Gee 🔞 hiatus

"We shouldn't be doing this..." Sprout muttered. Deep pants fanned against Vee's screen, already moistened by saliva.

An almost childlike pout pushed her digital lips, brows furrowed. "Don't you dare stop." She dragged him down to her level before he could even get out a sound. Any protests he could come up with dissipated with her screen pressed to his lips. Not that he could go anywhere. One fist gripped tightly around his leaves, leading him where she wanted him. The other hand sloppily unbuttoned her shirt. Once the collar was separated she yanked him to her neck. More eagerly than he'd like to admit he sucked on her cool metal, warming and collecting condensed saliva under his hot breath.

The slight pain at his roots each time she tugged only egged him on. To pull her closer. To kiss her harder. To let his hands roam as they pleased.

When most of the buttons were undone Sprout brushed the fabric off her shoulders.

"Damn..." More glossy metal skin revealed itself. Fingers traced over the divots that marked the joints in her abdomen. Then, up, and up, until the pads of his fingers ghosted over the elastic band of her bra, lined with delicate lace.

Vee watched every movement. That signature smirk deepened with each second the silence stretched on. "You like what you see, berry boy?"

For once Sprout didn't have the mind to be annoyed at the stupid nickname. Not when each word she spoke oozed with pure sex.

"...Yeah..." Light, airy, more an affirmative sound to keep her happy than any conscious thought. His hands slid up further, and under her bra to cup each breast.

She shivered under the touch, back pressing into the closet wall. Sprout followed. Like every other part of her body, her breasts were metal, unmoveable. Still he squeezed them. His thumb traced circles over her nipple as he leaned in for another kiss. Every couple of seconds Sprout had to break for air, but he couldn't stay away from her long enough to savor even the stale air in the closet. She grabbed onto his belt with her free hand, pulling him flush against her. A deep moan rumbled in Sprout's throat. His cock burned in his pants, swollen, hard. She could probably feel it against her, throbbing with need.

"Why do you have to do this to me? Right, now?" Each breath fanned against her speaker, seeped into her sensitive circuitry.

She chuckled. "You're fun to play with~" Eying him as she did, her palm slid further down. Cool metal pressed his hard on through his pants.

Sprout sucked in a breath, almost pained. "V-vee..." His face tucked into the dip in her neck. So warm, but still shivering as if he were cold. More wet kisses were placed on her metal as Vee rubbed him through his pants. "Nghh... you're such a bad influence..."

"Have you ever spoken to a lady before?"

"I wasn't aware Ms. Version 1 was that high maintenance."

"Shut up." Vee squeezed his groin in warning. Sprout let out a hiss and a string of silent curses. She waited for them to die down before speaking again. A demand. "Tell me I'm beautiful."

Without hesitation. "You're beautiful."

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you."

"That you need me."

"I-i..." It came out quieter, almost meek. "I need you."

"Tell me, you love me."

Sprout pulled away then. Hands this on her, still incredibly close, but now he could she her face. "..." He just stared for a moment. She never- They weren't- "Vee-"

That's when the door opened. Light flooded into the tiny closet, harsh and sobering. Sprout went a few shades lighter the second his eyes adjusted.

Shiiiiiiiiiit.

He didn't even have the chance to plead for forgiveness before he was dragged out of the closet by the back of his shirt. "How fucking dare you make me drag your ass to the kitchen?" He was lifted to her level, his handler's, as she scolded him. "Your ass is grass after this, Seedly!"

Sprout hid in his scarf. "I- s- we- lost-"

"You don't have time for this. Get to the kitchen!" Sam dropped him. He stammered for few seconds before she yelled. "Move it!"

"Y-yes, ma'am! Yes ma'am!" Other Toons watched as Sprout hurried down the hallway, Sam following.

Goob panted against the side of Glisten's neck, fogging up the metal. Those sharp teeth grazed him every now and then, but Glisten never once felt threatened.

Glisten's frame dug back into the bed when Goob hit a particularly delicious spot inside of him. It deepened the fog in his brain. “Gah… Goo…”

“Glis…” Goob sighed out. He wasn't hard, or fast, each stroke of his cock was languid and deep. “Y-you're doing so… good Glis…” He took to peppering kisses from the mirror toons shoulder to top of his frame. “S-so good… feels good…” One clawed hand curled behind Glisten's back, petting down his spine until he hit his other arm that was coiled around Glisten's waist, and trailed back.

Glisten arched away from Goob's touch with a shiver. His own pulled at the fur between Goob's shoulder blades, drawing a low growl from the toon. “Mmmm~” Through fluttering eyelids he saw Goob's face as he pulled back. A blush peeked from beneath his fur but that wasn't what stirred something inside of him.

It was those eyes. Behind the haze Glisten could pick out something he didn't fully understand. A tenderness… but… why. Goob didn't take his eyes off him as he pressed his forehead to Glisten's. Air passed between them and bounced off their faces. “I-i'm close… I'm g-glad…” He groaned, thrusts stalling for just a moment. “Glad it's with you…”

Glisten's only response was to kiss him, desperate to communicate something. It was stuck in his throat. It loosened briefly with each whimper and moan. Goob's plush tongue, getting coated in Glisten's saliva, made his head dizzy. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His hands slid up to grasp at the back of Goob's head.

The arm that was still wrapped around Glisten's waist extended to hold down his trembling thigh, thumb petting over the surface. “J-just a little more…” He sped up just a bit. Going deeper than before, Goob's hips smacked against thighs. Glisten was seeing stars! He screwed his eyes shut. Goob reached behind him to hold the back of Glisten's hand. “P…lease…” He pressed the back into the bed and carefully carded their fingers together. “Gaaahh…”

Glisten wasn't sure what to do for a moment. His heart squeezed so tightly it threatened to suffocate his entire body. His fingers twitched.

Goob muttered against his lips. “Please.” A little squeeze to his hand.

After a moment Glisten closed his fingers over Goob's hand, slow, unsure. He could feel Goob's lips stretch into a brilliant grin. In that moment he's never felt so………. fragile.

Goob picked up speed again, suddenly kissing Glisten with a new found fervor. Glisten found he couldn't bring himself to give much back, just whimpers and nonsense words strung together in a haze.

If Glisten wasn't so fucked silly he would have been embarrassed by how quick he came. The room spun with each shock wave. He squeezed Goob's hands tight. The pleasure bordered on overstimulation as Goob chased his own pleasure. “Fuuuuh… j-just a little more Gluh… Glis~” He pressed his forehead against Glisten's against just as he came. The thick ropes coated his insides. All Glisten could do was shiver as Goob slowed and eventually stopped.

Glisten slowly opened his eyes. Goob's eyes were still closed but kept whispering his name, like a prayer.

As the throbbing in his core died down he thought he could get himself out of this stupor! Somehow, someway, the squeezing his heart intensitied to the point something warm was squeezing through the cracks.

Oh shit…

After a moment Goob giggled and nuzzled into Glisten's neck like he wanted to melt into him. Glisten's eyes widened.

Oh no…

The mirror toon brought his free hand up to press his palm harshly to his forehead. A deep blush crept onto his cheeks.

Goob tilted his head enough to press a kiss to the back of Glisten's hand.

"There is only a 4.999% chance we make it out if here, if we continue with our current strategy." How could she say that with that same stupid smirk?! Like they were just numbers?! They weren't numbers! They were our friends lives! Lives that could be snuffed out at any moment! But Vee just stood there, nonchalant, challenging even. "Face it, Berry Boy, some of us won't make it-" She stalked closer with each word, despite Sprout being the taller one she had a way of commanding every inch of space given up. Like it all belonged to her. "But with my plan most of us will. I just need your-"

"We are not leaving anyone behind!" Sprout stood his ground, glaring down at her.

"They will die a worse death-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He grabbed the collar of her shirt in a tight fist. "I mean it Vee. Shut. Up." For once she did. Her pixel expression opened for a brief moment. It slid back into sharper lines, more guarded than before. "We will not leave our friends to rot. We will find a way to cure them." She scanned over Sprout's face. He just knew she was playing with him! Of course she would suggest something like that, just to piss him off! It was either that or she was just as cold as some believed. "Do. You. Understand. Me."

There was a breath of silence. The two of them just sizing eachother up. Vee was the first to break eye contact with a signature eye roll. "Yeah, yeah." She tried to push away, but Sprout wasn't having any of it.

"Vee." He pulled her even closer. So close, he could feel the buzzing static from her screen.

She sighed, loud and annoying as fuck. "Un-der-stood."

Sprout dropped her like she had burned him. She might as well have. Vee took a moment to straighten out her collar, uncrumple her bowtie. That stupid smirk was back. He really shouldn't delight in the thought of bashing her screen in, but can he really be blamed at this point? "You really shouldn't stress yourself, your leaves are starting to wilt."

It took everything in Sprout to keep his hands to himself. One deep breath in. Out... in. Out. One more in... Out. "Get the fuck out."

Vee waved him off, but at least turned to leave. "Very well." He would have to accept that for now. He caught the wagging of her tail before she grabbed the mic portion and began spinning it, whistling as she left.

"What a jackass..." Sprout spun around to grip the kitchen counter for support. Hunched over, practically out of breath.

Cosmo tipped toed over now that the TV main was gone. One hand came to pat Sprout's back, massaging gently at his spine in small circles. "I know you don't want to hear this, buuuuuuuuut I think she likes you."

"Cosmo."

"Yeeees?"

"I will kick you out too."

"You're right, not the time."

Sprout just sighed. A deep sigh that brought him to his knees, and his forehead pressed to the cold counter.