Anime/Manga » Hetalia - Axis Powers » A World Full of Passion
Author: Fear the Fryingpan
Rated: M - English - Romance/General - Reviews: 10 - Published: 05-22-11 - Updated: 06-04-11
Thankfully, with the storm, no one is out to see the half naked pair run into their apartment. The moment Roderick passes threshold he's spun around and pushed against the wall. The front door clicks shut as lips close their distance.
Not being able to satisfy their own needs, they push against each other. Roderick occasionally is able to push off the wall, only to be slammed back. With each slam, they move closer to the closet.
Gilbert slams Roderick against the wall, forcing his mouth in the other, allowing no room for air. He puts his hands on either side of Roderick to hold his body away. Roderick struggles against the mouth against his, trying to get their bodies melded together again.
The closet door slides open from Gilbert's hand on it and they tumble inside.
They catch their breath after the fall, staring at each other.
"Beautiful," Gilbert says, brushing his hand against Roderick's cheek. This causes Roderick to blush deeply.
"Thanks," Roderick whispers, leaning in for another kiss. He gets flicked on the nose. "What?"
"Uh-uh, remember," Gilbert says, gliding his hand down Roderick's check and neck to the collar. "You are mine tonight. You will call me Master Gilbert."
Roderick pouts, tilting his head and puckering his lips out. Gilbert bites his lip, holding back the moan threatening to escape.
"Fine, Master Gilbert," Roderick says, the humiliation making him blush darker again. Gilbert wraps his legs around the other's waist. Roderick leans in for another kiss and Gilbert slams their vital regions together.
Roderick gasps, throwing his head back, eyes nearly rolling back in their sockets. It takes him a moment to calm down. Gilbert takes the chance to memorize the beauty of the man in his legs. He knows that the pills will eventually wear off, but right now he'll take advantage of the beautiful Austrian while he can.
He reaches up with one hand, leaning on the other for support. He gently takes Roderick's neck and guides it down to his mouth. He kisses the exposed skin, nibbling it a little more, gaining that musical moan.
For the first time since he got to this cursed school, he's glad that bastard dragged him here. To find such a partner at an art school is incredible.
"It's so worth it," Gilbert mutters.
"Huh?" Roderick regains his senses a little.
"You're so beautiful," Gilbert praises. Roderick smiles a bit more.
"You…" Roderick says, searching for the right word. "Awesome."
"The one and only," Gilbert says, pulling Roderick's lips back down to him.
Roderick attempts to give Gilbert some of his own medicine by holding himself up, keeping their bodies separated. As chance would have it, Gilbert knows very well how to flip their positions, and so he does.
He wraps his legs around Roderick's waist and pulls him down, grinding. Roderick mewls as his only defense before being rolled over and pushed under Gilbert.
The door snaps shut as Gilbert closes it with his foot.
"Ah!" Roderick gasps, fearing someone else closed it.
"Shh, just me," Gilbert coos into Roderick's ear.
"I can't see," Roderick struggles against Gilbert's hold.
"That's the point," Gilbert whispers, before tracing the crest of the other's ear with his tongue, earning another moan.
"How?" Roderick asks.
"Add the state you're in, take away your sight and the lightest of touches are angelic," Gilbert whispers, gliding some fingers across the other's torso rewarded by ecstatic mewls. He punctuates the sentence with a nibble on the lobe of the ear, earning a gasp.
Tiny kisses at the base of the ear lead to full kisses down the neck. Those transform into long, drawn out lick. Gilbert's lips stop at the jugular, and he bites softly. A snarl rips out Roderick's throat again. He tries bucking but Gilbert's ass is too high, Roderick can't reach it.
He lets out an annoyed moan.
The response is a chuckle, annoying him even more.
"Gilbert," Roderick moans heavily. His moans become ragged, heightening in pitch as the feather soft hands dance across his torso.
"Master!" Roderick groans. This pace is too slow. "Please!"
"No," the harsh word is followed by harsh, hot breath on his ear. His eyes fly wide open, mouth agape a little.
"B-but," he whines.
"I'm going to take complete advantage of you while you're mine," Gilbert says in that luscious voice, his hot breath dancing across Roderick's cheek.
All Roderick can do is writhe, trying to make their burning bodies touch in some way.
"Please, please," he begins to beg.
There's a deep, heavy sigh on his collar bone and he bucks up unexpectedly, causing Gilbert to kiss his chest. The touch pushes him to push farther, trying to meld them together again.
He's pushed roughly against the ground, hands on his shoulders.
"I guess it was asking for too much," Gilbert says, not hiding the annoyance in his voice.
"Wh-wha? Are you mad Master Gilbert?" Roderick asks, fear creeping in.
"You can't last as long as I can, regardless of the pills effect," Gilbert explains. "I was hoping to be able to play with you a bit more in the dark, but I see you're not enjoying it as much as I am."
Before another word is spoken, Gilbert wraps his slender fingers around Roderick's aching cock and pumps quickly. Roderick's gasping moans escalate until he spills all over the place, his entire body spasming.
Gilbert opens the closet door and pulls Roderick up by the arm. He wraps that arm around his neck, looking for the next place to attack his little slave.
Roderick doesn't want to wait as he captures Gilbert's lips. Surprised, Gilbert's eyes widen. He moves his hands to the other's hips to support him while Roderick wraps his arms around the other's neck. The kiss is long and sweet, and they're both left cursing the need for air as Roderick pulls back, panting.
"Do what you want, I'll try to hold out as long as I can," Roderick states, fixing those red eyes. Gilbert smirks and chuckles.
"You know I'm going to do just that," Gilbert says. Then something catches his eye. He looks at the wall length mirror behind Roderick, staring at that ass. Roderick's perfect ass, to be precise. Shivers run down his spine, thinking about the many uses.
He smirks, gently pushing Roderick back.
Roderick whimpers, not liking walking backwards.
"Sh, just trust me," Gilbert coos, calming the Austrian a little bit. Gilbert positions Roderick right in front of the mirror, putting one hand on Roderick's chest, the other on his stomach. He pushes back at the same time gently, causing Roderick's entire back to electrify against the cold metal. Roderick lets out an ear-splitting screech.
"What the fucking hell?" Roderick exclaims.
"The mirror," Gilbert says, before quickly pulling Roderick away and spinning him around. Roderick looks wide-eyed at the offending object. Embarrassed by his own naked body, Roderick looks away, a light blush painting his cheeks.
"Looks," Gilbert grabs Roderick's chin and forces him to look back at the mirror. The free hand strokes the surprisingly toned expanse of stomach and torso.
"Watch what I do to you," Gilbert's hoarse voice in Roderick's ear causes him to push back, moaning and closing his eyes. But then the hand on him stops. He opens his eyes and meet's his partner's eyes in the mirror.
"You will watch, my slave," Gilbert says.
"Y-yes Master Gilbert," Roderick says. Gilbert turns his head, releasing the other's gaze. He nuzzles into the neck, causing Roderick to push himself back, silently begging for more. His eyes flutter close, and all movement stops.
Roderick opens his eyes again. He tries his hardest to keep them open, to keep the hands and lips moving, but they keep fluttering closed. It doesn't help he's already painfully hard again. A little part of him realizes Gilbert is too.
He bucks back, knocking them both to the ground.
"Ah! Sorry!" Roderick exclaims. He opens his eyes to see himself in the mirror, sitting in Gilbert's lap. Gilbert's head is buried in Roderick's neck, and he's shaking. "Gilbert?"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Gilbert throws his head back, laughing like a lunatic. Unable to stop the contagion, Roderick starts laughing too.
"What's so funny," Roderick asks.
"You caught me off guard. You actually caught the awesome me off guard!" Gilbert laughs. "You're my first partner to do that in ages."
"Really?" Roderick asks, his blush darkening from embarrassment.
"Shh," Gilbert coos, one hand going back to Roderick's chin, the other to the torso. "It's the best compliment right now."
"But-" Gilbert kisses him.
"You know I love your ass," Gilbert says, poking said ass with cock. Roderick gasps, the cute mood turning hot quickly.
"I want you to watch yourself," Gilbert says, making Roderick watch the mirror again. A bottle of lube appears again, and he puts it in Roderick's hand. "Lube me and then yourself."
"I-I-I," Roderick tries to fight the temptation. The hand moving on his torso stops. "Yes, Master Gilbert."
"That's a good slave," Gilbert coos. Unfortunately, he won't let Roderick look at his hands, making him use the mirror to aide him.
Roderick realizes he can't even see Gilbert's cock. It takes him a moment to figure out how to work this. Then he realizes what he needs to do. He lifts himself up so he's on his knees, hovering over Gilbert's cock. He lubes his hands and reaches back and under him, brushing the tip.
A gush of warm breath rushes against the back of his neck sending chills down his spine.
He brushes his fingers around the tip a bit more, before sliding his hands farther down as far down as he can reach. He slowly strokes the cock, concentrating on the reflection in the mirror is way harder than it seems.
"Now you," Gilbert pants, causing his hot breath to dance across one of Roderick's ear, creating a moan.
Roderick grabs the bottle of lube again. Blindly, he guides his hands down his back to his ass. He slides a finger between the cheeks, trying hard to find his opening. There. He found it. A small smile crosses his lips happily.
The sensation of pushing one of your own fingers inside yourself for the first time is completely foreign and takes Roderick by surprise. He moans, loudly. This instigates a moan in response.
"Hurry, add more and prep," Gilbert demands, beginning to really need this.
Roderick decides not to ask how in the world he can't already be prepped, after all the positions they've been in. He obeys, sticking another two in. He remembers that's all Gilbert put in. He tries to imitate the movements Gilbert first used, scissoring, pumping.
After a few moments, he deems himself ready and pulls his hands out. He tries to position himself above Gilbert's cock. Gilbert smirks and helps him out.
And then Roderick pushes down, taking Gilbert's cock inside him to the base, opening his mouth wide in a silent scream. He tries to tilt his head back as his eyes roll back into his head.
"Watch," Gilbert growls.
Roderick makes a noise to respond, trying his best to watch their hot, sweating bodies slide against each other in the mirror. How he rides up, and then down, up, and then down. Sweat glistens across his chest. Gilbert's free hand drawing designs around Roderick's nipples. Gilbert's half hidden expression of bliss.
And then his own expression of bliss-eyes half lidded, mouth open wide enough for a cock, glasses askew, cheeks lightly painted in red, hair plastered to his head with sweat. He realizes as he cums why Gilbert wants him to watch himself. The sight of him like this is truly beautiful.
With another thrust, Gilbert comes inside of him again.
They sit there, panting.
"Get up," Gilbert demands. Slightly shocked by the harshness, Roderick obeys clumsily. Gilbert gets up and heads into the kitchen. "C'mon."
"Huh?" Roderick asks. He slowly gets up, realizing he doesn't have very much energy in his body. He wonders if he has enough to get there. "I thought you said we'd be fucking like bunnies all night."
"We are," Gilbert says from the kitchen. "It's already midnight."
Roderick finds the clock on the wall and it reads 12:01AM. How long have they been going for?
"Why am I so weak?" Roderick asks, leaning on the wall for support as he tries to find his way to the kitchen. He can hear lots of banging from in there.
"The drawback of those pills is they leave you horny far longer than the energy they give you," Gilbert explains.
"What?" Roderick rounds the corner into the kitchen just in time to see Gilbert dropping some pills into two tall cups of apple juice. He uses a spoon to stir both, and then sticks it in his mouth to get the last little bit. He turns around and looks at Roderick.
"You're so weak you can't walk that far?" Gilbert teases. Roderick pouts again.
"I'm not a bunny like you," Roderick says. Gilbert laughs. "I've never done this much before."
"I figured, you prude," Gilbert says with laughter still in his voice. He tosses the spoon into the sink and walks over. He pulls Roderick's arm around his shoulders, and then picks him up off his knees.
Roderick yips in response, grabbing tighter for dear life. Gilbert just laughs some more and sticks Roderick on the counter. Then he reaches for the cups.
"These will last another few rounds for me, then we'll need something sugary to help keep the high," Gilbert says, handing Roderick a cup. Roderick accepts and they clink cups, saying cheers, and throwing their heads back, drinking up.
Gilbert swallows his a lot faster than Roderick. He sets his cup down and watches his partner. There's a trickle of juice running down Roderick's chin and neck.
"You spilt," Gilbert says. Roderick puts his cup down in time to avoid spilling the contents over Gilbert as he licks the juice up.
"G-Give me warning!" Roderick exclaims.
"I did," Gilbert says, between licks. He started at the bottom of the trickle, and laps it up, traveling higher and high.
Roderick's temporary anger vanishes as the tongue dances on his sensitive skin. He wraps his arms around Gilbert's head and neck, holding the man close. He moans, pulling tighter.
"Fuck me dry," Roderick says.
Gilbert doesn't need to be told twice as he obeys immediately, pushing Roderick flat on the counter and climbing up. He turns Roderick around again, doggy style, and positions himself.
"Ready," Gilbert says.
"Fuck me dry," Roderick repeats, trying to add a snarl to it. Gilbert growls as he slams in. Roderick cries out in surprise and pain. As he's being slammed into again and again, the empty cups are knocked onto the floor.
And like before, the slamming movement pushes him across the counter. He reaches out for anything to grab onto, to stop himself from sliding off.
He finds something stationary and grabs onto it for dear life. There's a really powerful thrust and that's when he realized the object was the sink hand. With the thrust, his hand is thrown forward, blasting the cold water down his head.
He didn't realize he was half in the sink. I suppose ignorance is bliss. The cold water surprisingly doesn't damper his mood, just makes it harder to breath.
"You ok?" A confused Gilbert asks.
"Keep going, Master," Roderick begs. Gilbert shrugs. If Roderick wants to use the faucet as a sex toy, let him.
The sensation of the water, Gilbert's hand on his cock and his cock inside him pushes Roderick over the edge. Gilbert pulls out, looking around for anything else they could use as sex toys.
He smirks when another idea hits him. He jumps off the counter and starts to walk away.
"Nya," a wet hand grabs his shoulder. He looks back at Roderick.
"What?" Gilbert asks patiently.
"What are you doing?" Roderick asks.
"I was going to tie you up with the towels," Gilbert says. Roderick smirks, something dark dancing in his eyes. Gilbert hasn't seen that look on Roderick-ever. He wonders what the Austrian is planning. The water turns off and Roderick sits up.
"I have a better idea," Roderick says.
"Do tell," Gilbert prompts.
"Don't watch me set it up," Roderick says as he jumps off the counter. "Go clean up the front area or something."
"Ok," Gilbert says, walking out. He finds stuff pulled off the hangers in the closes, the mirror streaked with sweat and their pants somehow tied together. He doesn't really remember how they came off. When he hears the microwave beep, curiosity kills the cat and he walks back, leaving the mess as is.
Roderick is not in the kitchen. A slight wave of panic hits Gilbert as he takes a step in.
"Roderick?" Gilbert calls out.
"Dining room table," Roderick responds. Gilbert walks across the kitchen to the dining room and stops misstep, nearly cuming right there at the sight. He leans against the doorframe to support himself as he jerks off twice and cums.
"What? Too repulsive," Roderick asks, propping himself up on his elbows. He's lying on a cloth with ice cream toppings spread around him, his erection topped with whip cream and a cherry. Dark chocolate sauce is drizzled all along his chest, leading down to his puckered hole. A wet, dripping chocolate covered strawberry in his mouth.
"No," Gilbert gasps. "Perfect."
"Devour me," Roderick should not have said that.
Gilbert turns to him, his red eyes glowing with lust like when they were first attacked by that tentacle monster of an octopus. With an animalist roar, Gilbert jumps the poor Austrian, slamming him against the table.
Gilbert bites the strawberry in half, quickly chewing his half, forcing Roderick to his. Roderick barely gets time to swallow before Gilberts tongue is in his mouth, spreading more and more of that delicious chocolate-strawberry juice.
Soon, Gilbert is attacking the chocolate smudged collar bones, licking and sucking, trying to eat up all of his partner. He never planned them, but hickies start forming. He bites a puckered nipple, causing a scream of pleasure. He kisses it, gaining a moan.
Vital regions grind against vital regions, chocolate and whip cream smearing as the cherry falls down into the unknown. Roderick bucks, his body begging for more.
"Master Gilbert," he moans as he pulls on Gilbert's body, scrapping soft nails against his back.
"Tell me what you want," Gilbert says huskily.
"I want you in me so bad! I want you to take me again! I want you to do what you promised and fuck me raw on the dining room table," Roderick gasps.
"I supposed I'll keep my promise," Gilbert smirks and suddenly slams inside. Roderick arches back, throwing his head back in a silent scream. They rock the table, hoping in the back of their minds it doesn't break.
Since the mirror, this is the first time Gilbert's got a real chance to look at his partner. Short, sweat soaked brown hair. Dark rims framing the perfect violet eyes. That odd little mole on the left of those puckered, abused lips. He inwardly smirks. Three semesters and he finally did it. This guy has been his hardest prey yet.
He nuzzles in Roderick's neck, to hide the smirk. Roderick moans louder, so he does it more, more into the neck. The moaning lessens. This strikes Gilbert as odd. His face is more sensitive?
Gilbert nuzzles up, and there's louder moaning. He examines Roderick's face.
-Don't tell me, that mole acts like the Italian's curl?- Gilbert realizes. Well, there's only one way to find out. Gilbert kisses the mole. Roderick shoots his load all over again. The surprise of the release sends Gilbert over the edge too.
They lie on the table for a moment, before Gilbert meets Roderick's eyes.
"Did you know about that?" Gilbert asks.
"About what?" Roderick asks. Gilbert smirks and kisses the mole again. Roderick arches, gaping, eyes rolling back, moaning heavily.
"I'll take that as a no," Gilbert says.
"Wow, what was that?" Roderick asks.
"An erogenous zone," Gilbert says. "It's a literal sex drive button."
"Aw," Roderick whines. "That's not good, you'll attack it whenever you get the chance."
"Thanks for the permission," Gilbert says, kissing it again, earning a similar reaction.
"M-Master Gilbert, please don't kiss me there again," Roderick says.
"Why? You like it," Gilbert says.
"Yes, but, I'm already about to cum again," Roderick says.
"Just two kisses there?" Gilbert taunts and chuckles. Roderick whines. "Fine. Let's get you cleaned up."
"O-Ok," Roderick says as they get up. They head up to the shower and Gilbert turns the shower on. "Um…"
"What?" Gilbert responds, looking back and testing the water.
"Together?" Roderick asks.
"That's the plan," Gilbert says. He's confused when he sees Roderick's expression turn into one of relief. Gilbert looks back into the shower, hiding his expression. For the first time tonight, he asks himself what he has done to his roommate.
"Is it warm enough yet?" Roderick asks, leaning on Gilbert. "I'm tired."
"Well, yeah, it's close to two," Gilbert says.
"How did that much time go by?" Roderick asks with a yawn.
"The pills. They're just now reaching the end," Gilbert says.
"It's over?" Roderick panics, wide eyed.
"No, they should last about another hour. But this is the final stretch," Gilbert explains, a little sad. Soon, reality is going to hit Roderick and Gilbert will have to deal with the consequences.
"Then let's make this the best!" Roderick exclaims, sticking his hand in.
"What?" Gilbert asks, slightly shocked. Are the pills not wearing off as much as he thought?
"What? You've got to fill me up in the shower, remember? And then it's your bed," Roderick says. Gilbert just looks at him wide eyed. The pills must have a longer effect on a prude.
In reality, Roderick doesn't want it to stop. He doesn't want to think about what's going on or what he's doing. How everything they've done so far is wrong on so many levels. They'll never be able to go back to what they were. And Roderick knows he'd be the first to snap if they tried. Because to Gilbert, he's just another fuck.
Roderick puts his glasses and the collar on the counter and jumps in the water to distract himself.
"I'll wash you if you do me!" Roderick exclaims, a mix of exhaustion, pills, sugar and the mood making him very giddy.
"Of course," Gilbert says, following him in. He pours some shampoo into his hand and reaches up and starts scrubbing Roderick's scalp. It's hard to do because the relaxed moans coming from the owner of that soft, short, sweat soaked, wet hair. Gilbert's just glad he's staring at Roderick's back, so his expression is hidden. With the extra bubbles and a washcloth, he washes Roderick's back, tracing the muscles, memorizing them for his wildest dreams.
All too soon, the shampoo is washed out. Gilbert turns around. Roderick takes the shampoo and scrubs that silky silver hair. He examines the albino's body thoroughly, wanting to imprint everything into his memory for the lonely nights in the future.
And there will be lonely nights.
Many lonely nights.
Once the shampoo is washed out, an idea strikes him again. He steps around Gilbert, reaching for the soap. He knocks it off the ledge.
"Opps," Roderick says, and bends over at the waist, pushing his ass against Gilbert's hard cock.
"You did that on purpose, you ass," Gilbert says between gritted teeth. Roderick holds onto the edging for support and grinds back.
"Take me Gilbert, fill me up," Roderick says, looking over his shoulder.
"Just remember you asked for it," Gilbert says as he positions. "Wait, lube has been washed out."
Roderick looks around.
"Shampoo?" Roderick says.
"I'm told it stings for you," Gilbert says, his only escape from this shattered. The gravity of all of this is hitting him.
"It doesn't matter. I want you to fill me up," Roderick says. Gilbert sighs and gives in. He lubes up with said shampoo and slides in. Roderick hisses, realizing that sting really does mean sting. He's glad the shower wipes away any and all the tears that slide out his eyes.
Gilbert wraps a hand around Roderick's cock and pumps in time, earning moans. Shortly, they cum again. This time it's way easier to clean up.
"C'mon, let's go get some sleep," Gilbert says, turning off the water. -Tomorrow's going to be hell-
"Ok," Roderick says, walking straight into Gilbert's room and plopping down on the giant bed.
"Are you sure you want to sleep with me?" Gilbert asks.
-Should have known I was just another fuck- Austrian hides his face in a pillow to hide his bitterness.
"You're going to wake up tomorrow, not horny at all, probably regretting all of this," Gilbert explains, thinking the face hiding is just stubbornness.
"Do you?" Roderick asks.
"Do I what?" Gilbert asks, caught off guard again.
"Do you regret this?" Roderick asks.
It takes him a few minutes to collect himself, but finally Gilbert responds: "no"
Roderick turns to him, staring wide-eyed in shock, with the biggest smile plastered on his face.
"What?" Gilbert asks, annoyed. "Don't act so happy. You're going to regret it." He sits on his bed and looks at Roderick. "I'm tempted to go sleep in your bed."
"No!" Roderick exclaims, clinging to Gilbert from behind.
"What's got you all worked up?" Gilbert asks.
"You promised one last thing," Roderick whispers seductively in Gilbert's ear.
"Huh?" Gilbert asks, trying to remember.
"Fuck me in bed," Roderick whispers. A chill runs down Gilbert's spine.
"No," it takes all of his will power to not take the willing Austrian right there.
"Why not?" Roderick shouts, moving back and away.
"I'm tired, I'm surprised how long the pill has worked for you," Gilbert lies. He takes the opportunity to lie down on his half. Unfortunately, that shows off how willing his body is. He regrets not thinking that through as Roderick hungrily devoirs him with his eyes.
"I know a position where I do all the work, you can just rest there and cum in me as you please," Roderick says.
"Fine, as long as I don't have to do much work," Gilbert says, putting his arm over his eyes. He can feel Roderick moving. Gilbert gasps as his cock is enveloped in a hot mouth. He arches a little, not expecting it.
That devilish tongue swirls around the tip, sending jolts up Gilbert's spine. He grabs the sheets with one hand. His body wants this so much; a low growl like moan escapes his throat. He curses his own mind for letting reality hit.
In the back of his mind, Gilbert wonders how much Roderick is still affected by the pills. They should be wearing off by now.
In reality, the pills wore off Roderick a while ago. He's just able to deny reality a lot better than Gilbert. He doesn't want to think of the one he's hurting most with this night.
"Ro-Roderick-k," Gilbert lets out a low moan. Roderick looks up. Another sight that helps Roderick push off reality. He thought he was beautiful in the mirror, but the sight of his partner in pure bliss is beyond beautiful, it's amazing.
Roderick moves, sitting up. The disappointment that crosses Gilbert's expression encourages Roderick to continue. Roderick positions himself above Gilbert and slams down. The shock of the movements cause Gilbert's eyes to go wide, mouth agape.
"Ro-Roderick!" Gilbert hisses. Roderick smiles, pushing himself back up, then sliding down again. Gilbert groans, he tries hiding them with his hand.
"I want to hear you, see you," Roderick leans forward, gently guiding the hands away from his partners. Roderick can't push reality off anymore, seeing that face. Gilbert is clearly battling with himself, in body wanting more, in mind trying to stop. Roderick stops bouncing. "Gil?"
"Yeah," Gilbert barely manages.
"What's wrong? Don't you want me?" Roderick asks. Gilbert reaches up and brings Roderick down into a searing, wanting kiss.
"That's the problem," Gilbert whispers, locking their eyes.
"How is that a problem," Roderick's voice cracks, knowing the answer.
"Your girl," Gilbert mouths, but Roderick knows.
"I'll talk to her tomorrow," Roderick says. "I'll let her know what happened, how much I want you now."
"You don't want me," Gilbert looks away.
"Yes I do!" Roderick shouts, sitting up and bouncing. The friction makes Gilbert hiss and squirm.
"That's the pill talking!" Gilbert shouts back, bucking.
"No it's not!" Roderick shouts, hissing from the unexpected movement.
"Yes it is!" Gilbert repeats the movement, this time Roderick is ready, riding him properly.
"It wasn't at the aquarium!" Roderick exclaims, pulling his winning card.
"The aquarium?" Gilbert asks, thinking back to how this all started. "Yeah, you'd rather it be me than a tentacle monster who rapes you!"
"It's not rape if I want it!" Roderick shouts, glaring at his partner. "Don't forget, after we got out, I still let you!"
"Because you thought it was your fault I ended up horny!" Gilbert fights back. "It's not your fault!"
"Then why the hell have you been trying for three semesters to get in my pants?" Roderick exclaims. "What? Now that you finally have, you don't care anymore? You don't want me anymore?"
A moment of silence passes as Gilbert glares darkly into Roderick's eyes. Roderick begins to realize what he said was the wrong thing and fear begins to creep into him. He opens his mouth to say something and suddenly everything goes dark as their positions are flipped.
Once he focuses again, he realizes that Gilbert is slamming into him, hard, hitting his sweet spot, creating screams of pleasure.
"I want to be able to come home and fuck you dry every night, all over the house," Gilbert growls into his partner's ear as he slams in again and again. "I care about you, I want you so badly. But this is the last time because I already ruined your life."
It finally hits Roderick as he cums again and Gilbert follows suit.
He really cares.
An exhausted smile crosses Roderick's lips.
"What?" Gilbert asks, pulling out and plopping down on the bed.
"You care," Roderick mutters.
"What?" Gilbert shoots up onto an elbow. "Of course I care about you!"
"No, I mean this wasn't… For you, I'm just not another fuck," Roderick mutters. Gilbert pulls him into a tight embrace.
"You ass," Gilbert whispers into that wet brown hair. "I care."