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Huh.
Wemmbu wasn’t expecting to be tortured like this, not at all. First of all, he was tied up, thankfully not to the bed, but his hands were instead restrained behind his back. Second of all, he was blindfolded, was Flame into blindfolds or something? Third of all, he was gagged. It was a classic ball-gag, which, confused Wemmbu.
Not because Flame didn’t seem like the type to use one, but he was more focused on the fact that he didn’t even know when Flame had bought one. When the hell did he get this?! That could be answered another day, it seemed, because he wouldn’t be getting any answers.
Now, why do you think Wemmbu believes he’s getting tortured, you might be asking? Well, he knew for a fact that Flame had pulled up a chair earlier, hearing the legs of it drag across the floor, right beside his bed. He also heard pages from presumably a book being flipped every couple of seconds.
Wemmbu was also completely naked, and Flame, for the first time ever, wasn’t fucking him silly. No, he was just sitting there, keeping one hand on Wemmbu’s hip, while his other one held his book. He occasionally lifted his hand away from his rival’s hip, who always let out a muffled whine each time.
God, what was up with him and whining? It might’ve been because of the fact that he always whined. He whined when he got hit by slow-falling arrows, and he just… does it in general. So it makes sense why he was so loud and whiny in bed.
Well, aside from how vocal he was in bed, he had yet another problem. He had been edged, multiple goddamn times, within the span of an hour. This was torture. He wouldn’t wish this upon his worst enemy!
Wemmbu tried everything he could to let Flame let him cum, which consisted of whining, squirming around, and trying to scoot closer to him. Did it work? No, but it would’ve if Flame wasn’t so intent on keeping him like this.
His cheeks were already stained with dried tears, even though the blindfold had absorbed most of them. The rope around both of his wrists weren’t too tight, but they were firm enough to keep him from taking them off. And the gag? He loved hated it. It kept stretching his mouth open, causing him to drool all over himself. But at least it muffled his sounds, barely.
Why was Flame even doing this in the first place? Good question! He had gone out for the fifth time that week, probably restocking on more uh, gear? Wemmbu didn’t know what Flame needed at this point, since it seemed like he always found a reason to leave home the base.
But when Flame came back, he was met with an empty base, and the front door wide open. He then found Wemmbu three hours later, fighting some random chungies who somehow managed to almost defeat him. How? Slow-falling arrows.
He was floating around in the air and whining, unable to get down for thirty seconds. And as soon as he was able to hit the ground, he beat the ever living hell out of those players, not even using his mace. He was left bloodied, injured, and exhausted.
Flame never openly admitted that he cared for Wemmbu, but his reactions and actions told a different story. He wanted to pull Wemmbu into the tightest hug imaginable, to make sure that he knew he was safe. Instead? He dragged his ass all the way back to the base, scolding him and yelling something along the lines of…
“Bro! What did I tell you about needing to rest? Those chungies almost killed you, what happened to being one of the strongest players?!” He yelled the entire way back, never letting Wemmbu hear the end of it.
“It’s not my fault they jumped me first, dude. And they had slow-falling arrows! What was I supposed to do about those?” Wemmbu lamely shrugged and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.
Which, brings them back to the present. Flame had been so done with Wemmbu’s reckless behaviour, that he decided to try something he’s been putting off for a while now; sensory deprivation. The whole point of it was to not touch, nor let Wemmbu hear him, but Flame kind of sucked at that part.
He had countlessly fingered and jerked his rival off, before pulling away after only a few seconds, leaving him lying there for a full five minutes, before doing it all again. A part of him wanted to give in, to let Wemmbu cum, but he was saving that for later, silently promising to reward him for going through this torture.
How much more did he have to endure? It’s only been, what, two hours by now? And Wemmbu was already losing his mind. It’s not like he could beg while gagged, so he gave up on that idea. He tried kicking his legs around, only for Flame to let go of his book, pinning him down with just one hand, lightly hitting the inside of his thigh. A muffled yelp escaped from him, as almost instantly, he stopped moving.
Was Flame about to start spanking him, or something? He wasn’t against that sure if he could handle that right now, so he went back to lying still, whining and whimpering dramatically. The entire time, Flame didn’t react, not once, and Wemmbu didn’t know if he could continue like this at all.
Finally, Flame was doing something, as he carefully rubbed the tip of his cock. It wasn’t anything special, but it was the stimulation he’s been needing, moaning and letting his head fall back. He drooled around the gag, forcing himself to keep his hips down.
If he even thought about rocking his hips, Flame would instantly stop, and go back to reading that damn book. He had learnt that the hard way, multiple times. But maybe he would let Wemmbu chase the pleasure, just this once, right?
He slowly moved his hips closer to Flame’s hand, and by some miracle, he didn’t pull away and cut off his pleasure. He wanted to be bold about it, to keep going, but he was so scared to be edged again, so he didn’t push his luck.
Flame seemed to be indulging him though, carefully grabbing one of Wemmbu’s thighs, letting it wrap around the hand that was on his cock, making it easier to grind against it. Wemmbu didn’t know if he was being tested or teased, maybe both, but it appeared to be Flame giving him permission.
He dryly swallowed, slowly wrapping his other thigh around Flame’s hand, rocking his hips. Wemmbu almost came on the spot from just that friction alone, moaning and whining around the gag, which was still keeping his mouth open.
He wanted something else filling up his mouth to take it off, but Flame made it clear that he was going to keep the gag on until this was over. How long would that take? Not for too long, of course.
Wemmbu was so distracted by Flame’s warm hand around his cock, that he didn’t realize the gag being removed from his mouth. He only realized once he was gasping for air, drooling uselessly onto himself, while his throat felt dry at the same time.
He could hear Flame reaching for something, a glass of water, before pulling his hand away. He was carefully pulled upright, with a hand behind his back to steady him.
Wemmbu managed to whine for what felt like the millionth time, while Flame gently pushed the rim of the glass against his lips. He slowly drank all of the water, which thankfully soothed his throat for now, swallowing it all.
He only pulled away once the glass was empty, and it was placed back onto the nightstand next to the bed. He tried leaning forward, so that he would be met with Flame’s solid and warm embrace, which he was granted after a few seconds. His orgasm could wait, melting into the soft kiss that Flame had pulled him into.
Wemmbu whimpered weakly, parting his lips as an invitation for Flame, who gladly accepted by slipping his tongue inside. He was taking his time, coaxing Wemmbu to relax, lightly caressing his sides.
Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t be getting untied yet, nor was he able to take off this damn blindfold, he’d have to wait for that. But for now, he was content like this, hearing Flame shuffle around, probably undressing himself.
Wemmbu felt the mattress dip beneath him, and he was being pulled into Flame’s lap, without breaking the kiss at all. He might’ve forgotten what had happened at least five minutes ago, but Flame? He locked the hell in, for once, and firmly held onto Wemmbu’s hips, grinding him down against his cock.
Wemmbu couldn’t even grab onto Flame’s shoulders for support, his head hanging low as he panted and gasped, using his remaining strength to rock his hips in time with Flame’s pace. He could’ve cum just from that, but he wanted- no, needed more.
“Fl- ngh- Flame, want more- please? Wanna taste you,” he was already begging without Flame even asking him to, and how could he deny his request?
Maybe, just maybe, Flame was slightly down bad for Wemmbu. Just a thought. Flame almost shoved him back down onto the bed and forced his legs apart, but he managed to restrain himself.
“You can wait, Wem, can’t you? Be good and wait,” he cooed, holding back on the teasing, since he wasn’t sure if Wemmbu could handle any more of it, not after he was edged for two hours straight.
Flame was going to take it slowly, not because he wanted to drag it out, but he instead wanted to be gentle with it, even though he was known for being rough with Wemmbu. He kissed both of his cheeks, moving down to his neck, which had marks scattered all around, all from him.
Once he reached Wemmbu’s chest, he let his tongue lap at his nipple, using his hand to fondle with the other one, momentarily putting their earlier grinding to a halt. Wemmbu writhed and squirmed around, back arching into his touch.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby? You want more?” …Never mind, it was impossible for Flame to not tease Wemmbu for more than ten seconds.
Speaking of Wemmbu, he could only nod along, drooling and moaning, holding back a whine as he felt Flame placing the ball-gag back into his mouth. He was going to complain, but he was rewarded with a forehead kiss, so it was fine.
Flame continued with his teasing for several more minutes, playing with Wemmbu’s chest, as his free hand drifted all the way down to his thighs, wrapping his hand around Wemmbu’s aching cock, as he immediately bucked his hips.
It wasn’t like Flame could hear him beg, but Wemmbu still tried, muffled moans and whimpers escaping from his gagged mouth. Flame took that as a yes, barely holding back his smirk as he pulled both his hands away, gently shushing Wemmbu by kissing his cheek.
Wemmbu thought that he’d finally have Flame’s cock inside of him, but he was wrong, slightly. He was pulled out of his rival’s lap for a second, letting himself be positioned without complaining, now laid down on his stomach, with his head in Flame’s lap.
Well, he hoped it was his lap, he still couldn’t see, you know, because of the blindfold. He felt a hand in his hair, urging him to do something, anything, and he could only guess what Flame wanted.
As soon as Flame had reached down to take out the gag, Wemmbu’s tongue had already darted out from between his lips, lightly licking at the tip of Flame’s cock. He lapped at it like a lollipop, licking and drooling. He was rewarded with a groan from above, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He parted his lips, slowly taking in the head of his cock.
Was this also his first time giving head? Maybe, but since it was so easy for him to learn and adapt, he already had half of the length down his throat. He choked around his cock, but instead of pulling away like any normal human being, he only doubled down and took a few more inches.
Flame was trying to keep his composure, but how could he, when his rival was on his knees, sucking his cock like he was born to do it? It was surprising how well he was holding back, aside from his grip on Wemmbu’s head tightening.
“Fuck, there you go, Wem, just like that, such a natural,” he groaned, noticing how Wemmbu’s thighs pressed against each other at the praise.
Oh? He’d have fun with this. A smirk was slowly forming, as he watched Wemmbu drool and gag around his cock, yet was still determined enough to take the entire thing into his throat.
Flame still needed to test out his theory, which he was probably correct about, but it never hurt to try. He loosened his grip, letting his hand cup Wemmbu’s cheek instead, tilting his head up slightly.
“You’re doing so good for me, aren’t you, baby? Such a good boy,” he praised, and although Wemmbu couldn’t see it, Flame was smirking, watching his rival nod and drool.
And of course, his theory was right, Wemmbu was moaning around his cock, unconsciously grinding his own leaking and aching cock against the mattress beneath him.
Wemmbu’s head felt so pleasantly empty, mindlessly suckling and bobbing his head, mewling weakly. Maybe they should do this more often, Flame thought, watching his once confident and cocky (no pun intended) rival being reduced to such a state.
Flame felt some sort of sick and twisted pleasure, being able to witness Wemmbu like this, all pathetic and whiny. His hand found its way back into Wemmbu’s hair, gently tugging at it, and was met with another moan muffled by his cock.
It was so- so hot and heavy in his throat, maybe this should be his new thing to do to pass time. It wasn’t a bad idea, if it meant his head would feel this empty. He was so used to having his thoughts running around freely, that having it be so quiet was somewhat comforting.
He didn’t have to worry about random chungies trying to fight him, didn’t have to worry about running away from the fiftieth assassin that someone hired to kill him, and he didn’t have to worry about any of his problems. Not when Flame’s hand was slowly caressing his hair, tugging him closer and closer.
Flame had started moving his hips awhile ago, but Wemmbu wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He only noticed it when Flame had suddenly pulled out of his mouth, leaving him whining and on the verge of tears again.
“Flame? What’re you- mh, doing—“ he was cut off, as he got lifted and placed into Flame’s lap, pulled into a borderline aggressive kiss.
Wemmbu could feel Flame’s fingers digging into his waist, keeping him still as he forced his tongue inside. His restraint had snapped sometime during Wemmbu sucking him off, looking all pretty and pathetic.
And because both of these guys are idiots, they forgot to pull away for something really important, oxygen! Flame pulled away once he remembered this, resting his forehead against Wemmbu’s. They both panted and breathed heavily, taking a few minutes to recover.
Wemmbu’s throat still felt sore from it being used so thoroughly, but he wasn’t complaining. He didn’t fight back as he felt Flame’s hand resting on the back of his head, finally taking off the blindfold that was preventing him from seeing properly.
He was met by Flame staring directly into his eyes, hungry and eager. Although his instincts were yelling at him, to get him to hurry up and fuck Wemmbu until he couldn’t walk for weeks, he didn’t move.
Well, he moved his hands, parting Wemmbu’s legs, while pulling him into yet another kiss, a bit more gentle this time. Using that as a distraction, he picked up the nearby fire res potion he kept close, dousing his fingers with the liquid, already slipping in two inside.
Wemmbu was still loose from his earlier fingering, but he had to make sure he was stretched enough. Once he felt like he was done, he pulled his fingers out, grabbing the potion again. This time, he coated his hand with it, pumping himself several times to lube his cock.
While he thought he was being quick about it, Wemmbu was impatient, his face buried into Flame’s shoulder, whining loudly and squirming around. Flame softly shushed him, kissing his cheek, while gripping onto his hips.
Slowly yet surely, he lowered Wemmbu onto his cock, effortlessly sliding inside without any restraint, bottoming out in seconds. He sat there for a while, letting Wemmbu feel his cock inside of him, letting him get used to the size.
“Hng.. nh.. mh,” he mewled, boneless and compliant against Flame, as his eyelids suddenly felt heavy.
Wemmbu closed his eyes, fully trusting Flame to not do anything rash, and he didn’t take advantage of that. He instead guided Wemmbu’s hips, slowly moving him up and down, letting him ride Flame at his own pace.
He was too sore to do it himself, and Flame wasn’t bothered by the fact that he had to do all the work, he was thrilled. He didn’t give into his instincts, carefully moving Wemmbu, who went along with the pace, whimpering into Flame’s shoulder.
Surprisingly, he was being gentle and slow for once, kissing Wemmbu’s forehead, making him look up at Flame. He smiled softly, bringing him into a kiss, a way to further comfort him. He wasn’t demanding, wasn’t rough, and wasn’t brutal.
Flame was taking his time, letting Wemmbu keep his cock nice and warm. He knew that his rival still wanted to cum, after being pent up for so long, and decided to indulge him. He wrapped a warm and careful hand around Wemmbu’s cock, letting him rut into it while whining so prettily into his ear.
“Shh, it’s okay, Wem, take it slow, that’s it,” his tone was so encouraging and so soft, that Wemmbu almost started crying on the spot.
He was still used to them being at each other’s throats, trying to compete against one another to be the strongest player on the server. But right now? They were gentle, soft, and loving towards each other.
It was nice. Dangerously nice, to stay like this. Wemmbu could always worry about that in the future, focusing on Flame gently pumping his cock, leaning and arching into his touch. His breathing was becoming heavier, starting to pant and moan, hiding his face into Flame’s shoulder.
“Mh- mh, close- can I? C- ngh- can I cum? Please? Wanna cum s’badly, please, Flame,” he begged without even thinking, out of pure instinct at that point, drooling and moaning freely.
And oh, why would Flame ever deny him? If you didn’t count earlier, of course.
“Oh, Wem, of course you can. Let the strongest know how he’s making you feel, baby, bouncing on his cock,” he cooed, resisting the urge to kiss Wemmbu breathless, settling with kissing his neck.
“S’good- feels s’good, Flame, want more- more? Please, Flame- please,” he panted, tears running down his cheeks, not from pain, but from pleasure.
Wemmbu desperately tried to rock his hips down in time with Flame’s thrusts, and as soon as he thrusted up into his prostate, he was coming and moaning uncontrollably. He cried out his rival’s name, sniffling and hiccuping, as ropes upon ropes of cum splattered all over Flame’s hand, while some even got onto his own thighs.
He collapsed against Flame, who shortly caught up after a few more thrusts, kissing Wemmbu firmly as he came inside of him. He didn’t even have to get up to know how sore his legs were, since Flame made sure to keep that promise.
His eyes felt heavy again, he should really work on the whole ‘not falling asleep after coming’ thing but, whatever. Flame’s hand gently rubbed his waist, while the other hand caressed the back of his head. He didn’t make an attempt to pull out, content with staying there.
Maybe they should’ve cleaned up, but Flame didn’t want to move, not when Wemmbu had fallen asleep and was resting his head on his chest.
It could wait, like always.