Darkiplier x Antisepticeye (Contains Smut)

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Anti smiled softly as he continued to work him, thinking up to him.
“Hey... you feeling okay, baby?”

Dark hummed in reply, but it wasn't any less than a moan. He decided to nod faintly and reply back telepathically instead. He was feeling great. He asked Anti to touch him, anywhere, and however Anti wished.

Anti smiled, accepting his request.
He reached forward to gently stroke his dick, working his prostate consistently.
He wanted him to feel good. That was his main goal in all of this, really.

Dark let out a louder moan, gripping the pillow tighter. The pleasure, the ecstasy, it seemed to flowing through every vein, every nerve in him. His spine and head felt tingly already, like light scratches and taps. It felt relaxing.
His muscles, specially around Anti's tongue, his thighs, and his abs, started to tense up involuntarily. They didn't stay constantly tensed, just a few twitches and flinches now and then.

Anti smiled, stroking him just a little faster, almost purring now.
He sent him a thought again.
“Need me to stop?”

Dark cussed, muffled into the pillow. He shook his head immediately to Anti's question. As he felt himself get closer, he became louder, and struggled more to just stay still for Anti. He told Anti how good he was in between his moans.

Anti smiled softly and gripped his hip, purring into him as he stroked faster. His thumb gently pressed against his balls, squeezing gently.
“Such a good boy,” he kept repeating.

Dark's back arched as he screamed Anti's name in pleasure. He could feel heat in his stomach, like a warm, heated bottle was pressed right against his stomach.
He didn't want to dirty the sheets again, they did already dirty (and clean) a bedsheet.
Dark asked to turn over.

Anti nodded softly, smiling as he turned him over, carefully pressing the tip of his finger into him.
“Hey,” he purred softly, smirking down at him. He flapped his wings slowly, continuing to stroke him, only now carefully fingering him as well.

Dark stretched his arms above his head after turning over. He opened his eyes to look at his fiancé, but they soon fluttered close when Anti pressed a finger in.
"I'm close," he whispered, quick and choked between his moans.

Anti smiled, nodding.
“I know he murmured, smiling as he brushed his finger up against his prostate.
“I’ve got you, Darkling...”
He leant down and carefully wrapped his lips around his tip, sucking on it carefully.

Dark buried his head into the pillow and moaned loud, begging for Anti to stimulate the spot again. At this point, Dark was just trying not to release.
Feeling Anti's finger hit his prostate again and again, and the soft lips and wet tongue on his tip, Dark released in Anti's mouth, and panted heavily.

Anti smiled and swallowed him down quickly, licking around his tip to soothe him.
He pulled back, and out, of him, and smiled.
He moved up and pulled Dark into his lap, pressing his lips against his ear gently. He wanted to give him aftercare.

Dark shivered and relaxed himself when Anti licked around the tip and pulled out and away, letting out a soft moan.
He took a while in Anti's embrace to cool down from his high, and lazily wrapped his arms around Anti's shoulders. "I love you," he whispered, nuzzling into Anti's neck. Dark was indeed overstimulated. He felt exhausted, and weak. His entire body felt like static and numb, but in a good way. He felt sensitive, and he'd damn right be wearing that light minty oversized hoodie from his fiancé's closet.
Anti's embrace made him feel safe and protected.

Anti smiled warmly, holding him close, wrapping his wings around him.
“I love you too,” he whispered, nuzzling him carefully.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, smiling as he pressed his lips all over his face.