#munch-march

You were awake, or maybe asleep. You didn't know anymore. The words were spinning on the page and the screen was too bright. Your eyes felt too wet and too dry at the same time and you couldn't feel your legs anymore. Did you even have legs? Maybe. You couldn't remember.

All you did know was you had a deadline. And this research wasn't going to do itself.

So you sat, and blinked, and groaned at the stupid dancing words that didn't want to stay in their designated sentences.

"Time-it's time for bed. Let's go"

Wet palms cupped your shoulders. Being careful of the mountains of paper as he leaned his body back and tugged, just enough for you to get the idea to stand up. To follow him to bed and fall into waterproof sheets. But you couldn't, not yet.

"I can't Herm. I have two days to get this done so I can present it to my supervisor so I can maybe actually start my thesis-"

"I'm just ask-I only want 10 minutes. Just...just 10. Please?"

His hands squeezed tighter. Dug into your sore muscles, soaked through your shirt, and your resolve melted away.

"Fine. Fine but just...just 10 minutes"

You pushed your chair back, stumbling away from stacks of old books and printed papers. Legs reminding you they existed with a painful jolt of pins and needles. Herm scooped you up into his arms, walking you down the hall and sliding you onto the plastic covered matress. Giving you a few moments for the blood to return to your legs as he locked up for the night and dimmed the bedside lamp.

Hands gently pulling at your socks, sliding the same pyjama pants you had been wearing for three days now down your legs and throwing them towards the hamper. He would get you a new set in the morning. Something clean and fresh for a brand new day.

Then he was sliding onto the bed with you. Lifting you legs up and over his thighs, hips tilted and fingers playing with the soft skin of your thighs. Thumbs sliding beneath the hem of your underwear with a hesitant intention.

"Herm what are you-you said 10 minutes"

You could feel the air being knocked from your lungs. Surviving on cheek kisses and 'goodbye, have a safe day' hugs for the past month now. You missed this. Missed him. Coming to bed far too late for a proper snuggle before he was out the door for work. To near the proximity of paper and electronics for him to be as touchy as he wanted to be. To pull you in his lap while he ate or hold you from behind while you watched the moon glisten from the balcony.

His thumbs slipped further. Tugged at the material before moving away. Pushing your stained shirt up over your stomach, just enough to splay his fingers against your navel.

"I also-I only said bed. Not-not sleep"

That was true. He did say that. But you also knew sex with Herm didn't take 10 minutes. And your word document was waiting for you, cursor blinking away in a state of limbo.

"Herm, I'm exhausted I can't...not tonight"

Even if he could manage 10 minutes, you didn't have the energy or the strength to give back. It would be unfair to one of you in the end. Either him or you going without for the night in favour of a quickie you knew you both desperately needed.

Two days. It was just two days. Then you could sleep and fuck and kiss and all the things he wanted, that he deserved. But not tonight.

"You don't need-have to do anything. I just want...I want to help you unwind-de-stress..whatever you want to call it"

Your head snapped up at that. Looking down your body to see his mouth watering, his pupils dilated. He pulled your underwear free, over and down still awakening legs. And you let him.

"I'll do all the work. Just...just lay-lie there and look...look pretty"

He slipped down the matress. Long legs hanging off the edge, hand still on your stomach, his head now between you thighs, drapped over his shoulders, and peppered with wet kisses.

You wanted to hold back the whimper that crawled up your throat. But you weren't strong enough. Reaching down to comb your fingers through his hair. Pushing it away from his forhead so you could see those wide eyes looking up at you. Pleading silently to just let him, let him take care of you.

You couldn't say no that. But you could whine a little.

"I haven't washed my hair in a week Herm. I doubt I'm very pretty right now"

He smiled against the crease of your hip. His free hand moving to slip between your folds, spreading them to watch your slick slowly bead, your clit swell. For him, all for him.

"You're always pretty"

"Maybe I'd believe you if you said it to my face and not my vagina"

He leaned down. Pressing a kiss against your entrance. Soft and small, eyes locked in on you as you could see yourself coating those same lips. Shinning in the dim lamp light.

"F-fair. Fair point"

He moved the hand on your stomach down, just enough to lazily swip his thumb across your clit. The other still spreading you, leaving you open and vulnerable to the tongue he prodded at your entrance. Lapping happily as you squirmed.

It was slow and lazy. Your hand still gripping his hair, your thighs falling open and down his biceps as he slid his wet tongue inside. Speeing up just enough to make you see stars. Eyes glazed over for a whole new reason. Head lolling to the side on soft pillows as you hips bucked into him. Into his touch, his mouth.

"Herm-shit. I can't-I'm going to-"

It was quick. But you didn't even have the energy to be embarrassed. He felt good, so fucking good. And it had been so long. So you grinded against his face, rode it out with tense thighs as he lifted his thumb free. Slick covered hand back on your stomach. Pushing down as he kept going, kept riding you through it.

Tounge lapping, nose nudging. Too much, all too much.

"Slow-slow down. Jesus, I can't-sensitive"

You tugged at his hair, and he relented. Pulling back just enough to free you of the burning contact, but not from his cool breath brushing against your skin.

"One more? Please? It's been-we haven't for a-awhile and I...I miss you"

His chin was dripping. His eyes almost black as he licked his lips and stared back down like a man starved.

And you couldn't bring yourself to deny him dessert.

"Ok, ok one more. I can-fuck just...just the one"

And you meant it. Just the one. You could already feel your body drifting. Exhaustion and a good fuck finally catching up, making your eye lids heavy and filling you skull with cotton. You'd be fast asleep if he tried anymore. And you really needed to get back to your desk.

He grinned. Wide and giddy. One finger slipping inside with ease and curling to meet the pressure he placed on your belly. Lips wrapped around your clit. Sucking and lapping. Water pressure gently joining in as he slid his finger in and out, adding another to find that spot, the one spot that made your back arch off the matress.

The stretch, the suction, the pressure.

"Herm...please. I can't-too good. Can't hold-"

"Then don't"

And you didn't. Just letting it happen. Rolling your head against the pillow, lifting one side to bite into as you bucked and shook. Held down by his hand. Clenching around his fingers as he kept going. Kept sucking and sliding until you sobbed. Tugged at his hair and pawed at his forehead until he relented. Kissing your clit one last time and slowly removing himself from the cage of your legs.

Disappearing with the hamper only to come back with a damp towel and a new set of clothes. Slowly cleaning you up. Whispering soft apologies as he swipped at your still sensitive cunt. Sliding a fresh pain of underwear up your legs and removing your stained shirt only to replace it with one of his own. Fresh and dry and smelling like fabric softener.

Taking the soiled towel and shirt away and presumably throwing it in the machine with the rest of the hampers' contents.

By the time he was at your side once more, he was stripped down to his boxers. Pulling your back up against his chest. You were half asleep. Eyelids like lead, a blissed out smile filling your face and brain finally quiet.

"Ok?"

"Great, good, perfect. Just...just perfect Herm. Thank you"

And you were. And it was. He was so good to you. Such a good man. Pushing down your shirt collar to kiss at your shoulders. Fingertips ghosting your bare thighs as you fought off sleep as much as you could. Jolting your eyes back open as you groaned, paper work, and wriggled you hips back just enough to feel it.

Feel him.

Hard and twitching. His breath catching as you rolled against him. His own hips pulled away to give you space, only becoming discovered when you craved for him to be closer.

It must be uncomfortable. Why didn't he say anything? Do anything? You wouldn't have minded him jerking off in the bathroom, or next to you. Or even on you. He could have humped your thigh like a dog and you would have been too blissed out to care.

But here he was. Hiding a boner after giving you two orgasms back to back. It wasn't fair.

“You didn’t come yet, let me-”

You reached behind you, fingers only just dipping underneath blue elastic before your wrist was encircled. Pulled away and held to your chest as his lips moved, kissing up to your neck. Collar now snapping back into place as he let it go in favour of stopping you apprent need to not just take. Not just let him be your boyfriend, no strings attached. For just one night.

"It's fine. I don't-this was about you. I can-I'll be fine for-for one night"

And he would. He really would. It wouldn't be the first time he fell asleep with a hard on.

"Are you sure? I feel bad-"

"Shhh. Go-get some sleep"

He laced his fingers through yours. Holding them tight against your calming heart beat, nose nuzzled into the nape of you neck and water slowly soaking into your back.

"You said 10 minutes. Liar"

"Well, yes 10 for the-the...you. And a few-a couple of hours for sleep-of sleeping"

"Got me on a technicality, again"

Maybe a bit of sleep would be good. Just for a few hours. Just enough time stop the words dancing on the page long enough for you to write them down.

"I love you"

It came out as a mumbled slur. Eyes finally closing, body relaxing. Giving in to the press of his body. All encompassing and comforting. Like an oasis.

It's the day before Valentine's Day. And yeah, it feels pretty dumb, but you're all gathered around a table in the break room, one of Herman's buckets from the janitor's closet in the middle, dry enough to put paper in it. So in went one slip of paper for each member of the Z-Team. Most submissions were actually from Visi, but it barely mattered, as long as you had enough.

Everybody took a turn, going in a circle to pick a slip, each with an outfit they had to wear the next day. Stuff like 'sexy nurse' or 'sexy police officer'. Corny. Shitty costumes too. First went Malevola, who cackled as she pulled 'angel' of all things from the bucket. Next was Robert, brows furrowing as he simply pulled 'Flambae', making the man himself look egotistical about being in there.

Then you.

You shut your eyes, hand in the bucket as you felt around and eventually found a suitable slip of paper. They opened as you pulled it out, unfolding it to see 'playboy bunny'. The team cheered and then the circle simply continued. And last to choose was Herman. Poor, sweet Herman, flushed as he reached into the bucket, even more so when his slip said 'puppy'.

It was still on your mind when you got home. His was the most vague; anything could be a puppy costume as long as you wore the ears, collar and tail.

Fortunately the next day came soon enough. Prism was the one providing the costumes, and she greeted you as a cheerleader, handing you your costume in a plastic bag. And despite what she'd told you about the costumes being shitty your's was... pretty good. The chest was quite supportive, and the material was comfortable rather than being itchy or tight. It even had boning and a silk ribbon to lace up the back, which you unfortunately couldn't do yourself. Once everything else was in place - cuffs, bowtie, ears, fishnets and heels - you went out to the break room, where you were greeted by Colm of all people as a maid and Phenomaman who had severely misunderstood his prompt and came in a bear onesie, ignoring the costume Alice had presented him with.

Finally Hermie came out, and Alice had gone easy on him, letting him come in a Black Sabbath top with cargo trousers, just putting the ears, collar and tail on after. Holy shit he was cute, and he clearly felt that way about you, the way he stared despite trying not to make it too clear. With the look in his eyes though, it seemed like a good idea to give this puppy a treat.

He froze as you approached, cheeks heading up as he tugged on the bulky collar and looked off to the side.

"Hermie?"

"Hi- uh- ye- how can I.. could I.. help you? In any way?"

You nod, turning around and you can almost hear his heart race.

"Could you pull it tight and tie a bow for me?"

"Absol- ah, um, of course- yes, yes I can, and I'm not enthusiastic about this!"

Every time he tried not to sound too eager made it even sweeter. You could feel his hands shake as he pulled it tight, then tied a neat bow in the back, looking exceptionally proud as he finished. You could almost imagine that tail wagging.

"Good puppy."

The whine he let out was pathetic, Colm letting a laugh out behind the pair of you at his reaction. And that was it. You couldn't focus on a single mission that day, Herman on your mind the entire time. Your pretty puppy between your legs, whimpering on his leash as he ate you out, hips grinding on your leg. Your good boy laid on the bed, tail a plug rather than a velcro belt, letting out the sweetest moans as you rode him and just watched the sweet thing cry.

People noticed you were very distracted, eyes always on Herman. When your shifts ended you grabbed him, dragging him to your car as he blabbered confusedly about where you were taking him. The moment you got in you pressed your mouth to his, making hin gasp as he took your waist in his arms, too afraid to get touchier.

Once you pulled away you started to drive, eyes desperately trying to focus on the road rather than Herman, and you chatted as you drove. First just hinting you thought he was cute, but after a while of being nervous and oblivious you just let your dirty fantasies loose, checking at a traffic light and yep, he was incredibly hard. Incredibly flustered too. Incredibly everything you wanted him to be for you.

The moment you pulled into the drive he got out the car, eagerly waiting at the front door until further instructions, which were given with a "Go in, love," in the gentlest voice you could, which he eagerly nodded at. You led him to the bedroom where he knelt at the foot of the bed, and you cooed softly as he did, bringing him up into the bed where he laid down with you.

His head pressed against your chest, eyes roving over the bunny suit, your bowtie, moving up to your face and rabbit ears. The way he stared back at your chest again, all needy, was perfect, until you gave him permission to touch. That was when he whined again as he laid his head on it, hands moving to cradle them, and soon he notched your thigh between his legs. And he was so cute. So pathetic as he humped at your leg, desperately trying to get you out of your body suit to touch more. Feel more. Whining for the touch of your boobs on his face, latching onto a nipple to moment they were free.

He sucked, occasionally detaching to leave a hickey or just whine into your skin, and tears rolled down his cheeks, overwhelmed by pleasure; soon feeling so good he barely even sucked anymore, just drooling onto your chest, embarrassed as you took his chin and talked down to him, a mocking affection,

"Oh, baby, you're drooling everywhere."

And he was. He was drooling everywhere, mumbling yes over and over again, begging you can he cum? Please let him cum, he's so good, so so good, he'll do anything, please, please, and how could you say no? And as he came in his trousers one of his hands quickly went to feel at that soft tail of yours in that rabbit suit, taking the last chance he got with a rare display of confidence.

His hips slowed against your leg as he came down from that afterglow, cock somehow still half hard, but that seemed to come from seeing you like this, his drool still in the valley between your boobs and glistening around your nipples. Then your sweet boy was finally out like a light. You got him in a clean pajama top and wiped him down, and when you laid with him he curled around you, face in the crook of your neck against your own pajamas.

Flambae should’ve expected a villain named “The Shuffler” to be a pain in the ass to fight. The mustachioed villain was in a gaudy purple and green suit, with a Rubick’s cube as his insignia, and sounded more like a parody songmaker than a villain who melted his way through a bank vault and turned the money inside to rubber ducks. Malevola and Flambae couldn’t do much about the toy ducks but they chose to pursue The Shuffler anyways; not knowing that getting him arrested would be its own challenge.

“You can’t un-shuffle me! I’m the motherfucking Shuffler!” The Shuffler yelled over his shoulder as he ran, looking like an escaped cartoon more than a threat. It was embarrassing how well he was avoiding Malevola’s portals and Flambae’s fireballs. The villain leaped over a row or garbage cans, snapping his fingers and turning them into barrels of marbles that quickly tipped over and scattered the glass balls every which way.

“Watch it!” Flambae called, kicking his flames on and choosing flight over running. Malevola slipped over one marble before portaling in front of the villain, sword out and ready to run The Shuffler through. The villain came screeching to a halt, nearly impaling himself on the vorpal blade.

“No where to run- You Bitch!” Maleveola called. The Shuffler turned tail, scurrying away and avoiding Flambae with a slide. The fire hero let out a growl, turning as sharp as he could to chase the weird villain. Malevola was right behind, slowly taking the lead as The Shuffler led them down more back alleys and twisted roads. “Can you not corner that ratbag already!”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?!” Flambae sent out a blast of fire, right over Maelvola’s shoulder, and hit the running villain square in the ass. “What do you call that!” The villain squealed, the back of his pants catching fire. The Shuffler paused, patting out the smouldering fabric and revealing heart boxers underneath his stupid suit. Maelvola got close, decking the villain before he changed directions again-

The Shuffler ran right into Flambae’s pecs. The villain crashed with a squeaky-toy noise and fell to the ground. His messenger bag slipped off the villain’s shoulders and a rounded ray-gun slid out onto the pavement. It looked like he stole it from the set of a Killer Klown movie, brightly colored polkadots and all. “Well he’s a bitch to catch, but he’s got fuck-all weapon wise.” Before Malevola could stop the fiery hero, Flambae picked The Shuffler up. The villain snapped his fingers and the top part of his suit was missing, letting The Shuffler scramble on the ground for the gun. He snatched it, pointing at the two heroes as he scooted backwards.

“Stay back. I mean it!” The Shuffler’s grip shook on the plastic ray gun. Malevola and Flambae shared a look, eyebrows raised and smiles tugging on their lips. “Even I don’t know what the Universe has in mind for this FSD!” The Shuffler turned to the open alleyway, like an actor on a Sitcom, “That’s Forced-Shuffle-Device for our readers- GAH!”

“Shuffle this, bitch!” Flambae grabbed the man by his curly hair, winding back to punch him when a blast of bright yellow and green flooded his vision. Chad dropped the villain, covering his eyes as the Forced-Shuffle-Device was fired. Melvola barely managed to avoid the blast, covering her face with the Vorpal sword. The Shuffler hit the ground hard, the FSD ray gun disappearing with a pop of light. He scrambled away, laughing and shrieking at the top of his lungs before snapping into a portal of his own. Malevola started to run after, but Flambae hit the ground even harder.

The pavement cracked, Flambae was downed and twitching. Malevola rushed to his side, immediately pinging Robert over the coms. She felt his exposed neck for a pulse, yanking back with a hiss. Flambae was far too hot to touch, only burning hotter as his skin started to glow a deep red, like metal placed in a forge. Not good.

“Robert! Flambae is down and he’s too fucking hot to handle!” Mal used the blunt end of her sword to try and pry the hot-head out of the pavement’s outline. Flambae wasn’t budging, literally too heavy to move. “I can’t even move his ass off the pavement.” She reported, watching as Chad groaned, batting the handle of the blade away. At least he was alive. “He’s breathing but I don’t know how to get him out of here!” 

“Okay, Malevola, I’ve got your location and I’m sending out Water-” Flambae suddenly sat up, the red glow changing to a bright orange as he got to his knees. Malevola kept a firm grip on her sword, ready to send him to the ocean if needed.

“No!” He roared, clutching at his stomach. “Don’t- don’t you fucking dare, Robert!” Chad groaned, hand going for the commlink in his ear. He yanked it out, the heat resistant substance crackled and melted in his hand. The puddle of metal and plastic ashed over and faded away with the smoke coming off of him. Flambae was about to stand, shifting his weight when red hot pain ripped through his body. It was like Mechaman cutting off his fingers all over again but the searing agony spread through his entire body.

Chad screamed, body flashing bright white. Maelvola portaled to the nearby roof, closing her eyes as Flambae became far too bright to look at. His body was jerking around, bones crackling and twisting as the hero let out the loudest cry Malevola had heard from a non-sonic hero. The heat flared up, even feeling it from the roof, before dying down. Like a bolt of lightning, it was over. Malevola peaked over the side of the roof, yellow eyes widening as she spotted the tattered suit of Flambae… and what her friend had turned into.

“Oh shit.” At least Chad would be easier to transport now. 

— — —

Waterboy tore down the hallway, skidding on the white tiles as he raced through the SDN infirmary. He had heard the screams of pain and Malevola’s swears over the commline nearly half an hour ago. Waterboy had a mission to finish at the time, but when he heard the cries of pain and the distinct crack of bones, he was ready to abandon being a hero altogether. Malevola tried reassuring him that it was okay but Herman’s heart was racing. He needed to find Chad now, see it for himself.

Herman slipped, nearly careening into a wall as he tried to lock in and locate his teammates. They were holding Flambae in the lower infirmary, keeping him in the fire-proof medical wing for everyone’s supposed safety. It didn’t comfort Herman as he ran to the end door, spotting Prism and Sonar outside it. He panted, trying to catch his breath and start the questioning process as Alice put her hand on his shoulder, cringing and pulling it away almost immediately.

“Calm down, Waterboy!” She flicked the water off of her glove, “He’s awake and alive, so calm the fuck down.” Alice had never seen Waterboy run so fast, not even when chased by a tiger or avoiding the HR department. Herman was still doubled over, wheezing out breaths as he shook his head.

“Don’t you fucking shake your head at me! Chad your boyfriend’s being a bitch about it, are you gonna let us in or what?!” She tried the doorknob again, pushing her shoulder against it but the door stayed shut. Herman frowned, pushing a hand against the door as he righted himself. His breathing was still uneven but he was able to talk now.

“Why- why are… why are we standing out…out here?” Herman puffed. Victor offered a waterbottle, still sealed. Herman gladly took it, chugging half the container before trying again. “Ch-chad? Is everything…well it’s not-not okay but please…please let us in!” His voice was clear now, undoubtedly heard through the door. “I’m- we- are worried! P-please! I-I didn’t get to hear what…what even happened?!” Herman didn’t expect a clatter on the other side, a muffled voice raising as a loud thump vibrated through the door. “Chad!”

“Go away!” Chad’s voice called through the door. He sounded lower, rougher than normal. Mild relief nipped at the flood of horrible thoughts welling inside Waterboy. Chad was awake enough to be upset, with a very gruff tenor. Herman had only heard it once before when he pushed his fire breath to the absolute limit, acting as a living flamethrower for an hour. He had beat his prior record and couldn’t talk for two days afterwards. “I- just go! Finish the fucking shift.” 

“Bitch, we got an early day since you’re in the infirmary. Didn’t Robert tell you before you threw his bitch ass out?” Alice rapped her fist against the door. “You sent him flying by the way, Miss Blazer literally sent him to his own room.” A muffled noise came back.

Alice rolled her eyes, “You can apologize to Robert directly. I ain’t anyone’s messenger! Let us the fuck in.” The door shifted, Herman practically jumped to slide in but it remained shut. Alice and Victor groaned and Herman clawed at the handle, it slipped from his grip. 

“Dude, I’m telling you that it’s not a big deal! So you get blind-sided by a villain, it happens.” Victor dropped to his knees, producing a card from his pocket. The printed name on the front did not match Victor’s file or any of the Z team. Herman was half sure it was a credit card some executive had lost at the Torrance branch. “I can hear your heartbeat. I know you’re panicking and you’ve got to chill out. The best way to chillax for you is kicking back and getting a tall drink of Waterboy-” 

“No!” Chad hissed from beyond their view. Victor screamed, jumping away from the door. Flambae’s response was unnecessarily loud to the bat. “He can’t see me like this!” Herman’s heart dropped and Chad sounded just as heartbroken. He knew his boyfriend could be vain, stubborn and egotistical at times, but the fact Chad didn’t want to be seen was only fueling Herman’s anxiety with potential problems. “I’m hideous!” 

“Hideous is a gross overstatement,” Malevola’s voice chimed in. “Get your scaly butt away from the door before I portal them in!” Chad argued something back and the faint pink burns of a portal appeared alongside the wall, tearing a doorway open. Alice didn’t hesitate, jumping through before it closed off and left the two still outside. There was more clattering and the laughter of Prism rang out beyond the door. Herman knocked, rapid pace as the worry boiled over in his guts. Alice’s cackle died down and there was something sliding against the door. 

Victor motioned for Herman to move away from the door as he stepped back, getting a running start as- The door opened and Victor fell flat on his snout, half in the hall and half in the room. Herman stepped over the bat and entered the room before anyone could protest his presence. Victor pulled his legs through the entryway and closed it behind him. Five was a crowd in the SDN infirmary rooms and with Flambae’s current state, they were pushing it for space. Herman couldn’t help but stare at his sweetheart.

Chad was crouched in the middle of the room, slowly rising to his feet- claws? - and righting himself to his new height over seven-and-a-half feet tall. Herman estimated seven feet, eight or nine inches, with the dark-tipped horns that protruded from his hair line. Large draconic wings flared from his back, the tips grazing the ceiling and scraped white dust across the room. His fingers, still missing the two on his right, had been tipped with reptilian claws. Dark red scales, glittering with golden sparkles, trailed up his arms and covered his shoulders, trailing off around his collarbones and framing his ample chest.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out. A long tail curled around him, the golden-tipped end fanned out to match the dark red webbing between his wings. Fangs stuck out of his mouth, a forked tongue ran over the sharp teeth. His eyes were sharp, calculated, braced for hurt, and fully orange with slits for pupils. Chad’s scruffy five-o-clock shadow was still present, but the same glittery scales that tipped his elbows and heels also covered his chin. Flames curled from his now pointed ears as Flambae’s eyes dropped to the floor. His claws clicked against the metal tiles. “I know I look-”

“Oh wow…” Herman was breathless. Chad was beautiful, he always had been, but the dragon-beast in front of him was ethereal to look at. It was as if Chad had stepped out of Herman’s personal fantasy. “You’re…really-really hot.” He swallowed the drool that pooled in his mouth. Herman’s eyes never left Chad’s new body. “Why-why would you h-hide this from m-me?!” 

“Because I’m a weird ass hybrid now! I used to be a Prince Charming and now… I’m fucking beastly! Scaly and- did you call me hot?” Chad’s eyes narrowed. His shoulders lowered as Dragon-Bae inspected Herman closely. His eyesight had changed slightly, taking in the shine of Herman’s water catching the fluorescent light. Chad could smell something sweet on him, yet an underlying musk that flared his nose. “Are you serious? Do I turn you on that much?” 

Herman opened his mouth, closing it immediately to stop the drool or flood of compliments that cloyed in his throat. He settled for biting his lip and nodding. Chad stepped forward, claws clacking against the tiles- and Victor stood between them.

“As the resident hybrid: I say you don’t count. This is a spell at worst, illusion at best. Right Mal?” The Harvard bat looked around the dragon, waiting for the thumbs up from Malevola. She was grinning instead and Victor felt the hot breath of a pissed off dragon on his face. His snout flared, “Dude, tic-tacs won’t kill you-!”

Chad’s tail curled around Victor’s leg and waist, tossing the bat into the chairs without a second thought. The dragon neared his prize, the sparkling, wet partner that Chad’s instincts screamed to take to his penthouse and curl up with in bed. Herman closed the gap, taking off his gloves and tracing the new scales. His damp hands dried on Chad’s skin as he inspected the new features.

“W-wow! You’re really… this is f-fascnating!” Herman circled his partner, investigating everything. His hands shook as he felt Chad’s tail, the difference in the thicker scales closer to his back compared to the finer, almost snake-like skin of the underside. The tail lazily wagged, tailfin dragging across the floor with a light scrape. His wings folded, relaxing under Herman’s touch. “Guys are-are you seeing…w-what are you doing?” Malevola was holding several twenty dollar bills, collecting a few from Victor and passing half to Alice. 

“We made a bet.” Alice responded, counting up the cash. “You’re staying with him right? Because I’ll need to give Bobby a cut later.” She pocketed the cash and Chad’s tail stopped its wag. His hands captured Herman’s waist, pulling his beloved gem closer to his chest. Chad picked him up and sauntered over to the group. Waterboy was thrilled, giggling and flushed as he was so casually carried by his taller boyfriend. Chad seemed not-pleased by the bet.

“Which fuck bet I would leave my Aquamarine?” He growled, claws dragging against Waterboy’s wet suit. There was more cash being passed through a portal, divided between Malevola and Alice. A quick count designated over five hundred being spread. “Who bet?!” The door cracked open, hitting the wall and Royd stepped in, notebook in his hands and glasses on his nose.

“So, da suit can be fixed but it gonna be different, bro.”  He looked up from the book, noticing the current settlements and Herman still clutched betwixt Chad’s claws. “Damn, you already got every bugga? You gonna need to split da pot again, Chase just submitted his, bra.”

Royd flipped the page, scribbling something down as Mal and Prism let him in on the winnings. A neat, paperclip-d stack of cash got passed over to the women that got counted in. A growl escaped Chad’s throat, grip tightening on his boyfriend. He rested his head on top of Waterboy’s, steam clouding up from him. Herman patted his jaw, scratching the new scales on his face. 

“Well damn, it was fifty-fifty,” Alice looked over the book, splitting the count again. “Five hundred and thirty-five bucks, six-to-four in favor.” She reported, looking back at her friend and breaking out into a smile. “Though I’m thinking of starting a pool myself…Whatcha think Mal- eggs before next month or-?”

Flames rose around Chad’s ears, steam clouding more of the room. Malevola and Alice were laughing, Royd was trying to vent the steam out, and Victor was starting to calculate bets on the success of their mating chances. Herman started giggling, softening Chad’s glare as he looked down to his boyfriend.

This is my first time participating in a challenge like this on tumblr! I’ve done art weeks on bsky before, but I’ve generally not posted a lot of my own content to tumblr. Contains Waterboy x OC, very light choking and degradation, and our dear Hermy being his usual sopping wet meow meow self.

Herman always looked so good spread out beneath her. He looked just as good on top of her, of course. In fact, hope couldn’t think of a single moment where her sweet, anxious boy didn’t look good. But there was something particularly delicious in the way he squirmed beneath her now, face contorted with equal parts desperation and pleasure, whimpering out each pleading word as her hips pin his to the bed.

“Patience, baby.” Her soft chiding tone was met with a low whine. His hands gripped her hips, twitching with the urge to physically move her. She couldn’t blame him for that, though. He’d been hilted inside her for several minutes now, her warm sheath enveloping his cock. But she hadn’t moved, hadn’t even rolled her hips since she worked himself down. It was agonizing. It was perfect.

“Please,” His watery gray eyes opened, looking up at her with the most pitiful kicked-puppy expression. His lower lip jutted out in a visibly quivering pout. He’d perfected that look without even trying. Her walls fluttered around his aching cock and a high pitched keen left his lips, back arching off the bed as he warred with the instinctual search for friction and the desire to be good for her. “Hope, I can’t- I need- Hnng, please~!”

He’d be embarrassed by how whiny he sounded if he could hear himself, but all his thoughts were single mindedly focused on the woman above him. Her hands were moving along his lean torso, admiring the extra muscle he’d gained after becoming a hero. He’d been working so hard to be an asset to the team, and such dedication deserved to be recognized. Her fingers traced the edges of each muscle, drawing more pathetic sounds from his lips. His thin chest heaved with each labored breath. He was barely composed enough to continue begging.

“You’re being so good for me, Herman. Staying so still.” Her palm slid up the center of his chest, coming to rest against his throat. She felt his adams apple bob beneath her hand. Something shifted within him. He went still save for the shuddering breaths that wracked his chest, his unsteady gaze locked on hers. He could feel himself twitch, leaking pre into the hot cavern of her core, and if the predatory grin that spread across her lips was any indication she could feel it, too. She rolled her hips and squeezed his throat with an experienced hand, careful not to restrict any actual airflow. It didn’t matter. The effect she had on him was immediate, a louder cry of desperation leaving his lips as he scrambled to thrust up into her.

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” Her fingers shifted to nudge his jaw so that his gaze was once more back on her before her hand settled back against his throat.

“Look, I-I’m not- well, I didn't… didn’t think I was into… into this- choking. B-but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed my thr- grabbed me by the neck every so- every once in a while.” The words tumbled into each other in his rush to get them out. Honestly, with how aroused he was right now, he was lucky that he was even coherent. He usually couldn’t even speak by this point, but something about this sudden and intense realization snapped him back to reality a bit. He’d had a lot of time to fantasize about these sorts of things. But fantasizing and doing were very, very different. He never knew how she was going to react, and despite her enjoying every kink and quirk of his so far, part of him was worried that anything new that cropped up might be a step to far.

“You’re such a pervert, Hermy~” She laid herself atop him, heavy breasts squished against his heaving chest. Her hand stayed wrapped around his throat, squeezing just hard enough that it made each breath a struggle. He moaned, mind whirling from the combined pressure and degradation. And then she started to move, her hips rolling and lifting off of him before plunging back down, repeating this series of actions over and over and over again.

“I- I’m not,” It was a struggle to even get those two words out. Anything else he might have to say in his own defense was lost in a series of moans.

“You are~” She hissed, dragging her tongue along his jaw and lapping up some of the collected water that dripped from him. He shuddered, hips twitching upwards- bucking, even. He tried to hold back, but she knew exactly what made him tick. He’s pretty sure she’d had him clocked since day one. He wasn’t a particularly hard person to read. “But it’s okay, sweetheart. Know why?”

“Nng- Ha~ N-no~!” His voice was high and broken. She hadn’t stopped riding him to let him respond, so anything more complicated then a single syllable was impossible to conjure. Even that was a struggle. The sound was swallowed up by the sounds of his pleasure.

“Cause I like it.” her voice was getting deeper as her own arousal intensified. Her body shifted atop him, their forms molding together as they began to move in tandem. Every few thrusts she’d squeeze his throat tighter, pushing him that much closer to oblivion. “I like that you’re a horny little pervert who just wants to be had and fucked and manhandled by his girlfriend. I like that,” She paused, a shuddering moan leaving her lips as her hips rolled harder against him. “I like that I’m the only one who’s ever gotten to touch your dick. That I’m the only one who gets to hear you moan for me.”

His climax hit him suddenly. She just squeezed his throat again and he was off like a rocket. His hips lifted off the bed, thrusting upward several times as he stuttered out strained and stilted apologies. Her eyes widened at the suddenness of his reaction. She pushed herself up, bracing herself against his chest so that she could look down at him. Despite how shocked she was by how obviously he enjoyed this, she couldn’t help but admire his features as he collapsed from the intensity of his orgasm.

“You’re beautiful, Hermy.” The words slipped from her lips unbidden. She began to soothingly rub his chest, fingers curling in the sparse hair gathered around the center of his sternum before gradually venturing outwards, following the flush that had spread across his heaving chest.

“Mmm, no. I’m not.” He draped an arm over his eyes, hiding his face from view.

“Don’t hide from me, baby boy.” Her cooing voice coaxed the embarrassment out of him. He let her grip his wrist and gently pull it away from his face. She guided it to her lips, kissing each of his knuckles one after the other. “You did so good for me, Hermy. I love you so much.”

He felt his eyes welling up, but it was only noticeable to her by how scrunched his face became. He was soaked, the sheet below him completely drenched. In a flash, he had his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into a hug that was tight enough to knock the wind out of her. “I love you too, Hope. S-so much.” His hiccuped out a sob, clinging tighter to her. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Came her breathless reply, shaking with the sound of her giggling.

“F-for… indulging me. F-for loving m-me. I just… I can’t- I can’t even express how much it muh-means to me.”

“Hey,” She spoke so gently as to not further upset him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. He sobbed harder, hands digging into her pliant flesh. “Hey, Herm. It’s alright. I love you so much. So fucking much.”

It took a while, but he slowly calmed. His tears petered out into shuddering breaths. His body had gone so still she almost thought he fell asleep, and he may have, but her attempts to get comfortable were met with a bruising grip and needy whine. “I’m just getting comfortable.” She muttered, kissing his cheek between every single word. She nuzzled into him, moving to lay beside him. She’d long since gotten used to sleeping in a soggy bed so it didn’t take her long to settle in and pull the damp blanket over the both of them. Honestly, the cooling bed linens were kind of soothing after all the sweating and writhing and panting they partook in. She let him roll into her, wrapping her arms around him and steadily rubbing his back. “I mean it, Herm. I love you so much.”

The first time it happened, it was a blur. Pressed against the wall of the supply closet. Work clothes soaked and a large hand shoved down your pants. Long fingers working, palm pressing. Your eyes rolling back, hands gripping at his slippery suit for dear life as his thigh pressed between your own shaking one's. The pressure of his body the only thing keeping you upright.

Face burried in your neck. Panting against your skin, drooling down your collar.

"Herm....close"

He whimpered, hips jerking forwards. Humping against the hollow of your hip.

"P-please"

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The second time it happened, you went slower. Hands wandering, fingertips tracing. Almost undressed as he hovered over you. Plastic squeaking against your skin, shirt open and bra pushed aside, pants removed and panties soaked through in more ways than one.

His suit peeled away, hanging down at his hips. The peak of his duckie boxers hiding just behind the zipper.

"Herm...please, I need you"

You cupped his face, thumb brushing across his parted lips. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, water dribbling onto your hand.

You pulled him down towards you.

And he redirected himself to between your legs. Thighs hooked over his shoulders, hands squeezing and nose nudging at the offending cotton clinging to every fold and curve.

"O-ok"

Your hands travelled to his hair, tugging and pulling as your back arched and your breath hitched.

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The third time, it started to annoy you. Bouncing on his lap, trying to pull him close. Wanting to feel his tongue sliding between your teeth as your grinded against him.

He buried his head in your chest. Occupying himself with your breasts as they bounced with each thrust.

The fourth time, you audibily groaned in frustration. Head thrown back against the pillow with a thump as he nipped and sucked at your throat. Fingers curling and thrusting perfectly. Expertly.

"Herm..."

He pulled back, hand stilling. The other pressing you thigh to your side. Open and vulnerable and so full.

"You-is it ok? You're ok?"

He was frowning, trying to read your expression of frustration and interpreting it as pain. Making a move to pull away. Your hand shot down and gripped his wrist, holding him in place. Accidentally jolting him deeper.

"I'm fine just-fuck-slow down a second"

"Sorry. You just feel-you felt so good-"

You shook down your head, taking in a few deep breaths as he resumed lazy thrusts. Slow and deep. A comfortable fill as you gathered your thoughts. Slid your hands up and over his shoulders, cupping his neck, then his jaw. He was concentrating so hard.

"It's not that. You're doing that...so fucking good. It's just..."

He stuttered on every second thrust. Water dripping from the corners of his mouth. Gulping as your thumbs wandered to those lips once more. Eyes fixated on how they pressed into a thin line

"Why won't you kiss me?"

Then he stopped completely. Body tensing up, eyes darting and cheeks bright red. He tried to pull himself away from your hands, but you gripped tighter, held firmer. Forced him to look at you. Balance fumbling as his elbow locked, then unlocked. Palm leaving a mark on your thigh.

"I...um...it's just-I want to but-its not you, it's me and I..."

He licked his lips, gulping again. Water already threatening to dribble down onto your cheeks.

"My past-my exes, they always hated-complained...they complained about me being wet-a wet k-kisser"

He couldn't look at you. Eyes down cast and wet, nose twitching and lips wobbling.

"I just didn't want you to leave"

His voice was so small. A sad admission spoken into the air between you. He wanted to bury his face into your neck again. He wanted to hide away and just finish the job, making you feel so good that you forgot about the kisses. That you just let him clean you up and curl into your side. Waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms as he stared at the wall and willed his fears away.

You were here. And you were his.

But you wouldn't be if he kissed you like he wanted to.

Only you wouldn't let him, turning and pushing against his strength until he was finally looking at you. Looking at the determination in your eyes. Pussy twitching around wet fingers.

"What if I like wet kisses?"

He scoffed out a half laugh. Shaking his head.

"N-no one does-"

"But what if I do?"

Your voice was firm. Firm enough that his mouth snapped shut. Teeth clacking as they met. Frozen in place by your matter-of-fact tone. The sharpness of your eyes.

You brushed a thumb over his lips again, pulling down the bottom one, letting a dribble of water sneak through.

"You have to let me at least try first....Please"

You could see the cogs turning in his head. The pros and cons flashing before his eyes. His want overriding his fear in slow gentle steps until he nodded. Just once.

"O-ok...we can-I can...we'll try"

You held back the whimper that begged to escape as he pulled his fingers free. Wanting to focus on this, and only this right now. Licking his lips, hand covered in water and slick cupping your chin, tilting it up just right as he slowly let himself be lowered. Pulled towards you until your lips finally slotted together.

Still hesitatent and slow. Getting the angles just right, running your fingers through his hair. Shoulders shaking and lips finally parting. Letting you feel the flow of water against your tongue. Gulping it, letting it drip down your chin as he lost himself to it. Gave in to the feeling of your tongue on his, the warmth of your mouth, the points of your teeth.

Whimpering at the taste as he pushed deeper, pulled you chin down further. Wet and sloppy and oh so messy, until you both ran out of breath. Pulling back with a string of spit between your lips, more water dripping down his chin. Peppering your mouth with soft droplets.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”

"Sorry-"

"I love it"

You gathered the water with your tongue. Lapping and sucking at his lips as you pulled his hand from your chin. Moving it back to where it had once came. Pads circling your clit before sliding down to find you still open, still ready for him to slip back inside.

He practically sobbed.

You nipped and pulled at his bottom lip.

It was a good day, a very good day. Blazer had managed to teach you to teleport across the room with minimal thinking, Herm had succeeded at all of his calls, and the cafe down the street had your favourite muffins in stock.

That's how you ended up in here, legs wrapped around his waist and hands gripping at his hair. His suit pushed down to his ankles, and yours thrown over the mop and bucket. His cock rutting against you. Both so slick and wet. Panting into eachothers mouths, swallowing eachother's moans.

Footsteps and shadows just beyond the loosely locked door your back was currently pressed against.

“Th-There are people outside this door—”

“Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”

You pulled at his bottom lip. He stiffened. That may have come out a bit harsher than intended. But his tip kept catching on your clit and his hands were cupping you thighs just right. You didn't want anything coming between you and that feeling. The feeling of him, all of him, the success of the day, the muffin filling your belly.

So you pecked his lips, moving to pepper kisses across his cheeks and down his jaw.

"Sorry, we had such a good day, and I just... I want you. Please?"

Another set of foot steps padded past the door.

"No one has to know if we're quiet"

You lapped at the water running in rivers down his neck. Sucked and bit at his shoulder until he groaned and gave in. Forhead knocking against the wood behind you, hands lifting you higher, hips rolling once again.

"O-ok, we can-we'll celebrate...quietly"

And celebrate you did.

His cock catching on your hole, wet and sticky and begging for it. Breasts squished against his chest and eachothers mouth finding their own spots on your skin to bite down the moans that threatened to echo off the walls.

And then he was in you. With a hiss and a whimper. Tip sliding in so effortless, like you were made just to take him. But there was more. So much more. You could taste copper against your tongue as he kept sliding, slowly and surly. Halfway in before you pulled off the mark you had made, his water already dripping over it to close the cuts your canines had left.

"Oh fuck, Herm"

He stilled.

"Sorry, it's-I'm...big"

"Yeah, no kidding"

You took in a few deep breaths, then nodded. Pulling him down for a kiss, sucking on his tongue to distract yourself for how full you felt. How deep he was. Knocking on places you didn't even know existed.

But you were still tense, and he could feel it. Clenching around him in a way that didn't scream overwhelming pleasure, more like you were torn between sucking him deeper and pushing him out.

"I can-this can help..."

He pulled one hand off your thigh, arm sliding around you waist for better support and thumb finding your clit. Soft circles as he slide in and out. Slowly at first and then faster, and faster. Thumb matching his pace. Stars in front of your eyes. Panting and whining as he hit all the right places at all the right angles.

"S-shit...God, Herm"

"Good?"

You nodded, head thumping painful back against the door, leaving a dull throb in its wake that your brain didn't have the space to process just yet.

"Very, very good"

He smiled, eyes bright, and nuzzled into your neck. Mouthing at the skin he found there. Water dripping down your collarbone and over bare breasts. Pooling at where your hips met.

It felt good. Too good. The room spinning, your eyesight glazing. Your skin was sizzling.

"Herm..."

You felt....

"Oh shit"

A snap and a bang. Darkness replaced with bright fluorescent lights. Your back slamming painfully onto cold wood and his full body weight landing on top of you. Making you grunt and groan.

"Huh, I guess he was too busy for our meeting after all. Eh, team?"

You looked to your side at a smirking Colm.

"He's got more fucking cheek than I was expecting. Could actually sqeeze that"

You looked to your other side at the shit eating grin painted across Chad's face.

Then it processed. Where you were, what was happening, who was looking. And your face filled with shame.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry"

You buried your face in his neck. Hands gripping bare skin tightly, desperate to teleport back away. Back to where you came from, alone and private with no eyes looking at you. But you couldn't. Skin fizzing out, body wracked with sobs. Echoing around the conference room as Robert desperately tried to hush everyone's comments, their lewd cheers. Herm covering you with as much of his body as he could. Trying to spare the last thread of dignity you were holding on to.

He gulped. Feeling the fizzle, the failure. Lifting his head up with pleading eyes.

"Um...Malevola, would-could you?"

She smiled, a mix of sly and sympathetic. A portal slowly building beneath you both.

"On it"

You fell through. His arms braced either side of your head as you landed with a thump once more. But this time, back in the darkness. The smell of chemicals making your head spin.

"I didn't mean to"

You sobbed into his shoulder. Arms gripping so tightly to his back, it left red marks on pale skin. The floor cold and hard beneath you. He slowly pulled out with a low hiss. Prying your arms off him and helping you sit up. Scurrying away to sit proped up against the same door you had just left. Knee's curled into your chest and face hidden behind them.

"It-it's ok-everythings ok-"

"No, it's not. The whole team just saw you balls deep in me. I can't-this is so..."

He reached out, cupping your knee. Trying to bend enough to catch your eye as you felt your clit still throbbing, the sting of the stretch still so present in your mind that all you could do was glance as his cock. Standing upright in his lap as he kneeled in front of you. Hard and wet and twitching.

"You just felt so good. I couldn't...I couldn't stop it"

He smiled a little at that. Like it was a positive review and not a humiliating moment. Which you guessed it was kind of both. Because he did feel good, really good. So good that your mind wandered to how the rest of the team was going with their meeting. If they even knew he was getting a reward for a job well done just a few doors down. If they knew how good he felt, how well he treated you. How his water felt running down your body, how his cock felt filling you to the brim.

And then you were there. On the table, with everyone now very aware of how his cock looked filling you, how hard he got you panting, how dilated your pupils were and how messy your hair was.

They all knew now how good Herm could fuck you.

And they would never let you forget it.

"Robert will-he can deal with them"

He was back in his suit. Pulled up and over his shoulders, arms slipped inside, and zipper half zipped. Cock tucked upwards in a terrible attempt to hide how it was still half hard. And he was handing you yours. Helping your legs slide in and pulling it over your hips as you sniffled and wiped at your eyes. He slipped your arms in and zipped you up. Tucked away from the world once more. Feeling less exposed and raw as his thumbs rubbed against your cheeks. Washing away traces of salt.

"Should we-would you-can I walk you home?"

You nodded, grabbing his wrist and pressing a kiss against his palm. Letting him pull you to your feet and then into a hug. Hair being smoothed down as he pressed your forhead against his breastbone.

He was still half hard. Digging into your stomach as your hands wrapped around his waist, fingers digging in as you took a second to just melt. Melt into his touch, the firmness of his body, the all encompassesing nature of his height.

Safe and loved.

And still...so God dam horny.

"And...could you stay? It would be nice to, you know, finish what we started"

You felt him stiffen. His hands still and his cock twitching.

He wasn't a pervert. Not really. But when he saw your wash bag left in his bathroom, his first thought wasn't of calling you to organise its safe return.

It was of how good you smelt.

And in someway, he guessed that was a bit perverted.

But what tipped him over the edge into a full creep was digging into your wash bag and finding that glass bottle of dark liquid, spraying it a few times on his pillow and burying his face there. Squished into soft polyfill, back arched and legs spread. Knees sucken into the matress and chest heaving.

"This is-it's so bad-wrong...it's so wrong"

He mumbled, shame filling his chest as his cock rose up, pushing against the soft fabric of his pyjama shorts.

"I should...I shouldn't"

Your toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant sat abandoned on his bedside table. Cologne bottle swaying at his side as he slowly lowered his hips.

"He can't-he'd be so...such a p-pervert"

His hips rocked against the matress. Sliding against waterproof sheets, small moans and whines spoken into the pillow. The pillow that smelt like you, so much like you it made his heart ache.

"Please...please I want-need-I need..."

He reached down, pawing at the elastic. Letting his cock slide free, shorts pushed down to his thighs. The sheets were cold and wet, the slick slide of his leaking tip making him whimper and bite at the pillow.

"I know what you need, Hermy"

He wanted to reach back, to slide his fingers inside, imagine it was your cock filling him. Your hand on his neck pushing him into the pillow. Your thighs spreading his apart as you lifted him to just the right angle.

“Can I— can I please touch myself?”

He spoke it into the cold, empty air. Fisting at his pillow. Hips still rolling, cock still twitching.

"You think little perverts like you deserve to be touched?"

He whined, head shaking frantically.

"N-no, they-they don't"

It was so wrong, but he reached out for the bottle anyway, gripping it tight, glass digging into his palm. He pulled back, one last spray, just one more.

"Do I smell good, Hermy? Take a deep breath. Really savour it because, if I smell that good, imagine how I'd taste"

Oh God, you would taste good. So good. Heavy on his tongue, thick in his mouth. Jaw aching, throat raw. Swallowing you down while spit flowed down his chin. Looking up at you with wide eyes, seeking your approval as you cupped the back of his head, using his pretty, wet mouth as you pleased.

"Please-please I want to-need to taste, please"

His hips rolled faster. Friction building, slit rubbing over and over and over again. Trapped between his stomach and the sheets. Face burried in your scent, hand gripping at glass, wishing it was your hand, or thigh. Wishing his nails were leaving indents in your skin. Smelling of you, tasting of you. Filled and marked by you. Hole stretched and leaking.

"Cum on your matress like a good boy now"

And he did.

Sobbing into his pillow as his hips stuttered and tensed. Stomach smeared with cum and pyjama shorts soaked through.

He panted rolling onto his back. Wincing at the mess he had left behind. The mess he looked down on as he watched as his cock slowly softened.

His room smelt like sex.

It smelt like you.