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Fresh's birthday was coming up soon and Killer still didn't have a gift! It wasn't like he forgot! He just hadn't found the perfect gift yet. Fresh was just so… special. Killer didn't feel qualified enough to get Fresh a present that actually fit his interests and hobbies. Fresh was mostly into 80's or 90's stuff, and Killer didn't trust himself to find something that Fresh didn't already have or something that was actually gift-worthy.
Killer tossed and turned in his bed as he tried to figureout Fresh's present. He'd been,sadly, kicked out from the large bedroom by Pepper when he hed tried to get frisky. Fresh's birthday was just in a few days, and Killer still hadn't gotten him a gift!
Killer groaned in frustration. He was getting nowhere by just laying in his bed. He finally rolled out of his bed. Killer hoped he could find a gift in his room or at least an idea for a gift. He didn't want to give his husband just anything, it had to be meaningful and show how much time he would spend just for the big goof.
Killer just couldn't find anything! He rubbed his hands over his face trying to calm himself. He tensed when he felt his sticky goo tears stain his hands. The small skeleton groaned in frustration. Nothing was going well for him. He hastily made his way out of his room and he climbed up the stairs. He didn’t like the way his hands felt so he was going to wash himself up.
Killer found the bathroom at the top of the stair and he quickly stepped inside. The skeleton didn’t even bother turning on the lights, he just wanted the black goo off of him. Killer turned on the tap with his elbows and quickly washed away the hate. He decided that, since he was here, he could wash away the hate from his face too. Killer dipped in his head close to the running water and splashed the cool water against his skull.
Since his hands were clean, Killer finally decided to turn on the lights. He looked at his own reflection as fresh goo started to drip down his cheek bones. He really needed to calm down and wash his face. This was getting him nowhere.
Killer stared at his features for a few moments, staring at the slow drip of his goo and the way his agitated soul pulsed. Then, he had a thought. What if… he gave Fresh something he was good at? Like an action rather than a physical object.
The short skeleton grinned at himself. That could work! He could even pull out one of his old outfits to really sell the act. That might be a bit much, but Killer would totally do that for Fresh’s birthday.
Killer discreetly ran back to his room. He didn’t want to wake up the others this late in the night.
The skeleton shuffled back into his bed, settling under his blankets. He could finally go to sleep peacefully, no longer troubled by his missing gift.
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The day had finally come. It was Fresh’s big day. Killer, Pepper, and Nightmare had to lock Fresh in his room while they set up the decorations. Doing this is probably inhuman, but they weren’t even human so—
Fresh was just so excited for his own birthday, they had to lock him up so they could even have a chance of keeping the surprise. Fresh had started banging on the door a while ago, which seemed to irritate the other inhabitants since it was getting honestly very annoying.
Pepper was the one preparing the cake, but he also managed to keep watch on Killer. It was honestly impressive how he could dual-task. And it was for good reason too! The only thing Killer wanted to do for the past half-hour was sneak away.
Killer finally found his chance when Pepper got distracted by focusing on the cake decorations. Killer carefully crawled away, sneaking past Nightmare, who was putting up decorations with his handy tentacles.
Killer excitedly made his way down the stairs, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. He made a short stop at his room to prepare his gift.
Killer chuckled lightly when he heard quiet wailing coming from Fresh’s room. Killer must’ve made too much noise, ’cause Fresh’s wailing turned into actual words.
“Killer? Yo, is that you, my dude?? I could really use your help! Yo, Nightmare totally trapped me in my room! And I swear Bobby swiped some of my torches just to mess with me!!! It’s too dark in here, dude.”
Killer chuckled at Fresh’s dorkiness and decided to keep quiet. He still needed to finish setting up Fresh’s birthday present. Killer finally walked into his room then shut the door behind him, muffling some of Fresh’s whines and dramatic wails.
Killer easily slipped out of his clothes, adding on to the pile of random stuff in the corner of his room. He shivered subtly as his naked bones were exposed to the cool air of his room.
Killer dropped to his knees and looked under his bed, his gaze stopping to look at a dusty cardboard box. He grabbed both sides of it and pulled the box from under his bed.
His hands struggled to open the box, shaking slightly. Killer's grin widened as he finally took sight of the contents of the box. It was a bunch of Killer's old sexy outfits that he used to use a lot. He didn’t really use them these days since nobody else seemed to like them as much as he did.
Killer carefully searched through the neatly folded clothing. His face brightened when he finally found what he wanted: his precious maid dress outfit. He took really good care of these types of clothing, so the dress was even put away in a bag.
Killer carefully unwrapped the dress, setting all the extra accessories on his bed. He slipped the dress over his head and pulled it down his skeletal frame. He looked at himself through his mirror, patting down any wrinkles and making sure he looked good.
Once he was happy with himself, Killer picked up the accessories, which included fishnet leggings, gloves, the maid hat thingy and a ribbon that Killer tied around his neck.
Killer smirked at his own reflection. He looked nice. Even if Fresh didn’t end up understanding his gift, Killer would still be happy dressed like this.
Since Killer was finally happy with himself, he opened his door to make his way out. He was greeted by Fresh’s loud crying, and it kinda reminded him of a cat when they were locked inside a room for too long.
Killer finally took pity and he crossed the hallway, reaching Fresh’s door. The small skeleton had barely touched the doorknob when suddenly Killer couldn’t hear anything from Fresh. It was like someone had muted him, and it disturbed Killer to no end.
Killer finally opened the door and peeked inside, his gaze searching for Fresh. Killer had to squint as he was flashbanged by the amount of torches Fresh put up. Killer finally slipped inside and locked the door behind him.
The short skeleton finally found Fresh’s tall and colourful frame curled up on his bed, petting his tamagotchi as if it was a real pet. Killer chuckled lightly in disbelief. Fresh looked so cute. Even if he was pouting like a toddler.
Killer slowly made his way over to the big lump on the bed. Killer had a mischievous look in his eye sockets as he saw the lump perk up and look at him.
Fresh visibly brightened at the sight of his husband. He sat up on the bed, his legs hanging in the air. “Killer, ma Man! You finally heard me screaming? I need you to help me escape. They put something on ma door and I can’t leave. Can you unlock it for me?”
Killer chuckled in disbelief. He actually couldn’t believe their plan worked. They literally just used a kid’s lock on Fresh’s door. He shook his head, still grinning brightly.
“Sorry, hotstuff. I’m not even supposed to be here. I just wanted to give you your gift early,” he said, getting close enough to stand in front of Fresh.
Fresh seemed to pout again when Killer said no, but he raised a brow at the mention of a gift. The taller skeleton was suddenly very interested in the conversation, checking Killer out in search of the gift.
“Where is it then? I mean… cool fit. Does that have to do with my gift?”
Fresh almost sounded disappointed. Killer couldn’t help but feel bad. He really didn’t want for Fresh to hate his birthday gift.
Killer tried to brighten up the mood. “It has everything to do with your gift! I’m gonna be your maid for today, and for any other day if you so please. Just ask me anything (reasonable) and I’ll deliver,” Killer said with a grin. He neatly folded his gloved hands over the front of his dress and mimicked a bow.
Fresh raised an eyebrow and a smirk spread across his features. “That’s radical bro. Then… Can you get me out of here? I need to see what you guys are doing up there that I’m not allowed to see.”
Killer’s face fell slightly. He clearly expected to have some fun right now but this was obviously more in character for Fresh. Killer quickly tried to hide his disappointment. He stood up from his bow and clasped his hands together. “Sorry sweet toots, that’s the only thing I can’t give you. But I can distract you… and help you relax if you’d like?”
Fresh lazily narrowed his eye sockets. He tilted his head to the side, checking Killer out once more. “Help me relax? Broski… What are you offering?”
Killer grinned. Fresh was clearly interested in his offer. Killer took a step closer, now standing between his spread thighs. He put his hand on Fresh’s femur, looking up. “Well, I noticed how tense you were and that’s just wrong! We can’t have you feeling nervous or stiff on your birthday. I’m just offering… a way of relief. I promise it’ll be fun~~
Fresh furrowed his eyebrows, still confused. He was really slow when it came to things like this. It wasn’t until Killer started moving his hand up Fresh’s femur that he understood what was happening. Fresh froze, and Killer grinned, opted to just rub his hand up and down Fresh’s thigh soothingly.
Killer looked up at Fresh, still smiling. He seemed to be enjoying his surprise. He still didn’t touch anything else but his femur. Killer didn’t do anything without consent despite his perverse personality. He raised a brow and asked, “Are you any interested in my offer? I’m doing this for you, so I can promise you’ll enjoy yourself~”
Fresh fumbled with the hem of his shirt as he thought about it. He could easily tell Killer off… but he was kinda curious where this birthday gift could go. Fresh nodded hesitantly and watched as Killer’s face brightened.
Killer grinned widely, very happy with his outcome. He took Fresh’s shifty hand and kissed the back of it. “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, you’re in good hands now. I’m gonna take care of you so good you’re gonna be relaxed before you know it.”
Killer’s hand slowly crawled up Fresh’s femur. He could tell how tense Fresh was by just looking at him, so he didn’t want to spook him by going too fast.
Killer paid close attention to Fresh’s expressions and body language. Lucky for him, Fresh was very expressive and easy to read. Killer looked for any discomfort or hint of second guessing.
When Killer didn’t see anything, he gripped the hem of Fresh’s shirt and pulled it up slightly. Killer looked up at Fresh, still grinning. “Can you hold this up for me, fruity pebbles?” His voice sounded sultry as he gestured to the hem of Fresh’s shirt.
Killer’s grin somehow widened as he saw Fresh hesitantly take his shirt and pull it up to his chin. Killer appreciated the cooperation and started checking Fresh out. His gaze lingered on Fresh’s broken rib for a moment before lowering to where the action would be happening.
Fresh sucked in a breath as Killer’s hand got closer to his core. He couldn’t help but feel nervous. Killer easily noticed this and stopped, instead moving his hand up and down Fresh’s femur soothingly. Killer decided to speak up again, his voice soft and comforting. “It’s okay, just relax for me. You can push me away or tell me off if you don’t like it."
Killer waited a moment, then another. When Fresh made no move to stop him, he grinned. Killers gaze lowered back to the front of Freshs pants. Fresh was... excited, but it was clear he would need some help.
Killer's hand glided higher and higher up until he was just shy of touching Freshs crotch. He glanced up at Freshs expression, checking one last time for a sign of doubt or hesitation. When Killer didn't see anything, his hand gently but firmly cupped Freshs bulge.
Killer wanted a reaction, and he got one. Fresh tensed, before trying to relax again like Killer had previously asked of him. It felt... weird. Fresh wasn't used to doing this kind of thing. He still didn't really understand what was going on when they did this. Fresh just knew it made Killer happy and he felt relaxed afterwards.
Fresh sighed when Killer started moving his hand. It felt nice... bit he still felt weird. This felt odd... Killer wasn't getting anything out of this. When they usually did this, it was for Killer, since he's the one who always asks. Fresh nervously fumbled with the hem of his shirt that he was still holding.
"Broski... Don't cha need me to do somethin too? This feel wrong... ngh..." His words were slurred as he spoke. It was getting harder and harder to talk when Killer kept moving his gloved hand against his bulge like that. Freshs shoulders slumped, finally starting to relax.
Kiler shook his head, still grinning from ear to ear. "You're too sweet~ Just focus on how you're feeling right now. You're already doing such a good job. I just need you to relax, nothing else...~"
Killer could feel Freshs bulge get harder underneath his touch. This was so exciting! Even if Killer wouldn't get anything out of this, it still felt amazing to serve and please his husband like this. He pressed more firmly against Freshs crotch, smiling when he heard him gasp faintly. It was clear this had an effect on him, even though he normally never sought out pleasure like he did.
Freshs breathing got heavier. Even if he wanted to talk back, he couldnt. Killers touch was making his mind hazy and his thoughts disorganized.
After a few more moments of this, Killer finally removed his hand from Freshs bulge. He grinned widely when he saw Freshs hips twitch, as if seeking the contact once again. Killer even heard Fresh let out a whine from the loss of contact. "Sweetums..? Don't leave me hangin..."
Killers finger trailed up Freshs pants, gently thumbing Freshs fanny pack. "Don't worry sweet cheeks, I have a plan to make you feel really good..." Killer skillfully unbuckled Freshs fanny pack and gently threw it somewhere on his bed. Killer hastily unbuttoned and unzipped the front of Freshs pants.
Now, Killer could finally see Freshs underwear in all it's glory: a pink glittery thong. Killer couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the sight, even if he has seen it many times before. Who would've guessed Fresh prefered to wear that under all those colourful clothing. Killers gaze was completely focused on Freshs bulge as he pulled the piece of underwear to the side.
Freshs cock finally revealed itself, springing up and standing proud. Fresh visibly shivered as the cool air hit his warm member. Killer admired the sight for a moment, gazing apon Fresh, his face flushed and his tip leaking.
Killer started to finally pity Fresh, and he carefully wrapped his gloved hand around Freshs purple dick. Fress shivered again, letting out a quiet gasp. Killer grinned, his face getting dangerously close to Freshs leaking tip. "Aww... Are you cold?~ Don't worry, I'll make sure to warm you up~..."
Frshs raised an eyebrow, wondering what Killer meant. His eye sockets then widened behind his glasses and let out a choked moan. Killer has.. wrapped his mouth around his tip, already sucking gently. "K-Killer? What are you... oh wow..."
Freshs was starting to see the appeal of this. He closed his eye sockets and leaned back further, focusing on the pleasure he felt. Killer didn't mind that Fresh was no longer looking at him. He could still see Freshs expressions and hear his pretty little noises, and that all he needed.
Killer started lowering his head, slowly taking more and more of Fresh into his mouth. It wasn't long until his nose cavity was pressed against Freshs pelvis bone.
Killer had no gag reflex, so it was pretty easy to do this. And he could tell Fresh liked it as much as he did. Killer could hear Fresh heavy breathing and his quiet moans. He could also feel the way his dick throbbed inside his mouth, laying heavily on his tongue.
After a few more moments of cock warming Freshs length, Killer finally began to move. He started to slowly bob his head, sucking and twirling his tongue around Freshs cock. Killer could hear Fresh make all sorts of noises above him, like moans, whines, gasps... All of them were music to Killers ears.
Killer doubled his efforts, focusing solely on making Fresh feel good and relaxed for his birthday. Saliva leaked down his chin. Killer hummed around Freshs manhood, making him buck his hips from the vibrations.
Killer knew Fresh had to be getting close. The taller skeleton was louder now, and his noises were only getting more and more frequent. Killer adjusted his grip when Freshs hips started bucking up. He held Fresh still, using his strength to pin Freshs pelvis to the bed.
"Ngh... K-Killer... 'm close..." Fresh coukd feel his magic tighten, a clear sigh of his upcoming climax. Fresh couldn't even think straight as he was sucking off so nicely.
Bingo. That was Killers cue. Killer was already going as fast as he could, so he just doubled his efforts everywhere else. He hollowed out his cheeks, he sucked in all the right places, he used his tongue to create delicious pressure, he hummed softly to create vibration.
It all seemed to work, cause next minute, Fresh was cumming down Killers summoned throat. Killer kept his nose cavity pressed against Freshs pelvis, swallowing the ropes of cum that hit the back of his throat.
Killer milked Fresh for a few more seconds, before finally pulling off. Killer licked his teeth, as if he just finished eating a good meal. He looked up at Fresh and cherished the dazed expression.
"Wasn't that nice?~ Now you're all relaxed~" Killer stood up swiftly, not minding how his knees hurt from sitting on his knees for so long.
Fresh finally opened his eyesockets after closing them for so long. His eye lights were hazy as he took in his surroundings again.
"...Ngh, Killer..." Fresh fell backwards onto his bed, his arms spread out beside him.
Killer carefully climbed onto Freshs bed, leaning over Freshs form. Killer grinned clearly proud of himself. He leaned closer, leaving a soft kiss on Freshs cheek.
Killer fell beside Fresh, feeling slightly tired. He curled up beside Fresh, still wearing the maid dress mind you.
They sat there in silence for a while. The silence was only broken when Pepper barged in, slightly pissed off that Killer had sneaked away somehow. He only got more annoyed when he saw Killer was in a maid dress. Pepper could connect the dots, and he didn't like it one bit.
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