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Eggchan had been sitting on the old dock for what felt like hours, he memorized when the boards would flex slightly under his weight, when the tides would hit the fences propping up the boardwalk, and when the wood would groan and creak as if about to fall.
The lake, for the most part, was surprisingly still, only being moved by the soft ripples from his fishing line and the occasional roll of the tides as it moved methodically.
He breathed in the damp scent of moss and pine and sighed contently, he really had missed this, the quiet, the mundaneness, the repetitiveness of mindless tasks like this. He felt his shoulders slump and relax, only to be met with an uncomfortable shiver down his spine as his wings seemed to just move wrong.
Said wings served a heavy reminder of why this was such a respite, rocks and dirt clinging to the feathers in clumps and smudges, and the sight of them out of the corner of his eye made him frown.
He hated how vulnerable they looked, bedraggled and dull. He used to take such good care of them, too. He just didn't have the time nowadays.
From the treeline, Wemmbu attempted to move like a hunter (keyword: attempted. Egg could sense his presence from a mile away). Eggchan’s hand tightened around the fishing rod when he heard the familiar crunch of footsteps. The succubus felt a familiar thrill at catching sight of Egg alone, away from the weight of other people's eyes and threats
Seeing Egg so still, so peaceful, always stirred something complicated in him.
A mixture of pride, fondness, and the faintest ache he couldn’t name welled up inside his chest, filling the spaces between his ribs and filtering throughout his veins like ice. He didn’t like sitting still, didn’t like feeling soft, and definitely didn't like being viewed as weak. So he let a coy smirk slide over his face to evade those feelings. It felt safer; familiar.
Eggchan didn’t turn towards Wemmbu's direction right away, letting the sounds of the cool air and the waves crashing agaisnt shore cover the others moments, savoring the illusion of being unnoticed. He'd indulge in Wemmbu's antics like he'd done many, many times before.
“Well, well, well..." Wemmbu finally said as he emerged, his voice carrying a lilt of an almost teasing confidence. He leaned against the dock post, taking in the picture with a sense of satisfaction. “Yo, Egg. I left you like an hour ago, bro, why are you still fishi—” His eyes immediately caught on the spotted feathers. He tilted his head, a smirk coming onto his face as his eyebrows pinched together.
"....When was the last time you cleaned your wings, dude?'
Eggchan’s stomach twisted with a familiar mix of embarrassment and irritation. He didn't... remember. Egg knew his memory was horrible, but the simple fact that he didn't remember when he cleaned his wings was worrying.
Egg knows he picked out a few things of lint from the set of wings on his head... Does that count?
He yanked the line in a little as it bobbed the slightest amount underneath the water, watching the lure splashing across the surface as he tugged. “Bro, listen, they wouldn’t be dirty if we didn’t have to come all the way into the woods to get some peace and quiet, yknow?" he muttered, "like, that's just the price I had to pay, and I'm willing to take these sacrifices."
Instinctively, his wings folded in closer, curling around him preemptively, as if Ashamed to be seen, the smaller sets twitching in a self-conscious defense.
He hated how obvious it was, how easily Wemmbu could read him even when he tried to seem indifferent. A side effect of how long they've traveled together, maybe.
Wemmbu crouched low, the tall bastard, “And here I thought angels were supposed to be radiant and stuff,” he said, almost lazily, letting the words drip with mock offense. He checked his nails, pretending not to notice the way Egg’s body seemed to shrink in on itself.
"Uhm, yknow, Egg—" Wemmbu clears his throat before continuing, "I could like, maybe preen them for you sometime. Make them all proper and like, clean again?" Wemmbu looks away and picks at his long, sharp nails as if it's the most interesting thing in the world. He chooses to pretend not to feel the bead of sweat that runs down his cheek.
He could already feel the heat of his own thoughts bubbling up. How shameful his brain started to swirl into mush at how badly he wanted to touch—
Whoa, okay, that's dangerous territory.
He looked away from Egg in hopes that the man wouldn't see his blush, yet he still braced himself to play it off anyway.
...
Eggchan let the silence hang for longer than he probably should have, longer than he intended for it to be.
Egg's eyes were seemingly fixed on the lake’s surface. The fishing line wavered with the breeze, tiny concentric ripples moving outwards, but he didn’t bite. His wings gave the faintest, involuntary twitch.
"Are you… like, genuinely serious, bro?” he said finally, voice lower than normal, the question almost being swallowed by the wind that brushed against the treeline and danced across the water.
He didn’t dare look at Wemmbu immediately. Mostly because his judgment is better than that, and partly because Egg thinks he'd die right there and then if he did.
Wemmbu froze mid-fidget, nails pausing their motions. His grin softened, and he gave a single, firm nod, a nod that Wemmbu then realized that Egg (probably) couldn't see, so he managed a small, barely-there affirmation, more breath than sound. “Mm-hm.”
Eggchan reeled his line in slowly, the reel clinking in rhythmic, metallic increments until the lure broke the surface of the water with a small sound and dripped in defeat. “Alright. Fish weren't biting today, anyway,” he mumbled, half to himself. “Current harvest wasn’t… bountiful, despite it being a... beautiful day.” The clouds above looked greyer by the second.
It's times like these when Wemmbu wished he weren't a succubus. Besides the 'looking-hella-cool' part, his tail tends to react in ways that aren't favorable to the current predicament.
Speaking of his tail, it betrayed him immediately, swishing behind him in short, uneven flicks like a dog who just got told he was going to get a treat. Wemmbu doesn't linger on that thought any further, not at all, why do you ask?
To muffle a very loud cheer, he instead pressed his lips together, trying to hide the giddiness threatening to crack his smirk wide open. The fact that Egg agreed initially was enough to send a spark down his spine.
"Alrighty bro, C’mon,” Wemmbu said, finally finding his voice again, pitched high and casual. He offered his—not sweaty, he had the decency to wipe his hands on his pants first—hand as he straightened to his full, lanky, relaxed height. “Let's getcha' comfortable first!"
The walk to the shack was short, the damp boards of the dock giving way to the soft give of earth and dense thickets of spruce. The shack barely qualified as a home, its planks weathered and speckled with moss, roof sagging slightly under the weight of years and a few careless storms. Wemmbu had thrown it together in a hurry a season ago, but it had warmth and a bed, and right now, it would do.
Inside, the air was at least a little warmer, it smelled of candle wax and something more fragrant, like expensive cologne. There were a few chests to the left of the door, along with a furnace and a crafting table, which had burning candles placed atop it. There was a large carpet that covered the uneven floorboards, made of black and white wool.
Wemmbu gestured toward the bed, which was in the right corner of the room, next to a window. The bed was just wide enough for one of them to stretch out, and Eggchan hesitated for a second before sitting awkwardly on the edge, his wings curling instinctively tight to his body.
"Do I gotta take off my suit?”
"Yuuuup."
"Oh, duude, that's, gonna take so mine tiiimee—" Egg childishly laments, he lolls his head back and has to stop himself from throwing a mental tantrum. He'll settle for doing it physically.
...
He gets over it quickly.
His tie is carefully placed along the windowsill along with his suit-jacket, and he's just now shrugging off his dress-shirt. Egg chooses to pretend that he doesn't perceive Wemmbu oogiling at him… Okay well, maybe he fumbles a bit when he notices it, hand shaking when popping the last set of buttons.
When Egg finally sat on the bed, shirt fully off, leaving him in black slacks, Wemmbu crouched in front of him, and then he was to the side of Egg, and then the other side, and—he was just all around him, really. Egg felt flustered by the attention, his posture worsening by the second.
Wemmbu's eyes traced over the feathery mess with a mixture of astonishment (Egg was objectively handsome, how could he not?) and dread. “I… don’t even know where to start,” he admitted, voice uncharacteristically soft.
Each of Eggchan’s several sets of wings was spotted with grime, bent barbs stuck together in clumps, feathers practically being dulled to a muted gray where they should have caught the light and shimmered as an seraphims would.
Egg's stomach knotted with unsettlement, and yet, somehow, a faint warmth bloomed under the scrutiny, I mean, he was being cared for, in a way… Being noticed was nice.
He shifted, letting the outermost pair of wings extend slightly, exposing the worst of the dirt with reluctance. “That bad, huh?"
“Yeah, well, Bad is.… one word for it,” Wemmbu said, though his tone was more fond than cruel, a low hum threading beneath the words. He reached out, hesitated, and finally let his fingers ghost just above the ragged feathers, drinking in the nearness like a man lost in a desert finally reaching shade. “Errr— Don't worry about it bro, I'll fix 'em."
Egg feels Wemmbu sit on the bed behind him, the bed rising and falling with his added weight. After a second of shuffling behind him, he hears Wemmbu begin to ask, “Uhm, bro, how do I start?”
“Bro, I gotta give you a tutorial, too?" Egg groans, turning his head to point out specific spots to the curious man. “Ok, so you just gotta sort through my feathers first. Line up any that are out of place, pull out any that you think are dead, those are the ones where you can’t see any tint of like— I 'unno bro, I—I usually just pick at them until they fall out."
Egg pauses, having to actually think about how to take care of his wings, It felt shameful. "Just like, any discolored ones you see, oh—and like, take out any clumps of dirt and stuff you see, got it?”
Betraying the confused look on his face, Wemmbu nods and gets to work, slowly and gently combing his hand between Egg’s soft feathers on his back. “Ah,” Egg sighs in relief, a shiver running down his spine slouching forward to rest his head on his hands and finally get the rest he so desires, “Thanks, bro.”
A few minutes of silence pass by with no error, Egg happily dozing off as Wemmbu dutifully adjusts and smooths his feathers, quickly making his way through each section, cleaning them in such a careful way that it stands out to Egg. It certainly is unusual for Wemmbu to be so methodical, the seraphim notes. He only gets to see this side of him when he's doing an actual battle, not just a playful massacre.
The sensation of Wemmbu’s fingers carding through his feathers, being ever-so careful not to let his claws be too annoying, is enough for Egg to completely let his guard down, sagging his wings behind him as he hums in satisfaction, the ones on his head fluttering in small increments whenever Wemmbu fixes a particularly annoying spot.
He basks in the pleasant touch, letting himself fall back into Wemmbu’s hands with a clucking hum of a coo, and so what if the volume of Egg’s happy tune increases in volume when he hears Wemmbu let out a quick, small bark of laughter. That's his business, not yours.
Egg practically melts into Wemmbu’s soothing preening job. He lets the succubus fully take control as he slips into a slippery state between being awake and knocked out, head bobbing as he tries to stay awake, his wings flapping and instinctively expanding, expecting more of Wemmbu's touch.
Deep down, in his core, he knows he shouldn’t be reverting so much in front of Wemmbu, especially because this is his first time ever being preened by him, but the comfort is so immense that he just can’t help himself. Can you blame him?
And he's known Wemmbu for what feels like years. It's about time Eggchan let himself go like this.
Yet, the ease is torn away from Egg just as he was about to close his eyes as he feels a stray hand brush against his (naked) back. As he’s yanked back into his normal thoughts, he lurches away from Wemmbu with a startled yelp, flapping his wings as he flails in surprise. “Wemmbu!” He yells, scaring the aforementioned man in the process, “You can't suddenly touch a man there, dude!"
Wemmbu tenses, freezing in place with his hands still hovering right where they had committed their crime. “Oh, fuck—” He stammers, his face de-saturating with fear. “Sorry, Egg?” His brows furrow as he apologetically shrinks back into himself, his hands retreating and awkwardly gripping his pants.
“No, you…” Egg sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re fine, Wemmbu, sorry bro. You didn’t know, that's my bad.”
“Didn’t know what?” He cocks his head, straightening himself up and scooting closer towards Egg.
“Yeah.” The seraphim scowls, inwardly trying to shake off the odd feeling that touch had given him. It was way too akin to lewdness for his comfort, but luckily with how brief the touch was, his mind — and libido — had come out unscathed. “Just— Just don’t touch there. Or like, underneath the wings on my back in general .”
“Rightttt.” Wemmbu nods, “I won’t, for sure, for sure dude, my bad.” Egg hopes that the smirk he hears in Wemmbu’s words is just his imagination.
He doesn’t untense as Wemmbu returns to his wings, the instincts that still haven’t fully slipped away scream at him to be alert, to be aware of Wemmbu’s movements, because it’s uncomfortably likely he’s going to do that again.
Egg desperately wants to tell his brain to shut up, to just enjoy this moment, that Wemmbu would never intentionally work up Egg like that, they're just friends after all.
Wemmbu simply just didn’t know, that's all, but it’s all okay now, because he informed him that—
Sharp fingernails poke into the skin in between Egg’s wings, softly yet quickly scratching at the feathers attached to his body.
In an instant, Egg snaps his body around to yell at Wemmbu, holding back a gasp as an insurmountable amount of pleasure floods through his body in one, singular, harsh wave.
He spots an easily recognizable mischievous glee on Wemmbu’s face as the taller’s shoulders quake with silent laughter, and with anger, Egg realizes that he’s doing this on purpose.
“Wemm—” As he opens his mouth, Wemmbu darts his hands to tickle at the underneath of Egg’s wings, causing a shock of pure arousal—arousal!? to set all of Egg’s nerves on fire.
The seraphim’s back springs into an arch at the stimuli, and humiliatingly, his scolding words morph into a deafening moan.
Silence, a short moment of awkward silence, and then, it’s broken by a sharp gasp of surprise from Wemmbu
“Oh, Shit!” Wemmbu uses his legs to clumsily push himself away from Egg, freezing as his back hits the pillows. His feet push at the blankets, bunching them up as he uselessly tries to flee. “Oh shit—" Wemmbu barks another laugh, "Dude, I'm sorry, I'm sososo sorry—" Wemmbu sure as hell doesn't look sorry,
“...Wemmbu.” Egg all but growls, snarling at Wemmbu. He hates it, but against his will, he feels his dick hardening as lust surges through his veins. He keeps his back turned to Wemmbu, hiding his embarrassment even through his bout of outrage. “You… you do know what you just did, right?”
Wemmbu defensively raises his hands, curling his knees up to his chest to appear smaller. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to, bro! I’m sorry, I just thought you were ticklish, dude!"
“Ticklish!?” Eggchan ridicules, hollering as his voice, and anger, grow in volume. “Bro, are you dense!?"
“Well— I—” Wemmbu flinches, eyebrows furrowing. He doesn't think he's seen Egg angry—Well, he's seen Eggchan full of rage, sure, but that was only playfully, and never directed at him. He grabs at the sheets underneath him in a manner full of unsettlement.
Egg stares daggers behind him at the man, but his glare softens once he notices the fear on Wemmbu’s face. “Wemmbu.” He sighs, wincing and writhing as his arousal refuses to settle down, “Wemmbu, I— Ah, damn it—” He squeezes his eyes shut, grinding against his blankets in the most subtle way he could manage.
“Egg?” He hears Wemmbu begin, “What are you d… uhm, are you good, bro?” He asks with a pitiful croak to his voice, and Eggchan can hear the soft rustle of fabric as Wemmbu scoots closer to him.
“No, just— Just B-Back up, Wemmbu.” Eggchan manages, his breathing growing rapid as his rutting becomes slightly more apparent. He chases the friction against his aching dick, breath hitching as he resists the urge to reach down and take care of it himself, right in front of Wemmbu.
“Egg?” A shiver runs down his spine once he feels Wemmbu’s breath right beside his ear, with the curious man having closed in on him to find out what he was up to.
“No, Wemmbu—”
“Are you…?”
“Wemmbu—!” Egg chokes, whirling his body to Wemmbu, making him even more dizzy in the process. Egg grabs hold of the man's dress collar until his fist shakes, “You— Just, just stop fucking teasing me already!”
“Teasing!?” Wemmbu's voice rises in octave as he furrows his brows and raises his hands defensively, playfully again.
“Yes! You idiot, have you—” He pauses to groan in annoyance, exasperatedly shaking his head at the, an. “Have you seen what you’ve done to me!?” Eggchan berates, pushing Wemmbu back just far enough so he could see Egg's painful bulge resting between his spread legs.
Wemmbu stares exasperatedly for what feels like a decade, but is what realistically only a few seconds. He can feel the heat rising in his face, purple quickly becoming a startling shade of magenta as he feels his mouth start to fill with drool, "Oh… Oh shit."
The wings on Egg's head went to cover his face. He shouldn't have done this, Egg was a stupid, stupid player, maybe the most stupidest on all of Unstable. Despite his innumerable amount of uncorrupted knowledge, why didn't he know that this was the worst thing to do?
Wemmbu blatantly knows what he's doing, doesn't he? He knows what his actions are doing to Egg; he knows how his hands are making him feel, he has to, right?
The clothing barrier between them was starting to annoy the latter. He wanted to feel Wemmbu's palm pressing into his thigh, he wanted to feel Wemmbu's fingertips rub across his hips as he gripped them, he wanted to feel Wemmbu's—
Wemmbu's hand was now resting on top of his crotch.
“Do your wings always get fluffy like this when you’re turned on?”
Egg didn't even notice Wemmbu getting this close to him. He could feel hot breath across his neck and it made him suppress a yelp, his wings puffing out even more.
Egg thought he couldn’t blush any harder, but Wemmbu persistently kept proving him wrong. “I—… Not every time, bro, there’s—”
“So… it's just for me, then?” He asked, raising a hand to the pairs of wings on the sides of his head. “Are you putting on a show to make them seem bigger? It’s okay that they’re small, I know they don’t need to be big. I think they’re cute like this, all small and delicate…”
Egg’s wings puffed up further. He looked away from Wemmbu.
“...Unless it's an arousal response. Did you like that, Egg? Do you like it when I talk about how cute and fragile you are?”
One of Wemmbu's hands came up to run its nail across the feathers on his head, making Egg practically whimper.
“Aha!” Egg barked out a nervous laugh, swallowing dryly. “Let’s— Let's.. uhm talk about you for a while, huh? What—”
“Shhhhh.”
Wemmbu covered his mouth, pulling him further into the bed, Egg's back on the pillows, his wings spread out to their full extent, almost falling off the bed, and Wemmbu basically on top of him, his legs straddling the sides of Egg's stomach.
He struggled for a moment, then went limp. He was so, so warm here. Maybe he deserved to relax, just for a bit— It wouldn't be bad, would it?
Egg sinks his body against the pillows, and Wemmbu could feel Egg twitch despite the barrier. It made his heartbeat quicken.
“That’s it,” Wemmbu cooed in a cruel voice, eyes narrowing coyly. “Good boy…”
Egg's hips stuttered to grind into nothing, Wemmbu only leaned further towards Egg's face, neglecting Eggchan's dick. Wemmbu was a cruel man, Egg came to that conclusion very quickly. He deserved to be a devil. It suited him.
Wemmbu hums at that. He playfully leans down and scrapes his teeth against Egg’s neck, his tail lashing about wildly when Egg freezes, letting out a moan in surprise that’s straight-up pornographic, his hand dashes up to take hold of Wemmbu’s ponytail and tug.
Eggchan's back arches and presses him further into Wemmbu, Wemmbu thinks he’s already died and gone to heaven. It wouldn't be so bad if Eggchan came with him.
“Fuck,” Wemmbu laughs airily and drops his head into the crook of Egg’s neck and shoulder once Egg lets go of his hold, hands shaking, breathless. “This is driving me insane. You’re so— sensitive."
Wemmbu took initiative in messily unzipping Egg's trousers, practically clawing them off, not even taking a second to break eye contact with the seraphim.
Egg had a second of respite as Wemmbu (unfortunately) got off of Egg to get similarly naked, giving Egg time to shimmy off his pants just in time to witness the sheer beauty of Wemmbu.
And holy shit was he beautiful.
Conventionally, yes, but to Egg's standards, having seen the beauty of the universe shatter and reconstruct itself over and over again— it didn't even compare to how utterly captivating Wemmbu was.
By the time Egg registered that Wemmbu was dripping. Egg didn't account for Wemmbu having a cunt, but judging from the liquid that Egg felt when Wemmbu resumed his previous position surely meant he was doing a good job at…something.
Wemmbu’s patience was almost endless, but that was far from one of his more presently… Dominant traits as he clenched down around nothing, guiding Egg's hand to the black tattoo on his abdomen, feeling how it shakes before slowly guiding it lower, and lower, and then finally to his clit.
Slick glistened remarkably well against his skin, wetting his inner thighs and making it impossible to imply that he wasn’t equally as aroused by Egg’s sensitivity as Egg was. His brows were pinched together, tail quickly stirring, face warm.
Eggchan took a shuddering breath, palming up the length of Wemmbu’s thigh as he leaned over him, hissing as he rocked himself, searching for any stimulation. Precum had begun to leak noticeably from Egg's cock, now beading again at the flushed tip as Wemmbu's ass knocked into it with a soft gasp.
He could only pretend not to make note of the fleeting and almost unbearably fond expression on Wemmbu’s face when he managed to gaze up at him between feathers and hair that blocked his direct line of vision.
Wemmbu ground his hips backwards, purposefully stimulating Eggchan as he inched closer and closer to his dick. Egg had to bite his lip and suffer in order to not to let out a pitiful groan.
“I know,” Wemmbu cooed in response as he felt Egg's hips jerk upwards, accepting no further complaint as he guided the head of his cock to his entrance, drawing him in even closer with his calf hooked around the backs of his thighs.
Wemmbu was so, so tantalizingly wet.
Accompanying Wemmbu’s soft gasp was a deep, guttural groan from Egg when he pressed inside him, Wemmbu releasing a long, shuddering breath from the stretch. His head fell back against the bed, hair fanned out around him, wings covering his face completely, puffing up and shaking as he felt Wemmbu clench his tip methodically, if not accidentally.
Egg thinks he sees Wemmbu's tattoos glow in the light as he enters. Maybe he's suffering from a lack of oxygen.
Egg whimpered as Wemmbu's cunt tightened around him—so hot, and so wet, clenching and unclenching spasmodically as he bottomed out inside of him.
Maybe Eggchan was bigger than he thought—Big enough to see a bulge when viewed at the right angle... just maybe. The thought only spurred Wemmbu on,
“Wemmbu… Wemmbu…” He gasped, fighting with everything he had not to immediately grip him by the hips and start fucking up into him with abandon.
The only thing to hint at Wemmbu being affected at all was the pinch between his brows—but otherwise he looked as unbothered and beautiful as ever, "Egg—"
The voice that came out of Wemmbu sounded nothing like how he usually did, it was wrecked and whiny, desperate and tiny as it emerged from the back of his throat.
…Maybe Wemmbu was just as affected as he was.
The necessity of Eggchan's thinly veiled restraint was (thankfully) short-lived.
“Egg,” Wemmbu echoed. He huffed out a breath, “Move. Now—” He sucked in a breath through his teeth, wide, magenta eyes sliding shut, "please…?"
Egg didn't need to be told twice, even if he wanted to be. Gripping him by his waist and his hip, he drew his hips back, pulling him into the movement when he fucked back into him with a low, long groan.
Wemmbu sank down once more with a groan of Egg's name, causing his chest to flutter—even with Wemmbu's body relaxed, it was a tight fit. A pressure that Egg couldn’t help but grunt at, as the crown of his cock pried Wemmbu open, the stretch making Wemmbu's breath hitch and muscle seize.
The succubus' thighs quivered where they hovered on either side of his hips. The first few inches disappeared inside him, and finally, Wemmbu let out a breathy moan he failed to subdue, flushing from effort. “Y–...You’re thick—ngh—a-at the… top,” he stammered.
He… He was? He hadn't really paid attention to his own physicality, he'd always been writing in his book or following Wemmbu or… getting kidnapped. Too busy to notice, is the point.
Wemmbu cupped the man's face and slotted his lips over Egg’s. Wemmbu bit Egg's lip instinctively; Egg licked the blood that came from the wound.
Wemmbu's hands instinctively reach for something, anything—
And when his fingers shuffle shakily through his feathers, rolling slick against Egg's wings on his head, everything syncs so deliciously that Egg can barely breathe.
He squirms, desperate for more touch, desperately close. Wemmbu twists his hand again. Yes— one more, once more, one more time —
"Please, again," Egg begs, voice hooked on a moan, tears threatening to spill. " Please. I’m— ”
Wemmbu hums again, crazed, some acknowledgement, some permission, something, before he buries his hand and tugs at Egg's feathers. It floods him hot and fast and full and Egg sobs, body buckling, and that's it, that's it, he comes hard and fast over the edge, over Wemmbu's fingers and deep into Wemmbu himself.
Wemmbu's eyes went wide, iris engorged by his pupils, a sharp breath taken when he realized his insides were getting flooded. Then Egg, as he filled the man up with his cum, felt the parts that Wemmbu had taken be clamped down on, as if to coax more out of him.
“I- oh God,” he slurs through sobs, nails sliding down, digging into Wemmbu’s neck, “Oh Wemmbu—” He can’t talk properly, at all, can’t suck in air, can’t remember how to breathe, much less speak. He’s not sure what’s happening, he just knows that he feels good, and that Wemmbu is the culprit for making him feel this way.
Eggchan feels like he's flying again, with how Wemmbu makes his wings extend almost to a painful degree, the sparks being diluted into such pure pleasure that it makes his head swim, his back arching up into the warm heat. He feels so incredibly serene.
He wants to do that every day, wants to feel like this always.
Will Wemmbu want to do this every single day with him forever, maybe? As Eggchan thinks about it, he realizes that Wemmbu probably would, he would do anything if he just asked for it.
Eggchan can faintly register in the back of his mind that someone is moaning but he can barely hear it fully over the slick, dirty squelch of the man riding him to heaven, dragging him through the orgasm until he spurts weakly one last time, hissing from oversensitivity before the vibrations slow to a stop and the riding slows to a mellow grind, inching back and forth slowly.
Egg quivered with a groan against Wemmbu’s lips, instinctively pulling the man closer in an embrace. His semen was thick and warm, coating sensitive walls in hot, wet waves, and with Wemmbu somehow tightening around him more in response to it, his cock felt hollow and too full at the same time, nerves misfiring.
He felt like he saw stars. Just briefly, because at some point, Wemmbu pulled away from the kiss to instead bury his face into his neck, muffling a sharp moan that sent shivers down Egg's spine. Wemmbu didn't clamp onto him so much after that, just sagged against him pitifully, panting.
“I–I, you—” Wemmbu eventually sputtered, once he caught his breath. “You—I’m…Holy shit. 's warm. Fuck—”
Egg felt Wemmbu’s jaw clenched. Hands then came up on either side of his face, smooshing his cheeks as Wemmbu pulled back, whole face flushed a tender red, the ponytail now undone, leaving hair freely falling across his face, eyebrows knitted together. Flustered. “You did that on purpose,” he accused.
It was… cute, admittedly. Wemmbu could never be as nonchalant as he tried to be at times.
“I-I did,” Egg stammered, mustering an apologetic smile. “Was that… not okay?”
He watched as Wemmbu took a—no, several breaths, gaze shifting downward momentarily. “‘S fine, but… how are we…”
“I can keep going,” Wemmbu told him. “You—uh, feel me, right, my dear?”
Muscles fluttered around his cock head, and Egg had to stifle a noise. Regardless, Wemmbu seemed to understand that despite the pool of semen inside him, Egg’s dick was unchanged. Stiff, erect.
Wemmbu’s lips parted. He blinked slowly, like he needed more time to process, then swallowed once. He forced his hand not to shake as he reacted for Egg's own, carrying it with his own and holding it tight against his chest, right above his heart, as—
Another inch slid in, Wemmbu sinking his weight onto Egg’s cock.
The cum made it so much easier, the pressure eased, but it was still heat and sting and the slow pulse of Wemmbu’s cunt. More and more, Egg made sure not to move, despite the urge in his hips to thrust upwards.
Wemmbu’s body fluttered around him, caught between resisting the thickness and pulling him in deeper. His thighs trembled harder as his entrance spasmed and struggled to accommodate more—but what Egg focused on the most was the beat of Wemmbu’s heart, beneath the hand that Wemmbu held close. It was out of rhythm and nearly wild, and the realization made a tightness coil in his gut.
“Egg—” His voice cracked, soft and hoarse from the restraint. “You’re… You’re d-doing so good for me, okay?”
Wemmbu’s eyes were glossy and half-lidded. His breathing came in fast, shallow waves, chest rising like he couldn’t figure out how to get enough air in, but he heard Egg, judging by the squeeze of his hand and the gentle nudge he did with his head. “I-I’m… right, good. ‘M good for you” Wemmbu mumbled in half-broken sentences, the corners of his lips twitching to a dazed smile.
A dizzy rush was sent through Egg’s spine, when Wemmbu was finally flushed against him, the heat thick and exhilarating. On Wemmbu’s part, the stretch seemed to make his entire body, biceps rippling as he tensed, and yet he looked like an adorable mess, eyes glazed with dazed, silent awe.
It was only when Wemmbu stroked his cheek with his thumb that Egg finally snapped out of it, but only enough to whisper shakily, desperately, “Move. P-Please move, Wemmbu.”
Then Egg bucked his hips slightly, which made them both gasp at the sensation that followed. The man probably intended to do it, and that was enough confirmation for Egg that he could start to move, thrusting upwards. Gently, to size up Wemmbu’s reactions and to make sure he kept in control.
At the first thrust, Wemmbu’s breath caught. His inner muscles clenched around Egg again, fluttering tight, and the ripple of heat made Egg release a low, soft moan. It caused Wemmbu to breathe in several times, trying to compose himself because holy shit.
Egg was so, so deep inside him.
Wemmbu pulled away one of the hands that were on Eggchan's wings and instead brought it toward his abdomen, shaky hands pressing down onto flushed, inked skin in hopes of seeking satisfaction. Trembling thighs manage to push upwards to feel the stretch, palm resting on his stomach feeling it contract and move to accommodate Egg’s length.
Wemmbu could feel the bulge. Holy. Shit. He fights back an ecstasy-filled giggle, his tail thwapping against the bed happily.
“D… Don’t fucking be quiet now,” Wemmbu told him, with his voice sounding demanding, strained, like it was leaking out of him with next to no control left. “Wanna… hear you.”
“You, too,” Egg whispered, with a strained grin at the sight before him.
Wemmbu tried to open his mouth to say something.
No words came out. His lips pressed into a thin line, once again flustered.
Egg didn’t hear or see a no, though. If anything, Wemmbu just seemed… embarrassed, amusingly enough.
And Egg took his words into consideration with the next series of thrusts. He wasn’t overly loud, just gasping. Soft moans and pleads, the occasional whimper with the back-and-forth movements that Egg made sure to remain conscious of, even when Wemmbu was spasming hard around him in tight, pulsing waves, clearly reaching his breaking point.
Egg was being so good for him, giving him his every need and more. Egg's eyes were half lidded, eyebrows pinched together in focus as he tried to keep his composure.
Wemmbu wanted to be good for him, too. It was the least he could do in return.
And when Egg's cock-head keeps grazing his g-spot, bullying directly into his cervix, it's hard not to let that be known.
"F-Fuck! Please, oh, God, shit, s—hit, I-I'm— E-Egg, shit, oh, pleasepleaseplease-" Egg rubbed his fingernails into Wemmbu's clit as the succubus ground his hips into his Angel, the tips of his fingers barely creating such blissful pressure on the bundles of nerves that went haywire every time Egg got near them.
“I’m—” Wemmbu gasps again, once again trying to get his point across.
“I need to cum, Egg,” Wemmbu pleaded, his body wracking itself with sobs as Egg stimulated him, “Please? 've been good, so good."
Wemmbu lifts a hand and covers his mouth again, sucks on his fingers, and bites at the heel of his hand. He’s overwhelmed. His tail wraps itself around Egg's thigh and squeezes.
It’s so much. It wasn't enough.
Something feels different as well, he doesn’t— his hips jerk up into Egg's hand, hole clenching around Egg's dick, making the latter wince, and Egg doesn’t stop, he doubles down, and then it’s- Wemmbu is— he’s gonna— “I don’t—” he manages to hoarsely say, being broken off into another sob, the words crashing into one another, “wait, Ah—Egg, please, fuck, please- it’s—”
“You can cum,” Egg groans, wings flapping faster, still fucking deep into him, hips trying to match Wemmbu's inhuman speed, pushing Wemmbu's father up each time, a smile managing to find its way onto his face, like this is the best thing that's ever happened to him. it probably was, the goddamned horndog, “Shit, it's okay, you can cum, you've been so good for me—”
Wemmbu blearily registers himself smiling as he thinks he passes out as Egg twists his hands on the base of his horns, coarse fingers running across the crest. A sudden, electrifying, overstimulating feeling overtakes his body, voice breaking on a moan, and then leaving him altogether.
His body slips into the pure nothingness of euphoria.
He felt Egg shiver below him as he cums, weakly thrusting into Wemmbu a few more times, grinding deep as more praises, followed by a groan, began to spill out of his mouth, stilling inside of him before he started to twitch, filling Wemmbu up and making him croak out his name weakly.
Wemmbu's eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his sharp nails raked themselves along Egg's skin, leaving a mixed sense of ecstasy in the wake of intense pain. He'll have to give Egg a gapple later to heal those… Oops.
If any God were real, whether they were looking up at him or down at him, Wemmbu would have had to have cured cancer in his past life to feel as good as he does right now.
And, if God were somehow real, and karmic justice came to fruition with their extinction, Wemmbu was somehow a saint and devout in this life.
Wemmbu was surrounded by peace, peace that was soon broken by heaven itself, the faint sounds of Egg breathing vigorously as the sounds of the succubus' own breathing could be heard in tandem, attempting to match it. Wemmbu could feel every part of his own body pulse in rapid succession as he came down from his high, "Egg... mmnph- thank you, thank you thankyouthankyou—" Wemmbu repeated like a mantra, a prayer, muffled into the crevice of Egg's neck.
Speaking of, Egg is now completely unresponsive, not even breathing. Just twitching and running his hands along the bulk of his thighs. It makes his skin feel sort of fuzzy, akin to the pressure of small pinpricks of needles that travel up your arm when it falls asleep. It felt nice,
A rumbling sound emerges from Wemmbu, his head lolling into Egg's shoulder, wings unfurling to make Room for Wemmbu— oh his wings. He'd have to… actually, actually preen them later today.
…When he wakes up.
Sleeping sounds nice right about now.