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"'Y always know how to calm me down, baby." Yellow sighed as they took another inhale of the rosemary leaf that Brown held up to the bottom of their visor. They sighed, their visor glimmering with fondness as they stared at their now very relaxed partner.
They didn't need to always speak around Yellow. They were extremely chatty, opinionated, and passionate, but when they didn't feel like responding, it was all the same. They generally enjoyed Brown listening to their ramblings, and their expressions always spoke volumes anyway. This was a similar moment.
Their free hand rose up to cup their cheek. "Better?"
"Better, much better! Thanks," they whispered, pressing their face into their larger hand and making a low humming sound, betraying their fulfillment with sitting together. Brown echoed the sound in their naturally lower pitch. That always gave Yellow the hots deep down.
The two chefs sat in silence, looking at each other. They were very close, Yellow's chest was almost touching the underside of Brown's considering they were a bit shorter. They sucked their teeth, dissatisfied. Brown slowly opened their visor— that they didn't even realize they closed —to see what was wrong. Yellow's gaze went soft.
"C'mere," they spoke up, tugging Brown's shirt collar. They immediately leaned down as if they were hypnotized by them. That wasn't a big stretch from the truth, either. "Good," they mumbled, their voice dropping an octave or two. Yellow tilted their head and their faces met slowly, very slowly.
Brown's hand that was holding the now forgotten rosemary was now twitching as they tried to control themselves.
Instead of picking Yellow up and into the air like what they would've done, they simply held onto their waist. Softer than they thought they'd be able to manage.
Yellow rewarded them by interrupting their smooch to plant a kiss on their neck, jawline, and the side of their visor, then continued the kiss. It was semi-awkward. They only shared a few quick pecks on the lips or on the cheek before. You know, all in good, friendly fun.
It turned into making out. Brown's hands were sneaking under Yellow's backpack and Yellow was holding onto their ass and thighs as they lost themselves in each other.
They didn't put any labels on their relationship, but didn't mind the ones people would assign them.
Spouses, partners, coworkers, lovers, close friends, whatever. They could be none or all of that and more.
They were just Yellow and Brown doing what Yellow and Brown wanted. And right now, they wanted to…
They both froze, and pulled away. Not too far, they were still really close. And their hands shifted to more appropriate places, like the other's shoulders. And to Yellow's surprise, Brown spoke first.
"'M sorry."
"Fuck— what for, baby?" They asked just as quickly as Brown started. "Got carried away. I didn't ask first."
Yellow's visor narrowed as they frowned, and they pulled Brown back down to their level. "Why ask when I want you all the time? You know I'd speak up if I didn't want…"
Their large body shook like a leaf. The whine they let out was heavenly and they bucked their hips into Yellow's hand the moment they cupped their bulge in their small palm. "…this."
"Mm… Yellow," they groaned, their neck uncomfortably warm.
"Shh. I'm here."
"I've got you," they cooed, all while Brown was folded at the torso before them, already a whining mess.
They didn't know how much they needed this until now, it felt like getting splashed with warm water from their forehead to their knees. They hadn't been touched by or touched anyone before, let alone Yellow, the only person they found themselves weak in the knees to. Exhibit A.
Clutching their smaller frame tight, they leaned forward and began to grind their front into Yellow's, their own genitals staining their pants in response to Brown's desperation. It was terribly hot.
They sang praises to them and latched onto their back, encouraging the grinding when Brown buried their face in Yellow's neck and inhaled.
They smelt like mostly pizza, but there was an undertone of their floral wood scented perfume, and definitely a third thing. Must have been natural.
And Yellow took the opportunity to smell them as well. They also smelt like pizza, no surprise there, but they also smelt a lot like… blossoms. They didn't know how else to describe it, but it was driving them insane. They wanted to be impossibly closer.
When they ground forward onto them, they noticed that Brown was pretty thick. Yellow hadn't seen them naked, but they could tell. They were probably just as long, but Brown's was definitely thicker.
"I can't wait to feel ya, Brown. This is already amazing, y'know. You're amazingggg…" They groaned out and furrowed their brows, their clothes beginning to feel too tight and too hot and too sticky all of the sudden. "Keep going."
Brown draws back to look at Yellow with puppy eyes. Tugging at Yellow's waistband. They couldn't help but let out an 'awwww…" and hold their face in their hands. Until they realized where they were. Anyone could walk in.
This was already unprofessional, but they'd rather not be out in the open and be at greater risk of getting them and their other half fired. Again. "Let's at least go to the freezer, Brownie."
This is definitely, probably Union protected use of work time. Of course!
"Can you turn over? Please? I wanna see you, honey."
Brown whined, their hands occupied with covering their visor. They were squirming and red faced— this was so much. They felt so much shame in being exposed. This is gross, they thought. Bad and gross. I look slutty.
But Yellow was so patient. They didn't speak or anything, they just softly urged one of their arms away from their face, and Brown got a glimpse of them gazing at them from behind. By God. They found themselves slowly twisting over, with the view of Yellow crawling in front of their legs.
They took their knees into their palms and spread them apart, Brown showing very little resistance. They wanted this. They haven't been this desperate for anyone or anything, and that's what made them feel so… exposed. They wanted it and cursed themselves for it.
"You're so…"
Brown braced themselves. They didn't know why they were expecting a negative comment.
"Why do you have to be so darn scared? You took my breath away for a sec. You're beautiful, sugar."
"Mmmph…" they huffed, suddenly interested in the darkness of their eyelid.
"What? You think I'm lyin'!?" Their voice raised a bit with defense. "I'll prove it."
Before Brown could ask what they meant, they already heard Yellow spitting into their hand. and circling their slit with a finger. They would've yelped if it wasn't for Yellow petting them as they worked. Instead, they let out a shaky breath and looked up at the ceiling as they propped themself up with their elbows.
Yellow groaned softly, making Brown suddenly aware of their watchful eye and their hardness. "Mmm. I'm gonna put a finger in, okay? Slowly."
All Brown could manage was a quick nod and an enticing wiggle of their hips, making the other's fur flush a deep red shade.
Their slim finger slipped into their hole embarrassingly easily from how worked up they were. The whine that jumped out of their mouth was absurd. Yellow wanted to hear it on loop.
"Maybe you can handle two, then," Yellow suggested under their breath. Brown only relaxed their body at that. They supposed they agreed if that was any indicator. But Yellow circled their finger inside and sunk it further, and straight. They were so warm.
Brown's brows knitted together, focusing on the feeling of Yellow inside them. They were trying to remain quiet and only a few grunts or short whimpers rose in their throat.
They were truly something else, Yellow thought in a daze as they inserted their second finger and scissored them together inside. They were in knuckle-deep, but they didn't wanna move until Brown—
"Move," they begged. "Please."
Nevermind.
It didn't feel amazing immediately. They were both new to this, after all.
Yellow had been scanning Brown's face over and over when they tried curling their fingers. It had them making a sound that was similar to a train whistle, but smoother and quieter. Not much of a talker, they noted. But they were making noises pretty often.
Then they angled their fingers up into their stomach.
Brown let out a rumble that came from the deepest depths of their chest, and Yellow swore they never saw their face go a darker shade. It looked like they were suffocating, but right where they wanted to be at the same time.
Laying on their back with Yellow prepping them.
They sobbed and their face contorted further. Yellow took it as a sign that they were close and decided to pull their hand out, leaving them there for a moment. Now Brown actually wanted to bawl their eyes out.
"Easy... I know, baby, I'm sorry," Yellow hushed, with much restraint in their voice. "I don't want you to be too overwhelmed when we start, y'know? Can't have you cumming so soon," they explained, their hands trembling with the urge to reach out and keep touching them.
Brown sighed. They were right, it would overwhelm them quickly. It just reminded them, again, neither of them have done anything like this before.
But they did want to be filled, it didn't exactly matter to Brown if it was by their fingers or their dick, it mattered if they were filled with Yellow.
They tried to sit up and quickly became lightheaded, so instead, Yellow sat back and grabbed a soft bag of frozen food, it didn't matter what it was. They sat on top of it and it was surprisingly soft while they settled back on it and pulled Brown up and into their lap from there.
"Wow…" Yellow gasped, stopping to admire how Brown looked above them.
With their thick locs draping over their face and visor like a wedding veil, their breath bloomed white in comparison to the cold freezer, only illuminated by the small amount of light peaking through the door to the kitchen.
It was a sight they'd replay in their mind over and over 'til the day they died. And Brown could say the same.
Yellow's fur was saturated in sweat and the fur on their cheeks stuck out. Their once balanced, springy pixie afro was frizzy from the heat of their face that was covered in shadows. Save for their visor that was full of light and the reflection of their own face. Both of theirs were, just like every other time they looked at each other.
Yellow held onto their torso. Brown's voice cut through the soft air between them. "I'm so lucky. It's like you added all the seasoning and flavor that I was missing in my life." A tear began to form in Yellow's eye. "Brown…" they whispered, gliding their hands down to their hips.
Their faces met again, just like how they did in the kitchen, but it was much more coordinated. They learned about what they liked and how they moved quickly and easily, and once they did, they couldn't get enough. Eating up the other's moans. Yellow mumbled against their mouth.
"Any way you slice it, I think we complete each other. Yeah?"
"Yeah. Hhhhah..yeah."
Brown's hand reached down to thumb Yellow's dick, while Yellow idly rubbed their fingertips back and forth on their slit. They both could feel each other's fluids leaking on their stomachs, cocks smothered between them.
They both drew back. "A-Alright. I gotta admit, I've been stallin'. Hard."
"Mhh-hmm," Brown shared the sentiment. They braced their hands on Yellow's shoulders, circling their hips around Yellow's dick. They whined at the sensation. "Brown. Brown— I need you." They had suddenly let go of them.
"Then have me," their voice raised. Unlike their body that sat right down on Yellow.
They shouted and it quickly dissolved into a groan, holding onto Brown for dear life. "Oh!-ooohhehahah… you're so warm!" Yellow commented, gripping Brown's soft ass.
The words barely reached Brown's ears, too focused on trying to adjust to Yellow stretching them open. They glanced down and saw the slightest bulge in their stomach that indicated exactly where Yellow was inside them, and God did that turn them both on.
Yellow's shaking hand came up to rub Brown's stomach, and they both squirmed. "Th-that's… oh, wow. wow." The closest they could get to not ramming up into Brown's warm, wet hole is keeping their hips at a slow, short rut. And even then, Brown felt like they'd explode.
They bounced softly in their lap, a pace that worked out great for both of them. The push and drag of Yellow inside them was exquisite, it felt like it got better and better each time the junctures of their hips slapped together.
"You feel so much more amazing th-than I could've imagined… You're doing so, so good, baby," Yellow spoke softly and encouragingly, and it worked wonders. Brown was basically hugging them as they rode them faster, harder, barely containing their gruff sounds. Yellow had never seen them so animalistic before.
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Brown sobbed.
"Hhgh- steady, I got you." They held their hips tighter and guided them up and down, moving their own hips more confidently as well to save Brown some labor. They found better rhythm and felt ready to be a little rougher.
It was a bit sloppy, and obviously very desperate for the two. But it felt good, so did anything else ultimately matter? Yellow angled their hips just so, moving back against the wall a little every time they thrusted up, forcing their cock to move into Brown's stomach.
They could tell they found the spot again because Brown's hips stuttered and they shot straight up, soundlessly, gripping the other's shoulders like they were a lifeline "Y' okay?"
They rolled their hips in their lap firmly before Yellow could say any more, confirming that they wanted to keep going. It seemed like they were close anyway.
Both of their legs were trembling so hard it might as well be considered spasms as they were getting louder. Their rhythm was just about perfect for them, it felt like a dance for just the two of them.
The sensation deep within their walls was felt much more vividly, it's like they could feel every ridge and vein and could vaguely feel them throb when Brown reached over to suck on their neck, it was unlike anything they've been through together.
"Aa-ahh… Brown, I'm- m'gonna…" Yellow strung the words together poorly and couldn't get the rest out, completely 'lost in the sauce' that was the inside of Brown's slit. Brown wasn't much better themselves.
"Can we… hah! do it together?" they asked, nearly begged. "Mmgghyyeaahhh…" Brown slurred their answer out, pausing to firmly press their knees into the bag they were sitting on while slamming themselves down on Yellow hard, sweat beading on their brow..
Yellow mewled loudly, matching Brown's effort with each desperate raise of their hips. They shared harmonic, drawn out groans, and their orgasms hit them like a semi-truck. Brown had spilled all over their and Yellow's chests, repeating their name like they were praying.
Below them, they seemed to pause and had a death grip on Brown's waist, their expression focused despite the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them and giving each them goosebumps. They were ensuring every drop would be pumped as deep as possible into their beloved partner.
They stayed like that for a minute— hot and sweaty, panting into each other's faces, with Yellow filling them up for a few seconds longer than they thought. They cum a lot, Brown thought to themselves, completely turned on by it.
A bit trickled down onto their makeshift seat despite Yellow's cock being used as a plug.
…
Plug…
…
"Oh— Brown! I got a-a gift for you!"
They sat up quickly and they both immediately got dizzy from the jostling. Yellow whispered a quick apology and dug in their bag for something. They sucked their teeth as they rummaged, the item seemed to be somewhere at the bottom of their pack. What could they possibly-
"…What."
"I uh… I got you this a while ago, I just never knew if it'd be inside of me or inside of you… or-or if I'd ever even get to use it, I mean," they explained feverishly, their visor wide as saucers as they held the little pink heart-shaped butt plug out to Brown. Nervously hoping they'd take it.
They did, but not without an embarrassed sigh. "I can't believe you'd bring this on the ship— to our job. But… of course you did." The slow smirk in their voice was surprisingly very audible, considering their typically deadpan voice.
Yellow sat there, surprised, until they felt their dick exposed to the cold freezer air. Brown had risen and quickly inserted the plug into their slit before any more of Yellow's load could ooze out. They were trying to preserve it, after all!
Somehow it made them feel 10x fuller.
Giddily, Yellow clapped their hands in delight then twirled their finger, requesting Brown to turn around. They obliged, shifting their weight a little on the bag.
"Awwww, Brown!" they cooed. "You look so cute!" Brown let out a little grunt, feeling pride and shame at the same time. "'N no one else gets to see you like this, mm? All for me?"
Something in Yellow's tone made Brown's brain shift. They quickly nodded like a dog, flipping back around to hold onto them. Yellow couldn't help digging their nails into their scalp and scratching softly.
"Make sure you keep it all safe, 'kay? I want you nice and full." Brown nodded with determination and wobbled as they slid out of Yellow's lap.
They looked around the freezer and quickly found their hats discarded on a rack. Yellow was on the other side of the freezer gathering their aprons and undergarments.
"Let's not tell anyone about this,' Yellow insisted as they slipped back into their apron.
"…Yeah." Brown mumbled, sounding disappointed as they straightened out their shirt.
"…Excuse you!? Don't tell me you were gonna go around saying-"
"It's not that," they interrupted. "I just don't want us to forget this ever happened."
Oh. "That's not what I meant. We could remember it amongst each other, y'know? I… don't wanna forget this either, baby."
"Never?"
"Ever. In a million years."
They didn't respond verbally, but they could feel their cheeks flushing. Both of them could.
Brown shifted in their pants to try and get used to the plug inside them.
They'd be wearing it for God knows how long, so they figured they'd adjust now, treasuring Yellow's warmth buried where no one would find it.
"I love you," Yellow sighed earnestly. Brown looked up from the ground to be met with Yellow standing by the freezer door and keeping it open, with that same patient gaze they were giving them as they got used to having them inside them earlier.
The same gaze they'd give Yellow instead when they first learned to work together.
"I love you too. Let's go."