After battling Daddy Dearest and Skid and Pump, Boyfriend prepares to face off with his third challenger, Pico.
Upon arriving at the designated spot, he didn't have any idea that Pico's charm would make his heart pound.
What will Boyfriend do abou...
Pico pushed Keith onto the couch by the cake, "Oh, red velvet," he remarked casually.
"If you weren't so sex-crazed you would've noticed," Keith huffed in a petty tone.
Pico narrowed his eyes at "sex-crazed." He reached for the dessert with his hands and slid his middle finger through the sweet white frosting.
He brought his sugar-coated finger to his lips and slowly licked the white cream off, keeping his eyes on Keith, "It's tasty."
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Keith made sure to force the words out so he wouldn't stutter.
C'mon, how was that even hot? He thought to himself, trying to convince himself he should be mad at Pico for ruining the cake. It didn't work.
Just as Keith was about to say something else, Pico placed his finger to Keith's mouth, "I left some for you."
He pushed it into Keith's mouth, circling his tongue and rubbing the roof of his mouth. Keith could taste the lingering flavor of the sweet cream cheese.
"It's... good, " Before Pico took his finger out, Keith sucked on it and ran his tongue up from the base to the end of his nail.
Pico felt a twitch in his pants, "Damn, you know what you're doing," He lifted Keith's dress without warning and dove under the layers of white cloth.
Keith was too flustered to form the correct words to tell Pico to get out. He couldn't get a good grip of where to place his hands to push him out.
He suddenly felt a warm, moist sensation wrap around his c🏳️🌈ck. He knew what Pico was doing and couldn't help but want more.
His tongue circled his sensitive tip. He bounced his head up and down right where Keith was bound to c🌱m.
He felt the small pulsing of Keith's head and swallowed up what came out. "Y-you keep doing that, stop!" Keith was ashamed of how sensitive he was to Pico's touch, and couldn't face him when he came.
Pico would usually make Keith look at him, but today he wanted to see if he could make him look.
He pulled down the chest piece of the dress and began to tease Keith's nipples, biting a little a watching Keith shiver but still looking away.
"Stop playing hard to get and look at me," Pico playfully whined. He smirked and began to kiss Keith's pale neck.
"Ah...mm," Keith like when he did that, but soon couldn't help but scream when Pico abruptly rubbed something cold and slick on his hole, "What was that?!" Keith clenched his hole to prevent entry.
"Calm down, it's just lube," Pico reassured him. He slid his middle finger into his tight hole and prodded at the inside to find his good spot.
"A-ah! There, mm!" Keith moaned at the intense pleasure he'd felt, and Pico couldn't help but add another finger.
"Lay facing down," Pico ordered, and Keith was feeling too good to resist, "Put your ass up more, Keith."
He bent his back and spread his legs more while on his knees, looking back at Pico to see his face, "L-like this?"
Pico could see his hole pulsing, waiting for him to enter him, "Perfect."
He slapped his dick onto Keith's hole and slid down his ass until the tip was touching his rim. He pushed in slower and felt Keith's ass perk up even more.
"It's been a little while, huh?" Pico huffed. Keith's hole was clenching onto him, almost as if it were sucking him in.
Once Pico felt Keith had relaxed, he suddenly went faster, ravishing his prostate over and over again.
He grabbed Keith's hips and pulled him up to his d🦧ck every time he trusted his hips.
Keith's ass was a mess, but he knew he wasn't done. "Turn back to me," Pico's voice almost hypnotized him to do whatever he said.
He turned and felt his back lift up from the ground. Pico had that playful grin on his face, "This dress gets in the way a lot even though it's so sexy."
He pushed away the layers of fabric to reveal Keith's lower half, his dick harder than ever. Pico put Keith's legs by his head, "This is where I always pound you," he grunted proudly.
He proceeded to shock his dick right back into Keith, "Hk, ahh! I-I... Don't wanna see... Ah, that!" Keith could barely form any words.
Pico was pulling out right to the tip and ramming it deep inside him until it felt like he was at his stomach.
"I'm c🐌mming, mm!" Keith left the electric release and sighed. Now they can eat the cake and do what he planned.
"Oh, you think it's over?" Pico chuckled, "I didn't come yet." He plunged right back into Keith's ass, feeling how tight it was after he came.
"W-wait, I just cam—" Keith felt Pico's dick go right in until the hilt and could do nothing but hold onto him and feel the numbing pleasure.
Pico pulled out right before had come, "Look at me, " Keith looked up, and felt a warm sticky feeling fly across his face.
He had meant it as a joke, but seeing Keith open his mouth and lick some of it, he couldn't stop himself from putting it back in.
"Why did you do that?" Keith smacked the back of his head angrily. He had changed out of his costume and sat next to Pico.
"I'm sorry, I really am!" He pleaded, and Keith couldn't stay mad. It was his birthday after all.
"Whatever, I wanna give you you're present." Keith sighed.
He pulled out a small box with a lid and messy red gift wrapping. There was a yellow bow on top that was loosely stuck on.
"Sorry, I can't wrap presents well," He scratched the back of his head. Pico let out a small giggle and opened it.
"A... watch?" Pico couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth rise, "It's beautiful."
"I-I got that cuz you're always late!" Keith blurted out. It was true, but he wasn't about to tell him it was also because he thought it would look beautiful on him.
"I'm going to be wearing this wherever I go," Pico leaned in and kissed Keith. He was slightly flustered because of the sudden action but was happy regardless.
"You better," Keith ruffled Pico's orange hair. He wasn't sure why but he could feel that this relationship would last a lifetime.
