"This isn't the way to the zoo," a ticked Roderick pouts in the passenger seat. "If you tricked me into a date, I'm jumping out right now."
"On the freeway?" his friend and roommate, Gilbert, dares. Roderick takes a moment to think about it, and then sits back in his seat, glaring at the rain hitting the windshield. It might storm later.
"You said we're going to the zoo because you need to write your term paper on management or something like that," Roderick sulks.
"We're still going to the zoo," Gilbert smirks, knowing he's won.
"This isn't the way to the zoo," Roderick repeats.
"It's a different kind of zoo," Gilbert says, trying to not give it away.
"What? A people zoo?" Roderick snarls. Gilbert suppresses a shudder at that sexy snarl his friend has. If only the guy wasn't such a dunce prude, they'd have already hit the sack together.
Gilbert shakes his head, trying to get the oh so alluring sexy scenes out of his head.
"So this isn't an attempt to get in my pants?" Roderick asks, looking over at Gilbert suspiciously. Gilbert had zoned out there for a moment, only to hear that last statement. Apparently, Roderick isn't as much of a dunce as Gilbert thought.
"No," Gilbert says, without any other option.
"Glad to see you're not a bag of lies and can actually keep a promise," Roderick says with a hint of disbelief. When they first became roommates, and Roderick found out about Gilbert's very active sex life, Roderick made sure Gilbert understood there would be no sex between them. Ever.
Doesn't mean Gilbert hasn't been trying. He's just been trying to get Roderick to beg for it. Unfortunately, he's extremely faithful to that girl. Another downer is that Roderick threatened to move out if it Gilbert and him ever did it and the idea of rent going up that much isn't worth the pain.
"Where the hell are we going then?" Roderick asks while looking around for anything he's familiar with. He doesn't recognize anything because he stays away from this side of town. It takes him a moment to remember why. When he does, he stares at Gilbert, like a deer in headlights with his mouth wide enough to stick Gilbert's cock in.
And that thought just makes Gilbert's smirk even wider.
"NO!" Roderick exclaims.
"You promised to help," Gilbert reminds him.
"I am NOT going to the aquarium!" Roderick panics.
"So you're a bag of lies who can't keep a promise?" Gilbert questions, knowing he has the upper hand again.
It takes Roderick a whole five minutes to calm down.
"Fine," one small word is all it takes for Gilbert to go to heaven. He starts making plans for torturing his friend.
"But you owe me," Gilbert knew it would come at a catch, but it would be worth it to see Roderick in such pain.
"I know, I know," Gilbert says like he's said it a million times. "No guys over for a week, you're locking the door after ten at night, and you can have break a rule and make out with your girlfriend wherever the hell you want."
The next few minutes pass with Roderick cursing Gilbert out under his breath and Gilbert basking in victory. This is going to be fun!
They park in a luckily open front row spot.
"It must be my lucky day!" Gilbert exclaims as Roderick sits there, glaring at the big sign in front of the car wishing them a happy and safe time in the aquarium. Gilbert gets out and walks around the car and opens Roderick's door, making the other jump.
"Let's go play with the marine animals!" Gilbert smirks and stride in. Roderick follows reluctantly. They run inside and pay for admission. Gilbert grabs map to the place and opens it.
"Hmmm," Gilbert studies the map before he smirks again. "So, I'm writing my paper on octopuses."
"Where the hell is the tank?" Roderick demands. He steps over and looks at the map. He nearly screams. Glaring darkly at Gilbert, he accuses: "You just decided that, didn't you?"
"Yup," Gilbert smirks as they make their way to the opposite end of aquarium. "But I'm not entirely sure, so we're looking at all of them on the way there."
Roderick snarls and Gilbert starts walking, in an attempt to hide expression of desire he couldn't hold back.
"Hey, look, turtles!" Roderick points to a sign with an arrow. "You've got to take some pictures for Toni."
"Why the hell can't you?" Roderick demands. "I'm waiting right here."
"Rodey," Gilbert says, putting his hands on Roderick's shoulders and looking him straight in the eyes. "You know I can't take a picture to save my life, and you already have a photography degree. It's a no brainer who should take the pictures."
"I don't have my camera," Roderick tries to come up with reasons to stay far away from the sea life.
"It's not the camera, but the artist behind the camera who makes the photos come to life. Use your phone," Gilbert butters him up. He can see the affect in an instant. Roderick's sullen face perks up, like he suddenly won.
"Fine," Gilbert two points, Roderick none. Roderick brushes off Gilbert's hands and walks past him to the exhibit. Gilbert follows and notices Roderick stopped at the end of the hall. Gilbert walks straight into him.
"Hey, don't just stop in the middle of the walkway!" Gilbert smirks. Roderick turns to him, the expected glare and nasty comeback replaced by the missing excitement of the compliment. "What?"
"It's an open exhibit," Roderick whispers. Gilbert chuckles and throws an arm around Roderick's shoulders, pulling him to closer to the fence around the pool in the floor for the turtles.
"It's not like they're snapping turtles!" Gilbert exclaims. "What, do you expect to get the best pictures you could with glass and water in the way?"
"What about the other animals?" Roderick tries to come up with a reason to leave.
"Turtles are air breathers, hence it looks more natural in this environment," Gilbert points out. Reluctantly, Roderick pulls out his phone and takes a few test shots with it. Even with Gilbert's compliment running through his head, Roderick thinks the pictures suck.
"Give me your phone," Roderick says.
"Why? Yours works fine," Gilbert says.
"Your camera has a better resolution," Roderick points out.
"Just give me a second," Gilbert sends a text to his friends not to text him for the rest of the night. He then hands the phone over. Roderick takes a few more test pictures and gets into the rhythm of it.
"What next?" Roderick asks after ten minutes. The entire time Gilbert watches as Roderick moved effortlessly around the turtles, waiting patiently for each perfect shot. He has to hide the expression of desire as Roderick turns to him.
"Across the hall are the jelly fish," Gilbert says as he walks out. Roderick follows and stops at the glass, looking doubtfully at them. "You're separated by water, glass, air, a fence, and more air. They can't sting you."
"I know, I just don't like them," Roderick says. Gilbert makes a note of that, seeing more ways he's going to torture his friend. After another five minutes of Roderick dancing around trying to capture the best pictures and Gilbert craving that body, Roderick is done. "Next?"
"Squids," Gilbert says, walking out but not missing Roderick's poorly surprised shiver of disgust.
They arrive at the tank to find the squids battling. Instantly a spew of inspiration crosses Roderick's mind. He takes ten minutes capturing the intensity of the fight. He even gets a few ink shots.
Being so consumed with the fight in front of him, he misses the one behind him. The one with Gilbert arguing with the angel and devil that sit on his shoulders.
"Next?" Roderick asks, turning around in time to catch a glimpse of that battle.
"Sharks," Gilbert says as he walks out.
Slowly, after each animal, Gilbert looses the fight with his angel. The look of desire shows more and more, allowing Roderick to see it. After taking pictures of the angelfish, he stands in front of Gilbert.
"I know that look. You are keeping your promise, no sex or I'm moving out," Roderick says sternly.
"I know," Gilbert's voice is strained. Roderick walks past him, bumping into him as a warning. It sends a jolt through Gilbert, setting him on edge even more.
They finally make it to the octopus exhibit and there's a sign in the middle of the pathway.
"Viewing station closed, use alternate station," Roderick reads and looks where the arrow points. "I guess today's not your lucky day."
"Hello, there's a detour," Gilbert says, noticing it's pointing at stairs. They haven't seen anyone else today. The storm must be too bad for the less awesome to travel. Maybe, just maybe if he could get Roderick in a small, dark space… He grinds his teeth. "Let's go."
Roderick leads the way. Unfortunately, halfway up, Roderick trips, causing him to fall right into Gilbert. They fall back a step, but Gilbert wraps a strong arm around Roderick's slim waist and tightly grabs the railing with the other arm.
They stand there for a moment, panting.
"Thanks," Roderick pants.
"Yeah," Gilbert groans.
"You ok?" Roderick asks.
"You landed on my foot," Gilbert lies. The friction of the catch really just aroused him even more.
"Sorry!" Roderick exclaims jumping away. Relief and desire for more friction flood him making him grateful the stairwell isn't that well lit. He knows he can't keep it off his face.
"Where's my phone?" Gilbert asks.
"Um…?" Roderick looks around. It landed a few stairs down.
"Great," Gilbert rolls his eyes. Roderick gets it and then hands it back with an apology. "At least it's just frozen. I'll fix it when we get home, we need to use yours."
"Alright," Roderick nods and starts back up the stairs. They make it to the other viewing station and there's a sign on the wall. "If you feel the need to lean far over the fence, make sure to keep your non-water proof electronic devices and other such items on you at all times. If you feel you might not be able to, please put them on the table."
"May as well put mine there," Gilbert says, not really caring as he tosses his in the empty box. He then looks at the fence and chuckles. No wonder people drop stuff. It's a rope.
"Not very funny," Roderick says. "I'm the one here, risking my life, taking pictures for your report." And then he screams like a girl as the lights go out. An emergency light goes on a few feet from Roderick. Gilbert remembers reading one of the signs on the wall that asks in cases of power outage, to turn on the tank's emergency power.
"Roderick, there's a switch right next to you. The place will want you to turn it on," Gilbert says.
"When hell freezes over," Roderick says. "It's in the water!"
"Hell is a real place in Norway and Michigan," Gilbert says. "It freezes every winter."
"Damn," Roderick says. He crouches down scoots over. Unknown to him, Gilbert walks up right behind him and crouches down behind him. Roderick puts his phone on the side and reaches in. He's able to grab the switch rather awkwardly. After grunting for a moment, he's able to turn it.
"Um, Gilbert? I'm stuck," Roderick says rather sheepishly.
"I've got you," Gilbert says, grabbing the other's hip and shoulder. With another shriek, Roderick jumps from the unexpected touch. Regrettably, that throws them both off balance and into the tank. Roderick was able to keep his full body on top of the protruding rock that the switch was on, but Gilbert fell farther. He kicks something as he gets up on top of Roderick. Gilbert glares into his eyes inches from Roderick's face.
"Why the fucking hell did you jump?" Gilbert growls. Add that to the faint glow only lighting up his red eyes, and the albino looks like he's going to kill his friend.
Roderick would respond, except he jumps and shrieks again.
"Something just touched my leg!" Roderick exclaims, clinging onto Gilbert. Now the devils of destination are fighting on Gilbert's shoulders: take him in the tank, or dry off and then take him?
"Of course you idiot, we're in a fish tank," Gilbert says. A tentacle latches onto his ankle and he glares at it, trying to kick it off. It only seems to fight harder, wrapping around both their legs.
"Oh no, it's going to bind us here and rape us!" Roderick exclaims in panic.
"Don't give it ideas!" Gilbert hisses. With his eyes finally adjusting to the lack of light, he can see the creature. The tentacles seem to be reacting to the victim. "Shut up and stop moving!"
Roderick twists his hands in Gilbert's shirt and hides his face in the crock of his friend's neck. This movement pulls up Gilbert's shirt a little. The small ripple of water attracts another tentacle and it slowly brushes against Gilbert's exposed skin.
He groans and Roderick looks around. He sees the tentacle brushing Gilbert's side and pulling at their pants. He just holds onto Gilbert's shirt tighter.
"Agh," Gilbert groans as a tentacle brushes up the inside of his leg.
"What's it doing?" Roderick fearfully asks.
"Going up my leg," Gilbert groans. "It's not stopping."
The tentacles on their legs pull. Roderick's pants stay on, because he's stuck to the rock and physics won't let them move. Even though Gilbert's pants are tight, the octopus is still able to pull them down slightly.
The friction causes Gilbert to moan.
"Oh no, it's there. It's going to rape us," Roderick whispers, afraid. A startled, half strangled moan jolts out of him as the tentacle traveling up Gilbert's leg goes between them and touches his cock through his pants.
Gilbert starts panting.
"Don't. Make. That. Sound." Gilbert growls menacingly. This sexy sound, along with the tentacle on his cock, just makes him whimper and writhe. Gilbert bites his lip, holding himself back as best as he can.
Roderick realizes he has to do something. He's indirectly causing his friend pain. He never wanted that. He owes Gilbert for catching him. Even if Gilbert owes him for bringing him to this hellish place, he still feels guilty. He makes a split second decision.
"I'd rather it be you then the tentacle monster," Roderick says.
"WHAT?" Gilbert snaps.
"It's my fault we're in this position," Roderick says. "You're in pain. You need relief. I can give it to you. I won't move out. I'd rather it be you then the tentacle monster."
Gilbert slams against him, smashing his lips onto the others, grinding against him. That causes the octopus to pull back and away.
"You talk too much," Gilbert says as he pulls back, a panting Roderick underneath him.
"We're free," Roderick pants and begs with his eyes to get out of the tank.
"C'mon," Gilbert says and climbs out, pulling his friend out as well. He walks over to the wall and sits down hard. Roderick just sits at the edge of the pool, not sure what to do. Within a few minutes, the lights flash back on. Did all of that just take a few minutes?
He gathers his phone and Gilbert's and sees a button on a wall that says to press in case of an emergency. He does so.
"What's your emergency?" the voice says.
"During the power outage we fell in the water trying to flip your switch, can we get some towels?" Roderick asks.
"Someone will be there momentarily," the voice says.
Within a few more minutes, an attendant shows up, offering them towels and a refund. Roderick accepts.
After they're partially dry, they head out to the car, running through the rain. Gilbert tosses his keys to Roderick and opens the back door.
"Why?" Roderick asks, confused.
He simply receives a dark, animalistic glare. Gilbert climbs in and undoes his pants, wrapping a towel around himself for his friend's sake. Roderick seems to understand and gets in the driver's seat and drives off.
Regardless of how much Gilbert is able to suppress his moans, no matter the position to hide himself, the noise, the knowledge of what Gilbert is doing is pushing Roderick over the edge as he drives. Even after Gilbert is able to finish himself off once, he still whines, writhing in desire.
Roderick makes an unexpected sharp turn that nearly throws Gilbert off the seat. Gilbert puts both hands out to catch himself, one lands on the back of the seat, the other on the console. He doesn't pay attention to the sound of the pouring rain stopping. He does glare at Roderick.
The car stops.
Roderick gets out.
He opens the back door.
"It's my fault you're like this and I'm not going to see a friend in pain," Roderick says very sternly. Gilbert lets out an animalist growl as he shoots forward as all cognitive thought escapes him and instincts take over. He only meant to grab Roderick and pull him in, but because of how far down his pants are, he ends up off balance and pushing Roderick down to the ground. Out of instinct Gilbert pushes his pants off the rest of the way.
On the ground Roderick gasps, overwhelmed by the fall and soon to be overwhelmed by Gilbert. Gilbert presses their bodies together, into the ground as if trying to consume Roderick.
"Mine." Gilbert hisses right next to the other's ear. Roderick does the only thing he knows how to encourage Gilbert. He makes that forbidden sound: he moans.
Gilbert grinds deeper, forcing a strong kiss onto the other's lips. One hand starts to work on the other's pants, the other hand their shirts. Later, it amazes Roderick how quickly the clothes were gone.
Gilbert forces a tongue into Roderick's all too willing mouth. Teeth clash as tongues collide, earning a moan from Roderick and a growl from Gilbert. Gilbert grabs the other's ass, squeezing and pulling up.
"L-Lube," a blush painted Roderick whimpers.
"Suck." a passion driven Gilbert demands, sticking three fingers in Roderick's mouth. Roderick whimpers, but does what he is told. He twirls his tongue around those pale fingers, in an attempt to make them as wet as possible.
Blissfully, Gilbert continues to grind against his victim, causing said victim to pant and open his mouth. The fingers escape and push at Roderick's entrance.
A snarl rips from Roderick as the first finger pushes in without stopping. Gilbert smirks. He pushes another finger in and scissors, forcing Roderick open. He cries out in pain as the third finger enters and moves around, pumping inside of him.
With out any warning, the fingers are gone, and just after relief floods him, with as little of warning, Gilbert's cock is at the entrance, lubed with saliva.
"G-Gilbert!" Roderick exclaims as the cock is shoved into the base, splitting him apart. He screams, tears escaping his eyes. "Ah-ah-ahhhh! Please! Please!" His mouth moves, but no more words come out.
Gilbert pulls back, and slams in again at a different angle. A few more thrusts like that and he comes again. He pulls out and lies down, looking around at where they are. It's the abandoned warehouse. No one can hear them unless they're homeless bums.
Thunder and lightning roll outside, only fueling the passion inside Gilbert.
However, this is nothing like how Roderick expected. Too much pain. All he wants to do is lock himself in the car. He gets up and crawls into the car. Nevertheless, Gilbert is still aching for more. When Roderick is leaning half on the seat, half out of the car, Gilbert is on him again.
"G-Gil," Roderick whispers and then whimpers as something extremely cold touches his entrance.
"Lube," Gilbert explains in a gentler tone. It seems cognitive thought has returned. But he's still horny as fuck.
"Th-thanks," Roderick whimpers. He can definitely feel the difference. He reaches up and grabs the seatbelt.
Gilbert sticks a third finger in moves them around more gently. He lubes his cock and positions himself.
"Make that sound," Gilbert says. As he enters, Roderick moans. "Not that one. The other."
"What other?" Roderick demands as the pain begins again. Gilbert's mere size is tearing him to his limits.
"Snarl," Gilbert commands as he thrusts.
"I don't know how… to snarl," Roderick pants.
"You do it when you're really mad!" Gilbert explains, thrusting at a different angle.
"AH!" Roderick screams as his oh so sweet spot is hit. "There! Whatever the hell you just hit, do it again!"
"Snarl!" Gilbert demands, pulling out and purposely not going as far in.
"Damn you," Roderick slightly snarls, pushing back against Gilbert. An idea hits Gilbert he reaches up and ties the seatbelt around Roderick's hands, and pulls back just far enough that he won't hit that spot, no matter how far Roderick moves.
And moves he does. He pushes back, fighting against the seat belt, snarling louder, cursing darker. Still finding no relief.
And then Gilbert slams all the way again and Roderick screams in ecstasy. The thunder roars to punctuate the movements. Harder. Faster. Stronger. More. More. Roderick cums first, Gilbert following suit.
"Gilbert, please. I don't know how much more I can take of this," Roderick says. Gilbert pulls out and gets up. Roderick thinks he's going to be released, but is disappointed when Gilbert walks away. "Gilbert?"
Gilbert opens the trunk and pulls out a special box. He pulls out a few items in that box and then puts it away. He is able to hide them from Roderick. Gilbert reaches to Roderick's cock and slowly strokes it, causing the owner to writhe and moan some more. Soon, he is hard again.
He jumps when something cold is slid onto the end of his cock. And then Gilbert reaches up and gets on top of Roderick. He puts his hand in front of the other's mouth again and pushes in a pill.
"Chew," he commands.
"What is it?" Roderick asks. Gilbert spanks him and intense sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes before being drowned by the thunder.
"Chew," Gilbert commands. Roderick opens his mouth and chews the pill. Gilbert chews his own. He then gets up and goes to the other side of the car, and getting inside. He positions his legs comfortably and his cock right in front of Roderick's mouth.
"Suck," Gilbert commands, trying to get some time for the pill to take effect.
Roderick just glares at him. So Gilbert pulls out a dog collar that says property of Gilbert.
"I'm going to make you wear this and call me master," Gilbert teases.
"You wouldn't dare you bastard," Roderick snarls.
Click goes the collar as Gilbert puts it on Roderick.
"I have a lot more up my sleeves," Gilbert smirks.
"Bastard," Roderick glares. He's smacked on the cheek with a small whip.
"Uh-uh-uh," Gilbert says. "You're to call me master, my little slave."
"Never," Roderick glares. He's smacked again. He glares darker, but moves to get Gilbert's cock in his mouth. Out of revenge, he uses his teeth, making it rougher.
But that's just how Gilbert likes it, causing him to moan.
Roderick stops and looks up in disbelief. Gilbert raises an eyebrow.
"What?" Gilbert demands slightly agitated that the teeth stopped.
Roderick drags his teeth again and Gilbert releases a raggedy moan. Then the warmth is removed and he whimpers.
"That noise?" Roderick asks.
"What? My moan?" Gilbert asks, not understanding what the other is getting at.
"It's different from before," Roderick says.
"So?" Gilbert asks. It takes him a moment to realize Roderick really likes his moans. "I really like the feel of teeth on my cock. Be rough. Use your teeth and your tongue."
Roderick nods. He kisses the tip, and then licks it. He licks up and down the cock, biting in some spots earning hisses, and then kissing the spots causing the moans to get louder.
"Oh, Roderick," Gilbert moans. If it wasn't for the cock ring, Roderick would have come right there. Such a sexy man, such a sexy voice using his full name pushes him over the edge. He lets go of the cock and pushes his head against the seat, biting and writhing. He thrusts against the car side.
After a few moments, he looks up at Gilbert's piercing red eyes.
"M-Master, why can't I come?" Roderick whimpers.
"Cockring," Gilbert explains. "Would you like to come, my dirty little whore?"
Dirty talk. Roderick is able to process that as dirty talk as he writhes.
"Yes master, please!" Roderick exclaims.
"Beg for it," Gilbert commands.
"Master, please let me come! Please hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars! Take me hard, harder than before! Make me cum all over!" Roderick begs. Gilbert chuckles at the attempted dirty talk.
"Alright," Gilbert goes back around and kneels behind him. He thrust inside, earning a scream and a whimper mixed with thunder.
"M-Master, I'm begging-g you! Let me come!" Roderick cries, tears forming in his eyes. The pain mixes with pleasure as Gilbert leans on top of him, cock inside, one hand pumping the other's cock, the other hand playing with the other's nipples, and whispering his own dirty talk in his ear.
"You dirty little cheating whore," Gilbert whispers, thrusting with each sentence. "I want to take you all over. Would you like that? I want to take you in my car, in my trunk, in the drivers' seat, in the passengers' seat. You would love that. You'll come all over. I want to take you in our place, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the shower, in your little bed, in my big bed. I want to bend you over the dining table and I want to fuck you raw. I want to put you on the kitchen counter and fuck you dry. You would fucking love that, wouldn't you my little slave. You want me to take you everywhere. You want me to torture you like this, bring you to the edge, but never over. Only I can let you do that. What can you do to convince me you deserve it?"
"I-I-I!" Roderick exclaims, searching his mind for an answer. "You can take me everywhere. Cum in me. Cum on me. Bend me over the dining table and fuck me raw. Put me on the kitchen counter and fuck me dry. Fill me up in the shower. Tie me to my bed and fuck me hard. Just please let me cum master. Let me cum! Please master! Please! I'm begging you!"
"Hmmm, should I?" Gilbert teases.
"Yes master! Please master!" Roderick exclaims. The hand on his cock stops stroking and then releases the cockring. He thrusts a few times and cums all over the hand.
"You're mine now," Gilbert says, planting little kisses up Roderick's neck and to his lips. He hungrily meets those lips, kissing roughly and biting, clashing teeth together. He didn't lose very much energy that time. Good. It means the pills are kicking in.
Tongues dance around, competing for dominance as Gilbert lifts his friends, and pushes him onto the seat all the way so Roderick is lying on his back. Gilbert's hands dance across the well toned chest and abs of his little slave. They're both already hard again, another sign of the pills working.
Gilbert pulls back and plants kisses all over Roderick's face. He gently bites the bridge of the glasses, gently closing them, and then spitting them onto the consol.
"One more time and then we're heading out," Gilbert says. "So make this the best time."
"Yes master," Roderick pants. Gilbert kisses down his neck and collar bone until he reaches the nipples. He licks around one, just around the peak. Roderick writhes under him, squirming, trying to get him to touch him more.
Gilbert bites the peak and Roderick screams in surprise, panting heavily as Gilbert plays with it. His other one receives similar treatment with a hand. The free hand goes to Roderick's cock and plays with the tip.
"Oh, master, please stop being such a tease," Roderick begs.
"And how would I not be a tease?" Gilbert questions.
"Pump me, harder," Roderick begs.
"Alright," Gilbert complies. He pumps harder as he switches nipples.
Slowly but surely, Gilbert trails kisses, licks and bites down Roderick's torso, down to his cock. The hand is removed, for a moment causing great disappointment. And then he cums as Gilbert's mouth surrounds the tip.
Roderick lies their panting.
Gilbert spits the cum out, mixing it with lube, and covering his cock again.
"But, you said one more time," Roderick begins.
"One more time for me," Gilbert explains with a smirk. He lifts one of Roderick's legs to get a better angle. He slams in and Roderick screams again.
"MORE!" Roderick screams. Gilbert thrusts in again, slowly.
"FASTER!" Roderick screams. Gilbert thrust in more intense, faster. With each thrust they get closer and closer to the edge. Gilbert pumps Roderick's cock. Roderick has been seeing stars for a while. Gilbert begins to see them too.
"MASTER!" Roderick screams between pants. "I'M SO CLOSE!"
Gilbert thrusts and pumps faster and faster.
"My name," Gilbert asks. "Moan my name when you cum, Roderick."
It only takes a few more thrusts.
"GILBERT!" Roderick moans loudly, gasping. A few more thrusts and Gilbert follows suit.
"RODERICK," Gilbert moans. They both lie there in the mess, panting, sweaty, sex drive increasing with each breath.
"Hey, Gilbert?" Roderick asks.
"Wha?" Gilbert moans in response.
"What was that pill?" Roderick asks.
"Energy enhancement, we're going to be going all night, fucking like bunnies," Gilbert says.
"What?" Roderick exclaims.
"My own little invention," Gilbert says. "There's nothing you can do but fuck."
"Damn," Roderick says.
"It's not that bad," Gilbert chuckles.
"I don't want to fuck here all night," Roderick says. "What about bending me over the dining table and fucking me dry?" Gilbert moans at the images in his head. "What about on the kitchen counter?" Another moan. "What about in the shower?" Gilbert buries his face in the nock of Roderick's neck, moaning. "What about in your big bed?"
"We're going to do that," Gilbert says.
"But I need you in me now, Master Gilbert~" Roderick moans.
"You need to get dressed," Gilbert says.
"No," Roderick says, wrapping his legs around the other's waist. Gilbert chuckles and removes the legs. He gets dressed as Roderick plays with himself, moaning loudly to try to get Gilbert to come back.
"Not working," Gilbert says. He throws Roderick's clothes in and cleans up what he can. He then gets in the drivers' seat. Roderick reaches him from behind and slides his hand into Gilbert's pants. "This is going to be a fun ride."