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Wifies had always seemed calm, collected, and above everyone's morals.
That wasn't just Parrot being a loser in love. That was literally the image he had crafted for himself, both online and in real life. That was Wifies: Harvard Student, ARG creator, "Smartest Minecraft Player."
That's why it was unthinkable that he could be this brash.
Parrot's entire body jolted when he felt something brush against his nipple.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, as quietly as possible.
They were surrounded by everyone.
Vidcon was over, but instead of heading home, Jumper had the bright idea of hosting one final party; better yet, a costume party.
She'd shown up in cute little bunny ears, twinning with Derap, and when Spoke arrived with bat wings around his shoulders, everyone tried to ignore how much he blushed at her.
Flame had arrived with devil horns, and Wemmbu got a little more creative and dyed his entire head of hair violet, adorned with a single crown.
Even Rekrap had found some stubby little antlers to fit around his head.
Parrot, on the other hand... this was a little childish, wasn't it? But Jumper had grabbed him and painted small parrot wings around his cheeks before he could escape.
And then Wifies showed up. He went the simple route: a headband with brown, floppy dog ears.
At first, Parrot found it cute and pure.
Now? Wifies wasn't acting cute at all. His true form was revealed—he was horny and evil.
And, yes, maybe everyone was facing away from them. Maybe the music was just loud enough for them to be quiet. Maybe their friends were too focused on Flame and Rekrap going at it in Super Smash Bros, but that didn't matter.
But Jumper was right there, cuddling up next to Spoke on the same couch. And, although Parrot was at the other end, Derapchu was still near, sitting a bit away in an armchair.
Wifies didn't seem to care, though. Parrot felt a blood vessel burst as he turned to meet his wicked smile.
"What?" he asked innocently, shuffling further under the blanket that encompassed the two. "I'm just getting comfy."
Yeah fucking right. Parrot barely stopped himself from shivering as Wifies' hand drifted further down his chest. They paused, settling over his stomach, and Parrot couldn't stop a small grunt from escaping his mouth when the hands squeezed.
"Holy moly," Wemmbu called from the floor in front of Jumper, and Parrot's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. "Flame, bro... You are buns."
Flame groaned, angrily smashing the controller buttons. "Can you shut the fuck up?"
Parrot guessed he was losing. He couldn't really tell—his mind was beginning to go fuzzy, and it was hard to keep his eyes open when Wifies was being so incredibly distracting.
His hands feathered up and down his skin, squeezing every now and then. But they slowly went further, and further, and further down... just ghosting the outline of his dick in his sweatpants.
Parrot's better judgment made its final appearance.
"Don't," he whispered, trying to ignore the heat in his belly.
He turned to glare into Wifies' eyes, who were also hazed over. He smiled lazily, but then—
The hands were gone.
"Huh?"
Parrot blinked as Wifies shuffled under the blanket again, separating them slightly. "Okay," he said, leaning back to get comfortable. "I won't do anything."
What the fuck?
"What the fuck?" he echoed his thoughts, but Wifies didn't respond. He merely grinned as, when Rekrap won, Flame nearly hurled the controller across the living room.
"Fuck EVERYBODY," he screamed. "Bro, you cheated!"
The room erupted in cackles, but Parrot couldn't hear a damn thing.
That was. What was that?
He didn't really mean—
"Wifies," he said again, but Wifies only spared him a glance. He shut his mouth, flushing.
"What's wrong?" Wifies asked. "Do you want to play?"
"Like hell I do," Parrot seethed, but it was too late; their friends had already turned to them, fully oblivious.
Rekrap offered the controller. "Here you go, bro. Prove it's not me, and Flame's just ass."
"You need to die."
But Parrot, he was frozen, unable to move from the sudden eyes on him. His legs squeezed around the uncomfortable pressure in his groin.
The movement was tiny, but it captured attention anyway. Derap blinked up at him. "Are you alright, bro? You're sweating like hell."
Parrot's lips trembled around the words, flushing even harder.
"Uh."
Before he could stammer out a half-assed excuse, Wifies suddenly shot up.
"I think he's sick," Wifies said, expression completely blank, unassuming. "He told me he felt like throwing up. We're gonna look in the bathroom for medicine."
Jumper gasped from where she was cuddling with Spoke, sitting up as much as she could with his arm around her. "Oh no! Don't die, Parrot!"
The remark caused more giggles to erupt around the room, and they all repeated it as Parrot flushed even deeper. "Sure."
Wifies pulled Parrot up by the blanket cocooned around him, and as they maneuvered around the bodies to leave, Parrot tried his best to ignore the knowing stare that Wemmbu gave them.
"Don't make a mess," Wemmbu mocked in a sing-song voice. To everyone else, it was a friendly gesture. To Parrot, it made him want to turn around and vomit all over him instead.
But they quickly returned to the game, and Wifies kept completely silent as they traveled across the house to the farthest bathroom. As soon as the lock to the door clicked, Parrot spun around and dropped the blanket.
But Wifies didn't even look at him. He went straight to the cabinets.
Parrot had never felt more humiliated. "What the hell are you doing, bro?"
Wifies only hummed.
"You're sick, aren't you?" he replied, not even bothering to pretend that he was actually searching for medicine. "Just trying to take care of my boyfriend."
Screw this. "Screw you."
Wifies wasn't expecting it—he couldn't have—when Parrot kicked him in the shin. It punched a yelp out of him and sent him to the floor.
"What the fuck?!" he spluttered, but when Parrot grabbed his shoulders and yanked him forward, his mouth snapped shut.
Parrot could only imagine what he looked like from this angle. He knew his face was flaming red, and he was having trouble focusing from the edging he'd been subjected to. But it didn't matter, because his bulge was clear as day, right in front of Wifies' mouth.
It twitched with every breath that hit it, and Wifies went cross-eyed looking at it. "Um."
"You did this, bro," Parrot complained, circling his hips. "Take responsibility."
Wifies' shock passed, and a chuckle escaped his lips. It sent something electrifying down Parrot's spine.
"I thought you told me not to," said Wifies, slyly reaching down and grounding his hand into his own crotch. "What's with the mixed signals?"
Parrot wanted to smack him upside the head, but he wasn't violent, so all he did was scoff.
"These dog ears are really messing with your brain," he muttered. "Acting like a good boy after riling me up like that."
The words didn't seem significant; Parrot just said what came to mind. But it was surprising to see Wifies completely freeze.
It seemed even his breathing had stopped, and Parrot watched in awe as, slowly, his face began to turn red.
"Again," he mumbled, so quietly Parrot almost didn't catch it.
"Hm?" Parrot hummed. "What was that?"
Wifies lowered himself further, knocking his forehead against Parrot's bulge.
"Call me... that. Again."
Parrot blinked.
"Good boy?" Parrot tried. Wifies had called him that before—he didn't think much of it. But this time, the reaction was completely obvious.
A small moan escaped the man below him, and tremors traveled up his spine as he reached up to clench Parrot's shorts.
"Ah..." Wifies whimpered.
Well. The more you know, right? With this new knowledge, Parrot felt fucking intoxicated by the power he suddenly wielded.
"Good boy," he said, more confidently, and when Wifies moaned again, he continued: "Is that what you are? A good boy?" This was too fucking good an opportunity to pass by. "You wanna be my good boy, Wifies?"
The next groan Wifies released was more of annoyance than anything else, and it made Parrot bark out a laugh.
"This is humiliating," Wifies grumbled.
Now he knew how it felt. No matter, though—Parrot suddenly found a firm grip in his head and yanked him forward onto his bulge.
"It's okay, puppy," he said, grinning at the way every reaction was stronger than the last. "Just be a good boy and choke on my cock."
"Jesus," Wifies cried, weakly mouthing his clothed dick. "What porn have you been watching?"
Huh. Parrot thought it over.
"None of it?" he answered honestly. "Just clips of you, I guess."
Wifies took the hand not mindlessly rubbing his dick to cover his eyes. "You're shameless, bro."
"Yeah," sighed Parrot. "Suck my dick already." It was long overdue.
But Wifies didn't go further than that; he just kept rubbing his bulge thoughtlessly.
The friction was good. Hell, it was great. There was something about getting just enough to keep him on the edge, but just shy of actually getting anywhere that made him hornier than ever.
But surely their friends would get curious. As good as it felt, Parrot had to come now.
"Wifies," he groaned, thrusting shallowly as Wifies teased him through his clothes. "Seriously."
"Hit me."
The dizziness of lust momentarily cleared.
For a moment, the world came back to him: the muffled music just beyond the bathroom door, the chattering of his friends, completely oblivious to what Parrot and Wifies were doing under the same roof.
Parrot gazed down at Wifies—he looked fucking pitiful. His face was flushed, his eyes lidded, and he was already out of breath when they hadn't even started. Mindlessly, his cheek nuzzled against Parrot's bulge. A mesmerizing motion.
What did he say again?
"What?" Parrot asked, failing to stop his words from slurring.
Wifies whined, long and painful. He rubbed his face against Parrot's bulge even harder, and it took everything not to come in his pants right then and there.
"Hit me," Wifies repeated miserably. "Just—like. I don't know. Slap me around."
Parrot couldn't stop the sputtered laugh that came out. "What?" he said again, in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
Yeah, sure, maybe the Director was a masochist. But, to think Wifies was, too? It was too unserious, Parrot had to giggle.
It was extremely entertaining to see Wifies' face scrunch up in annoyance.
"Bro, you—" He dropped his head. "I can just leave you here with blue balls. Don't make fun of me."
The giggles immediately ceased. Woah. Anything but that.
Parrot couldn't fight his smile even if he tried, so all he did was gently pet Wifies' hair. "I'm sorry," he said. "Really, bro. I just wasn't expecting it." When Wifies didn't respond, he stroked his ears. "Wifies, come on."
He didn't lift even his head.
Parrot frowned.
"Baby," he tried.
The effect was instantaneous. Wifies' entire body jolted, and his head shot up again. Parrot had to take a very deep breath at the view; his eyes were alight with unshed tears, and his cheeks were puffed in embarrassment.
"Please don't tease me," Wifies whispered.
Dear god. Parrot let his head fall back onto the mirror, eyes clenched shut and lips twitching. Dear god.
He sounded devastated.
"Okay," he managed, looking back down. Everything was hot and spinning. He could even forget that they were in a house with several other people. "Just. How hard?"
The question punched another moan from Wifies. Parrot couldn't understand why.
"Hard."
Okay.
Parrot's hand was shaky as he lifted it. He wanted to give Wifies everything he wanted and more, but violence? That was... he was too new. This was a little abusive, was it not?
What if he hit Wifies too hard? What if it was so loud that their friends outside heard? As if they hadn't been cooped up inside this bathroom long enough.
Wifies let out another groan, knocking him from his thoughts.
"I can hear you overthinking," he complained, burrowing his mouth into Parrot's crotch. It was an erotic view, eyes peering up through long lashes. "Just swing your damn hand already."
Parrot's lips twitched down. Fine.
He raised a hand, flat, and with as much strength as he could muster, he struck Wifies right across the head.
The resounding thud echoed through the bathroom, with Wifies' head snapping to the side, and for a moment Parrot was afraid that their friends might have heard it.
But then, Wifies collapsed from his kneel to the ground, and the fear developed into something else entirely.
"Oh shit," he stammered, leaning down to cradle Wifies.
His eyes were wide, dazed, and Parrot could see from the edge of his forehead how the area was quickly turning red from the hit. The dog headband was slightly askew from the force of it.
"Wifies!" he hissed, alarmed. "Can you hear me? Did I hit too hard? Oh shit."
Wifies didn't respond; his eyes drifted around the room aimlessly, and his mouth hung agape. It seemed the attack had rendered him boneless.
Not fucking good. "Dude."
Suddenly, his eyes snapped to Parrot, and his face did a... strange thing. His eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth dropped wider, and—
"Ah."
Wifies suddenly jerked, and his hands shot to his lap, pressing down. His entire body curled over, head loosely hanging, and a quavering wail escaped him.
Parrot was speechless.
This... well, obviously, he just... but there was no way.
No way.
"Did you really just cum from that?" he asked, his own voice a buzz in his ears, because the desire to know was so palpable it felt like a reverberation around his brain.
Wifies whipped his head up again, a vulnerable expression. It made something in Parrot break a little.
"Huh?" he slurred. "Uh..."
His eyes darted away, then back again. Parrot flinched as he suddenly sat up again.
"Hit me again," Wifies begged, eyes sparkling.
Parrot could only stare. Jesus Christ.
The constant discoveries were making Parrot dizzy, with equal lust as surprise.
Wifies was... he was kind of fucked up, wasn't he? Getting off being called a good boy, being treated like a dog—literally coming untouched by being physically assaulted?
Parrot's mind suddenly drifted to something Wifies had mentioned, back when they were still figuring out if it was just sex or something more.
There's nothing you want that I could have a problem with, Wifies had said.
A small huff of amusement left him. They really had to talk about that, then.
From the lack of response, it was clear Wifies was getting antsy.
"Parrot," he whined, and Parrot's attention snapped back to him.
"I'm here," Parrot reassured. And then he raised his hand to slap it against Wifies' other cheek.
Another grunt escaped him, and he went tumbling back the other way to the ground, forehead knocking against the bathroom floor, trembling on his forearms.
It was a really pathetic sight. This pompous guy, so smart and attractive, is shaking like a leaf under Parrot. He felt like he was high off the imbalance.
"Will you suck my dick now or what?"
He tried to ignore how, when Wifies raised his head again, there was blood smeared across the corners of his lips, tears brimming in his eyes, and the cheek he had hit was red and swelling. Because under all of it, Wifies had a wide, wicked smile across his face.
Wifies shot back up immediately, as if he hadn't been hurt at all. "Yes, sir."
Interestingly, the title didn't do anything for Parrot the same way it would for Wifies. Maybe he just wasn't cut out for those types of pet names, then?
The thought instantly disappeared when, finally, Wifies released Parrot's dick from his shorts and boxers. It angrily slapped to his stomach; the tip was hot, dark from the continuous denial of relief, and Parrot hissed as it met the cool air.
But, Wifies didn't swallow it just yet. All he did was slowly lick a broad stripe across the under length.
"We don't have time for this," Parrot hissed through the daze of pleasure. "Seriously, suck it."
Wifies pouted up at him, the stupid dog ears crooked and distracting.
"Call me something, first."
Parrot felt his eyebrow tick. This guy. The annoyance could have killed his boner.
"Good boy," Parrot relented. And then he gripped Wifies' hair harshly to shove his mouth onto his cock.
Immediately, he gagged, and the sudden tremors felt heavenly around his dick. After so long of teasing and discovering strange kinks, they were finally getting somewhere. Parrot let out a long, relieved sigh, head falling back.
He closed his eyes to savor the feeling, the stuttering of Wifies' mouth as he bobbed it sporadically. It lit up every nerve in his body, like he was floating far away—if he could, he'd stay on this edge forever.
But, he couldn't. And when he opened his eyes to look down, he barely stopped himself from coming at the sight of Wifies.
Tears were beginning to slide down his cheeks, red blots forming from where Parrot whacked him, and as he slurped and sucked, he peered up at Parrot all the while.
It was too lewd. Wifies was too lewd.
The stupid fucking puppy ears didn't make it any better.
"Jesus," Parrot cried, gripping Wifies hair even harder. He pinched one of the ears and tugged on it, and Wifies couldn't feel it, but he moaned all the same.
"Fucking mutt." Parrot couldn't think, enunciating his words with each thrust. "Stupid. Fucking. Mutt."
Wifies wailed around his cock, and the vibrations had Parrot gripping the counter for balance. It also sent another wave of lust through him, and Parrot found it was easier to raise his hand and strike Wifies again.
His hand stung from where it collided with his skull, but Wifies didn't even seem hurt. If anything, he leaned into Parrot's touch and sucked harder.
Wifies was perfect. He was fucked up, deranged, and he was perfect.
"Ah, shit," Parrot hissed, forcing Wifies' head up and down even faster. "D-dumb fucking dog. I'm gonna come."
Wifies' eyes fluttered, and he gagged. As if to say, do it again.
So Parrot did it again. This time, he formed a fist and properly punched Wifies in the cheek.
A brief panic traveled up his spine, suddenly, at the cry of pain that Wifies released—was that too hard?—but the pleasure quickly overtook it. Wifies asked for this, so he'll get it.
The peak was just around the corner, and he could almost feel it washing over his body, anticipation giving him speed. He gripped Wifies around his hair, specifically the dog ears, and relentlessly pounded into his mouth, giving him another punch to the face.
The sight of Wifies' skin slowly turning purple was already enticing, but it wasn't nearly as overwhelming as the movement of his dick seen through Wifies' throat. It bulged with every thrust, and Parrot could hear him slightly choke with each one.
Ahh... fuck. There it is. Just—just, a few more, right there—
Wifies hollowed his cheeks, and Parrot moaned at the final stretch.
"Coming," he choked. "Oh, f-fffuck, coming, coming—"
It was like being thrown off a cliff. It hit him like a fucking storm, and his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.
Parrot's entire body froze, curling over, and Wifies' muffled wails were just distant noise to his ears as he gripped his hair and shoved Wifies forward to swallow his dick entirely.
The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful; his cock was going to fall off, but he couldn't bring himself to remove it. He could only thrust erratically into the heat because if he didn't, he would die.
"Oh... ngh, fuck." The constant spurts sent a pulse from the tip throughout his body, making him tremble all over. He couldn't think; his brain was melting out of his ears. It felt so good, Parrot wished he could stay like this forever. "Oh fuuuuck."
When he heard Wifies whimper, he had a bright idea through the haze of pleasure. With one hand harshly tugging Wifies' scalp, he yanked his head back. Instinctively—and in a manner that could've made Parrot come again—he opened his mouth and offered his tongue, panting.
Like an actual fucking dog. Jesus Christ, man.
"Eat it up," Parrot moaned, fisting his cock so fast that it fucking hurt.
The last few spurts of cum coated Wifies' face, and he looked so fucking pathetic. Parrot had to hit him again, releasing his hair to smack him a few times.
"Good boy. Good fucking puppy." The bathroom was spinning. "Eat it up. All you're fucking good for."
Wifies let out a pitiful moan.
His face was a fucking mess. Parrot wasn't a good aim—a third of the cum had actually made it in his mouth, while the rest was splattered all over his face, his hair, and the puppy ears. His tongue carelessly tried to lick it up, but it only made it worse.
The erotic sight sent another shock of desire through Parrot, but he was too spent to do anything but rub his softening cock against Wifies' face.
"Fuck, bro," he panted, mesmerized by the mess he was making. "We should do this more often."
Parrot felt lighter than he had in a while. Taking stress out on other people wasn't exactly something he looked forward to, but if Wifies was willing to lend a hand? Or, rather, lend his mouth? Sure. They could fuck all day, then.
When Wifies didn't respond, he looked down. Wifies didn't look hurt, but the bruising in his face was obvious enough to make Parrot frown. He quickly stuffed his dick back in his shorts.
"Wifies," he called. "You alright?"
Wifies still didn't reply. Uh oh.
Parrot dropped back down to his level and carelessly ripped a few rolls of toilet paper to wipe his face. "Fuck, sorry," he apologized, sheepishly. "I got carried away."
All he got in response was a low moan.
Parrot didn't know if this was a pleasure thing or if the blowjob had actually deprived him of enough oxygen to make him brain-dead.
"Oh shit," he muttered to himself. "Did I kill you?"
Wifies' eyes were glazed over, tongue still partly exposed and short pants coming out. It seemed like Parrot's words didn't even register.
As fast as he could, he did a quick run-through of everything he knew about sex and kinks, which had only come from strange rabbit-holes he found from clicking through his fanarts on Twitter.
Alright.
"Wifies," he tried again. "Puppy."
That did it—Wifies jerked, blinking up at him, confused and gorgeous.
Parrot smiled. "Good boy."
A whine escaped Wifies, and he collapsed onto Parrot's chest. He tried not to wince at some of the remaining cum staining his hoodie, because Wifies seemed exhausted.
"Oh—well. Okay."
All he could do was scoot back to the tub and wait for him to come back from... whatever this was. When Wifies nuzzled his face into Parrot's neck, he let him. When his arms went to wrap around his waist in a vice grip, he just shuffled to offer easier access.
He glanced at the bathroom door. The music was still going, and he could still hear his friends screaming—Jumper and Derap playing, definitely. Parrot didn't know how long they'd been gone for, maybe, half an hour? But nobody had checked on them, so he could justify it somehow.
As if on cue, a knock sounded against the wood, and Parrot had to physically stop himself from flinching and waking up Wifies, who was a motionless weight against him.
"Everything okay in there?"
It was Wemmbu, and Parrot let out a sigh of relief at that. Wemmbu kinda knew what was happening, so he wouldn't pry as much as the others, and excuses would be easier to explain.
"Y-yeah," Parrot replied, flushing at his voice crack. "Um. There's vomit everywhere, so don't come in, okay?"
Wemmbu did not respond for several seconds. Parrot tried not to cringe.
"Uh... huh," he finally answered, disbelief apparent even through the door. "Sure, bro."
Parrot thought he would leave it at that, but then, Wemmbu added, "Just please clean up whatever shit you make," he hissed. "This house is not ours!"
Parrot wanted to hide his face in shame, but he couldn't risk waking Wifies.
"Fuck," he hissed. "Okay, go away."
Even his footsteps leading away from the door were full of smugness, and Parrot let out another sigh, this time in annoyance.
"He's just jealous."
For the third time that day, Parrot’s heart tried to ascend to heaven.
"Dude," he gasped, whipping his head back down to meet Wifies' now clear eyes, bruises dancing around them.
Wifies merely looked up, shrugging. "What? It's true."
It must have been the post-nut clarity making everyone annoying. "Welcome back, bro," he settled on, and Wifies laughed.
An innocent smile spread across his face. "Did I freak you out?"
"No." That was completely honest, but Wifies still looked taken aback.
"Huh." He nuzzled back into Parrot's chest, but it didn't hide the blush at all. "Okay," he said, muffled.
They sat there for a moment longer, breathing into each other's spaces. Parrot almost felt like falling asleep right then and there. If their friends found them covered in cum and cuddled together, so what? They could all form their own conclusions.
But, first...
"Wait," said Parrot, sitting up again. "Why would Wemmbu be jealous?"
Wifies, who grunted at the sudden movement, looked up with an evil grin.
"You don't know?"
Parrot glared at him. Stupid question. "Obviously not."
"Wow." Wifies buried himself further into Parrot's hoodie. "Wemmbu's been trying to fuck Flame forever."
"Oh."
Parrot stared at the bathroom ceiling, his breathing slowly syncing with Wifies'.
For a few quiet seconds, neither of them spoke.
"Wait, what?"