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Florian
Watching a man in a maid outfit being chased by the clerk was certainly a sight he didn’t expect to see… ever, but it was rewarding to see the man whirl around to blast the hunter with a flare gun. This gave him the means to go off for the cipher closest to one of the exit gates, or more specifically, the man he knew would be at the far cipher near the gate. Florian prided himself on learning Matthias’ habits quite well, knowing he will always slink off on his own to do a cipher alone. Even if the team wasn’t splitting up to each do individual ciphers, Matthias wasn’t as fast as others when it came to decoding, so would find a lone one to not slow others down.
The two rarely were close in matches, mainly with Florian trying to save or act as an emergency kite if needed, and with Matthias only doing so as well near the end, it often meant they missed each other when they teamed up. That was fine with Florian as it just ensured he was raring to go once the match was over, dragging an annoyed Matthias to one of their rooms, preferably Flroian’s. He didn’t like how the puppet Louis always seemed to be giving the death stare at him despite its expression never actually changing.
Florian picked up the pace as he saw the tower of the cipher machine wiggling, rounding the corner and spotting the man working as fast as he could.
Matthias had looked over his shoulder upon hearing him, letting out a brief sigh of relief seeing it wasn’t the hunter. Florian looked around and spotted another way into the little area beside the one he came in, an entryway that had a broken pallet in it that faced the rest of the map. He deployed an airbag into it to hopefully delay the hunter if she comes for them. It won’t stop her of course, but it has made hunters either choose another route as the airbag does sort of limit their own options as well if only for a moment, or delay to pop it. Every second counted and he had a spare so he could always deploy it the other way while Matthias deflates the one in the passage and they can rush out that way if she decides to go the other way.
However, now that he got a good look at Matthias, suddenly tactics weren't on his mind anymore. No, not with the way Matthias’ pants clung to his behind, and the way he idly wiggled as he sent the occasional look around. Florian could feel himself starting to get hard, which was becoming a more common occurrence ever since he and Matthias started having fun. That's what it was, just fun between two men. It worked out well enough for both of them, no strings attached. Of course there was rules such as no kissing on the lips and no acting all lovey dovey in public, to avoid anyone thinking they were more than fuck buddies. That was fine with Florian, as he had no plans to act all sappy right now.
He moved up behind him and grabbed his waist, Matthias jumping at the contact. Florian grinned as he moved his hands down to feel his hips. “What are you doing?”
Ignoring him, Florian moved his hands down to feel his thighs, giving them a nice squeeze. “Florian!”
“Hm? Yes, Matti?” He asked as he felt the man up, pressing his face into the crook of his neck.
“Get off of me.” Matthias wiggled, but Florian held him in place. “Florian, this isn’t the time.”
Florian hummed then grabbed his ass, making the man yelp. Matthias whirled around and shoved him. He only laughed, grabbing him again and pressing their bodies close, his erection poking Matthias. The small gasp he heard only made his cock throb.
“Bastard… Cut it out.” He looked away, his pale face flushing.”
Florian ground their crotches together, groaning at the contact. “Come on, Matti. I’ll be quick.”
The moment he felt Matthias’ cock start to get hard, Florian turned him back around and wrapped his arms around him, his hand moving down to rub the erection. Matthias sighed as his hips bucked, Florian starting to unbuckle his belt. He kissed the puppeteer’s neck, feeling the rapid pulse and relishing in the gasp such a simple thing caused. Florian slipped his hand into the front of Matthias’ pants, stroking his cock through his underwear, grinning against his neck as he felt the tip was leaking already.
So many complaints yet he was so easy to get riled up.
“Be quick.”
The moment the words came out Florian was already tugging Matthias pants and underwear down, kicking his legs apart before fishing his cock out. Florian’s cock was already leaking, just as eager to get into that tight hole. It didn’t matter how many times he used Matthias, his hole was always tight. Licking his lips as he used his gloved hand to spread his cheeks, he stuck his fingers into his mouth to get them wet. Pushing Matthias until he was bent over the cipher, his lovely ass facing him, Florian pressed his fingers against the winking hole, pleased at the breath he sucked in, preparing for the insertion.
Then Florian pushed two of his fingers into him with a slow but persistent push. Matthias hissed and sent a glare over his shoulder as he was stretched just a bit too fast. Florian loved it when Matthias squirmed like he was, going onto his toes and wiggling, his body at odds with wanting to move away from the invading fingers making his hole burn, and wanting to push back and ride those fingers.
Florian pulled his fingers out to spit on the hole before going back to rapidly fingering him. Matthias reached back to grab for his wrist, but Florian just pushed it away. “We need to be quick, remember? Unless you want to be caught?”
Matthias whined, but just leaned over the cipher, resting his forehead against his arms. Florian grinned and fingered him until he was able to slip a third inside, feeling satisfied he got him stretched open. Enough to burn still, but not enough for there to be damage.
Reaching forward he pressed his fingers against Matthias’ soft lips. “Open.” With a sigh Matthias did and sucked on his fingers, his tongue swirling around each one, coating them in his spit. Florian was almost tempted to just shove Matthias on his knees and fuck his mouth instead.
If only they had enough time for both. Florian made a mental note to bring the puppeteer to his room for some relief before bed. “Enjoying sucking on fingers that were in your ass, whore?”
Matthias let his teeth graze his fingers in warning, so Florian chuckled as he pulled the spit covered digits out. Using the spit to wet his cock, mixing it with the precum, he rested the tip of his cock against Matthias’ hole. Florian sighed, feeling the heat coming from him, and started to push inside. As the head popped inside he moved his gloved hand to hold Matthias’ waist, the man lowering his head. Matthias bit onto his sleeve, whining as his asshole was stretched by the man’s cock, the familiar burn of stretching sure to make him ache in an infuriatingly arousing way later. Halfway in, Florian grabbed Matthias’ waist with both hands and pulled until his groin was pressed against the pert ass. He ground his cock inside him for a moment, loving the tight heat of his insides spasming around him. Squeezing around him as if to hurry him along, Matthias’ hole eager to milk his cock. Pulling back until only the head of his cock was inside, Florian slammed it inside, making Matthias gasp. Chewing his lip, Florian started to slide his cock in and out, watching the hold cling to his throbbing member as he set a fast pace. As exciting as it was, they did need to hurry.
Florian focused on the quick but decently soft slaps of his hips against Matthias’ ass, the man burying his face into his arms to try and stifle his moans and whines. Feeling his balls slap against Matthias’ own, he grinned and started to purposely angle his cock to miss the prostate, quite skilled at doing so. After a moment of these thrusts, Matthias looked over his shoulder, biting on his knuckles and gave him a pleading look, a hint of familiar irritation in his eye. Grinning, he gave Matthias’ ass a light slap, delighting in the shifting flesh, and the moan coming from the puppeteer, letting his hand squeeze a cheek. Matthias whined as he realized he wasn’t going to get much help, so he reached down to stroke his cock, sighing.
We can’t have that, now can we?
Florian smirked as he grabbed Matthias’ left leg and managed to free it from his pants and boot, placing it over his shoulder. Matthias being so flexible was such a treat, Florian able to bend him this way and that with no issue. Able to shove his cock deeper into the puppeteer was great, but the fact Matthias had to support himself with one hand while the other had to be used to stifle his moans was amazing. Matthias’ weeping cock flopped around, demanding attention that it won’t receive. Florian gritted his teeth as he soaked in the sight and noises, seeing the tears well up in Matthias’ eye, his cock twitching, knowing the puppeteer was enjoying the fucking, but not enough to get off. It was pushing Florian closer to his own release, his thrusts getting faster as fucked into the tight heat. Florian felt along Matthias’ body, taking care to pointedly get close but never touch his cock, the whines so worth the grumpy pouting he’ll get after. As his hands reached up to tug on a nipple, his hands touched the burn scars on the man’s body. Florian managed a few passes before Matthias realized where his hand was and pulled his hand away from his mouth to slap his hand away. Matthias wasn’t comfortable with Florian seeing his scars, much less touching them.
So Florian made him pay for it by slamming right into Matthias’ prostate, forcing a cry from him as he gave a few thrusts against the bundle of nerves. “Shit!” Matthias swore, clenching around his cock. “T-there! Again, Florian, please!”
Oh, his tearful pleas would sway any other man. Florian, on the other hand, just took the leg off his shoulder, letting Matthias bend over the cipher as he was before and started fucking him again. Matthias whined, nearly crying as Florian went back to ignoring the spots that he desperately wanted, no, needed to be hit.
“You’re being such a good boy, Matti.” The whine and clench of his asshole was heavenly.
Florian squeezed his ass as he planted his feet, slamming his cock in at blinding speed, the slaps of skin on skin getting louder, but he was too lost chasing his own orgasm to care. Matthias was lost in the sensations as well, not even trying to stifle his moans anymore as he got off on being used like a toy. To be useful, even as a hole for Florian to use as he liked. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared climax, Florian leaning over him as he kissed and nipped at Matthias’ neck. He managed to call him a good whore through his gritted teeth, because what sort of person would let a man fuck him like this in such a place? The “praise” earned him an extra tight hole to slam into. The sound of his moans and whines pushed him over the edge, Florian giving him a few more deep thrusts as his cock throbbed, spurting his cum into Matthias. Even as Florian stilled, painting his insides white, Matthias ground his ass back, squeezing around him to milk his cock dry and to try and get his cock to press against his neglected prostate.
Florian let him for a bit before slowly pulling out, his cock coming out with a wet pop. His hole twitched trying to close up, but unable to close completely. The sight always made Florian feel smug. Matthias let out a whimper at being empty, his hole leaking the man’s cum as there was nothing to keep it inside, the man being awfully cute when he was freshly fucked.
Like the very good boy he was, Matthias waited patiently (as much as he could in their situation) for Florian to give him a hand. It wasn’t the first time they had a quickie that led to out of sync orgasms, and usually Florian helped him get off, and Matthias would return the favor. Usually Florian would help, but today he wasn’t feeling as charitable.
It took a moment for Matthias to look back, seeing Florian rummaging through his pockets for a handkerchief to wipe himself off. “Florian…?”
“You can deal with that on your own, right?” He replied carelessly, pulling out the handkerchief to start wiping off his cock.
Florian missed the look of confusion morph into one of loathing. As he stuffed his cock away, Matthias invaded his space, the man backing up out of reflex to avoid blocking other survivors. That proved to be a mistake as Matthias snatched his inflator gun that had fallen to the ground. Florian barely got a chance to react before Matthis shot it right at his feet,
“Eh?”
The familiar sound of the airbag inflating was the only warning he had before he felt himself get slammed into the wall behind him. Getting dazed by the impact, it took him a bit to realize the impact counted as a hit, the mobility he normally had lost. Then the feeling of being pinned against the wall registered. Florian tried to wiggle his arms, his hands desperately searching for the spot to deflate the airbag, but with the way he was pinned, he couldn’t reach it or get a good enough grip.
M-Matti.” He called, hearing the man fixing his clothes. “Matti, can you deflate the airbag?” He could hear the cipher being decoded, and Florian wiggled. “Hey, I’ll help you out, okay?” There was a pause, but his hope disappeared as he heard the cipher pop, the alarm of the gate echoing across the area.
We were on the last cipher?!
Matthias appeared at the side, peering around the airbag. The man scoffed and turned, running away from him. Florian tried in vain to wiggle his arms free to deflate the airbag, even as Matthias abandoned him. He heard the exit gate open over the sound of his heartbeat, the sound distracting him from the sound of the wind up attack before the airbag popped, the man falling to his knees, not ready for the drop. He blinked, staring at shoes.
Slowly he looked up and met the very much not amused face of the Clerk, her eyes blazing red. “Uh, hi!”
The hit of her cane against the side of his head felt personal, and Florian was sure he didn’t deserve such abuse. He still felt victorious watching Matthias storm off with a little limp as soon as they were able, the faint wet spot on the seat of his pants just the cherry on top. Matthias will pout and complain after Florian teases him, but the man always comes back. Florian was sure he would do the same today as well even though this was the first time Matthias seemed this mad. The other survivors gave him an earful for costing them an easy tie, but Florian shrugged it off. One tried to calm things down, after all the survivors needed to work together. Sure, Florian will play nice in the matches, but what did he care about their feelings outside of it? Playing nice was easy for him though, having learned to lie till he himself believed it was an old trick now. So he played the apologetic fire investigator, all while anticipating Matthias’ inevitable return for more fun. It was a guarantee to Florian. After all, who else would want the grim puppeteer?
Florian was right, feeling smug as he looked up at Matthias wearing only a nightshirt.
It was later in the night and Florian had just finished with his shower and was walking down the hall when Matthias appeared and dragged him down a different corridor. Being shoved into a broom closet was not what he had planned for tonight, an assertive Matthias was exciting though, so he let himself be pushed down. Florian let his eye rake over his body, able to see the beginning of Matthias’ thighs, though most of his body was still covered by the long sleeves of his nightshirt. The man always wore clothes that covered him, so seeing him without pants was new, and Florian appreciated it greatly.
Matthias kneeled between Florian’s legs, tugging the front of his pants down, scoffing at the sight of his already hard cock. Matthias leaned close, his breath making the member twitch as he inhaled, taking in the scent before his tongue came out to give a little lick along the underside. Florian grinned as he rested his hands behind his head, enjoying the little kitten licks he was getting from the still grumpy man. Matthias grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped his lips around the tip, making him groan as he started to suck.
Florian bucked his hips, pushing deeper, nearly hitting the back of Matthias’ throat, the man warning him with the lightest nip at the head of his cock. It made him hiss, but he placed his hand atop his head, encouraging to keep bobbing his head. The broom closet was filled with his groaning and the slurps of the blowjob, Florian happy to let it be slow.
Letting out a moan around the cock teasing the back of his throat, the vibrations making Florian groan, Matthias took it as deep as he could. Florian reached down to feel the throat, feeling his cock throb when he felt it move as he bucked his hips. Matthias let him fuck his throat for a bit before he pulled off, the twitching cock coated in his spit. He moved to straddle him, hiking up the nightshirt to reveal he wore nothing beneath, his cock leaking as he hovered over Florian’s cock.
“So eager for me you’re not wearing anything?” His teasing only earned a huff as Matthias lowered himself, Florian’s cock sliding in easily, the hole already slick with lubricant. “Oh~ You were eager! You even prepared ahead of time… Oh Matti, you’re such a good whore.”
He felt his hole tighten around him at the praise, sliding down until he was seated on Florian’s lap, impaled on his cock. Licking his lips he bucked his hips, making Matthias gasp as he hit his prostate. Florian loved all it took to turn Matthias into putty for him to play with was praise, the man was so pathetic being called a good whore got him wiggling, eager to please just to get more. His musing stopped when he felt a hand on his chest, Matthias pouting down at him.
“My pace.” He stressed, the puppeteer threatening to pull off at Florian’s incredulous look. “You owe me.”
Raising his hands in mock surrender, Florian grinned. “Fine, Matti.” He didn’t mind as much, as Matthias always took his time which just meant more time in his hole.
Matthias gyrated his hips, using the investigator’s cock to stir his insides, sighing softly. His eye closed in pleasure, letting out soft breathy moans as he tilted his head back, slowly starting to raise and lower himself. Florian was tempted to grab his slim waist and just go to town, preferring a faster pace when fucking his Matti, but he had already pushed the man enough today. So he let Matthias ride him at his slow pace, his eye focused on the faces he made. His expressions were so minute, subtle things that Florian delighted in knowing he was the only one to see. He placed his hands on his waist, Matthias looking down at him as Florian moved him a bit faster, the slick noise of their sex getting a bit louder.
Florian started to unbutton the nightshirt, Matthias watching him with a flushed expression as more of his torso was exposed. Admiring both the smooth and scarred parts of his pale flesh, Florian touched his stomach and ran his hand up. Matthias sucked in a breath as his hand touched his chest, pressing himself down and grinding against him. His eye opened into a glare as Florian touched the scars, then yelped when he tugged on a nipple. Matthias slapped his hand away and placed his own on Florian’s knees, leaning back as he bounced faster. The new angle made the cock hit his prostate on each downward thrust, Matthias’ moans getting louder.
It was a great sight, seeing Matthias begin to sweat as he bounced on his cock, the man reaching down to stroke his cock in time with the bouncing. His eye half lidded from pleasure, looking only at him . He should have turned him around so he could watch his ass as he moved, but as he felt the beginnings of his rise to his peak, Florian just focused on thrusting up in time with Matthias’ movements. Matthias began to pant as he jerked himself off, his cock leaking over Florian’s stomach, leaning forward as he moved faster.
The puppeteer was chasing his orgasm, making sure Florian’s cock didn’t miss his abused prostate, biting his lip he felt his legs threaten to give out, but he refused to fall now. Not when he was so close. Florian’s thrusts up into him getting harder and faster forced more moans out of him, Matthias feeling that telltale build up in his balls as he neared orgasm. Feeling a rare smile creep on his face, Matthias rode Florian like there was no tomorrow, feeling the man’s balls slap against his pert ass from the feverish pace they set.
Florian felt his hole tighten and spasms around his cock, just as Matthias let out a cry, the man leaning forward as his orgasm hit. Forian chased his own, feeling it creep up with the aid of the spasming insides, but as Matthias leaned forward, catching himself before completely falling on him, his cock came out with a wet pop. Matthias whimpered as he came, jerking his cock as a few spurts nailed Flroian in the face, the man laughing as he closed his eye to avoid getting any of the seed in it. The rest of Matthias’ cum weakly dripped onto his chest, the man slowly jerking himself, milking the last of it out. Despite being so close, he let Matthias catch his breath.
Their thing was always casual, and in truth he knew it would never work beyond the manor for a myriad of reasons. In fact, the only reason it happened was because of the stresses of the manor games. There were plenty of others that had casual things, both the survivors and the hunters from what he heard. There were a few that had either started as relationships, proper ones with all the sappy feelings, or ones that developed into them. Florian hasn’t really ever felt like that, finding Matthias interesting and fun to have sex with, but that was about it. It was his past and damage that drew him, the easy to manipulate into doing what he wanted with just some simple praises and empty words. He never thought he would see Matthias’ face and think of much else. Yet, he found the expression Matthias was making to be quite striking. The lustful look was fading, slowly being replaced by a somber yet relaxed expression. There was something about it…
“Can I kiss you?” It slipped out before he could stop himself, Florian hitting himself when he saw the annoyed look creep in, replacing the post orgasm peace, so he knew Matthias caught what he meant.
Normally Florian would just kiss his neck if anything, and he never asked, so Matthias caught on to where he wanted to kiss. It was clear how he felt about that request too. No kissing on the lips. That was for lovers, couples, for people who cared for each other. People who saw each other as more than a source of relief.
And they weren’t that.
“Or you can put that lovely mouth of yours to work.” He waved his cock at him, trying to save face. It wouldn’t do for Florian to be the one to be suspected of developing feelings. “Your ass works, too, Matti. Just so long as it’s tight and hot.”
He rested his head down, stroking his cock as Matthias stood on shaky legs. He didn’t mind if he was just gonna suck him off, that was just as fun. Shooting down his swallowing throat was amazing, hearing his little moans as he gulped down his cum. Sometimes that lasted longer, especially when he made Matthias lick him clean, Florian getting hard again. They’d need to move to his room though. As fun as it was to fuck in a closet, he would prefer his bed next time.
So lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice that Matthias wasn’t doing anything. Sitting up he watched as Matthias wiped himself down with a handkerchief before tossing it on Florian, buttoning up his shirt. And Florian just watched, his mind not quite able to understand what was happening. It was only when Matthias turned to open the door did he sit up more.
“Hey! Matti, what about me?” Florian gestured to his leaking cock.
Matthias turned and his expression shocked Florian. He looked almost disgusted and smug . “You can deal with that on your own, right?” He sneered, tone dripping with annoyance before he stepped out and slammed the door.
Florian sat there in shock, his utter bafflement overpowering his indignation as he had the words he used thrown right back at him. His cock twitched as if to remind him of his need, and he knew he couldn’t just leave it alone or the pain would be unbearable. With an annoyed groan he gripped his cock and stroked it furiously, using the mental image of Matthias bouncing on his cock to reach his orgasm. It wasn’t as good, not only because it was just his hand, but also because he was this close to his orgasm before, only to be denied and now have to rush to get off. As he sprayed his cum over the floor, he seethed as he stuffed his cock away.
He stepped out in the hall, knowing Matthias would likely have gone back to his room, so Florian made his way back to his own. To think Matthias, his gloomy Matti, could come up with the courage, the determination to pay him back by doing the same thing to him. No, the fact he even had the idea to do this…
Florian felt a feral grin grow on his face as only one thought crept to the forefront of his mind:
Oh, Matti~ You are SO going to get it later~