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Tommy fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he stood outside Wilbur's apartment door, the familiar thrill of anticipation curling in his stomach. He'd been here countless times, but every visit still felt like the first - exciting, nerve-wracking, and full of potential. After taking a deep breath, he knocked.

The door opened almost immediately, revealing Wilbur's grinning face. His curls were tousled like he'd been running his hands through them, and the warm light of the apartment cast a golden glow around him.

"Tommy!" Wilbur exclaimed, pulling him into a quick, firm hug. The scent of Wilbur's cologne and the warmth of his embrace immediately put Tommy at ease. He buried his face in Wilbur's chest for a moment, inhaling deeply, before stepping back to meet his boyfriend's gaze.

"Hey, big man," Tommy replied with a grin. He tilted his head up slightly to meet Wilbur's eyes, which were alight with that mischievous spark that always made Tommy's heart race.

Wilbur gently tugged him inside, kicking the door shut behind them. "I've missed you," Wilbur murmured, his voice low and almost breathless as he leaned in closer.

"I missed you too," Tommy replied, his voice softer now, matching the intimate atmosphere that seemed to settle over them.

There was a brief pause, a moment of electric tension, before Wilbur cupped Tommy's face with both hands and leaned in for a kiss. Tommy responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Wilbur's neck and pulling him closer. The kiss was slow and  deliberate at first, filled with a tenderness that made Tommy's chest ache with affection. But as Wilbur's hands moved from his face to his waist, pulling him even closer, the kiss deepened, becoming more heated, more desperate.

Tommy gasped softly as Wilbur's lips trailed down his jawline to his neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers down his spine. Wilbur's hands were everywhere - tugging at the hem of Tommy's shirt, gripping his hips, caressing his sides. Tommy responded in kind, his hands tangling in Wilbur's curls, tugging slightly as he pulled Wilbur back up for another searing kiss.

Wilbur groaned into the kiss, the sound sending a thrill through Tommy's body. He could feel the heat rising between them, the way their breaths quickened, the way their bodies pressed together with an urgency that was impossible to ignore.

"Wil," Tommy breathed out as they broke apart for air, his voice trembling slightly with the intensity of his emotions. His lips were swollen from the kissing, and his cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and desire.

Wilbur's gaze was dark, filled with a mix of adoration and lust that made Tommy's heart pound in his chest. "Tommy," Wilbur whispered back, his voice rough, "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

Tommy's breath hitched at the raw desire in Wilbur's voice. He tugged Wilbur's shirt, a silent plea for more, and Wilbur responded immediately, capturing Tommy's lips in another passionate kiss.

They stumbled backwards toward the couch, their movements clumsy and frantic as they continued to kiss and touch, desperate to feel more of each other. When they finally collapsed onto the cushions, Wilbur hovered over Tommy, his eyes searching Tommy's face for any sign of hesitation.

But there was none. Tommy's eyes were wide and bright with excitement, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Don't stop," he whispered, pulling Wilbur down for another kiss.

Wilbur smiled against Tommy's lips, his heart swelling with love and desire for the boy beneath him. "I wouldn't dream of it," he murmured before losing himself in the moment once again, his world narrowing down to just Tommy, just this.

And in that heated embrace, in the way they kissed like they couldn't get enough of each other, they both knew that this - whatever it was between them - was more than just a fleeting moment. It was everything.

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The next day, Tommy found himself back at Wilbur's apartment. The air between them buzzed with an unspoken tension, a lingering desire from the night before. They'd spent hours together, their bodies entwined in a heated embrace, but something more intimate had hung in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

As soon as Wilbur closed the door behind them, the magnetic pull between them snapped into place. Wilbur's hands were on Tommy's hips, drawing him close, and their lips met in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of promise.

"Are you sure?" Wilbur whispered against Tommy's lips, his voice tinged with both concern and desire. He pulled back slightly, searching Tommy's eyes for any sign of doubt.

Tommy's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through him. He'd never gone this far with anyone before, and the thought of crossing that line with Wilbur - someone he trusted, someone he loved - sent a thrill through him. He nodded, his voice steady as he said, "I want this. I want you."

Wilbur's eyes softened with affection, and he leaned in to kiss Tommy again, this time more gently, more tenderly. As their lips moved together, Wilbur's hands slid under Tommy's shirt, his touch warm and reassuring. Tommy shivered at the sensation, his breath hitching as Wilbur began guiding them toward the bedroom.

They didn't stop kissing as they moved, stumbling slightly as they peeled off their clothes along the way. Wilbur's shirt was the first to go, then Tommy's, each piece of fabric hitting the floor without a second thought. Wilbur's hands were everywhere - caressing Tommy's bare skin, mapping out every inch of his body with a kind of reverence that made Tommy's head spin.

By the time they reached the bedroom, they were both stripped down to their underwear, the final barrier between them. Wilbur gently pushed Tommy back onto the bed, climbing onto the bed next to him with a soft, reassuring smile.

"We'll take it slow," Wilbur murmured, pressing a kiss to Tommy's forehead, then to his lips. His voice was calm and steady, a stark contrast to the pounding of Tommy's heart. "If you need to stop, just say the word."

Tommy nodded, his trust in Wilbur absolute. "I'm okay," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with a mix fo nerves and anticipation.

Wilbur kissed him again, deeper this time, as his hand slid down Tommy's body. Tommy gasped softly when Wilbur's fingers brushed against his growing erection through the thin fabric of his underwear. Wilbur smiled against his lips, taking his time as he stroked Tommy through the fabric, teasing him, building up the anticipation.

"Wilbur, please," Tommy breathed out, his voice desperate as he bucked his hips into Wilbur's touch. He needed more - so much more.

Wilbur's smile widened, and he finally pulled Tommy's underwear down, tossing it aside before removing his own. They were both fully exposed now, and Tommy's eyes widened at the sight of Wilbur's length. He swallowed hard, feeling a mix of awe and intimidation.

Wilbur noticed the look in Tommy's eyes and leaned in to kiss him again, a gentle distraction. "It's okay," he murmured softly.

Tommy nodded, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. He trusted Wilbur - more than anyone - and he knew that Wilbur would guide him through this.

Wilbur reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers generously, then shifted so that Tommy could watch as he prepared himself. Tommy’s breath hitched as Wilbur’s fingers slid inside himself, stretching and preparing his body with slow, deliberate movements. It was an intimate sight, one that sent a wave of arousal through Tommy.

When Wilbur was ready, he guided Tommy to kneel between his legs. "Just go slow," Wilbur instructed, his voice soft but filled with need. He guided Tommy’s hand to his cock, helping him align it with his entrance.

Tommy’s hands trembled slightly as he pressed forward, the tip of his cock slipping inside Wilbur’s warm, welcoming heat. The sensation was overwhelming, and Tommy couldn’t suppress the loud moan that tore from his throat.

Wilbur gasped softly, his head falling back against the pillow as Tommy slowly sank deeper into him. "That’s it," Wilbur whispered, his voice breathless. "Just like that."

Tommy’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he fully sheathed himself inside Wilbur. The tightness, the heat, the way Wilbur’s body squeezed around him—it was all so much, too much, and yet not enough. He needed more, wanted more, and the primal urge to move, to claim, took over.

Tommy began to thrust, starting slow and shallow, testing the waters. But as Wilbur moaned beneath him, his hips rising to meet each thrust, Tommy’s movements became more confident, more urgent. He set a steady rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fucked Wilbur with a desperation he hadn’t known he was capable of.

Wilbur was just as vocal, his moans and gasps filling the room, driving Tommy wild. "Tommy," Wilbur panted, his hands gripping Tommy’s shoulders, urging him on. "You’re doing so good. So fucking good."

The praise sent a surge of pleasure through Tommy, and he thrust harder, faster, losing himself in the sensation. He could feel the tight coil of pleasure building in his abdomen, the familiar ache of release drawing closer with each thrust.

"Wilbur," Tommy groaned, his voice cracking with intensity. "I’m— I’m gonna—"

"Do it," Wilbur encouraged, his voice low and rough. "Come inside me, Tommy."

With a final, deep thrust, Tommy buried himself inside Wilbur, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He cried out, his body trembling as he spilled inside Wilbur, the intensity of his release leaving him breathless and overwhelmed.

Wilbur moaned softly at the sensation, his own release following seconds later as Tommy continued to thrust shallowly, riding out the waves of pleasure. Wilbur’s body tensed, then relaxed as he came, his cum spilling onto his stomach.

Tommy collapsed onto Wilbur, their chests heaving as they both caught their breath. The room was filled with the sound of their panting, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Wilbur’s arms wrapped around Tommy, holding him close as they both basked in the afterglow.

"You did amazing," Wilbur murmured into Tommy’s hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.

Tommy’s heart swelled at the words, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks," he whispered, nuzzling into Wilbur’s chest. "I’m glad it was with you."

Wilbur’s grip tightened slightly, his voice tender as he replied, "I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way."

They lay there for a while longer, tangled in each other’s arms, enjoying the peaceful silence that had settled over them. Eventually, Wilbur shifted, pulling Tommy up so he could look into his eyes.

"How do you feel?" Wilbur asked softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Tommy’s face.

Tommy thought for a moment, then smiled, a mix of exhaustion and contentment in his eyes. "Happy," he said simply. "I feel happy."

Wilbur’s smile mirrored his own, and he leaned in to press one last, tender kiss to Tommy’s lips. "Me too," he whispered against Tommy’s mouth, his voice filled with nothing but love.

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It was a lazy afternoon, and the warm sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows made the room feel cozy and comfortable. Tommy leaned against the counter, his focus entirely on his phone as he scrolled through social media. The quiet hum of the microwave filled the space as his lunch heated up, and he absentmindedly tapped his foot to a rhythm only he could hear.

Wilbur, who had been lounging on the couch in the living room, wandered into the kitchen. He was drawn to Tommy's side by the sight of him. There was something about the way Tommy was standing, so casual and relaxed, that sparked a sudden, irresistible urge in Wilbur. The way his boyfriend’s ass jutted out slightly as he leaned on the counter was too tempting to ignore.

Without saying a word, Wilbur approached Tommy from behind, his hands sliding around Tommy’s waist as he pressed his body against him. Tommy startled slightly, a surprised yelp escaping his lips as he felt Wilbur’s hard length grind against his ass.

“Wilbur?” Tommy asked, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of laughter. “What are you—?”

But before he could finish, Wilbur’s lips were on his neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin. Tommy’s breath hitched, his phone forgotten as he instinctively tilted his head to give Wilbur better access.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Wilbur murmured against Tommy’s neck, his voice low and husky with desire. “You just look so good standing here.”

Tommy’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, and he let out a soft moan as Wilbur’s hands moved down to his hips, pulling him back against Wilbur’s hard cock. “Fuck, Wilbur,” Tommy breathed out, his heart beginning to race as he felt Wilbur’s need pressing against him.

Wilbur chuckled darkly, his hands squeezing Tommy’s hips as he continued to grind against him. “You like that, huh?” he teased, his lips brushing against Tommy’s ear.

Tommy could only nod, his voice catching in his throat as the friction sent jolts of pleasure through his body. He was already half-hard just from the grinding, and the way Wilbur was touching him made his arousal spike even higher.

“Stretch over the counter and hold on,” Wilbur commanded softly, his voice taking on that authoritative tone that never failed to send a thrill through Tommy.

Tommy obeyed, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he stretched over it. But before he could say anything, Wilbur’s lips were on neck, capturing him in a heated, possessive kiss. Tommy moaned, his hands tightened around the edge of the counter as their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building rapidly.

Wilbur wasted no time, his hands moving to Tommy’s waistband and yanking down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion. Tommy gasped as the cool air hit his bare skin, but the sound quickly turned into a desperate moan as Wilbur’s hand wrapped around his erection, stroking him with slow, teasing movements.

“Wilbur, please,” Tommy begged, his voice already breathy and high-pitched, the need in his tone unmistakable.

Wilbur grinned against Tommy’s lips, loving how quickly Tommy fell apart in his hands. “Please what, love?” he asked, his tone playful as he continued to stroke Tommy’s cock, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip.

Tommy whined, his hips bucking into Wilbur’s hand as he tried to get more friction. “Please fuck me,” he moaned, his voice trembling with desperation. “I need you to fuck me.”

Wilbur’s eyes darkened with lust at the plea, and he wasted no time in freeing his own cock from his pants. He slicked himself up with some spit, the anticipation building between them as he lined himself up with Tommy’s entrance. “You want me to fuck you right here, over the counter?” Wilbur asked, his voice rough with desire.

Tommy nodded frantically, his hands gripping the counter even tighter. “Yes, yes, fuck me over the counter,” he panted, his voice taking on that breathy, almost slutty tone that made Wilbur’s blood boil with need.

Wilbur didn’t need any more encouragement. He pressed forward, the tip of his cock breaching Tommy’s entrance. Tommy cried out, his body arching as Wilbur pushed deeper, filling him with one smooth thrust. 

“Fuck, Tommy,” Wilbur groaned, his hands gripping Tommy’s hips as he paused for a moment, letting Tommy adjust to the sudden intrusion. “You feel so fucking good.”

Tommy’s response was a mix of high-pitched moans and breathless whimpers as he adjusted to the stretch, the sensation of being filled by Wilbur overwhelming him in the best way possible. “More,” Tommy begged, his voice trembling with need. “Please, Wilbur, I need more.”

Wilbur’s control snapped at the plea, and he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a fast, punishing pace that had Tommy crying out in pleasure with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, mingling with Tommy’s loud, slutty moans as Wilbur pounded into him over the counter.

Tommy couldn’t hold back the sounds that poured from his lips, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He felt completely at Wilbur’s mercy, and he loved it. “Wilbur, oh fuck, yes, yes, right there!” Tommy screamed as Wilbur hit that perfect spot inside him, the pleasure so intense it made his vision blur.

Wilbur grunted with the effort, his hips snapping forward with relentless force. He loved hearing Tommy like this, loved the way his boyfriend completely gave himself over to the pleasure. “You sound so fucking hot, Tommy,” Wilbur growled, his voice strained with his own mounting pleasure. “Such a good slut for me, aren’t you?”

Tommy could only moan in response, his mind too clouded with pleasure to form words. He felt the tight coil of pleasure building in his abdomen, the familiar ache of release drawing closer with each thrust. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum, Wilbur!” Tommy cried out, his voice breaking as he teetered on the edge of release.

“Cum for me, Tommy,” Wilbur panted, his own orgasm rapidly approaching as he fucked into Tommy with everything he had. “Cum all over the counter.”

With one final, deep thrust, Tommy’s body tensed, and he came hard, his cum splattering across the counter as his body convulsed with pleasure. He screamed Wilbur’s name, his voice echoing off the kitchen walls as he rode out his orgasm.

The sight and sound of Tommy coming undone pushed Wilbur over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside Tommy, spilling his seed as his hips stuttered and finally stilled.

They both collapsed against the counter, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms. The kitchen was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Wilbur pressed a soft kiss to the back of Tommy’s neck, his heart swelling with affection as he held his boyfriend close. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with love and admiration.

Tommy chuckled weakly, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. “You too,” he replied, his voice hoarse but content. “That was… wow.”

Wilbur smiled, helping Tommy stand upright as they both tried to steady themselves. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice soft and full of warmth. “Wow."

They stayed there for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow before Wilbur eventually half carried Tommy to the couch and laid him down before heading back to the kitchen and cleaning up their mess.

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It was late at night, the kind of night where the world outside was silent, leaving only the sounds of the two of them together in Wilbur’s dimly lit bedroom. The air was thick with anticipation as Wilbur gazed down at Tommy, his eyes dark with hunger.

Tommy lay sprawled on the bed, his skin already flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He was completely bare, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked up at Wilbur, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Wilbur,” Tommy breathed out, his voice trembling with need. His hands reached out, trying to pull Wilbur closer, but Wilbur had other plans.

With a wicked grin, Wilbur grabbed Tommy’s ankles, lifting his legs and pushing them back until they were nearly touching his chest. Tommy gasped, his breath catching in his throat as Wilbur folded him in half, his hips tilted upward, exposing himself completely to Wilbur.

“Fuck,” Tommy whispered, his body already thrumming with anticipation as Wilbur loomed over him. The vulnerability of the position made his heart race, and the way Wilbur’s gaze raked over his body sent a shiver down his spine.

Wilbur leaned in, his breath ghosting over Tommy’s ear as he spoke in a low, commanding tone. “You’re mine, Tommy. All mine. And tonight, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to think straight.”

Tommy’s eyes fluttered shut, a whimper escaping his lips at Wilbur’s words. “Yes, Wilbur,” he moaned, his voice already breathy and desperate. “Please, fuck me.”

Wilbur didn’t need any more encouragement. He lined himself up with Tommy’s entrance, the tip of his cock teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. He took a moment to savor the sight of Tommy beneath him, all spread out and ready, before pushing in with one smooth, deliberate thrust.

Tommy cried out, his back arching off the bed as Wilbur filled him completely. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much, but it felt so damn good that all Tommy could do was moan helplessly. “Wilbur, oh fuck, yes, yes!” he babbled, his hands clutching at the sheets as Wilbur began to move.

Wilbur set a brutal pace right from the start, his hips snapping forward with powerful thrusts that drove Tommy deeper into the mattress. Each movement was precise and unrelenting, designed to push Tommy to his limits.

The sounds that poured from Tommy’s lips were shameless, high-pitched moans and breathless whimpers that echoed around the room. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tommy panted, his mind going blank as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t form coherent words—his entire world had narrowed down to the sensation of Wilbur pounding into him.

“Look at you,” Wilbur growled, his voice rough with desire as he watched Tommy fall apart beneath him. “You’re taking me so well, love. You’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you?”

Tommy’s response was nothing more than a broken moan, his legs trembling as Wilbur fucked him harder, deeper. He felt like he was losing his mind, the pleasure so intense that it was almost too much to bear. But he didn’t want it to stop—he wanted more, needed more.

“Wilbur, please,” Tommy begged, his voice desperate and needy as he clawed at the sheets. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum!”

“Not yet,” Wilbur commanded, his grip on Tommy’s hips tightening as he continued to pound into him. “Hold it, Tommy. I want you to cum when I say.”

Tommy whimpered, his entire body quivering with the effort to hold back his orgasm. Every thrust pushed him closer and closer to the edge, and it was all he could do to obey Wilbur’s order. “Please, Wilbur, I can’t—” he choked out, his voice trembling with desperation.

But Wilbur wasn’t ready to let him cum just yet. He adjusted the angle of his thrusts, aiming for that perfect spot inside Tommy that had him seeing stars. When he found it, Tommy screamed, his body convulsing as pleasure exploded through him.

“Now, Tommy,” Wilbur growled, his own release imminent as he felt Tommy tighten around him. “Cum for me.”

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice. With a cry of Wilbur’s name, he came hard, his entire body seizing up as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His vision went white, his mind completely blank as he surrendered to the orgasm, his cum splattering across his chest and stomach.

The sight of Tommy coming undone pushed Wilbur over the edge, and with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Tommy, spilling his seed as he groaned in ecstasy.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms. Wilbur slowly lowered Tommy’s legs, his grip gentle as he brought Tommy’s body back to rest against the bed. 

Tommy was a mess—completely wrecked, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were half-lidded, his mind still reeling from the intensity of what they had just done.

Wilbur leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Tommy’s lips, his touch soft and loving as he cradled his boyfriend’s face. “You did so well, Tommy,” he murmured, his voice full of affection and pride.

Tommy smiled weakly, his body still buzzing with the remnants of his orgasm. “That was… incredible,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but content.

Wilbur chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Tommy’s face. “You’re incredible,” he corrected, his tone sincere as he gazed down at the boy he loved more than anything.

They lay there together, wrapped in each other’s arms as the afterglow enveloped them, the world outside forgotten. And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a love that would only grow stronger with time.

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The bathroom was dimly lit, with soft candlelight flickering around the edges of the room. The scent of lavender filled the air, mixing with the steam that rose from the bath. Ranboo sighed in contentment as they leaned back in the tub, letting the warm water soothe their muscles. It had been a long day, and this was exactly what they needed.

They closed their eyes, allowing themself to relax completely, when they heard the soft creak of the bathroom door. They opened one eye, a small smile playing on their lips as he saw Tommy standing in the doorway.

“Hey,” Tommy whispered, his voice soft as he stepped into the room. “Mind if I join you?”

Ranboo’s smile widened, and they lifted a hand, beckoning Tommy closer. “Of course not,” they replied, their voice warm and welcoming. “There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

Tommy grinned as he began to undress, his clothes quickly finding their way to the floor. Ranboo watched him with a fond expression, their heart swelling with affection for the boy who had somehow become the center of their world.

Once Tommy was bare, he carefully stepped into the tub, lowering himself into the water with a contented sigh. He settled between Ranboo’s legs, his back pressing against Ranboo’s chest as he leaned into the warmth of his boyfriend’s embrace.

“This is nice,” Tommy murmured, his head resting against Ranboo’s shoulder as he closed his eyes, letting the soothing warmth of the water wash over him.

Ranboo wrapped their arms around Tommy’s waist, holding him close as they pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Tommy’s head. “It really is,” they agreed, their voice soft and full of love.

They sat like that for a while, simply enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them together in their own little bubble of warmth and affection.

After a while, Tommy shifted slightly, turning his head to look up at Ranboo. His eyes were filled with a tenderness that made Ranboo’s heart skip a beat. “Ranboo,” Tommy whispered, his voice barely above a breath, “I love you.”

Ranboo’s heart swelled at the words, and they leaned down to capture Tommy’s lips in a soft, loving kiss. “I love you too, Tommy,” they whispered against his lips, their voice full of sincerity.

The kiss deepened, becoming slower and more intimate as their hands began to roam over each other’s bodies. The water lapped gently around them as they explored each other, the warmth of the bath mixing with the heat of their passion.

Ranboo’s hands slid down Tommy’s sides, caressing his hips before moving to cup his ass, pulling him closer. Tommy gasped softly into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Ranboo’s hair as he arched into the touch.

“Ranboo,” Tommy moaned softly, his voice trembling with both desire and love. “Please… I need you.”

Ranboo’s heart skipped a beat at the vulnerability in Tommy’s voice, and they pulled back slightly to look into their boyfriend’s eyes. “Are you sure?” they asked, their voice gentle as they searched Tommy’s gaze for any hesitation.

Tommy nodded, his eyes filled with trust and love. “I’m sure,” he whispered, his voice steady and full of conviction. “I want this, Ranboo. I want you.”

Ranboo smiled softly, their heart overflowing with love for the boy in their arms. They leaned down to press another tender kiss to Tommy’s lips before guiding him to straddle their lap. Tommy settled into the position, his arms wrapping around Ranboo’s neck as their foreheads pressed together.

Ranboo’s hands moved to Tommy’s hips, holding him gently as they slowly guided Tommy down onto their length. They both moaned softly as they became one, the feeling of being so deeply connected sending shivers down their spines.

The pace they set was slow and unhurried, each movement filled with love and tenderness. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the water sloshing softly around them as they rocked together.

Tommy’s moans were soft and breathy, his voice filled with love as he whispered Ranboo’s name over and over again. Ranboo’s hands roamed over Tommy’s body, caressing him with the utmost care as they kissed every inch of skin they could reach.

They lost themselves in each other, the outside world forgotten as they focused solely on the love they shared. It was a slow, gentle kind of lovemaking, the kind that left both of them feeling cherished and adored.

As they neared their peaks, Ranboo’s hands tightened slightly on Tommy’s hips, their voice trembling with emotion as they whispered, “Tommy, I’m close…”

Tommy nodded, his own breath hitching as he felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in his belly. “Me too, Ranboo… just a little more…"

With a few more tender thrusts, they both reached their climaxes together, their voices mingling in a chorus of moans as they held each other tightly. The pleasure washed over them in gentle waves, leaving them both breathless and trembling in each other’s arms.

They stayed like that for a while, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath, the water slowly cooling around them. Ranboo pressed a soft kiss to Tommy’s lips, their voice filled with love as they whispered, “You’re everything to me, Tommy.”

Tommy smiled, his heart filled with warmth as he snuggled closer to Ranboo. “And you’re everything to me,” he replied, his voice soft and content.

As the water finally began to cool, they reluctantly pulled apart, sharing one last tender kiss before carefully climbing out of the tub. They dried each other off with soft towels, their movements slow and loving as they helped each other get dressed.

Once they were both dry and clothed, they made their way to the bed, climbing under the covers and snuggling up together. Ranboo wrapped their arms around Tommy, holding him close as they drifted off to sleep, their hearts full of love and contentment.

And as they slept, the world outside continued on, unaware of the love that had blossomed between the two boys who had found everything they needed in each other.

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The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Tommy lay face down on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets as he tried to steady himself. His body was tense, his muscles tight with anticipation as he felt Tubbo’s presence behind him, hovering like a storm waiting to break.

"God, you’re so fucking perfect like this," Tubbo murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down Tommy’s spine. Tommy didn’t have time to respond before Tubbo’s hands were on him, gripping his hips tightly and pulling him back with a rough jerk.

Tommy gasped, his body instinctively arching as Tubbo’s cock pressed against his entrance, the blunt tip teasing him just enough to drive him wild. "Please, Tubbo…" Tommy’s voice was a breathless plea, his mind already lost in the haze of need.

Tubbo didn’t make him wait. With a low growl, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Tommy in one swift, powerful motion. Tommy cried out, his back arching further as the intense sensation flooded his body, setting every nerve on fire.

“Fuck, Tommy,” Tubbo groaned, his hands tightening on Tommy’s hips as he set a brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through Tommy’s body. The force of Tubbo’s movements pushed Tommy down into the mattress, making him grind against the sheets as he was fucked into the bed.

Tommy’s moans grew louder, more desperate with each thrust. The rough drag of the fabric against his cock only added to the overwhelming pleasure, making him feel like he was losing his mind. His hips moved in rhythm with Tubbo’s, grinding down as he was pounded into the mattress, the friction driving him wild.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Tubbo growled, his voice rough with desire as he watched Tommy writhe beneath him. “Look at you, taking it so well… Fucking slut for it, aren’t you?”

Tommy could only whimper in response, his mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent thought. Tubbo’s words sent a thrill through him, making his body clench around Tubbo’s cock, earning a deep groan from the boy above him.

Tubbo’s thrusts grew even rougher, each one sending Tommy sliding further up the bed, his body practically bouncing with the force of it. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Tommy’s desperate moans as he was fucked within an inch of his life.

Tommy’s hands scrambled for purchase, his fingers digging into the sheets as he tried to hold on to something, anything, to ground himself. But it was useless. He was completely at Tubbo’s mercy, his body shaking with every thrust as he was driven closer and closer to the edge.

“T-Tubbo,” Tommy gasped, his voice trembling with need. “I’m— I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” Tubbo urged, his voice rough and commanding. “Cum for me, Tommy. Show me how good it feels.”

With one final, brutal thrust, Tubbo drove Tommy over the edge. Tommy’s entire body tensed, his back arching off the bed as he came with a loud, broken cry. His cock twitched against the sheets, spurting hot ropes of cum into the mattress, the sensation almost too intense to bear.

Tubbo wasn’t far behind. The sight of Tommy coming undone beneath him, combined with the tight clench of Tommy’s body around him, pushed him over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside Tommy, his hips stuttering as he came, filling Tommy with his release.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies locked together as they rode out the waves of pleasure. Then, slowly, Tubbo pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside Tommy, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Tommy lay still for a moment, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Then, with a soft, contented sigh, he turned his head to look at Tubbo, a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

“Fuck, that was… intense,” Tommy murmured, his voice rough from all the moaning and crying out.

Tubbo chuckled breathlessly, reaching out to pull Tommy into his arms. “Yeah, it was,” he agreed, pressing a soft kiss to Tommy’s forehead. “You were amazing.”

Tommy blushed at the praise, nuzzling into Tubbo’s chest as they both settled into the afterglow. The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft hum of their breathing as they lay together, content and sated.

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Ranboo lay sprawled on the bed, his body aching with need as his heat coursed through him. His skin was hot, flushed with the feverish intensity that only seemed to grow with each passing minute. He whimpered softly, his hands clutching at the sheets as he tried to find some semblance of relief, but it was no use.

His mind was foggy, consumed by the primal urge that clawed at him, demanding satisfaction. The only thing that could ease the overwhelming ache was Technoblade, and even the thought of him made Ranboo’s body tense with anticipation.

And then, as if summoned by his thoughts, the door creaked open, and Technoblade stepped into the room. Ranboo’s eyes snapped open, locking onto Technoblade’s with a desperate, pleading look.

“Techno… please,” Ranboo gasped, his voice trembling with need. “I can’t… I need you…”

Technoblade’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of Ranboo sprawled out on the bed, his body quivering with need. “Shit, Ranboo,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You look like you’re about to lose your mind.”

Ranboo could only whimper in response, his hips bucking up involuntarily as Technoblade approached the bed. The sight of Technoblade, combined with the intoxicating scent that filled the room, sent a shiver of anticipation down Ranboo’s spine.

Without wasting any time, Technoblade climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Ranboo’s legs. His hands were rough but gentle as they traced over Ranboo’s heated skin, soothing him even as they stoked the flames of his desire.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Technoblade whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Ranboo’s trembling lips. “I’ll take care of you.”

And with that, Technoblade wasted no time. He quickly undressed, his movements efficient and practiced as he stripped away the barriers between them. Ranboo’s breath hitched as he felt the weight of Technoblade’s body pressing down on him, the sensation grounding him even as it heightened his need.

Technoblade’s hand slid between Ranboo’s legs, his fingers deftly parting the slick folds of his entrance. Ranboo gasped, his back arching off the bed as Technoblade’s fingers found the sensitive spot within him, teasing it with skillful precision.

“God, you’re so wet,” Technoblade murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please,” Ranboo begged, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please, Techno, I need you…”

Technoblade didn’t need to be told twice. With one hand, he guided his cock to Ranboo’s entrance, the tip pressing against the slick heat. Ranboo’s breath caught in his throat as Technoblade slowly pushed inside, the stretch sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Technoblade took his time, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he eased into Ranboo, giving him time to adjust to the intense sensation. But it wasn’t long before Ranboo was begging for more, his hips moving in time with Technoblade’s, urging him to go faster, harder.

“Fuck, Techno… please… don’t hold back,” Ranboo gasped, his voice raw with need.

Technoblade’s control snapped at the sound of Ranboo’s desperate pleas. With a low growl, he grabbed onto Ranboo’s hips and began to thrust into him with relentless force, each movement sending Ranboo spiraling further into bliss.

Ranboo’s cries filled the room as Technoblade fucked him senseless, his body trembling with each powerful thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing over him like waves as he was driven to the edge again and again.

But even Technoblade’s endurance had its limits. After what felt like hours of relentless fucking, his movements began to slow, his strength waning as exhaustion set in. Ranboo’s heat, however, was far from satisfied, and his body continued to beg for more, the need insatiable.

Realizing he couldn’t keep up the pace much longer, Technoblade reluctantly pulled out, his chest heaving with exertion. Ranboo whimpered at the loss, his body aching with unfulfilled need.

“Don’t worry,” Technoblade panted, reaching over to the bedside drawer. “I’ve got something that’ll help.”

From the drawer, he pulled out a sleek vibrator, its surface smooth and cool to the touch. Ranboo’s eyes widened with anticipation as Technoblade turned it on, the low hum filling the room.

“Spread your legs for me,” Technoblade instructed, his voice still thick with desire despite his exhaustion.

Ranboo obediently spread his legs wide, his body trembling with anticipation as Technoblade positioned the vibrator at his entrance. The moment the toy pressed against him, Ranboo let out a loud, keening moan, the sensation almost too intense to bear.

Technoblade slowly pushed the vibrator inside, the toy sliding in easily thanks to the copious amount of slick that coated Ranboo’s entrance. Ranboo’s eyes rolled back in his head as the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

“I'm sorry I couldn't go longer. Hopefully this will help you through the rest of it,” Technoblade murmured, his hand gently stroking Ranboo’s thigh as the toy did its job.

The vibrator buzzed steadily inside Ranboo, its relentless stimulation driving him to the brink of madness. His body arched off the bed, his hands clawing at the sheets as he was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him.

Time seemed to blur as Ranboo was pushed to the edge again and again, his body trembling with the force of his orgasms. The toy kept going until Ranboo was thoroughly fucked through his heat.

By the time it was over, Ranboo was completely spent, his body limp and boneless as he lay in the aftermath of his heat. Technoblade carefully removed the vibrator, turning it off and setting it aside before pulling Ranboo into his arms.

“Good job, Ranboo,” Technoblade whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Ranboo’s sweat-soaked forehead. “You did so well.”

Ranboo could only nod weakly, his mind too foggy to form coherent words. He nestled into Technoblade’s embrace, finding comfort in the warmth of his body as sleep began to pull at him.

And as the last remnants of his heat faded away, Ranboo finally drifted off to sleep, safe and sated in Technoblade’s arms.

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Technoblade’s rut hit hard, like a tidal wave crashing over him, drowning him in a primal urge that demanded to be satisfied. His mind was clouded with instinct, the only thought running through his head was the need to claim, to dominate, to breed.

Ranboo had been aware of Technoblade’s impending rut, the signs clear as day in the way Techno’s touches became more possessive, his gaze more intense. But nothing could have prepared Ranboo for the raw force of it when Technoblade’s instincts finally took over.

It was late, the moon high in the sky when Technoblade entered the room, his eyes wild and predatory. Ranboo barely had a moment to react before Technoblade was on them, his grip bruising as he manhandled Ranboo onto the bed.

“Techno…?” Ranboo’s voice was small, uncertain, but it was quickly cut off by Technoblade’s rough growl. There was no room for gentle words or soft reassurances; Technoblade’s mind was lost to the feral need that consumed him.

Without a word, Technoblade tore Ranboo’s clothes away, his own soon discarded in his desperate haste. Ranboo’s breath hitched as they were flipped onto their hands and knees, their body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Technoblade didn’t waste any time. He lined himself up with Ranboo’s entrance and slammed into them with all the force of his rut. Ranboo cried out, their body jolting forward as Technoblade’s thick cock filled them.

There was no gentleness, no slow build-up. Technoblade’s thrusts were brutal, merciless, each one driving deep into Ranboo’s core with a force that left them gasping for air. Ranboo’s body was on fire, the intense sensations overwhelming them as Technoblade used them like a toy, a vessel to satiate his primal urges.

Ranboo’s cries echoed through the room, their voice raw as they sobbed from the overstimulation. Their body was pushed beyond its limits, pleasure and pain blurring together as Technoblade’s relentless pace never faltered. They felt like they were being torn apart, their senses overloaded by the sheer intensity of it all.

But Technoblade didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His rut drove him on, his mind too lost in the haze of instinct to register Ranboo’s pleas to go slower. All that mattered was the desperate need to breed, to claim, to knot.

Ranboo’s vision blurred with tears, their body trembling violently as they were fucked into the mattress. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, their nerves alight with sensation as Technoblade’s rough hands gripped their hips, pulling them back onto his cock with each brutal thrust.

“Techno… Techno, please… I can’t…” Ranboo’s voice was barely a whisper, their words choked out between sobs. But Technoblade didn’t hear them, couldn’t hear them. His mind was too far gone, his body moving on pure instinct.

And then, with a final, bone-shaking thrust, Technoblade buried himself deep inside Ranboo, his knot swelling as he locked them together. Ranboo let out a broken scream as they were stretched even further, their body wracked with tremors as Technoblade’s knot filled them completely.

For a moment, the world stood still, the only sound in the room was Ranboo’s ragged breathing and the pounding of their heart. And then, slowly, gradually, Technoblade’s mind began to clear, the haze of his rut lifting as the intensity of his need began to fade.

As his senses returned, Technoblade’s eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of Ranboo beneath him, their body trembling and their face tear-streaked, their sobs filling the room. Guilt crashed over Technoblade like a wave, the reality of what he’d done hitting him with full force.

“Ranboo…” Technoblade’s voice was hoarse, filled with regret as he gently cupped Ranboo’s face, his thumb brushing away the tears that streamed down their cheeks. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Ranboo whispered, their voice soft but filled with a quiet strength. They reached up to place his hand over Technoblade’s, their touch gentle despite the pain that still throbbed through their body. “You couldn’t control it… I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

Technoblade’s heart ached at Ranboo’s words, the guilt gnawing at him as he held Ranboo close, their bodies still locked together by the knot. “I’m so sorry,” Technoblade repeated, his voice breaking as he pressed a kiss to the back of Ranboo's shoulder. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Techno,” Ranboo reassured him, their voice steady despite the lingering tremors in their body. “You were just… lost in the moment. I’m okay, really.”

But Technoblade couldn’t shake the guilt, couldn’t forgive himself for the way he’d lost control. He held Ranboo tightly, his heart heavy with remorse as he whispered apologies into Ranboo’s hair, his grip never loosening.

Ranboo, despite the exhaustion and the soreness that ached in their body, found comfort in Technoblade’s embrace. They could feel the guilt radiating off of Technoblade, the self-loathing that simmered beneath the surface, and it broke their heart to see the man they loved so torn up with regret.

“It’s okay,” Ranboo repeated, their voice firm as they reached back and forced Technoblade to meet their gaze. “I’m okay, Techno. I’m here, and I’m okay. You didn’t do anything wrong."

Technoblade’s eyes were filled with anguish as he looked down at Ranboo, the guilt still heavy in his chest. But Ranboo’s words, the unwavering love and forgiveness in their eyes, slowly crumbled the wall of self-loathing that had built up inside Technoblade.

“I love you,” Ranboo whispered, their voice filled with a quiet certainty as they grabbed one of his hands and kissed it. “I love you, and nothing you could ever do will change that."

Technoblade’s heart clenched at the sincerity in Ranboo’s voice, the overwhelming love that radiated from him. Slowly, tentatively, Technoblade allowed himself to relax.

“I love you too,” Technoblade whispered back, his voice thick with emotion as he returned the kiss, his touch gentle as he cradled Ranboo in his arms. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

And as they lay there together, their bodies still intertwined, Technoblade held Ranboo close, his heart filled with a deep, unshakable love for his partner who had forgiven him, who had comforted him, even after everything they had been through.

Ranboo closed their eyes, a soft smile playing on their lips as they nestled into Technoblade’s embrace, finding solace in the warmth of their lover’s arms.

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Ranboo had been alone for hours, the house silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Their mind had been restless, a gnawing need building up inside them until it became too much to ignore. They knew exactly what they needed to do to satisfy it.

Their hands trembled slightly as they opened the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the sleek, black dildo they’d grown to love. It was thick, filling them up completely every time they used it, and tonight, that’s exactly what they craved. Their body was aching for it.

They climbed onto the bed, positioning themself in the center, their breathing already heavy with anticipation. They reached for the lube, spreading a generous amount over the dildo before carefully prepping themself, their fingers teasing at their entrance. A shiver ran through their body as they imagined what was coming, the thought alone enough to make them twitch with need.

Ranboo didn’t waste any more time. They positioned the dildo at their entrance and slowly began to push it inside, the stretch made them gasp as it filled them up. Inch by inch, they took it, their breath hitching as the thick length pushed deeper into them.

Once the dildo was fully inside, Ranboo paused for a moment, their body was trembling already. They could feel it, heavy and unyielding, pressing against all the right places, driving them wild with need. Their cock twitched between their legs, already leaking precum onto the sheets below them.

“Fuck,” Ranboo breathed, their voice a strained whisper as they began to move, slowly at first, testing how much they could take. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in their body alight with pleasure as the dildo dragged against his walls, filling them so completely it was almost too much.

But too much was exactly what he wanted. They quickened their pace, their hips moving desperately as they fucked themself on the dildo, the thick length pushing them closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. The pleasure was blinding, their mind going blank as they lost themself in the sensation.

Ranboo’s hand reached for their cock, wrapping around the throbbing length and stroking in time with their thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, the combination of the dildo filling them up and their hand working their cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through their entire body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ranboo chanted, their voice breaking as they fucked themself harder. They were close, so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak as they pushed themself to the limit, their body shaking with the effort.

And then it hit them, the orgasm crashing over them like a tidal wave, dragging them under as they came with a strangled cry, their body convulsing with pleasure. Their hand stuttered on their cock, their hips jerking as they fucked themself through it.

They didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop. The need was still there, still driving them on as they continued to fuck themself with the dildo, even as their body screamed for relief. Their mind was lost in the haze of pleasure, their senses overloaded as they pushed themself further, harder, the pain and pleasure blurring together in a dizzying mix.

Finally, when they couldn’t take it anymore, when their body was trembling violently from the overstimulation, they slowed their movements, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they rode out the last waves of pleasure. Their hand fell away from their cock, their body slumping forward as exhaustion set in.

But even then, they didn’t remove the dildo. The feeling of being filled, of being stretched, by it was too intoxicating to let go of. They reached down with a trembling hand, adjusting the dildo so that it stayed firmly inside of them, the thick length keeping them stretched open.

Ranboo lay there for a long moment, their body still trembling, their mind hazy with the aftermath of their orgasm. They could feel the warmth spreading through them, the dull ache of overstimulation a constant reminder of what they’d just done.

But they didn’t care. The feeling of being filled was all that mattered in that moment. And as they finally allowed themself to relax, their body sinking into the mattress, they couldn’t help but smile.

Because in that moment, they were completely, utterly satisfied.

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Ranboo was lounging on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through their phone as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows. They were dressed in a loose pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie after their earlier session, though they still felt the faint ache between their legs. The dildo was still buried deep inside them, a constant reminder of the intensity they had put themself through earlier. Every subtle movement caused it to shift, sending jolts of overstimulated pleasure through their body.

They wiggled slightly, biting their lip as they debated whether or not to finally remove the toy. The overstimulation was still present, making them sensitive and easily flustered. They knew that keeping it in longer would prolong the pleasure, but their body was already so exhausted. Just as they were about to make up their mind, the front door creaked open, and Tubbo walked in, looking as energetic as ever.

“Ranboo!” Tubbo called out cheerfully, kicking off his shoes as he entered the living room. “What’ve you been up to today?”

Ranboo offered a weak smile, trying to keep their cool. “Not much, just, uh, lounging around.”

Tubbo grinned and plopped down beside them on the couch. “Lazy day, huh? Those are the best.” He leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Ranboo’s cheek. “I was thinking we could have some fun tonight.”

Ranboo’s heart skipped a beat. Normally, they would’ve been all for it, eager to spend time with Tubbo in such an intimate way. But the lingering overstimulation, coupled with the fact that the dildo was still firmly inside them, made them hesitate.

“Uh, Tubbo…” Ranboo began, unsure of how to explain their predicament. “I’m not sure if I’m up for it tonight. I’m still a bit… sensitive.”

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, a playful smirk on his lips. “Sensitive? Since when does that stop you?” He teased, leaning in closer. “Come on, Ranboo, I know you love it when we—”

Before Ranboo could protest, Tubbo’s hand slipped down, casually sliding into the waistband of their sweatpants. Ranboo’s breath hitched, their body going rigid as Tubbo’s fingers brushed against the base of the dildo. Tubbo froze for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized what he had just found.

“Well, well, well,” Tubbo purred, pulling his hand back just enough to grab the dildo and give it a teasing thrust. “What do we have here?”

Ranboo whimpered, their face flushing with embarrassment as Tubbo began to move the dildo in and out of them. The overstimulation hit them hard, their entire body shivering as they tried to keep themself from falling apart.

“Didn’t expect to find my boyfriend being such a slut,” Tubbo continued, his voice low and mocking as he worked the dildo faster, the slick sounds filling the room. “You couldn’t wait for me, huh? Had to fuck yourself stupid while I was gone?”

“T-Tubbo,” Ranboo gasped, their hands gripping the couch cushions as they struggled to keep control. “I—It’s too much—”

“Too much?” Tubbo mocked, pulling the dildo out with a sharp tug and tossing it carelessly to the side. “Then let’s see if you can handle the real thing, slut.”

Ranboo barely had time to catch their breath before Tubbo was on them, yanking down their sweatpants and positioning them on the couch. Ranboo’s heart raced as they felt Tubbo’s cock press against their already sensitive entrance, the overstimulation making them tremble with anticipation and dread.

Without any more hesitation, Tubbo thrust into Ranboo, filling them completely in one swift motion. Ranboo cried out, their body overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion, the pleasure mixed with the lingering overstimulation from earlier.

“Fuck, Ranboo, you’re so tight,” Tubbo groaned, his hands gripping Ranboo’s hips as he began to move, setting a brutal pace right from the start. “You really are a slut, letting me fuck you like this after you’ve already been filled up all day.”

Ranboo could only moan in response, their body submitting to Tubbo’s relentless thrusts. The pleasure was blinding, their senses overloaded as Tubbo fucked them mercilessly, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside them. Every degrading word, every rough movement, only drove Ranboo closer to the edge, the overstimulation pushing them past the point of no return.

“You love this, don’t you?” Tubbo continued, his voice rough as he pounded into Ranboo. “Being my little toy, my slut. You can’t get enough, can you?”

Ranboo’s mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, their body reacting purely on instinct as they ground back against Tubbo, desperate for more. They were so close, the pleasure built up inside them.

“Cum for me, Ranboo,” Tubbo commanded, his voice low and authoritative. “Cum like the slut you are.”

Ranboo’s body obeyed before their mind could catch up. With a loud, broken cry, they came hard, their body convulsing as the orgasm tore through them, leaving them shaking and breathless. Tubbo followed soon after, his hips jerking as he filled Ranboo with his release, the sensation sending aftershocks of pleasure through Ranboo’s overstimulated body.

For a moment, they were both still, the only sound in the room their heavy breathing. Then, Tubbo gently pulled out, his rough demeanor melting away as he wrapped his arms around Ranboo, pulling them close.

“Hey, you okay?” Tubbo asked softly, pressing a tender kiss to Ranboo’s temple.

Ranboo nodded weakly, still trembling from the intense experience. “Yeah… just a bit overwhelmed.”

Tubbo smiled and stroked Ranboo’s hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You did so good, Ranboo. I’m proud of you.”

Ranboo leaned into Tubbo’s embrace, feeling safe and loved as the afterglow of their rough encounter faded. Tubbo’s hands were warm as he gently cleaned Ranboo up, taking care to soothe any lingering soreness with soft touches and whispered reassurances.

Once they were both settled, Tubbo pulled Ranboo into his arms, holding them close as they lay together on the couch.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” Tubbo murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I just… I couldn’t resist when I found out what you were up to.”

Ranboo smiled faintly, feeling a deep sense of contentment as they snuggled closer to Tubbo. “It’s okay. I liked it… even if it was intense.”

Tubbo chuckled softly and kissed the top of Ranboo’s head.