Short Things by yours truly

Friendly Discoveries

<->(written March of 23) Echo and Grindal, much smut (+spit kink) Echo and Grindal are two of my ocs, you can maybe see some stuff about them on my art Instagram (@ venn_draws_stuff) or my twitter (@ venn_does_stuff) Keep in mind, Echo is trans masc using he/him pronouns, and Grindal uses he/it pronouns. Not dating, just best friends with benefits.

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(This is officially the most explicit smut I've ever written)

There he was. Kneeling between his legs, gently gnawing at his pelvic bone. (The inner part of the pubic tubercle, if we want to get technical, I didn't just research the male pelvic bone just to specify, if this information is incorrect, then my bad)

Its dick held against the other man's cheek by said man.

He's left to do nothing but look down into the other's big doe eyes as his teeth press against his sensitive skin.

Slowly stoking his hand in small motions around his dick.

The chewing causes drool to form around the corners of his mouth, bringing a wetness across his cheeks, and consequently onto his dick.

It looked good on him. So fucking good.

Spit slowly building up around his mouth, dripping down his chin when he pulls back a second to switch sides, letting the spit left behind slowly cool and harden against his skin.

God, he looked perfect like this, like he was meant for it.

He just watches in awe as the odd sensory experience of being bitten there, results in the most pleasing visual it's ever seen.

Echo pulls back again, this time staying back against his heels, still slowly stroking his dick and letting his free hand rub up at down its thigh.

"Jesus, you're gorgeous." Grindal mutters under his breath, reaching a hand out and finally touching the other, running a quick hand through the man's hair before returning his hand to his side.

Echo smiles, a blush gently caressing his cheeks. (🤨weird change of description but okay)

Grindal moves a bit so his knees are pointed more downwards, creating a slope from his hip to his knee.

"Can you- uh... spit so that it run down my thighs?" Grindal asks shyly.

Echo lets out a small giggle before nodding. He leans forward again, taking the head of Grindal's dick into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it a few times before popping off, leaving a hair thin trail of spit connecting his to it.

Grindal bites the inside of his cheek, letting out a harsh exhale through its nose at the sight and feeling.

Echo smiles, a bit of tease behind it, at the reaction he'd gotten out of the other.

He leans forward again, going back towards the red spots left behind by his own teeth, but not quite there.

He does a little movement of his jaw and tongue, building up enough spit to accomplish what his friend was requesting.

He lets his lips fall open, letting Grindal watch as spit starts falling down his bottom lip, waiting until it was about to fall down onto his chin to lean forward and actively spit onto the inside of Grindal's thigh, watching the man above him as it ran down to his knee.

Grindal's breath hitches, eyes clearly focused on the spit rather than the person producing said spit.

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<-> Did he finish? *shrugs shoulders, making an 'idk' sound hum thing* To the question, do I now have a spit kink... idk, I've just read a bunch of stuff like this and I have an active imagination that said 'this, but Grindal and Echo':) hope you enjoyed:)