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It’d been an average day on the skeld. Lime was skittering through the vents, occasionally popping in to fix some faulty wires or a leaky pipe. Purple was murmuring insults to Red behind their back, sipping coffee before sneaking off to security while hoping that nobody noticed. And of course, Orange was desperately trying to convince Yellow and Brown that unions weren’t the right choice and that human rights violations weren’t really a big deal. Which didn’t work, of course.
Unfortunately, an average day also meant that Black had snapped at Cyan for one thing or another, leading Cyan to run away sobbing. Yellow and Brown had just happened to be on break when it happened today, leading them to have a front row seat for when Cyan busted the cafeteria doors open, tears streaming down their face.
Cyan rushed to the table, placing their head in their hands as they let out shaky sobs. Yellow and Brown gave each other a quick look, before Yellow rushed to comfort them, Brown staying behind. Yellow was better with emotions anyway, one of the many things they simply understood about the other.
It admittedly, hadn’t taken much to comfort Cyan. They were a pretty sensitive person, all it took was some gentle words and a kind voice to help them feel better. It just happened that Black possessed neither of those things, leading to many situations like the one they’d found themselves in today.
“Hey Yellow…” Cyan started, tracing circles into the dusty table with their finger. They’d calmed down by now, past the occasional sniffle. Yellow tilted their head to the side, showing they were listening. “How come you and Brown never have any arguments?”
Yellow thought about it deeply. It wasn’t like they and Brown never had any fights, just…
“Well, we actually got in a bit of a tiff just yesterday! They insisted that we should use lemon flakes on today’s pizza, but it just wouldn’t go with the mushrooms!” Yellow explained, “You wouldn’t know it, but Brown can be pretty stubborn when they wanna be.”
“Really?” Cyan asked. “I wouldn’t have ever known! You and Browns auras go together so well I thought you just agreed on everything!”
“Nope. But we never make a big deal about it, y’know?” Yellow chucked, crossing their arms. Cyan huffed sadly, turning their gaze down. Yellow could tell that they were thinking about their recent squabble with Black, and that it was evidently getting to them. Yellow couldn’t help but feel pity for the gemologist, it was hard not to when they constantly saw how hard they tried to be friends with Black, just to constantly be pushed away by the other.
In all truth, Yellow saw a bit of they and Browns’ younger selves in the duo. Two people in the same field whose personalities wouldn’t mesh, it was like the start of a comedy, or a romance novel. A romcom, moreso.
“How do you do it?” Cyan asked, their tone somber. Yellow blinked, suddenly snapped out of their thoughts. “Huh?”
“How do you guys get over your conflicts? I’ve tried all different types of gems and spiritual readings, but nothing works…” Cyan sighed, their usual bubbly personality deflated.
“Huh, well…” Yellow put their finger to their chin, tilting their head.
Just how did they get over it last time?
. . .
Brown whimpered, their hands tied behind them, sitting on a cheap plastic chair. It was protagonist Mira policy to use company-provided material like this, but it was union protected. Probably. Just like how edging your partner in a walk-in freezer was union protected. Probably.
Yellow sat on their partners lap, facing Brown, feeling the others hard cock under their ass. Brown squirmed, trying to gain any friction, but between their pants and Yellows unwillingness to let them move, they were fighting a losing battle.
“Y’know, you could get what you want right now.” Yellow grinned, crossing their arms. “If you admit you’re wrong.”
Browns furrowed their brows, glaring at Yellow. “The lemon flakes are a good idea…” They insisted, stubborn as ever. “Our, mmnh, pizzas been bland lately. We need to spice it up.”
“There’s a difference between spicing things up and making a mess!” Yellow huffed, putting their hands on their hips. “And don’t you insult my pizza. You’re lucky I’m being as generous as I am right now.”
“It’s our pizza. And this is generous to you?” Brown questioned, cock still twitching needily in their suddenly too-tight pants. “You’re a sadist.”
“I’m no such thing, like I said, you could get what you want right now if you’d just admit how wrong you are.” Yellow raised a brow, a slight challenge Brown was all too familiar with.
“Over my dead body.” Brown countered, a smug look on their face, slightly hampered by the dark blush present as well. Yellow sighed dramatically, though they couldn’t hold back the excited smirk on their face. “If you insist.”
Yellow place their hands on Browns firm shoulders and shifted their hips, pushing themselves against the others bulge. Brown held barely held back a whine as Yellow continued to tease them, trying desperately to thrust their hips up. “And don’t come without my permission, got it?” Yellow added, pulling a groan out of Brown.
“You’re so petty…” Brown muttered. “You love it.” Yellow snickered. Brown couldn’t argue with that.
Yellow moved off of Browns lap and got on their knees, a mischievous look on their face as they unzipped their partners pants, pulling down both their pants and boxers. Browns cock sprung free, twitching at the cold air. Yellow quickly spat on their hand, and Brown shivered, a moan escaping their lips when Yellow wrapped their hand around their legnth.
Yellow pumped Browns cock, enjoying the way it throbbed in their hand. Brown whined at the feeling, Yellow knowing all the particular ways their partner enjoyed being touched. Browns words slurred together, they were never good with their words anyway, Yellow thought.
Yellow leaned in, placing a kiss on Browns tip. They licked off the precum that stained their lips, leaning back in to tease the others cock. They wrapped their hand on the base— the other holding their hip so that they couldn’t thrust up— dipping their head onto the cock in front of them. Brown shook with pleasure, gritting their teeth in a desperate attempt to hold back their cries, but couldn’t help themselves once Yellow took the entirety of their dick in their throat, their cock pulsing in Yellows wet heat.
“F-Fuck, Yellow, please,”
Yellow pulled themselves off of Browns dick, a trail of spit connecting them to the others tip. They used their hand previously holding the base to caress their partners length. “Please what?”
“I was wrong, o-okay?” Brown stuttered, eyes shut in embarrassment. “Th-the lemon flakes, they’re a bad idea, I was being stupid, just, please.”
Yellow smirked, getting up and placing a kiss on Browns forehead. “I knew you’d come around.”
They placed their hands on Browns shoulders, positioning their ass above Browns aching dick. They bit their lip in excitement when they felt Browns tip prod their hole, it was fun to tease their partner silly, of course, but they’d be lying if they hadn’t been looking forward to this part too. They slowly lowered themselves on Browns member, feeling each inch fill them up. Brown threw their head back, murmuring filthy praises and sweet nothings to Yellow.
Yellow let out a sigh of relief once they fully lowered themselves onto Browns member, their cock twitching at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. Brown always fit them so well, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. And their favorite bit…
They leaned back just a bit, looking down at their tummy. They couldn’t help the surge of arousal that flowed through them at seeing Browns cock bulging through their tummy, being able to see the outline of their partners length inside of them driving them crazy with lust.
Their hands gripped Browns shoulders tighter, steadily moving themselves up and down the other’s length. Their pace was slow, gentle, and all-too-agonizing for their co-chef. “Yellow, fuck—“ Brown gulped, trying to fulfill the impossible task of steadying their voice, “M-move faster, please. I’ll be good, I swear…” Tears pricked in Browns eyes, face reddened with a deep blush.
Yellow grinned shakily, enjoying the pathetic look on Browns features. Yellow leaned closer to them, kissing Browns forehead, wrapping their arms around Browns neck. “I could never really stay mad at you anyway.” They whispered, feeling Brown shiver underneath them.
They began riding their partner faster, bouncing themselves eagerly on Browns cock. Eager moans slipped from between their lips, mixing with Browns in a way that was music to both of their ears. Yellows own member twitched with arousal every time they sat back fully on Browns dick, Browns tip kissing their sensitive prostate over and over again.
“Brown, Brown, fuck you feel amazing—“ Yellow babbled, smug exterior melted away in lieu of love and pleasure. “Y’still there, Brown?”
Brown murmured a response, something that sounded vaguely like begging for Yellow. What exactly they were begging for, Yellow wasn’t even sure if Brown knew the answer, but they didn’t mind. Any noise from Brown was enough for them. They began riding Brown faster just to hear more of those lovely sounds.
“Brown, I’m close,” Yellow shuddered. “You too?” Brown nodded frantically in response, beyond words. “Good, f-ffuck, so good. Let’s come together, okay? I’ll tell you when. Can you do that for me?” Yellow asked, feeling themselves reach their peak. Brown nodded once more, whimpers leaving them instead of words.
Yellows pace became shaky, their hips tired from the constant movement. Brown opened their watery eyes, staring in awe at their other half. They were so close, so close, and they’d been waiting for so long, they needed it so bad—
“Hah, c’mon, Brown, you’re so good,” Yellow moaned, “Come with me.”
Browns body tensed as they came, finally releasing into Yellows tight, wet heat. Yellow shook as they came with them, their come splattering on both they and Browns middles. Yellow fell into Browns chest, the shocks of their orgasm still flowing through them, Browns cock still resting inside of them. It took a while before Yellow remembered to untie Browns wrists, and they enjoyed the way Brown hugged their waist once their hands were free.
The two enjoyed each other’s company as they came down from their orgasms, their body warmth heating each other up in the cool freezer. It’d been so nice, until…
The two heard a sudden, familiar banging on the door. Orange. Yellow groaned quietly while Brown silently rolled their eyes.
“YELLOW! BROWN! Are you two in there? It’s nearly lunch!” Orange called. Yellow felt their stomach sink, had they really been gone that long? Dammit, they seriously needed to invest in watches or something.
“Coming!” They yelled, “J-just give us a second, okay! Union policies, Orange!”
Orange grumbled at the mention of unions, walking away to give them time. Yellow let out a breath, slumping against Brown.
“So, we’re going with my ingredients, right?” They asked, their usual smugness back in full swing. Brown chuckled, “Sure. Unless you wanna be even later than we already are…”
Yellow snickered. “Maybe another time. If im feeling braver.”
. . .
“We just talk it out.” Yellow lied. “We’ve got a pretty good understanding of each other.
“Woah…” Cyan said in amazement, their head resting in their hands as they kicked their legs. “I wish Black and I were like you guys…”
Yellow hummed. “I wouldn’t say it’s out of the question.”