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Etho is content.
The evening sun is a rosy glow behind his eyelids; the air is cool on his bare skin. There’s an arm around his waist, holding him safe and secure, and another stroking his back— blunt nails running down his spine, to the base of his tail and back up again, scritching at the nape of his neck. Rhythmic motion, predictable, soothing… he sinks into the feeling, arms draped around sturdy shoulders, face nuzzled into the curve of a warm neck. There are voices in the room, too… distant and indistinct, pleasant, lulling drone. He’s not sure how long he’s been here, doesn’t linger on the question… doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s warm, and safe, and comfortable, and… full.
He shifts his backside where it meets Keralis’ lap, whimpers softly against his skin at the feeling of friction inside him… of cotton grazing his flushed erection where it rests untouched against Keralis’ stomach. The nails become a flat palm, rubbing slow circles into his back, and Keralis is crooning, shushing him, soft and sweet; his whine peters out, hips settle, and he’s rubbed and soothed until he’s boneless again.
He drifts in and out of a light doze as voices filter through the haze.
“…complaint, you say?”
“Mmhmm,” Keralis hums, a pleasant vibration against Etho’s chest. “You see, I've had a recent… how do you call it… pest problem in my beautiful office. A Tactical Tickle problem, if you will.”
“You don’t say,” the other voice says with an unsteady chuckle. “I-I wouldn’t have known— it looks spotless in here as always, I can see my face in these floors!”
“Yes, well,” Keralis says, “nothing I couldn’t waste an afternoon cleaning up, of course.” He traces up Etho’s back, scratches beneath his shoulderblades; Etho sighs, nuzzles into him. “But you know, I’m chasing around these little guys, and I see the nametags, and I think… you know I don’t like to assume, make an ass out of you and me, but I think to myself… this looks like a certain pest relocation service!”
“What? No!” The voice is stilted, fumbling through laughter: “See— you’ve got it all backwards. Shade-E-E’s relocates pests out of your living space, not into it! Easy mix-up, I know… you’d be surprised how many people make that mistake!”
“Mm, I’m not so sure I would,” Keralis says. His hand is drifting lower now, brushing the dip of Etho’s waist. “‘Cause lately I hear from some other peoples too, that they’ve been receiving unwanted services.” It comes to rest at his hip, rubs slow circles there, and Etho shudders. “Just a day ago, did you know Brian found his Barge filled to bursting with free glass— or gloss, it was? And he never even subscribe!”
“No…”
“Mmhmm, all over the server, these things happen!” It drifts lower still, down to his inner thigh, stroking along the flushed skin— near the apex, not quite touching. Etho is trembling now, trying not to squirm. He has to be good… he can sit pretty and quiet, he can be a good lapdog for Keralis, he can. “I tried to contact your employer about it, but I have no luck!” Keralis sighs. “Mister Shady-Etho’s… you know I love his face, but his customer service is just terrible.”
“Oh, just—” A pause, audible swallow. “—just terrible. I can’t believe what I’m hearing!”
“I suspect he might be having naptime on the job!”
“Well…” The voice takes on a grumbling edge. “...His office is filled with beds. You know he’s got twenty of ‘em in there?”
“Oh, Etho,” Keralis tuts with a shake of his head. Brushes a little closer, and Etho’s breath hitches. “Slacker, slacker. Laze-E-E’s!”
“And he’s just flauntin’ ‘em right in front of me! He knows I’m the sleep king, and I only got one bed in my office! I’m startin’ to think he doesn’t respect my title…”
“Well,” Keralis says, “sounds like this little issue is a management problem, then.” The pads of his fingers trace over Etho’s balls, rub the base of his shaft, and Etho bucks against him before he can stop himself— swallows a yelp at the friction against Keralis’ shirt. Keralis ignores him, continues: “You’re just a trainee, Bubbles, yes?”
Rustling; someone squirming in their chair. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“So these terrible, shady business moves… they are not your choices?”
“Oh, no, not at all. I— I’m shocked, to be honest. Nothing to do with it, hell, if I’d known, I’d’a given him a piece of my mind about it!”
Keralis sighs with relief. “Ahh, sweet music to my ears. I hope you would say that!” He pulls a trembling Etho into a hug, slumps against him. “I almost felt betrayed, you know… but my sweet, sweet innocent princess Bubbles would never do something as cruel as single me out for a promotional endermite infestation.”
“Mm.”
“And you wouldn’t lie to this face…” Keralis tightens his arms around Etho’s waist— “...right, princess?” —snaps his hips upward, aimed just right, and Etho can’t hold back the sound that escapes him at the spot he hits inside.
Another heavy swallow. “...Oh, wouldn’t dream of it.”
Etho feels dizzy. He wants to move, wants to bounce in Keralis’ lap and grind on his stomach; the stretch of his cock buried inside him, feather-light brush of cotton against his own hardness whenever he shifts is too much, too much. He needs to use his words, hasn’t spoken up in— he’s not sure how long… his voice comes out as a thin, quivering whine: “P...Papa K…please…”
“Hey!” Etho yelps as Keralis swats his behind with a flat hand. “What I say about interrupting the meeting? Naughty girl, naughty!”
Etho curls into him, whimpering; Keralis shakes his head, heaves a melodramatic sigh. “So sorry about him… I try my best to train him, but it just doesn’t sink in.”
“Oh, it’s—” The other voice is rushed, stammering. “—fine, it’s fine. Totally fine!”
Keralis chuckles. “Such a sweetheart, Bubbles…” He reaches up to scratch behind Etho’s ears, around the base of them, making him shiver. “Lucky for a naughty girl like you we have such a gracious guest, hmm?” Etho squeezes his eyes shut, nods against his neck.
Another sigh, and Keralis continues, somber: “But no, is all my fault, to be honest… he’s a little cranky-spanky because I told him he would get a treat if he was good all day, but there just hasn’t been a free moment.”
“A-ah, yes, of course.” A long pause; the sound of a throat clearing. “Well, in that case. Guess I oughta head—”
“Nonono,” Keralis interjects, “you stay your little butt right there, princess.” He cants up once again, watches Etho hiccup as he bounces. “I think this matter is just about wrapped up between us… and they say the present is a gift, yes?” He smiles sugar-sweet across the table. “How would you like to give our pretty doggy his bone?”
“Oh, ah—” A cough, and the voice is sputtering. “—yes, oh, yes, of course!”
Keralis giggles. “You are just adorable.” He takes Etho’s woozy face in his hands, then, pinches his pink-flushed cheeks as Etho blinks, struggles to focus his vision on him. “Hear that, puppy? Happy face, no more tears! Our lovely guest says he wants to treat you!”
Then he wraps his arms around Etho’s waist— “Okay, upsy-daisy!” —and suddenly he’s standing, lifting Etho with him, and then Etho is empty. He whimpers at the loss, eyes screwed shut and hole clenching on nothing as he’s deposited onto the sturdy oaken desk, pushed forward until his head nearly hangs off the other side. The polished wood is cool against his feverish cheek; he slides his arms forward to grip the edge, bucks futilely into the empty air beneath the desk.
Keralis’ fingers thread through his hair, then, grazing along his scalp. He sighs, relaxes… but before he can lose himself to the touch, his head is being tugged back, lifted, another hand sliding along his jaw to prop up his chin. He follows the motion, dazed; opens bleary eyes and blinks in the dim evening light.
Pink fabric; shorts… there’s someone standing by the desk, by his head. His gaze trails upward: pink shirt buttons, a bobbing throat, and then a face. A man is looking down at him, tanned cheeks flushed scarlet, dark eyes shaded by the brim of a matching pink cap.
The image itches at something in Etho’s mind. Etho knows this man, he’s sure he does… flounders for the name, can’t quite place it. Where did it go…?
Then the hand in his hair is scratching lightly, and the itch dissipates, thoughts going fuzzy. It’s fine, doesn’t matter… this is someone good, someone he likes, it’s good that he’s here. Etho blinks up at him, languid and adoring.
His gaze stays on the man as Keralis taps at his cheek, gently coaxing. “Okay, pretty Etho, open says-a-me!” He opens his mouth on command, lolls out his tongue. “There we go,” Keralis coos, “clever girl!”
The man swallows, hard. “Oh,” he breathes, “so you do mean—”
“Mmhmm!” Keralis’ thumb strokes along Etho’s cheek. “Think of it as, mm, an apology gift for my unfair assumptions.”
“...Is he really…? I mean, does he—”
“Of course!” Keralis giggles. “Don’t worry your sweet face about him, he loves it!” The thumb slides into Etho’s mouth, presses down on his tongue, and he whines deep in his throat, bucks again. “You see?”
“Fuck…” comes the man’s choked exhale— and then he’s fumbling with his shorts, soft rustling cut by the sharp sound of a zipper as he pulls himself out. He’s fully hard already, hands practically shaking as he takes hold of Etho’s hair from Keralis and lines himself up with Etho’s waiting tongue.
Etho lets his jaw go slack as Keralis’ thumb retreats and the man pushes in.
He’s warm and heavy in Etho’s mouth; the heft settles his mind, and he moans with something like relief, closing around the length of him to relish the feeling… laves along the underside, tasting. The man curses again, breathless, and then he’s rutting against Etho’s tongue in quick, shallow thrusts, already desperate.
Etho can feel his eyelids drooping, fights to keep them open as the rhythmic motion lulls him and his consciousness threatens to drift. He doesn’t…doesn’t want to drift off here. He wants to see. The man’s gaze is fixed on him, lidded and unfocused, pupils blown wide… thin sheen of sweat on his red-flushed face, dark curls bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts, threatening to fall into his eyes, lips parted and chest heaving and he’s pretty, so pretty—
But it’s— too shallow, not enough, not enough. Etho flexes his fingers against the edge of the desk, wants to tug himself forward and take the man deeper, but his limbs feel like jelly at his sides— so he just whines around him, thin and pitiful, hopes he understands.
The sound of Keralis tutting floats from somewhere behind him. “Whiny, whiny girl, so noisy… puppy still wants more, hmhmm? Bubbles’ bone not big enough for greedy Etho?”
“H- hey!” the pretty man — Bubbles, was it…? — snaps, or tries to, his lack of breath betraying him. “My bone’s plenty—” He stutters as he thrusts. “—plenty big!”
“Ahh,” Keralis says knowingly, “so it's how you use it?”
“Yeah, that's—” He blinks, sputters as Keralis giggles. “—wait, no!”
The sound of their bickering above his head blurs into noise as Etho watches Bubbles’ pretty lips form the words, mesmerized. Gaze fixated and mouth pleasantly full, he barely registers the feeling of broad palms groping at his ass, thick thumbs spreading him open, the blunt press of a wet cockhead against his rim— but it’s all the warning he gets before Keralis pushes back in unceremoniously, sinks to the hilt in one slick slide. The smack of his hips against Etho’s backside drives Etho forward on the desk with a yelp until his nose hits Bubbles’ pelvis and the cock in his mouth hits the back of his throat, and Bubbles groans, long and low. His hands fist in Etho’s hair, and he grinds into him, balls snug against his chin— and then Keralis is moving, one hand gripping his hip, the other flat against the small of his back to keep him in place as he pulls back and drives in again, and Etho sees stars as he’s suddenly being fucked from both ends.
He keens, leaking cock bobbing beneath the desk as he scrabbles at the smooth floor to try and push back against Keralis’ hips, feel him deeper. Bubbles’ restraint is fading fast; he plants one foot on his chair for a better angle, one hand on the desk for balance, grips Etho’s hair tight with the other and fucks his mouth with reckless desperation— and Keralis is hot and thick inside him, sweet friction he's been denied all day, and Etho is floating. His eyelids are fluttering; he struggles to keep them open, feels himself losing. The feeling of being stretched and used and so, so full fills up his brain, crowding out his other senses, and he really is slipping now, fading in and out as the blissful fog rolls in. His eyes drift closed.
Deep in his haze, he doesn’t notice Bubbles’ thrusts turning sloppy, his breath quickening, ragged voice babbling out curses and nonsense— until he suddenly buries himself to the hilt, pulls Etho’s face tight flush against him with both hands as his hips stutter and stop and his cock throbs in Etho’s mouth and he’s groaning out Etho’s name as he pumps his labors hot down his throat.
For a moment, Etho’s mind goes blank.
—and then Bubbles is pulling out, and his senses return with a wave of dizziness. He gasps and coughs, swallows hard and coughs again, feels warm cum dripping from the corners of his mouth.
He licks it from his lips, dazed… then feels the sudden devastation wash over him. No, no, he missed it, he didn’t get to see… he lets out a mournful sound, butts his forehead against Bubbles’ stomach where he leans over him against the desk— panting heavy, hanging limp and dripping out of his shorts.
He hears a deep sigh fade into a breathy chuckle above him. “Oh, Etho…”
Moving lazily, Bubbles kneels down to meet him at eye-level, cups his cheeks with both hands. He looks flushed, sweaty, sated… those dark eyes warm with affection. “Oh, sweetheart… sorry ‘bout that. You just look so pretty like this, how’s a guy s’posed to help himself…?” He scratches behind Etho’s jaw, up to the base of his ears, smiling dopey and adoring as Etho leans into the touch. “C’mon, baby, almost done… can you be good a little longer for us?”
Etho nods.
“Good boy,” Bubbles murmurs, and leans in and kisses him.
Etho whines softly, parts his lips as Bubbles licks into his mouth, tasting himself there, and lets himself fall limp. He lays like a ragdoll with his face cupped between tender hands and Bubbles’ tongue behind his teeth as Keralis grips him by both hips and picks up his pace, chasing his own end. He’s laughing lightly, saying something that blurs to noise in Etho’s ears as he tugs Etho’s hips higher and folds over his back to fuck him hard and proper into the desk, sliding Etho’s bare belly back and forth against the smooth surface. And then he’s fumbling over the pretty words, biting out obscenities— and lets out a long, indulgent groan as he hilts himself hard with a loud smack to Etho’s backside, the length of him pulsing deep inside as he pumps Etho full.
Etho whimpers with relief at the feeling of Keralis spilling inside him, the sound muffled against Bubbles’ lips… but it doesn’t last long; he’s suddenly more aware than ever of his own neglected need as Keralis stays buried soft inside him for a long, drawn-out moment. He’s stroking Etho’s twitchy hips, murmuring lewd praises through drunken giggles, and Etho is mewling and wriggling in his grasp as he slides lazily in and out, watching his spend spill out and fucking it back inside. Etho whines imploringly at him, grinding back, trembling and desperate—
—and then Keralis’ hand is finally, finally on his cock, pumping him quick, and it’s barely a moment before Etho’s hips are bucking and he’s moaning into Bubbles’ mouth, spilling his need on the shiny diamond floor.
As the high fades, fatigue washes over him like a tide; he collapses in a puddle on the desk.
Darkness encroaches on the edges of his mind… eyes finally, blissfully closed. He can feel Keralis dripping down his thighs, still taste Bubbles on his tongue; his tail wags lazily between his dangling legs. Their voices are crooning out praises above him, and there’s a hand petting his hair, another rubbing his back, but he’s already slipping…
He feels someone press a soft kiss to his forehead; he sighs, contentment settling deep in his bones, and he’s out like a light.