(All beeps have been translated to English)
Enjoy UwU~ P.S. COVER MADE BY ME
It was a rainy day, Moby had arrived at Tim's house to film another Brainpop episode.
"That's a wrap." The producer configured. Tim yawned as he sprawled his arms into the air, stretching as he finished yawning. "Hey Moby, I'm thinking of taking a break from all this work stuff. Sometimes these weird questions are too much." Tim began
"What? How for how long?" Moby questioned. "Oh not long, only a day or so." Moby sighed in relief as he placed his hand on Tim's back, guiding him along to the kitchen for some water.
Tim usually got headaches after a long day of filming, it was as if it were his bodily routine.
"My migraine is killing me.." Tim groaned in subtle agony as he rested his forehead on his palm, massaging his temple as he did so. Moby placed a diffusing pill in the glass, Tim watched the quick transformation take place as it dissolved in the liquid. He then sipped from the glass.
Shortly afterwards, about 5 minutes.
"Feeling better?" Moby asks, while holding a baking tray, dressed in his flower decal-covered apron.
Tim nods as he makes his way over to the bedroom slowly. "Dinner is cooling off" Moby stated, Tim heard him. He just didn't signal that he did. As soon as Tim steps into the bedroom he begins to undress into more comfortable clothing. Moby thought Tim didn't hear him. He steps into the room right as Tim finished removing his jeans, leaving him in only his underwear.
"..."
They both stare at each other, silently. Then Tim notices something brick up from underneath the apron. Tim face flushes a soft pink, as his eyes trail down to the bulge from beneath the fabric. "M-Moby.?"
Moby unties his apron, allowing to to fall to the ground. Revealing his robo-dick.
They stand there silently for a moment, then Tim shoots Moby a smug expression, sliding his fingers in the waist-band of his boxers as he slides them down seductively. Moby shuts the door quietly before grabbing ahold of Tim's waist and pinning him to the bed. Tim gives Moby a peck on his cheek as he shifts to the opposite direction, balancing all his weight on his knees and hands as he raises his ass into the air. Moby opens a slot in his torso and pulls out a small bottle of lubricant. He lubricates Tim's boochie as well as both of their dicks, then setting it on the bedside table.
"P-please be gentle~..." Tim whimpers as he feels the metal slip inside him. Moby thrusts lightly while his hands caressed Tim's ass, he slides the rest of his tip in. He speeds up, with each thrust he adds another CM of his length, causing Tim to moan frequently. Moby pushes his length in until there is nothing left to fit. He pulls his hips back, then gave Tim a big thrust. Tim yelped in pained pleasure. With each time Moby's hips drew back, Tim hiked his ass higher into the air. Allowing easier access to his hole. Moby thrusted until their moans were drowning out the slapping noises that they were creating together. Moby slammed into his prostate, Tim wailed out in pleasured agony. "RAAAOOOOUUUUOOOOOOOUUUUAH HAYAYAYAOOOAAAOOOUUURGH" Tim exclaimed as he gripped the bedsheets so hard he could barely feel his palms. His tongue fell out as he neared his climax, feeling his weenie throb as he pumped a load of baby batter through his tip. It splattered against the bedsheets, but it did not matter to them. Moby groaned as his head fell back, his eyes rolling while he gripped Tim's ass during his orgasm.
They lay there in silence, recovering after what just happened. Moby pulls out, Tim's ass completely drenched in kid juice. "No one gives two farts about, your precious snowflake self, we-"
The next day.
Tim approached Moby, who was peacefully sitting down, reading a book. Moby adjusted his glasses as he gazed up to peer at Tim, who was wearing his brand new Victoria's Secret pink sparkle glitter thong, that was digging tight into his ass because he had just itched it. "👦STOP!!! FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!👦" Tim shouted.
Tim's diary
13/32/2022 Wednesday Afternoon
Me and Moby have been dating for a while now, I especially love when he rams his robo-dick in my mouth while I choke on the cold metal. Sometimes my tongue gets caught in the joints and it pinches, not in a kinky way or anything. A genuinely painful one. I told him about it before but I don't think he cares, maybe he's into that. Oh well, whatever makes him happy. We quit our job on Brainpop and decided to make money from selling feet pics, sometimes we have to shove our toes in each other's asses for an extra cent. Which is a little weird, but it's worth it. Moby is way more kinky than I ever thought, one time I accidentally shit in his mouth while he was eating me out, he said nothing and moaned. So now I'm starting to think he has a scat fetish.
But we're pretty happy together, and I love him, a lot.
861 words, whew. That's some serious progress for a Nokia.
