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Light footsteps emerged from the bathroom as a familiar, tall form came into view for the fast food worker. 

"Ah, how was the showe-" Gil cut his sentence off short. He noticed the oversized shirt Phobos was wearing almost immediately. Almost. "Uh- why're ya wearin' one of my work shirts ?" And are ya even wearin' anythin' under that ? Gil also wanted to ask but he refrained. Then again ... something about his partner wearing his shirt made him feel... amused. 

A smirk graced Phobos' lips and he cocked his head up a tad in a teasing manner. 

"Why, am I not allowed to wear my boyfriend's clothes ?" He replied, the question sounding rhetoric. 

"I ain't got a problem with that, sugar, but why my work shirt specifically ?" Gil rose an eyebrow, watching as his partner sat himself right between his legs, even though there was plenty of space on the sofa next to him. Whatever suits the Lord's tastes. The smell of freshly washed hair almost caught Gil off. Ah, it made him a bit giddy to know that the shampoo he uses on himself is now on Phobos too. It solidified the fact that they are a couple, sharing each other's things and such. However, thrown into the mix of the shampoo aroma, there was also a hint of ... grease ? 

"It was the closest shirt there. It was right on the bed." Phobos settled himself more into Gil, slouching into the warmth of his stomach. Well, that explains it. 

"I wore that shirt today ! I haven't washed that one yet, it's dirty 'n smells o' grease. Ya might as well get another one, pumpkin." Gil huffed, allowing his big fingers to run through his partner's long, silky, black hair absentmindedly. It always amazed him how Phobos kept his hair in mint condition. How he kept all of himself in mint condition. It must be hard work, he thought. Then again, anything that looks difficult to accomplish in a normal person's eye is done swiftly and easily by Phobos. Gil huffed again a little at the thought of how he managed to even bag this guy. He was a lucky one, that's for true. 

"This one has the scent of you still on it, I am not taking it off." Phobos stated in a fairly stern tone. If Gil knew anything about the director is that anything he says in that tone is final. No questions, no doubts. "Besides," Phobos backed himself into Gil a bit more, his ass pressing against something hard.

He found it.

Well, he was gonna find it sooner or later. "I don't think you want me to take it off, do you ?" He turned his head back a little to flash that teasing smirk at Gil again, the hair in front of his face framing him so gorgeously. Gil gasped, the hand running fingers through Phobos' hair stilled. There was no point in hiding it, actually he wasn't hiding it at all and yet he was still embarrassed by the situation. "If you don't wish to do it tonight, that's fine." Phobos spoke up again, turning his head back and shuffling himself forward. Well, before Gil pulled him back, that is. 

"N-No, I'd like to... please ?" Gil rested his chin on his boyfriend's broad shoulder. He felt Phobos' body shake a little and then came that sweet chuckle, honey-coated, that filled his ears. 

"I'm all yours." Phobos invited, grabbing onto both of Gil's wrists and placing his big hands atop the area between his legs. Ah, so he was wearing something underneath. Just boxers, but mystery solved. The cloth was thin, Gil could feel the heat through it. He started palming his hand against the bulge, earning a few gasps from Phobos. While that hand was busy down there, Gil decided to roam his hand up his partner's well sculpted stomach and stopping at his pec. It was soft and supple to the touch, a few cracks due to the scars but other than that, perfection. Gil pinched and pulled at the nipple, causing the man between his legs to jolt and arch his back a little from the sensation. A couple minutes went by of Gil playing and toying with those regions and Phobos was aching for more. His hard cock was still trapped in the thin boxers, waiting to be freed. "Ahh, darling... take the boxers off already..." He muttered, placing his hand on top of Gil's, the one palming his nether regions. 

"Feelin' impatient, sugarcube, hm ?" Gil gave in and did what his partner waited for, throwing the black cloth Maker knows where. The cool air hitting his hot flesh made Phobos suck in a breath through his teeth. Finally. "Look at that, all hard 'cause of me, arent'cha ?" Gil remarked, Phobos couldn't see it but he knew he said that with a smile. 

"I can say the same for you." Phobos jabbed back at him, shifting his body to the side a little just so his hand could pull down Gil's pants and boxers, his hard, girthy cock springing free. 

"Whoa-!" Gil was a bit taken aback at the suddenness while Phobos just hummed, eyeing the package with a hungry eye. 

"All hard because of me. All because I wore your shirt." He captured the cock in his hand and began to stroke it up and down in a slow pattern, amused at how the foreskin revealed the slippery head when pulled down. Now it was Gil's turn to breathe out gasps and moans due to the pleasure his partner is giving. But before Phobos could revel more into Gil's lovely face in the moment, he felt Gil's thumb slick itself back and forth on the slit of his cock's head. "Haa...!" He always tried his best to restrict his moans, because he knows how loud he can get. He would surely get loud tonight as well. After a few seconds, Gil stopped moving his hand and instead brought two fingers up to Phobos' lips. Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth up for the fingers to enter. Phobos rolled his tongue between the digits, completely coating them in saliva. Gil noted the occasional collision between his fingers and his partner's spherical tongue piercing. 

When he thought it was enough, Gil pulled his thick fingers out, a string of saliva that pinched thin in the middle connected the fingers and Phobos' tongue. "Spread those legs a bit wider for me, starlight." Gil patted his free hand on Phobos' thigh, watching as he obliged and they splayed wider. Gil started with one, pressing and prodding it on the sensitive ring of muscle before slowly pushing it further. Phobos tensed up a little but tried to relax, his claws gripping onto Gil's forearms to ground himself. Even though it was just one finger, he felt full. But he could be fuller, until there's a visible bump up to his naval. The thought made him shiver in arousal. Then came the second, it intruded after the first one was heartily welcomed and after it was pushed fully in, the muscle felt tighter. Gil's fingers weren't particularly long or anything, but they were thick. It just took a bit of time to hit the spot that made his boyfriend moan and squirm under him. 

Gil set up a rhythmic pattern of pushing his digits in and out, a moderate speed just so his partner can get used to the feeling. The breaths that huffed out from Phobos' mouth were hot, they could almost class as steam. There was a disturbance in his breathing however when Gil picked up the pace, earning a slight mewl. Gil would have never thought or dreamed that he would see the director in this state. All because of his touches, his own doings, he makes those sweet, sweet noises with that luscious voice of his. Before they were together, all Gil heard from Phobos were stern commands directed towards the people of Nexus City through the TV. Now he's here, with him, trying to catch as much air as he can while Gil's thick digits intrude inside of him. The GO3LM now had an urge to see his boyfriend absolutely destroyed because of him. The thought made his fingers move faster, at a brutal pace, one that took Phobos a few seconds to get used to. 

"Ahh...! G-Gil-!" 

The red claws of Phobos' fingertips dug deeper into Gil's soft flesh which would surely leave a mark. His back arched further and his head nestled between his boyfriend's neck and shoulder. A pearl of precum emerged from the slit of his cock's head which caught Gil's eye. His other hand reached over to capture the lengthy cock in his grip and again, his thumb pressed against the slit, breaking the pearl into a sticky, clear puddle. Gil circled the precum all around the tip of the cock, hearing Phobos whimper a lot louder than before. He continued, moving his fist up and down the shaft and feeling his boyfriend squirm under him. The attention to both his cock and his hole could have driven Phobos crazy but he relished in the feeling, biting into the heel of his hand with his sharp teeth to hopefully drown out most of the sounds he was making. "F-Fuuck, Maker... don't stop...!" He cursed through desperate pants. 

Just as he was about to reach his high, Phobos suddenly felt empty. The thick digits were pulled out of him and his cock, soaked in precum, was given no more friction. He turned back to scowl at his partner, to which Gil just chuckled heartily, giving Phobos a quick peck on the lips. "Don't look at me like that now, sugar. I need some action too, y'know." Gil lifted Phobos on his lap, his cock brushing against the stretched hole. It wasn't angled perfectly so Phobos had to rise and press the tip on his ass, teasing its entry on the now red muscle. He brought his hips down slowly, hearing Gil suck in a breath through his teeth at the heat and feeling his big, strong hands grip on his waist. Phobos breathed steadily as the thick muscle penetrated further inside him. He placed a hand on his stomach. It was almost up to his bellybutton. Phobos felt a wave of electricity hit him as he jolted and arched his back. A loud moan jumped out of his mouth in that moment and his legs quivered. He noticed Gil's tightened grip on him and how he felt fuller now. Every bit of Gil's cock, right up to the base, was inside Phobos. "Gosh... you're still so tight even after I fingered you..." Gil huffed, licking his dry lips to then give soft, sultry kisses along his boyfriend's neck and shoulder. "When you're ready, ya can start movin', sugarcube." 

After hearing that, Phobos nodded, even if he still needed a bit more time to gather himself. Despite that, he wanted that wave of electricity to strike him again so he lifted his hips up, up to where the tip of Gil's cock was and immediately slammed himself back down, squirming and wailing at how the head oh so perfectly pushed against his prostate. It was euphoric. Addictive. And Phobos wanted more and more of it. What else could one expect from such a greedy man ? Up and down he went, bouncing on his boyfriend's delicious cock, all the while Phobos was mewling, drooling, clawing at Gil's arms until there were beads of red, and whining like a bitch in heat. An absolute mess of a whore. At one point, Gil grabbed Phobos' chin and proceeded to have a short but messy, and desperate, makeout session. Tongues clashed and relished in their individual tastes, the spherical piercing collided against teeth which made a slight *klink* sound everytime, hot, needy breaths meld into one, it all combined together in this moment. 

They were both so close, so so close ... but they just needed an extra something to get them to their highest. With one hand, Gil laced his fingers with his partner's slender ones while the other quickly pumped itself on Phobos' aching cock. That was it. That was the breaking point for him. It felt like glass being shattered on the ground, leaving only shards behind. He cracked and his vision turned white. With a few stuttery moans, a hunched back and a crossing of thighs, Phobos came, the spurts of white staining Gil's shirt (r.i.p.) and his thigh. He didn't have much time to take a breath right after as he felt Gil press himself against him tighter and a sudden hotness coating his insides. The hands that they laced together loosened and they just rested there for a few seconds, panting and basking in the afterglow. Phobos eventually plopped his head on Gil's shoulder, earning a chuckle from the bigger man and a kiss on the cheek. 

"You did so well, starlight." Gil whispered, pecking more kisses on his partner's face. There was a bit of heat erupting from Phobos' cheeks due to that compliment. "C'mon, let's get ourselves cleaned up 'n we can have dinner." Gil said and Phobos hummed in response, slowly lifting himself off of Gil's lap. After looking down, he realised. 

"Oh." 

"Hm ? What's wrong ?" 

"I came on your shirt."