#loking

Logic lets out a shaky breath, a mixture of disappointment and excitement. Of course he likes being hurt by king; he wouldn't let himself be pulled around otherwise, but if that's not what was going to happen today, then Logic had severely misjudged the situation. 

He hated being unprepared, and King loved to use that against him. 

King sits back on his giant, elegant bed, pulling Logic onto his lap in a swift motion. It's a position that isn't unfamiliar to them by any means, but it doesn't keep Logic from flushing dark. 

And despite his newfound leverage, Logic would still have to lean up further for their lips to touch. King was just so... massive. 

"I'd like to give you a nice, pleasant reward," King murmurs, as his big hands rub over Logic's thick thighs. "You'll have to do a bit of work for it, but I'm sure you won't mind." 

One of King's fingers stroke under Logic's chin, tilting his face upwards, before bending down slightly to press his lips against Logic's. 

Logic moans immediately, so cutely sensitive at such a small action. It makes King amusingly question how Logic's been able to handle all of the flogging and choking King pushes onto him. Especially when he's already humping against King's large thigh as though he's insatiably horny just from his own anticipation and a few light kisses. 

"What'd I do-" Logic begins, only to immediately be cut off by a firmer kiss. Logic melts into it momentarily, before pulling away with a gasp. "What'd I do to deserve a reward?" 

King laughs under his breath at the question. "Do you need praise that badly?" 

Logic flushes, but rolls his hips down and shudders at the feeling. "I'm just curious. You have high standards; I want to know how I met them, and how I can further exceed them in the future." 

King smiles, and then kisses the side of Logic's face as he sets his hand on the latter's hips, helping grind them back and forth, though occasionally pulling Logic too far forward and pushing him up against King's large, fat stomach. 

"You've been so obedient," King begins, as he helps Logic grind. "You let me do whatever I want to you, and you enjoy it. You love it. Don't you?" 

Logic groans, before pushing his face into King's soft chest. He lets himself hide in King's pecs until King decides he's had enough, and tugs Logic back out by his hair. Logic moans loud at the rough action, before his hair is gently being pet by king as a half hearted apology, though Logic is sure he doesn't actually care about being rough. He's done more than just pull Logic's hair in the past, after all. 

"Oh, come on now, Logic," King tsks, as he forces eye contact. "I'm being so generous with proposing a reward, and you can't even think enough to answer me. Are my pecs just that appealing? You just want to be smothered in them?" 

Logic moves to hide his face, but is swiftly stopped, making him whine. 

"I can't help it," Logic then tries to reason, as he sets his hands on King's squishy chest. "You're so big; there's really nowhere else for my face to go." 

"You never answered my question." 

King stills Logic's hips, watching as Logic then tucks his face into his shoulder, simultaneously attempting to regain his composure and hide his fluster. 

"I love when you do whatever you want to me," he then says, voice barely above a whisper. King's torn between making him repeat it, or praising him for being so adorably cute. So, he decides to kiss the side of Logic's face, murmuring a soft "speak up next time, or I'll make you," before he's setting Logic aside. 

With the simple command of "strip," Logic is pulling his clothes desperately off of his body, watching as King takes his time undoing every button on his regal shirt, and then tossing it aside. That's all he takes off, however, before positioning some pillows so that they're supporting him, and leaning back in a comfortable laying position. 

His big chest and stomach are on display, covered with thick, dark hair. Logic is hardly given time to ever just stare, so he openly does so now. 

Fat boobs, hairy arms, and a very big stomach with a dark happy trail going up the length of his stomach. It makes Logic visibly stammer. 

"You see a shirtless man and suddenly your brain turns to mush?" King teases, and watches as Logic quickly turns away, fingers fumbling to pull off his tie. 

While normally he'd like to make sure his clothes are left together, he can't help but just discard them all into random, wrinkled piles. Afterall, it's not often he gets rewards, especially from King Creativity. They butt heads more often than any of the others, and a lot of their mutual frustration comes out during rough sex. Which is why a nice, supposedly sweet reward is such a surprise (though, not an unwelcome one). 

"I just like the way you look," Logic mutters, as he scoots ever so slightly closer. "Now... my reward?" 

King grins, as he beckons Logic closer. With a bit of help, he aids Logic in moving up his stomach, and eventually straddling his upper belly. Logic's hands hold to the headboard behind King's pillows to keep himself steady. 

"I can't say I understand what we're doing," Logic admits, as King shamelessly feels up Logic's own chubby thighs and pudgy stomach. 

"You won't guess," King says, humming softly. "It's something new." 

Logic's eyes light up. "I like new things." 

It makes King laugh, as he nods his head affectionately. "I know you do, Logic. And I know you'll love this. You'll get to be in control. Mostly, at least." His hands fall from Logic's legs and move up his chest, which King teasingly squishes, before King's pushing his fat tits together, Logic watching wide-eyed. 

"I think this'll feel nice for your small little cock to slide between," King says, matter-of-factly. "What do you think?" 

Logic stammers. "I think- I don't-" 

"Go on, Logic. Indulge in your reward." King winks. "Before I decide to take it from you." 

Logic immediately pulls himself forward, the tip of his hard cock pressing against the line where King's two soft pecs were pushed tightly together. He feels a mixture of pleasure and humiliation as he has to take one of his hands away from the headboard to help guide his cock between them, groaning at the way King's tits mold around his cock, squishing the sides of it as King firmly keeps his hands on his chest. 

He smiles as Logic's breath hitches. 

Eventually, his pelvis settles against King's pecs, his shaft buried between them. Was King really that big? Or was his cock truly that small? Either way, he's embarrassed, but both the situation and the friction make him moan, so he can't find it in him to care. 

"How does it feel? Good?" King prompts. 

Logic bites his lip, before nodding. "Yeah. New, for sure, but still good." It was like a fleshlight, but less lubed and more intimate. 

"Good boy. Now, do you want to fuck my tits, or do you want me to move them for you? Give you a nice, lazy boobjob?" 

Logic feels as though his breath is being pulled from him just at King's words. 

"Uhm," Logic stutters, a tad uncharacteristically, as if weighing the two options. Having to actually choose was seemingly the hardest part of this, aside from his cock, of course. 

"A- a boobjob," Logic then says, decidedly. 

"Good boy," King coos, before he starts gently moving his pecs back and forth with his hands. Because they're big and fat, there's a lot of meat to be moved, and therefore a lot of room for them to rub over Logic's eager shaft.

Logic immediately groans and writhes on top of King, knuckles turning white with how hard he's holding the headboard, like he's going to fall over at any minute.

"Oh, come on now," King softly teases, rolling his eyes. "I've done so much worse to you, and yet you're falling apart over just a little friction. You're so sensitive."

Logic has always been sensitive; it's a side effect of the brain being the biggest sex organ, and King knows this, but compared to King, Logic's always come incredibly fast. 

This reminder has Logic craning has head around, feeling warm when he sees King's cock is just as hard from just a little bit of watching. It feeds Logic's ego, but also has him turning back to King rather timidly, asking "how are you going to touch yourself?" 

"Maybe you can return the favor when I'm done," King muses, before continuing to think aloud. "Or... I could just fuck your sweet, fat thighs while we're cuddling. Though, I'm positive that'd get you worked right back up. You don't mind coming three or four times tonight, do you?" 

Logic whines out a pathetic sounding "no," as King continues to work his tits over his cock. He can feel his pre leaking over King's skin, and as his cock grinds against it, the surface gets slicker and much nicer to very slightly grind against. He knows fully fucking King's tits at this position would be weird, but that doesn't mean he can't roll his hips and enjoy the feeling of his small cock dragging between the two fat mounds of flesh stroking him. 

King's eyes trail up Logic's body, eyeing him thrice over before he licks his lips. "You know, I have a really good view of you like this. I get to see your nice stomach, your chest, and your beautiful lips all above me." King then snickers. "Though, your glasses look like they're about to fall off. Perhaps you're moving too much." 

"Please don't stop me," Logic cries, trying to avoid King's potential teasing or edging. Maybe if he begs, King will take pity on him and continue to let him thrust his little cock against King's giant body. "Please don't stop!" 

Watching as Logic flushes and pants, King moves his tits a little faster, squeezing them harder together in order to apply more pressure to Logic's cock. He relishes in the loud moan he gets in response, and the drool that drips down Logic's chin and onto his own chest. 

Warmth floods Logic's body, and as a result blood rushes to his face, giving him a prettily flushed look with an equally as sensual expression as he desperately tries to prolong his orgasm. 

He eventually even stills his hips to try and drag his reward out, but in turn King only starts moving his pecs faster, working over Logic's cock quick and sloppily. Some pre begins to spill down King's neck and onto the pillows beneath him, and Logic is reminded where the tip of his cock is pointed. 

Directly at King's face. 

"King-" Logic gasps, as he tries to pull away. He doesn't want the pleasure to stop, of course, but he figures King won't want Logic to make a mess onto him. King's always preferred it the other way around. "I'm close." 

"I can tell," King teases, as he lightly slaps the side of Logic's thigh, before going back to squeezing his pecs. "Be a good boy and come for me, okay? Show me how much you appreciate your reward. It'll be the only time you get one for a good, long while." 

"But your face-" 

King gently shushes Logic, murmuring "you think too much," before smiling sweetly. 

Logic gasps, and whines, and as King stimulates his pathetic little cock, he can't keep himself from finally letting go and coming hard. His hand twists against the headboard as he moans, shooting loads of come between King's tits, and over his face. 

Logic doesn't even see the mess he's made at first, as his eyes squeeze shut with pleasure, but as they finally flutter open, he can't help but stare at what he's done. 

While King continues to pleasure him through his orgasm, Logic just pants as he sees  streaks of white splattered across King's perfect face, staining his short beard and mustache and even getting into his long, dark hair, which had fallen slightly into his face. 

Finally, King brings his hands - and his tits - to a halt, and lets Logic pull away. And Logic quite literally pulls away, and falls against the bed while attempting to catch his breath. 

Despite how big King is, his bed is somehow so much bigger, giving Logic plenty of space to just spread out and relax for a moment, before King is shuffling beside him, and then Logic's being turned to his side, and King is cuddling him from behind, hard cock pressing right against Logic's ass and reminding him of just how much King enjoyed helping him get off.