i hope falseren are enjoying twitchcon rotterdam and having birthday sex in a bathroom somewhere. false deserves it
“Ren,” she claws at his back. Moans get cut off with a kiss. A hungry, needy kiss. “Shh,” he murmurs against the skin of her neck, careful not to leave any marks. False is pushed up against the wall of the bathroom stall, legs wrapped around his waist and being held by her hips. His trousers are around his ankles, sloppily pushed down as the two rushed into the stall. It’s nearing the end of the first day and most people are at Minecraft Live enjoying the show. Who are they to not take advantage of the fewer people walking around? Hurriedly the two had rushed into the bathrooms near the entrance, tucked away into a wall.
False claws at his shirt, hoping -praying- that sweat stains aren’t too visible in it. She tries to keep her mouth shut, but her soft gasps and whimpers echo around the tile walls of the empty bathrooms. “Katy,” Ren mouths at her earlobe, breath ghosting of the shell of it as the sweet tone of his words make their way into her mind.
It feels—good. So good. His cock is hitting deep inside of her. Slick is coating him and she’s glad that his trousers are around his ankles instead of getting dirtied with her juices.
One hand stays on her hips, the other holds her ass as he pummels himself into her. Panting into her neck, Ren gasps her name. “Katy. ‘S so good…” He slurs, surely drooling all over the side of her neck.
“You feel good—as well..” They both go rigid when they hear the door to the outside open. His thrusting stops and she clamps a hand over her mouth. False’s eyes are wild, finding Ren’s when he pulls himself out of her neck.
He hushes her quietly before slowly rocking his hips back and forth. It’s agonising, it’s slow, it’s dangerous. What if someone heard them? What if someone saw them? Did she lock the stall door? Are there any gaps between the door and the wall?
She’s snapped out of her thoughts when his lips find their spot again and bite down - hard. She almost gasps out his name but chomps down on her hand, almost certainly leaving a bite mark. One that won’t be covered by her hair. Whatever. That’s something she can worry about later.
She reaches between their bodies and gently rubs her clit, pussy clenching around Ren’s dick. She almost smirks at the way his breathing hitches when he feels it.
Holding her breath she feels wound up tighter than a spring and Ren’s thrust keep stuttering anytime he moves his hips up. He’s getting close - she knows his tells by now. Fuck. They’re both getting off on the fact that there’s someone in the bathrooms right now.
“Just a little more…” Ren whispers quietly, speeding up and praying that the sound of naked bodies slapping against one another isn’t too noticeable. She feels her own legs tremble with every pass over the bundle of nerves between her legs. “Close,” she grits, one hand tangling into Ren’s hair. He bites back a groan when she tugs on the strands closest to his scalp.
Then, footsteps make their way outside and the door falls closed. “God-“ Ren picks up his pace, pistoning out of her rapidly. Squeezing her ass, moving her back and forth and hitting so deep inside of her she sees stars. “So close Katy,” he almost whimpers. She nods in agreement.
Hands and hips speed up until—in one flash of hot white she feels herself unravel on him. Ren stills when he feels her clenching down, pulsing rhythmically around in. “Shit—“ he gasps, burying his face in her collar bones when he cums.
The afterglow is nice, they’re breathing against one another and thanks to the condom the clean up isn’t too bad. No messes.
“We should get back…” False breath as and with a groan Ren agrees.
“Just…five seconds longer baby.”
