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Mapicc stared at the ceiling, tossing a ball up. He was so bored. He picked up his phone, checking the time. Only two more hours until the grad party. Mapicc startled when his doorbell rang, the ball landing in his face. Did he order something? He rubbed the bridge of his nose, annoyed.
He jumped off his couch, heading to the door. Yeah, no way did he forget he ordered a package or something. Was it Spoke? He opened the door, grinning at the sight of his best friend.
"Yo!" Spoke threw his arms around him, hugging him tightly. Mapicc hugged him back, unable to wipe his smile away.
"What are you doing over" Mapicc stepped aside, letting Spoke inside. He noted his outfit, the baggy black hoodie. Was that one of his? It looked familiar.
"Am I not allowed to visit anymore?" Spoke kicked off his shoes, leaving them messy by the front door. Mapicc sighed. At least he took them off?
"I mean, I don't mind. It seems a bit random though." Mapicc followed after Spoke, watching him lay on the couch. He froze at the bottom half of Spoke's outfit. Was that…a skirt?
"Yeah, I thought it was cute." Spoke stretched. Shit, had he said that out loud? He blushed.
"It's cute, suits you. I guess." Mapicc replied, feeling like an idiot. He knew Spoke liked to dress feminine around him, so why was he so focused on it? Spoke grinned, flipping onto his back. The skirt shifted, revealing more of his already exposed legs. Mapicc looked away quickly.
"You guess? You're supposed to say 'Spoke you look so cute and sexy in that skirt'" Spoke waved his hand dramatically, his head falling back against the couch cushions.
"Holy glaze, bro." Mapicc laughed, approaching the couch. He hesitated before shoving at Spoke's legs. Nope. Nope. No way. He wasn't about to pop a boner just from touching Spoke's ankle. No. He sank onto the couch, eye twitching when Spoke threw his legs over Mapicc's lap.
He checked his phone. How had it only been ten minutes?
"Wanna watch a movie or something?" Mapicc leaned against the back of the couch, putting his arm up. Spoke crossed his legs in Mapicc's lap.
"Sure, yeah." After a few minutes of mindless scrolling, he landed on some cheesy romance. Spoke laughed.
"I knew you had a thing for corny couples." Spoke adjusted his skirt and Mapicc silently mourned the loss of skin.
"You cry over these too." Mapicc rolled his eyes, tossing the remote onto the table. Spoke shrugged.
"At least I admit it." Mapicc avoided eyeing Spoke's thighs, just barely visible. They watched the movie, their conversation dying. Mapicc cleared his throat, his hand moving to rest on Spoke's leg. Holy shit. Holy shit. Spoke didn't even blink, too engrossed in the movie.
Mapicc bit his tongue, rubbing slow circles into the soft skin. Oh my god. Spoke sighed pleasurably, sinking further into the couch. This wasn't weird to do with his best friend, right? This was absolutely, completely normal. Everyone did this. Yeah…everyone was super touchy with their best friend. Totally.
Mapicc glanced at his phone again and Spoke huffed, annoyed.
"Why do you keep looking at your phone? Who are you texting? Is it a girl—?" Spoke sat up, reaching for Mapicc's phone. He lightly smacked his hand away.
"I have a grad party later, chill out. Why would it matter if I was texting a girl, anyway?" Mapicc's heart raced. Was Spoke jealous or something? He tried not to let it go straight to his head.
"Grad party? For who? Can I come?" Spoke tugged on Mapicc's sleeve, pouting.
"Just a friend of mine, you don't know him." Mapicc paused, Spoke wanted to come as well? "Sure, you can come." Mapicc blushed as Spoke's hand traveled upwards before resting on his neck.
"Okay, bet. Should I bring something? Like flowers?" Spoke rested his cheek on Mapicc's shoulder, frowning.
"Um…" His brain short-circuited at the feel of Spoke's breath ghosting over his neck. He glanced down, praying he didn't have a boner. If Spoke didn't fucking move, he was going to combust. "No, you should be fine. I'm bringing stuff. It's kind of more of a drinking thing. Not a lot of typical celebrating." Mapicc explained, fingers digging into the couch. Spoke nodded, flopping back on the couch.
Mapicc shut his eyes in relief.
"What are you bringing?" Spoke played with the hem of his hoodie, eyes back on the TV.
"None of your business." Mapicc turned back to the TV, hesitantly moving his hand back to Spoke's leg. His leg twitched but he relaxed into the couch. Mapicc would have to get Spoke to change, because no way was he letting Spoke walk around that party with a bunch of horny dudes in such a short skirt. Mapicc refused to include himself in that group.
He glanced at his phone again, sighing. One more hour. He turned back to the TV, still absently massaging Spoke's leg.
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Finally, it was time to go. Mapicc glanced at Spoke who was fast asleep. Jesus, he looked away for twenty minutes and he was already knocked out. Mapicc let his eyes drift down Spoke's body. His breath caught.
God, he was such a pervert. He forced himself to stand, gently pushing Spoke's legs off his lap. He stretched, shutting off the TV. Mapicc walked to his room, searching for clothes Spoke had probably left lying around. He frowned at the revealing clothes. Just a bunch of shorts that barely covered anything. Spoke liked his shirts to be baggy. Mapicc liked to say the same, but only when they were in the confines of either of their homes. Where someone else couldn't see Spoke dressed that way.
He sighed, grabbing a black pair and heading back to the living room. Spoke was still asleep, now laying on his stomach. Mapicc rolled his eyes, stepping close. He bent down, brushing Spoke's hair out of his face.
"Spoke? We gotta go." He murmured, tucking the strands behind his pierced ears. Mapicc ran his thumb across the vibrant earrings before pulling back to shake Spoke again.
"Dude, wake up." Spoke stirred, whining. He slapped at Mapicc's hand, yawning.
"Already?" Spoke sat up, blinking slowly. God, he was so cute. Mapicc reached out, cupping his cheek.
"Yeah, the party starts soon." Mapicc stroked his cheek slowly, heart racing as Spoke leaned into his touch. "Before we go, can you get changed?" He handed Spoke the shorts, only for Spoke to shake his head, handing the shorts back.
"Too tired." Spoke mumbled, his head lolling backwards. Mapicc sighed, standing. Was he going to have to undress Spoke? Not that he was complaining, it just felt a bit…weird. Spoke blinked at him, eyelashes fluttering.
"Okay. Okay, I'll do it." Mapicc breathed, kneeling on the couch. He held his breath, unzipping the skirt. Spoke lifted his hips, helping Mapicc as he dragged the fabric down. Holy fuck. Mapicc stilled, fisting the skirt. He had on the cutest panties, the lace hugging his hips. Wow, okay. Keep it in your pants. Mapicc didn't move, eyes still on the red fabric. Red? Spoke rarely wore single colors unless it was black. Okay, yeah. Not like red was Mapicc's favorite color or anything.
He fumbled for the shorts, sliding them up Spoke's legs quickly. Spoke huffed, keeping his legs parted.
"Could you be any slower?" He mumbled, lifting his hips again. Mapicc bit his lip hard enough to break skin. Just pull the shorts up. Just pull them up and zip them. He was too busy staring at the way the panties clung to Spoke's cunt. He wasn't even wet and they were still stuck to his folds.
Mapicc yanked the shorts up roughly, fumbling with the zip. Spoke hissed, shoving weakly at Mapicc.
"What the fuck was that for?" Spoke narrowed his eyes and Mapicc looked away. Yeah, he had problems.
"They got stuck." It was the lamest lie ever and he knew it. Spoke rolled his eyes, sitting up. He reached for his skirt but paused, seeing how tightly Mapicc was holding onto it.
"Let's go already, yeah?" Spoke stood up, his sweater falling past his shorts. Great, there was barely a fucking difference. He should've just let Spoke keep the skirt on. Mapicc threw the fabric onto the couch, following after him. He grabbed his keys, unlocking the car. Shit, he'd almost forgotten the gift.
He jogged back inside, grabbing the laptop bag. He checked to make sure the laptop was still safe.
Mapicc walked back to the car, sliding into the drivers seat. Spoke was curled up in the passenger, staring out the window. Shit, was he cold?
"Sorry, should've tossed you the keys. Are you cold?" Mapicc started the car, turning on the heater. Spoke shrugged.
"Who's party is it again?" Spoke glanced at him, eyeing the bag.
"Ro. Do you remember him or nah?" Mapicc drove to Ro's house, parking out front. Spoke stretched.
"He sounds familiar, I think. Roshambo or something?" Spoke frowned. "I didn't know you guys were still close." Mapicc shrugged.
"He's a good friend, yeah." He got out of the car, jogging to the other side to open Spoke's door. Spoke grinned.
"What a gentleman." He teased, Mapicc blushed. They walked in together, Spoke a few steps behind. Mapicc looked for Ro, smiling when he approached.
"Mapicc! What's up?" Ro pulled him into a hug, laughing.
"Nothing much. God, dude. You're graduating." Mapicc pretended to wipe tears away. "They grow up so fast." Ro rolled his eyes, punching his arm lightly. His eyes drifted, landing on Spoke behind him.
"Oh, hey." Ro waved, smiling warmly.
"This is Spoke. You remember him, right?" Ro squinted before shaking his head.
"Nah, sorry. It's nice to meet you, I'm Ro." Spoke shook his hand, shooting Mapicc a look. Mapicc cleared his throat, uncomfortable.
"Where should I put the gift at?" Ro dropped Spoke's hand, guiding Mapicc to a table in the living room.
"Thanks. You didn't have to get me anything." His expression softened. "It's been a while." Ro leaned on the table behind him, hand catching the hem of Mapicc's t-shirt.
"Yeah. Like, a really long time. When's the last time we called?" Mapicc blew out a slow breath, feeling a little sad. Now Ro was going off on his own and he wouldn't be able to make time for old friends. Mapicc jumped when he felt a tap on his arm. He glanced back, raising an eyebrow at Spoke.
"What's up?" Mapicc turned, noting the way Spoke hugged himself awkwardly. Should he not have brought him? Spoke was usually a social butterfly at events like these. Spoke shrugged, pulling him away.
"How long are we staying?" Spoke sighed, looking ready to leave. Something settled in Mapicc's stomach. Seriously? He wanted to come along.
"You wanted to come with me. I didn't force you to follow." Spoke's head snapped up at Mapicc's words, hurt flashing across his face.
"I just wanted to know how long we were staying. I didn't say anything about leaving." Spoke snapped, stepping back. Mapicc scoffed.
"You wouldn't be asking if you didn't want to leave." Mapicc clenched his fist, nails digging into his palm.
"Stop being an asshole." Spoke sneered. Mapicc just shook his head.
"You always have to complain. But you expect me to come along with you all the time." Spoke fell silent at his words.
"Really?" He said quietly. At his quiet tone, the fight instantly left Mapicc.
"No, shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." Mapicc stepped forward. Spoke shook his head, stepping back again.
"It's fine. Go hang out with Ro. I'll be around. Tell me when you want to go." With that, Spoke walked off. Mapicc stared, feeling sick. Why did he have to go and be a dick for no reason? Obviously Spoke wouldn't want to stay. He didn't know anyone at the fucking party.
Ro stepped forward, resting a warm hand on his arm.
"Everything good?" Ro tilted his head, handing him a beer. Mapicc nodded, taking it. Spoke would be fine, right?
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Hours later, Mapicc was drunk, leaning heavily on Ro. God, he felt like shit. He grunted, burying his face in Ro's neck. He shut his eyes when he felt fingers combing through his hair. That felt like. Yeah, really nice. Mapicc breathed Ro in, frowning. He didn't smell right. He pushed off Ro, stomach churning. Where was Spoke? Jesus, what time was it?
Ro caught his hand, pulling him back.
"Where are you off to?" Ro teased, setting his drink down. Mapicc groaned, shaking his head.
"Bathroom, get off me." Mapicc squinted around the room, looking for familiar black hair. He stumbled to the kitchen, ignoring Ro calling his name. He hissed when he hit his hip on the corner of the counter. A sudden wave of anxiety washed over him. What if Spoke had just left? Or left with someone other than Mapicc?
Tears welled in Mapicc's eyes and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slumped against the countertop, chest heaving. He felt like he was about to throw up. He hiccuped, wiping away tears. He missed Spoke so much.
Mapicc sat on the kitchen floor, resting his cheek on his knee. Everything was so bright and his head hurt. How much had he drank? He wasn't a lightweight. Maybe it was stronger than usual. He looked up when he felt someone grasp his hand.
"Spoke—?" Disappointment crashed through him at the sight of Ro. Why couldn't Spoke be here instead? Ro's expression shifted, something unreadable crossing his gaze.
"Nah. Let's go find him, yeah?" Ro helped him up, sliding his arm around Mapicc's waist. He leaned heavily against Ro, nodding slowly. Why was he so warm?
"Yo, where's Spoke? Kinda short kid with black hair. Had like some rainbow hair clips or some shit." Ro's voice was so loud in Mapicc's ear and he groaned. He didn't catch what the other person replied with before they were moving again.
"Mapicc? What the fuck? How much did he drink?" Mapicc nearly started crying again at the sound of Spoke's voice. He stumbled as Ro passed him off to Spoke, causing him to huff.
"Spoke?" He mumbled, burying his face in Spoke's neck. It was a little uncomfortable, seeing as Spoke was a few inches shorter but he didn't care. As long as Spoke was in his arms. Mapicc clung to him, eyes screwed shut.
"Look, man. I thought he could handle a bit more. He's not a lightweight." Ro apologized and Spoke shifted Mapicc in his arms.
"You couldn't tell he was getting drunk? What, are you blind?" Spoke snapped. Too loud. Spoke's hand slid into his back-pocket and Mapicc startled. Was he feeling him up? Mapicc laughed at the thought.
"God, you're heavy. What are you laughing for?" Spoke murmured, brushing hair out of Mapicc's face. Mapicc blinked, glancing at Spoke.
"You're so pretty." He cooed, burying his fingers in Spoke's hair. He blinked in surprise, catching Mapicc's wrists. Mapicc pressed forward, kissing Spoke wetly. Wow, his lips were so soft. Spoke moaned, surprised. He shoved his tongue inside, tasting Spoke. Shit, did he taste like alcohol? He pulled back, eyes narrowed.
"Spoke—" He started before spinning around and retching onto the pavement.
"Oh! Gross, dude." Spoke leaned forward, pulling Mapicc's hair back as he threw up. "Thanks for not doing it in my mouth. I might've killed you." Spoke sighed, rubbing Mapicc's back in soft, slow circles.
Spoke guided Mapicc to the car, unlocking it. When did he get the keys? Spoke helped him into the passenger seat, leaning over to put his seatbelt on.
Mapicc's head lolled backwards and he turned, watching Spoke. So fucking pretty. His pretty boy. Spoke raised an eyebrow.
"Since when was I 'your' anything?" He teased, starting the car. He lowered the windows, letting the cool night air filter through the car. Did Mapicc say that out loud? Spoke grinned. "I like it when you're drunk. You're so talkative."
Mapicc blushed, still staring at Spoke. He decided to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the ride, turning his head. He closed his eyes, feeling the cold air whip against his face, cooling him down. He hated being drunk. Hated being so open around Spoke. He was going to say something stupid.
Mapicc blinked as the car came to a stop. Were they at Spoke's house or his? He squinted, the lights were so bright they looked like giant stars. Probably his house. It was closer.
"Come on, Mape. We're home." Spoke reached over, unbuckling Mapicc. Spoke walked around the front, helping Mapicc out. He felt a little bit better after the drive. Not as warm. At least he could fucking think.
Spoke sighed as they finally made it back inside, kicking off his shoes. Mapicc leaned against him, struggling to kick off his. Spoke kneeled, helping him. Mapicc blushed at the sight. Spoke on his knees? Yeah, he'd never see that again. His mind drifted back to earlier. His red panties. Was he still wearing them? Mapicc resisted the urge to ask.
"To the bathroom we go. Shower?" Spoke guided him to his bathroom. He sank onto the toilet seat, watching Spoke turn on the shower.
"Do you need me in here?" Mapicc nodded shyly. Could he get Spoke in the shower with him? Spoke eyed him.
"Alright, alright. Clothes off." Mapicc shivered, he loved when Spoke took charge like this. He let Spoke strip him, shuddering. Spoke's hands were so soft.
"Are you gonna get in with me?" Mapicc mumbled, leaning his head on Spoke's shoulder. Spoke laughed, shaking his head.
"You're such a pervert. Do you need me to?" Spoke stroked the back of Mapicc's neck soothingly, lightly running his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah. Please?" Mapicc grasped at Spoke's waist, looking up quickly. Spoke hesitated and Mapicc felt guilty.
"No wait. I don't need you to. I just—" Mapicc's fingers dug in and Spoke shushed him.
"It's fine. I feel dirty too." Spoke stepped back and Mapicc's hands fell away. He stared, wide eyed as Spoke began to undress in front of him. Wow, okay. His sweater hit the floor with a soft thud. Then his shorts, leaving him in just those red panties.
Mapicc felt his breath hitch as Spoke started to pull those down, but he paused.
"You wanna get in first?" Spoke raised an eyebrow. Mapicc nodded, fumbling with his boxers before getting in. His ears burned at Spoke's soft laughter. He sighed under the warm water, closing his eyes. He bit his lip when he heard the shower curtain part, Spoke's warm body behind him.
He shifted, letting Spoke get in front of him. Mapicc kept his eyes on the ceiling, trying not to look down. His arms were another problem. He wanted nothing more than to wrap them around Spoke, holding him close. Close enough to feel how fast Mapicc's heart was beating.
He hesitated before doing so, leaning down to rest his chin on Spoke's shoulder. They both sighed softly. He stroked Spoke's side shyly, the warm water spraying them. Mapicc felt his hair getting wetter, sticking to his face. He closed his eyes, pressing his cheek to Spoke's neck.
Mapicc's stomach did a flip as Spoke rested his hands over his. Tracing small shapes into his skin. They stood like that for a while. Long enough for the water to begin cooling. Spoke shut off the water, turning around to face Mapicc. He had sobered up thanks to the shower. Not completely, but enough to realize that he was in the shower, naked, with his best friend.
It was a struggle to keep his eyes on Spoke's but he succeeded. Spoke wiped water off Mapicc's face, smiling.
"You look like a drowned cat." He teased. Mapicc blushed.
"You don't look any better." He mumbled. But he did. Spoke looked absolutely devastating. His wet hair clung to his face, framing it. Mapicc reached forward, tucking his hair behind his ears. Those stupid rainbow earrings. Mapicc hesitantly leaned down, his nose brushing Spoke's. He pressed forward, about to kiss him when Spoke suddenly pulled away.
"Aren't you drunk?" Spoke cleared his throat, laughing awkwardly. He got out of the shower, throwing Mapicc a towel as he hurried to dry himself off. Mapicc's ears burned at the rejection. Right. What was he thinking? The kiss earlier was probably just because he caught Spoke off guard.
"Did you want to eat something?" Spoke asked, still not facing Mapicc.
"Um…no. Can we just go to bed?" Mapicc asked quietly, drying his hair. Spoke stilled.
"I should probably get home." Mapicc's heart dropped. Jesus, he fucked up.
"Oh. Okay." Mapicc brushed by Spoke, feeling like shit. He silently wished he was still drunk, just so he couldn't remember this when he woke up. Mapicc walked to his bedroom, dazed. What was he thinking? Why would he even try to invite Spoke to bed after Spoke refused to kiss him. He pulled on sweatpants absentmindedly.
Spoke poked his head in, biting his lip.
"Yeah, I'll see you. Bye, I guess." Spoke lingered in the doorway before stepping inside. Probably to grab clothes. He tried not to stare.
"Do you have to?" Mapicc blurted, wincing. Great, now he was begging him to stay when Spoke was clearly uncomfortable. "Nevermind. It's fine. I'll see you." He muttered, walking to his bed. He flopped onto the soft sheets, listening to Spoke move about. His heart stuttered when the bed dipped.
Spoke pressed a warm kiss to his temple before pulling away. Mapicc immediately felt his absence. He was entirely too dependent on Spoke and it showed. Maybe he could just sleep and he'd feel better in the morning. Maybe call Spoke and apologize.
He flipped onto his back, gnawing at his bottom lip. He'd seriously fucked up. Mapicc forced himself out of bed, walking to the kitchen. His mouth was dry. He poured himself a glass, frowning as he stared out the window. Shit, where was his phone?
Mapicc searched the living room, finding it on the floor. He grunted, picking it up. He went to sit on the couch and froze. Spoke's skirt was still there. He grabbed it hesitantly, blushing. He rubbed the fabric softly, sinking onto the couch.
He slowly brought it to his face before freezing. What the fuck was he doing? Was he really about to bury his face in his best friends skirt? Yes. Yes he was. He felt a little guilty but fuck it.
Mapicc breathed in slightly, slumping against the couch. It smelled so much like Spoke it hurt. He fisted the fabric, moaning softly. He could just barely make out the sweet musk. He palmed himself through his sweats, head falling back. His hand slid past his waistband, past his boxers. Mapicc hissed through his teeth, his thumb swiping against his leaking tip.
He fisted his cock, bringing the skirt back to his nose. He shut his eyes, stroking himself slowly. Fuck. He blinked, tears stinging his eyes. He imagined Spoke kneeling in front of him, biting him teasingly before taking his cock in one go. He knew Spoke could do it. Mapicc gasped, hand stuttering. Spoke would look so cute in front of him, mouth full. Eyes wet with tears.
His hips bucked at the fantasy. Would he complain? Or would Spoke just moan, swallowing like a good boy? That was all it took to push Mapicc over the edge, cum spilling onto his hand. He bit his tongue, stroking himself through his peak. He cried out softly at the overstimulation, but he didn't stop. His tip was flushed, slick with cum. Mapicc pulled his hand away, chest heaving. His cock fell limply against his stomach.
He wiped his cum on the skirt, biting his lip. It was so wraps. He tucked his dick away, wincing. Mapicc stood on shaky legs. He needed to wash this. He stretched, muscles aching when the doorbell rang. Who the hell was knocking on his door at two in the morning?
Mapicc opened the door, hiding the messy skirt. He froze at the sight of Spoke, hugging himself in his doorway.
"Mape? Can I come in?" Spoke didn't wait for an answer, pushing inside. He kicked his shoes off before sinking onto the couch. Mapicc cleared his throat, holding the skirt behind him. What was he back for?
"Are you okay?" Mapicc walked closer, still clutching the stained fabric. Spoke didn't notice, thankfully.
"About earlier. Can we talk?" Spoke pat the cushion next to him, scooting over. Mapicc hesitated before sitting down. He subtly shoved the skirt down the cushions behind him before turning to face Spoke fully. He froze at the tears on his face.
"Shit, Spoke. What are you crying for?" Any earlier arousal Mapicc had been feeling vanished and he reached forward, wiping his tears away.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," Spoke hiccuped, leaning into Mapicc's palm. "I like you a lot, I really do." Mapicc flushed. What?
"I was just so jealous seeing you with Ro and I didn't know what to do." Spoke sobbed, throwing his arms around Mapicc. Oh. Jesus. Mapicc hugged him back. Jealous of him and Ro?
"Spoke—" Mapicc rubbed his back gently.
"I'm so sorry. And then we showered together and it kinda just hit me. I just needed time to think, which I know is unfair." Spoke cut him off, pulling back slightly. Mapicc had to lock in. He could not be getting hard at tears. Especially at such a vulnerable time.
"It's okay. I get it. It was a lot." Mapicc soothed, his hand dropping to rest on Spoke's thigh. He snatched it away quickly, feeling bad. "Sorry."
Spoke shook his head, sighing.
"So…do you have anything to say?" Spoke tangled his fingers in Mapicc's hair, making it hard to breathe and even harder to think.
"Um…yeah. I jerked off to you." What the fuck. Spoke's hand stilled.
"What?" Spoke's brows furrowed, clearly expecting a different kind of confession. Mapicc stood up quickly, embarrassed.
"I'm joking. That was a joke. Shit, I'm so sorry." Mapicc blurted, stumbling backwards. Why of all things did he decide to tell Spoke that he got off to him. Spoke stared for another moment before laughing, reaching out to grab Mapicc's hand and pull him back to the couch.
"Seriously? When?" Spoke leaned on the couch, a teasing hand tracing Mapicc's v-line. Oh god. Yeah, he was so cooked.
"Like right before you came over." He mumbled, burying his face in his hands. Why was he still talking?
"Yeah? You wanna show me what you did?" Spoke cooed, leaning forward to lick Mapicc's neck. He shuddered. He wanted…to know? Mapicc shook his head, shy. Spoke smiled, biting his neck gently.
"Do you want to do something else then?" Spoke teased, licking the bite before pulling back. Mapicc's breath hitched as he nodded.
"Bedroom? Please?" Spoke murmured, his lips ghosting over Mapicc's. They both jumped off the couch, practically sprinting to Mapicc's bedroom.
Mapicc shoved Spoke into the door lightly, tugging his sweater off. He mouthed at Spoke's chest, dropping the sweater on the ground. He grasped his hips, teeth pulling gently at those perked buds. Spoke's head fell against the door with a soft thud.
"Mape—" Spoke yanked at his hair, drawing a short gasp out of him. Spoke dragged his mouth to his, shoving his tongue inside Mapicc's mouth. He groaned as their teeth clacked with the forcefulness of it all. Their tongues pressed together, Spoke being a bit more rough than expected. He let him dominate the kiss, his hand coming up to pinch his hips.
Spoke bit Mapicc's tongue hard and he flinched, his mouth flooding with blood. Mapicc pulled back slightly, breathless. Spoke had a dazed look on his face, blood staining his mouth.
"On the bed, yeah?" Spoke murmured, Mapicc nodded dumbly. He sat back on the bed, watching Spoke with wide eyes. Spoke grinned, hooking his thumbs into his waistband, teasingly sliding his shorts down. He was making such a show of everything, but Mapicc could only focus on those red panties. He had to ask.
"Did you wear them for me?" The question was quiet, but seemed to echo around the room. Spoke flashed him a sly smile, crawling onto the bed.
"Maybe. Or maybe I just like having your color on me." Mapicc whined at his words, breath hitching as he watched Spoke slide them off. His eyes slid to the wet spot on the crotch. Did he do that? Was he wet for Mapicc? He blushed, watching Spoke dangle the fabric in front of him like he was a dog.
"Open." Spoke shoved two fingers into Mapicc's mouth, curling them. Mapicc could feel himself drooling but Spoke didn't stop. He thrusted his fingers in once, before roughly pushing them in. Mapicc gagged, eyes watering.
"So good for me." Spoke cooed, retracting his slick fingers. He pressed the wet fabric of his underwear to Mapicc's mouth.
"Wider." Mapicc did as he said, moaning around the damp cloth. Spoke pushed his shoulder lightly and he fell back, swallowing as best he could around the lacy material. Spoke straddled him, sliding those wet fingers down his chest and stomach before moving his hand away. He bit his lip, sliding one inside himself.
Mapicc moaned, hips bucking at the sight.
"Lay still." Spoke moaned, tone firm. Mapicc panted around the cloth, watching Spoke finger himself. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room. Spoke moaned above him, adding a second finger. Tears filled Mapicc's eyes as he silently willed himself not to cry.
"Look at you, so patient." Spoke's head lolled backwards, fingers curling inside. "Being such…such a good boy for me." Mapicc nodded, desperate. Spoke bit his lip, fingers working his pussy open. His other hand traveled to his chest, pinching and pulling his nipples. Mapicc's hips bucked as he sobbed around the fabric still stuff in his mouth.
Spoke's breath hitched as he glanced down. Mapicc probably looked so pathetic, hard and leaking while he watched Spoke finger himself. He bit his lip, fingers quickening. He gasped, hips canting forward as he came with a short cry.
Mapicc stared with wide eyes, his cock twitching as he came untouched. Holy shit. He made a violent noise of protest as Spoke started to pull at his sweatpants. He shook his head quickly, embarrassed. Spoke pulled them down anyway, pausing at the dark spot on his boxers. His face lit up in realization.
"Mape, did you—" Spoke palmed the wet spot and Mapicc cried out, hips twitching. Fuck, he was so sensitive. Spoke pulled his boxers down and Mapicc's cock twitched at the sudden temperature change. Mapicc made a muffled noise, blinking wetly.
Spoke glanced up, seeming to realize Mapicc's mouth was still stuffed. Spoke tugged the soaked fabric out, tossing it onto the floor. He kissed Mapicc's cheek softly.
"You were so good for me, weren't you?" He cooed, pulling Mapicc into a sweet kiss. Mapicc moaned, nodding.
"Y-yeah. Fuck, Spoke—" Mapicc hiccuped, tears still sliding down his face. Spoke licked them away with a soft sigh. Mapicc sniffled, watching Spoke closely.
"Mape, I have to ask for a huge favor, mm?" Spoke kissed his chest, licking. Mapicc nodded again with wide eyes.
"You have to promise not to touch me, okay? I'm in charge." Spoke cooed, Mapicc hardened at his words. He could do that. He would be so good for Spoke. Spoke smiled warmly, kissing his way down.
"Remember your promise, baby." Spoke murmured, biting Mapicc's thighs lightly. He reached for his length, licking the shaft slowly. Mapicc melted into the bed, whimpering.
Spoke licked the head teasingly, cleaning it of any cum and precum left over. Mapicc watched with hooded eyes, trying his hardest not to reach for Spoke. His heart ached and he blinked back tears. Spoke just continued to lick and tease, mouthing at the tip.
"Spoke, please." Mapicc mumbled, begging. Spoke tsked softly, squeezing his shaft.
"What happened to being patient? Aren't you a good boy?" Spoke's hand tightened and a garbled noise escaped Mapicc's lips. He nodded rapidly, head falling back. Okay. Yeah, he could do this. It was just a little bit of teasing.
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It was not a little bit of teasing. Mapicc was a writhing mess beneath Spoke's hand. He'd been edging Mapicc for the past ten minutes. Pushing him so close to the edge before pulling away right before he tipped over. Mapicc sobbed weakly, fingers digging into the sheets. He just wanted to hold Spoke. Was that so bad? Spoke continued to lick and tease, fingers tracing the veins lining his length.
"Spoke…" Mapicc mumbled, hiding his face in the pillows. Spoke sat up, feeling a bit guilty now.
"You've been so good. Do you want to cum?" Spoke asked softly, rubbing Mapicc's hips. He cried softly, nodding rapidly. Spoke hummed, moving back down. He took Mapicc into his mouth, swallowing around him. Mapicc gasped, his release hitting him violently. He thrashed, crying out. Spoke swallowed his release, massaging Mapicc's thighs as he rode out his orgasm.
He whined when Spoke pulled off, leaning forward to kiss Mapicc. He moaned at the taste of his own cum invading his mouth. Spoke dragged his tongue over Mapicc's, sucking on his teeth.
"Do you need a break, baby?" Spoke asked quietly, resting his cheek on Mapicc's heaving chest. Mapicc hesitated. He wanted so badly to say yes. He was so sensitive, he could feel everything.
"No." Mapicc could barely recognize his own voice. He'd been so vocal earlier that he'd strained his vocal chords. Crying and screaming. It was all Spoke's fault.
Mapicc reached up, wrapping his arms around Spoke. He tensed when Spoke froze.
"Don't pull away. Please" His voice cracked and he buried his nose in the crook of Spoke's neck. Spoke relaxed against him.
"Okay. I won't. You were so good for me. I think you deserve a nice reward, yeah?" Spoke teased, combing his fingers through Mapicc's hair. Mapicc pulled back to look at Spoke. Reward?
He startled when Spoke shoved him back, straddling him. He stared, wide eyed as Spoke hovered over his limp cock. He watched Spoke lower himself, guiding Mapicc's length inside him.
Mapicc's head fell backwards as he felt Spoke's pussy swallow his tip. Oh god. He tried not to move, scared that Spoke would pull away.
Spoke sank down fully with a soft gasp, back arching. He felt so good, his sopping cunt wrapped around Mapicc's shaft. Mapicc whimpered, hips bucking.
Spoke moaned as his hips rocked forward. Mapicc sat up slightly, eyes wide at the bulge in Spoke's stomach. Was that him? Spoke followed his gaze, hips twitching at the sight.
"So big. You fill me up so good." Spoke mumbled, lifting his hips until just the tip sat inside him. He dropped his hips, Mapicc's length stuffing his wet heat.
Spoke kept that slow pace for a while. Lift up slowly, slam down. Lift up slowly, slam down. Mapicc was practically mindless by the time Spoke's hips stuttered.
"Mape? Baby?" Spoke lightly slapped his cheek, bringing him back.
"Nnh?" Mapicc could barely talk but he turned to Spoke, needy.
"Can you take over for a bit? Mm?" Spoke pressed a soft kiss to his neck and Mapicc bit his lip, struggling to flip them. He was so numb and could only focus on how tight Spoke was around him.
He thrust forward weakly, burying his cock inside Spoke. Mapicc gulped down air, fisting the sheets by Spoke's head as he tried his best to make him proud. He felt so weak. Tears stung at his eyes as his hips stuttered. Mapicc sobbed, crumpling against Spoke. His ears burned. So pathetic, he couldn't even bring Spoke to an orgasm?
He startled when Spoke cupped his cheeks.
"Mapicc, baby. You're doing so good. Just keep pushing, yeah? So good, baby." Spoke kissed him softly and Mapicc's breath hitched. He pushed himself up on his elbows, resuming his thrusts. Spoke brushed hair out of Mapicc's face, kissing his forehead. His heels locked behind Mapicc's back, encouraging him further.
Mapicc's brows furrowed as he angled his hips, prodding for Spoke's g-spot. His tip bumped against something and Spoke's nails dug into his biceps.
"T-there!" Mapicc thrusted, hitting it dead on every time. Spoke melted beneath him, panting. He shut his eyes, body shuddering. Mapicc whimpered when he felt Spoke clench around him, milking his cock. He collapsed against Spoke, barely catching himself. His hips cant forward a few more times before he came inside Spoke's cunt. He shut his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Everything hurt.
Spoke moaned, arching. His hands found Mapicc's hair, massaging softly. They both panted as they came down from their highs.
"Oh. Mapicc, are you okay?" Spoke breathed, kissing Mapicc's cheek. Mapicc nodded, burying his face in Spoke's neck shyly. He stayed buried inside Spoke's pussy, not really wanting to pull out. Spoke seemed to echo the sentiment, pressing light kisses to Mapicc's face.
Mapicc let Spoke roll them over, so he was straddling him again. Spoke rested his cheek on Mapicc's chest, sighing softly. Mapicc wrapped his arms around Spoke's waist, his breathing slowing.
"Such a perv." Spoke mumbled, entangling their fingers. Mapicc squeezed once, briefly.
"You're more of a perv than me." Mapicc whispered hoarsely. Spoke laughed softly.
"Really? Where's my skirt at?" Spoke kissed his chest, smiling. Mapicc fell silent, face burning. "That's what I thought." Spoke teased, closing his eyes.
A minute barely passed before they were both fast asleep, wrapped up in each others arms.