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The castle kitchen was quiet tonight, the the crickets outside blending with the soft hum of drinking and the soft and quiet clinking of glasses. It was the evening of winning WOTFI 2023, and they called this rare occasion of drinking alcohol as a celebration of winning the year’s WOTFI once again. It was SMG4 sitting at the kitchen counter, nursing his third cocktail of the evening—a concoction of questionable colors that he swore tasted like victory.
(Smg3 suggested before buying the drinks to go home and drink, since 4 was known to be a heavy drinker and 3 was a little sensitive to too much alcohol, and both agreed so that they were at least in a safe place if they passed out.) Across from him, SMG3, ever the skeptic, sat with his usual glass of neat whiskey, eyeing his friend’s antics with a smirk.
“3,” SMG4 slurred, leaning forward with a crooked grin, his eyes hazy but undeniably fixated on the man in front of him. “You ever wonder why you’re so... good-looking?”
SMG3 raised a brow, sipping his whiskey. “Is that your idea of a compliment, 4? Or are you just too drunk to insult me properly?”
“No, no,” SMG4 insisted, gesturing wildly, nearly knocking over his drink. “You’ve got this... broody thing going on. Like, mysterious-but-sexy. I bet if you walked into a room, half the people would faint, and the other half would just propose immediately.”
SMG3 chuckled, setting his glass down. “Sounds like you’ve been rehearsing that line. Should I be flattered or concerned?”
SMG4 leaned in closer, his face inches away now, and his grin widened. “Flattered. Definitely flattered. Because I’m not just saying this to anyone, y’know. It’s you, 3. Always been you.”
SMG3 blinked, his smirk faltering slightly. “You’re really laying it on thick tonight, huh?”
“Is it working?” SMG4 asked, tilting his head playfully.
Smg3 stammered, flustered from how close 4 was.
“Depends, you stupid idiot.” Smg3 grumbled finally.
Smg4 cocked his head to the side playfully as he leaned closer, so close that his chair was tipping and he needed to put his hands on 3’s legs for support. Smg3 blushed and looked away, 4’s eyes were…seemingly so beautiful. Smg3 blushed harder as 4 leaned so close their chests almost brushed together.
“If i leaned in just a little more closer, what do you think would happen?~” Smg4 chuckled with a little lust in his tone.
“Your so fucking drunk, 4.“ Smg3 mumbled, looking away with a glare as he attempted not to make eye contact.
Smg3 suddenly felt his face being cupped with two hands and forced to look at the drunk guardian, blushing and stammering, trying to get out of his grip.
“Look at me.” Smg4 ordered, his eyes flashing as the alcohol controlled his state.
Smg3 gave him a glare, suddenly the two fell down the chairs, hitting on the ground, 3 letting out a ‘oof!’ The two were sprawled on the ground, 4 on top of him. Smg3 gave him a skepticism look saying :”Bitch are you serious right now i could not be in a worse position.” Smg4 giggled softly, as he stroked 3’s chin playfully.
“Do you want this?” Smg4 asked, his tone needy yet quiet.
Smg3 swallowed a lump in his throat, looking at 4 nervously. After a moment of long hesitation, he nodded.
Smg4 smiled lustfully, as he pinned 3 down on the floor, as he began to slowly but surely start grinding against him and humping 3’s leg. Smg3 yelped in surprise, as 4 suddenly kissed 3, sticking his tongue in his mouth, exploring the cavern of his mouth. Smg3 let out a muffled whimper, embarrassed. Smg4 was holding the kiss for a long time. Smg3 nearly choked from no air before 4 drew back, and quite almost ripped 3’s clothes off. The clothes were thrown to the side, as 4 swiped 3’s hat off him, leaving him nude, completely under 4’s mercy. Smg4 hummed as he stroked 3’s chin, before quickly shoving three fingers in 3’s mouth.
“Suck it. Now.” Smg4 commanded, looking dominantly at 3.
The purple guardian blinked, before he started sucking at his fingers, blushing with embarrassment.
After a hot minute, Smg4 took his fingers out, and they were coated with his saliva. Smg4 quickly used his hand to lift 3’s ass up, with a whimper of surprise. Smg4 shoved just two inside 3’s ass, Smg3 immediately moaning and muffling it with his shoulder.
“Awh cmon…Why cant i hear your pretty noises?” Smg4 whined, clearly teasing him, as he wriggled his fingers in 3’s ass, earning a groan.
“S-Shut the hell up and fuck me already.” Smg3 moaned, as 4 started doing a scissoring action, before shoving the last third finger.
Precum coated 4’s fingers, showing how turned on 3 was for him, even if it was just prep.
“Hm…Turned on already~? This is just prep!” Smg4 teased, as he used his spare hand to grab 3’s ass in a position that his fingers would hit the spot.
“S-Shut up-!” Smg3 groaned.
“Now now, do you want me to make you beg?” Smg4 said.
“N-No! UGH!” Smg3 growled at his teasing, “I swear to g-ah!~” Smg3 moaned, as 4 moved his fingers suddenly.
“I think thats enough prep.” Smg4 announced, as he removed his fingers.
Smg3 whined at the lack of friction, pouting at 4.
“Calm down, Mutt. Youll get your sex, you little ass.” Smg4 said, as he began to undress himself.
“P-Please…”. Smg3 still protested.
Smg4 undressed himself, as he laid a hand on 3’s chest and nipped his skin, leaving love bites on 3’s chest. Smg3 moaned, as he moved his head back in order to give 4 more space.
“F-Fuck…” Smg3 groaned.
Smg4 continued, until 3 was covered in love bites, especially one big one on his ear, which would be impossible to hide. Smg3 was so embarrassed to have all these markings claiming that he was owned, but damn it felt so good…
Finally, 4 sat up. He stroked his own dick a few more times in his hand, as he grabbed 3’s hair with his hand and gently yanked him over.
“Suck this. I need prep too.” Smg4 ordered, holding his dick, and adjusting himself to quickly scramble on the kitchen chair.
Smg3 nodded, as he started sucking on 4’s dick, licking the tip and rubbing his tongue against it. Smg4 threw his head back and moaned.
“Damnit…” Smg4 had grabbed 3’s hair, 3 bobbing his head in response.
After 5 minutes of sucking, 4 finally had precum at his tip, 3 licking it off. As his precum was licked off, Smg4 finally used his hand to pull 3’s head away from his dick, yanking it out, 3 yelping.
“Ive had enough prep.”
The second the words left his mouth, 3 looked at him eagerly. Smg4 got on the floor, as he pinned 3 down again. Smg3 whined as 4 bent down, and he slammed himself into 3.
OH FUCK. SMG4 WAS GOING SO MUCH FASTER THAN HE HAD EXPECTED. Not that he was complaining…
Smg4 slammed his dick into 3’s, 3 moaning and groaning. Smg4 finally found 3’s prostate, and started thrusting, 3 moaning.
“F-fuck 3, your so tight~!” Smg4 moaned.
“I-I know that, y-you idi- AH~” Smg3 groaned, as 4 hit the spot again, and 4 was going so hard and fast he was practically trying to fuck the balls out of him.
Smg4 chuckled, as he slammed himself again, and a orgasm hit 3. Smg3 moaned, about to reach his climax. But 4 wasnt done. Knowing 3 was about to come, he redrew.
“W-Why did you stop, idiot?!” Smg3 growled, wriggling his hips for more friction.
“Beg.”
Smg3 froze, looking at 4.
“On hell no!”
…
“FUCK THIS. Uh- Smg4, M-Master, please make me cum, oh please~! I really need this.” Smg3 begged, whimpering and giving him puppy eyes.
“Hm. Alright, mutt.” Smg4 agreed, 3 whining happily at him.
Smg4 began to thrust in 3’s dick again, earning a moan from the other man. Oh god, he was going to have another orgasm before he even came, wont he?! Smg3 realised too late, as another orgasm hit him, earning a loud moan. Smg3 was practically fucked his brains out, his eyes were throwing to the back of his head, and his mouth was slightly open.
“A-Ah~” Smg3 moaned.
Smg4 was slowly reaching his own limit too. His hips stuttered a little as he kept thrusting.
“F-Fuck i-im going to cum, 4..” Smg3 moaned, as warm liquid rushed into 4’s dick.
“FUCK 3~ DAMNIT-“ Smg4 moaned, as his hips shook, and his hands pressed on 3’s shoulders a little hard for support, as he came.
The two were there, panting and shaking, 3 a little overstimulated. Smg4 drew his dick out of 3’s, white liquid leaking out a little. Smg3 trembled.
“D-Dude..I think you took my ability to fucking w-walk…” Smg3 groaned, as 4 chuckled, using his shaky hands to pull 3 into his lap.
“Are you gonna beat me up with this information..?” Smg4 asked.
“Depends,” SMG3 replied, panting a little, crossing his arms. “Are you going to remember this tomorrow?”
“Oh, I’ll remember,” SMG4 said with a wink. “And if I don’t, you’ll remind me. Preferably over breakfast.”
SMG3’s lips twitched as if suppressing a smile, but his usual guarded expression remained. “You’re impossible, 4.”
“Impossible to resist?” SMG4 teased.
“More like impossible to ignore,” SMG3 said, wobbling a little as he attempted to haul himself up. “Now, come on. I need to clean myself up, and you need to get to bed. We need to clean up this mess on the floor before the others flip over this. Your helping, no matter how wasted you are going to be when the alcohol wears off.”
“Only if you promise to stay,” SMG4 countered, his grin soft.
“You’re a fucking idiot.”