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Lomedy had been pent up all day. Harvesting crops all day had taken a toll on him, the farmer was left exhausted, back aching, and his knees killing him by the end of the day. He deserved to decompress tonight, after the day's hard work.
The farmer stumbled through his home, rushing straight into the bathroom to rinse off the dirt on his body. Lomedy stripped himself of his clothes and stepped right into the shower. The farmer slumped in relief as warm water hit him, drenching his whole form.
Soon enough, he finished his bath and walked out of the steamy bathroom. Lomedy grabbed a random towel and wrapped it around his hips. He headed for his bedroom next, rummaging through his closet to find a set of pyjamas.
He decided on a pastel orange set and a pair of his boxers. Lomedy slipped his boxers and pants on first, adjusting his fluffy tail through the hole in his pants. Screw companies for not making bunny-friendly products, he had to ruin all his clothes just to avoid a shit-looking lump in his behind!
“Hm,” he hummed, satisfied that his soft tail could freely twitch and wag and wiggle without the restraints of fabric on it.
After Lomedy's whole tangent, the shirt came on, and he practically purred in new, warm clothes on his newly-bathed body. Then his stomach rumbled insistedly.
The bunny walked out his room and straight to the kitchen. Ignoring the dishes in the sink, he grabbed a pot and filled it with water and threw in a few sweet potatoes he found inside a crate he'd hauled in the day before, then settled it to boil on the stove.
He was too tired for a proper dinner. What are you, a cop? Lomedy munched on his dish of sweet potatoes with delight. He was always fond of these spuds, it was easy to cook and always a delicious meal. Yeah, sue him!
Lomedy munched on the sweet potatoes like he was a starving, starving man. Though it was partially true, because he'd been bent over and picking crops from sunrise until sun down, his body was practically on the verge of passing out and sleeping for a thousand years.
He'd much more prefer carrots than sweet potatoes, but then that would require him to do another round of harvesting, since he focused on gathering spuds today. The bunny doesn't think he could handle more manual labor for the day. He'll just have to make do with potatoes tonight.
He eventually finished the meal and took off to head to his room, slouched and tired, desperately in need for some good night sleep.
With the weight of the day on his shoulders, Lomedy collapsed into the bed, tucking himself in nice and cozy and letting his body relax. The bunny let out a long sigh, letting himself go boneless onto the bed with the intention of being fast asleep.
His eyes squeezed closed, hands gripping the ends of the covers draped over his chest, just the idea of sleep right then and there sounded so damn heavenly. A good night's rest would fix him.
Lomedy rolled to his side, getting relatively restless with how his body seemed to refuse dozing off so much. The farmer huffed, figuring he'd try to use another method to get him sleeping.
The bunny put a pillow between his legs, cuddling it like it was an actual person, like a certain wolf that would come to his farm often and help him out with chores….
Or not! It was just a pillow, after all.
But his mind continued to wander to that same wolf, his warm arms helping out with the heavy lifting, heating coal for his cooking, oh, and those bulging biceps he possessed, able to hold and crush him without breaking a single sweat…
Lomedy labelled it as just normal, appreciation. Who couldn't be grateful for a helping hand? One that was willing to come to his every beck and call, wouldn't you just be treasuring that offered kindness?
It was just typical, ordinary, praise and value for some of Flame's efforts in helping with the farm and the farm animals. Yeah.
Yet that wolf was all that was on his mind, enough to keep him awake and make Lomedy toss and turn on the bed to, on quote, “find the best position to sleep in.” On his back, on his stomach, on his sides, nothing would work.
The farmer groaned, figuring he'd just tire himself out so he could pass out as quickly as possible. Lomedy sat up with a grumble, crawling to the edge of the bed to rummage through his drawer. He felt around for a bit, until his hand landed on the broad, flat surface of his trusty laptop. The bunny retreated to his spot with a wicked grin.
The bunny kept a hand on his thigh, innocent as ever as he kept his focus on the screen. His deft fingers tapped on the keyboard, clicking on a site he's visited multiple times in the past. Lomedy is rather sheepish as he looked up male solo videos.
The bunny skimmed over thumbnails and unpromising titles, scrolling through a few of them until he finds one that seems decent enough.
It was a random white dude. Toned and slim, his body so thin the bunny could've mistaken them as a stick. The farmer shrugged, it was the only good video he could find at the moment. It could work.
Lomedy clicks on it blindly, watching intently with a hand on his stomach, playing with his boxer's waistband. He kept his eyes on the screen, watching the man teasing himself with slow, shy thrusts, letting out little gasps and sighs.
The video continued on, the dude seemed to have grown impatient now, with how he gradually sped up his strokes and his sounds became louder and more hazy, almost like he was lost in his own lustful haze right In front of the camera. Lomedy's dick twitched in interest as he watched further on.
He shuffled off his pants while watching the guy stroking his cock at a moderately fast pace. Lomedy watched the hand, his own sliding down his boxers and gripping his hardening dick, trying to copy the guy's dick. He huffed, his shoulders sagging as he got the satisfaction of touching himself, finally after a long day.
He matched the guy's pace, getting into it as each stroke drove electricity up his spine and spread warmth all over his body. Lomedy couldn't register anything else besides the guy's moans and his heart banging against his chest.
The bunny was so focused on himself, he didn't even see the guy come all over himself, too busy with his own pace and trying to get to his release. His tail twitched wildly as his orgasm came over him. Lomedy let out a loud moan slip from his mouth as white ropes shot out from his slit.
Lomedy laid in silence with his own spent on his stomach, his breaths coming in heaving pants without a pattern. The bunny let the quietness sit, coming down from his high, panting for breath.
He looked at the mess he made on his stomach, then decided that he needed more. Being a bunny with a high libido, he wasn't the type to settle for just one orgasm. The farmer scooped up his own seed, using it as more slick for his hardening dick as he browsed through the videos of the hub.
Lomedy went through another orgasm, adding to the mess on his stomach. The bunny's tail twitched in need, for yet another. The farmer huffed, looking through the videos again.
His mind wandered again, straight back to the wolf. Lomedy shook his fantasies aside, trying to focus on cumming again. Not without that sly, sly wolf on his mind. The farmer scrolled through the videos, then a certain one caught his eye.
He moved the touchpad over the thumbnail, the pointer hovering over a masked man’s face next to a fairly big, void-black cock. Lomedy blushed as he immediately recognised who it was just by their eyes, taking a second to process.
Gold and fiery irises stared back at him, eyebrows scrunched and their eyes looking pleading and desperate. That can't be right, Flame is too honourable to be on Pornhub, it had more possibility of being an imposter than being the real deal.
Before he could stop his hand, he clicked mindlessly. Lomedy's face flushed redder than any other video could make him. He was almost jealous of the man ‘Flame’ was with. But the bunny was certain it was his best friend, no one else had eyes as beautiful as his.
The video started off with the wolf licking a stripe up the cock, then slowly taking the tip in his mouth while looking straight at the camera with a pleading look and oh fuck, does Lomedy feel his cock twitch at the sight. Flame looked so perfect taking dick, it was like he was made for it.
The so-called immortal demon, making such cute noises with another man's length in his mouth, looking so pretty for the camera with so little effort it hurt. Lomedy fisted his cock and continued watching, a hot, shameful flush reaching his cheeks while his eyes remained glued to the events of the recording.
“That's it, FlameFrags, take my cock like the slut you are..”
The bunny heard the condescending coo from the receiver, and he swore he recognises the voice somewhere. Maybe from another video he watched on this site? Their tone rang some bells in Lomedy's head, but he just couldn't quite place who's. He watched as Flame whined, then took their co
ck even deeper inside his mouth like his life depended on it. Lomedy stroked his dick faster at the sight of Flame bobbing his head up and down, trying to match the pace he was doing.
The way Flame made little sounds as he went down on the member, it was a symphony from heaven in Lomedy's ears, it only fueled more blood to rush south, the farmer could practically feel his heart banging against his ribs like a jackhammer. He swore the sight alone was enough to take him to the edge.
The gasps from the other person got louder, then their hips started bucking into Flame's mouth unapologetically. Lomedy could only watch as they gripped the back of the wolf's head and used him like he was just a hole, and damn Lomedy if the sight was just the pinnacle of his fantasies.
It almost felt illegal to see Flame in this state. Not the powerful and imposing Immortal Demon, but a cockslut in such a display, willing to let anyone use his holes like he was nothing but a fleshlight and show it to anyone who would want to see it.
Breaths became audibly heavier, coming out uneven and shallow, Lomedy felt himself get close to finishing as the video came to an end. He quickened his pace to match their thrusts into Flame's mouth, his choking and gagging only fueling Lomedy into completion.
With a ragged moan, Lomedy came all over his hand, squeezing his eyes shut as another spurt of cum came from his slit, coating his already-messy stomach with even more spunk to clean up.
The farmer panted again, then opened his eyes to face the screen of his laptop. It seemed he missed when the void-black cock had finished, but he was met with an equally pleasant sight. White spent on his masked face, his eyes closed shut and looking heavenly.
Lomedy could come again just from that sight. Damn Flame for being so handsome, he wished they'd take off his mask and show how ruined his face really was, but alas. He was perfect like this, cock drunk and desperate for more. Lomedy just can't get enough of Flame.
Almost like he was driven by an unknown, the bunny hovered the pointer over the video’s creator, one click led him to Flame's channel. A handful of videos met Lomedy's hungry eyes. Too lustful to feel shame as he picked a random video. One more finish, he told himself then you sleep.
He picked a random video, cock in hand as it played out. The farmer recognised the setting, it was unmistakably Flame's room. He knew the wolf's house interior like the back of his hand with the amount of time he spent there.
The bunny watched Flame, now just wearing a mask simply covering the lower half of his face while being completely stripped bare, leaving his hair and other features visible. The angle had made way for his pretty pink hole Infront of the camera, winking at Lomedy as if inviting him in.
In Flame's hands was a toy—he fiddled with it off-screen, then a small humming sound filled the air, a vibrator, then. Lomedy stared unabashedly as Flame teased his tight rim, glistening with lube in the light of his room. His eyes focused on Flame's hand as he inserted the tip of the toy inside his hole, making little noises as the vibrating device hummed inside him.
God, did that sight get Lomedy hard. His cock, gave himself a stroke, letting out a sigh as he focused back on the video, the way Flame moaned oh-so-sweetly as he shoved the vibrator deeper into his ass, making the most beautiful noises that has ever graced his bunny ears.
Lomedy watched as Flame moved the toy inside him, like trying to find something. Then a long, quaking moan came from his throat, the bunny assumed it was his g-spot. Flame kept writhing as he left the vibe in that position, small whines and moans escaping his lips.
Flame took hold of the vibe’s remote, pressing a few buttons like he didn't know what he was doing. Suddenly, the humming got louder, more prominent and vibrating faster than before. Lomedy's ears were once again blessed with sounds of Flame whining, needy and desperate.
The obscene noises he was letting out only fueled Lomedy's lust, stroking his cum-slicked cock to the sight of Flame getting off by himself to a toy. He just looked so pretty, making the most beautiful noises that Lomedy had heard in his life, something about one of the most composed people he knows crumbling under overwhelming pleasure excites Lomedy more than anything.
Lomedy felt the knots in his guts tighten for the umpteenth time that night as Flame's noises increased, falling apart Infront of the camera as he neared his release. The farmer could only moan as he and Flame reached their peak, moaning in tandem as they chased their high.
The bunny's perverted eyes watched as Flame got himself off with his own hands, only wishing that it was him, him that tore Flame apart and fixed him back up in all the right ways. It was getting harder and harder to deny as he got off to his own best friend.
Maybe that ship sailed the moment he decided to get off to Flame.
Desperate cries left Lomedy's throat as he reached the last orgasm that night, his legs quivering as a weak spurt of cum bloomed from his tip, only landing all over his cock with how much he'd milked his cock dry that night. The farmer let out a needy whine, opening his eyes to the screen again, and the sight was something he could only describe as a work of art.
White cum coated Flame's bare stomach, like melted chocolate on a sweet treat served on a silver platter, his mask looked like it was ripped off halfway yet his hand covered his mouth, trying to muffle the choked out moans escaping his lips. Chest heaving, looking absolutely wrecked Infront of the camera. The sight was just gorgeous, Lomedy felt as if he was never meant to see this. He paused the video just to admire Flame's face, his disheveled form shaking with the aftershocks of an orgasm, his hand clasped tightly against his mouth and hiding his face as if it would save his dignity that was already gone and buried, he was so handsome.
After Lomedy got his bearings and put his actions into view, he immediately closed the laptop without even shutting it down. He tossed it somewhere on his bed and laid limp on the mattress, shame and guilt whirring heavy in his chest. He just got off to his best friend. He just got off to his best friend.
He couldn't find the strength to get up and clean up the mess he made on his tummy, too consumed with a nasty mixture of emotions deep in his gut to do anything. The farmer laid limp on his bed, his breaths coming in desperate pants as he processed what he'd done.
It wasn't just admiration or appreciation anymore. He couldn't deny that he wanted Flame by his side, wanted him to reciprocate his feelings, retire and live his life by his side. What was supposed to be just a fantasy had consumed him, it had to take jerking off to his best friend to make him realise that genuinely wanted Flame.
Sleep made his eyelids grow heavy, yet only the thought of his blossoming feelings for Flame had been the only thing running through his mind. The realisation that, he wasn't just infatuated with Flame, but genuinely wanted him, a feeling he couldn't quite place blooming deep in his gut as his feelings slowly got clearer with every new thought running through his thoughts.
Sure, he'd oogled over Flame's skills and strength in the past, but deep inside his core was the underlying feeling that he'd actually wanted more. To be with Flame every second of his life, not as friends or close brothers, but as romantic partners, lovers, even.
Yet with a conflicted heart, he threw the blanket over himself and decided firmly. Lomedy will deal with it tomorrow, for now, all he could take was a good night's sleep.
He could deal with emotions tomorrow.