ruffled Elliot’s hair, only further embarrassing the pizza boy.
Elliot swallowed, hard, watching as Chance backed up to give Elliot more room, staring at him, waiting. Elliot slowly lowered his hands downwards, pressing two fingers inside of himself and beginning to move them in and out. He curled his fingers inwards and pressed against his prostate, whimpering at the touch but compared to how full he felt before it was absolutely nothing. He bit his bottom lip and tried his best to satisfy himself, pressing as hard as he could against his prostate but nothing quite came of it. He didn’t know what to do, so he began to beg.
“Chaanceee,” Elliot whined out “,you can’t just leave me like this. Love, please, I can’t satisfy myself like how you can. Cmon, please? I’ll do anything”
Chance paused, seeming to think it over for a second or so before approaching again and grasping onto the ins of Elliot’s thighs, spreading his legs again and slowly entering himself into Elliot.
“You’re so needy” Chance mumbled, acting as if everything he had just done was not allowed to be brought up.
“Mmph..says you” Elliot teased back in response, earning Chance beginning to roughly drive in and out of him repeatedly. Everything felt like ecstasy to Chance, being allowed to touch a body he craved oh so much, being allowed to be teased by the same man who he sought out like a dog in heat. It was all too much, especially just the sight of Elliot below him. But, he couldn’t quite cum yet, he needed to hold it in to properly satisfy Elliot, to make his words a jumbling mess.
Grasping onto Elliot’s hips for more leverage, Chance continued his rough pace. Hearing Elliot’s degrading words go into silence except for the whimpers and moans that Elliot poorly tried to stop from coming out by cupping his hand over his mouth had him convinced it was a part of the entire reason he existed. The gambler moved his hand higher to take hold of both of Elliot’s hands in only one of his, pinning the pizza boy’s arms above his head while leaning down and beginning to gently bite his neck. He wanted to leave a mark, not put his husband in pain. God, the way Elliot let Chance treat him and asking Elliot to treat Chance horribly was Chance acting like he wasn’t the one pleading out for Elliot needily. This, oddly enough, turned on Chance even more knowing Elliot would just do anything he asked at any time.
Elliot really was perfect, wasn’t he? And he was underneath him, a mess, loud and out of it.
“‘M..’m..the..mpph..close..” Elliot muttered out, Chance barely catching what he said but still mostly understanding. To give Elliot the extra push Chance lifted up a hand and began to pump the pizza boy’s dick with a considerable amount of pressure. It wasn’t much longer till Elliot let out a particularly loud moan and came atop his stomach and a bit of Chance’s chest. Which made it occur to Elliot that Chance was practically fully clothed while he was completely naked. He didn’t think too much about it, not like he had time to, before Chance came inside of him making him feel oh so full.
The two laid there for a moment in utter bliss, staring at each other with loving eyes before Chance pulled out.
“Thanks for doin’ what I asked, love” Chance spoke with a smile
“Any.. time..eheh..If you like something..I..I like it too..”