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His man. His. Here in the server, it was a given that Blake belonged to Roswo, as if he’d had no life before Roswo decided to duet his video. Even that baffoon, Wykull, thought Blake was just a friendly guy he could hang out with without Roswo knowing. If that wasn’t ownership, what was?
With Blake (also Roswo) helping Wykull out with making Safurno escape, Blake had repudiated all that by implying he featured a life that has nothing to do with Roswo. And a great deal to do with someone else. Asking them out for lunch?
And while Roswo was always so insistent on claiming Blake’s heart by flirting— he only known Blake for about a week!— he didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to do that either. Although Blake was being kind and assisted Wykull, Roswo felt betrayed. Even humiliated that he didn’t do much. Jealousy prickled all over his body.
“Uh, Roswo?” Safurno said, nudging Roswo. “You’re zoning out.”
“Huh?” Roswo blinked, startled. “Oh, right. Just thinking.” He said, then taking a look at his surroundings. He was outside, sitting on the tall grass at the hill. Besides Safurno. His weapon was out of his grasp, slided down on the greenery.
Safurno chuckled, shoulders hunched up and glancing around. “Blake wanted to collect Wykull. So it’s just us.”
“What? Wh— Why?” Roswo turned to look at Safurno, eyebrows furrowed. Silly guy with his ridiculous head and his decrepit face. Why was Safurno more aware of what Blake was doing and not Roswo?
“You… killed him.” Safurno said hesitantly. Oh, right. Gosh, he wished people he didn’t like didn’t revive.
“Oh, right. I got irritated. Blake’s popular, so, I get annoyed. With Wykull.” Roswo confessed casually, though it was nothing but casual. It was more like: Roswo wanted to tackle Wykull down everyday.
“Don’t worry, we’ve only possibly known eachother for a week. Blake made a great hit, if anything— there’s probably going to be more people coming following him around.”
That’s Safurno spewing bullshit. Blake? Obviously he’s a hit, only because of Roswo. This helped him remind that he was Blake’s main friend in this server.
“Huh.” Roswo grunted, staring up at the dimming sun, squinting his eyes.
“Why? You don’t like that?” Safurno asked, cocking his head. It was like he was reading Roswo’s mind.
“I do! I do… It just surprises me. I didn’t expect we’d get a chance of popularity.” It took him a moment to consider his answer. An awkward silence came between them, Safurno seemed like he was aware of how Roswo was thinking.
”Well, the world changes awfully fast.” Safurno shrugged. “Dude, down there was scary.”
”Crafting tables everywhere?”
”Every—“ Safurno exaggerated, “—where! My base was made out of crafting tables, the ground…”
Roswo gave a smirk. “Glad you escaped.”
“We should probably go after Blake, must’ve found him already. Lunch it is.” Safurno initiated, standing up.
“Totally.” Roswo stood up after, his weapon back into his inventory. He tightened the white cloths that was around his waistband that were loosened.
“Catch up!” Safurno decided to run down the hill, luckily, Blake made a trail of his footsteps. His passages were always so predictable. No wonder Roswo was able to follow him everywhere.
When they got to Wykull’s base, Safurno decided to sit at a couch the base provided, and ate the pork Wykull handed out.
“Where’s Blake?” Roswo asked, already making his way into a room.
“Collecting blocks for his new build. Not that room though! The one on the right.” Wykull responded, chewing the meat, mouth full. What did Blake see in these guys that Roswo didn’t?
“Thanks.” Roswo replied, not hesitant on rolling his eyes.
“You haven’t even ate!” Safurno shouted.
“Not hungry, changed my mind!” Roswo yelled back, all he wanted was to see his dear friend. Which was not Wykull or Safurno.
“We’ll save some.” Wykull added with a wink which made Safurno laugh. He was getting comfortable already.
”Whatever, Blake’s better to deal with than you anyway.” He snickered.
Roswo went to the next room and knocked on the door that was the entrance of where Blake was at three times. Even then, he still had to be respectful under circumstances.
“You can come in, just grabbing azalababa bushes!” Blake said cheerfully.
“Cherry bushes are way better. And, it’s me, Blake.” Roswo slid into the room and locked the door behind him, striding up to Blake without trying to seem intimidating.
“You found me.” Blake said.
In the server? In the world itself? Never mind that, it didn’t matter.
“That I did.”
“Oh, Roswo. About earlier, I’m sorry you had to endure all of that. That battle… You just came up at me I got startled and—-“
“No, no, no. It was completely on me, I should’ve helped more.”
Roswo pressed his palm against the back of Blake’s back, there a dip that made his hand fit perfectly there. “And either way, all these ‘easy’ builds for others should be draining. Don’t you need a little break?”
“Just a little, but it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing, Blake. You need a reliever.” Roswo didn’t know what he was doing, at all! All he knows that he was going to have something on Blake, or at least that’s what he only has planned. However, they both need a reliever. It won’t hurt to have a bit of fun, right? Roswo was always so insisting about them having intimacy.
“I’m fine, really, Roswo…” Blushed creeped in on Blake’s face.
“You’re not, you look so tired.” Roswo lied, pulling Blake in front of him and pushing him on top of the large chest where Blake was grabbing blocks. “You need something, don’t you?”
“Roswo…” Blake said breathily, steadying himself as he put his hands on Roswo’s shoulders.
Roswo felt the calluses on his finger tips from whatever tools he grips on when building, the soft surround skin. Then, almost shyly, he kissed Roswo, sending shock waves through his body. Ignoring the pain Blake was giving him on his bottom lip, he responded, hungry and curious, every nerve of his lips were making his body awake. Roswo planted his hands on Blake’s hips, turning his head a bit for better spacing for their noses. He kissed him until his lip started to bleed a little, and would have kept going if Blake hadn’t pulled away.
“Blake.” Roswo said, pulling his lips back into Blake’s skin, trailing off into his neck and nibbling.
Blake let out small “ah, ah, ah’s,” his fingers curling inward on Roswo’s shoulder blades as he repositioned himself on top of the chest.
Roswo’s hand went downward in between Blake’s thighs, his other free hand tugging down at his waistband Blake’s pants had inch-by-inch, “do you want to go a little more further?” Roswo asked between kisses, even licking Blake’s skin as Blake let out a shuddering moan.
“Yes, yes!” Blake managed to whispered with his voice thick with desperation and need. Head turned back, his expression of pleasure mixing with that lingering blush. Roswo only gave a small chuckle before continuing pulling his pants downs.
Roswo didn’t bother trying to take Blake’s underwear off, pulling them to the side, revealing wet folds that were glistening and already covered in arousal. He gently pulled his legs apart.
Roswo’s groin twitched and throbbed visibly under his own pants as he took in view of Blake’s cunt. He slowly guided his own fingers toward the slick, swollen opening, sliding his two fingers into that tight hole, getting used to its grip as he scissored inside. Unlike anything Roswo ever imagined, Blake’s cunt was incredibly soft and warm, his hips bucking slightly as Roswo found his prostate and started to make more contact with it.
“Nhh, ah!” Blake yelped, legs shuddering as it subconsciously spread opened for Roswo’s arm. Roswo watched as Blake rolled his thighs in a slow rhythm to get used to the penetration, each slide of those fingers going in and out making his cock ache each time.
“I have you, Blake.” Roswo came out rougher than he expected, his thumb went in to rub Blake’s clit, slow circular motions forming. He gave a soft kissing on Blake’s temple on both sides, pulling back to continue to grind his finger tip on the hardened nub.
Blake's expression fracture with pleasure. Roswo increased the pace, driving fingers deeper, learning the contours of that sensitive flesh, every twitch and clench. Blake's thighs trembled against his own hips made Roswo’s dick throb more with a pressure that felt almost painful.
“More, please.” Blake begged, closing his eyes. Fingers moved more aggressively, stretching the hole, opening further as Roswo prepared him. Each thrust of those digits deeper into that warm, wet cunt drew more desperate sounds from Blake.
“You’re doing good.” Roswo said. The room seemed to shrink until nothing existed except the heat between them and the wet sounds of penetration. Rowso watched the small nub his thumb rubbed with high focus. The preparation was nearly complete; the cunt was slick, open, and begging for something larger, something more solid than fingers. Rowso braced himself, fingers withdrawing slowly so that he could stick his dick in.
Blake mourned the loss, letting out soft cries and whimpers. Roswo was quick to unzip his pants, freeing out his cock.
Roswo gripped Blake's hips with bruising intensity as he made the other boy lower himself. The swollen entrance stretching to accommodate the thick head of his cock. A guttural sound escaped Roswo's throat as he felt that first, searing contact of hot flesh sliding over sensitive nerve endings. The tightness was overwhelming, a physical pressure that seemed to challenge every ounce of his dignity.
“God, Blake…”
“Roswo—“ Blake moaned, his arms around Roswo’s neck.
“Shh, be quiet. You don’t want Wykull and Safurno to hear, don’t you?”
As Roswo sank further, Blake’s hips bucked upward instinctively, meeting the descent to close the small gap.
The friction was exquisite, a slow motion invasion that made his vision blur at the edges. Roswo tracked the way the boy's eyes rolled back and his lips parted in a silent cry of overwhelmed sensation. “You like this, don’t you?” Roswo teased, thrusting in more. “You’re doing great, don’t worry.” He cooed.
The cock slid deeper, filling Blake completely, folds around Roswo’s length. Roswo felt the internal clench of those walls around him, a rhythmic pulsing that threatened to shatter his composure immediately.
The possessiveness in his chest burned white hot; the feeling of being buried inside Blake, of being the sole cause of that helpless expression, was more intoxicating. No Wykull, no Safurno.
Roswo felt the sharp cry reverberate through his own body as Blake fully bottomed out, the sound raw and unguarded. The tightness was staggering; the walls of that cunt gripped him with such fierce intensity that it felt as though Blake might never let go. Roswo’s head fell for a moment, teeth gritted against the overwhelming sensation of being buried so deeply.
Blake arched his back, lips parted and eyes glazed with pleasure. Rowso put his hands on Blake’s waist to hold him firmly in place.
He held Blake steady, guiding the pace while pressing kisses on Blake’s forehead. “You need to pull out, please.” Blake reminded him while holding onto Roswo. He was indeed close, on the brink of cumming inside.
“Got it, soldier.” Roswo responded with a ragged gasp.
He pulled out, he sudden absence of that searing heat leaving him feeling exposed and raw. The release was violent and overwhelming, each pulse sending thick spurts of cum across Blake's stomach. His chest heaved as he struggled to regain control of his breathing, his vision swimming with residual pleasure. The sight of the white liquid stark against Blake’s skin made him smile. All the jealousy, weird, abnormal, behavior went down the drain.
”We made a mess.” Blake said, blinking again and again. “We… really did get carried away.”
“Want to do this again, next time?” Roswo asked, caressing Blake’s cheek affectionately.
Blake exhaled, and inhaled. He let out a small laugh, “sure, soldier,” and gave a light kiss on Roswo’s lips.