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Dust needed a way to distract himself from the hallucinations that clouded his mind, and as much as he'd like to, bring drunk 24/7 wasn't an option. So, he picked up old habits, and started running researches and experiments by himself. Other than him, Killer remembered some of his scientific years, but he didn't care about any of that anymore. Sometimes he would pass by and help a bit, give him some words to work with, but it was clear it wasn't his cup of tea anymore. Not to mention poor old Horror, that could barely remember anything that happened in the human's neutral run.
So yup, he was alone in this one, and he liked that. Picking up old habits he enjoys and can do in relative calm really made him feel better, sometimes. The voices weren't as loud at least. He loved to create the most random potions, all injected with magic that had innumerable different reactions.
And well, experiments need subjects. And Killer was one hell of a lab rat. Cross too, I guess, just not always voluntarily. Or ever.
He tends to sneak in his magic potions into their dinner, or they would magically appear in their room, which somehow ended in Killer always taking the effects. I'm telling you, one hell of a lab rat. This time it was no different, and Dust calmly poured the potion in Killer and Cross' plate as Horror put them on the table, the later gave him a knowing stare.
"What.. is it, this time?" Horror wouldn't stop him, he was used to their antics already. He was just glad Dust mostly never targeted him in his experiments.
"I think it's a bodyswap." Dust answered with a small shrug, as if he himself wasn't sure of what exactly he had created. In response, Horror just sighed, and proceeded to call the other members of the mansion for dinner.
Dinner went as usual, with Killers annoying voice and witty remarks, Nightmare's angry responses and Cross' annoyed ones. Dust and Horror remained mostly silent, with a comment here and there, but they were commonly the most quiet pair of the bunch.
As the table started dispersing, Dust stayed and helped Horror with the plates. It was his turn to do the dishes, but Horror decided to help him anyways, as he always did.
They stood there in a comfortable silence, before a certain gremlin walked into the kitchen and hooked his arm over Dust's shoulders. Dust gave him a glare, but Killer perfectly ignored him.
"So, what was in the food this time?" Killer asked bluntly. It's not uncommon for him to notice, but his curios nature stops him from actually doing anything about it.
"I think its a bodyswap potion." Dust wasn't impressed, he knew Killer wasn't as dense as he acts the great majority of the time, after all. He's a bit grateful that Killer indirectly volunteers to being a test subject, but he will never tell him that.
Dust could feel Killers grin growing, even if he couldn't see his face in their current position. He knew exactly what Killer was thinking, it wasn't very hard to guess. Killer ever thought about 3 things, knifes, fights, and-
"Sweet, I'll get to fuck myself."
Sex. Oh, also cats.
Dust didn't even sigh, completely expecting that answer from him. He just gave him a side eye and a groan "Just don't wake me up." That's all he said before finishing the last dish and walking out of the kitchen, Horror (who had been quiet the whole time) following suit. He gave Killer one last look and then walked off.
Killer smirked, completely by himself, almost giggling at the thought of what's there to come.
The next morning, Killer woke up really early. Earlier than anyone else in the mansion, in fact, and that's saying something considering there's a chronic insomniac in their walls (well.. obviously not earlier than Nightmare, as he never slept). What's more weird about it, is that Killer is normally the last one to wake up. Every single day.
It wasn't hard to guess why he was up this early, though.
As he woke up, he blinked a couple of times... considered going back to sleep... then remembered why he was awake so early for. He sat up suddenly and looked around, confirming what he knew was coming.
He's not in his room, but Cross'. He could smell him all over the room, the achromatic furniture with the purple decor, with posters set up perfectly on his walls. The overly organized room, not a single flaw to be seen, everything neat and clean.
Nothing like his own room.
He couldn't see much in the dark of the lightless room though, so he got up in a quick move (a bad move) and got dizzy almost instantly. Great going. Still, he managed to get into the bathroom inside Cross' room and turn on the light, looking at himself in the mirror.
Cross' body.
Killer's grin spread across Cross' features, and Killer almost cringed at the odd sight of it.
Ignoring that, he looked at himself, or well, Cross, who was already shirtless so not much of a problem there. He took a second to admire his body from this perspective, as if he hasn't had a close up to his pretty white bones multiple, multiple times. This was different. He isn't just looking at Cross, he is Cross.
His body felt heavier, stronger but slower. It felt.. weird, to not have his hate tears all over his face, as they usually are when he wakes up. It felt weird that the hate wasn't partially covering his eyes. It felt weird that there wasn't a constant red glow coming from his chest. Wait.. where's his soul?
Killer quickly tried to summon his soul, watching as Cross' soul emerged instead. So, we have each others soul's too? If I touch this, will I feel it or will he feel it? He had many questions, but.. neither of them mattered, did they? He would never do anything to Cross' soul without his permission. He returned the soul to his ribcage, where it faded until summoned again.
...what now?
I mean he could jerk off, but it's not like he's never jerked Cross off before, and he doubts it'll feel very different from jerking himself off in his own body.
Main goals? Fuck himself, annoy Cross. What can he do to spend his time until then? If he goes out to train he'll be sweaty real quick, and Cross is too much of a clean perfectionist to be into that. Same if he goes work on that car he's been working with lately, he isn't exactly a clean worker. He can't just.. sit around and do nothing, he'll go insane (more than he already is.)
...Suddenly, jerking off didn't seem like a bad idea. Admittedly a bit boring, but he doesn't really have much else to do until Cross wakes up.
Stars he wishes he were there to see his reaction when he realizes.
With a grin, Killer started stripping entirely. He was planning to take his time, even though he shouldn't be waiting on Cross for long. He has a habit of waking up really early, at 6am on the dot.
Killer could never.. today was an exception.
Lil ol' Crossy is so predictable, Killer knows exactly what he has to do to get him riled up first thing in the morning. Wonder how will he react to his own naked body? Will it creep him out, would it turn him on? Granted, Killer was pretty sure he was going to be the only fan of the idea of fucking Cross in their current state, but he's sure he'll manage. It doesn't take much to convince him.
Now he just has to wait.
At 6am in the dot, Cross started to wake up. He groaned, stretching, trying to open his eyes. It felt a little different, but the change was minimum so he paid no mind to it. He opened his eyes, slowly, but his vision was darker than usual. He blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his vision, but it didn't do much to help.
'What the hell?'
He sat up on.. what he realized wasn't his bed. And after a second, he realized this wasn't his room. He scratched his eyes a couple of times, shaking himself awake.
This is Killers room, he knows that much. He's been here enough times to be able to tell. He usually preferred his room and avoided Killer's because of how messy it was, but they still ended up there a good couple of times to.. indulge him.
But now, he didn't know why he was here. He remembered going to sleep in his room clearly. Killer might sneak into his room a few times, but barely ever the other way around, and he's sure he'd remember if he had moved from his room to Killer's.
He sighs. The room was too dark, he couldn't see more than the softly shining knifes that Killer had as decor, hung up on his walls, and a soft red lightning, somehow.
He walked up to Killers bathroom to do his usual morning routine. He could've walked to his own bathroom but.. nah. Killer's will do just fine for now. As he got up, he felt... different. Lighter, somehow. Like he shrunk. But that isn't possible, he must just be.. groggy from just waking up. It was weird and unusual, but once again he didn't question it. Enough strange things had already happened this early in the morning.
He flicks the lights of the bathroom on, turns on the sink, his gaze down and half lidded, still kind of tired. He noticed how the black spots in his vision hadn't faded away, and he looks up to the mirror.
Then he froze.
He wasn't staring at himself, as he had been obviously expecting, but Killer. His face was smudged all over with hate tears, his eyes were pitch black, and.. his soul. Killer's soul was waving in front of his chest (how hadn't he noticed that???)
'..what the fuck???'
He was about to panic in confusion, but he forced himself to take a deep breath. Calm down, Cross. There has to be an explanation for this.
Cross looked at himself again, and thought about it. What could possibly cause this..? Suddenly waking up in Killers body, with no explanation whatsover??
...Dust, of course. How hadn't he thought about it? Its not the first time something like this happened. It all makes sense now. That calmed him down. Everything is fine, just another stupid experiment he didn't agree to. That's fine.
With this newfound calm, he found himself annoyed. But still, as he thought about the whole situation, he washed his face, cleaning the hate tears away from his cheeks, leaving soft grey marks that he knew wouldn't wash away any time soon. He groaned, this whole situation was so stupid.
Wait, if he was here.. in Killer's body...
Fuck.
He finished cleaning himself as quickly as he could, didn't even bother putting a shirt on, and rushed out of the room. They couldn't shortcut inside the mansion, unfortunately.
He saw his room's door, slightly open. That sent silent warnings inside his brain. He doesn't sleep with his door open, meaning it was open on purpose. Killer was awake, and he was inviting him in.
And when he went to open the door, he knew exactly what to expect.
His angry stare met Killer's lustful one as quickly as he opened the door. His glare faltered at the sight before him, his naked body, his visibly painfully erect dick in his hands, his face sweaty and teary. Yeah, he expected Killer to be jerking off, but fuck why did he had to be so extra about it?? Why was he teary? There wasn't any cum in his sheets as far as he could see. How long had he been doing this for???
Had he just been denying himself an orgasm waiting for him?
"H-Heya, Criss-Cross." Killer could barely speak clearly, and Cross cringed at hearing his voice say those words. "Or should I call you Killer?"
How could he speak so normally in the position he's in??
"Shut the fuck up Killer. Jerking off, seriously?? It's 6 in the morning. You wake up in my body and that's the first thing you think of doing???" He sounded more.. annoyed than angry. And it was unusual hearing Killer's voice filled with anger, as it was really rare to get him truly angry.
Killer just laughed, and Cross couldn't help but cringe again at his own laugh. This was so weird.
"I didn't have anything better to do until you woke up, sorry Crossy." He didn't sound apologetic at all, Cross knew he didn't mean it. Of course he didn't.
"Can you at least stop jerking off now. Seeing my own dick from here is.. weird." He relaxed a bit, his stance going to something more.. tired looking, but his eyes kept that annoyed spark.
"What, don't you like the sight? I know I do~" Killer did, in fact, not stop jerking off. He seemed even more eager than before, his strokes slow but firm. It made Cross shiver. It was weird, but.. he couldn't help but feel curious..? Was that normal??
"Fuck off, Killer. And stop smiling, it looks weird." Cross was not about to admit that he was starting to be into this. Not at all.
"That would be like asking you to smile, properly. Impossible, I know." Even though he sounded slightly breathless, Cross could tell it hasn't been long since he started touching himself.
He decided to ignore the insult.
"How long have you been jerking off for?" He sighed and crossed his arms, still glaring, but not as much.
"Mmm.. like, 25 minutes?? Not sure." Cross was sure he would've shrugged if his hands weren't busy.
He wanted to ask, but asking such a thing was... mortifying, which was stupid considering how many times they have slept together.
"Have you cum yet?"
"Nope."
Well there's that.
"Wanna help me out? Killer offered, clearly excited, but Cross was still thinking.
Cross is a quick shot. He knows this, he'd come to terms with it a long time ago. Doesn't matter how many times he has sex, he'll always be a quick shot. And he's completely sure that it's a his body thing, as it can't be his mind or something like that, that'd be stupid. What this meant is that Killer had been actively avoiding orgasm since he started jerking off. Cross knows himself enough to know that if he was actually trying, 25 minutes were more than enough. That explains the tearing up; orgasm denial. It was one of Cross' most hated (loved) kink, and Killer knew this. That's probably why he was doing it.
"Is this whole thing a scheme so I would jerk myself off?? Or do you just wanna look at yourself from my eyes? What kind of narcissistic plan do you have in mind." He called Killer out without hesitation, knowing Killer was up to no good.
Killer just grinned at that, even though he just got found with his hands in the cookie jar. Or.. the cum jar. Does that make sense?
"Actually, I was hoping I could.. you know, fuck myself." Ever so bluntly, Killer didn't hesitate in his confession, clearly not ashamed at all.
Cross on the other hand, wasn't impressed neither.
"I'm not about to get fucked by myself, thank you very much." They always did this, bicker and bicker until Killer got what he wanted. Cross could say he hated it all he wants, but they both knew better.
Cross was just too prideful to admit it.
"Aww c'mon, can you at least suck me off? I'm so damn pent up if you don't get me off I swear you'll get blue balled." Killer teased him, he knew Cross would end up agreeing. It's part of their dynamic, at this point.
"If you get me blue balled I swear I'll cut your dick off." As he spoke, he walked closer to the bed, silently agreeing to Killer's request. Half because he didn't want to get blue balls, half because he was curious.
(In reality is just because he's curious, he knows Killer doesn't have enough self control to keep the orgasm denial for too long.)
Killer didn't even answer, he just sat up and moved to the corner of the bed, his usual grin plastered on his face. He was already loving this and Cross wasn't even on his knees yet. Hell, he'd have to wait until later in the day to get what he actually wanted, and he couldn't bring himself to mind.
Cross kneeled down, and that alone made him blush in shame. He'd suck Killer off multiple times before, why did this feel so different?? He's just.. giving a blowjob to himself. Yeah. Nothing weird about that. Yet when he found his own dick right in front of his face, he hesitated. And, of course, Killer noticed.
"Come on, Criss-Cross. Trust me, your dick feels so good all the way down my throat.. just give it a try, I promise you won't regret it~" he had always been good at persuading Cross. He knew about Killer's lack of a gag reflex, that wasn't what he was hesitating for.
"Yeah but.. it's my dick."
"Have you never wanted to suck your own dick before?"
Had Cross mentioned that he wasn't used to the voice swap yet? Or anything about this, for the matter??? He just groaned in response, not about to give an actual answer to that.
He took a second, but finally decided that it was weirder to just silently stare as his own dick twitching right in front of his face.
Yeah, no. He wanted to get over with this quickly.
As expected it didn't take long for Killer to cum. Barely any time at all, actually. A few tight strokes and some quick mouth job did the work. Is this how is it for Killer everytime he sucked Cross off?? He knew he was a quickshot but...
Nevermind, actually, he wasn't surprised.
Oh, and did he mention that Killer suddenly loved whimpering? Because he did that. The whole time. Cross knew it was so he would be forced to hear his own voice being a whiny little slut. I mean, yeah, he was whiny during sex sometimes, but Killer didn't have to exaggerate it THAT much. Did he miss out the part where he grabbed his head with one of his hands and hooked his thumb inside his eyesocket?
In the end, Killer was satisfied. At least for now, because Cross knew he would come back around later in the day and beg for him to 'let him hit'.
Cross could already hear it. He wasn't mentally prepared to hear himself say that.
After that, Killer decided to take a shower. He tried to convince Cross to join him, and he quickly tried to excuse himself saying he had to do his daily morning training.
"You're in my body, though."
"And? I do it because I enjoy it too, you know. Actually, you should join me today, I don't want my body feeling weak tomorrow."
"But- I was gonna shower!"
"Well now you're going to train with me. Shower after we're done."
"But Crossyyyyy-"
In the end, they trained together.
It's not like they don't train together often, but never so early in the morning, especially not right after an orgasm. Killer was still recovering from being all shaky. He really had pent himself up real bad back then.
After that? The day was surprisingly, relatively normal.
They didn't have any missions that day, Dust and Horror already knew this was going to happen, and Nightmare didn't care enough to ask. So their routine was almost as if they hadn't bodyswapped at all. Almost. Killer teased Cross a little bit too often, Cross felt overwhelmed everytime he was besides Horror because of the unusual size difference, which caused him to complain to Killer a couple of times about why was he so damn short.
He didn't mention how his body felt and was stronger and faster than what he expected and was actually comfortable to be in. Even if he felt a little bit more vulnerable and fragile because of the much lighter weight.
Not that Killer was fragile, not at all, but still. He was just not used to it.
Killer on the other hand seemed perfectly happy with Cross' body. He even went as far as taking knifes from his walls, since he couldn't summon any, to train with knifes in Cross' body.
He noticed a couple of things.
Killer preferred short blades, as he was a close combat, speed and precision based fighter. In a big, bulky body like Cross', he felt slower and sloppy, like his body was entirely too big for his knifes and the speed he was used to fight with. But when he summoned Cross' own swords, big and heavy, his technique was smoother. He wasn't that good at it, of course, since they had two completely different techniques, but he understood more the why of their personal weapon choice. It's like their magic summoned weapons made personally for them and for no one else to use.
He's pretty sure he would be the only one doing such an analysis over weapons and fighting styles, but hey, fighting is one of the few things he knows how to do properly, so might as well own it.
At some point, Cross showed up and Killer told him what he had noticed. The ex-guard in Cross couldn't resist, and they ended up doing multiple sparring sessions. Between Killer's teases and remarks and Cross' sloppiness and frustration, they kept fighting back and forth until they couldn't anymore, collapsing on the floor, each one with small cuts all over their bodies.
"I.. I can't anymore."
"Heh, you give up?"
"You can't even get up."
"Says who?"
Killer's body had more stamina than Cross', since it was easier to move around for him, but of course Cross was way stronger physically wise. So Killer struggled, but got up to his feet and picked up Cross from the floor with a bit of struggle.
"Fuck you're heavy."
"I'm literally you. And you weight nothing."
"Nuh uh."
In the end, Killer dropped Cross on the bed and collapsed over him. He was "asleep" almost immediately. He hugged Cross, and he realized his body felt like a doll in comparison. He felt so small in his arms...
"Killer?"
"..hm?"
"Don't fall asleep on me."
"Ugh.."
Killer remained exactly where he was, he wasn't gonna fall asleep but he was not about to move.
He almost flinched when he felt a hand on his skull, but he quickly relaxed as Cross caressed him softly. He wanted to tease him, but he knew that if he did he wouldn't get head pets anymore, so he just relaxed. In fact, he relaxed so much that if it wasn't for Cross speaking up he would've fallen asleep. Again.
"We need to go down to dinner soon, Killer." As always, Cross being the voice of reason. Too bad Killer rarely ever listened.
"M' not gettin' up, I have my food right here.." he gave a kiss to Cross' chest in emphasis, clearly not planning to go anywhere anytime soon.
"We gotta take a shower, Killer-" Cross tried, but Killer quickly discarded him
"Later.. lemme take a nap.." he was barely even tired anymore, he just really felt like taking a nap over Cross. Or over himself?
Cross just sighed, knowing that Killer wouldn't change his mind, and just indulged him by continuing the head pets, making Killer fall asleep faster than he'd admit. And surprisingly, Cross fell asleep soon afterwards, the aftermatch of the training and the calm atmosphere making him drift away as he caressed Killer's head.
Killer was sure an hour had passed since he fell asleep, and when he woke up and saw Cross still asleep under him, he couldn't help but melt mentally for a second. He stared, and stared and.. he realized he was being creepy. He should get up.
Well actually, didn't Cross say something about a shower right before he fell asleep? His memory was fuzzy but he knew for sure Cross would appreciate a little wash.
"..hey Cross?"
No answer.
"Cross??"
Nothing.
"Cross."
Still nothing.
Killer groaned and started shaking Cross, and when he woke up he was a little startled. Killer couldn't help but laugh at him.
"What was that for?!" Cross glared at Killer after calming down. He wouldn't admit that hearing his own voice wake him up had startled him. A lot.
"You -hehe- wouldn't wake up so i had to- shake you awake-" Killer explained himself between snickers.
Cross just took a deep breath. Better get up, he probably overslept. Horror didn't wake them up, so it's not time for dinner yet, at least.
Killer dragged Cross out of bed and into the shower, where he tried to get his hands on Cross a handful of times. Keyword tried, since Cross told him he didn't quite feel like it. Killer was a bit bummed out, but just sighed and told himself that he'd get a chance later at night.
Lucky for him, time flew by, and soon enough he was carrying Cross out of the dinner table and into his room once again. He was quick to take a blindfold from his drawer, grinning widely as he showed it to Cross.
"So??" Killer waved the piece of cloth on Cross' face, purposely annoying him.
Cross hesitated, but groaned as he agreed, taking the blindfold away from Killer "...alright. Let's do it."
As Cross blindfolded himself, Killer's mind had doubts for a second "...Are you sure you wanna do this, Crossy? You don't seem very.. eager."
He was sure that if Cross wasn't blindfolded, he would glare at him.
"I wouldn't agree if I wasn't sure, Killer." Welp, Killer wasn't gonna question him any further.
He got on the bed with him, helping him with the undressing until he was bare boned, which wasn't hard considering he was wearing Killer's own usual clothes. He took his own turtleneck off (Cross', of course) and started by kissing Cross neck. He loved when Cross did it to him, and he's pretty sure it's a body thing, so he wants Cross to feel just what he feels when he does it, as Cross' neck wasn't very sensitive.
Almost instantly, he felt Cross hold a deep breath. Killer smirked, knowing he hadn't been expecting it at all.
"Oh? You liked that?" As Killer teased, Cross felt his hot breath over his lightly wet neck. It made him shiver, and a soft blush started spreading across his face.
"Stars shut up, I don't want to hear my own voice saying stuff like that." He shut Killer down, too prideful to admit how good it felt. It wasn't something he was used to, and he was starting to understand why Killed liked it so much.
Killer just chuckled and moved on, going through every part of his own body that he knew was sensitive. By the time he was finished riling up Cross, he was sweating and his magic was heavy as it pooled over his pelvis.
"Come on, Crossy, summon something pretty for me.." Killer's words were whispered against Cross' neck, and he couldn't help but do as told. And that mortified him. He couldn't getting off to his own voice right now, couldn't he???
Before Killer could tease him, Cross spoke up.
"Not. A. Word."
Killer had gotten what he wanted, so he had no problem staying put this time. But Cross just knew he had a grin all over his face. Cross' face.
He was so glad he had the blindfold on.
Then he felt Killer moving down, settling between his legs and placing them over his shoulders.
"Wait- Killer what are you doing??" Without the blindfold, he couldn't see what Killer was up to, but he could guess.
"Giving back your favor from this morning, of course."
Before Cross could say anything to that, a lick against his cunt interrupted him. He held a deep breath, the sudden, unexpected pleasure washing over him. And Killer didn't stop there.
Everyone that has slept with him knew Killer was good with his tongue, but nobody ever admitted it to not give him an ego boost. He didn't need an ego boost, he knew damn well how good he was. He put his soul into eating Cross out, sucking on his clit and using his fingers here and there for extra stimulation. He didn't stop until Cross came against his mouth, and by the time he did Cross was a wet, hot mess. The only thing stopping him from begging was his pride, and that was barely holding him back.
And when Killer kissed him and he tasted the familiar taste of Killer's magic in his mouth, he decided he wasn't above begging.
"Killer- hurry up, please." He hugged Killer's waist with his legs, too needy to even think about how broad his body felt.
"Hurry up what, hm? What do you want, Crossy? Your own big dick inside you?" He couldn't help but tease, he loved it when Cross got whiny and needy.
Cross hated hearing his own voice say that, it was mortifying.
"Yes, just give it to me. Please..?" He felt his insides clench for something, and at that point he didn't care if it was his own dick. Killer did seem like he was in heaven everytime he fucked him, so why would this be any different?
Killer spared him any further begging, giving him another, shorter kiss. After that a few seconds passed, and when Cross felt his dick against his entrance, he almost flinched.
Shit. That feels so much bigger than he was expecting. And it's not like he hasn't fucked with Horror's huge cock or anything, but in Killer's body his own dick almost felt like a little too much. Almost.
He just held his breath as Killer kept teasing him, rubbing his head against his lips without a word. It didn't take much for Cross to get tired of it.
"What are you waiting for?!" He tried grinding against him, but that didn't do much to help.
He just heard Killer chuckle a bit. He was gonna press him further, clearly frustrated and pent up, and then he felt Killer push in. It was just the head, Cross knew that, and it still made him hold a breath and hold back a whimper.
"You should learn to be a lil' more patient, Crissy Cross." He couldn't see it, but Killer had the biggest grin ever. It would probably freak out anyone to see Cross grinning like that, but Killer wasn't about to care.
He kept pushing in slowly, wanting Cross to feel the stretch he always felt when they fucked. Every single time, there isn't a way to just get used to it, his pussy had to stretch open every time. He loved it, and he was about to make Cross love it too.
When every inch of Cross' dick was inside Killer's body, Cross' whimpers and low moans was all Killer could hear. There was no other stimulation going on, and still he could feel Cross twitching around him, especially when his cock throbbed inside of him. He was holding back so much, he wanted to get back to Cross for all those rounds of hate fucking they've done before, he wanted to fuck him until Cross was completely out of his mind, begging for more of his own cock.
But to do that, he had to be patient. Make Cross even more needy and desperate. How to do that? Keep it slow. Slow enough for Cross to feel pleasure, but not fast enough to satisfy him. He'll keep Cross waiting until Cross was forced to beg for him, again.
Who told you Killer was into making Cross beg? Whoever said that, they're so right. Usually he was too impatient to keep this up for too long, but how often to you get the chance of a bodyswap? He was gonna take all the time he had.
Meanwhile, Cross was almost overwhelmed by the stretch. The sting of pain, the feeling of himself inside of him, the slow thrusts, it all made his legs shake lightly over Killer's thighs. It all felt so good. He would never admit that Killer was right about this, but fuck he needed more. When he got used to the stretch, the slow thrusts were just not enough. He needed more, faster. What would be the damage of asking Killer to ruin him, if he's gonna be the one dealing with the consequences the day after?
With that thought in mind, he started begging, his mind too clouded with pleasure to think about pride anymore.
"Killer, please move faster. I know you wanna fuck me hard, please do it already I need it so bad-" he almost shuddered at hearing Killer's voice say his words. He knew it had an effect on Killer too, his dick twitching inside him.
Cross sounded to needy and desperate, how could Killer ever say no to that?
He moved their positions, making Cross whine loudly when he pulled out. He turned Cross over onto his belly and lifted his hips, and with a little of Cross' cooperation he ended up on his knees and elbows. Cross knew this was one of Killer's favorite positions, and he quickly grabbed onto a pillow and bit it.
Cross is pretty sure nothing could've prepared him for Killer thrusting into him so hard his body rocked foward. He was so glad he bit the pillow, because otherwise the noise that was muffled by it would've been heard by the whole castle.
From then, Cross could barely remember anything. From Killer's constant, hard thrusts and a occasional slap to his ass, Cross' mind became entirely clouded as he moaned into the pillow. He couldn't even beg, but Killer was pretty sure he could hear a poor attempt at saying his name every once in a while. He was also pretty sure Cross had multiple mini orgasms from being so pent up.
He felt so big inside Killer's cunt. It filled him up so well, and he knew that everytime he thrusted there was a small bump in Killer's stomach. He didn't need to see it to know that.
Unfortunately, Cross' own body played against him, because when Killer's low moans and groans started getting a little too loud and frequent, he knew he was about to cum.
Damn his own body for being such a quickshot.
What he wasn't expecting, though, was for Killer to press one of his hands against the back of his neck, holding tightly around it and pressing down with his body weight, successfully choking him. His big hands could circle around Killer's neck almost entirely, and the hold almost made Cross cum instantly.
A few thrusts after that Killer came inside him, but even as he did he kept up slow thrusts, milking every last drop of Cross' cum until he saw it gushing out of his own smaller body. Cross would've sworn that it was the last few slow thrusts that triggered such a heavy orgasm, that Killer could feel his cunt having a spasm around him.
No words were exchanged, a few minutes later they were both down from their orgasm high cuddled against each other as Killer held Cross against his chest. Both their breaths still a bit heavy, but Killer had a satisfied smile on his face.
He gave Cross a small kiss to the top of his head and took the blindfold off, melting when Cross blinked at him a couple of times with fuzzy, half lidded eyes.
"Heya, Criss Cross. Ya alright there?" He could tell Cross was almost confused at seeing his own face stare back at him, but the thought was pushed away quickly as he just hummed and nodded in response, cuddling closer to him and hugging his torso.
Killer knew the correct thing should've been aftercare, but.. fuck, he didn't want to get up. Not with Cross cuddled against him.
It's like getting up when a cat is sleeping on top of you. It's a crime.
It's not like Cross could complain about it in the morning, when they would probably be back to their own bodies.
So when the next morning he woke up feeling nasty and sticky with Cross giving him a tired but loving stare as he carried him to the bathroom, he wasn't surprised.
He didn't regret not doing aftercare that night, if it led him to getting pampered by his dear Cross so early in the morning.
You could almost say Cross loves that idiot, and that idiot loves him back.