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Dark Choco couldn’t contain himself much longer. Ever since he made the decision to start living with Vanilla Fudge he has felt an overwhelming attraction towards him. He was just so kind, so caring, so loving. Every compliment that fell out of the vanilla’s mouth felt intoxicating, every “good job” and successful task done made the stoic Cacaoian blush. It was embarrassing.
Most times he could hide his desire, bury it so deep within himself not even the raisin crows would find it. However, when they were going hunting or training, he feared his thoughts were practically being broadcast to all of earthbread on full volume. Vanilla Fudge valued movement in battle more than strength unlike Dark Choco, so he wore lighter clothes. That in of itself wasn’t the problem. The issue is he always wore a tight-fitting tank top that highlighted both his chest and biceps, fingerless gloves that just looked really good on his strong hands. Tight leggings with some sort of drape over them to provide some coverage he was sure, but occasionally Dark Choco would accidentally get a glimpse of what was under in the middle of battle, it throws him off every single time. He doesn’t do it on purpose! It just happens! I’m not a pervert they chant in their head, but all he wants is to get a look again, consensually of course.
Vanilla Fudge was a lot stronger than before, in their childhood years. He loved baking and making flower crowns, especially healing others. A lot like Pure Vanilla except a bit more adventurous if he remembers correctly. Not to say he doesn’t still like those things, he still bakes quite often for Dark Choco. Now however, it seems as if he has gained an ambition for sparring and training. Either that or it was out of necessity. No matter the reason, it was so hot. Hotter than hot, seeing such a beautiful, delicate looking man, taking on monsters twice his size and weighing three times his own, covered in jam, made Dark Choco so wet.
Well, not wet. They didn’t have a pussy. But if they did, their pants would be soaked.
Right now, the sun was setting in the horizon. Dark Choco was washing the few dishes left in the sink from dinner, Dak Gomtang, or just chicken soup with beef-bone broth and ginger, is what they had that night. Simple but really tasty when cooked properly, which of course it was.
Vanilla Fudge walked up to Dark Choco, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezing, which didn’t catch Dark Choco off guard, after all he was very vigilant of his surroundings. But the contact made heat rise to his face.
“Come. I want you to sit with me, Choco” His voice meted like honey in Dark Choco’s ears. Silently nodding and placing the last of the plates on a rag to dry. He then followed Vanilla Fudge to the patio outside, where hand carved chairs were placed facing the sun set. “I just want you to watch the sunset with me,” the vanilla said, gently sitting down on one of the chairs. “We just need to decompress after today. Those Cake Hounds almost killed my produce”
Dark Choco lets out a breath of amusement, following his friend to the chairs and taking the seat adjacent to him. “Hm?” Dark Choco directs his attention to Vanilla Fudge, who was looking at him in what seemed like faux confusion. “Not going to sit on my lap?” he asks with a flirtatious smirk, catching Dark Choco off guard, face now completely burning red. Vanilla Fudge bursts out in laughter, almost falling out of his chair with how much he was doubling over in laughter. “Oh your face! Oh my witches, you should’ve seen yourself!”
Dark Choco grumbles to himself, wrapping his somewhat traditional, but still casual, robe around him tighter. He crosses one leg over the other to show frustration, but in reality, it was mostly to cover up the boner under his cloth. “You are so anoying…” Dark Choco says with a small scowl, only making the vanilla tempted to tease him more. “C’mon, you should laugh! It was funny” “Sorry, I have forgotten how to laugh” he responds, his voice monotone.
“Okay edge lord, you’re still cute” Vanilla Fudge smiles softly at the other, witnessing how his face continues to get impossibly hot. “Hm? Did the pretty boy like that?” he teases, resting his head on the chair’s arm, gazing at Dark Choco like he was a beautiful play, meant to be gawked at and admired. Dark Choco mumbles something incomprehensible, pouting a little.
“C’mon, look at me, Choco” Vanilla Fudge taunts in a sing-song voice, getting a kick out of embarrassing Dark Choco. The Cacaoian reluctantly looks over to make eye contact with the other, face still hot at his cheeks. “There’s that beautiful face! Now smile!” Dark Choco practically growls. “C’mon… Turn that frown upside down!”
Witches, you’re annoying “I want you so bad right now”
“What?”
“What?”
It took a while for Dark Choco to realise that he got his inside thoughts and speech messed up, not only that but he stated that he wanted the other man in such a whiny, needy voice. It was pathetic.
They both sat in silence for a while, suddenly the floor was very interesting to Dark Choco. Very talented craftsmanship he must say.
He waited desperately for Vanilla Fudge to start laughing, so he can play it all off as a joke and they can move on. But that laughter never came.
“Well…” Vanilla Fudge started tugging on the collar of his shirt, now it was his turn to get red all over. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it”
“Huh” Dark Choco whips his head around to look back at Vanilla Fudge, complete shock written all over his face. “You heard me” Vanilla Fudge responds, chuckling softly. He pushes himself off of his chair and walks over to Dark Choco, looming over him and placing a hand on his shoulder, gently sliding it way too close to his neck for it to be just platonic.
“I heard it’s a great way to decompress, isn't it?” He smiles softly, his eyes full of desire for the man in front of him. Dark Choco was speechless, staring stupidly up at Vanilla Fudge. “... Yeah…” he practically breathes out, not in control of some of his muscles anymore.
Everything was a blur for a bit, all they can recall is that they headed back inside and kissed, and now they were laying on the bed in Dark Choco’s room. Dark Choco sat between the others legs, a small drop of sweat on his forehead as he looked at the man sprawled out on the mattress, chest rising and falling. He sat up and started tugging the others' robes off his shoulders. “You’re so warm” he whispers, letting out a shaky sigh. Dark Choco shivers at the sound and touch of Vanilla Fudge, moving his hands to his hips and rubbing the skin there in gentle circles, rewarded with a soft moan. He laid him back down on the bed, head buried in the crevice of Vanilla Fudge’s neck and his hands drifting north, lifting his shirt up. Vanilla Fudge arched into his touch, making sure to purposely grind his hard on against Dark Chocos, who let out a gentle moan, which the vanilla gladly ate up, a smile stuck on his lips. “You’re so beautiful, Fudge…” he pulled the other’s body closer, making sure their crotches were always touching as Dark Choco breathed in the heavenly scent of vanilla extract radiating off of the smaller male. “May I.. Undress you?” he asks sheepishly, making the other let out a breathy chuckle, and move his hands to rub his shoulders. “You’re such a gentleman… I thought you’d be rougher with me” He tilts his head to the side to plant a kiss on Dark Choco’s head. “I’m glad you’re not… Please, remove my clothing”
Dark Choco let out a sigh, but it was not clear if it was of relief, excitement, or something else. Sitting back up, he admired the Vanilla’s form, pulling his crocheted shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor. His robe had already fallen off behind him, making him feel more exposed. The first thing Vanilla Fudge notices are the burns and scratches spread across his chest, memories of the battles long over. Vanilla Fudge was no different, scars littered his body as well, stab wounds and scraping marks all over his body. They both already understood that they had experienced harsh conditions before, which allowed them to get closer together through relatability.
Dark Choco glided his fingers against the other’s skin, cherishing every bit of him. Vanilla Fudge let out a sigh, slightly arching into the touch with burning cheeks. “Fuck…” he moaned out. Dark Choco bit his bottom lip, hair now sticking to his face. “May I touch you-” “Whitches-” Vanilla Fudge bucked his hips desperately against the other’s crotch. ”Yes. Yes yes please touch me… I need you so bad, Choco” The way he pleaded, the way he whined his name, said he wanted him, made his head foggy with need.
With both their breathing heavy, Dark Choco leaned down again and started planting kisses all over the star-shaped freckles over the other’s skin. His hand going south and into the other’s pants, cupping his bulge and gently rubbing it. Vanilla Fudge let out a low moan, tilting his head back to give Dark Choco more room to take him. Dark Choco’s subtle pecs pressed up against the vanilla’s ribcage. He had contemplated going to squeeze them but decided against it as another shock of pleasure washed over him, Dark Choco placing both their cocks against each other and slowly stroking them together. Dark Choco’s low, muffled moans that vibrate against his skin make his head light and his sense of self almost completely leave. “Mhm… You’re so big…” He mumbled into Choco’s ear. “I can’t wait to have it inside me” he moaned out, making the man above him shiver and let out a louder moan of his own.
As soon as both their cocks were slick with precum, and Vanilla Fudge’s pants were removed, Dark Choco couldn’t help but get desperate. All the dirty talk, all the gentle touches and saliva exchanged, for this moment. “You better tell me if it hurts” Dark Choco demands, maybe a bit too harshly, but he just cares about the others safety. He knew Vanilla Fudge was really strong and could handle a lot of more challenging tasks, but he couldn't help but see the man as delicate as he lay beneath him at his mercy, a fragile treasure that could break at any moment.
Vanilla Fudge took Dark Choco’s hand in his own, interlocking their fingers. “I’m counting on you doing the same” he responds. Dark Choco smiles, a bit nervous. He lines his tip with the other’s entrance, and slowly pushes in, gripping his hand tight as pleasure overwhelms him. He lets out a low moan as he shakes. Vanilla Fudge reciprocates the squeeze as his back arches, small groans erupting from his throat. “Oh fuck-” he gasps. “Choco..!” They both shiver as Dark Choco bottoms out inside, staying still for a few moments so the other man can get used to his size.
Vanilla Fudge bucks his hips against Dark Choco, signaling for him to start moving. He happily obliges and pulls out almost all the way, leaving his head inside, before sliding back in at a slow place. “Choco…” Vanilla Fudge moans out, moving his hips in the same rhythm. “Good Chcco… You’re doing a great job” he coos, knowing Dark Choco enough to have suspected he was into praise. When Dark Choco let out a groan and his movements got the slightest bit more sporadic for just a moment, Vanilla Fudge knew he hit the jack pot.
“That's right, keep moving like that. Ha-! Mhm… Fuck, You’re doing wonderfully, Choco” Dark Choco’s chest rised and fell quicker for a moment, the compliments getting into his head. “Fuck, you know what you’re doing” he mentions, his eye squinting at the other man in faux aggression. Vanilla Fudge chuckles in between moans. “You want me to stop” Dark Choco couldn’t control the way he responded, whimpering out a pleading “No..” as he continued to thrust into the others tight hole. “Of course- mh- Oh- ah! Thats- Fuck!” He bucked his hips more aggressively, he was losing himself in the pleasure. “Right there, Choco- Yes-! Oh don’t stop-!” His moans get louder as Dark Choco hits directly on that bundle of nerves that makes him see stars. Dark Choco grunts and moans almost in sync with Vanilla Fudge.
Dark Choco can’t keep his composure and he falls on top of Vanilla Fudge, burying his face in his neck again and gently nipping at the soft skin there, occasionally sucking to leave marks on him. “I’m so close…! Can I- ah-! Inside…” they moan in their ear, cock twitching inside the other. “Mhm! Yes my love, you may come inside-e! Oh!” Vanilla Fudge threw his head back and wrapped his arms around Choco’s back as did they as they released inside them, filling up their insides with hot semen. “F-Fuck-!” They pounded in a couple more times, just to milk this amazing feeling for a bit longer, before letting out a long sigh.
Dark Choco got off of Vanilla Fudge, about to pull out when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and shoved against the bed, Vanilla Fudge on top of him with a desperate expression on his face, drooling on the side of his mouth. “I-I need to cum-” He pants, sinking all the way back down onto Dark Choco, making him yell out in pleasure, hands instinctively going to grip the sheets behind his head. “Vanill-” His eyes roll back and his jaw is slack, looking completely pathetic. “Choco-” The vanilla moaned out, his breath heavy. “C-Can you be good for a bit and wait-.. wait for me to finish? Pretty please?”
The way Vanilla Fudge pinned him down and forced his dick back inside him, caused him to have the same reaction he does when he sees him in his battle uniform, getting him almost instantly hard again. The fact there was also the temptation of being good there too made him needy to please. He nodded his head and threw his head back when Vanilla Fudge started riding him, moaning and whimpering even louder now with no control.
Vanilla Fudge quickly started getting close again, wanting to approach there faster he moved one of his hands down to squeeze one of Dark Choco’s pecs, the squishy nature of the fat on his chest making him reach his peak, legs spasming and arms shaking as he yelled out Dark Choco’s name, clenching around his cock and unexpectedly sending him over the edge as well, double stuffing Vanilla Fudge.
They both relaxed after their climax, Vanilla Fudge pulling it out of him and instantly collapsing onto Dark Choco. They both laid there for a moment, just trying to catch their breath. “Good boy” Vanilla Fudge praises, moving his arms to wrap around the other. “Shut up…” Dark Choco responds. “... Thank you…” “It’s no problem, you did amazing…” Vanilla Fudge lifts himself up and sits beside Dark Choco. “I am sorry for going that hard on you though, are you okay” Dark Choco nods. “Mmm… ‘s okay… It felt good…”
Vanilla Fudge noticed how Dark Choco was acting, and smiled wide as he got off the bed and gently picked the larger man in a bridal carry. “You need some after care huh? I’ll warm you a bath” he took the still disoriented Dark Choco to the bath room, the only place in the house that had working plumbing, and started a warm bath for the other man.
After washing and drying them both, as well as getting some water, they both headed to Vanilla Fudge’s room, where the sheets were actually clean, and got under the covers. Dark Choco nuzzled his face into the other's chest, who was playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him until they both drifted off to sleep.