Fizzy

Every month, like clockwork, Wilbur brought Tommy into the medical room of the complex stairwells of the cave. It was so hidden, Tommy almost forgot it existed.

So when he was brought in, and the gleam in Wilbur’s eye was a bit different, Tommy’s defences started going up.

Wilbur sat Tommy down in the table, the white lights almost blinding Tommy, the difference between the dark cave and this cold room being so different.

“Take them off.” Wilbur ordered, much to Tommy’s dismay. He hesitated to unzip his pants, knowing exactly what Wilbur wanted.

He finally let out a deep sigh, unzipping his pants before pulling them off, leaving him in his pair of boxers- of course hand me downs from Wilbur himself the moment he came out.

Wilbur was only interested in one thing, and that was clear when he started slipping Tommy’s boxers off , his hand reaching down to cover his core.

With a loud slap, Wilbur knocked Tommy’s hand away as he tugged off his boxers all the way, showing off his damp heat.

The moment Wilbur saw it, noticed it, Tommy knew he was fucked by the way Wilbur stilled in place. He was so excited about this every time, being able to get close to Tommy’s heat and look around it- but this time? This time he was quiet. And that scared Tommy.

“You alright there, Wil?” Tommy asked, anxiety creeping into his voice. “Is there something wrong?”

And with the deep breath Wilbur took, his eyes glaring up at Tommy, a scowl placed on his face. This wasnt good.

“It’s almost all gone,” Wilbur gruffed out, his fingers running over Tommy’s pelvis. “You got rid of it?”

“My- my pubic hair?” Tommy finally asked after a few moments of silence, it finally clicking as to why Wilbur might be mad.

“Yes, your fucking pubic hair. What else would be missing down here?” Wilbur asked, a bark in his voice as his fingers dug deeper into Tommy’s pelvis. “Why? Why would you do that?”

“Because it was uncomfortable and getting trapped in my boxers,” Tommy shyly mumbled out. That was the part he hated the most, when he trimmed and Wilbur got mad.

Tommy let out a yelp as he got pressed against the table, his hips getting dragged roughly dewars Wilbur’s face.

Wilbur had almost forgot about the inspection, carefully using his thumbs to spread Tommy’s folds, looking at his small clit buried between his sweet, pink skin.

Tommy’s hole twitched at the cold, Wilbur’s eyes immediately growing a bit bigger. He huffed, landing a rough slap onto Tommy’s clit. With a jump, Tommy yelped out, slapping Wilbur hand away.

“Hey! What- what the fuck is that for?” Tommy sat up, glaring down at Wilbur. Wilbur rolled his eyes, shoving Tommy back down onto the cot. He pressed Tommy’s folds open again, looking over it carefully as Tommy’s clit twitched, his folds dripping.

“Oh, so you liked that?” Wilbur grunted out, placing another rough slap to Tommy’s clit. “That’s what you get for trimming.”

Tommy yelped out, small tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes as he grabbed at his mouth to stop sounds from escaping.

“That’s right, you like it, don’t you?” Wilbur asked as he noticed Tommy’s hole starting to drip. “You just need me, don’t you?” He asked, his thumb slowly dragging over Tommy’s clit.

“No- no no no, Wilbur this is- this is wrong,” Tommy almost sobbed, his hips jerking up dewars Wilbur’s thumb giving him away. “We’re brothers, you can’t do this,”

“Who cares?” Wilbur asked, his thumb carefully dragging down Tommy’s slit, stopping over his hole. He carefully pressed against it, making Tommy gasp out loudly, his hands grabbing onto Wilbur’s hair.

“Fuck-! I do, you- you- fuck,” Tommy moaned out, his attempt at fighting quickly fading as Wilbur’s large thumb pressed into his hole, carefully sinking in until his palm was flush with his folds.

“I’m a what?” Wilbur teased, leaning in to hover over Tommy’s clit. “Maybe you need some more attention.” Wilbur mumbled out quietly, his breath forcing Tommy to shiver.

“That’s- that’s disgusting Wilbur- don’t do that-“ I panted out, a loud moan coming out of his mouth as Wilbur dragged his damp tongue over his clit.

Tommy pulled in Wilbur’s hair roughly, forcing a groan to come out of his mouth as vibrations shot through Tommy’s core.

No matter how much Tommy tried wiggling away, Wilbur’s firm grip on his hip kept him in place as he licked at Tommy’s clit and worked his rough finger into Tommy’s hole.

“Stop,” Tommy pleaded, his struggling getting more desperate as the sensations overwhelmed him. “Please, I can’t take it,”

“You’re fine.” Wilbur grunted back, keeping his pace still on Tommy as his hole started to drip, causing slick to pool on the table under him.

Tommy was convinced he was going to rip Wilbur’s hair out- the ball in his lower stomach finally dropping as he trembled, crying out as he finished on Wilbur’s lips.

Like a dog, Wilbur licked up every last drop of Tommy’s slick, pulling his thumb out carefully as he continued to drag his tongue over Tommy’s folds, cleaning him up.

“Fucking hell, you taste so damn good.” Wilbur mumbled out, finally pulling away as he panted out.

Tommy’s grip loosened from his hair, his body going limp as he panted out.

“Don’t- don’t say shit like that,” I grumbled, covering his face.

“Don’t shave again, or you’ll get worse next time.” Wilbur threatened, finally leaving Tommy alone in the room to recover.

///

Tommy was fucking desperate, and Technoblade was so oblivious to it that it made the younger want to pull out his hair.

Had someone in this damn world told him how to deal with being a lonely horny teenager in the arctic stuck with an oblivious piglin, he would be in a better place.

Yet here he was, almost tempted to just walk around the cabin naked or slip something into Techno’s food to make him do something. Of course he wouldn’t, but it was getting to be a lot.

In a moment of an omegas desperation, he quietly made his way into Technoblade’s bedroom, sliding in and out of his door before any of the firelight could make its way into his room.

It was warm and cozy, the air almost feeling soft on his skin as the large piglin curled up on his bed, surrounded by pillows and soft blankets. Tommy was started to get anxious- a hot, fizzling feeling burning through his lower stomach as his feet unconsciously dragged him closer to the bed.

He was going to shake Technoblade awake, but he realized quickly he didn’t want a dagger in his skull. He settled on the better option- waking the man up with pleasure. If he felt good, he wouldn’t wake up attacking, right?

Thankfully for Tommy, the man was lying on his back. He wasn’t even paying attention as his hand quickly pulled Techno’s pants down, leaving the man’s soft length out in the open.

Tommy almost choked at how big his length was- the size difference between the two was big enough, but… Tommy wasn’t expecting this.

Tommy started to run his hand along the entire length, the man’s length twitching under Tommy’s hand with a groan. That means he was doing something right.

He wrapped a hand around Technoblade’s length, picking it up carefully to not startle the man. It was heavy in his hand- almost as heavy as his own axe handle.

“Holy fuck…” Tommy whispered out, running a thumb over the older man’s slit, making him leak a bit of precum as the man’s length started to twitch up.

Tommy was quick to place the tip in his mouth, carefully lowering himself down Technoblade’s length. He started to gag and choke not even halfway down, making Technoblade stir in his sleep as he let out a huff of a moan.

Tommy wrapped his hand around the older man’s base, jerking him off slowly as he moved his mouth against Technoblade’s twitching cock.

After a few moments of sucking the older man off, the piglin finally started to open his eyes, trying to recognize the situation.

“Tommy? Wait- Tommy, no- stop-“ Technoblade choked out as Tommy gagged around his length, his own hips stuttering to push more into Tommy’s throat.

Tommy never stopped, instead speeding up his pace around Techno’s length. The older man gripped onto Tommy’s shoulders, trying to carefully push him off to no avail.

He decided if he couldn’t stop Tommy, he’d show him why he couldn’t do that. He quickly grabbed Tommy, pulling him up on the bed next to him before he got up on his knees, pushing Tommy’s face into the pillows as he slowly pulled off his pants.

“Techno- no, I can’t take you-“ Tommy whined out, kicking his legs in the air, making no actual substance of getting away.

“Yes you can. You were just sucking me off, and you’re meaning to tell me you can’t take it?” Technoblade growled out, lining himself up with Tommy’s damp folds.

Fuck, was sinking into an omega ever this good? Tommy kicked his legs with whined and protests as Technoblade pushed himself as deep as he possibly could into Tommy’s hole, keeping himself there to allow him to adjust to his length as he kept his hand on Tommy’s head, keeping his face buried in the pillows.

“Pull out- pull out, I can’t do this- you’re too big it hurts-“ Tommy whined out, his fist pounding on the pillows as his legs kicked.

Technoblade placed more of his weight on Tommy’s hips, forcing his legs to stop kicking as his free hand held Tommy’s hands down.

“You woke me up, remember? You remember your mouth on my length?” Technoblade half growled out into Tommy’s ear, moving his hips slowly as his member was quick to slide in and out of Tommy’s cunt, his hole already dripping around his length.

“I can’t- I can’t, please, pull out,” Tommy begged, unable to move or wiggle under the bigger man’s body.

“No.” Technoblade snapped back, the hand on the back of his head moving to Tommy’s mouth, holding it shut from more complaining.

He continued the slow pace in Tommy’s warm folds, groaning and grunting himself as he completely bottomed out, his scent making its way into Tommy’s nose, forcing the younger to calm down at the alphas scent.

He sped up his pace, unable to control himself as he pushed himself deeper into Tommy’s hole, only able to push in half his length before he knew he’d hurt the younger.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” Technoblade moaned into Tommy’s ear, earning a whine from the younger behind his hand as the younger’s hole slicked more.

“Close,” Tommy muffled out a moan behind Technoblade’s hand, not being able to last long as his first alpha pushed into his hole.

“Good.” Technoblade huffed out, moving his hips at a steady, quick pace as the youngers hole tightened around his length, causing his knot to swell even if it wouldn’t reach Tommy’s hole.

After what seemed like only seconds of moving his cock into Tommy’s tight hole, Tommy started to wiggle and struggle against the older man’s grip as his hole flushed with slick, causing Techno’s bed to get soaked underneath him.

Technoblade was close to finish, snapping his hips as close to Tommy’s as he could get as his tip twitched, filling Tommy with his seemingly never ending release.

“Out- get out- please-“ Tommy begged, finally earning what he wanted from the older man.

Technoblade pulled out, watching as Tommy’s small hole started to drip with his own release.

“Fuck, you’re tiny… you feel so good…” Technoblade’s panted out, his length still hard.

“Again?” Tommy asked, his scent leaking into the air.

“Again.” Technoblade hummed out, knowing it wouldnt be enough to satisfy the younger’s upcoming heat.

//

It wasn’t their plan to get lost while filming. They hadn’t planned to walk ahead while their camera man took some time to talk to someone else on set. It was a huge building, and there were no maps placed around on the walls.

“We’re fucking lost.” Tommy sighed out, defeated as they reached another dead end. “We just had to walk away. Why can’t we ever pay attention to what we’re doing together again?”

“Because you love me.” Wilbur teased, giving out the biggest grin as he laughed. “But seriously, I don’t know. There has to be a map on somewhere or someone we can ask.”

“We’ve been walking for so long,” Tommy whined, dropping his hands to his sides. “I just want to sit down.”

“We can find somewhere to sit and wait for someone to find us, don’t worry. Was there supposed to be a perimeter we were supposed to stay in?” Wilbur asked, walking back down the hallway they came from.

“Yeah, Wilbur, there was. I was so distracted by you talking that I can’t even remember where we came from.” Tommy groaned out, dragging himself behind the older.

“You’re right, we should sit and let them find us instead. We’ll just get more lost if we try to find our way back.” Wilbur sighed out, trying doorknob after doorknob for an open room.

Eventually, one of the knobs gave under Wilbur’s hand. He swung the door open carefully, making sure there wasn’t anything blocking behind the door. Once open, they both piled in.

It looked like a basic lawyers office, a desk with a leather chair and a nice looking couch across the desk. There wasn’t much more in the room, just some boxes of Manila folders and a window. The sun was setting, and that didn’t ease either of them.

“We should leave the door open.” Wilbur hummed out, kicking a door block under the doorway. “That way they know we’re in here.”

“I hate this.” Tommy moaned out in exhaustion as he flopped down on the couch.

“Don’t do that. You’ll destroy the couch, and while we’re here alone, I’m responsible for you.” Wilbur scolded, making his way to sit on the leather office chair.

“I’m an adult, I’m responsible for myself.” Tommy frustratingly sighed out, running his hands over his face as Wilbur sat in the chair.

“That’s fine, you can explain this time why something is broken.” Wilbur sighed out, pulling the equipment off of himself. Tommy was quick to follow, dropping his stuff on the floor.

“Tommy, again, be careful.” Wilbur groaned out, sinking into the chair. Tommy landed a swift kick on the elders leg.

“What’re you gonna do?” Tommy asked, crossing his arms as he fell back on the couch.

“Not pay for it.” Wilbur laughed out, kicking Tommy back lightly.

After a few moments of silence and staring at each other, they both sighed out and looked away.

“That’s not really a punishment.” Tommy mumbled out, almost looking sad about the lack of… something.

“No? What do you think is a reasonable punishment for you?” Wilbur asked, placing his hands on the desk.

Looking back over, Tommy had a pink dusted over his cheeks. Wilbur was getting more nervous by the second at what Tommy might suggest.

“You look good in that chair behind a desk.” Tommy hummed out, and Wilbur got confused.

“Huh?” He tilted his head, looking up and down at Tommy. “What are you telling me?”

“I’m telling you I like how you look. So… maybe the punishment could be a… little more personal?” Tommy suggested, and Wilbur let out a choked laugh.

“What? I hope you’re not suggesting that I- I mean, Tommy…” He tried denying, his heart speeding with every second that Tommy didn’t crack a smile or laugh.

“Why don’t I show you what I want?” Tommy asked, standing as he pulled the white scrubs. He got on his knees, crawling under the desk.

Wilbur looked down, making eye contact with the younger inbetween his long legs. His breath hitched as Tommy placed a hand on his thigh, his other hand brushing against the inside of his thighs.

“Tommy, wait! The door is open and you’re almost a decade younger than me, let alone the fact you’re my best friend. This is wrong.”

And yet, despite the verbal protests, Wilbur made no attempt to stop him as Tommy unzipped the suit all the way, making his way to the pants as he undid the buttons and the zipper.

“Tommy, enough. Please tell me this is a joke.” Wilbur begged, watching Tommy adjust the zipper to the sides, carefully sliding his fingers over the hardening length as a test.

“I’m not joking. I want to do this, and I don’t see you making any attempt to physically stop me.” He explained, pulling Wilbur’s semi hard length out of his boxers. Wilbur bucked into Tommy’s hand, earning a hum of confirmation.

“Okay, okay! Maybe you’re right, I do want this. But we can’t tell anyone or get caught.” Wilbur explained carefully, his cock twitching in Tommy’s tightening grip.

“Then stop whining and complaining and get hard already.” Tommy huffed out, hoping that if he placed the tip in his mouth and played with it then he’d get hard faster.

Tommy opened his mouth, pulling the tip to his mouth and placed it in. Wilbur was already big, and he couldn’t imagine fitting it all in. He was very inexperienced, and he was hoping that Wilbur wasn’t too experienced either.

He tried running his tongue up the slit, earning a strangled moan as Wilbur tried to keep quiet. His hands gripped onto the desk, nails digging into the wood. Gaining some confidence, Tommy tried all the different ways he knew of to lick Wilbur to a full erection.

“Tommy, please… please stop… I don’t like this. I feel wrong doing this.” Wilbur moaned out, finally as hard as he could possibly get. With the sound of a pop, Tommy pulled his mouth off of Wilbur.

“I can’t, you taste so good… and you’re so big…” Tommy pushed the rolling office chair back, crawling out from under the desk.

“Don’t tell me that.” Wilbur groaned out, gripping onto the chairs armrests. “Please… I just need to do this myself.”

“No, let me help.” Tommy stood, pulling his pants and boxers off. Spitting on his hand, he ran his hand over Wilbur’s dick as he leaned in, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Tommy.” Wilbur moaned, grabbing Tommy’s shoulders. “Please don’t do this. We can get caught-“

“Shut it, this is my punishment, not yours.” Tommy half heartedly scolded, even though he was getting hard at the pleading from the older.

He rubbed his spit into the elders dick, making sure that it wouldn’t be too dry on his way down. After a few moments of Wilbur whining and bucking into Tommy’s hand, he pulled his hand away with a sigh of relief from the older.

“C’mere, Toms.” Wilbur shakily hummed out, helping Tommy sit on his lap, ass hovering over Wilbur’s now painful erection.

Wilbur guided his dick to Tommy’s hole, slowly helping Tommy lower him until his cock was fully in his ass. Tommy was shaking, grabbing tightly onto the olders arms. Wilbur moved his hand to Tommy’s other hip, allowing him to adjust before moving.

“Oh-okay, you can move.” Tommy whined out after a few moments of the dick settling in his lower stomach.

With a few small thrusts of testing the waters, Wilbur moved his hands under Tommy’s thighs, supporting him as he carefully moved him up and down with his small thrusts, making Tommy shake lightly and moan at the newfound pleasure.

“How’re you feeling?” Wilbur hummed into Tommy’s ear, earning a small whimper as Tommy tightly gripped onto Wilbur’s shoulders.

“G-Good. I feel- I feel really good.” Tommy reassured, his face flushed as he buried his face into Wilbur’s neck as he sped up his thrusting.

“Good, Good.” Wilbur moaned into his ear, biting onto his earlobe for support as he pulled Tommy closer, adjusting their positions to make it easier for Wilbur to thrust up into him.

Tommy could’ve sworn it went on forever, the two fucking in the office chair, his sweat dripping onto Wilbur’s chest as they panted and moaned into each others mouths, when suddenly Wilbur’s hips started to stutter as they buried themselves up into Tommy’s thighs.

“F-Fuck! Tommy, I’m close,” Wilbur moaned out, a deep rolling and tugging in his lower stomach as his cock twitched in Tommy’s hole.

“I- I am too, keep- keep going,” Tommy panted into Wilbur’s mouth, finally lacing their lips together in a wet, sloppy, dripping make out session as they both stuttered into each others hips.

After a few deep thrusts of hitting deep into Tommy’s tight hole, Wilbur finally let out a loud, deep, rumbling moan as he buried his hips into Tommy’s pelvis, earning a loud whine and a few choppy moans from Tommy as he had released himself.

“You feel so good, Tommy.” Wilbur muttered into Tommy’s neck, placing kisses up his neck and onto his jaw.

“Tommy? Wilbur?” Phil’s voice rung out, making both of their stomachs sink.