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Okay, Spoke has had a TON of fun messing with Parrot using this journey for this "secret", don't get him wrong, BUT. God, he's been laughing for long enough now- and now he's bored! But he still wants to stick around and watch. Make sure they're not… cheating? Or something.
What does a guy do when he's thought up such an awesome plan and now he has to watch it for hours…? Listen, it's funny when Parrot and that nobody get to waste their time, but when he himself gets involved in that aspect? That's just unfair- and- totally not the point!
Buuut… he has a good idea. What does a man like him do when he's bored and alone? Hmm… C'mon, there's a few ideas.
That's right! They jerk off. And they do so using the best jerking material they have on them. And, well, right now? That's obviously Parrot. Parrot is an attractive guy. So attractive, in fact, that Spoke has actually chosen to bed with him in the past. Who would've guessed a little thing like Parrot would get so lucky, huh?
"Sooo booored…!" Spoke huffs and pouts, hand venturing underneath his loose waistband, laces untied per usual. His hand grips at his boxers, working himself up from nothing. It's not like he was horny before this. He just wants to pass time with something fun. It's a shame Spoke's little activity today doesn't entail letting Parrot have the prize that he is.
He watches Parrot from a little window in the huge obsidian walls he's got around this dessert. He's not too far away, he can make out movements, at least. Either way, Parrot's voice through the little bug he planted onto him is by far good enough. Listening to that pathetic little voice struggle with some meaningless, trivial shit is pleasure enough. Doesn't even have to be sexual.
Right now, Parrot and Wifies are split up. Thank God. Hopefully it's long before that guy shows back up again. He'd also rather not finish when he's speaking. He massages his hand against himself, really locking in to Parrot's voice and listening to all his curious little struggles. He likes talking to himself; it's cute.
"I still don't get it… What could this secret be…? I just… I- …No, this has to be important." Spoke giggles at the transmitted voice, Parrot's not even here to be able to scold him for his reactions. God, it's amazing. "I… I don't think Spoke would just… make all this for no reason."
Spoke decides he's had enough of boring clothed touch and foreplay. He stretches the waistband of his boxers and grabs his dick to start pumping it shallowly. Fuck, it's too hot how stupid Parrot is. Hey, he's not wrong. All this isn't for no reason. It's all for Spoke's entertainment! And revenge- that too- sure. But… man, he just loves to fuck with his food.
He groans, circling his thumb over his tip. He shuts his eyes to focus his attention on sounds of movement and subtle noises coming from Parrot on the other end of the line. He hasn't got the best imagination, but hearing Parrot and, frankly, just having him trapped here because of him does great things for his brain. Parrot always listens. He's good. A good little prey animal.
Spoke wraps his fist around his cock, rutting his hips into the pressure. With his hand at the base, he ruts his abdomen against it, fighting against what he can't move past like he's shoved himself too deep into Parrot- instead of just air.
"Wifies."
It's less hot when the person whose ass you're supposed to be fully sheathed in is casually saying someone else's name.
"Yeah, Parrot, I've got something. You wanna come check it out?"
"Mm."
Spoke feeds off what he's been given. A simple sound of approval. Hey, it's fine. He slows his pace down again. A little punishment for his little imaginary Parrot. Spoke can take it slow, while Parrot's begging for him to go faster. Just like he has in the past.
He lets out shaky breaths. Since Parrot isn't here to notice his weakness, he can let out a pathetic little whimper when he strokes a more attentive one across some sensitive spots. His hips jut up, dick stuttering into his hand. "Fuck. Parrot."
"So what did you find?"
And even though it's difficult, Spoke uses his fogged up brain to do everything in his power to smother the sound of the other guy. He's just some buzzing in his ear.
"Oh. Yeah."
Spoke huffs as he listens, shallow breaths that stutter with the movement of his chest. He likes the way Parrot's voice is always so devoid of life. Something about it really edges him on.
"Good job, bro. That was good."
Spoke groans along with his faster strokes. "Not the best dirty talk there, Parrot…" He croaks to himself, well aware of how stupid he suddenly feels.
And then Parrot's giggling- it's almost like he's making a mockery of Spoke. "Bro, you cannot be serious."
Spoke furrows his brows, eyes squeezed shut. He decides he'll punish Parrot with some faster jerks of his hips, really fuck into him. "Keep your stupid mouth shut, Parrot." And his breaths pick up, he might already be close.
"You're awful."
He says it all light-hearted, but Spoke doesn't like how he's not taking him seriously. And, God, if only he could show that to him for real right now. But, again, Parrot doesn't deserve that. Not in the slightest. This is where he takes. Gives him something, then leaves him empty handed. That's what's gonna be oh-so satisfying.
He ruts his hips fast and hard into his fist as it moves to finish him off. His breathing races, struggles to keep up with the pace of his heart and the tightness in his abdomen. "Parrot… God, fuck you, Parrot."
And he fucking means it when he says it. But that's what makes it so hot. He's gonna fuck Parrot with all the hate he's got, and yet they're both always gonna enjoy it.
"Huh? Spoke?"
Spoke's body buckles, keening and twitching forward. His head falls as he groans, and it swings back to rest against the wall. Cum falls across the cold and dark floor, all missing his fist with it squeezed at the base of his cock. He wishes it could've been dumped into Parrot; dirtied him and marked him.
When he comes back to semi-working clarity, he pays attention to the fact Parrot said his name. He's silent as he listens to the other end, trying to keep his mouth shut and his huffing quiet.
Wifies starts up, "Yeah. I just wonder where he is through all this. We haven't seen him at all."
"Yeah… It's weird."
He lets a heavy sigh come past his lips, and lets himself rest better in the afterglow of his orgasm. For a second there, he totally thought Parrot had heard all of that. Thank God.