Undefined Behaviour

He hisses when the goblin bucks into his hand - or moans, or curses. Hard to tell with how hot he feels all over.

“I say so. ’Cause you do, fairy.”

The words cut off when the other bites the corner of his mouth. Niragi gasps when those teeth move down his neck and jerks when he feels the cold touch again.

“Fucking look at you. Are you always this fucking slow?”

He turns his head far enough to nip at the other’s neck. Tries to, at least, but the goblin is already too far down. Niragi shoves his fingers into the loose hair tickling his skin instead and yanks his head back far enough to look at him properly.

The hiss coming from the other has an effect on the day goblin and makes him buck into his hand a second time.

He tries to get his breathing under control. Grinds his teeth together to keep from moaning when the goblin bites him, refuses to shy away from the cold fingers because they’re not going to get any warmer, and shoves the loose hair out of his face.

“I don’t like you, asshole.”

He’s about to explain exactly why. Right to his face, inches beneath those narrowed eyes, like the goblin knows so much fucking better.

Then the finger pushes inside him and Niragi forgets the rest.

For a second, he can’t breathe. Can’t decide whether it hurts or what the fuck he’s even feeling. His eyes squeeze shut and he turns his face into the cushion, a whine catching in his throat as he forces himself to breathe slowly again.

One arm comes up over his face.

Then the goblin does something with his finger and it feels good for half a second before there’s more, the burn returning sharp enough to drag another whine out of him. Niragi bites hard into his lower lip.

Cum pushes through the black lace in short spurts, catching in the pattern, shining against it, and Niragi’s mouth falls open while his hips keep moving behind Chishiya with no real direction left in them. Still fucking him through it because that’s what he’s supposed to do, because Chishiya is clenching around him and there’s no fucking way to stop, but all of it is happening somewhere far behind the sight in front of him.

“Fuck,” he groans, low in his throat.

His fingers return to Chishiya’s tip, touching where another pulse leaks through before rubbing it down over his cock, spreading it into the lace and along everything trapped beneath it. His mouth keeps working around nothing, breath coming hard, his own cock twitching inside Chishiya while his thrusts lose more and more of their rhythm.

He pulls his fingers from Chishiya’s mouth when Chishiya’s weight starts sagging into him, brings that arm around his chest and holds him upright almost absentmindedly.

Niragi still doesn’t look at his face. Can’t.

Right now, he can't focus on watching his own anymore, because he is reduced to just feeling and no thinking. The smaller male can still feel the other moving inside of him, his body clearly unwilling to stop shaking. Part of him could sense the lace pressing against his sensitive skin, causing him to twitch a few more times. Once again, moans and whimpers try to escape him around the other's finger, although they still don't make it out properly.

As his tip gets touched again, it twitches right away while he also clenches more around the militant's cock. He can also feel the rubbing motion, and it seems to make everything way more intense. And as the other twitches inside of him, the whimper can run freely over his lips because the fingers are pulled out of his mouth.

More sounds keep coming from him as the arm wrapping around him keeps him up. And only then does his body start to slowly calm down.

Once Niragi's hips almost come to a hold, Chishiya manages to come back from his high. His mind is still a bit hazy as he focuses on the mirror again. For a few heartbeats, he sees his fucked-out expression with his mouth still open before following the other's gaze down.

His arm tightens around him, holding him up in front of the mirror like Chishiya gets no say in collapsing yet.

“Should let you put your shorts back on and go find food like that.”

His fingers drag slowly over the lace, but he doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t let go. Doesn’t even pretend he’s finished.

“You need more than fucking thirty minutes to get your act together? ‘Cause what, nobody gave you a kiss on your booboos?”

The gel is cold on his palm, the smell sterile in a way that doesn’t fit any of this - a faint, intrusive ghost of a hospital corridor stuck between the sticky wallpaper and the nondescript beige of the couch, right beneath the smirk hovering over him. Niragi exhales a shaky, uneven breath when his hand is guided down, wrapping his fingers around the goblin’s cock. No fucking way that’s going to fit.

“More like you need some practice,” he grits out, breathless, squeezing his fingers as the glide turns smooth and the weight of him settles heavily into Niragi’s palm.

He snorts when the hair tie is plucked from his fingers and tossed away.

“‘Cause you can’t handle it,” he spits back as he's pushed higher up the cushion, making the itchy fabric drag rough against his skin. “What are you afraid of, huh, sunshine? That I don’t fucking like you anymore?”

His grin twists into something lopsided and mean, trying its absolute hardest to stay that way the second those cold fingers press against his entrance. He twitches away from the touch instinctively - because it’s fucking cold - jaw tight while he keeps the grin plastered across his face.

"It seems your mind is already starting to get hazy. For your information I won that fucking fight."

Of course, the day goblin thinks it's possible that the other keeps going at him verbally because he is, but that doesn't mean he will let him say whatever he pleases. He has to answer him, because he is very reactive by nature. Also, a back and forth might help the other him with being nervous too. He is sure he is right with his assumption as he hears the shaky breath after he guided his hand down. Once the other's fingers wrap around him, he allows a moan to slip.

He hisses when the goblin bucks into his hand - or moans, or curses. Hard to tell with how hot he feels all over.

“I say so. ’Cause you do, fairy.”

The words cut off when the other bites the corner of his mouth. Niragi gasps when those teeth move down his neck and jerks when he feels the cold touch again.

“Fucking look at you. Are you always this fucking slow?”

He turns his head far enough to nip at the other’s neck. Tries to, at least, but the goblin is already too far down. Niragi shoves his fingers into the loose hair tickling his skin instead and yanks his head back far enough to look at him properly.

He opens his eyes and glares up at him, spreading his legs anyway. A grunt slips out when the other catches hold of his hip.

“You clearly didn’t know how to help yourself, so it was rifle first, then that shit.”

His gaze drops to the packet in the goblin’s hand.

“Getting bossy now, sunshine, huh?”

He holds out his palm, the angle awkward as fuck while he’s lying down like this.

“That part of all this too? You finally grow the balls to tell me off for real?”

As his doubles glares up at him while spreading his legs anyway, the day goblin's lips curl up into a amused but breathless smirk. Meanwhile, the hand at the other's hip gave it a squeeze.

"I wasn't in the mood for a physical fight. I had one just about thirty minutes before you fucking showed up. Also, playing fair is boring."

“You need more than fucking thirty minutes to get your act together? ‘Cause what, nobody gave you a kiss on your booboos?”

The gel is cold on his palm, the smell sterile in a way that doesn’t fit any of this - a faint, intrusive ghost of a hospital corridor stuck between the sticky wallpaper and the nondescript beige of the couch, right beneath the smirk hovering over him. Niragi exhales a shaky, uneven breath when his hand is guided down, wrapping his fingers around the goblin’s cock. No fucking way that’s going to fit.

“More like you need some practice,” he grits out, breathless, squeezing his fingers as the glide turns smooth and the weight of him settles heavily into Niragi’s palm.

He snorts when the hair tie is plucked from his fingers and tossed away.

“‘Cause you can’t handle it,” he spits back as he's pushed higher up the cushion, making the itchy fabric drag rough against his skin. “What are you afraid of, huh, sunshine? That I don’t fucking like you anymore?”

His grin twists into something lopsided and mean, trying its absolute hardest to stay that way the second those cold fingers press against his entrance. He twitches away from the touch instinctively - because it’s fucking cold - jaw tight while he keeps the grin plastered across his face.

Except he’s not watching his face.

He catches him twitch in the corner of his eye, and his gaze is glued entirely too low before the moan that leaves him is fully out.

He moans again, voice rough, when Chishiya sucks on his fingers while he’s still not done staring, just feeling Chishiya’s tongue against his fingers, the wet heat of his mouth, his body moving with Niragi’s through every thrust, and he tries to glance up, check, but fuck it, he’s not doing that.

His hand leaves Chishiya’s hip and slides around to the front, palm pressing his cock flat against his stomach through the lace, keeping all of it trapped exactly where it is.

“You’re gonna come in them for me, pretty boy?” Niragi rasps against his ear.

His gaze wanders back up the moment he hears the taller male moan again, and he focuses again on sucking on the other's fingers. He flicks his tongue against them while his hips move back each time the other fucks into him.

More moans and whimpers want to escape the smaller male, but he can't get them out properly because the fingers in his mouth are muffling them.

Chishiya keeps watching his own reflection, witnessing his eyes getting more hazy with each thrust that causes his body to tremble. And as he then feels Niragi's palm pressing his cock flat against his stomach through the lace. And the sensation of it being trapped like this makes it twitch again.

The question coming from the militant makes his breath hitch in his throat. He can feel himself building up more and more. And the other's hot breath makes his pulse even quicker.

Chishiya whimpers helplessly as Niragi fucks into him harder, managing to hit his most sensitive over and over again. He is unable to answer, because his body is just able to take it, no thinking left.

His cock twitches once again as the fingers spread over the fabric of his panties. And as his tip gets teased, he tumbles over the edge. He releases inside the panties with his cock twitching. At the same time, his walls clench hard around the taller male.

Cum pushes through the black lace in short spurts, catching in the pattern, shining against it, and Niragi’s mouth falls open while his hips keep moving behind Chishiya with no real direction left in them. Still fucking him through it because that’s what he’s supposed to do, because Chishiya is clenching around him and there’s no fucking way to stop, but all of it is happening somewhere far behind the sight in front of him.

“Fuck,” he groans, low in his throat.

His fingers return to Chishiya’s tip, touching where another pulse leaks through before rubbing it down over his cock, spreading it into the lace and along everything trapped beneath it. His mouth keeps working around nothing, breath coming hard, his own cock twitching inside Chishiya while his thrusts lose more and more of their rhythm.

He pulls his fingers from Chishiya’s mouth when Chishiya’s weight starts sagging into him, brings that arm around his chest and holds him upright almost absentmindedly.

Niragi still doesn’t look at his face. Can’t.

“Fucking course we are.”

He tugs on the goblin’s balls, humming at their weight in his palm before the other’s hand draws a gasp out of him.

“’M not losing anything here, fairy.”

He pushes himself upright when the goblin tugs his pants farther down, mouth open around another uneven breath. When the other tells him to straddle him properly, Niragi gets up instead, unsteady, and kicks the pants off completely, hopping once when they catch around his foot.

He bends to snatch them up, keeping one eye on the goblin sprawled across the couch - the dried blood still caught at the corner of his mouth, those dark eyes fixed on him - and feels himself twitch again.

Fucking ridiculous. Too far away.

Niragi digs through one of the pockets and comes up with two sealed packets of medical lubricating jelly. Something he pocketed from the first-aid cabinet back at the shopping mall. Useful for boredom on long scavenging runs.

He throws them at the goblin.

“Don’t you fucking dare say a word.”

He puts one knee on the couch and braces a hand against the goblin’s shoulder, then climbs up with the other. Before he can settle over him, Niragi twists and pulls the goblin sideways with him, taking them both down across the cushions.

“Fuck-”

He opens his eyes and glares up at him, spreading his legs anyway. A grunt slips out when the other catches hold of his hip.

“You clearly didn’t know how to help yourself, so it was rifle first, then that shit.”

His gaze drops to the packet in the goblin’s hand.

“Getting bossy now, sunshine, huh?”

He holds out his palm, the angle awkward as fuck while he’s lying down like this.

“That part of all this too? You finally grow the balls to tell me off for real?”

“You wanna know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t pulled that fucking energy-draining shit?”

His hand slips lower, cupping the goblin’s balls. A whine catches in his throat at the feel of them, then another when the goblin’s thumb teases over his tip.

He bites into the goblin’s neck and sucks hard, pressing the barbell of his tongue piercing into the mark the moment he pulls away, licks his way back toward the goblin’s ear.

Niragi tries to bring his other hand down too, tries to get both of them around him, but he can’t manage it without losing his balance. He tips into the goblin’s shoulder instead, laughing breathlessly under his breath, heart racing.

“You’d be honest with yourself,” he says under his breath. “Supposedly good for you or some shit.”

He swallows. Twitches hard in the goblin’s hand. Shudders.

“Fucking course we are.”

He tugs on the goblin’s balls, humming at their weight in his palm before the other’s hand draws a gasp out of him.

“’M not losing anything here, fairy.”

He pushes himself upright when the goblin tugs his pants farther down, mouth open around another uneven breath. When the other tells him to straddle him properly, Niragi gets up instead, unsteady, and kicks the pants off completely, hopping once when they catch around his foot.

He bends to snatch them up, keeping one eye on the goblin sprawled across the couch - the dried blood still caught at the corner of his mouth, those dark eyes fixed on him - and feels himself twitch again.

Fucking ridiculous. Too far away.

Niragi digs through one of the pockets and comes up with two sealed packets of medical lubricating jelly. Something he pocketed from the first-aid cabinet back at the shopping mall. Useful for boredom on long scavenging runs.

He throws them at the goblin.

“Don’t you fucking dare say a word.”

He puts one knee on the couch and braces a hand against the goblin’s shoulder, then climbs up with the other. Before he can settle over him, Niragi twists and pulls the goblin sideways with him, taking them both down across the cushions.

“Fuck-”

“I would.”

He leans down and licks over the tongue the goblin sticks out at him, then trails his mouth along his jaw to his ear and bites.

“You’re doing it again,” he whispers.

Another flick of his wrist spreads the wetness down the goblin’s length.

“Being all fucking nice. Like some little fairy puppy. So damn cute.”

His mouth finds the goblin’s neck. The snort against his skin turns into a moan when the other’s hand moves over him, and Niragi crowds into the touch with a neediness that would be impossible to look at with any self-respect.

He manages to get out before the other's tongue touches his while he is still sticking it out. He then feels the other's mouth trail along his jaw to his ear. And as his ear gets bitten, the day goblin lets out another groan.

Niragi's eyes narrow immediately as he hears his double's words that are clearly meant to rile him up, even though the other can't see it. And the worst is that it's working.

“You wanna know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t pulled that fucking energy-draining shit?”

His hand slips lower, cupping the goblin’s balls. A whine catches in his throat at the feel of them, then another when the goblin’s thumb teases over his tip.

He bites into the goblin’s neck and sucks hard, pressing the barbell of his tongue piercing into the mark the moment he pulls away, licks his way back toward the goblin’s ear.

Niragi tries to bring his other hand down too, tries to get both of them around him, but he can’t manage it without losing his balance. He tips into the goblin’s shoulder instead, laughing breathlessly under his breath, heart racing.

“You’d be honest with yourself,” he says under his breath. “Supposedly good for you or some shit.”

He swallows. Twitches hard in the goblin’s hand. Shudders.

“Yeah, you totally lost that one.”

He catches the goblin’s lower lip between his teeth before sitting back far enough to meet his eyes. His hand draws slowly down the length of the goblin’s cock, then his palm smooths over the tip.

Niragi exhales sharply through his teeth at the wetness there. He swallows, clicks the piercing against his teeth and gives the goblin a smile that’s all false sweetness.

"I wouldn't go that fucking far."

He manages to reply and then groans again as his double's teeth catch his lower lip. As the other pulls back, he narrows his eyes at him. He then sticks his tongue out at the other just to provoke, in hopes of holding back the moans that he senses want to slip.

“I would.”

He leans down and licks over the tongue the goblin sticks out at him, then trails his mouth along his jaw to his ear and bites.

“You’re doing it again,” he whispers.

Another flick of his wrist spreads the wetness down the goblin’s length.

“Being all fucking nice. Like some little fairy puppy. So damn cute.”

His mouth finds the goblin’s neck. The snort against his skin turns into a moan when the other’s hand moves over him, and Niragi crowds into the touch with a neediness that would be impossible to look at with any self-respect.

He has only managed to drag the pants halfway down before the goblin’s cock is right there, and his eyes catch on it hard enough that he forgets what he was doing for a second.

Fuck.

The boots. Of course there are boots, and of course they’re in the way.

“Thought you’d insult me back properly,” he mutters, grabbing one and yanking it off, then the other with even less patience. He tosses both aside.

“Fucking fairy.”

The day goblin holds onto the couch harder to make sure that he won't slip onto the floor even though he doesn't exactly like the position he is in. But there is no way to switch it while the other is still busy getting rid of his pants.

“Yeah, you totally lost that one.”

He catches the goblin’s lower lip between his teeth before sitting back far enough to meet his eyes. His hand draws slowly down the length of the goblin’s cock, then his palm smooths over the tip.

Niragi exhales sharply through his teeth at the wetness there. He swallows, clicks the piercing against his teeth and gives the goblin a smile that’s all false sweetness.