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Oliver decided to stick around and watch the death throes.
What better than to look into Felix’s eyes and have the last laugh? To have the pleasure of mocking Felix as he died, to give him the last look of what he could’ve had, what he should’ve had, yet slapped onto the ground and spat on…to give him one last look in the eye, give him the pleasure of having Oliver as the last thing he’d see…
Just the thought made the blood rush below his belt.
“Ollie..” Felix sputtered and spat, dark lashes fluttering. He looked up to see what had to be an angel or the devil? Felix certainly looked at him as if he were an angel, despite shoving him away seconds before. Oliver with sharp antlers stretching to the night sky and wrapping around the moon like a sort of halo, his sharp blue eyes looked down, barely visible with his face shadowed. “Ollie..” Felix whimpered. “Something’s wrong…I don’t feel good..” he choked out. Well, that’s what happens when you accidentally ingest a fuck ton of cocaine after already snorting lines in the bathroom. Enjoy it.
Oliver just kept looking down at him with that same bored expression, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“Ollie..!” Felix whined out for his savior, he tried to push himself up. He wobbled like a newborn animal and fell back onto the grass again, angel wings cracking loudly—lucky not to land in Oliver’s puke. “Ollie please!”
“Please what?” Oliver sounded a bit bored, hands behind his back.
“Help!” Felix’s voice cracked, trying to sound loud but he couldn’t muster the energy. He gagged and choked on air, then could feel a bit of foam bubbling in his mouth like a hot geyser. “Don’t feel right..” Oliver was losing him quickly, he could see the light fading from his usually so bright eyes.
“Ollie,” Felix whispered, his now weak hands started to tremble. “Ollie.” These were going to be the last words he’d utter, wouldn’t it? He’d die, crying out for Oliver.
For him.
All for him.
In ecstasy when he’d fuck into Oliver, moaning his name, he wanted him. When he laughed, cried, and now even as he was dying, he’d sigh out Ollie. He needed him, his angel, to grab him from this mortal coil and save him.
Even more blood swelled in Oliver’s crotch. Although Felix may not have wanted to make love one last time, the horned boy slipped off his jacket—eye contact still intense with the dying light before him.
“Ollie w-whadd’re you doin’? Get help..” Felix was barely audible, his body started to shake and visible sweat trickled down his temples.
Oliver started to unbuckle his belt, head slightly tilting. “You want me to get help?” His voice was near taunting. “But I don’t need any help, Felix.” He slightly shook his head, and slowly stepped out of his pants and boxers. His lean figure was illuminated by moonlight, silvery scars under his pecs glistened slightly. Yet, Oliver never took off his antlers. Felix compared him to Michelangelo’s David, but with the antlers, he looked more like the Minotaur statue towering above them. Oliver's form changed yet again, and he was a god before his subject, his fallen angel praying and begging. “I told you I just want you to understand how much I fucking love you. Do you get it now?”
Felix gasped for air again and kept choking, but his eyes never left Oliver. His fingers may twitch and the light in his eyes may flicker on and off, but his attention was always on his Ollie.
He had to have gotten it now.
“Remember what I told you about my mums throat..?” Oliver sunk and straddled Felix, oh, there he was. A clothed, half-hard cock was pushing up against Olivers pussy. He hadn’t gone down during their argument? The boy traced a couple of fingers over Felix’s soft blue lips, then slowly intruded the tips into the mouth, he barely even put up a fight. His fingertips swirled around on Felix’s tongue, slowly nearly reaching his uvula, before pulling out. The dying boy let out a loud whine, pleading, begging.
He didn’t even have enough energy to stick his fingers down his own goddamn throat, so spoiled, had to have someone else do all the work for him. Just like how Oliver started to move his hips against Felix, grinding and pushing. Oliver let out a little sigh and dragged his wet fingers down to Felix’s neck, feeling and tracing over his struggling adams apple.
“Ollie..”
“Yes?” Oliver replied, using his other hand to unzip Felix. Not only were his pants being undone, but his body, mind and spirit were—and that was going to help Oliver cum harder than he ever had with Felix on top. Felix let out a rattling breath as if shaking an empty spray can. “Can you speak up, Felix?” He pulled his cock out, and it was fully hard, possibly the hardest he’d ever been with Oliver. Felix was twitching with life in the night air, precum beading on his tip—it was glistening in the light, dripping slick from rutting into India like a stupid horny animal. Anger built up in Oliver and he felt the tips of his ears heat up. Their relationship didn’t even have a label, he knew Felix got around, he knew the boy was angry at him, but it still stunk of betrayal.
“Have you got something to say..?” Oliver felt the corners of his lips quirk up slightly, then he slid his hips against Felix again. Slow and hard, he could practically hear how his wet pussy glided against the hard length. It was still wet from Indias cunt, fuck, the urge to claim and mark him overcame Oliver. He had to keep rubbing his pussy all over his cock, completely coating him, almost like a dog pissing on its territory.
Felix didn’t look all there, as if he had stepped out of his body and left a shell. He was still staring up at Oliver, not looking through him, but into him—his eyes were glossy, his lips slightly parted as he moaned in pain.
“I’m burning.”
Oliver sunk himself onto Felix immediately, his pussy clenched and squeezed hard around the huge cock he suddenly forced in. But he had no other choice to, hearing those words, he had to have Felix inside him immediately. He groaned gently and tilted his head back, letting his walls continue to squeeze rhythmically around the other boys inches. “Fuck..” he hissed. Even with how wet he was from just stalking Felix in here, he could still feel the ring of fire when that cock breached him, it took him a second to get used to the feeling of all of him inside at once. Oliver heard Felix whine, and felt his legs under him squirm like he was throwing a weak tantrum.
If Felix went into the maze to have sex, he’d get it. Oliver started to slowly grind his hips against the others, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips fell open—he sighed and let out an ah, Felix’s cock was so big yet he fit like a glove. Oliver’s pussy kept squeezing and spasming around him, he hadn’t quite gotten used to the feeling of it inside, but he was still eager to ride. He had to do this now, hurry the process, fuck Felix. Show his love for him, hatred for him, all while the life left his eyes.
“St-st…oohp..” Felix’s pleas and begging were so quiet, it was barely heard. He sounded so meek for once, fucking finally. Dull nails scratched at Oliver’s thighs and hips, dragging down his soft skin and flexing muscles—the drag felt delicious to a point, he’d have stinging red evidence of Felix scratched into his skin.
The boy on top grabbed Felix’s wrists and held them against the grass, there wasn’t much of a fight put up against that. Felix only whined and stared up at Oliver, his eyes would sometimes flicker up to the night sky, and roll back into his skull. Oliver’s whimpers and moans mixed with Felix’s groans, he kept grinding and his head lolled forward with pleasure—he was sure that the boy under him had to be enjoying this too. He could hear little whines and whimpers under the hissing and gurgles Felix was making, the face he was making looked so much like his O-face, his breath was so quick and shallow.
“Fffuuck..” Oliver’s eyes fluttered and he quickened his pace. His hips started to alternate between bouncing and grinding, he moved steadily and his nails left crescent-shaped marks between Felix’s bracelets. The red marks left on Oliver’s skin started to show under the moonlight and dim glow of the party happening next to them, it seemed to only bring him closer to the edge. “Ah, ah..” he whimpered with each movement, his eyes fluttering like butterfly wings—it felt like he was being impaled, he could feel Felix grind up against his gspot and cervix, could feel his mound rubbing against his clit.
Felix had fucked Oliver before, but this felt genuinely like the first time. Like when the cunt slammed into him back in their dorms, slapped a hand over his mouth and fucked into him despite any protests or bleeding. Felix was just drunk at the time, it wasn’t his fault, genuinely. Felix had skirted around the topic, looking guilty and avoiding him, til he apologized and they slept together in a more gentle way that time. But Oliver had no excuse, no alcohol in his system to make him do this. Just pure spite and hate. The boy under him started to get twitchy fingers, he tilted his head to the side and let his cheek rest against the grass—only for Oliver to grab his cheeks and force him to look at him.
“No, no, Felix, stay with me…” Oliver softly asked, filling up the boys vision. More drool and foam escaped Felix’s mouth, and just after quickly wiping some of it away, Oliver pushed his face forward for a kiss. They both groaned at the contact, Oliver’s hips quickened again and he drew a sharp gasp—more air being swallowed out of Felix’s lungs, more, more. Oliver took and took just as Felix had from others, he slid his tongue in and nipped his lower lip. It was messy due to Felix not putting in any work and letting his mouth hang open, letting the other boy lick him and breathe his breath.
Oliver felt the cock inside him throb and twitch with every movement, almost in rhythm with Felix’s hands jerking and twitching. There was no more fight left in him. So the boy on top pulled his hands off his wrists and splayed his fingers on Felix’s chest, he felt the pitter-patter of his heart had slowed. Gotten quiet, struggled for life. Despite all of that, Felix’s cock kept throbbing as the pussy around him kept greedily taking. Oliver had gotten slightly louder and shuddered, his eyes rolled and his hips circled—feeling precum smear around inside him. Felix seemed to love that movement too, judging from how he wheezed and how his cock twitched hard.
“Fuuhck, fuck, Felix, no, look at me,” Oliver’s moans turned into patronizing teasing. “Look at me.” He gripped Felix’s face again and pulled his eyelids open for one eye to gaze upon him, though he wasn’t even sure if the boy was lucid anymore—his skin was cold and clammy. But Oliver kept using Felix like he was a toy, he kept trying to focus on his breathing, his heartbeats—he felt his chest rising slower and slower under his hands, felt his heart try to cling to life. With each slow beat, Oliver moved faster, fucking Felix almost as hard and fast as he’d fuck him. He didn’t dare touch his clit, he needed to get off on this and this alone.
“Holy shit, holy sh—“ Oliver babbled and trembled, more wanton moans left his mouth as drool slowly left the corner of his lips. He didn’t know he could be so turned on by this, by holding Felix’s life in his hands, hearing him gasp and choke slowly. He’d rather this have been more slow and calculating, taunting and threatening, but Felix seemed to be fading quickly—so he had to fuck him quickly. He grabbed at the boys tank top with desperation and twisted, his head was thrown back as he got closer, closer, his pussy felt tighter and tighter as he reached the edge of his orgasm. “Felix..” he gasped out and took a peek below—the sight was ghastly.
Felix’s eyes had glazed over, half-lidded and staring off into space—the light had left his gorgeous blue eyes. His chest wasn’t moving anymore, sweat glistened off his cold skin. Normally fluffy hair stuck to his forehead, drool and a bubbly foam continued to drip out his parted blue lips. Right there was when Oliver came.
“Hhh—! Uunh, hh, ah! Ooh god—“ Oliver gave a strangled cry as his hips bucked, his legs locked up and his nails scratched over the white tank top. His pussy squeezed hard and milked the still-warm cock, fuck, this had to be one of the best orgasms Felix had given him. He was left still whining and grinding his hips, riding out the high of it and feeling his sensitive clit throb on Felix’s skin. Tears pricked his eyes and he nearly fell off with how intense it was, the last time he was this lightheaded was when Felix used his tongue stud and fingers to his advantage. Oliver hissed out and his jaw clenched, then he felt Felix’s cock throbbing as his orgasm reached the end—he could purr like a cat with satisfaction when he felt hot spurts of cum fill him. It seemed like the best orgasm of Felix’s life—well, almost. He wasn’t around to still feel it.
Oliver panted and trembled over Felix’s body, still feeling the last of him twitching and desperately still spilling into him til the very end. He rocked his hips gently and pushed his hands under the other boys top, spread his hands over his smooth chest and erect nipples. His movements were noisier than ever now that he came, and had Felix’s cum messing up his cunt. Then, he could feel it—feel how still and quiet his chest was. Once full of life. Now, empty. Oliver leaned down again to give his lover another peck on the corner of his mouth, he pulled his antlers off before slowly resting his head on Felix’s chest. He nearly expected to hear the low badum of a heart beating, but there was nothing but flesh and cloth. It almost felt like lying on top of a stone slab, no warmth or depth to it, reduced to a sex toy.
Oliver’s eyes flickered up to Felix’s face, his head lolled back on the grass and upturned to the sky. Oliver nuzzled his face and buried himself in the chest below, his arms hooked under the other boys in a hug, clinging to him as much as he could—his pussy kept warmly hugging the cock inside, feeling it go soft and limp. Even when Felix was soft, he was still big, plugging up the boy that felt so satisfying. Oliver didn't ever want to move, he kept breathing in deep the scent of cologne, alcohol and aftershave on the other—reduced to a body. He wondered what the scent of rot and decay would be like on him. He wondered how he’d look in a casket—still so pretty.
Oliver suddenly got a flashback of sharing a cigarette with Felix after some hours in bed. Laying together, basking in the sunlight. He wished he had a cigarette right now, one he could put to his lovers lips. He wished he was back in that memory. But he wasn’t in a soft warm bed, he was lying on a cold dead body, and the night air was chilling him—even for a Summer night. Oliver wished he had a cigarette to light, only to watch it burn down to the end and sizzle on his fingertips. He could only pretend the chatter and laughter coming from the party was from Felix.
Why did you make me do this? Oliver pulled away after what felt like hours, it had to be at least one in the morning. He had to move some time. But if he did, it would be the last time he’d ever be full of Felix—having him inside, be intimate, the last time. Oliver reluctantly pulled himself off of Felix’s limp cock, he watched it flop out and land on his clothes thigh. A string of cum connected Olivers sensitive pussy to Felix’s tip, he watched even more cum start to slowly drool out of him onto the grass and cool his inner thighs. His fingers hurriedly scooped the spilled cum on his thighs back inside, eyebrows knitted together with worry. It had to stay inside as long as possible, Felix had to stay inside, never leave.
Oliver didn’t care if he’d wind up pregnant, at least he’d have an easy entrance into the family. Sir James and Elsbeth would love a darling grandchild from their dead son. He rolled over onto his back next to Felix, stared up at the still-dark sky, the party was still going on thankfully—no one would notice him sneaking out of the maze. His hips tilted up, legs in the air, as if his staying plugged up wasn’t enough to pull all of Felix’s cum into his womb.
“Damn it,” Oliver mumbled to no one in particular. He pulled himself back up onto shaky deer legs—he brushed off his dirty knees, and pulled his underwear back on before any more cum could leak from him. He dressed himself properly again, then set his antlers back on top of his head as neat as he could—proud, feeling like the king of the forest, his kill lay at his feet. Oliver spared another look to Felix, and in a caring gesture, tucked him back into his pants and zipped his fly back up. He would’ve felt insulted about how he had to dress Felix like some sort of servant, but he’d rather he not feel embarrassed when his body gets discovered in the morning.
Oliver had already embarrassed him enough.
The boy sniffled and wiped his pants off a bit, then awkwardly started to make his way out of the maze. He hadn’t felt the least bit of shame for fucking Felix when he did, he just reminded himself to take a bath in the morning, not tonight. He couldn’t wash out Felix from inside him, not right now. Maybe he’d use Felix’s robe—since he didn’t pack one himself.
Oliver undressed himself again when he arrived back to his room, dragging his feet like he was drunk. He collapsed into bed and immediately fell asleep, his head heavy with memories and the warm feeling of Felix lingering inside him.
Oliver rubbed his eyes as he woke, bathed in sunlight finally, nearly expecting Felix to still be by his side. But he wasn’t. Oliver had awoken to indistinct yelling, yelling for Felix. But he knew where he was already.
The cum dried up in his boxers told the whole story.