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After escaping the deep sea metro, Eight needed somewhere to stay. Three also needed someone to stay with him to make sure he fully healed from his injuries. They decided that Eight would live with him until he could get his own place and till Three fully recovered. Eight would be able to help Three with his injuries from his training in the Octoling Army and Three would be able to help Eight get accustomed to inkling society.
“So, I guess you’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future, huh?” Said Three as he unlocked his apartment’s door. In response, Eight nodded. “Well let’s hope we don’t kill each other” laughed Three. To that, Eight stared blankly back at the other boy. “That was a joke” explained Three as he stepped through the door, motioning Eight to follow him.
Three began to show Eight around the apartment. “Unluckily, I only have a one-bedroom apartment. Either one of us will have to take the couch, or we’ll have to share. I would offer you the bed, but I don’t want to exacerbate my injuries. My couch is available, but it’s not comfortable to sleep on, trust me I’ve tried. You can take it anyway, but I’m fine with sharing,” Three said. Eight, comfortable with sleeping around others, gave a thumbs-up to indicate that he was okay with sharing.
“Want to order some takeout? I’m exhausted and don’t feel like cooking, and I imagine you aren’t up for it either,” Three said, and in response, Eight gave another thumbs-up. “You sure aren’t a talker are you? Any opinions on food?” Asked Three, causing the octoling to shake his head. “You don’t know much about inkling food do you? Well I’ll introduce you to some of my favorites and then we can crash,” Three concluded.
After Three ordered some food that sounded completely foreign to Eight, Three realized that they were both still in the same clothes from earlier, and that Eight probably did not have extra clothes. “That leather cannot be comfortable, do you want some of my extra clothes? I know I need to get out of these clothes, but I don’t know about you. They might be a little big on you though,” said Three. Seeing that Eight confirmed that he wanted extra clothes with a nod, Three disappeared into his room for a few minutes, re-emerging in a new set of clothes, holding some more clothes that he offered to Eight. “You can go ahead and change in my room, I’ll wait out here,” he said as Eight took the clothes.
Once Eight came back out to the main room, he noticed that Three had some food. “The delivery person got here, want some?” Asked Three. Eight cautiously took some and tried it, his face lighting up as he chewed. “Good right? Have as much as you want, I knew you must be hungry after the ordeal you just went through,” Three said.
The two finished their meal and decided that they were too tired to do anything but go to bed. Three started to get settled in, but Eight hesitated at the edge of the bed. “Get in! I promise I don’t bite, I may kick though” Three said, receiving another blank stare from Eight. “Another joke. I don’t kick in my sleep, don't worry. But do get in, I’m sure you’re exhausted,” he continued. Slowly, Eight got into the bed. When they were both settled in, Three finally said “Good night,” leaving them both to fall asleep in the bed not made for more than one person. It was cramped, but nothing that either couldn’t deal with. Both fell into a restful sleep.
As light started to filter through the window, Eight woke up and felt a weight on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw that the weight he had felt was Three’s arm. He realized that the two had moved to each other in their sleep, close enough to be considered cuddling. He didn’t want to disturb Three, but also didn’t want to make him uncomfortable when he woke up, but before he could make a decision, he heard Three say something. “Mmm Eight, don’t stop,” he moaned. When Eight realized what was happening, his face went red. He also realized what had been poking into his back since he woke up.
Three began to wake up, and he saw Eight’s face. “Are you okay?” He asked, before realizing his own predicament. “Shit. I’m so sorry. Do you want me to go?” He said. Eight, still blushing, shook his head. Instead he reached his hand out and brought it to Three’s crotch. Looking back up at Three, Eight crooked his head to ask if it was okay. “Fuck Eight, you sure?” Three asked, and in response Eight nodded. “God please, go ahead.”
Slowly, Eight tugged Three’s pants down far enough to uncover his underwear. He reached under the waistband and grabbed his cock and started to drag his hand along it, provoking a moan from Three. This caused Eight to stroke faster, dragging more sounds from Three. “Ngh fuck Eight if you keep going like this I’m going to cum,” he moaned.
Eight took his hand off, and finished down Three's underwear. He repositioned himself to be eye level with Three’s crotch and licked a stripe down his cock, drawing out a moan from Three. He put the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Three did not last long before he came, covering Eight’s face. “Ah shit, sorry Eight. I tried to warn you but I was too distracted,” Three said. “I feel bad, you just pleasured me, do you want me to help you?” He continued, and in response, Eight nodded.
Three helped Eight sit back up with his back against the headboard, and he sat between Eight’s legs. He took off Eight’s pants and underwear, and was greeted with Eight’s cock. He took it in his mouth and started to suck, causing Eight to make the first sound he had heard since they got home. He moaned Three’s name, the only word that Three had ever heard from Eight. This caused Three to want to fuck out even more words from the other man.
After a little, Three asked, “can I fuck you?” And in response, Eight nodded. Three pulled a condom and lube from his bedside table, and he started to prepare Eight. He poured copious amounts of lube onto his fingers and put one inside of Eight. With another moan from Eight, he added a second finger and started to scissor open Eight. Finally he added a third finger. While trying to open up Eight, he brushed his prostate, causing Eight to moan his name again. “So this is what gets you to talk huh?” Three asked, following with, “are you ready for me?” Blushing, Eight nodded.
After putting on the condom and using more lube, he slowly entered Eight. “Is this okay?” He asked, with a nod as a response from Eight. He continued to press forward into Eight, drawing out more moans. He bottomed out, and he pulled back out again. He started to thrust in and out, causing more moans from Eight.
While fucking him, Three kisssed Eight. They kissed till they could not keep going. Three, letting Eight catch his breath again, started to suck on Eight’s neck, before going back to his lips. They continued to kiss, breaking occasionally to take breaths.
“God I think I’m cumming again, can I come inside?” Asked Three. Eight moaned a yes, the first thing he said beside Three’s name. Three came, losing the rhythm to his thrusts. He kept fucking Eight until he also came all over his shirt.
“Give me a second to recover and I’ll grab a towel from the bathroom to clean up,” Three said as he pulled out and sat back down onto the bed. He got up after a few seconds and left the room, coming back with a towel. “Let me help you get cleaned up,” he said, as he brought the towel to Eight. He helped Eight clean the cum off himself, before getting up to get a different shirt for him.
Bringing back the shirt to Eight, he said “I’m sorry my clothes are big on you. I understand if you want this to be a one time thing, you can live somewhere else that has an extra bed so you don’t have to share with me.” After a while of silence, and what looked like deep thought from Eight, he finally said “I would like to continue this.” “That sounds wonderful,” Three said, “I just have one question, why have you talked so little?” Eight responded, “I was worried about your reaction to my accent, but I couldn’t control my voice in sex. I also do not have the best grasp on inkling.” “I see, if you would like, I can help you learn inkling better. You should’ve worried about my reaction, I could never think anyway but fondly after what you have done,” Three said. Eight just smiled in response.
They decided that they were too tired to do much and cuddled in bed, talking about the details of what their future relationship would entail. Finally, they fell back asleep in each other’s arms, content to find what the future would hold for them one day at a time.