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In all honesty, Second has never been all that.. interested, for a lack of a better word, in anything sexual.

Don’t get him wrong, he likes to have a quick jerk off when the hardness in his pants won’t go away or he wakes up from a wet dream and can’t get the images out of his head. But those are rare and few in between.

It’s not like he really gets many opportunities anyway. He shares a bedroom with the others, they only have one bathroom, everyone likes to spend their time together, and the amount of time-consuming crap that are thrown their way keeps them rather busy.

Maybe it’s just because he’s always too tired, but regardless, Second just, simply, rarely feels the drive for it.

So that’s why he surprised even himself when he said yes to Green's request.

It is a good opportunity, he guesses, with the others hanging out with Purple in Minecraft and Alan busy at work. They had tried to convince Second to go with them, but he was too tired, and Green gave them a similar reason. He had found it a bit odd at the time but brushed it off. Now he knows that Green's excuse was probably a lie.

As surprised as he is with himself, he’s even more surprised with Green. He hadn’t expected this at all. Though, he always knew Green has had a.. well, a high libido. The loud moaning from behind closed doors have been signals enough.

And that’s ignoring the one time Second let curiosity get the best of him when he saw Green hiding a box, and after peaking inside, realized it was a bunch of sex toys. -Now that he thinks about it, looking back, a lot of them were orange coloured…-

He’s pretty sure Green believes himself to be sneaky or something. He’s always looked so smug and proud of himself after his little sessions. Second and the others agreed that it’d be a little too cruel to embarrass the stick by revealing that he, in fact, is not as sly as he thinks he is, even if he does deserve it.

It was annoying at first, having to listen to loud and needy moans through the walls. Especially when it would disturb his sleep. It takes his entire will-being to not storm up to the stick and tell him to shut up during those times. However, the more time that has passed, the more he has gotten used to it as a daily part of his life.

He would never admit that sometimes, whenever he has the chance, he stands outside of the room and listens to Green moan.

He knows full well that it’s weird – and not to mention creepy to listen to your best friend masturbate without his knowledge. He’s pretty sure he would just kill himself if it were to ever get out.

Jokes.

Not really though.

It’s just- he just can’t help it. Green moans are so sweet, so delicious. The way it rolls off his tongue, almost like a song. He’s probably wrapped in his own head and focused solely on his pleasure in those times. To say that it’s arousing would be an understatement.

Second has never gotten off to it, though, despite the urges.

It’d be taking a step over a line, if what he does doesn’t already, and, quite frankly, it’s just plain weird to get off to your best friend’s masturbating. They’re supposed to be friends after all, not lovers or anything. At least, that’s what he has been thinking, until now.

Because, currently, Green is holding him by the hand and is leading him to their shared bedroom.

Second's tongue swipes across the roof of his mouth, and it feels like sandpaper rubbing on sandpaper. He swallows, heart drumming in his ears, and he hopes that Green doesn’t feel how sweaty his hand is.

Second suppresses a trembling breath when the door to their room comes into view. Green pushes it open, dragging the nervous hollow head inside. The door closes and Green turns to Second, eyes crinkling as he smiles.

The way Green looks at him, so delicately, almost lovingly, sends a shiver down his spine. The hand on his wrist releases its grasp before both are lifted, feather-like touches crossing up his sides in a way that leaves his skin twitching and tingling, until they rest at his chest, warm palms pressing against him.

Second releases a shaky exhale.

He had been, safe to say, speechless when Green approached him. Asking if Second wanted to have sex in such a blunt and confident manner, never breaking eye contact. He was on the couch in that moment, attempting to sleep while he still had the chance. But the lewd ask had left him rather wide awake.

When he didn’t reply fast enough, Green's confidence had visibly faltered. He told Second never mind, that it didn’t matter, he was sorry for asking, and then he turned around. Second isn’t quite sure what had possessed him in that moment to grab Green by the hand and tell him that he’d do it.

Maybe it was the look on Green's face. The way his expression had fallen, cheeks blushing with embarrassment, regret so evident in his tone – not to mention the disappointment that had crossed his rather handsome features. Regardless of the reasoning, he had done it.

Does he regret it? That, he’s not so sure about yet.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to have sex with Green. He didn’t agree out of pity, it’s just, well, he’s never had sex before. Hell, he’s never even had anyone touch him in intimate areas before. So to say that he’s nervous is an understatement.

He guesses there’s a first time for anything, though.

Unfortunately for him, it seems Second isn’t as good at hiding his nerves as he had thought. Green's smile falters, eyebrows knitting together as his gaze glances over the other.

“You know, it’s not like we have to do this or anything.” Green says, and Second is brought back to reality. He blinks, trying to process the words.

“Wh- What?”

His hands drop from Second's chest, and Second shivers, skin itching at the loss of contact.

“I mean, I’m not gonna hold it against you or anything if you don’t actually wanna. I wasn’t, like, expecting a yes dude.”

Second forces himself to swallow, which doesn’t really help with the dryness in his mouth. “I-” he stammers, “What? N-No, it’s fine, I want this.” His voice takes on a small wobble, and Green frowns, doubt creeping into his eyes.

“I promise it’s fine if-”

“Green, for the love of- shut up!”

Second's body moves on its own accord, and before he could convince himself that this was a bad idea, he leans forward. Hands clamp down on the stick’s shoulders and soft flesh press together.

Green freezes under his touch, stiffening in surprise. For a moment, Second believes he had done the wrong thing, that he had gone too far, too fast. Those worries dwindle when the tension in Green's shoulders disappear and he can feel hands wrapping around his hips. And, when Green kisses him back, oh, he was not expecting it to feel as good as it did.

His skin is buzzing, an electrical touch pushing down on his lips. A tongue swipes down on his bottom lip, coating his soft flesh in glistening spit, and Second shudders.

It’s then and there Second decides that, no, he does not regret saying yes.

Hands are now snaking up his torso, fingers trailing and pressing down on his spine, feeling through every ridge and bump that climbs his back. Green's hand moves in such a gentle way, careful as he wraps his arm around Second's waist, bringing the stick closer into him and his other hand settles in the silky fluff of the hollow head’s hair.

Second might as well be buzzing. Skin twitching in a thrilling spark as those tender hands caress him. He jolts when a soft, wet meat presses on his own and he can taste the remains of some food Green must have been eating earlier. Tastes sweet, Second notes, and figures Green had been eating something sugary.

Thoughts melt away from his brain when Green withdraws an inch to take a gasp of air, which also gives Second the chance to fill his lungs, before his oxygen is cut off once again. Second is clutching at Green's shoulders, trembling fingers grasping his shirt, fighting the urge to bring Green closer to him as his mouth is explored by that tongue. An embarrassing whine is pulled from him when Green pulls away again and he tries to chase after him, skin tingling for more. That is, until teeth squeeze around his bottom lip. Not hard, but hard enough to cause an electric thrill to run down his spine, straight down to his dick. Soft meat squishes between the teeth before it’s released, and Second's lips are captured in another kiss.

The body pressed against him starts to lean forward, forcing him to walk backwards until something hits the back of his legs. Green then spins them both around and plops down on the bunk bed, pulling Second onto his lap, causing the kiss to break. Both sticks pant, and Second's brain feels like it’s been swallowed in a buzzing haze. He only just registers the fact that Green's hands are now resting on his waist. His fingers wrap around the stick as though they were two shapes slotted together perfectly, and Second's face burns bright. His attention is pulled away from the hands when Green leans forward again and presses a soft, but gentle, kiss on his neck. Second gasps.

It’s only then that he notices the uncomfortable straining in his pants. He’s hard, dick pulsing and straining against his boxers, and there’s a quiver in his chest at the realization. He also notices that something else, something hard, is also poking against the inside of his thigh. Second shifts, trying to move off of the object in Green's pocket to get into a more comfortable position.

He freezes when Green's gentle pecks turns to sucking, fingers squeezing tighter around him, and Green moans, pushing the hollow head back down onto the thing. Second's cheeks are flushed with a bright heat the moment he understands that the hard object is, in fact, not an object, but rather Green's erect cock.

The knowledge does more to him than he’d like to admit.

Second pushes out short and shaky exhales as his flesh is licked and suckled on, trying to ignore the arousal that stirs in his abdomen at the thought of it leaving marks, and Green's attacks shift up from Second's neck, to under his jaw, and back down all the way to his shoulders. Full-body shudders are made at every suck and flick of a tongue, and another wavering breath is pushed past his lips.

A hand slides under his hoodie, the warm palm meeting with soft skin. Second leans into it without really thinking, and he swears he can feel Green's lips twist into a smirk against his neck.

“You’re too cute.” Green mutters, the puff of air hot on Second's skin, and it makes him tremble. The hand on his back continues snaking up and it eventually pulls the hoodie over Second's head. Green tosses the hoodie and quirks up an eyebrow at the sight of Second's now bare torso. “You don’t wear a top under your hoodie?” Green asks, bringing his hand to trail his fingers across Second's belly, who bites back a whimper.

“N-Not really, gets too hot..” He answers, voice a little breathy. Green stares, only for a moment, before he releases a small chuckle and leans forward.

Second flinches when his nipple is engulfed in a wet warmth. “G-Green..” he breathes out, and can’t help the long and high-pitched whine that leaves his throat when Green lightly tugs on it with his teeth. His face burns at the embarrassing sound he had made, but becomes pretty hard to linger on the embarrassment when there’s a tongue flicking at his sensitive bud.

The hands that had begun exploring Second's body at some point drift back down to his hips, and they squeeze, fingers digging into his flesh.

And then Green bucks his hips up, grinding straight into Second's erection. He gasps, surprised and loud, the tingling sensation running up his spine. He does it again, which causes Second to gasp again, moans releasing from both sticks.

Second squeezes his eyes shut as Green falls into a rhythm, hips rolling up hard and nice, making such a lovely electric tingle to bounce over his erection. The constant sucking and licking on his nipple makes it feel all that more better. He barely notices how his breathing has morphed into fast and uneven pants until it’s making his brain feel light-headed. Something damp is forming in his underwear, and his jaw falls open, the next sound unfurling from his mouth being a whimper.

The other’s name tickles the back of his throat, jaw staying slack, but his breath is knocked out of him when Green thrusts harder. Second's thighs are trembling and squeezing around Green's legs, the throbbing in his dick gradually growing more and more uncomfortable. He grinds down to match with Green's thrusting, receiving a happy moan from the stick, length dragging on fabric. The friction pulls a groan from his throat. Green's sucking increases a miniscule amount before he pops off and drags his velvety tongue up Second's chest. He shivers at the feeling.

They meet mouths again and Green presses himself inside, making the stick moan into his mouth and press back. He can feel the vibrations of Green's own moans and groans. His dick throbs a little harder at that.

Second isn’t sure how long it’s been now. Minutes? An hour? Maybe even more, but, eventually, Green does draw back. Completely, actually, and Second pushes out a needy whine at the loss of friction. His brain feels burnt as Green gently pulls Second off of his lap, before sliding off the bed and wiggling in between the hollow head’s legs. Just as Second is about to ask what the other is doing, hands are gripping his trousers, undoing the button and pulling down the zip. The words die on his tongue.

“Question,” Green says, looking up to meet eyes with the other. His eyes are so pretty, a bright emerald that shines under the light. Second can’t help but stare. “How.. far are you willing to go?”

Second blinks, and it takes a moment for him to understand what Green is saying – to an extent, because don’t they already plan to go pretty far? What exactly does Green plan on doing to him?

Seeing the confusion plastered on the stick’s face, Green quickly goes to confirm. “What I mean is, well,” the red that had poured into his cheeks has darkened and he glances away. “We plan to have sex, but, I’d like to do a little more, if that’s okay?” Green's blatant words and implications sends a shiver down Second’s spine. After gathering himself together, brain still buzzing, he makes a small nod.

“Uh- yeah, yeah, sure. Just, you’ll stop if I tell you to, right?”

It’s a bit of a stupid question, he knows, though he can’t really blame himself either. After all, Green does have a history for taking things over the line. Second couldn’t ever imagine Green would take things too far or ignore boundaries in a sexual setting, but it’s not like he would have the experience to know what Green is like in bed.

Considering that he is great in pretty much almost everything he does, though, he can imagine the green stick is rather good.

“Of course I’d stop, yeah.” Green's lips curl into a smile before he reaches forward, fingers hooking into the waistband of Second's trousers. There’s excitement he can’t deny that bubbles in his chest as it’s slid down. He lifts his hips a little to allow Green to drag it past his thighs and down his legs, before it’s pulled off completely and thrown to join his hoodie on the ground. Green moves back in between Second’s legs and leans forward. Second gasps at the hot, wet feeling of Green's tongue pressing on his boxers – right where his erection is. He captures his bottom lip between his teeth, whimpering at the delicious feeling on Green sucking on the area.

Second's mouth falls agape, long and shaky exhales slipping out his mouth as his trembling fingers grasp at the covers below him. “P-Please..” he begs, and bites back a moan when he feels the soft vibration of Green's laugh. Though, Green does pull away, and makes quick work of pulling Second's boxers off. When Second glances down, his cheeks flush a bright red at the sight of pre-cum spilling from his slit.

He also comes to realize just how… vulnerable he currently feels. Sure, they’ve all seen each other naked at some point. It’s the kind of thing that’s happened accidentally so many times over the many years that it doesn’t become embarrassing anymore. However, it has been a long time now since he’s seen any of the others naked, with everyone being more careful as they’ve gotten older. And, not only that, him and Green plan to have sex! It’s entirely different to just accidentally walking into a room at the wrong time.

Second's thoughts are snapped away the moment something warm wraps around the base of his dick. Green's hand is so warm it almost feels like a heated blanket. Second's breathing hitches when something hot and wet presses against his slit, smearing the pre-cum there. His hands twitch as Green mouths his tip, dick throbbing with so much need he feels like he’s going to go crazy. He’s clutching the bed sheets so tight that his hands make violent jerks, trying to control himself from just grabbing Green's head and forcing him all the way down.

“Please,” Second begs again, and fails to suppress a moan when he’s finally given what he’s been pleading for, lips wrapping around his length and swallowing his dick in a pleasant, breathy heat.

Green pushes a little further, fingers sliding back and forth slightly on the base of Second's dick, and it just feels so good. There’s a tingling vibrating all over his body and it makes his legs feel weak. Green pulls back, enough so that he can kiss the slit, saliva glistening at the small area he had taken, before diving back in and taking more of the hollow head this time. Second's toes curl and he stutters out a quivering breath. The action is repeated several more times, tongue pushing up against the underside of Second's dick every time Green swallows more of him, his length twitching with need. Second can’t help the desperate, tiny jerks his hips makes, trying to hold back but needing so much more at the same time.

A small puff of hot air that Green releases through his nose lands on his length, until the hand massaging his base slips off and Second is taken to the hilt. A loud and long pathetic whine pushes past his lips, legs shaking, and he presses his hands to his mouth – needing something new to grab on to. When Green pulls back, he sucks, hard, cheeks hollowing, in a way that makes Second whimper and moan, little tears building in the corners of his eyes. A swear is muttered under his breath as Green does it again and again, and a hot coil is forming in his abdomen, feeling like it could burst at a moment’s notice.

His vision is starting to swim, hot air sticking to his skin, arousal forming in his belly at every sound of the slurp, slurp, slurp, the wet sounds reaching his ears but sounding almost like cotton. He squeezes his eyes shut as his heart slams against his chest. He can feel it in his ears as well, and moans at the feeling of Green's tongue pressing on him. Something in his belly is clenching and Second whimpers, “G-Green,” his hands are shaking, he’s getting so close, and it’s like the stick in between his legs and the overwhelming sensations on his dick are the only things that exist in the world. “Green,”

Before he could even attempt to stop himself, Second buries his hands into Green's hair, fingers tangling themselves in the soft locks and he yanks the stick forward, trembling thighs clenching around the sides of Green's head. A sound of surprise vibrates across his length, and his vision whitens out, the hot coil in his abdomen bursting and a white hot pleasure exploding within his body. Second comes with a sharp cry, balls clenching and dick throbbing, coating the insides of Green's mouth.

Second keeps the other held there, the stuttering of his hips coming to a slow stop, and, eventually, he manages to release the gasp that had been stuck in his throat. He takes a moment to bathe in the afterglow of his orgasm, until his eyes flutter open and he finally registers the gentle caressing of Green's hand on his hip, thumb making small, slow circles on his skin. Guilt shames his face, and though Second's fingers and thighs are still trembling, so hard, he manages to free the hair from his grasp and relax his muscles. He can’t help the small wince as Green slides back on his softening dick and releases it from his mouth with a wet pop.

Green shifts away, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth, which his lips is glistening with saliva and his cheeks are stained in a bright red.

“S-Sorry..” Second stammers, but Green simply smiles back, before his Adam’s apple bobs. Second's eyes go wide the moment he realizes that, oh, Green just swallowed his cum.

“Huh. Tastes sweeter than I was expecting.” Green comments, and Second avoids eye contact, face burning. The other stick stands from his kneeled position and approaches Second, hands pressing down on his sweaty shoulders and a knee is propped between his legs on the bed. “You did so well. So perfect.” Green praises, voice almost sickeningly sweet, and it makes Second a little ashamed to say that it makes his dick want to harden again. The hands on his shoulders start to push him down. Once Second is laid flat against the bed, the knee encourages his legs to spread wider, which Second does without having to be asked twice. He blushes at the smirk that pulls on Green's lips.

Second watches as Green then reaches to the side and grabs a small bottle of lube from the bedside table that he hadn’t noticed was there before.

A shudder runs down his spine at the realization that Green had prepared for this beforehand, and he wonders if that means Green really had expected Second to say yes.

The cap is flicked open and Green oozes the liquid over his fingers, spreading them around his digits, thoroughly, at a slow pace, before closing the lid and tossing the bottle somewhere on the bed. Green then bends down, knee nestled between the hollow head’s legs, resting a hand beside Second's head and dips his other one down. Second flinches out a gasp when something wet and cold presses against his twitching rim.

“You just lay there and look all pretty for me, okay, sweetheart? Let me take care of you.” Green almost purrs, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the crook of Second's neck, making him do a full-body shiver. A finger prods a little harder against his entrance, pulling a small whimper from the stick, until the tip of it manages to push past the tight ring.

It’s then that Second realizes that he’s already came. So if they’re going to have sex, he’s going to come again.

He isn’t sure if the feeling that flutters in his chest is nervousness, fear, or arousal. Maybe all of them.

The finger pushes further inside, steadily pushing past the first knuckle, and Second hisses at the burning sting, clenching around it. A soft, comforting kiss is pressed against his temple and Second pushes out a shaky gasp. “You’re doing great,” Green whispers into his ear, the hot breath ghosting his skin. Trembling hands grasp at Green's shirt once the finger pushes past the second knuckle, tears not yell fallen prickling his eyelashes.

“G-Green-” Second whimpers, feet shuffling on the sheets, and gasps when the finger reaches all the way inside. The movement of Green's hand pauses, and he presses more gentle kisses to Second's cheek, forehead, lips, anywhere he can get access to. It does help, making his muscles relax a little and helping evening out his breathing as Second tries to get through the sharp sting of the burn. As the minutes pass, his breathing has slowed to more shaky and shallow rather than sharp and fast like it had been. He’s getting used to the feeling in his ass.

“Tell me to stop if it gets too much.”

Is the only warning Second receives before the finger inside of him begins to move.

Second whimpers, walls clenching hard around the digit as it pulls back out to the first knuckle, and pushes in again. Despite the burn, the tingly feeling that makes the hollow head wiggle and squirm goes straight to his dick. “G-Green- ah-” Even with how hard he’s clenching; the lube makes it easy for Green to push through any resistance. It slicks his walls, pushing them apart, loud and gross wet squelching noises reaching Second's ears. He presses the back of his hand to his mouth.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” Green coos, and he presses another kiss to the stick’s forehead. Second screws his eyes shut, whimpers making themselves known from behind closed lips, but he tries to do as told. Tries to relax, muscles slowly loosening, which makes it easier for Green's finger to push inside. After a while, he has to admit, it’s starting to feel.. pretty nice. The way the finger drags sweetly on his walls, pressing down on them in an attempt to spread them out, filling him up and emptying him over and over again. Second swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth.

The finger begins to curl, almost as though it were searching for something. Second's eyes flutter back open and he gives Green a questioning glance.

His question dissolves before he could even get it out when Green finds whatever he had been looking for. Second's eyes go wide, a startled cry spilling from his lips as a burst of overwhelming, pure pleasure bursts within his body. It leaves his legs shaking in harsh jerks, going back to clenching, breath caught in his throat as he tries to piece his mind back together.

What was that? Second wonders, heart thumping like a rabbit in heat, until the spot is pressed into again and Second releases another yelp, mind going blank. His dick is throbbing by now, twitching with desperate need and feeling so unbearably hot. The tears that had built in his eyes fall once Green starts bullying that spot relentlessly. Second's back arches and he clutches at the sheets below him in a desperate manner. The hot coil in his abdomen is building fast, so fast, moaning and whines spilling from his mouth.

“G-Gree-ah! Ah- ah-hah- ple- ah!-”

Second sobs when another finger is inserted inside. He’s clenching so hard around Green's fingers, jaw having gone slack and it allows loud moans and whines to spill out. He’s shaking and grabbing the bed sheets, the pleasure so overwhelming but just so good that he can’t help but rock his hips back, searching for more. And Green gives him exactly that – he pummels into that sweet spot even harder, pressing down in a sort of one, two, three, rhythm and Second cries harder. He can already feel himself getting close, so, so close, hips grinding and rolling as he sobs. He’s growing desperate, balls clenching and dick throbbing so hard that it hurts, tears slipping down the sides of face and wetting the covers under his head. He doesn’t want the fingers to stop, filling him up so well and spreading his walls so wonderfully, straight into that sweet spot.

They curl one last time before Second's vision is gone, grasping at the sheets so hard that it leaves his knuckles going white and a high-pitched noise leaving him as he comes.

By the time his vision clears out, Green had pulled his fingers away, his other hand massaging gentle strokes through Second's hair. Fingers scratch at his scalp and it feels good, making the hollow head lean into it. He also now notices the cooling cum splattered on his stomach, and he grimaces a little at the uncomfortable feeling.

“You did great.” Green whispers, before pressing a long and soft kiss under Second's jaw. It makes the hollow head shudder, mind still reeling from the intense pleasure. Second releases a breathy, shaky exhale and lifts his trembling hand to wipe away his tears.

“F-Fuck..” Second whimpers, and Green smiles.

“Did it feel good?” He asks, and Second wastes no time in nodding. It felt more than good, it felt great. Is what he wants to say, but settles for something less instead.

“Y-Yeah, it was good.”

Green's hand wipes away the sweat-soaked hair from Second's forehead and presses a soft peck there. “I’m glad.” He says, before shifting away. Confusion wavers over Second's brain until he realizes that Green had moved to take off his shirt. Second then realizes that, this entire time, he has been completely naked whilst Green has been completely clothed. It gives him some sort of sense of a power difference, and his heart flutters at the idea.

Second is pulled out of his thoughts when Green pulls off his trousers and boxers, and his mouth falls agape at the sight.

It has certainly been a while since he’s seen Green naked, and, well, safe to say that he’s grown since. His cock is big, long and thick, and not to mention hard, pre-cum leaking from his slit. Now, Second isn’t small by any means, but he’s not very big either. But Green on the other hand? Well, he’s much bigger anyway.

“Oh, shit,” Second can’t help the swear from slipping out and Green shuffles in between his legs. The other stick releases a little chuckle as he settles down, making Second's heart flutter in a way that isn’t entirely sexual.

“I’m not that big.” He says, and Second blinks, quirking up an eyebrow.

“You’re gonna split me in fucking half.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

Green reaches for the bottle of lube he had tossed earlier and pours a generous amount into his palm, before tossing it again. Second's face flushes as he watches Green proceed to stroke himself, small grunts slipping past his lips as he coats his cock with the lube. Green moans, eyes blinking shut, cheeks dusting with a dark red. Second decides that, if he could, he would absolutely watch the stick jerk off all day. Though, Green does come to a stop and wipes his wet hand along the bed sheets, before resting his hands on Second's knees. Second shivers hard when he feels something hard and slick press against his hole.

It’s then that Second realizes two thing:

One, he’s actually about to be fucked by his best friend. His best friend is going to be the one who takes his virginity. This isn’t some dream or a daydream he’s conjured up in his mind – this is all real.

And, two, he’s already came twice now. Second guesses this is what Green had meant by ‘I’d like to do a little more’. He’s not sure if he can handle coming a third time, but he’s not about to tell Green that. Mostly in fear of losing the chance to have sex with the pretty stick. Forgive him, this might end up being a one-time thing, he can’t lose his chance!

Regardless, he can still feel his heart slamming against his chest, and swallows hard when Green leans down. He’s so close that he can feel the hot air tickle his face, and the stick’s arms rest by both sides of his head. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, you pretty little thing.” Green whispers into his ear, and Second almost whines, the arousal already going straight to his -at this point, slightly painful- dick. The prodding against his hole increases in pressure, and, eventually, the tip pushes past Second's rim.

The hollow head stutters out a sharp gasp before clenching his teeth. It’s already bigger than Green's fingers, and despite all the stretching, his hole still burns and stings.

Green works his way inside slowly, seemingly trying his best to be careful. The lube makes it easier for him to slide a section of his wet cock inside, before pulling back out until his tip is kissing Second's rim, and pushing even further inside. It makes Second groan, quivering at the way his hole is slowly but surely being filled up, the meat pushing hard against his walls and forcing him to make space inside. “S-Shit, you’re so hot..” Green says, eyes blinking closed. Second whines, long and loud, and he lifts his hands to grasp at Green's shoulders. He can’t help but linger his gaze on Green's face.

The stick is, inarguably, very pretty. Delicate but sharp features, skin as clear as day, long eyelashes that leaves him feeling a little jealous with a smile so ethereal that he could be mistaken for some sort of angel. Second eyes the way Green has his bottom lip captured between his teeth, eyebrows quirked together in a way that showcases the pure bliss on his face, sweat slipping down his face – probably from being hard for so long.

Second's jaw falls agape when Green, in one last thrust, hilts, hips pressing against his ass. Silent breathes slip from Second's mouth, and he’s never felt this filled before. The burn is almost.. pleasurable, in a nice, stinging way.

Green doesn’t move from his position. It allows Second the chance to get used to the new feeling, which he’s very grateful for. His fast panting starts to slow to long, deep breathes, shaking on every exhale. He can feel Green shift slightly every once in a while, clearly wanting to move but holding himself back.

The tears brimming Second's eyes never leave, and, after a while, Second starts to push out needy little whines and whimpers. Green has been stilled for too long and it’s getting to be annoying, so he tries to rock back on Green's cock. It feels- it feels nice, so nice, the large length grinding into his insides. The action makes the other stick release a laugh, though.

“So cute..” he comments, and Second gasps when Green shifts, cock sliding out, all the way to the tip, before pushing back in just as slowly. Second groans as his eyes roll up, hips twitching and legs trembling. It feel so good, the way Green's cock is pressing and dragging on his walls, filling him to the brim. The heat tingles all over his insides and it leaves his legs feeling weak.

Green falls into a rhythm. Hips rolling inside and pulling back out, over and over at such a nice, slow pace. The burning has faded into just pure pleasure, and, by now, his dick is once again throbbing hard against his stomach. Despite the throbbing growing into a more overwhelming pulsing and aching, he isn’t sure how he has anything left to give. He’s never came twice in such a short amount of time, never mind on his way to a third one. But it seems the logic doesn’t have a place in their little moment, as Second finds himself craving for more.

More of the heat that engulfs his insides, more of the sliding and dragging on his clenching and twitching walls, he just wants so much more. He especially wants more of the moans Green breathes into his ear, soft whines pulling on the edge of his voice. He can feel Green's legs twitching against him, and the careful rhythm the stick had been creating slowly begins to fall.

At some point, Green's pace quickens. It makes Second clutch tighter at his shoulders, fingers trembling and toes curling as his breathing goes ragged. Green begins to aim his thrusting, seemingly searching for something.

Second catches on to his intention too little too late, as Green presses into the same, far too sensitive, sweet spot.

Second cries out a sharp yelp, back arching and vision going out for just a few seconds.

He feels like he’s just been smashed face first into a ball of fire, the previous tingly pleasure now exploding all over his body, climbing up his spine.

It’s too much. Way, way too much.

Second's mouth opens, trying to get the words out, trying to beg for Green to please stop for a moment, but the words are stuck in his throat. Green thrusts into it again and a loud sob is dragged from Second's mouth, which ends in a high-pitched, dragged out moan. His nails dig into Green's flesh, desperate and frantic to pull his mind back together but it just falls back apart. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much that it feels so good and so bad, just so, so much all at the same time. He wants the stick to stop and wants him to keep going. The words build and die on his lips, every thrust and drag pulling moans and sobs from the hollow head.

Green presses his lips to Second's neck and, for a moment, Second believes it’s too help soothe him over. His vision almost goes out again when he feels canines digging into his flesh, the sharp sting vibrating all over his flesh. Though it doesn’t break the skin, and Green gives the sting a quick kitten-lick before biting again, and Second can feel the stick’s moans riveting into his flesh.

A hot coil is building fast in his belly. His dick is pulsating so much and so hard that it’s driving him crazy, and Second sobs again, finally managing to roll out some sense of coherent words that isn’t just straight up babbling.

“G-Gre-en- p-please-please- f-fuck-” He begs, words slurring, unsure of what he’s pleading for anymore. Green grinds into him, right into that sweet spot, and Second moans and cries and sobs loudly. He can hardly see anymore, tears filling up his vision so much that it’s all blurry.

It really doesn’t help when Green's arm shifts and reaches down, grasping Second's dick in his palm and begins to jerk him off.

Second's vision is swimming, his brain buzzing high and loud, senses slurring into each other, overwhelming sensations too much on his flesh but too little at the same time. The stroking, the drags, the wet sounds of slicking, it all feels so good on his dick. It’s throbbing and pulsing in Green's hand and Second can feel his belly clenching – he’s getting close.

“P-Please-” Second sobs, feeling something digging under his nails as he rakes them across Green's skin. “Please- f-fuck- oh fuck- ah- please- G-Green- plea-se-” His hips jerk up, searching for more and body reeling as he receives it.

“Nh-” Green's breath stutters, and he releases Second's flesh from his teeth. “Ah- shit- you’re doing so good, so well, sweetheart, S-Second, fuck,”

The moans that roll out of the stick’s mouth just makes everything feel so much better. It’s not long before Second tips over the edge, crying out loud and hard as he comes in Green's hand, cum spurting out and splattering all over his torso. Green is soon to follow, hips stuttering into the hollow head, who shivers at the flood of warmth that fills him up. Green keeps rocking, pushing more warmth into the other, and Second whines, almost begs, hands pushing on his shoulders until it comes to a slow stop.

Both sticks pant out harsh and heavy breathes, with Second letting out little sobs and cries.

His bones feel like jelly, hot tears slipping from his eyes and down the sides of his face. He tries to wipe his mouth, meeting with drool, but struggles to hold it up for very long before it drops beside his head. After what felt like hours, and after both of their breathing has somewhat evened out, Green shifts and begins to pull out of the hollow head. The dragging on his walls makes Second whine, but an immense relief floods over him when greens pulls out with a somewhat gross, slick pop. He then pulls himself off of Second and settles beside him.

Second grimaces with a shiver when he feels the hot liquid oozing out of him.

Second's breathing, whilst still ragged, starts to slow, growing heavier. His eyelids feel heavy, exhaustion warring over his body’s attempts to keep him awake. However, the edges of his vision starts to blur, and he slowly flutters his eyes shut.

“Ah-ah, not yet dude.” Green's voice takes him out of his drowsiness, only for a moment, feeling a light smacking on his cheek. Second casts him a small, tired glare.

He was just balls deep into the stick’s ass and now he’s calling him dude? There’s something wrong with him, Second swears.

However, Second's complaints fall short when he sees Green reach to the side and grab a bottle of water. An arm slides under his sweaty back and gently lifts him up; the bottle held to his lips and Second takes in greedy gulps. Perhaps a little too eager, but too desperate to wash away the dryness in his mouth. He can hear Green chuckling but he doesn’t care, too focused on the amazing feeling of fresh, cold water running down his throat. He whines when it’s pulled away, still trying to lick after it until it’s set back down on the bedside table. Green turns back to the stick and slips his other arm under Second's legs.

Second is lifted from the bed, and he winces a little, a burning sting growing in his ass, and his head rolls into Green's chest, too tired to try and keep it held up.

He’s taken out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, where Green sets him down into the bathtub. The surface is cold on his back and ass, causing the stick to flinch with a small hiss. The facet is turned on and warm water starts pouring in, flooding Second's body, and he relaxes the moment the warmth touches him, head leaning back. Green kneels down on the other side of the bathtub, right beside Second with a smile on his lips.

Second leans into the touch when he feels fingers running through his hair. It feels nice.

“You were so loud.” Green says, snickering, and pulls Second out of his relaxing. The hollow head shoots him another glare.

“Shut it. You made me come, like, a million times.”

“Three times.”

“Whatever.”

Green laughs again, his voice soft and gentle, though still sounding rather heavy and breathy. “It felt great though. You did so well.”

The blush that cascades over Second's cheeks is immediate. Green notices, much to Second's dismay, and quirks up an eyebrow. Second knows that look.

“Hm? You like that?” Green enquires and Second turns his head away, heart beginning to thump in his chest. “Oh, so you did, huh? Pretty boy.”

“Shut up.”

“What? Don’t like hearing about how good you were? How gorgeous you looked while so out of it and coming? How pretty you sounded begging and moaning?”

A shudder runs down Second's spine, and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from whimpering. “G-Green..”

Green laughs, pulling his hand away. “Alright, alright.”

Eventually, the water has risen up past Second's shoulders and Green turns the facet off. It feels nice to have his body entirely wrapped in a nice warmth, and it’s making him want to doze off again – that is, until he feels two fingers prodding at his hole. He flinches, a burning ache replying.

“Green?”

“Chillax, I need to get this stuff out of you.”

Confusion wavers over Second's brain, until the fingers spread his opening a little and he finally understands what Green had meant. He can feel the liquid inside of him slowly coming out, and while it does definitely feel pretty gross, it’s all that much more relieving at the same time.

After a long moment of silence, with the exception of soft breathing coming from the two, Second opens his mouth.

“It… that felt really good.”

Green's eyes cast over him, and his gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Green's lips tug into a small smile, and he looks away, blush filling his cheeks. “Soo..” He starts, turning back. “Would you.. you know, ever wanna do this again?”

Second blinks, and it takes a long moment for Green's words to make sense in his head. His heart starts to thump again, face sweating, and it isn’t from the warm water. “Like.. friends with benefits?”

“Yeah!”

The next feeling that overtakes Second's heart is a flutter, and he blushes, swallowing hard and casting his glance away. He can’t deny the way excitement bubbles up in his chest. “Uhm- Y-Yeah, sure, why not?”

Green brightens at that, smiling wide and flashing his white teeth. “Sweet!” He exclaims. “I knew you’d say yes!”

Second can’t help the way his eyes roll at the other’s statement, looking back over to him. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Well, one, it sounded like you were having the time of your life back there.” Green smirks, and Second blushes harder. “And two, I know you listen to me masturbate sometimes.”

The silence that fills the room is immediate.

The only sounds that are heard is the small sloshing of water, and Second almost forgets that he has fingers spreading his ass right now.

“Y-You… what..?” The stick manages to push out, voice no more than a squeak as his face goes bright red.

“Yeah, you need to be quieter when doing stuff like that.”

Second opens his mouth, before closing it, and opening it, and then closing it again.

He wants nothing more than for the ground beneath him to sink and swallow him up whole.

Green has known? That he’s been acting like a creep and listening to guy masturbate? Dear, god, he’s never going to live this down.

“W-Well..” Second stammers, the words almost catching in his throat, and he tries to come up with anything he could retort with. And then it pops into his head. “Well you still masturbate knowing I’m listening!”

Second smirks, pride filling his bones when he sees the smile drop from Green's face and this time it’s his turn to go bright red. And then his words settle in his head.

Oh.

Oh.

Green still masturbates knowing Second is listening.

That makes the both of them fall silent once again, wide eyes staring into one another. Eventually, however, Green releases a small laugh. “Fair.” He says, and hearing the confirmation that what he said was actually true come from the stick himself makes his brain feel a little dizzy.

He doesn’t even notice that he’s been cleared out until Green pulls his hand away, and then pops off the plug from the drain. It seems Green isn’t going to talk more on subject, which Second is more than happy to oblige by. Arms slide under Second's back and legs and he’s lifted again.

The hollow head shivers a little, the droplets clinging to his flesh starting to cool. They make their way back to the bedroom and Green is about to plop Second down on the bed, before pausing, a look of grimace on his face. Second lifts an eyebrow and follow’s Green's gaze, eyes resting on the cum stained sheets. Oh.

“I’ll.. have to out that in the wash.” Green sighs, before turning to the other bunk bed and he sets Second down on that.

Second sinks into the softness as it cradles around his body. It feels so nice, warmth flooding his back, and it almost felt like he were sitting on a cloud. His eyes flutter shut, a soft sigh pushing past his lips.

After some time, he feels the bed dip, pulling him out of his near state of unconsciousness. Blinking open his eyes, he sees Green joining him, before arms wrap around his still wet body. Second can feel Green's chin resting on top of his head, hands snaking to brush through his hair and massage his scalp.

“Shouldn’t we get changed?” Second asks after a moment, voice low and slow, exhaustion pulling on his tone. He feels a little worried at possibly being walked in on, naked, while hugging up to Green. Green, however, shrugs in response.

“Nah, later. The others will still be out for a while.”

Second doesn’t bother responding to that, instead closing his eyes again and he presses his forehead to Green's chest, breathing in a little. He’s not surprised when Green smells like sex.

It’s a bit of an arousing thought, but Second is simply too tired and it disappears just as fast as it came.

It’s not long before Second gives in to unconsciousness, and is relieved to finally receive he wanted before any of this happened.