The stream - Skephalo

Part 1

Backstory for context: Skeppy has visited Bad's house and stayed in his spare room for a few days. Bad is streaming, annoyed at the memers, but staying optimistic and trying not to rage. Skeppy is watching from the other side of the room, feeling helpless to stop the trolls.

WARNING: EXTREME SMUT AHEAD. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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Darryl sweated as the obnoxious woman repeated the phrase with the same monotone voice:

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He looked to the side as Zak's lustful gaze pinned him down. His hands were shaking as he tried to play and Zak stalked him across the room, teasing him, daring him to come and take him right there.

But when Darryl stepped back to take a break during the intermission, he found himself inexplicably yanking Zak to the couch behind them.

Zak didn't even try to get away, just watched Bad with dark, hooded eyes, as he kept a firm hand on his shoulder. Without preamble, his fingers scrabbled at the buttons of his shorts, making his intentions blindingly obvious.

Suddenly, Zak lunged into action, wrapping his arms around Bad's knees and bringing him crashing to the floor, flat out on his back. He attacked his lips, shoving his tongue into Darryl's hot, wet mouth as his hand dove down the front of his trousers, squeezing Darryl's cock almost painfully hard.

Darryl gasped, throwing his head back. Grabbing Zak's dark hair hard, he shoved his face into his by then unclad crotch, getting even harder knowing they were being "watched" by unsuspecting viewers.

Zak nuzzled deeper into Darryl's crotch, sucking his balls into his mouth and twirling his tongue over them roughly. Darryl pushed him down harder, wrapping his free hand around his own cock as Zak managed to pull back just enough to shove his tongue deep into Darryl's hidden entrance.

Darryl gasped, and then groaned, desperately fisting his solid, leaking length. Sensing he was nearing his peak, Zak replaced his tongue with a sweat-lubed finger and leant up to suck Darryl's erection right into the back of his throat.

Zak lifted his head as he heard the intermission of the server about to end. He took Bad deep again, scraping his teeth along his sensitive member, whilst he added a second finger to Bad's arse, stretching him wide.

Bad writhed beneath him, sweat dripping from his skin. Zak pressed another finger inside, brushing against his prostate. Darryl arched up, coming spectacularly, hot and hard into Zak's waiting mouth.

Zak swallowed eagerly, dipping his tongue into Bad's slit to coax out more of the sticky fluid. His fingers still moving freely inside Bad, stretching him wide open.

Bad slumped to the floor, utterly boneless. Moans still escaped his throat as Zak suckled him clean, his over sensitized cock causing him near pain.

Zak pulled away with a sticky pop and looked up at the man lying prone and twitching beneath him. He flexed his fingers and grinned at the strangled groan that was ripped from Darryl's throat.

Zak spread his fingers wide, thrusting them into Alan's now pliant body twice, three times, before removing them completely. He crawled up to hover over Bad's face, lips a mere inch apart, and waited for Bad's eyes to flicker open.

The hot breath tickling his lips brought Darryl back to semi-awareness. His eyes fluttered open and he blinked at Zak's proximity. He reached up to pull Zak into a fiery kiss, only to have his wrists pinned firmly above his head.

"Zak..." he breathed, eyes dark with smoldering lust.

"You don't get to touch, Bad. Not 'till I say so."