Lonely (Agent 38 M/M Splatoon)

Chapter 2

"Um..." Agent 8 quietly muttered into the receiver as he slowly began to cease his actions of mindlessly fingering himself. As he started to come down from the intoxicating high of his climax, he began to feel quite gross about what he had just done. Calling Agent 3 on the phone out of nowhere, knowing that he was busy, then making him listen to the sounds of you touching yourself? Really, Eight?! He tilted his face away from his phone, groaning at himself in disgust as he brought a palm to his forehead. He could not believe he had allowed himself to be so inconsiderate to Three. Before anything else, the first thing he wanted to do once Agent 3 got home was apologize.

Upon hearing the rattling of the apartment door unlocking, Agent 8 quickly sprung out of bed and dashed out of the bedroom, leaving his phone behind. Not bothering to put his shorts back on, the octopus was instead left in his loose cotton button-up that only barely covered his crotch area. His fingers were still sticky from his previous deeds and their sheets were now soiled from them as well, but he didn't seem to care as he fully opened the bedroom door ran to meet Agent 3 at the front entrance.

As Agent 3 finally set his phone down and let his other bags drop to the floor at the front door, he spotted a disheveled looking Agent 8 hastily arriving in front of him. The Octoling's face was flushed a deep red, and he was still panting in a similar fashion to how he was breathing over the phone not too long ago.

"T...Three, I'm sor–mmph!" Agent 8's apology was abruptly cut off by Agent 3's lips roughly crushing into his, effectively silencing him as he couldn't help but melt into the kiss.

Agent 3 continued without a word being exchanged between the two, wasting no time in capturing the Octoling in his embrace and sucking the other's soft lower lip, not even caring that he was still fully dressed and wearing his night jacket and scarf. He gently pushed him towards the soft couch behind them, pinning Eight under him as the other fell down with his legs instinctively wrapping around him, before continuing to abuse his puffy lips with another flurry of passionate kisses.

"A-Ah, Agent Three, I..." Agent Eight stuttered, overwhelmed by the sensation of Three finally touching him in this way after so long. His loose shirt had begun to ride up and reveal his soft stomach, as well as his quickly returning arousal. His libido had been unusually high lately, but he knew that his body was still going to hate him tomorrow morning for daring to indulge in his forceful desires four times in the same day. Maybe more, if he allowed it to get to that point. He began to weakly struggle under Three's grasp who had captured him under his wrists, still feeling the need to voice an apology.

"Shh, be quiet, Eight," Agent 3 breathed against Eight's neck before gently nipping at it, the cloth against his arousal grinding against Agent 8's bare abdomen as he did so. He ripped at the front of Eight's button-up, causing the shirt to come undone and leaving Eight practically naked, his entire body burning up at the feeling of being exposed and making him feel defenseless. Somehow, him being naked and Three being fully clothed had caused him to become uncomfortable, a wave of embarrassment flushing through his hot skin as he almost felt as if he were too naked before the other.

Three continued to place several small kisses all over his now exposed upper body, moving his lips as if he wanted to taste every part of him. The pent-up desire he had for his partner was just as apparent in his actions as they were in Eight's; he licked and sucked around the Octoling's sensitive ears, bit at his collarbones, and, strangely enough, even licked and sucked on the other's cheek, which aroused Eight in the most unexpected way. The Inkling traced a long line with his tongue from Eight's neck all the way up to the side of his face, before going back to lick at the underside of his exposed neck, then trailing down to circle his tongue around one of the other's sensitive nipples. Eight shivered audibly at the sensations, a high-pitched whimper bubbling from the back of his throat as Three once again captured his lips in another kiss, slipping his tongue in between the octopus's parted lips.

Eight finally began to give in to Three's reassurances, suddenly becoming overwhelmed by an aching need for the other that was almost painful. He snaked his arms up to the nape of the Inkling boy's neck to yearningly tug off his scarf and grasp at his bare neck with his sharp claws, drawing a low groan from the squid as he felt his nails raking into him. Three could sense the same desperate neediness in his fingertips that he had sensed in his voice not ten minutes earlier.

Three's breaths became hitched as their heated make-out session continued, and his outside clothing began to feel incredibly constricting around him as his body heated up. He broke off their kiss to Agent 8's displeasure, causing a string of saliva to fall between the two once their lips parted. With the other's legs still tightly wrapped around his hips, Three hurriedly ripped off his jacket before pulling his loose t-shirt above his head and letting it fall on the floor somewhere behind him. He quickly undid his two long tentacles which were tied up at the back of his head, allowing them to fall next to either side of his face and frame his tanned features attractively.

Leaning back down to place another passionate kiss on Eight's panting lips, Three silently began dry humping Eight as he had yet to unzip his pants, slightly causing Eight to jut back and forth under him with the force of his movements.

Eight gasped loudly at the sensation of Three crudely rutting against his lower body, his previous arousal since being fully restored as he just couldn't help himself around him. Despite this, however, he was obviously still incredibly sensitive. He cried out, tears almost being brimming at his eyes as he felt as if he would come undone again right then and there.

"T-Three–" The Octoling rasped out, his voice unsteady and his face drenched in sweat. "Please... I-Inside of me..." He managed to choke out.

Three wasted no time with teasing Eight, wanting this just as much as his partner did. He quickly unzipped his pants, tugging them down to hug his upper thighs and allowing his previously restrained arousal to hang out and rest against the other's lower body. Eight shuddered as he gazed up into Agent 3's eyes, eagerly anticipating his following actions as he licked at his now dry lips.

Eight was already well prepared to jump into intercourse from his previous sessions from that day, and did not want to waste any more time getting to it. He lifted his hips up to meet Three's, who was slowly stroking himself as he prepared to enter inside of his partner.

"Please... I can't wait any longer, Three, I-I need you..." Eight continued to beg, beginning to claw at the other's back again.

"Shh, shh. I know, Eight. I know." Three silenced Eight yet again with another peck on the lips, taking it as an opportunity to finally press his throbbing length against the other's slick entrance as he continued to press his mouth against his. He felt the Octoling shiver as he did so, tilting his head backwards as he braced for Three to finally fuck him, to finally receive what he had been wanting so badly.