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"C'mon bro! It ain't that big a deal!"
"Just fuckin' drop it! I don't wanna talk about dis no mo'."
"I ain't gonna drop it! You's obviously pissed at me! So just tell me what ya Arc-damn problem is!"
"I ain't mad... I just... don't wanna talk to you right now, a'ight?"
"That's a load of Tauros shit and you know it!"
Finally, the Team Skull Grunt turned on his heel to get in the other grunt's face. They've been arguing back and forth like this for nearly half an hour and he's getting real sick of it.
"I. Said. Drop it," B. warned in a deep voice.
That stupid, fuckin' Castelia haole didn't even budge an inch.
"Not until ya tell me why ya so pissed!" A. retorted.
"Don't do dis, A..."
Instead of backing down, the grunt got even closer, their faces now barely two inches from each other.
"The fuck's yo' problem B? You fuckin' jealous or some'in?"
B. ground his teeth and clenched his fist at his side.
No.
He ain't about to get in another fight over some stupid shit.
Without saying anything, the Alolan turned and began to walk away.
"Oi! Māhū! I'm fuckin' talkin' to you!"
The Alolan continued walking but A. ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn back around.
Before B. could tell him to kindly fuck off, the Unovan clocked him hard in the jaw.
"What te FUCK, brah!" B. spat as he wiped the blood from his mouth.
"Dis EXACTLY why I don't talk to you 'bout shit!"
"Fight me!" A. shouted, his expression a mixture of fury and hurt.
"I ain't fightin' nobody! Just leave me alone!"
A. tackled the other grunt to the ground. They both struggled but, like he said, B. refused to throw a single punch, even when the other purposefully gave him an opening. And then another. And another.
With a growl of frustration, A. pinned the man to the ground and roared, "FIGHT BACK YOU COWARD!"
The Alolan just laid there. Sadness... confusion... hurt... so many emotions were clearly visible behind the man's gray eyes.
But none of them were anger.
"No."
Arceus, why does this fill A. with so much fuckin' rage! The guy's obviously upset but if he won't talk about it the least he could do is give A. a black eye so they can call it (whatever "it" is) even!
But, no! He won't even do that! Fuckin' selfish prick!
A. went to throw a solid right hook to B's jaw but someone caught his arm before he could make contact and twisted it behind his back.
B. took the opportunity to free himself and get to his feet. His face paled as it dawned on him that the Boss had to break them up again.
"My office," Guzma commanded in a low voice at B. as he continued to restrain the other grunt.
However, B. was frozen in place.
Everyone in Team Skull knows that Guzma would never lay a hand on his kids. But the thing is... at twenty and twenty-one years old, he and A. ain't exactly kids no more.
"NOW!"
The grunt swiftly fled up the stairs.
"C'mon Boss! Let go!" A. spat, still struggling against the hold on his wrist.
He immediately stiffened up, swallowing a hard lump in his throat as Guzma tightened his grip and leaned down to growl in his ear:
"My office. Three minutes. Don't. Make. Me. Wait."
He finally let the young man go and started up the stairs without looking back.
When the boss got to his room, B. tried to say something but Guzma held his finger up to him. B. watched nervously as he walked over to a cabinet at the side of the room and pulled out a bottle of some kind of cheap wine. He looked at the label for a moment, then pulled the cork out between his teeth and spat it out in a random direction.
B. tried to speak again:
"Boss I-"
But Guzma held up his finger again and then chugged a good quarter of the bottle. He swiped his fist over his mouth and walked over to the grunt. He pulled his mask down and noted the split lip A. gave him.
B supposed it must not look too bad because Guzma just grunted to himself and then walked over to settle in his chair.
The grunt decided to just keep his mouth shut for now, figuring Guzma will let him know when he wants him to speak.
Just moments later, A. walked into the room with his hands buried in the pockets of his shorts and his bandana pulled up over his face. He still looks pissed as hell but he also showed a little bit of that apprehension they all get after being called into the Boss' office.
A. and B. stood there silently, not looking at each other as Guzma took another long drink before finally setting the bottle aside.
He looked between them both and calmly stated, "What happened?"
The two instantly began trying to shout and talk over one another until Guzma interrupted them by slamming his fist down onto the arm of the chair with a loud FWUMP that echoed through the room.
"One. At. A. Time," he warned them through his teeth.
"This is all A's fault!" B. blurted out before the other could interrupt him again, "It's my first day off in twelve days and he promised we could hang! Den te faka flakes on me to go scrape some lolo haole!"
A. crossed his arms and spat back, "Well sorry for finding the company of a ten outta ten, big titted babe more appealing than hangin' out with your sorry ass!"
"Whatevuh happened to bros before hoes? Besides, you have yaself a different girl every uddah day o' te week! Ya couldn't spare one Arc-damn aftuhnoon for a bruddah!?"
"I don't get why it's such a big deal! And who I fuck is none of your Tapu-fucking business!"
"It is my Tapu-fucking business when I'm always the one havin' to pick up te fuckin' pieces when you come cryin' t'me dat some tita went and broke yo heart again!"
This goes on for some time. Guzma wasn't listening too intently because this is the same song and dance as always between the two. He's mainly just there to make sure they don't break out into a fight again.
After several minutes, the arguing seems to have started going in circles and A. and B. are either too stupid or too stubborn to break themselves out of it (let alone recognize the fact they've got themselves in an infinite loop).
This is usually the part where Guzma has Plums take over for him. He can only handle so much of listening to them whine and moan at each other about how they never make enough time for one another and how (to anyone but themselves) unequivocally jealous they get whenever one finds some new side piece.
Unfortunately, Plumeria's not back from work. Which can only mean that Guzma has to deal with this Tauros shit himself. Which in turn means he's about to do something terribly stupid.
"Aaron! Blake! Shut the fuck up!" Guzma roared with his hands pressed to his temples in attempt to stay his oncoming migraine.
The young men sobered up real quick upon hearing their full names. They turned silently to their boss, fear and regret behind their eyes. They have no idea what they're in for.
Guzma dragged his hands down his face.
"Wouldja just fuckin' kiss already!?"
When both grunts said nothing, Guzma raised his brow and scoffed, "What!? I gotta spell it out for ya?"
They looked at each other and then back at him.
"Oh for the love of..."
Guzma pinched the bridge of his nose and then barked, clapping his hands as he said each word, "Y'all need to bone!"
They continued to stare at him blankly.
Guzma's bottom eyelid twitched.
"Fuck! Bang! Plow! Shag! Bump uglies! Get it on! Go t'town! Skeet skeet on da beat 'til ya can't stand on yo own two feet! I don't fuckin' care what ya call it!"
He got up and paced back and forth a few times while muttering to himself and tugging at his rain soaked hair. He eventually stopped in front of them and continued emphatically, "I have had to sit idly by and watch you two idiots pine over each other for the last five FUCKIN' years and I'm SICK OF IT!"
Again, the grunts were speechless but were now both turning matching shades of crimson.
Guzma rubbed his eyes and stepped closer into the grunts' personal bubbles. He leaned way down into A's face and shoved a finger at his chest.
"You!" he growled, "Your tough guy attitude and impulsive need to fuck every chick within a twenty mile radius stems from years of internalized homophobia such that you're convinced havin' sex with girls will make your intrusive, and undeniably homosexual, thoughts magically go away! And you!" -he turned to B. this time- "You've been incredibly gay and stupidly in love with this numbskull- Arceus knows why- for as long as you can fuckin' remember but you're too much of an Arc-damn coward t'just grow a pair and do anything 'bout it 'cuz you're so fuckin' afraid you's gon' somehow fuck up your friendship!"
Guzma stepped back, panting heavily from his sudden rant.
After a beat of deafening silence, A. was the first to speak up, exuding a false confidence since his bandana covered his flustered expression.
"Yo! Th-that's crazy talk Boss! B, you don't-"
The unmasked grunt had turned away from him and nervously chewed at his knuckle.
"Wait..." A. said quietly, "f-for real?"
B. nodded without turning around.
"C'mon guys this ain't funny! You can't go playin' a brother like this!"
That's it.
B. just can't fucking do this anymore.
Something snapped in his brain. He immediately spun around and lifted the other grunt several inches into the air by the front of his tank.
He stared right into the man's dark brown eyes and shouted:
"No one's playin' witchu, you beautiful, oblivious faka!"
He ripped A's bandana off with his teeth, spitting it off to the side, and kissed him hard.
Almost reflexively, A. threw his arms around his friend and hungrily devoured the other's mouth in a fit of repressed passion, all while they both grabbed for purchase anywhere and everywhere at each other.
Little did they know, Guzma meanwhile had wandered to the side of the room to a dresser where he pulled out a small black box and a small bottle of something.
He chucked them at the grunts, beaming each of them in the side of the head.
A. picked up the box and B. picked up the bottle. They momentarily shared looks of confusion before it sunk in what exactly their boss had given them.
A. got a look of devilish excitement on his face.
Poor B. looked absolutely mortified.
Guzma raised his eyebrow and said, "Y'all know I don't like to repeat myself."
A. grabbed B. by his wrist and started tugging him toward the door.
"Thanks Boss you're the best I love you and you're the greatest thank you so much this is the best day ever you have no idea I am forever grateful thanks again I..."
His voice trailed off since he was shouting over his shoulder while continuing to drag the other grunt out the door and down the stairs.
Guzma heard a door slam somewhere.
He went to his chair and plopped down. The exhausted boss leaned his head back against the purple upholstery, letting out a long sigh.
"Fuckin' numbskulls..."
~~~
"Whaddya mean you're a top?!"
The Unovan grunt had his back pressed against the door where the other had him caged in by his unfairly muscular arms. The former's eyes were wide, not with fear but with a little bit of surprise and a whole lot of anxiety.
B. smirked at him and chuckled darkly. He brushed his thumb down over A's bottom lip, which was already pleasantly wet and swollen from their furious and desperate kissing.
"You scared, city boy?"
Despite his attempts to ignore it, that sinful voice sent a shiver down A's spine.
Arceus almighty, A. swears the other grunt was acting all timid and nervous just five minutes ago. What the hell happened?
"No! I ain't s-scared!" he tried to argue, concentrating extra hard to make sure his voice doesn't convey his nerves, "I just...! I don't...! I never...!"
B. suddenly shoved his knee between the other's legs, pressing his thick thigh against the grunt's clothed erection.
"Ya tryna tell me you ain't nevuh received?" the Alolan asked cheekily, "All dem slutty chicks ya dated and not one had no strap?"
A. blushed furiously.
Again, his friend is acting so smug and confident. It's so unlike him! But, he can't honestly say he doesn't like it.
Back in the boss' room, his heart nearly busted out of his chest when B. suddenly grabbed him and smashed their lips together. Actually, now that he thinks about it, his heart wasn't the only organ to almost bust out of somewhere when that happened...
Dear Arceus this whole scenario is both a dream come true and a horrible nightmare.
Why is he so fucking turned on from being teased and bossed around by his usually docile friend?!
Meanwhile, B. wrapped an arm around the grunt's slim waist and leaned forward, pressing their torsos flush with one another. A. had stripped his shirt mere minutes ago, but the other was still fully clothed and his skull medallion felt freezing cold pressed against his heated skin.
B. grinned slyly again and lifted the index finger of his free hand to tap the tip of A's nose playfully.
"Not even one fingah?" he sneered.
"N-no! Of course not!" A. retorted haughtily, as if he wasn't mindlessly grinding himself against the other's leg.
"I wouldn't like it, s-so why would I bother?!"
"Now, how could ya possibly know dat wit'out tryin'?"
A. just turned his head off to the side and crossed his arms.
He eventually revealed, "I just don't get it, ya dig? It don't make no sense t'me! How could that possibly feel good?"
"Fo' real? I really gotta explain what a prostate do?" B. deadpanned.
"No you idiot! I know how it's s'pose t'work, I just... don't get it. Like..."
The grunt rapped his fingers on his forearm as he unjumbled his thoughts.
"Things ain't meant to go up there! How could it feel like anything except a 'reverse shit'?!"
B. wanted to roll his eyes so fuckin' badly but he refrained. Of course he had to fall in love with the dumbest lolo in Alola...
Oh well, he supposes it can't be helped.
"Is dat really what it is, hoalola?" he asked a little more gently, "Ya ain't afraid of gettin' hurt? I remembah how miserable you was when ya got dat ass bleedin' disease..."
"It's called colitis you asshole, and no that don't got nothin' to do with it!"
At least... he doesn't think it has anything to do with it...
Right?
"I remembah ya said it was the worse pain ya evuh felt... ya got real sick back den... and it made ya all depressed an' shit..." B. said in an even gentler, more thoughtful tone.
A. had to look away from the worry in his friend's eyes.
He can't believe B. remembers all that... it was only a few years ago but still... it's really... sweet.
Before he had a chance to unpack all that any further, B. had carefully taken A's face in his hands and kissed him tenderly. It was so soft... and warm... nothing like the desperate macking they've exchanged so far.
B. only pulled away so he could press his forehead lovingly to his friend's.
"Aaron. Listen my words," he murmured, "I ain't nevuh evuh gon' make ya do nuhtin' ya don't wanna. And I won't nevuh hurt you. As Bulu is my witness."
A. swallowed hard.
"Bro... don't go sayin' shit like that... S'embarrassing..." he murmured.
"Gotta make sure my intentions are clear," he purred as he traipsed his hands down the other's body to firmly grasp that perfect ass he's been fantasizing about getting his hands on for the past several years.
Gently kneading into the meat of his glutes, the grunt subtly facilitated the other's frottage against his thigh.
A. choked back a whimper at the added friction.
"I ain't gonna make ya do nuhtin' ya don't want," he reiterated. "Just lemme plead m'case, eh?"
"Y-yeah- ah!- fine, whatever..."
It was becoming harder and harder to hide the want in his voice and that only seemed to encouraged his friend's actively inflating ego.
"You ain't nevuh been wit a guy. Dat means, for once in our lives, I got da uppah hand. I'm the one wit experience here. It's only natural I take te lead, don'tchya tink?"
A. just pursed his lips and shrugged noncommittally.
"Also, unlike you, I done it bote ways and, lemme tell ya baby, I can say from first-hand experience dat it might not make much sense now but it, in fact, feels real fuckin' good."
"Th-then why can't I top? Since... since you know y-you'll like it..." A. offered, head foggy and no longer able to keep his soft sounds of pleasure to himself (much to B's excitement).
The Alolan leaned forward and nipped at his friend's earlobe while chuckling, "Because I also know dat I get off on givin' pleasure like ya wouldn't believe!"
He punctuated his point by forcing A's hips harder against himself.
"Bein' able t'make 'em squirm and writhe and beg fo' mo' wit'out even touchin' their dick? Fuck babe... it's the biggest turn on."
A. can get behind that sentiment... or at least he could if his brain wasn't turned to oatmeal in that moment.
"So, whaddya say? If ya ain't feelin' it or ya wanna stop at any point you can just say te word. But baby..."
He paused to kiss him again.
"I wanna make you feel good so fuckin' badly. Will ya gimme the greenlight?"
The grunt against the door's heart is pounding so hard. There's no way B. can't feel it with their chests still pressed together.
His thoughts were running a mile a minute as he tried to process everything that's happened.
The truth is, not that he would tell B. in this moment, that there's always been a part of him that wanted to try it. Of course, he adamantly suppressed this feeling because that didn't fit into his tough guy, manly persona.
A couple of the girls he's been with offered to try stuff with him but he always declined.
He never dated any of them for long enough to get the nerve to say yes. It's not that he was afraid, he just... he doesn't trust like that!
But... this ain't just some pretty face he picked up at the beach 'cuz he was bored and horny.
This is B. His homie. His bro.
They love to rag on each other but, at the end of the day, he would trust the man with his life. And he knows the other would do the same.
Compared to that... this sort of thing almost seems trivial.
Barely audibly, he finally said, "Ok. Only 'cuz it's you."
Just when B. thought his ego couldn't get any bigger....
Seeing the sudden predatory look in his friend's eye, A. added, "But if I say stop, you's better get the fuck off or I will never forgive you! A-and I wanna top next round- mmph!"
B. cut him off by lifting him into his arms and kissing him again.
"Whatevuh you want, city boy."
He carried A. over to the bed and kissed him deeply as he laid him back.
A. kept his arms wrapped around B's neck as they wrestled their tongues for control. The latter steadies himself on the bed with one hand and trailed down A's body with the other. He grazed his nails lightly over the Unovan's stomach, causing his breath to hitch.
"You always been such a skinny ting..." he murmured against A's lips.
The two of them have always been about the same height and build, but A. and his 'yungoos metabolism' was never able to put on much weight. He's lean and muscular but looks positively scrawny next to B. The Alolan looks much bulkier the way his body holds his weight and muscle. Despite this, they can both lift the same amount of weight.
This is a proven fact since they're constantly challenging each other to stupid shit to see who's better/faster/stronger/etc.
A. opted to shut him up by forcing him back down into a kiss instead of arguing.
He buried his fingers into the man's thick, wavy hair and knocked they're teeth together, gladly swallowing up any amused sounds the other tried to utter.
Eventually, B. pulled away to trail kisses down his friend's neck and chest before latching onto a nipple.
A. arched his back on reflex and grabbed fistfuls of the other's hair as the man lightly nibbled and tugged at the small bud.
"Sweet Tapus, you make some of the prettiest sounds," B. teased, looking up into A's glassy eyes.
He returned to his previous ministrations and A. grumbled, "It's... mm... your fault, jackass... By the way, y-you's...ah! sure takin' yo sweet-ass time... I thought- shi-it!- ya wanted t'fuck me..."
The Alolan lifted himself up to better look at the man beneath him.
A. felt his dick twitch when he saw the dangerous glint in the other's eye.
"Oh, baby-doll, I don't tink you quite undah-stand," he began in a low voice that sent wave after wave of want surging through the other's body, "I have waited so very long to get my hands on you."
As he said this, he slid his open palm down A's torso until he was low enough to grab the aching cock through his shorts.
The man gasped and whimpered as B. pumped him a few times with an iron grip.
"I'm gonna make this last."
He slid his hand back up to thumb over A's neglected nipple while kissing down his chest. When he reached his navel, he dipped his tongue into the indentation and received a surprised gasp in return. His free hand glided down the curve of A's side to grab firmly onto his hip.
A. tightened his grip in his friend's hair as he tried desperately not to moan too outwardly.
B's not even touching his cock, he shouldn't be getting so worked up over this! However, he's never had a partner take control and worship his body like this... he doesn't think he's ever been this painfully hard and turned on before. Arceus it's awful! But also amazing... Can it be both?
A sharp whistle got his attention and A. blushed furiously when he looked down and saw B. had stripped him of his shorts.
The man smirked at him from behind the throbbing cock obediently standing at attention.
"I didn't know ya liked goin' commando," he growled playfully.
"I... gotta do laundry..." he muttered honestly.
B. finished pulling the shorts all the way off and tossed them aside. He sat back on his heels to take in the delectable sight below him.
"Bro... quit lookin' at me like that..."
Not sure what to do with his hands now that B. was out of reach (and still fully clothed), he tried to cover his crotch. This just made the man above him chuckle in amusement.
"Tapu Bulu, you're precious."
He gently took the other's hands and led them to hold near the back of his knees and spread his legs.
"Fuck, you look good like dis. Kinda wanna take a picture. Ya know... for posterity."
A brief moment passed, and A. mumbled, "...ok..."
The cocky smirk fell from B's face.
"Wait... What?"
"Y-you can take a picture..."
A. turned away and visibly swallowed.
"If ya want..."
The other grunt blinked dumbstruck for a moment. Then he frantically scoured the interior of his pockets to find his phone. In his frenzy to find his Arc-damn phone (Seriously?! Where's his Arc-damn phone?!?!) he tumbled backwards off the foot of the bed with a loud thud!
He popped back up just as quickly, holding the device up proudly.
With the dorkiest smile imaginable on his face, he chuckled nervously and announced, "Found it! I uhh... guess I dropped it earlier..."
A. looked off to the side and smiled to himself.
This is much more like the big, dopey nerd he knows his best friend to be.
"Tapu Bulu! Dis so cute! Ya actually smiling!" B. squealed with stars in his eyes. He was looking down at the photo he took while the other was distracted.
"I'mma set dis as my wallpapah."
"Do NOT," A. growled.
"We can discuss dat laydah."
He tossed the phone over his shoulder. (What's one more crack on an already shattered screen?) He crossed his arms in front of him and grabbed the hem of his tank.
A. watched as the man removed the garment and tossed it aside.
This isn't the first time he's seen the large Team Skull tattoo on his pec nor the silver bars through his nipples but it sure seems to hit different this time.
And it's a good hit for sure.
B. made a show of flexing his arms and chest as he ran his hands down his front, pausing only momentarily to tease at his own nipples.
"Fuck..." the prone grunt murmured breathlessly.
The Alola smirked down at him and winked while internally screaming because this adorable lil haole is constantly making his ego grow bigger, his dick get harder, and his heart beat faster.
He leaned back down and motioned for A. to let go of his legs. B. then laid down on his stomach and ran his hands along his friend's thighs, which were now resting on either of his shoulders.
Turning his head, he gently kissed and mouthed at the man's inner thigh.
After turning to give the other thigh the same treatment, an adorably high pitched, whine escaped A's throat.
Glancing up, B. smiled to himself when he realized his friend was clutching white-knuckled at a pillow over his eyes.
Resting his cheek to the man's thigh, he sang, "Howzit goin', brah? Ya good?"
A. nodded, but didn't uncover his face.
"Why ya hidin' from me?" he continued to croon.
"I'm not... I... I just... seein' yous down there like that... it's... it's doin' things t'me bro..."
"'Good' tings, I should hope."
"That and... ya keep teasin' me with all this soft, foreplay, lovey-dovey shit... just... just fuckin' blow me already!" he lamented pathetically.
B. clicked his tongue and chuckled to himself as he slid a hand to grab tight at the base of A's cock.
He slid down so that only his thumb and forefinger were around him and flattened the rest of his hand out so he could use his other fingers to scratch and play with A's black curls.
He slowly tightened and loosened his grip around the base, eliciting cute little whimpers from the man beneath him.
"Is dat whatchu want baby? Ya want dis mout?"
The man nodded without removing the pillow from his eyes.
"C'mon, brah, I ain't gon' do it 'less ya look at me."
A. just whined in response.
"Aaron. Look at me," he purred in way that was both playful and authoritative.
The grunt finally let the pillow drop from his eyes although he was still hugging it tightly with it covering his nose and mouth.
Close enough, B. thought to himself.
Without breaking eye contact, he softly kissed the head and then laved his tongue against the slit to lick up all of the pre he's been leaking.
Needless to say, this made A. keen and curse into the pillow over his mouth.
Hmm...
Something's gonna need to done about that eventually.
For now, the Alolan licked and mouthed along the other grunt's shaft. When he made his way back up, trailing kisses as he went, he pressed his lips to the tip and slowly sunk down so he just barely covered the head.
He gently tongued at the soft flesh and pulsed a tight suction around him.
A. uttered muffled moans and whines. It felt so fucking good... Arceus, you would've thought the guy never had a blow job before the way this simple teasing made him gasp and writhe.
And fuck man, those hungry, gray eyes staring up at him? Well, if he wasn't being such a coward right now, he'd tell his friend how fucking hot he looks.
Instead, he took a hand off the pillow and tangled his fingers in B's hair. The man hummed approvingly in response and the vibrations had A. inadvertantly bucking up into his mouth.
Despite this, B. kept his hips firmly in place and prevented him from pushing him down further than the head of his cock.
Why's he being so fucking difficult?! A's going to lose his Arc-damn mind if B. keeps teasing him like this!
He tried forcing his head down a couple more times before finally giving up and grabbing his hair with both hands to get more leverage.
"Oh, f-UCK!"
B. finally took the entire length in his mouth and it felt so hot and wet and fucking fantastic, A. couldn't help but yell out.
However, he was a bit shocked at how loud he sounded until he realized that as soon as he took his hand off the pillow, B. tugged it away and tossed it to the floor.
"You's... an... asshole..." he panted.
B. just shrugged innocently and then pulled off of him with an agonizing slowness that had the other grunt seeing stars.
He slapped the head against his tongue several times after pulling all the way off and then grinned dangerously up at A.
"Wanna fuck my face, city boy?"
Without hesitation, the Unovan tightened his grip and began rolling his hips up into the intoxicating, wet heat of the other's mouth.
Eventually he started pressing down on B's head in time with his thrusts because holy fuck it feels amazing. Unfortunately, his hips were quickly pinned down and B pulled back and coughed while tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
He coughed just a bit more and then cautiously looked back up at A.
"Sorry... sorry... I got a lil over confident dere..." he murmured, face blushing, "I'm... I ain't great at deep throatin' yet... can ya try go easy on a bruddah?"
Fuck dude, he's so cute when he's all demure like that.
B, of course, feels like an idiot now.
Sure he's more experienced when it comes to being with guys but he's only dated three guys and he's only slept with two of them...
"Bro, it's cool."
A's voice was surprisingly gentle as he grabbed the Alolan's hand and guided it so his whole fist wrapped around the man's still throbbing cock.
"Keep ya hand like that so I don't accidentally thrust too far, a'ight?"
He took B's other hand and guided it to his hip.
"If it's too much, just give me a couple taps. Shoots?"
"Shoots."
A. slid his fingers back into the man's thick mop and scratched his scalp tenderly before grabbing his hair at the root once more.
"Ready?"
When he gave him the go ahead, A. returned to fucking the other man's face with renewed enthusiasm.
Obviously enjoying himself, he gazed down at B. with his hooded eyes as he bit his lip to help hold in his moans and curses with little success.
"Ya know what?" he began through gritted teeth as he continued to mercilessly buck up into his friend's mouth, "I've always thought ya had some nice DSL on ya-"
He paused for a moment to cry out something between a moan and a growl.
Whatever it is you want to call it, the noise went straight to B's already aching dick.
"Turns out I was damn right," he finally concluded.
Fuck dude, he's getting so close.
A. reluctantly slowed his thrusts since he knew there was no way in hell he was going to last at this rate.
Just as he was loosening his hold on B's hair, the man gripped his cock impossibly tighter.
He started bobbing up and down while working his wrist in time with a twisting motion that just fucking destroyed any and all coherency to A's current thought process.
Maybe all them superstitions about the Po are right... 'cuz A's pretty sure this man be sucking his whole damn soul straight out him through his Arc-damn dick right now.
"I'm... b-bro fuck I'm gonna-"
Just as he felt A. tighten up in his hand, B. pulled off but continued pumping him. The grunt came with an unrestrained (although not necessarily unabashed) shout followed by a series of quiet, breathless pleas of, "Shit shit shit shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck shit-"
B. kept his mouth open and felt the man's cum hit the roof of his mouth with an impressive amount of force. Sweet Tapu Bulu, that shit's fuckin' hot... It might've even made him lightheaded for just a moment.
A few more strands of cum painted his face while he continued working A. through his orgasm.
He eventually slowed his strokes, watching as he milked out every last bead of semen until finally letting go and running his hand up his friend's stomach.
"Why..." A. panted, "Why'd you... I thought... I thought you wanted to..."
B. chuckled quietly to himself.
"Yo' fuckin' cute, ya know dat?" he told him.
The Alolan wiped a bit of cum off his cheek and made a show of swiping it onto his tongue.
He then sat up on his knees and stretched with one arm in the air to one side and then the other, flexing his muscles as he did so.
"Didja really tink, dat was it?"
A's gaze follow his friend's hand as it ran down his own stomach toward the painfully obvious erection in his shorts.
"Sweet lil city boy-"
B. grabbed himself through his shorts and began pumping his length slowly from base to tip and back to accentuate just how big he is.
"You ain't seen nuhtin' yet."