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jeonginsdiary · 3 months

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19 from the prompt list with your choice of people 😁😁

I feel like Chan would say Minho’s name like this before he wrecks him😭😭

- Jokes

- Lee! Minho | Ler! Chan

- “I’ll never talk to you ever again.”

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“Who’s the funniest member?” Chan blurted out one day, making Minho perk his head up from his spot on the couch.

He scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s me!” The younger said like it was common knowledge.

Chan cocked an eyebrow at the dancer, shaking his head and inching closer to the boy on the sofa. At this point, he was huddled up to him, their faces just mere inches away. “No? I’m totally funnier than you.” The oldest retorted, smiling mischievously at Lee Know who glared at him from the corner of his eye.

“Stop lying.”

Chan gasped. “Lying!? You don’t think i’m funny!?” He whined, sending what felt like a million harsh pokes to the younger’s side.

“S-stahp!” Minho couldn’t help but break into a smile, twisting away from the Australian and scrambling backwards on the couch.

Chan just followed him. “I seem pretty funny, don’t I? Look who’s already smiling when I haven’t even said anything!”

“N-noho!” The dancer giggled out when the leader delivered a well placed jab to his sensitive tummy.

“Oh? Was that laughter? I must be hilarious!” The older teased again, making Minho groan.

“You’re poking me and it tickles!” The younger stated the obvious, holding his arms out to protect himself. “It’s not fair!”

Chan relented his poke attack. “Fine, we’ll make it fair. First to laugh at the other’s joke loses.”

The dancer agreed, and the two boys sat crisscrossed facing each other on the couch. Minho went first, making a joke about the leader’s old age and pulling a small smile out of the boy.

“My turn?” Chan asked, to which Lee Know nodded and pulled a cold expression to keep himself from laughing.

After the most horrible joke Minho had ever heard, he simply stared at the older, not even a hint of a grin on his face.

The Australian rolled his eyes.

He was going to win.

Right when the dancer went to flip a hand through his hair, contemplating his next move, Chan sent a rough jab to said boy’s armpit.

“AGH!” The younger jolted and slammed his arm down, his bunny teeth displayed as he smiled involuntarily.

“Oh..? Was that funny to you, Lee Minho?” The older grabbed the dancer’s wrists in one hand, ripping them above his head and pinning them to the sofa no matter how much the other struggled and resisted.

Lee Know shook his head as fast as possible. “Nononono! Y-you can’t doho this! Wait, stop!” pleas flowed out of his mouth as quickly as they could and he tried kicking out at the older.

“What do we have here?” Chan said mockingly, gripping the muscular thigh once it kicked out again and rapidly squeezing the inner part of it, making Minho shriek with laughter.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! YOU’RE SUHUCH A CHEHEHEHEATER!” The dancer clamped his two thighs together, only pushing the leader’s thumb in farther and erupting a scream from himself.

“You did that to yourself!” Chan laughed out, gasping when he felt his wrists being tugged at. Minho had succesfully, despite the leader’s iron grip, brought his pinned arms close enough to Chan’s and was now desperately pulling at the offending fingers.

The older smirked. “Ooh, you’re sneaky~” He teased, bringing the younger’s arms back up with ease and digging into the exposed pit.

Lee Know squealed, frantic laughter pouring out of him.

“You’re still laughing? The joke wasn’t that funny.” The Australian cooed with a knowing smile.

The dancer threw his head back. “NOHOHOHOHO YOU’RE—” He tried to explain but was immediately cut off with another round of helpless screams.

“I’m what?” The older feigned innocence.

Minho opened his mouth but found himself unable to form proper sentences. Seeing the younger this distressed made Chan switch to tracing his sides to give him some time to breathe. “Mhmhmhmm no mohohohore…” He begged, a stream of giggles spilling from his lips.

“So you admit i’m the funniest?” The oldest questioned, expecting the younger to cave knowing how ticklish he was.

To his surprise, he was wrong. Very wrong.

“Absolutely not! Ask anyone and they’ll say i’m funnier than you, old man…” The dancer bit back.

Chan stared at him in disbelief. “You. Did. Not.” He said, mouth agape.

Minho just shrugged.

In a matter of seconds, he flipped Lee Know onto his stomach, sitting on his back thighs and digging vigorously into the boy’s sides. “AGHHH! CHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!” The dancer absolutely howled with laughter, trying urgently to grab for the older’s hands, but only succeeding in opening up his underarms which Chan happily slid his fingers into. “NOHOHOHOOOO GET OHOHOHOHOUT!! THAHAHAT’S OFF LIMIHIHIIAHAHAHAHA!” Minho thrashed and twisted around but just couldn’t get those wiggling fingers out of his hollows.

“It’s what?” The older teased, switching from the boy’s lower sides, to his ribs, to his armpits as quick as he could.

Lee Know could barely get anything out. “OHOHOHOHOHOFFAHAHAHA!!” He was lost in a bout of wild laughter, hair rumpled as he flailed.

“You know…” Chan began. “I think STAY would really love to see their tough, stubborn bunny screaming and crying because of a few tickles, don’t you?” The leader grinned, whipping his phone out and swiping left to the camera.

“Nononono!! I’ll never talk to you ever again!” The dancer begged and pleaded, trying to suck as much air in as he could while Chan pressed record.

The Australian shoved the phone into Minho’s flushed face, to which the boy quickly turned away. “Don’t hide that cute smile from us~” Chan grabbed a chunk of Lee Know’s side with his free hand.

“AHAH!” The younger shrieked, trying to flip over onto his back but only succeeding in exposing his face to the camera.

“There it is!” The older cooed, making sure the non existent viewers received a detailed commentary. “Oh, he’s moving a lot! Are you trying to get away, sir? Is this hurting you?”

Lee Know nodded frantically. “IT HUHUHUHURTS!” He reached for the device, trying to grab it from Chan and stop the recording. But to his dismay, the older merely shoved a hand up the dancer’s exposed armpit. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Minho whined desperately, clamping his arm to his side in fruitless attempts to save himself.

“It still hurts, sir?” Chan asked with a snicker.

The younger squeezed his eyes tight. “YESYESYEHEHEHES! IT DOHOESN’T TICKLE—!! AGHHHHAHAHAHAHA!” He screamed when the leader somehow, despite his flipped position, managed to slip a finger into his navel.

“What if I do this?” The Australian once again brought the camera to the younger‘s face, zooming in on his smiley eyes, then his bunny teeth, then the finger stuck in his belly button which Minho pried and clawed at. His laughter silenced and he felt weak, feebly kicking at the boy on top of him. “Too ticklish?” The leader said as he climbed off of the dancer

“Yehehes just stohohoppp!”

Chan giggled and Lee Know lazily reached for his phone when the screen lit up. He read it slowly as his eyes widened, reading the notification over and over again to make sure he wasn’t mistaken.

gnabnahc shared a real : tickling the bunny ^^

“No, hyung!” But Chan was already sprinting out of the room, a toothy smile plastered to his face.

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kinda all over the place askgkdkgjs lmk what u think!!

there wasn’t really a plot for this soo…

stay healthy!

#kpop tickle #stray kids #stray kids tickle

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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OMG OMG If the reader is sent to Graves and becomes a shadow imagine them in the battlefield when Graves betrays 141 and there the reader is as strong as ever out of their shell and standing their mf ground against 141

mhmhmhmm :}

like post mw3 betrayal!

ooooh maybe listen to me!!! simon is the one that hears you say something that johnny used to say, even with the same lilt in your voice as he while wearing the enemies colors.

He's seeing red. he grinds down on his molars so hard he vaguely hears a crack.

simon makes it his personal mission to go for you.

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lunian · 5 months

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*seeing sexualized arts of Wyll and Astarion* mhmhmhmm yeah

*seeing sexualized arts of Gale* MOI WIZARD WITH TITS OFF? SHAME, SUCH A SHAME, IM CALLING A HORNY POLICE!! COVER!! COVER HIM UP, IF HE GETS COLD HE IS GONNA WHINE ABOUT IT FOR A WHOLE DAY

#still the most sexu man on earth but just in his own specific ways #with his horrible posture and non stopping lectures #mystuff #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3

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pillow-fight1 · 2 years

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might just make a brand new gojo-satoru-lip-shine blog

#i feel my steam running out tho #but im not not over it #pretty sure ill never be over it #gojo satoru #gojo satorus lip shine #mhmhmhmm

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dearest-painter · 10 months

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nezuko! Reader and their cat best friend sneaking onto a mission that they couldn’t go, but went either way. And then as soon the spiders are trying to figure out on how to take down a villain, they hear a voice, and that’s Nezuko! Reader. And they are shocked on how they escaped from the facility and followed them :0!

Miguel:WHAT AREYOU DOING HERE!?

Nezuko!Reader:mmmhmmm! Hmm! Mhmhmhmm!

Miles:You were bored!? That’s why you followed us!?

Nezuko!Reader:MHMM!

Miles:oh my fucking god..

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#nezuko!reader #nezuko anon #my beautiful child series

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beoneofus · 11 months

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male reader | w: 18+

“ theeeeere ya’ go, baby. slowly- just like that. ”

never in a billion fucking light years did you think you'd ever have a chance to even meet a vampire, let alone get on your knees for one at your families cookout; in the shed out back, which was rather sleazy, might I add.

let's not forget the fact, that you've known him and his three... brothers, for less than a year and have been eye fucking them absentmindedly ever since you five have crossed paths. you yourself knew you had the hots for them, enough to cook up some rather sun-blazing fantasies steamy enough to beat hells heat. but you were in the dark about the fact that you actually managed to not once, twice, or even three times; but a dozen times — undress the guys with your eyes and have them catch you.

finally, one of them decided to loop an arm around your waist and pull you away from beloved relatives and guests, at your summer barbeque that was held every year. paul was no stranger to hopping right into things, but being dragged into your father's shed and then pushed to your knees was a surprise for you. like, let's be real, he's flirted with you but you never thought he'd actually take this step.

and now, here you were, slowly taking his length down your throat. eyes half lidded, barely open with tears brimming the corners. your lashes were itching at the skin beneath your eyes practically, and your jaw was slack; tongue out, brushing the underside of his perfectly wide cock.

“ look at yoooou, ” paul would coo mockingly, before letting out a long chuckle. eyeing you up, and then shaking his head in amusement, before tilting it back. the fairylights from outside peaked through the cracks of the wooden shed and shown into his line of sight, hitting right onto his mask of stubble; shaping his jaw perfectly. you almost choked from how fascinated you were at his beauty, but managed to relax your throat once more.

inhaling through your nose, you forced yourself to take in the rest of length. swallowing it, feeling the soft yet hard, skin in your mouth. overall, the texture was nice... and he smelled so so good. It left your head spinning to be surrounded by so much of paul.

“ don't quit now, baby boy. ” paul huffed, snapping you out of your brief day dream. you flickered your gaze upwards once again, only to see him grinning down at you; his veiny wrist in view as he gripped a fist full of your luscious hair. “ you want me to cum down that pretty throat, right? ” his brows lifted suggestively, pinpointing out one of the things you've thought about many times. had the fucker read your thoughts?

“ get outta’ your head.. ” the blonde rasped, all while sliding his other hand along the aide of your face.. fingers grazing over your jawline, before they hooked directly under it. that's when he lifted his hips, moving them back; sliding his cock out of your wet cavern.

“ look at me. ” you did. you followed his command, keeping direct eye contact with the male. god, his sea blue eyes looked so gorgeous from this angle. “ fuck.. that's it. ” he grunted, and then snapped his hips forward! you coughed, choking slightly, but ended up moaning on how good that dick felt pressing against your inner walls. who knew sucking someone off could be so greedily pleasant?

“ mhmhmhmm.. ” paul was lightly humming a laugh, his pearly white coking into view, in a grin. but your eyes were too busy rolling back to even see. “ I'm sooo gonna’ have fun using you. ”

and he did that night. he really did.

let's just say you went... quite a few rounds. no one suspected a thing.

well.. except david, dwayne and marko.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader

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atariklaus · 11 months

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Ghiaccio X Melone

Smut, yeah pretty much it

"Let's make a porno and watch it on VCR"

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Ghiaccio had the unfortunate circumstance of his room sharing a wall with Melone. Most nights, he can hear faint... Noises... Coming through the walls, though they were so quiet that he could've easily hallucinated them.

Not tonight. This night Melone was so loud, Ghiaccio was surprised the others couldn't hear. That, or they decided to pretend like they didn't.

The lucky bastards got to sleep while Ghiaccio was drowning in the sound, "STAI ZITTO!!" he screamed through the wall, of course causing no change. Then, he began kicking the wall, hoping to scare him into stopping. Or for at the very least to kill the mood! But whatever he was getting off to must've been good, so he decided to march his way over and just freeze him. He could thaw him out in the morning.

The door to Melone's room flew open and now Ghiaccio could hear two sounds; Melone's lewd moans, and the video he was watching.

Ghiaccio stood behind him at the edge of the bed, ready to scream into his ear until he read the title; "Muscle Stud in Bondage Stretched & Jerked Off Until He Cums BDSM" with a guy who easily be Risotto on a... Torture device of sorts?

That was it.

That was the final straw.

Ghiaccio couldn't decide what to yell about first; Melone's obnoxious whining, or all the grammatical errors in the porn title itself, and God forbid what mistakes the comments made.

But as he was lost in thought, Melone arched his back and let out a big cry, his head bending back to see Ghiaccio there. Instead of paying him any mind, he continued twisting his hand in all the right directions and at just the right speed. Ghiaccio noticed Melone staring and looked down to see Melone's overheated face, panting and blushing hard as he moaned even louder. He was massaging a nip with his free hand, twisting and pinching and pulling, all for Ghiaccio's eyes to watch.

A throaty groan pulled out before he could speak, "Y-Ya~ You sh-should join me~ Don't th-think I didn't notice that b-bulge of yours mhmhmhmm..." He smiled sweetly.

Ghiaccio snapped out of it and looked down at his bottoms, sure enough hard as ice, "Huh? What? Fuck off!" He tried catching himself to save face, "And keep it down!!"

Melone rolled over onto his stomach, the pornstar's moans still filling the silence, "Aww," he put on a pouty face, "but I'd let you hit~"

Hit? Hit what?! Him, hopefully.

But oh dear God is he making it harder to say 'no'. Ghiaccio sucked in a breath and absent mindedly began adjusting his pants, hoping to relieve the tension.

Melone was way too far in to have the time for foreplay and instead took matters into his own hands. He hooked one of his fingers into the elastic waist of Ghiaccio's bottoms and led him up closer to the head of the bed, ghosting his mouth over the bulge and looking up at Ghiaccio. The fastest way to make a man agree.

And oh did he.

Like putty in Melone's hands, Ghiaccio leaned into him and allowed Melone to do all the work, still a little lost himself.

Melone snaked his hand out from the band and behind Ghiaccio, pulling him onto the bed with a hand on his ass, "Here, lay down for me," he cooed softly.

Ghiaccio took a breath first before speaking, "Look, I'm not here to play games with you-"

Melone cut him off, "Trust me. And if you don't like it, I'll stop."

Whatever will get him to shut up works for Ghiaccio at this point. He sat down onto the bed, laying down on his back with his head at the foot of the bed. Melone reached back and handed him one of the pillows to rest on, Ghiaccio taking it without a thought.

Melone shuffled his way onto Ghiaccio's lap, making himself comfortable. He leaned over and ran his hands firmly down Ghiaccio's arms, working out any tension, "You're always so stressed~ You have to relax more often."

Ghiaccio fell a little out of his daze, a bit annoyed, "I am relaxed."

Melone giggled a little and put a finger up to Ghiaccio's lips, "Ah, nuh uh~! Not another word from you tonight, got it?" and before he could retaliate, Melone leaned into his neck and kissed it softly, sure to leave goosebumps.

A shiver ran down Ghiaccio's spine as his breathing suddenly picked up, and for the first time in a while, his body began feeling hot. Melone mouthed one spot of his neck, mixing in soft and forceful, clean and sloppy, anything that'll force a sound to escape Ghiaccio's guarded mouth.

Ghiaccio tried his best to stay quiet, not wanting to be so lewd to his comrade, who is currently on top of him, but with all the sensations and the porn in the background still playing, it was impossible to last for too long.

First one, then two, then four, and more gasps would break free past his tightly sealed mouth. Even though Melone was successful, he wasn't getting what he wanted.

Very carefully, like a game of Russian roulette, he nipped at Ghiaccio's neck. Instead of receiving a back-hand and a shove from him, he got a hand gripping his hair and the other pulling him in closer, followed by a whine.

Melone detached his mouth from Ghiaccio's neck and picked his head up, looking down at him with their noses nearly touching, "Oh come on now," Melone grinned, "I know you can be louder than that."

Ghiaccio let his temper get to him, yet again, and grabbed Melone by the hips, pushing him up and back down onto his back, flipping him. Melone hit the pillows on the other side with a squeal, overdoing it with a moan and a pant, eyelids sitting low and a loose smile as he wrapped his legs around Ghiaccio's sides.

"You always have something dumb to say, huh?" he huffed, kissing him harshly as he rutted against Melone.

Melone's hands were busy messing up Ghiaccio's curls as he went to push Ghiaccio's head up and off his mouth, "Oh God, just get it over with!" he whined.

Ghiaccio didn't feel like wasting anymore time as he tugged off his bottoms, boxers going along with them. He quickly threw them off and onto the floor. He practically ripped off the shirt as he dove back in for another kiss. The kisses moved lower and lower, making their way to Melone's navel before they were interrupted.

Ghiaccio looked up through his loose curls, "Hey, don't tell anyone I did this," he warned. Before Melone could ask what he was referring to, his dick was suddenly surrounded and engulfed by a hot, warm, moist heat.

His eyes shot open and looked down as Ghiaccio massaged him with his mouth, freezing cold hands holding his hips down. Clenching and unclenching his throat, he sucked in Melone's dick deeper and deeper.

Melone's eyes rolled back and he was near-about frozen in place, gasping for air as more and more moans fell out. His thighs squeezed tightly against Ghiaccio's head, which encouraged him to be even more forceful and rough with his treatment, causing Melone to grab onto Ghiaccio's head and try to pull him off.

"Wait~! St-stop, or I'll end up~" he never finished that sentence, but instead, finished down Ghiaccio's throat. It didn't stop Ghiaccio though, who continued to help Melone ride the high as he felt him soften in his mouth.

Once Melone did, Ghiaccio slid him out with a quiet pop at the end, never loosening the grip.

Melone finally caught his breath, "Sh-shit, that was too damn good for you not to."

"'Not to' what?" Ghiaccio asked.

Melone soon answered the question by sliding down the bed, underneath Ghiaccio's body -as he currently held himself up by his hands- and down to his thighs. He gave each one a gentle kiss before slipping Ghiaccio's dick into his mouth, letting it sit there as he arched his back to give Ghiaccio a full view of his ass.

And man, did he love the view. He brushed his hand across it lightly, surprised he'd never noticed how full it was. Ghiaccio was definitely an ass man, but Melone was so much of a nuisance that he tried his best to ignore him most the time.

Ghiaccio's surprisingly soft touches only excited Melone more as he shook his ass for him, placing his own hands on the back of Ghiaccio's thighs to pull him closer in. Ghiaccio got the message and began rocking his hips back and forth, making his way all the way down Melone's throat.

As he picked up speed, he watched as it caused Melone's ass to bounce more and more, driving him mad. One hand held Melone's backside spread open as the other he wetted to use on Melone.

First, the middle finger, sliding all the way down to the third knuckle before curling up as he dragged it all the way out, repeating again in a torturously slow rhythm. Melone whined low, sending vibrations down Ghiaccio's dick.

Fuck, that felt really good.

His rocking went out of sync for a moment as he bucked his hips. Melone giggled, sending more vibrations, but Ghiaccio steadied himself.

He continued to drag his finger painstakingly slow as he slipped past an extra digit. Melone rewarded him with an overexcited hum, nearly overstimulating Ghiaccio.

This was Ghiaccio's first time in a very, very long time and he needed more. He picked up his pace, slamming his fingers fast and hard into Melone, causing all those great whines to flood through his dick.

Ghiaccio bucked more and more, becoming very erratic, which caught Melone's attention.

All of a sudden, Melone slips out Ghiaccio's dick from his mouth, leading to an irritated cry.

"Mel-..." was all he could get out. Melone never seen such a vulnerable side of Ghiaccio. He was even slurring his words, which a linguistic stickler like Ghiaccio would make sure to never do. It was... cute, in a way, watching him panting on all fours, a pouty look on his face and in his eyes, which were covered by the curls now.

It was too... submissive, to not catch Melone's attention, "I have an even better idea," he sat up now, standing on his knees in front of Ghiaccio, who can now see that the bastard was already hard again. This is going to be impossible to satisfy him...

Though, at this point, Ghiaccio has himself and his issues to deal with now, too. Great.

Melone placed a hand under Ghiaccio's chin, squeezing his face lightly as he tilted it up to see him better. He had a pout to him now, his cheeks and lips puffing up cutely, which Melone ate up.

"I know you said you could, and if you're not down, we can still go back to plan one-"

"Melone, what are you trying to ask?" He interrupted, getting irritated with his run-on sentence.

Melone sighed, smiling again, "What if... I top for the night?"

"'Top'? What the hell is 'top'? That's not even a verb!" Ghiaccio broke out of Melone's hold.

Melone gave out an aggravated grunt, "It's slang for dominating!"

Ghiaccio went quiet. He hasn't been in the submissive role before, and now this up-front question caught him off-guard. He wasn't sure, though it didn't stop his face from burning red.

Melone giggled at the sight, "Your face is saying a lot right now, mio piccolo pomodoro~" he brushed his fingers through Ghiaccio's hair.

Ghiaccio's mouth fell open, "Wha-? Shut up!" but his face continued to get redder. Melone only replied with more chuckles, resting a hand on Ghiaccio's lower back, guiding him to lay down.

"Like I said, you can always opt out," he reassured, but got no protests. Ghiaccio only turned his head away, avoiding Melone's piercing eyes.

Melone held a hand up to Ghiaccio's cheek and tilted his head to look back at him, "Ghiaccio, I'm going to need an answer..."

Ghiaccio let out a shaky sigh, then nodded his head, "Nothing weird though."

Melone laughed, "No worries, though I don't know what's strange to you~"

Ghiaccio was about to cut in with a laundry list of things he had heard Melone do next door until he felt a hard slap against his thigh. He jolted, his breath hitching, "What was that!?"

Melone looked up, "You didn't like it?" he rubbed and massaged the area, causing Ghiaccio's thighs to shake.

He looked away, red and holding back a whine, "Not necessarily, just warn me next time..."

Melone smiled to himself. He pushed Ghiaccio's thighs apart more, smacking his inner thigh.

Ghiaccio jumped, but didn't complain. To him, the strikes enhanced the rewarding, soft touches that soon followed.

"I've always loved your thighs, Ghiaccio. So lean and toned..." Melone added, sliding his hands down to Ghiaccio's hips.

Ghiaccio looked down at Melone, "Are you saying you've been looking at me in... that way?"

"I choose not to answer that one," he laughed to himself, cupping Ghiaccio's balls. He felt Ghiaccio tense up, so he decided to massage them first, "Say Ghiaccio, have you ever-"

"No, and I don't plan to," he answered back sharply.

"Aww~ Look, I know 'torture' is in the name, but it's not physically painful~" Melone squeezed with a giggle. Ghiaccio's eyes go wide and his head rolls back, a whine ripping out of his throat. Melone drinks up the sight, "Oh, that sounded like you really liked that one!"

Ghiaccio's dick jumped as his hand flew to hold tightly onto Melone's arm. Pleading eyes locked with sly ones, "Sh-shut up..."

Melone responded with a harsh tug, "That's not how you address me~" he held his tight grip.

Ghiaccio whimpered, "S-sorry, Melone."

"Not what I was hoping for, but it'll work," he loosened his hold.

Ghiaccio stared sharply at Melone, "I'm not calling you that."

Melone shrugged, "Fair enough."

Melone let go of his hold to drag his laptop closer to himself, Ghiaccio watching, "What are you doing?"

"Tell me, how would this sound? Hehe," he laughed at the double entendre, typing in the search bar.

Ghiaccio adjusted his glasses, looking at the screen when Melone turned it back to face him. His jaw fell open as he watched the video, which seemed like something those two strange men from Unità Speciale would make.

The guy in the video was handcuffed as a woman skillfully slid a thin metal rod into his urethra, the man's breathing picking up as his back arched more. Once in, the woman held down the man's hips from jerking.

Even though the act itself concerned Ghiaccio, watching it caused a fire to brew inside his stomach. Melone watched Ghiaccio's reactions carefully, trying to read his mind. He sat the computer aside as he reached under his bed to grab a small leather case, unzipping it, "Now I would use something smaller than that," Ghiaccio's eyes looked at the collection of rods he had in his case. Of course he had these...

Melone slid out the smallest rod from the casing, around the size of the cartridge of a pen. Ghiaccio shifted in his spot, both nervousness and a hint of excitement fueling him. Melone handed him the rod, "See, it'll be like nothing ever happened."

Ghiaccio pinched the rod to feel how small it was, the cold metal causing him to shiver. He looked at the metal, to the video, and back again.

He couldn't tell if his mind was fuzzy or if he was actually interested, but he agreed, reluctantly handing the rod back to Melone. Melone's eyes went wide with surprise, not expecting a 'yes'.

He wasted no time as he pulled out a wet wipe, sanitizing the instrument before warming it up with his hands, "Now, you must stay still until I fit it all the way in~" he cooed, teasingly sliding the cool metal from the tip of Ghiaccio's dick, down the skin, and to the base.

A slick bead formed at the top of his head, already feeling the affects. Melone pulled out a tube of lube, coating the metal with it. He used the leftover amount to pump Ghiaccio's dick, slowly tugging to make sure he had Ghiaccio's attention.

Ghiaccio's legs tighten as his hips rose to follow Melone's movements only to be settled down once again, Melone placing his knees on top of Ghiaccio's thighs. He grabbed ahold of Ghiaccio's dick as he teased the bar across his slit multiple times before finally pushing in.

Slowly, he slid the end of the metal in. Once it was in, he let it go to allow it to slide down at its own pace.

Ghiaccio gasped for air as he felt the still-cool metal make its way down inside his dick, stretching him out in ways he didn't think he was going to be. He clutched onto the sheets, the foreign feeling giving him mixed signals. On one hand, it felt oddly amazing, like when he finally reaches the bathroom after a long trip, or the last time he had a huge orgasm. But, on the other hand, it was such a new and unique experience. Instead of something leaving that sensitive area, it was entering. Before he knew it, the rod made its way down to the base, sitting still.

He didn't even get the chance to adjust to it before he felt the rod sliding back out, this time by Melone's hand pulling it. Even though he was still delicate with it, the feeling tore through his body, "Mel-Melone!!" he choked out.

Melone laid beside Ghiaccio, petting his hair, "It's alright, if you just want it back, that's all you have to say~" he smiled as he let go of the bar again, watching it make his way back down in awe, "Look at that, you're just eating it up!"

Ghiaccio went crossed-eyed, trying to focus on the ceiling. Melone turned his head to guide Ghiaccio's mouth onto his, passionately making out with him as he continued pulling on the rod, speeding up and fucking his urethra.

Ghiaccio's mouth hung open as his brain went numb, the overstimulation consuming him. His vision went white as he reached his peak and came with the rod still inside, flowing out of the openings on the sides. Once Melone noticed, he carefully pulled the rod out to allow him to finish. Melone reached for his own dick as he got off to the sight of the messy and worn out Ghiaccio in front of him whimpering, his dick twitching and his thighs quickly closing shut, as if he could stop the orgasm. The show had Melone finishing quickly, which in of itself was a major relief for him too, who has been dying to touch himself during the whole process.

Melone brushed his hair out of his face, "Wow, that was great, huh?" he asked, looking over to see Ghiaccio had already passed out.

He smiled once more and took off Ghiaccio's glasses, folding them and neatly placing them on the bedside table. He wasn't sure if it was appropriate, but he gave a small peck to Ghiaccio's cheek before wrapping his arms around him, not caring about the mess on his bed and drifting off as well.

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