Top schlatt
Bottom Wilbur
TW//slightly rough, god kink
"Where's the remote?" Wilbur asked his companion. Jschlatt was sitting on the couch watching Wilbur search under the cushions and through the blankets, not lifting a finger.
"How would I know? You had it last." He replied condescendingly.
Wilbur rolled his eyes and sat up, looking at Schlatt.
"Get up. You might be sitting on it."
"No, I don't think I will," Schlatt said.
"Schlatt!" Wilbur said, getting exasperated. He stood up and walked over to the couch, crossing his arms.
"Don't tell me what to do, bitch."Schlatt cocked an eyebrow at the older one, crossing his arms as well. Schlatt was more intimidating, and Wilbur knew it.
"Fine," Wilbur huffed and tackled Schlatt, trying to get under him to get the remote. He was quickly overpowered by Schlatt, who pinned Wilbur down by his arms, hovering over him. Their eyes met, and Schlatt grinned.
"Bet you're turned on by this, huh? Dirty whore..." without warning, he leaned down and kissed Wilbur, making the older freeze. Schlatt leaned back a bit, searching Wilburs eyes. He seemed to be thinking something over.
A few seconds later, Schlatt got up, but when Wilbur tried to follow, he let out a low growl.
"Did I say you could get up yet?"
Wilbur whined and settled back down on the couch, eyes following his friends movements.
Schlatt returned with a small bottle and a box. He walked over to the couch and straddled Wilbur, who yelped at the sudden contact in his lower area.
Schlatt opened the box, pulling out handcuffs and a ball gag.
"Why do you have those?!" Wilbur questioned, forgetting his place.
Schlatt looked up from the box silently, meeting the older's eyes with a glare.
As soon as Wilbur got the hint, Schlatt shifted his weight and leaned down, accidentally grinding on Wilbur's dick.
Wilbur whined, frustrated with the lack of stimulation.
Schlatt reached up and cuffed Wilburs wrists to the couch, restricting his movement. As soon as he was sure Wilbur couldn't use his hands, he slid his hands up his soft skin, eliciting a whimper from the bottom.
Schlatt leaned down and peppered soft kisses along Wilburs collarbone, nibbling at the skin.
Wilbur gasped as Schlatt began getting rougher, little bursts of shock and pain erupting from Schlatts's path. The top gradually travelled to Wilbur's boxer line, making him fidget needily.
"Schlatt, god-"
Schlatt laughed, not even trying to hide the fact that he was turned on.
"Call me God again, tell me how worthless you are without me..."
Wilbur panted as Schlatt flipped him over."
"O-oh, you're my god, Schlatt. I can't function without me. I don't-OH."
Wilbur was cut off as Schlatt slipped in two fingers into his ass, sliding in and out.
"Mmnfhh.... you're all I need- you turn me on s-so muCH-."
Schlatt groaned and pumped harder, jerking Wilbur up and down. The room was filled with his soft moans. Schlatts boner was getting painfully hard.
He removed his fingers to slip off his boxers. His dick sprang up eagerly, fully erect. He bent down to get the lube, uncapping and pouring it over his cock. He groaned at the cold liquid, then turned back to the panting male under him.
Schlatt raised his arm and wrapped his fingers around Wilbur's neck, but not hard enough to cut off his breath, but just enough to let him know who was boss. As Wilbur was still getting used to the pressure, he slipped his dick into Wilbur's ass.
A load moan came from Wilbur's mouth as he arched his back, walls clenching around Schlatt. The top grunted and started moving in and out, memorizing what made Wilbur moan the loudest.
"schl- God-"
Schlatt moaned in pure bliss. Every move the bottom made added extra stimulation to Schlatt's cock. He could feel the knot forming in his stomach slowly, and from the constant, ever-louder moans from the male below him, so was Wilbur.
As schlatt looked down at Wilbur, he felt so powerful.He was a moaning mess, panting from the over stimulation. He was panting and his eyes were rolled back in his head, and his soft skin was flushed with sweat. Schlatt's hand was still wrapped around his neck, sure to leave bruises that would be definitely more pronounced that the hickies on his chest.
"God...UMNF- i'm gonna-"With a jerk, Wilbur came al over the couch arm, tipping Schlatt over the edge. With a few deep thrusts, Schlatt came, hard, moaning. His mind clouded and he saw white, pure pleasure flooding his mind. As he pulled out, cum dripped from Wilbur's ass, making Schlatt moan slightly. If that wasn't the hottest thing he had ever seen...
He bent down to kiss Wilbur's neck, making sure he was okay. The bottom hummed in response, getting up slowly.He grunted as he felt the aftermath of Schlatt's pounding. He pulled Wilbur into his arms and they laid down on the clean side of the couch, snuggling. He tried to pull away, murmuring that they needed to clean up the cum before it stained the couch. Schlatt pulled him back.
"I hated that couch anyway. Stay with me." He smiled and sat back, making Wilbur more comfortable. He put his head in between his neck and right shoulder.
"I love you."
He felt Wilbur freeze on top of him. His breathing sped up and there were a few moments of silence before Wilbur spoke.
"i..I love you too."
Schlatt smiled softly and closed his eyes. Everything was okay.
