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It’s been a few days, and Nathan and Pickles have developed a routine. As soon as everyone’s in their rooms, Nathan will take a drink from Pickles, usually meeting him in his room. But today is different. Nathan’s especially hungry today, for whatever reason. He meets Pickles, who already has his shirt off and his hair up. Can’t have any indication of what they’ve been doing. He stands up as soon as Nathan enters the room.
“Hey, Nathan.”
“Hey” He approaches, quickly.
“You’re eager today.” Pickles grins his lopsided grin.
“I’m starving.” He leans in, biting down quickly. Pickles grunts. Nathan laps at the wound, and once it heals, he bites again.
“Hey, be careful.” Nathan doesn't respond, licking up the blood. “Nate, don’t bite me again, I think I'll probably have to go to a medic if you do…” Nathan grunts in response, leaving the wound alone as it heals.
“You taste so f*ckin’ good.” Nathan whispers out
“You’ve been tellin’ me that” Pickles looks up at him, face red.
“You’re really red.”
“I am?” He looks to his mirror, seeing just how red he is. “Damn…”
“Don’t tell me you’re actually into this.” Nathan grins.
“I think I am…” Pickles says, ashamed.
“Don’t feel bad about it. I, uh… Me, too.” Nathan rubs the back of his neck. Pickles reddens more.
“Wait, really?” He looks back at Nathan, whos cheeks are flushed red.
“You, uh…y’know, wanna take it further?” Nathan mumbles out.
“Seriously? I thought you were straight.” Pickles grins.
“We don't have to-”
Pickles cuts him off. “No, I mean…I want it. I just wanna make sure you’re cool with it, is all.”
“I’m ok with it.”
“Alright.” Pickles sits on the edge of the bed.
Nathan shoves him into laying down, and Pickles scoots back, allowing him to sit down. He sits between Pickles’ legs, stretching them farther open than expected. Nathan’s gotten bigger. Pickles looks up at him, face bright red. Nathan leans down, kissing him roughly, teeth clanking together. Pickles wraps his arms around Nathan’s neck. Nathan pulls away, grinning. He moves a hand down to Pickles’ pants, the other arm holding himself up. He unbuttons his pants, pulling them off. “You aren't hard. That’s surprising”
“Dude, I don't have a dick.”
“What?”
“I’m trans. I thought you knew that.” Pickles says, nonchalantly.
“I just thought you had some surgeries on your ribs, or something.”
“Nathan, you’re a dumbass.” He pulls him back down into a kiss. Nathan pulls off Pickles’ underwear. He’s got a surprising amount of curly red hair down there.
“Wow.”
“Like what you see?”
“Yeah.” Nathan gets off the bed, kneeling down in front of Pickles. Pickles scoots forward, allowing him access. Nathan looks up at Pickles, who’s grinning.
“Go ahead.” Nathan gets to work, licking up his hole. Pickles gasps. “Holy sh*t, atta boy…” He moves up to his cl*t, sucking on it. Pickles whimpers, placing a hand on the back of Nathans head. “Hah, that's… Keep- doin’ that!” Nathan continues, focusing all of his attention on Pickles’ cl*t. He tastes nasty, but amazing at the same time. His scent is overwhelmingly good. Eventually, Nathan pulls himself away from Pickles’ crotch, drool and slick coating his chin. Pickles pants, looking down at him.
“How’d that feel?” Nathan wipes his face off with the bottom of his shirt.
“f*ckin’ great, dude…”
“Good” He stands back up, scooting Pickles back and sitting between his legs once again. His eyes are drawn to his scars. “You’re… Really attractive.”
“Thanks” He grins. Nathan runs a finger over one of the scars. He snaps out of his body worshipping trance and starts to undo his own pants, pulling out his larger-than-average co*ck. “You’re pretty big. Probably because of the fact you're all around just… Bigger.” Nathan nods.
“Think you can take me?”
“Probably. I’ve taken more than this before.” Pickles is staring
“You’ve been with other guys?”
“Yeah, back when I was with Snakes ‘n Barrels.” Pickles looks up at Nathan, gauging his reaction. Nathan lets out a ‘hm’. He lines himself up with Pickles and slowly, slowly inserts himself. Pickles groans, grabbing onto Nathan’s large arm. “Holy sh*t, you feel bigger than you look…f*ck…” Pickles covers his face, panting.
“So tight…”
“Nah, you’re just huge…” Pickles peeks between his fingers, staring up at Nathan. Nathan doesn’t move, basking in the feeling. “C’mon, dude, don’t just sit there…f*ck me…” He whispers out. Nathan slowly starts to thrust. Pickles gasps. “Yeah, that’s it…Good boy…”
“f*ck, you feel so good…” Nathan mumbles out, starting to speed up.
“Y-Yeah? How good?”
“So f*ckin’ good” He leans down, resting his forehead on Pickles’ shoulder. This position is stretching Pickles hips far past what is comfortable, but he barely notices. He’s paying all of his attention to how Nathan feels inside him.
“Atta boy, keep goin’...S-Such a good boy…” Pickles grabs a handful of Nathan’s hair and yanks, a groan escaping Nathan. “Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it?” Nathan nods, grunting as he f*cks him at a steady pace. “Tell me how much you love this.”
“So much… f*ck, you feel great…” He nips at Pickles’ neck, who lets out a soft grunt. “Now, shut up ‘n let me f*ck you.”
“Hnn, n-nah, you’ve gotta make me.” Nathan kisses him, grabbing the back of his thigh and pressing his leg back. Pickles gasps loudly, hands scrabbling on Nathans back. He’s hit the spot, and god, it feels great. “f*ck yeah, just like that!” He cries out. Nathan grins, f*cking him faster. Nathan groans, head against Pickles' chest. “Ngh, f*ck, c-cum for mommy…”
“Don’t call yourself that, it’s weird.” Nathan pants out.
Pickles chuckles. “It was worth a shot… f*ck, please go faster…” Nathan obliges, and Pickles cries out. He feels amazing.
His whole body tenses as he c*ms. Nathan’s not done, though, f*cking him through his org*sm. Pickles whimpers loudly as he’s ravished. “Yeah, g-good boy…So f*ckin’ good…”
Nathan growls as he c*ms, sinking himself deep into Pickles. Pickles moans softly. Nathan releases his leg, laying atop him. They stay like this for a moment before Nathan speaks.
“You’re not gonna…y’know.”
“What, get pregnant? Nah.” Pickles runs his finger along his hysterectomy scar. “Mind if I sit up?”
“Go ahead.” Nathan gets up off of him, sitting on the edge of the bed. He watches the cum dribble from Pickles. “That’s kinda hot.”
“Yeah. Feels weird, though.” He quickly gets dressed. Nathan puts his co*ck away, then lays down. Pickles climbs in next to him, cuddling up against his chest. “You’re comfortable”
“Thanks.” He protectively wraps an arm around Pickles.
They stay like this for a while before Nathan speaks. “Wanna… Do that again sometime?” Pickles sleepily nods. “Cool.”
Soon, Pickles falls asleep, and Nathan also does soon after.
