#z.cleo

The minutes tick by slowly as Scar waits for Grian and Gem to find all the hermits hiding away for Hermit Master. It's simple really - the last one to be discovered gets the most points. Potentially bonus points if the hiding place is amusing enough. However, a few elected to hide away under tables or desks, hoping their particular spot would evade scrutiny. Cleo also chose a desk - specifically they decided to hide under Scar's. So now here he is, trying to make small talk with Jimmy, Cub and Zed as they waited. But he can't concentrate. This is something he's fantasized about for a long time. Some gorgeous thing sitting under his desk playing with him, licking, sucking and distracting him as he tries to work, looking up at him with a mischievous gaze.

With some horror, he can feel his body respond to how tantalizingly close they are, his cock straining against his trousers. They're so close in fact, he can feel them shift subtly, brushing up against his legs. This is only proving to make things worse, pulling his attention to them, their position, and driving his thoughts to filth. He can't let them see how hard he's getting. He'd never live it down. In a movement Scar hopes is casual, he rests an arm on top of his lap, praying they haven't noticed. There's a short lull in conversation as Cub yawns, and Scar can hear an amused huff from beneath the desk. His little ruse didn't work. Feeling humiliation set in, he's incredibly thankful that he's wearing a mask. God knows what expression is on his face right now.

Then he feels a hand squeeze his thigh and Scar inhales sharply in shock.

"You alright, mate?" Jimmy asks as he takes a swig from his can of soda.

"Y-Yeah, just wonderin', where Grian and Gem are!" Scar is acutely aware of his voice - it's a hair too high and far too strained.

Jimmy ignores any strange tone as he looks at the can with disgust. "Is this sugar free?"

Any further participation in this conversation is cut short as he feels a hand push his arm aside and tug at his fly in question. Scar can feel his heart hammer in his chest as he pulls his wheelchair further under the desk, parting his legs slightly. It isn't long before he hears another little amused sound from Cleo, followed by a slight pull as he feels his zip being undone slowly and silently.

This is an unbelievably bad idea. The only assurance that they won't be discovered is relying on others around him chattering away, and, more importantly, Grian taking his time due to his natural propensity for wanting to 'win'. But at the same time, he wants this so, so badly. It's a dream come true and he just can't resist. Scar moves his arm back to the desk in what he hopes is a clear signal. From Cleo's swift movements in taking him out of his boxers and into their hand, the signal was received loud and clear, and they're not going to waste any time.

There's some small movements against him as they get comfortable, then they take their hand away, briefly, before it returns slick with spit, gripping him firmly as they start to move. Scar couldn't be more thankful that he's well versed in keeping himself quiet as those artful hands send jolts of pleasure through him, caressing and stroking rhythmically. Unfortunately, Cleo seems to have taken his silence as a challenge, as he feels a long teasing lick to his tip. A groan attempts break free and expose him, but he strangles it with a shuddering sigh, eyes rolling back into his head.

"Mate, are you sure you're alright?"

"J-Just rolling my eyes at you, Jim."

"Oh." Mild confusion forms on Jimmy's face as he wonders what he did to deserve it.

Turning his face away, Scar hopes the man doesn't ask any more questions as he no longer has any idea what they're talking about anymore. Keeping his composure is becoming increasingly difficult as he can feel Cleo's lips encircle the tip, their hand working quickly, bringing him closer to the edge.

A small surge of panic rushes through him. What if they get caught? Part of him is terrified, while another part is deeply excited by the idea... and he doesn't know which has him teetering on the brink. Leaning his elbow on the desk, he brings a hand to his face, shielding his eyes in an attempt to hide any further reactions. The other hermits around him are happily talking away, and Scar hopes and prays that the chatter masks any subtle noises Cleo makes.

Their mouth is sinfully good, swirling, sucking, licking as they continue to stroke. None of his fantasies ever came close to this. It's almost unfair how easily they're taking him apart. He tenses, an attempt to keep himself still as Cleo takes him in as deeply as they can in their position. They know he's close. All it takes is one particularly cruel swirl of their tongue just beneath the head, and he falls apart, spilling into their mouth as his legs shiver. Their mouth moves, soft and wicked, tongue pressed against his length as they swallow his spend. Any and all effort to keep himself quiet finally evaporates as a deep groan breaks free, his orgasm continuing to ripple through him.

"What? It wasn't that bad of a joke..." Jimmy pouts before looking over his shoulder. Something outside the room has caught his attention.

"Oh, I think they're coming this way... act natural everyone!" Cub resumes talking to Jimmy and Zedaph, in order to keep their cover.

Scar can feel his heart in his throat. They're seconds away from being discovered. He's not the only one panicking, as trembling hands tuck his softening dick carefully back into his trousers. In order to further hide their actions, Scar pulls a nearby flight helmet bag close to him, draping it over the desk to cover his lap. Cub pats his back, seemingly pleased at Scars idea to help hide Cleo some more.

Not even a minute later, Gem and Grian stride in, radiating confidence, with pleased smiles on their faces.

"Scar, you are hiding a hermit!" Gem announces, her voice laced with a laugh.

Grian is chuckling as he confirms Gems suspicions, "I see someone!"

Walking to Scars side, Grian looks down beneath the desk. Scar's gaze follows his with some trepidation, and there they are, as innocent as can be. Legs crossed, mask in place as though they hadn't just sucked his soul out. As the others walk away, intending to find some more hermits, Cleo's gaze shifts to Scar, a mischievous twinkle in their eye.

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May edit more of this later. I always look back and notice SOMETHING doesn't flow nicely or doesn't sound right.

Not too familiar with Jimmy, but from what I know, he can be adorably oblivious on occasion, and it just felt perfect to use here!

"You've been cheeky all night, Scar. Why are you so quiet now?"

"I-I wasn't cheeky... I just..." Scar's voice trails off as Cleo climbs onto the bed, their thighs either side of his hips. Scar's hands are immediately on them, caressing their hips, running his hands up and down their curves. It's not long before they can feel Scar gently try and coax them forward, just so they're over his cock, already hard and twitching. They haven't even started yet and he's already an adorable needy mess. They can't wait to ruin him.

"Do you want to fuck me Scar?"

Scar nods enthusiastically as he slides his hands down to their thighs.

"Would you like to fill me up? Come inside?"

His eyes flutter closed as his hands grip the fabric of their skirt tightly. "Please..."

Very polite of him. Cleo almost considers it. They lean forward and caress his face gently, "No".

Scar's eyes snap open, his face the very picture of shock. Cleo just smiles as they continue to stroke his face. "I think I'd rather fuck you instead." They swiftly dismount him as they dig a few objects out of their suitcase before showing him exactly what they mean. It's their strap on and a bottle of lube. Scar was blushing before, but his face flushes deeper as his eyes flick between both of Cleos hands. "Only if you want, of course." They wait patiently, observing the gears spin in his head. Cleo knows what the answer is going to be. He couldn't exactly hide how his cock jumped at the suggestion.

"Uhm... yeah..."

"'Yeah'? 'Yeah' what, Scar? Come on, Romeo, you were all talk before. What do you want?"

A soft whimper falls from him which he tries to, poorly, hide with a clearing of the throat. "I.. I want you to.. t-to fuck me." A pause. "Please."

"That's nice. Fuck you with what?" Cleo smiles sweetly at him.

"Your uh... Uhm... your cock."

Cleo could feel arousal melt in the pit of their stomach. "Good. Now put that sentence together and ask again."

Scars flush deepens, "Please fuck me with your cock."

A satisfied smile spreads across Cleos face. "Oh very good. Good boy."

A strangled sound escapes Scar as his head flops back against the sheets, hands flying to his face in embarrassment. Cleo quickly removes their skirt and fits the strap as they gaze at him. He's being far too endearing - he's clearly inexperienced with something like this. They decide to go slowly. If he wants anything more he can ask. He's already shown them that he's very good at that.

Cleo clambers onto the bed once more, but this time manhandling his legs into position either side of them. Scar moans softly as they move him. Interesting. Likes being pushed around does he? They'd have to be careful with him of course, but they can certainly try to incorporate more of that later. But then Cleo falters. They're so used to having partners who had already prepped themselves, that they had forgotten. How utterly embarrassing. Hands on hips, they look down at Scar apologetically.

"I'm sorry Scar, you also need to prep for this. But we could also-"

"Y-you don't need to worry about that."

Blinking in surprise, Cleo looks down at Scar who is biting his lip in embarrassment. Their eyes flick down lower. They hadn't noticed at the time while they were divesting him of his clothes, but Scar had obviously taken great pains to be 'presentable'. Amongst other things. A wicked smile spreads across their face.

"Well, now I know why you were so terribly flirty. You could have just asked you know." Curiosity tickles at Cleos brain. "Have you done this before, Scar?"

Swallowing nervously, he plucks idly at the towel beneath him. "Um. No."

They believe him. Scars legs twitch as he gazes at Cleo - he's not used to being so open and exposed. It's up to them to make sure he knows how good this can be. Cleo trails their fingers up the insides of his thighs and across the base of his cock. His breath hitches as he watches them intently. Then, slowly, they trail their fingers down the ridge of his cock, over his balls and down to the sensitive patch of skin beneath. Stroking it, Cleo can see his eyes have closed, savoring the feeling.

"Feel good?"

His head nods as he groans. Taking their hand away, they lube up the strap and begin to massage the area again with the head. Scar notices the difference of sensation and opens his eyes, a gutteral sound escaping him as he sees what they're rubbing him with. They massage lower down, teasing his hole which only serves to make his moans keen and higher in pitch. The strap isn't too girthy, and they've used a lot of lube, so this shouldn't be too difficult for him.

"Do you want my cock inside you, Scar?"

A soft string of 'yes'es fall from him as his hands white knuckle the sheets. Cleo pushes gently and Scar grunts as the head breaches his entrance. They still, letting Scar get used to the sensation. His chest is heaving as he softly asks for more. Moving their hips, they decide to just work the head shallowly in him for the time being. It's not enough for any real pleasure, but Scar seems to be getting off on the promise of it alone, precome starting to drool from him.

Pushing further, Cleo sheaths half of the length within earning a pathetic whine. They decide that's enough for now as they start to slowly thrust into him. With how Scar was reacting, it would be easy to assume he was being fucked with something much bigger - lovely little broken noises with each thrust. It was making Cleo terribly wet to watch him cling onto them for dear life, eyes half lidded and suffused with lust. And he was taking it so well.

Cleo continues to go slowly for some time as they watch him carefully. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, groans becoming strained. He's growing impatient. Cleo knows that this isn't enough. But they want him to ask. Or beg. They're not picky. If he was going to be chatty all night, he was damn well going to use those vocal chords in the bedroom too.

After a frustrated huff, Scars hand leaves Cleos thigh and makes a movement to reach for his cock. They quickly grab his wrist and pull it away.

"No, Scar."

After casting a challenging look, he moves his other hand. They grab his other wrist just as easily.

"Oh dear. And I thought you were going to behave. Well, I know what to do about that." Cleo then ceases their thrusts earning a devastated look from Scar.

"No, no, no, please, I-I just needed-"

"A bit more stimulation?"

Scar nods eagerly.

"Well, there are other ways, Scar. But I want to have a good view of your cock. I want to see every little twitch and jump as I fuck you." They could feel Scar tremble as they hold his wrists securely in front of them. "But most of all, I want to see you make a mess of yourself when you come." A shuddering moan rattles out of him at the demand. "Now I'm going to put your hands on my hips and they better not leave." After placing his hands, Cleo tentatively releases his wrists and watches him closely. Scar blinks innocently at them. Not sensing anymore rebellion, their hands return to Scars sides and squeeze gently.

"You know, I don't think you need to be touched. I think you're perfectly capable of coming from just being fucked. I think... You just need to take a bit more of my cock."

Scars eyes widen, "There's more?"

Cleo bites back a laugh. He's too cute. "Of course. All you have to do... is ask for it. Do be explicit though, Scar."

Thankfully, this time, he's too desperate to be shy, "I need more of your cock inside me. Please. I-I need it."

Dutifully, Cleo obliges. He's panting as inch by inch, they slide the rest of the strap into him. By the time it bottoms out, Scar is incomprehensible, his hands trying to pull Cleos hips even closer.

"So greedy. If I knew this, I would have brought something bigger."

This pulls a pitiful whimper from him. Cleo one again stills inside him, letting him get accustomed to the feeling of being filled. His eyes are screwed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. Cleos eyes dart to the side of the bed where Scars wheelchair is, the back that carries his oxygen just in reach.

"Do you need anything, Scar?", they prompt gently.

"...need you to move." Scar grits out before appending a polite, and meek, 'please'.

Huffing out a laugh, Cleo obliges, "Since you asked so nicely." They pull their hips back slowly, almost drawing the entire shaft out before just as tortuously thrusting back in. Entranced, Scar watches them, a harsh breath shuddering out of him. Cleo continues these slow deep thrusts as they watch. His cock is twitching and bobbing, not from their movements, but from how damn good their strap is making him feel. It's an incredibly gratifying sight. They have fucked other hermits before, but there was something delicious watching this sweet man becoming so good and pliant for them.

"Look at yourself, Scar. Look how much you're enjoying this. Making a right mess of yourself aren't you?"

He whimpers as he gazes at his cock weeping desperately on his stomach.

"And keep looking. I want you to see how badly you needed this."

Cleo rolls their hips, pressing and massaging into the sweet spot inside him and his whimpers flow into long and drawn moans. What a wonderful sound. They repeat the motion again and again, faster this time. No words are coming from Scar anymore, just a string of the most ragged, broken sounds Cleos ever heard. They don't think they've heard someone let go this completely. The dear man is unraveling before them. He deserves a reward.

"You're being so good for me. I'm going to make you come now. Open your mouth."

Scars eyes are wide and scandalized. But he still eagerly opens his mouth. Realistically, Cleo knows that it's very unlikely that he'll get any in his mouth, but the idea of it is making Scar shiver with arousal and that was more than enough. A few more deep thrusts and his moans become more gutteral, his shivers intensifying into quakes as his orgasm hits. Rope after rope of come decorates his heaving chest before easing, becoming weaker and pooling on his stomach. Cleo continues to thrust languidly, making sure to milk every last drop from him. Nothing made it any further than his chest, but that was probably for the best. They had a plan for that lovely face. When Scar sags back onto the bed, relaxed and spent, they stroke his leg affectionately, patiently waiting for him to come to his senses.

"Good?"

Robbed of words, he simply gives a short nod. Slowly, Cleo withdraws from him and Scar cranes his neck forward to watch. Deciding to make a show of it for him, they slow further and tilt the strap slightly so they can drag the tip across the spot that had made him feel so good tonight. A breath shakes from him as his cock twitches weakly in the pool of his own spend. When they fully withdraw, they remove the strap and display it to him.

"Look at that. You did so well to take all that. Would you like a reward?"

"Yes...", his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good. You're going to eat me out." A soft string of 'thank you's fall from his lips as he tries to pull the towel from under him to clean himself off. "No, no, no. You can stay a mess for now." Scar quickly ceases his movements as Cleo places the strap aside and moves to the top of the bed, sinking down onto the pillows. They remove their briefs and spread their legs wide for him. Following their movements, Scar rolls onto his stomach, hands clutching the towel beneath him tightly as he stares up at their dripping entrance. His eyes are wide and darting over them, mouth slightly ajar, marvelling at the sight.

"Isn't this a wonderful reward, Scar?", Cleo coos.

"God, I - fuck. Yes."

Probably the last word they expected from the man, but they appreciate the compliment. Eyes locked firmly on his prize, Scar crawls forward, bringing his face so close to their clit, they could feel his warm breath.

"Mouth only. Your hands can roam anywhere else."

A soft sigh later he sinks into them, running his tongue over their folds, grabbing and squeezing their thighs. Scar is eager, kissing and licking at them as though it was the most wonderful thing he'd ever tasted. His tongue flicks at their entrance, sucks at their clit and laps at their wetness. It's so uncoordinated that it's more teasing than pleasurable, but fucking Scar had been such a turn on, it was still pushing them along regardless. It was sweet how little he knew about pleasuring someone else, but he had to learn.

Cleo threads their fingers into his hair and gently grabs a handful of soft locks. Scar immediately stills, eyes large, pleading and locked onto theirs.

"That's good Scar but I'm going to show what I really like. Would you like that?"

They could feel his breath fan over them as he whispers 'please' over and over. Without another word, they shove Scars mouth onto their clit. The movement isn't harsh, but it has just enough force behind it to punch a whimper out of him. They were right. He loves being thrown around.

"Move your tongue Scar. Rhythmically now."

He obeys without question, looking to them for approval as he moves his tongue over them. The licks are light against their clit, and Cleo could have very happily enjoyed that for some time, but they had a better idea. Something they could enjoy and something they suspected Scar would really enjoy. They consider him for a moment before pulling his head back.

"Very, very good. But I think I want to make a mess of that pretty face of yours."

A whine.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and make it flat for me."

Scar instantly complies, his fingers trembling as he grabs at the soft skin on Cleos hips. They pull his head back to their aching clit, holding him firmly in place and begins grinding carefully, gently against his tongue. A shudder rolls through Scar as he groans loudly.

"Aww. Do you like being used as my personal sex toy Scar?"

From their vantage point, they can just about see Scars hips moving against the soft towel beneath him. His arms stretch forward, sliding beneath their top, gently grabbing at their soft stomach, another kneading their chest. They can barely believe he's hard already. What a wonderful sight they get to come to.

"Imagine if people could see you now. So desperate to get off again, covered in your own come, being used by me."

Scar's eyes roll backwards, a chain of high pitched whines and whimpers escape him.

"Like that would you? People staring at you like this? Filthy, disgusting man."

Against their skin, they can feel Scars fingers twitch, his hips jerking as he chokes out a low quaking groan against their clit. Cleo can feel the reverberations against where they're most sensitive, a shiver running up their thighs from the feeling. And from the sight. He's come for them. Again. Another grind against his drooling mouth and their orgasm hits hard, opening clenching around nothing, clit throbbing on his hot tongue. Cleo chases their pleasure until they're spent, finally letting Scar free. His gaze is hooded and adoring as he slumps against their thigh. He'd been so, so very good.