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Renato’s and Gabriel’s faces were awash with a golden glow as warmth radiated from the ever burning pyre that sat before them. They were surrounded by the hushed chatter that came with post/pre-trial jitters and emotions – people took refuge in being able to, at the very least, make their feelings known to those who care about them. Renato was himself grappling with something he became hyperaware of in the past few trials he’s had to endure.
“I hate it… I hate when that happens…” the Brazilian shuddered. It hurt to see his partner so distraught, and it, in turn, made Gabriel feel similarly helpless – more so than usual. Though they were all subject to the entity’s whims, he knows there's a special kind of pain to having one of the last things you have total control over, your words, be rendered null. In an attempt to comfort Renato, he moves a warm hand to his back, rubbing gentle circles in between his shoulder blades. Renato sucks in a breath, as though to speak more, as his eyebrows knit in growing frustration and eyes turn to Gabriel. Silence falls between them.
“Hey..?” Gabriel tries to prompt,
“I’m sorry, I know I am repeating myself again and again.”
“Please don’t apologize, I know its super frustrating-”
“ Frustrating and embarrassing!” came a somewhat snappy response, “I know I could be more helpful if I could simply remember my English…” Gabriel, while still understanding where the emotions came from, was still slightly taken aback by Renato’s newfound fervor, as he is almost never the sort of person to get loud unnecessarily.
“Hey, how…” ‘This is such a stupid idea’ “How about I help calm you down?” Renato knew what he meant by that– most people in the fog do. Helping one another “calm down” is one of the few joys of life the survivors can still partake in.
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Now farther from the center of the entity’s gathering, Renato settled himself on the tree that was supporting his back. He and Gabriel were already panting from the heated kisses they had been exchanging. Gabriel, with his full weight on Renato’s lap and chest, moved back to admire his lover's rosy cheeks, littered with freckles; he adored the way the smaller’s chest heaved as he tried to regain his breath. He could only bear to sit back for a moment before leaning back in, now towards his neck to elicit more sweet reactions out of Renato. Staring with his breath, he let his voice come out hot and low,
“How long do you think you can last for me this time, querido?” Without a moment's rest, Gabriel then brought his lips to the side of Renato’s neck, lightly sucking on the skin where the jaw and neck collected, right beneath his ear. Between the sultry tones of Gabriel using their shared petname, and the feeling of tender contact, the Brazilian couldn’t hold back the breathy whine that shot from the back of his throat. At this, the larger man continued working and sucking his way down towards the shoulder, taking his time to pepper small kisses in between what might’ve, in a different world, have become hickeys.
“I- eh, maybe a few times…?” Renato replied, shutting his eyes as he felt a leg reposition and slide itself between his thighs, resting on his rising dick. His hands found Gabriel's hips as Gabriel’s hands slid up from the hips to the smaller’s shoulders.
“How about we play it by ear?” His hands moved up from the shoulders to Renato’s cheeks as he moved back upwards to once again catch his lips in a passionate kiss. They allowed for their tongues to swap spit as they moved in closer, once again chest to chest, once again losing breath. The leg that was gently nudging at and putting pressure on Renato’s straining erection throughout the newfound makeout sesh was becoming torment, further enticing the smaller for what would come. The moment Gabriel leaned back to once again admire his work Renato spring to life,
“Let's go, I want to start…” He admitted, voice trailing off at the end as he realized the desperation it had come out with. The taller couldn’t help but smile at the show of enthusiasm, and reached his arms down and under his shirt, pulling it off. What ensued was the messy stripping of clothes with a sloppy stream of moans and languid touches that concluded in only Gabriel still donning his boxes, however illfitting they are around his engorged crotch.
He wasted no time grabbing Renato’s cock and leaning over it, allowing his spit to drip out his mouth to act as an on hand (or on dick) lube. The Brazilian shuddered at the contact, feeling himself twitch in Gabriel’s hand. He needed this.
“Are you ready?” Came the top’s question, setting the ground work for what he wants to see most. A high and needy whine came from Renato, his hips shimmying in mild discomfort as he blissfully waited for all that he wanted. Following the mild outburst, he nodded vigorously, eyes wide and shining with a light, wet layer of tears already forming.
“Words, querido…”
“Yes, please, caralho…” With the words drawn from his lips, Gabriel began to drag his hand downwards, watching as the foreskin slowly pulled back with the force, revealing the smaller’s bright, berry colored tip. He couldn’t help but smirk at the soft moans and breaths that came from beneath him. He admired the ways his brows pinched together as he picked up the pace, stroking his dick with mild vigor.
The clone leaned into a brief, almost chaste, kiss as he began using his thumb to rub over the tip, feeling between the two peaks and over the sopping slit. Will his lips on Renatos he drank in every new whimper and sounds that he lightly pulled from the smaller. It was intoxicating to him. His spine began to tingle, Renato opened his mouth, snaking his tongue out into Gabriel’s to try and get impossibly closer to his source of pleasure. They moment only lasted a second or two before the top pulled himself away and towards Renato’s ear, ready to abuse that erogenous zone he’s grown so fond of
“Are you getting close, dear?” He breathed, picking up the pace of his moving hand, using the new streaming precum to ease the movement of his hand. As the Brazilian attempted to open his wet lips to reply – he knew he had to to get what he wanted – Gabriel moved his lips back to that spot, back to lightly sucking on the skin where the jaw and neck collected. He moved downwards, sucking on his neck, collarbone, and chest as the smaller tried to formulate a response.
“Ahh- Sim, si– yesss” despite the mild warning, Gabriel continued with his mistrations, sucking hickey after hickey into Renato as his hand never ceased its movements,
“I’ll count down for you, just keep going for 10 more seconds, okay?” the smaller could only catch half that sentence before he felt a familiar knot starting to wind low in his abdomen, accompanied by the relentless sucking on his chest. In tandem, it was as though the two were creating a disgusting song or chant of lust and ecstasy;
“Ten, nine”
“ahn, aíí”
“Eight, seven, si-”
“ahn, ahn, ah-”
“Five, four, Three..” Before either of them knew it, Renato was bucking his hips wildly, eyes screwed shut as his eyebrows came down in concentration and frustration. Gabriel knew he was teetering a very, very fine line, and opted to slow down in order to prolong their enjoyment. And it's a good thing he did…
“Two…, on-”
“Aí, ah- Porra! Vou gozar-”
Without entirely comprehending the sound coming out of his lover’s mouth, Gabriel lightened his touch on the final stroke downward before tightly gripping the base of the brazilian’s cock. Beneath him, Renato could only huff and shake with the feeling of an orgasm snatched from him at the very last moment. A few moments passed between them as the taller simply drank in the scene; Renato with his face, chest, and dick a bright scarlet as he sucked in breath after breath, as though the air around him would evaporate any second. His freckles danced with every heave of his chest and slight spasm of his muscles,
In utter awe, Gabriel cupped his lover’s face and gave him a kiss on the forehead – oddly tender given the carnal desire that was etched deeply into the context. He leaned into Renato, pressing his entire weight onto him, allowing their dicks to graze through the fabric of the clone’s boxers. A huff and squeak respectively emerged from both parties, and there was a growing sense of urgency between the two.
“Let’s keep going now~” Gabriel teased, pushing down his boxers to release his aching member. He knew frotting was a personal favorite of theirs, as both got lost in the motion of watching the other’s dick leak and drip with the movement of skin against skin. He pushed downwards into the raging red warmth of Renato’s crotch, who sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. Slowly, the two grinded together, hips gyrating into the rewarding feeling of humping the other.
Renato surged closer to his lover, catching his lips on his own, deepening their love. As they began swapping spit and similarly frotting their tongues, the movement of their cocks on each other grew smoother, pre dripping and easing their thrusts.
“Shit…” It was really good, and Gabriel easily saw himself getting entranced with each buck downwards. As much as he was enjoying himself, he wanted to continue his little game with Ranato.
“Let’s flip around, I want to try something” After a brief moment of shifting, Renato was now straddling Gabriel’s hips, cock heavy and hanging over the taller’s abdomen. It was a delicious sight. The clone then wrapped a fist around the straining appendage, starting with a looser grip,
“Thrust. Go on…” Renato looked down and took a moment before slowly rolling his hips forward, appreciating the way he felt his dick slowly push past each finger. Without a moment’s notice, he sped up to a comfortable speed, accompanied by small sounds leaving his lips as he once again built towards that familiar, mind numbing feeling. It was because of this that he couldn’t quite find the words to respond to Gabriel,
“How are we doing?”
“I- uh, uhmf meu, my…”
“Don’t slow down now,” Gabriel reprimanded, loosening his grip to drive the point home, “And keep talking- tell me every sensation you feel…” As though to compensate for the loss of such forceful pressure on his penis, Renato began to thrust a tad faster, angling his hips to try and recover some lost friction. The result was near instantaneous, as he began to lean forward and pinch his eyebrows further down, once again getting close and letting moans spill from his wet lip.
“Come on, how do you feel?”
“Gabriel, I- não posso, please I can’t” This was something the taller man was well aware of; it was the whole point of dragging Renato down to this point, until he became a blubbering mess. As he opened his mouth, Gabriel tightened his grip ever so slightly, helping his lover out by twisting his wrist with each plunge of the penis into his fist.
“Come on, querido~ for me?”
“Ahn- Sabe! I can’t– não posso com isso ah- ah”
“Don’t you like it? Letting me stroke you like this; you don’t have to think anymore?
“Aí, hahn ha~”
“Keep going– don't worry about telling me in English, querido”
“I am– ah ahn– caralho– Tô com vergonha, meu pinto tá-ahn ah” part way thought the brazilian’s sentence, Gabriel made sure to up the ante, rubbing over his cock with more vigor and teasing the swelling tip with his thumb. He felt Renato twitch in his hand, and was preparing to stave off his climax yet again,
“Yeah? Are you gonna cum?”
“Porra- gozar- gozando! Ahn uhmp-”
Right on cue, Gabriel gripped the base of the smaller’s cock and lean upwards, looking his lover in the eye before praising him for his good work,
“Good boy!”
“Ahnnnnn, cala boca!” Tears from the blurry mix of pain and pleasure begin to well up in Renato’s eyes. They fall as he blinks, once, twice and finds himself looking down in awe.
“Tô vermelho, meu deus” Gablriel simply hummed in response, affirming whatever observation might have fallen from the smaller mouth. God- he loved the sound of portuguese leaving his lips, almost as much as he loved drawing tears from his lovers eyes. He wanted to see and hear just a little more before this was all over,
“Now beg, beg if you want to cum,”
“What?, I- ah” The clone began the movement of his hand once again,
“Não, can’t- meu cabeça não pode-”
“C’mon sweetie- querido- you can, in portuguese even!” Gabriel began twisting his wrist as he sat up slightly, leaning into Reanto’s chest to begin teasing his nipples with his lips.
“Aí!- então- favor, por favor querido,”
“Yeah? What do you want?” the taller felt as though he could cum from the words alone,
“Quero gozar, quero sentir- ahn- pela amor de deus- porfavorfavor”
“Go ahead then, cum for meI”
“Porra-ahn- ah~”
Like a rumbling train, Renato shook with the force of the energy running through him, thighs coming together as his cock twitched and bobbed, releasing his held back load. Between the two of them was Renato's mess resting low on their abdomens. For a few moments afterwards, all there was were the two’s hot, hurried breaths, the smaller’s occasional twitches, and the sound of the forest. It was serene. Gabriel still had his own problem though…
“Hey” he started after a minute,
“Do you think you can help me a little more with those beautiful lips of yours? They are half the reason I’m like this.
“Vai se foder… más, sim, claro~”
“I’ll take that as a yes! Thank you querido~”