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Cash got handed to a hooker, Flame fidgeted as the woman counted the bucks he gave, eyes darting around her place, looking everywhere but her. His arms stayed folded up until the girl looked at him again with a smile.
Flame was usually so confident, cocky? Maybe, but for a good reason! His hands bore the blood of thousands, he had a right to be prideful, all those deaths? The kills, the screams of warriors, everything. Was by him.
It didn't make sense that he was even nervous, no!
How'd he even get in this predicament in the first place??
Flame was pent up from literally everything that happened. Hunting down Wemmbu, giving his all just to restore honor, fighting a thousand players day and night, trying prove a point...
It all came crashing down on him. After that, Flame was always tense and couldn't focus on even the easiest task, too distracted by something he couldn't name.
This was to unwind, he told himself. Nothing weird, right? Like why would a server even allow such an... occupation if it wasn't for relief. Flame needed to get himself together, is all.
So what if he specifically chose someone that resembled Lomedy? He was the immortal demon's friend, it didn't hurt to get with someone who had the farmer's beautiful, golden eyes, those soft features, too precious for such a meticulous job like a farmer's, his-
Flame's world spun as he was suddenly pinned down by the woman. The demon flushed red, then scrambled to sit up and shed his clothes. He threw his shirt over his head and hurriedly unbuckled his belt.
Flame was so caught up in undressing—god was he desperate—that he didn't notice the girl also strip Infront of him. He only caught a glimpse of their flat chest before he resumed in shuffling off the fabric wrapping around him.
When Flame got his sense back, he melted into the bed and only then did he look at the gir-
Then it hit him.
The hooker had a dick.
Flame's eyes widened before he looked at the girl again, if they were even one to begin with. Then he realised the striking resemblance to his friend. Her eyes were like the rich yellow of wheat after a successful harvest, that soft gaze that was so gentle it would make a pacifist jealous.
"...Lom..medy..?" He shoked, grabbing the girl's hair.
To his surprise,the girl blushed and shook her head, too quickly, it looked like she was nervous, like she was lying.
"What-! N-no..! I'm Lei-.." they tried to start, before Flame got closer, driving a hand into the girls' head and pulling.
The hooker tried to resist and thrash around the bed to get Flame's hands off squealing like they were hiding something, but like the Demon expected—despite doubts he was just being paranoid—the wig came off and thrown somewhere on the floor, and there it was.
Lomedy. His best friend, his only ally, here in his bed. Working a job like this, but why..?...
"...why did you..?" Flame uttered, hands not leaving the hook- Lomedy's hips, both of them still bare for eachother to see.
"I-...needed the money! Being-..this, pays well, it helps with resource-" the farmer tried to reason, his face flushed red and embarrassed.
"You could've asked me! I would've given you my resources, Lomy!" Flame cried, sitting up straighter and looking hurt. He was tight, Lomedy thought, he knew Flame would've given him all the stuff he'd needed...
That wasn't the point! Lomedy wanted to prove he wasn't 'just a farmer'(to himself or to Flame, he didn't know, wasn't sure, didn't want to be.) that he could get what he wanted by his own two hands, even if it meant this.
"... I'm sorry.." Lomedy croaked, making space between him and Flame.
The latter was looking away, laid down with eyes somewhere else, like he was wondering, maybe disappointed? Lomedy wasn't sure.
Silence fell between them, so loud yet no sound was uttered between them it was suffocating, almost. Both of them had emotions swirling inside their head. The tension could be cut with a knife with how thick it was.
....
"I'm not getting a refund." Flame huffed, looking at him with unsure eyes, but one thing was certain—he wanted relief either way and he had to make sure he got what he wants.
Lomedy blushed even redder, if that was possible. He looked at Flame again, yellow eyes meeting black fabric. The farmer wasn't sure of what Flame was thinking.
Then the Demon grabbed Lomedy's hips and hoisted him into his lap, making the smaller straddle him with a swift move. Both of them didn't know what to do after that, but then Lomedy moved slowly after being still for too long. Their cocks brushed together and they both moaned in tandem.
Lomedy repeated the same move again, then again, then again until they were both trying to rut against eachother, Flame's hips snapping upwards and meeting Lomedy's. It felt good, it really did... But he needed more. And Flame knew that.
"G-get-" Lomedy droved two fingers into Flame's mouth, then looked at the man with demanding eyes, blinking slowly in the dim light. "...suck it... please.."
And Flame did just that, hollowing his cheeks and suckling on Lomedy's digits, coating it in warm spit and letting the finger drive deeper into his mouth, let it get to the entrance of his throat before he started gagging.
The farmer pulled it out, then reached behind himself. Lomedy traced one of the wetted fingers around his rim, biting back a whimper as he inserted a finger into his hole.
From Flame's view, he could only see Lomedy's expression as he fingered himself, prepping himself for him. The farmer was getting ready for him. That thought alone was enough to get himself harder than he was.
The farmer was so cute, the way his face scrunched up when he found a sweet spot inside his hole, the lift of his eyebrows when he added another finger inside himself then the realese of tension in his shoulders after getting himself eased into it.
Lomedy was so cute.
He was so beautiful.
It was a pleasure to have him here, honestly, Flame would've been grateful just watching him masturbate.
Then,
Lomedy's hands gripped his shoulders, those eyes focused but hazy, locked onto his behid the blindfold.
The boy lifted his hips until he rested on his knees, trying to get Flame's tip inside him. It caught on his crown. Flame moaned as Lomedy lowered himself on his head, the two of them became a whimpering mess when Lomedy slowly lowered himself and took more and more of Flame's—big, massive? It felt like—cock inside himself.
Flame huffed out a breath he didn't know he was holding, looking at Lomedy after he sat on Flame's dick until the hilt, hands caught on Lomedy's sides, then he was effortlessly lifted off Flame's dick, then dropped back down.
Damn. It felt so good, for both them.
Lomedy felt his walls hugging Flame's cock deliciously, he was so big- like Flame was made for him. He keened at the thought.
Flame has Lomedy's tight hole swallow his dick, it was so good, he felt so warm, it was almost making him delirious, like he was dreaming. Lomedy was so pretty like this.
Lomedy was keeping a steady pace, bouncing himself on Flame's dick, both of them breathing so heavily it looked then ran from a bear. Lomedy's brain was practically mush now, with the way he was mindlessly riding Flame like there was no tomorrow. Both of them felt knots forming in their stomachs.
The fatmer sped up, chasing his high and moaning softly as Flame's dick impaled him so deep, it was so delicious. A thin sheet of sweat had coated them both, Flame was so close- he just needed Lomedy to hit that spot again. Flame's hands roamed higher, squeezing Lomedy's pecs as the other suddenly snapping his hips down after being startled.
Flame whimpered, squeezing the bud of Lomedy's nipples. It sent lightning bolts through Lomedy's system- he felt like he was going to overheat. Flame was so pathetic under him, all he needed was release, he was so close, the could feel the knot in his stomach tighten even more.
The demon whimpered, reduced to a moaning mess before Lomedy. The farmer bit his lip at that, lifting his hips one last time before hugging Flame's cock again, vision whiting out,brain turning off as his orgasm hit him like a ten ton truck. It felt so good, Flame felt so good.
He swore he'd pass out from this alone.
Lomedy sunk so deep, Falme was balls deep inside of him, it felt so good, so overwhelmingly good, he didn't know what to do anymore, Flame was so good, it's all he could think about.
With his heightened sensitivity, Lomedd wws suddenly hyperaware ofthe base of Flame's cock swelling up, stretching him so good he practically feel stars.
Then warms filled his insides, filled him to the brim, he could feel his stomach protrude up, stuffed with Flame's cum, it was all inside him, the swell preventing it from leaking out.
Lomedy's brain felt like it was fried into nuggets, then he collapsed on top of Flame, his dick still inside himself, the farmer felt so full, it was ridiculous, and now his consciousness was slipping away and-..
"-Edy.? Lomedy! Wake up-!" Flame's voice cut through his stream of unconsciousness, then he realised he passed out. Flame was still inside him, still clinging to him like a lifeline, Lomedy could feel the swell in Flame.
"Wha..?"
"You passed out for, like, five minutes bro, you good? Lomedy!" Lomedy's world was shaking, Flame was shaking him.
Apparently that was enough to get Lomedy out of his haze.
"...what..?" He tried to move, but the soreness in his lower regoins just screamed 'stay still. Don't move.'
"Are you okay?" Flame asked again
"I..uh? Yeah...uhm, yeah..." He babbled back.
They both sat in silence, Lomedy processing everything, and Flame holding him tight in the comforting lack of words between them.
Lolmedy got curious again.
"... What's up with down there? Like.." the farmer pointed to where they were still connected together.
Flame blushed but forced out a reply "that's like, my knot"
"Your...knot?"
"Yeah?"
"What is that??"
Flame sighed before gently adjusting Lomedy so they were both laying next to eachother.
"Don't worry about it, bro..." Flame told him off