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Deuce groaned as he took his seat in Mad Science Class. Cleo had just broken up with him that morning, again. She’s broken up with him so many times he was starting to doubt whether or not she actually wanted him. They’ve broken up roughly four times and it’s only been a month since the school year started. He jolted out of his thoughts when Jackson Jekyll filled the seat next to him and gave him a shy smile. The two had come to a partnership of sorts, Deuce would help Jackson out in Home Ick and Jackson would help Deuce out in Mad Science.
However, the more the two worked together and spent time together, the more Deuce would pick up and even seek out Jackson’s nervous ticks. Like how Jackson would nudge his glasses with his left hand every time he wasn’t sure what to say. Or how Jackson would have classical music playing on his earbuds during classes. Or how Jackson’s hair would fall in front of eyes whenever he was bent over a desk. Or how Jackson’s ass looked in that position and how unblemished his skin was. And then when Jackson smiled at Deuce in that defrightful way of his that just made Deuce all jittery.
Oh.
Oh no.
Deuce knew all about crushes, C.A. Cupid had gone off on long enough tangents about the matters of love for him to recognize the signs. But Deuce crushing on a man? He wasn’t even aware that was possible! And the whole on-and-off relationship with Cleo doesn’t bode well. Really, he can’t just go up to Cleo and say, “Hey, sorry Cleo. You’re my best ghoul and all, but I can’t get back with you. I’m crushing on Jackson!” That was certain to end scareably fearious. And now he’s blushing a furrious red with Jackson’s eyes on him. Oh, Styx, Deuce was a goner. Before anything can be done for Deuce to smoothly recover his snakes have his back.
Or not.
With a huff Deuce’s face flushed even further as his serpents nuzzle into Jackson’s face. By the Styx, he was a gorgon! Beyond that, he had the skulltimate reputation to maintain and couldn’t just have his snakes nuzzling people. Even if the Jackson looked really hot with Deuce’s snakes pressed against his skin. Makes Deuce wonder if the rest of Jackson’s body looked just as good pressed up against him. Jackson was slim enough to fit perfectly against Deuce’s body, the two pressed up against each other enough in Casketball for Deuce to know that well enough. But now, Deuce’s thoughts drifted, and his gaze lowered, wondering if Jackson’s cock would follow the rest of his body and turn out slim and long. The perfect size for ramming into Deuce’s hole.
Jackson chuckled at something, perhaps at Deuce’s flushed face though the shy nerd didn’t seem like the type, and he reached up and stroked the snake closest to him. The action, combined with Deuce’s impure thoughts and his relative inexperience, led to Deuce moaning softly in the middle of Mad Science. Low enough to avoid detection by the other monsters, but clearly loud enough for Jackson to hear if his sudden attentiveness to Deuce was anything to go by. The normie had an odd look on his face before he stopped stroking Deuce’s snake, causing Deuce to let out a sigh of frustration and relief, before gripping one of Deuce’s snakes and giving it a firm tug. The action caused a wave of something to wash over Deuce, making his cocks stand as proud as a flagpole. Jackson looked down with a contemplating look before he pressed his thumb against Deuce’s snake head and rubbed in just the right way for Deuce to drop his head and groan quietly.
Deuce flushed in embarrassment at the way his hips seemed to thrust forwards on their own, trying to find any of that delicious sort of friction. Jackson took notice of this and reached down, pushing Deuce’s hips down before twisting his hand around Deuce’s snake head. This time Deuce moaned, bucking his hips and jumping in his seat, sliding his chair forward a few inches. The class continued on, not giving the two much attention since Jackson continued to answer Mr. Hackington’s questions with furrocious accuracy. Deuce then felt Jackson’ breath on his ear as the boy whispered, “Look at you, such a ghoul boy for me, aren’t you?” As he spoke, Jackson squeezed Deuce’s snake while tugging on it and Deuce could only nod his head, biting his lips to keep from moaning out even more.
Jackson smiled at this and continued in the same whispering tone, “You’ll only cum when I command it, won’t you? Like the ghoul boy you are.” Jackson massaged the space between the snake’s eyes and licked a stripe from the bottom of the snake’s chin to where it merged into Deuce’s scalp. With a chuckle he added, “Use your words, Boo.”
Deuce shuddered at the use of the term of endearment and his snakes started pushing each other, each trying to be rubbed by Jackson in that sensual way of his. With a stutter, Deuce said, “Yessir-” only to be cutoff by Jackson tugging and rubbing two snakes and sucking and biting on a third snake. With a moan Deuce leaned into the mind-numbing sensations and fell onto Jackson’s side, letting Jackson do as he wanted to Deuce and his snakes. Jackson smiled at this and stood up, asking Mr. Hackington if he and Deuce could be excused since they already finished their tinkered zombification serum. Deuce blinked at Jackson at the sudden loss and racked his brain trying to remember when they had finished the serum. In his distracted and aroused state Deuce let Jackson herd him away from the class and into the catacombs where Jackson pressed Deuce against a wall and kissed him. Deuce groaned into the kiss and moved his hand up to grip Jackson’s hips and pulled the boy closer, shoving his tongue into Jackson’s mouth. The two tongues battled it out for a second before Jackson moaned at the feeling of Deuce’s split tongue and conceded the battle only to start sucking on and licking Deuce’s tongue as it pressed deeper into Jackson’s mouth.
Jackson soon stepped away from Deuce in order to suck some hickeys onto Deuce’s neck, one of Jackson’s hands moving up to stroke and tug on Deuce’s snakes. It wasn’t long before Deuce returned to the stuttering horny state Jackson had put him into in the classroom. The gorgon desperately pressing his hips against Jackson, begging for any kind of relief. Jackson only smiled at Deuce before stepping away and ordering, “Strip and use your clothes to sit on top of.”
Deuce looked at Jackson warily before stripping slowly, each piece of clothing coming away and showcasing each of Deuce’s hard-earned muscles. When it came time for Deuce’s pants, he blushed and gave Jackson a hard stare before yanking his pants down to his ankles. Revealing his two hard cocks. The cocks stood proud, one on top of the other, his largest on the bottom with the smaller of the two on top. Green scales shone defrightfully in place of hair, going so far as to cover some of the base of his cock with a few spiking upward to create soft spikes. Jackson only seemed to grow happier about this and waved his hand in a clear order to continue. So Deuce did, he laid himself on top of his discarded clothes and leaned backwards enough to put both his hole and his two cocks on display for Jackson.
“There’s a ghoul boy,” Jackson mumbled as he crouched down to examine Deuce more closely, “now, stroke your cocks. Both of them, and you’ll cum on my orders.” Deuce whined in response and his hips thrust up into his hands as he reached down to grip at his cocks.
Deuce really did whine when Jackson made no move to touch Deuce and Deuce’s snakes even hissed in dissatisfaction. Deuce looked at Jackson sadly and muttered, “Fuck off if my cocks make you uncomfortable. I already get enough of that with Cleo.” Despite his harsh words Deuce continued to stroke his cocks, enjoying having Jackson’s eyes on him as the boy couldn’t seem to hide his awe nor his jealousy.
In seconds Jackson stepped forward and had his mouth on Deuce’s mouth, groaning as Jackson’s clothed crotch rubbed against Deuce’s double cocks with Deuce’s hands still working furiously on them. The combined action made Jackson cock fill with pleasure and bit onto Deuce’s lips before lowering his hands to prod and massage Deuce’s hole. The loud moan Deuce let out caused Jackson to shudder with arousal and he took both of Deuce’s cocks with his free hand to give them a few tugs. Deuce’s breath caught and he gave into the pleasure, falling into the waves of bliss that Jackson gave him. Jackson seemed to have a sense for Deuce’s tipping points for each time Deuce felt close to cumming Jackson would stop both his massaging at Deuce’s hole and his stroking of Deuce’s cocks.
By the time Deuce’s cock was red and sensitive, and tears streamed from Deuce’s eyes as he had never felt so pent up and aroused, Skullete had screamed nineteen times. At each scream Jackson would add another finger to Deuce’s hole, the gorgon’s muscles having relaxed by the fifth scream enough for Jackson to replace his fingers with his cock. At the penetration Deuce moaned loudly and wrapped his legs around Jackson’s hips, urging the human to go faster and harder. Jackson seemed to enjoy it and quickened his pace, although he did slow down to a stop each time Deuce was just about to cum. With an order, Jackson had Deuce stroking his cocks as Jackson’s hands gripped both of Deuce’s hips, lifting the gorgon enough to angle his cock to just the right angle.
With a gasp Deuce cried out and forcefully gripped his cocks, willing not a single drop of cum to spill as per his Jackson’s request. Seeing this Jackson bent down and bit Deuce’s earlobe before pounding into Deuce’s prostate again and again. Jackson punctuated each of his next words with a thrust, saying, “Such. A. Ghoul. Boy. For. Your. Reward. You. Get. To. Cum. Now.” At the final word Jackson shoved his cock as deeply as possible into Deuce and Deuce moaned as hot fluids filled him up. The abuse on his prostate, the edging, the hot cum, and the cock resting in his ass like it belonged there gave Deuce’s entire body such intense amounts of pleasure that he screamed and bit onto Jackson’s shoulder with his fangs as both of his cocks shot streams of cum. With a groan both boys gazed lovingly at each other before Deuce moves forward and pulls Jackson into a kiss, where both boys groan as Jackson’s tongue rubs against Deuce’s fangs. Deuce reluctantly pulls back from Jackson as his cocks scream at him in their overstimulated state and Deuce blushes as Jackson stares at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes. With a smile Jackson reaches forward and traces some of the hickeys he’s left on Deuce’s body, clearly proud of his handiwork. Although Deuce can’t bring it in himself particularly much about it as he loves each and every mark Jackson left on his body.
Their peace is broken; however, when Jackson attempts to pull his cock out of Deuce. Both of the boys hiss in pain as it feels like ripping apart their own flesh and Jackson hum inquisitively as he pulls his upper body back to stare at Deuce’s hole. Deuce blushes at the attention but also can’t help but preen at the fact that Jackson is staring at him like that. With a hum Jackson falls down onto Deuce’s chest and sucks on one of Deuce’s nipples, turning the bruise there a darker shade of purple. Deuce felt sluggish so he only smiled down at Jackson before pulling the manster closer and nibbling on his ear, careful not to actually pierce the skin with his fangs.
Once Jackson seemed sated with his marks on Deuce’s body he pulled back and kissed Deuce, mumbling, “What is with your fangs? And did you know you ass had some sort of reverse knot? Feels pretty good, having your scales digging into my cock, but damn is it weird as hell.” Deuce could only blush in response before shifting himself to cuddle closer to Jackson, his snakes stretching themselves to wrap around the manster.
“Hmm… no I had no idea about the ass spikes, none of my family mentioned it. As for the fangs, I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused. Cleo was furrociously turned off by my double cocks so you’re my first. My mum said our fangs break in during puberty when we first mate, it’s so we have other ways to protect our mates apparently. Damn hot though.”
Jackson chuckled and pressed his lips against Deuce’s forehead before saying, “Damn right. Also, fuck Cleo.” Before Deuce could say anything about Jackson’s rude language and tone, Jackson reached down and gripped both of Deuce’s cocks in one hand and growled, possessively, “You are mine. I’ll take you to the Coffin Bean tomorrow, yeah?”
Deuce hummed and reached up to kiss Jackson back before answering, “Yeah, I’d like that Jackson.”