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D3rlord3 has a predicament, a pretty particular one.
He's been thinking about Avery (when is he not) but ever since- ahem- last time. An idea has refused to leave his mind, if Avery can shift his form just how far can he go and what else can he do with it?
He flushes, whether from the memory of how last time went or from some of D3r's newer fantasies, he's not sure. But in the slew of his latest fantasies one in particular has stuck out.
He wants Avery to tie him up. But he doesn't just want to be tied up by Avery, he wants to be tied up by Avery.
D3r groans in embarrassment, this is dumb. So, so, dumb. But the thought just won't leave him alone! Here he is reorganizing his and Avery's chests (he's such a slob, he's lucky he's cute), thinking about the slime manipulating his body to wrap around him. Trap him. Immobilized.
"Fuck... I'm so fucking screwed."
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The opportunity introduces itself in the form of Avery's nonsensical rambling, whether he's talking to D3r or Avery's newly acquired frog, he's not sure but hearing the slime yammer on while D3r pretends he actually has work to do has its perks.
"And then I dropped my fishing rod, which, totally sucked by the way. I named that rod and everything!" Avery whines, holding up his fellow slimy companion in his hands, the frog does not seem to be sympathetic of his owner's grief over losing his stringer partner in crime. Tragic, truly tragic.
"What did you name it?" D3r pretends he doesn't already know just to hear Avery tell him himself, like any good boyfriend with the knowledge of the entire universe's past, present, and future crammed into his skull would do.
"Bigbingus! Not to be mistaken for Littlebingus, of course." Avery nods sagely, and he swears he and the frog made brief eye contact with each other when we both looked at the slime in exasperation.
"Right, of course. RIP Bigbingus, you will be missed." D3r nods with all the seriousness he could force himself to muster, he should get brownie points for his performance.
"Thank you, thank you, I'm sure if Bigbingus were here he'd appreciate it." And this time he is absolutely sure that the frog gave Avery the evil side eye, he swears he's not going crazy (crazier than he already is).
Anyways, D3rlord3 is a fucking saint and no one could tell him otherwise, the amount of effort it takes him not to laugh at Avery's semi-serious but equally ridiculous comments should get him a trophy.
"So how did you win the match without your fishing rod?" D3r asks, trying his best to block out the slew of information his question conjures up. He wants to hear it from Avery, fuck off eternal knowledge.
"Oh! I just yanked him down and the dude went flying, hah! You should've been there to see his face, that was the jerk I was talking about last time, C0nner0ax." Avery rambled on about how he got said jerk pretty good but an odd thing stuck out to him..
"What do you mean you yanked him down? I thought you said you dropped your fishing rod?" D3r asked, finally pushing his things aside, losing all pretenses of being busy.
"Oh, uh, yeah. So, I kinda learned this trick? It's useful for catching mobs but I never tried it out on a person til that match, it's, kinda hard to explain? I could just show you." Avery shrugs, putting his grumpy frog back in its tank before hopping up to drag D3rlord3 to his feet.
"Sure, as long as you don't send me flying or anything." D3r teases, as the slime drags him off outside to show off his apparent trick. The slime just scoffs in offense, ignoring him as he gets into position.
"I would never. Getting thrown like a rag doll is specifically Skywars or jerks like C0nner0ax." The slime nods resolutely before taking stance, he reaches his arm out in the direction of where D3rlord3 stood, and oh.
He didn't even have time to flinch before Avery's arm wrapped around him... from five feet away.
"Oh, wow okay. Yeah, that's definitely a new thing." D3r says breathlessly as Avery laughs, the man doesn't even know that he just further fueled and confirmed D3r's fantasies. The cool sensation of Avery's skin, just, wrapped all around him. Trapped at the slime's whim, unknowing of when he'll let him go through the haze of his usually all-knowing mind. The odd appendage didn't even look like an arm anymore, more like a tentacle but without the suction cups, a tendril? Fuck, he doesn't even know anymore...
The slime frowns in concern at his partner's odd reaction, "You good D3r? You kinda went quiet over there." He questions, as he allows his arm drop from around D3r and reform, the limb returning back to normal as the other man jumps, snapping out of it. "I'm fine, uh, how did you find out you could do this again?" The knight asked a bit shakily, images flying through his head too fast to decipher and an- uhm- uncomfortable situation forming in his nether regions.
Great, just another thing he'll never live down. But what else is new, Avery brings the most unexpected reactions out of him on a daily basis, he needs to stop being surprised at this point...
"Yeah! So, a creeper blew up my farm right? Well, I had no carrots on hand and the blast had startled the pigs into scrambling so I had no time to go grab them and the next thing I know it, I had my arm around all of them. It totally freaked me out at first but the more I practiced with it, it turned out to be pretty cool, I just wish I had more opportunities to use it." Avery complains as he pouts.
God, D3rlord3 can think of a few 'opportunities' in which Avery could use his newfound ability, and they all suspiciously have something to do with D3r all tied up in a- sticky situation... and D3r is very glad for his armour right about now.
Not that it helps him when the ever- oblivious Avery drapes himself over his shoulders, his sticky hair brushing the side of the knight's exposed neck. He suddenly feels all too hot under his armour (he knows who could help him with that), "Avery..."
"Could you help me practice?" Avery asks, unintentionally cutting him off and D3r...should say no, he already knows he won't be much help in the slime's practice, "Sure. Sounds fun." Good lord, why the hell did he say that?! That was the exact opposite of what he was supposed to say!
Once again, D3rlord3 is so, so, screwed...
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At first, they were actually practicing. Well, Avery was at least. D3r claimed he was too tired and decided to sit out, though he did help build a little obstacle course, it was fine, everything was so absolutely fine.
Until D3r's minor strength kink snuck up on him while he watched Avery practice, god dammit, he just can't get a break can he?
D3R! DID YOU SEE THAT!? I SENT THAT THING FLYING!" Avery's excited voice reaches him as the slime jogs over, a huge smile on his face and the sun shining through him, lighter shades of green reflecting across the grass. His translucent skin glistening with-well, just slime since slimes don't really sweat. He plops down next to him, oblivious to the knights, uh, situation.
D3r nervously shifts, subtly trying to readjust his pants. Unfortunately for him, seeing Avery throw obstacles and hit targets with frightening accuracy has only made everything worse, it got so bad he actually had to take his armour off at some point. Something his boyfriend seems to have taken as an invitation to touch him more, further riling him up. It's a good thing didn't suggest sparring as a way to practice his skills, D3r probably would've spontaneously combusted, or something along those lines.
"Heeelllooo, earth to D3rlord3. Are you even listening to me right now?" Avery asks, pressing a cool hand to his knights forehead, D3r flinches in surprise before leaning into the cool touch. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. It looks like you definitely got the hang of it, you done practicing for today?"
Please say yes, please say yes. D3r cannot take this torture anymore, he might actually jump Avery's nonexistent bones if this continues. (Avery wouldn't mind anyway)
"Ahhh, about that. I just wanna test out one more thing! Can you pleeease help me out?" The (surely evil) slime pleads, giving him major puppy eyes that even after months of dating still unfortunately affects him. D3r reluctantly agrees, allowing Avery to pull him up as he's dragged...back to their house? "Wait, I thought you said you wanted to test something out-" D3r doesn't get the chance to finish as he's pushed up against the wall with lips pressed to his own, (well this is a familiar position) he throws his arms over his boyfriend's shoulders as a tongue prods for entrance, and he moans as he gladly gives it.
Avery pulls one leg up over his hip and they both groan into the other's mouth as they grind their erections together, searching for much-needed friction, friction D3r has been needing all day. Fuck, he might actually cum right now if he doesn't stop.
"Mph-Av-Avery. Wait, w-ait, shit. I'm gonna cum if you don't stop.." D3r tries to warm and Avery pauses, considering, before coming to a clear decision as he continues his grinding. Well, shit. Okay then, that's fine by him. He breathily sighs as the slime mouth and nips at his neck before hissing as he starts leaving harsher bites, the bites darkening to hickeys across scarred brown skin. D3r has no idea what brought this on and he doesn't even care as he draws closer and closer to his peak, digging his fingers Avery's shoulders as he grips him.
"Avery...fu-fuck!" He cums in his pants, whining as Avery continues to grind against him, one hand clutching his thigh in a bruising grip while his mouth leaves a scattering of dark hickeys across his neck and collar bones. He's still panting when his leg is gently lowered from Avery's hip, he's still holding onto him as he comes down from his high, cringing at the uncomfortable wetness that now clings to him and his stained underwear...fuck. What the hell brought this on? Everything was all so sudden, not that he's complaining but still, things escalated quickly.
"Avery.. what the hell-"
"I've known... the whole time." Avery suddenly says and it takes a good few seconds for D3r to process what was said and when he did, it felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his face, his face burns and yet his dick still gives a valiant twitch at the realization.
"I- the whole time...?" D3rlord3 repeats, thoroughly embarrassed.
"Mhm, you, sir, have been driving me crazy. Zoning off while I talked, eyefucking me while I practiced, you looked like you wanted to jump me, and trust me, the feeling is mutual." He teases, tracing a cool finger down the knight's chest, D3r swallows thickly. "So, why don't you tell me what you were thinking so hard about all day. I know it has something to do with me, is it about last time orrrr, was it something new?" D3r was flushed in embarrassment, not only is he being put on the spot after finding out he was not as subtle as he thought he was (or Avery just knows him too well), but there's nowhere for him to go as he's still being crowded against the wall.
And he's back to being painfully hard, it's as if he never came in the first place. The desire that's consumed him all day is still in full swing, only growing stronger with the way Avery's dark, lascivious eyes bore into his own.
Should he pray that he'll be able to walk tomorrow?
"I, uh, had a thought...about you...tyingmeup" D3r quickly says the last part, shivering when Avery hums right next to his ear, both sending pleasant chills down his spine and making his lower stomach clench with nervous excitement. He takes in a sharp breath as he feels Avery's hand palm his dick through his now uncomfortable underwear, before wickedly skilled fingers undo his belt buckle with ease and his pants slouch mid-thigh but D3r is quick to shuck them off, kicking the offending clothing aside with haste. Leaving him in only his shirt and underwear.
"You want me to tie you up? How did you want me to tie you up, D3r? Ropes? Nah, that would be too rough.. a scarf? Maybe, but you wanted to be tied up, not just restrained." Avery fakes as he ponders with a smirk threatening to form, bastard.
"You are such, an ass.. I-I was thinking about your slime and how it's able to transform and it just.. it just wouldn't leave my mind. Then you showed your new skill and..." D3rlord3 huffs when Avery 'ahs' in understanding as if the slime didn't already know what he was getting at, he just gets off on making him explain himself. "And when I showed you my neat little trick earlier, it's had you all hot and bothered all day. My poor knight, I can help you with that.." Avery coos, sounding both sweet and mocking. But apparently D3rlord3's dick doesn't care to spot the difference as it twitched either way (the traitor), "Avery..." he hates how whiny he sounds but he can't help it, he just needs Avery to do something.
They both moan when cool lips desperately meet his own warm ones, they fumble with their remaining clothing on the way to their bedroom, one of them kicks the door close behind them. He doesn't know who and he doesn't care as he's a bit preoccupied at the moment... The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed as he's pushed over it, D3r watches with a heated gaze as Avery crawls over him. "God, you look so pretty D3r." Avery looks down on him with adoration and D3rlord3's heart stutters, "I look like I got mauled by a wild animal." He says bluntly and the slime just chuckles, placing a possessive hand over the knight's throat, he breathes shakily as his partner's cool hand tightens ever so slightly around his throat.
"You say that like it's a bad thing, aren't you my knight?" Avery asks in faux confusion, as he leans over him, his breath brushing over his lips. D3r tries to reach up to meet them, glaring when the slime plants a firm hand down on his chest as he pulls away. "Not yet, I have to get my knight ready first." The (evil fucking slime) teases, moving to get off of D3r before pausing... then his arm reforms and that same tendril from before wraps arounds around a bottle of lube and D3r wishes that bottle were his dick.
He startles when he feels something slick and cold (cold not Avery's cool ) brush across his hole, circling the area as the lube slowly warms up. "What else did that brain of yours come up with? C'mon, how do you want it big guy?" Avery asks as he slips a finger in, lazily stroking over sensitive walls as a second finger prods at his rim. He bites back a whine as he squirms from underneath his partner, fisting the sheets as he tries to answer the question.
"Uhm, I-I was tied up in your lap with my back to you, and- ah! I don't remember the rest.." he lies, he remembers the rest with great detail but D3rlord3 really might spontaneously combust if Avery forces him to further describe it. He bites his lip harshly, nearly drawing blood when a second cool finger slides next to the first, crooking upwards and- "Fuck! Avery, hurry up!" He demands, rocking his hips on the slime's fingers.
"You said that last time too, you're so bossy D3r. But that's fine, I'll fuck the bossiness out of you eventually." He purrs, a third finger prodding its way inside, the stretch and Avery's words stoke the fire burning in his belly, leaving him feeling a little breathless. He doesn't need to see into the future to know Avery will make good on his promise, and that only makes the fire grow.
D3rlord3 likes giving Avery a hard time, and he knows Avery likes it too.
"Fuck you."
"That's the point, Bratlord3."
He really makes D3r want to bite him sometimes...
But he unfortunately doesn't get the chance to follow through on that thought as Avery starts fucking his fingers into him a bit harder than before, crooking his fingers into the that spot every few thrusts. He groans, bucking and trying to get Avery to keep hitting that spot, breath hitching when he spreads his fingers inside him with the tips of them brushing his prostate as he's prepped. Then the bastard suddenly pulls out without any fucking warning, startling a moan out of him.
Count your days Avery, count your days.. D3r will get him back for his constant teasing, the slime just doesn't know it yet.
"Oooh, scary face, I like it." His annoying partner teases as he leans down to give D3r a quick peck on the lips before hissing when the knight really does bite him, slime's don't really bleed so all that did was put more slime in his mouth but biting him did make him feel a little better as he licks over it, soothing it slightly. "That was mean Jerklord3, I was gonna show you a trick too... well, I'll show you anyway." Avery pouts his newly bitten lip before smiling as he leans back and- holy shit.
"Holy shit..."
That's another pair of arms. Another pair of arms just grew beneath the original pair, he's not sure why he's so surprised, after all the weird things he's seen Avery do with his body, a second pair of arms shouldn't be such a shock. He's literally seen the slime grow another dick just so he could fuck him with it.. (the memory makes him hot thinking about it), he yelps when a tendril, that used to be Avery's original arm wraps around his waist and pulls him up and the other curls around his legs, turning him til his back is to the slime. He was moved and positioned effortlessly, all without hesitation and D3r is so, so painfully hard right now as he feels Avery's cool breath on the back of his neck and said tendrils caress and squeeze around his chest.
"Avery.." He warns, he'd better not drag this out. As much as he knows Avery wants this too, he can be surprisingly patient when he wants to be, or maybe that's just his infamous stubbornness.
"Relax, I got you," Avery reassures, kissing his shoulder as he pulls him back to lean against his chest. The tendrils movements were so alien to him but they moved across his heated skin so smoothly, leaving a pleasantly cool trail wherever they went. The sensation by itself was almost distracting enough that he probably would've forgotten why they were there, almost. Here they were, taking hold of his arms and pinning them behind himself, immobilizing him, and it's only when they tighten around him does he instinctively tense up. He both wants to slump into Avery's hold, and to fight the feeling of being trapped.
He breathes in. He breathes out. And relaxes as he decides to trust Avery.
D3rlord3 gasps as he feels a familiar length grind against his rear before pushing in and a moan is whisked out of him as the tendrils tug him down the rest of the way onto Avery's dick. He whines as he feels Avery's hips twitch from under him, clearly antsy to move, the position D3r is stuck in makes it awkward to move comfortably as he's impaled on the slime's dick, his own twitching from how deep he feels within him like this.
"Fuck, D3r. Can I move? Please can I move? You look so pretty D3r, trusting me like this.." Avery's desperation is like a punch to the gut and fuels D3r to start the pace, his hips lift up before sinking right back down and they both groan. He starts up a steady pace, his thighs starting to burn a little as he fucks himself on Avery's member. But apparently this isn't enough as he suddenly cries out as on the next rise of his hips the tendrils yank him right back down onto his partner's pelvis, forcing his back into an arch, "AHN!- D-do that again, fuck! Avery.." and for once without all of his teasing, Avery listens, taking control of the pace and starting a new one.
D3rlord3 honestly forgot all about the second pair of arms Avery grew until the feeling of hands on his hips surprised him, they briefly squeeze the fat there before manually lifting his hips and the tendrils forcing him back down. His eyes are half-lidded as his mouth hangs open in a silent moan, he's being bounced up and down on his boyfriend's dick, barley able to move. His struggles only being met with the tightening of slime-made restraints and a firm grind against his prostate that make his aching thighs quake, the only thing he can do is take it.
"I wish we had a mirror, you probably look so pretty right now. God, imagine that.. just fucking you in front of your own reflection. You being able to see yourself moan and writhe on me, could you see it?" Avery babbled, not expecting a response to his dirty thoughts as he leaned back on the pillows behind him, panting as he rolled his hips. While he may be unable to see his boyfriend's face, the view of his strong back arching and flexing as his ass sinks down on him is almost enough to make up for the tragedy. Though he really does want to see how D3r's face twists up as he moans and groans, it doesn't matter how many times he may have seen those same expressions, he never gets sick of watching him get closer and closer to his climax.
Though his partner being tied up in his own slime where he can feel D3r everywhere is an unbelievably hot bonus. Thank you horny D3r, you come up with the best ideas.
They're both close and he knows it. He changed their position and pushed D3r down til he's face down, ass up, with his face turned to the side, readjusting his tendrils all over him so his knight stays wrapped up all pretty for him. He lets one hand go of his hips, allowing said hand to snake downwards and wrap around his knight's neglected member. "Avery!!" D3r cries out and its music to his ears, he leans over him the best he can and thrusts into D3r hard and fast, cries and yells and his own moans increasing in tempo as his hips start to lose their rhythm inside of the knight. "Close!- god, Ave-ry! Please!!" D3rlord3 cries, begging to finally reach his peak.
He briefly draws his tendrils tighter around D3r as he grows closer and towards his own peak, "S-uh!-such a good boy, c'mon pretty, cum for me." And the wail that rips it's way out of D3rlord3 sounded pained and probably would've worried him if he didn't feel D3r tighten around him like a vice and soot cum across his hand, tendrils and the bed beneath them as he weakly whimpers and sobs and oh-
He catches a glimpse of D3r's teary, down-turned eyes, a single tear rolling down his already wet face, and-fuck, he cums inside him with a low groan. D3r clenching weakly around him with a small sigh, his own tendrils spasming and writhing until they retreat back into him and reform back to his original arms, the other arms doing the opposite and disappearing.
He thinks that must've been the hardest he's ever cum, holy shit... this better not awaken something in him. (Fun fact: It will)
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Once they're both clean and sufficiently hydrated Avery smiles down fondly at a sleepy D3rlord3, his cool hands massaging the poor knights tense, sore muscles. Soft groans and hums of contentment making him feel all ooey gooey (well, more than usual considering he's a literal slime), what could he have possibly done to deserve this man? He doesn't know but he knows he'd do anything to keep him all soft and content under him, to keep this man by his side.
"What are you thinking so hard about? That's not good for you, you know..." D3r slurs, because even while sleepy and fucked out he still finds the energy to sass Avery. He's so annoying, he takes back every sweet thought he had because he can't stand him (that's a lie, and they both know it), "Nothin' you jerk, just go to sleep already. I'll still be here when you wake up.."
D3r hums, smushing his face into the pillow he's decided to hold hostage that Avery's 90% sure is his, he shifts slightly before stilling. And Avery thinks he's asleep before the knight suddenly responds, "I know. I know you'll...be..here." He starts before slowly trailing off, and as his breaths even out Avery is sure he's asleep this time. Which is a good thing since now D3rlord3 can't see him freak out over his last comment and how cute the usually intimidating knight looks right now, but seriously what did he mean by that!? Did he mean that in the literal sense via future vision or does he trust that Avery will stay, no matter the context?? Is he overthinking this? He has to be overthinking..right!?
D3rlord3 lightly snores, oblivious to the crisis he unintentionally subjected his boyfriend to.