Finding Comfort - An OctoGoblin one shot

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Warning: This story is mostly gay smut. If you don't enjoy that, or find it triggering, please don't continue.
But if you do enjoy it, welcome.

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Norman remembered looking around the big apartment. So many people wanting to be fixed from their sicknesses. Sicknesses of evil and sicknesses that had made them powerful and feared by the people. He didn't remember much from the Goblin, but he does remember the sound of people screaming at the sight of him.
Otto walked over to the smaller man and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, Norman. How's it going?" the taller asked softly. Norman didn't look up at him; he shrugged under the other's hand.

Otto sighed. He wanted Norman to feel better. He wanted him to smile again, to laugh again.
An idea popped into Octavius' head. An idea that made his four arm-actuators click softly. He wanted to execute his idea, but it relied a lot on Norman wanting the same.
Otto grabbed Norman's hand and tugged lightly, signaling Norman to follow him. The two men walked up the stairs and made their way into the guest bedroom.
"Why did you bring me here?" Norman asked in a low voice. He thought he knew, but he wasn't sure. Maybe Otto wanted to talk in privacy?
"Well, I wanted to do something, but I'm not sure how." The taller answered. He fiddled with the hem of his coat as he explained more. "You see, Norman. I want you to be happy again. And the only solution I could think of at the moment is... well," the actuators turned to the bed behind him, "and I know you probably don't want to too or think it's weird, but I really like-"
He was cut off by a pair of soft lips meeting his own. Norman put Otto's face in his hands and pulled away for breath.
"-you..." Otto finished. He looked perplexed down at the other man.

Norman looked back up at him with questioning eyes, waiting for a response to his previous action. His hands fell from Otto's face and down to his shoulders. Why hasn't he reacted yet?
Before he could ask the other why, Otto pulled Norman in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. Kissing soon turned into making out. The two embraced each other like nothing was new. Like they were back in their college dorm. They had both longed for each other for so long and finally; they were together.
Otto picked Osborn up and laid him down on the bed. He broke the kiss and moved down to kiss Norman's neck instead. The smaller moaned to the touch and put his legs around the tentacled man's waist. He grinded against Otto's growing erection, earing a groan into his neck.
Otto started to get impatient with Norman, so he grabbed the lining of the other's shirt and took it off in a hurry. He made a trail of kisses down the bare chest and toned stomach in front of him. He got to the hem of the pants Norman was wearing.
"May I?" Otto purred up at Norman, who had sat up halfway, leaning on his elbows.
"God yes!" He breathed out. He wanted his cock inside Otto's wet mouth. And he wanted it so bad.

He needed it.

Otto kissed Norman's V-line before he undid his pants. He slid his finger under the scientist's boxer and pulled it down. The cock in front of him was hard, but still not fully erect. He'd have to change that himself, Otto thought.
Otto kissed the tip. He licked it, and finally, he put it into his mouth. It was large, but he could manage. He bobbed his head up and down the head. God, it felt good.

Norman moaned loudly, taking a handful of Otto's dark, curly hair. He bucked his hips into the wet embrace of the other man's mouth.
"Oh, good God, Otto!" Norman half yelled out. It had been quite some time since he'd felt this good before.
Otto groaned in response and sucked harder at the long dick. His lips touched the base every now and then. Norman sat up, took better hold of Octavius' hair, and fucked him via his mouth. He felt Otto's hand on his hips; not resisting but resting.

Norman felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm forming in his stomach. He fucked Otto's face harder, earning quiet chokes from the man between his legs.
"Oh, Otto! I'm so close!" Norman breathed out. And then...

Norman moaned through a smile as he came into Otto's mouth. Cum filled Octavius' throat, and he pulled back after Osborn was done. The smaller man laid back on the large bed. Otto swallowed the last of the substance in his throat and caught his breath. Small moans escaped the curly haired man. He crawled on top of the other and pulled his shirt off and undid his pants. He took his hard cock out and gave it a few pumps before he leaned down onto Norman.

"I wanna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk." he growled into his ear. "Can I?"

Norman, still shaking from his orgasm, couldn't speak correctly. He only whimpered softly and nodded rapidly. Otto angled Norman's hips a bit upwards; perfect for his dick to enter. He may not beat Norman in length, but he definitely beat him in width.
"Do you need prep?" Otto asked carefully. He didn't want to hurt Norman. That is, unless he wants to be hurt.
"N-no, pl... please... I want you to fuck me senseless and fill me up with your delicious cum."

The words went straight to Otto's dick. He grabbed his erect member and aligned it with Norman's tight entrance. Taking a few deep breaths, he started to push in. It was amazing to feel the tight insides of the brilliant scientist underneath him.
Norman gasped when he felt Otto so deep inside him. It was shoved up his ass so hard, he could see stars.

"Oh, yes, daddy! Fuck me!" Osborn yelled. With that remark, Otto grabbed Norman's waist with a grip that would leave bruises. He thrusted hard into Norman. He started off slow, steady pace, but every time the smaller man whimpered or groaned, Otto sped up.
Faster, harder. All of Otto's arms threw themselves down on ether side of the petite body underneath him.
Norman was shaking from the pure pleasure of the large cock inside of him.
"God, Otto, h... harder, please!" he managed to moan out between huffs of air. He had missed this feeling of bliss. The feeling of Otto's dick in his ass. It was wonderful.
The tentacled man did as he was told. He growled when he thrust again, even harder this time. Norman yelled out. "Right there! Yes!"

Octavius nodded and did it again. His tip hit the other man's prostate perfectly. He did it again and again, faster and harder each time.
Norman cried out in pleasure. Something was building up in his lower abdomen like it had a few minutes ago. Otto felt it too, and it was growing with every thrust.
"God, Otto!"
"Oh, Norman!"

Osborn's vision went white. His legs shook and only whimpers left his lips. His entrance tightened around Otto's cock, and soon after, he felt the large man's cum into his ass.
Otto let out a loud groan as he came. His thrusts became sloppy and out of rhythm as he rode out his orgasm. He looked down on Norman; messy hair, blushing face, trembling body, and stomach lathered with his own cum. God; it was so hot.
He pulled out slowly while he sucked on Norman's neck. He was careful, due to the whimpers from underneath him.
When Norman finally came down from his high, he curled up, around Otto. The larger man laid down on his side and let Osborn cuddle up to his chest. He had reached his goal; Norman Osborn was smiling again.