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Adrien stared at his phone screen, head laid comfortably on Luka’s shoulder, curled up around his boyfriend in the dim of night.
11:56:04 PM, October 12th.
The investigation into Marinette Dupain-Chengs’ death was relatively quick, as the school had security cameras.
An Akuma did it, but that Akuma apparently also had an additional power of disguise. Even with his face bare, with no mask to speak of and when most people could recognize an Akuma even with their faces heavily altered, it seemed that whoever had done it also had the forethought to add a ‘no recognition’ power in addition to his flight and telekinesis abilities.
No school was held on the 11th after her death.
11:57:46 PM, October 12th.
The Dupain-Chengs closed up shop, after news had leaked that their daughter had been Ladybug, their windows were smashed in and more Ladybug-Costume wearing scarecrows were left either hanging from the hooks they usually kept flower pots in or just left in their outdoor dining space.
11:58:07 PM, October 12th.
Chloe’s funeral happened earlier that day on the 12th. It wasn’t well attended. Adrien had forced Luka to go with him, just to be polite. Audrey was sitting in the front row, wrapped up in a probably illegal fur coat, drowning in fabric to the point she looked like she was hiding in a big ball of fuzz, wearing her bug-eyed sunglasses the entire time and never once leaving the pew in the entire five hour service, as one of her assistants had told Adrien when they’d arrived.
She requested no one talk to her, so Adrien couldn’t even give his condolences.
Marinette’s funeral was announced, but none of her few remaining supporters as Ladybug nor her friends would be able to attend, as her cremated remains were going to China with Sabine and Tom for a funeral in her mothers’ homeland, in a family graveyard on private property, rather than give the black-hearted among Paris’s population a place to vandalize.
No doubt there would’ve been a few people having a street party outside any funeral home they might’ve had it at in France.
The narrative that Ladybug/Marinette had been working with Hawkmoth was what the world had accepted, and it only solidified when Saja returned with a news broadcast. He appeared during a live taping, hijacking the latest news about the election of the new Mayor of Paris to announce the defeat of Hawkmoth altogether and that it was his akuma who had at last taken down the Unworthy Ladybug, and that the one who had done the slaying was the former Chat Noir.
Celebrations abounded.
The mysteriously missing Chat Noir was confirmed alive and well, and Saja had returned to them victorious with a mission statement of pursuing peace, ironically by any means necessary.
There wouldn’t be a Russian State Funeral for those who’d been slain, left in their fine tailored suits as they hung from their necks at the Palace Square in St.Petersberg.
Covered in Russian blood, he announced his next visit to the United States, and a promise to its people and military that if they laid down their arms, peace would be soon at hand and that no one who had benefited off the backs of average Americans would be spared, politician or private benefactor. Any soldier who laid down their weapons and refused to fight would be spared.
With live footage of what Saja had done to the Kremlin all over the internet…
When summoned, the Military branch of the government fell silent. The police fell silent. Even the many assistants and servants of the rich and powerful simply fell silent as they left their rich benefactors to their fates.
Elon Musk had sequestered himself in essentially a giant tanning bed to eliminate any and all shadows, even walking in naked so there wouldn’t be any shade from them, but failed to realise it was always going to be dark inside his own body as Saja made a blender blade of shadow inside his lungs.
They all tried to flee, of course. But nobody knew how to drive a yacht into the sun.
When Adrien fucked Saja in the Void shortly after his rampage, he could feel the sticky slick of blood on his body. Smell the death and fear that lingered on his Hanbok. And Adrien had never cum so fast in his life.
11:59:59 PM, October 12th.
Nobody bothered them anymore. Adrien wasn’t used to it just yet, some part of him was always keeping an ear out for someone walking above deck or just antsy as he waited for a phone call from Nathalie that she was about to arrive to drive him home.
A home Adrien had witnessed with his own eyes, burning down with his fathers’ and alternative universe boyfriends’ body in it.
They had gone back to school today, and Adrien wore his collar. Of course, there were mild looks, but nobody glanced at him twice long enough to mention it, and nobody looked at his neck long enough to realize some of the black was bruising.
He honestly loved the collar, and only ever took it off to shower.
12:00:01 AM, October 13th.
Adrien moved his phone onto the shelf that was their headboard, and sat himself directly onto Luka, straddling him as he kissed his beloved awake.
Luka snorted slightly, eyes blinking open when he felt Adrien’s lips on his, but quickly going along with it, lips moving against his.
Adrien pulled back with a smile. “Happy Birthday, Puppy.”
Luka blinked a few more times as he sleepily processed what Adrien had said, then laughing slightly as he sat up, kissing Adrien again, lifting him slightly, then continuing forward, pinning the blonde to the bed.
They had a lovely, mildly sleepy make out and dry hump session, the boat languidly rocking with them, then a mildly sticky cuddle before going back to bed.
-
“What should we do today?” Luka asked, laid out on his bed, his head hanging upside down as he watched Adrien getting ready for his day.
It was a few hours later, and they’d had a few more hours of sleep when Adrien’s phone had gone off at it’s usual 7AM. They had an hour and a half to get ready and go to school.
“You,” Adrien said, gathering up his and Luka’s clothes to toss into the dirty laundry, and getting fresh clothes for a quick shower. “Are going to school like it’s any ordinary day, and I’ll be taking Plagg, the rest of the Miraculous and your credit card.”
All the Miraculous and his card? A lesser man would think Adrien was going to run away with all his money and all his power.
Luka smiled slightly as he pulled the ring off his finger, holding it out in offer to his favorite blonde. “If that’s what you want.”
Adrien took it, put it on, and then bent over to kiss Luka while he was upside down.
As he did so, he pulled on Luka’s slip-chain collar. Slowly at first, until it was simply to his throat with no compression.
Adrien spotted movement, his eyes glancing up and seeing Luka’s legs starting to stir slightly as, between his thighs, Luka’s cock was starting to rise and press up against the bedsheets still covering him.
He pulled on the chain harder, and Luka’s cock perked up immediately in response as his mouth tilted open with a pathetic little ‘Augh-!’
Adrien stood upright again, and pulled the bedsheets to the side to reveal Luka’s cock at full mast; fat and heavy and flush, all nine inches lifting off of the musician’s lower tummy as it drooled pre into the dips of Luka’s abs.
He pulled harder, and watched a fat glob of pre build on its juicy, pink slit.
His eyes crawled back down, to where he saw Luka’s neck starting to mould like playdough into the shape of the flat chain links as they pressed into his soft throat, to Luka’s bright red face as he gasped and gagged for air, mouth wide open, eyes closed as he twitched, gripping onto the bed beneath him as he withstood his loving strangulation.
Adrien licked his lips, his own cock filled as he watched his boyfriend getting off on his own death at his hands, fitting Luka’s head between his thighs and forcing his shaft into Luka’s mouth and throat, moaning deeply as his cocktip was encased in soft, wet heat.
Luka’s hands flew from the bed to Adrien’s thighs, gripping him, holding him so he’d stay right where he was, deep in his throat. His tongue weakly swirled around his shaft, his lungs protesting as he attempted to inhale and suckle at the blondes’ dick.
Adrien broke from Luka’s weak hold on his legs, biting his lower lip as he thrust into Luka’s open mouth, wrapping the chain around his knuckles once to tighten his grip, the other one braced on Luka’s slowly collapsing neck to steady himself as he moved, pulling again like he was trying to start a chainsaw. Luka twitched again as it tightened, tears and drool sliding up his face as his dick twitched.
But Adrien couldn’t cum with only front-end pleasure anymore, it was useless to try! Luka was dead before he got anywhere close to getting off.
The brunette was still and quiet as nearly every bit of him went limp, his cock remaining stiff for the time being.
Finished with his boyfriends special birthday Morning Delight, Adrien pulled out of his mouth, a line of bubbly saliva and precum falling out of his open mouth and loosened the chain around his neck, resigned to being second today as he got into the shower to calm himself down and wash off the daily sex-sweat he’d gathered. Undoubtedly, there’d be more hanky-panky throughout the day anyway.
“Good morning~!” Plagg announced as Adrien stepped out of the shower. “Got your birthday surprises all lined up?”
“Spoke with Tikki about it, wrote it out so Gimmie couldn’t Monkey’s paw me, and cake and dinner are due at 5,” Adrien hummed as he dressed with his boyfriends’ unmoving corpse laying in bed mere inches away. “I’m thinking I’ll also get some shopping in, get some better underwear for the occasion.”
“Sounds like a full day ahead of you,” Plagg hummed. “And our fate?”
“Sealed for the night,” Adrien said simply, walking out and swinging on his coat for the grey, October day ahead of him, stopping by their hiding place for the Miracle Box to fetch the Ladybug earrings, pocketing the earring box rather than risk Tikki being annoying about ‘the cost’ of a wish so early in the morning.
He was about to scoot for his day, when he heard gasping, moaning howls from the bedroom.
“I think Luka woke up,” Plagg said dryly as the moans were followed by light thudding as he scrambled out like a madman to find Adrien.
“B-babe!” He wheezed, his cock throbbing between his thighs when he saw Adrien, with one foot on the steps that led to the upper deck. He ran to the blonde, collapsing at his feet. “Please, let's just stay home! O-or we could go to a hotel!? Anywhere you want, please!”
Adrien put his finger into the star-shaped loop of Luka’s collar, and for a second, Luka had similar stars in his eyes, looking up at Adrien with all the hope in the world as he slowly tugged at it, drawing the chain so it was tight against his neck but still letting Luka breathe easily…
“Go get dressed, and we can have breakfast together before you go to school alone for the day,” Adrien said softly, dropping the loop, letting it fall to rest between Luka’s pectorals.
“B-but Kitty-!” Luka gasped, putting his forehead to the steps as Adrien went up them.
“Ten minutes or I’m going alone~!” He sang.
Luka jetted back to the bedroom for a fresh set of clothes and took a quick hooker bath in the sink before he went back up with his school bag at the ready.
They had a lovely breakfast at a cafe, and Luka was sent to school with his tail between his legs.
“I promise it’ll be worth it,” Adrien said with a smile when they parted, kissing Luka’s adorable pout as he was sent away.
-
“Plagg, Tikki, Unify into Gimmie.” Adrien commanded, sitting on the deck of the Liberty. “I have a wish to make.”
-
Luka was deflated his entire day at school. He didn’t care about his birthday, why did Adrien?! It was just one of those odd little things that popped up in their relationship.
All Luka wanted was Adrien. If he could somehow spend everyday of the rest of his many, many lives right behind him, Luka would call it a very happy existence.
But alas, Adrien was nominally normal with his own soul, and so sometimes did things Luka really couldn’t understand, like celebrating birthdays and needing time alone…Luka would still listen from the shadows as Saja just because he loved to still be near him in spirit at least.
He was clingy, he could accept that. Adrien loved him regardless of it!
But Adrien wanted to celebrate him, and if celebrating Luka would make him happy, Luka would celebrate.
-
Adrien knew he could do no wrong in Luka’s eyes, so even if he royally fucked up his little birthday party for him it wouldn’t matter, but he still wanted it to be special for his darling love.
Did Luka care if he was primped and pretty, dressed to the nines and spa’d to hell and back?
No.
But it made Adrien happy and whatever made Adrien happy made Luka downright feral with joy.
Not in the slightest did that man care if Adrien was covered in hair, unkempt and/or smelly. Adrien was certain Luka would just call him his adorable little trash rat and then cuddle him if he’d arrived at the school after dumpster diving.
But Adrien sure cared about his appearance, even if he wasn’t a model anymore. And he had a preference for how he liked his body.
So after breakfast and his Important Wish, his errands began in earnest at the dayspa for a full body waxing-plucking session that left his skin smooth and moisturised, feeling like warmed silk against his fingers and by god it felt good.
Then a haircut, a manicure and pedicure, and to top it all off, a shopping trip.
While most of Adrien’s clothes had been burnt in the fire, he also had a teleporting boyfriend with a massive bank account, so he had just recently gone on his own spree all across the globe getting both himself and Luka a new wardrobe, so today was just spent shopping for some intimates.
It was hard trying to find something that would both fit him and was the kind of sexy he wanted, narrowing down the selection to three lacey pieces. He’d buy all of them, but he still had to choose one to wear tonight!
He bought them, then scooted back into the change room for some photos, sending them to Luka.
Adrien: I narrowed it down to three. Pick your favorite colour.
Luka’s reply was almost instant.
Luka : The card you took has more than enough money to buy 100 of every colour.
Adrien: I only have one ass to wear 1200+ panties, Luka~ Pick quick!
Luka: if I must choose…White. For my bride.
Adrien snorted, smiling. ‘For his bride’?!
Did Luka have a marriage fetish or was he just very eager to marry Adrien?
‘Well, birthday boy is king for the day,’ Adrien thought, scooting out of the change room and quickly also buying some white stockings and a garter belt, sliding them onto his silken smooth legs, framing the photo so his panties were on the floor and in frame, snapping an extra picture to send.
-
*ding!*
Luka almost broke the sound barrier with how fast he grabbed his phone.
Adrien had sent him a picture in a department stores’ full body mirror in a change room, not quite a selfie as Adrien didn’t include his face in it. He had his jeans pulled down slightly with his hip popped, holding up the cable knit sweater he was wearing to show off a line of white lace against his tanned skin.
It was quickly followed by two more selfies at similarly teasing angles, though with black and red lace.
Adrien: I narrowed it down to three. Pick your favorite colour.
Luka had his forehead to his desk, knees pressing together as he held the phone passionately to his chest.
If Adrien kept this up, he’d have to find a nice, quiet corner to have a heart attack in and then revive for the rest of his classes that day.
Luka : The card you took has more than enough money to buy 100 of every colour.
Adrien: I only have one ass to wear 1200+ panties, Luka~ Pick quick!
Luka: if I must choose…White. For my bride.
Adrien replied half an hour, with a picture of his feet in white stockings, with a pearl, baby blue silk ribbon and frilly lace garter belt hanging off his foot, and those same white panties in frame and on the floor of the change room.
‘Holy shit, this is so gonna be worth the wait,’ Luka thought, hunched over with the worst raging erection he’d ever had before in his life.
-
“This says ‘Poppy’, not ‘Puppy’,” Adrien said sourly, pushing the cake back over the counter. “I’m not paying for this! It’s hardly my fault that the person who took my order made a U look like an O.”
“Ah? I’m so sorry sir,” The cashier said fretfully. “I’ll try and fix it, just a moment…”
It took another twenty minutes until they returned with the cake. “Would this at all be acceptable…?”
The cake’s decorations, which had been music themed, were smeared. Some of the cherries across its lip were more askew than when Adrien had first seen it, and the swirls of frosting had begun to limp slightly, like they’d been under a heat source, probably too close to the oven… “...You’re not the cake decorator, are you?”
The cashier’s head hung slightly. “N…no…”
Adrien sighed, so deeply disappointed as he thought.
‘God I wish the Dupain-Chengs weren’t in mourning. Tom would be able to fix this.’ he thought sourly.
Shortly into his ponderings, someone else entered the bakery. Someone in chefs’ whites.
It was a thankfully quick exchange and apology, as the cashier was a new, young hire from the owners’ family in need of a job and was ‘not all there’ (Adrien questioned this a bit, but it was more than likely a way to try excuse their shoddy behavior in both the order taking and their ‘fix’ of the cake mistake), and he was offered a different cake.
“I know this a bit more…nuptial than what you ordered, but it’s the exact same flavor and frosting as what you requested,” The actual professional said. “But we can remove the flowers and get it all white, get the correct and throw in some macarons for the trouble? I’ll even return half your payment.”
Adrien was smiling behind his hand. “If…if it’s not too much trouble,” he said, trying not to laugh. “Could you leave it as is? It’s actually for my boyfriend, it’s his first birthday with us as a couple, and he’s always going on about getting married someday so…honestly, the top of a wedding cake would be hilarious to bring him.”
And with what Adrien was currently wearing under his clothes…the top tier of a wedding cake was more than appropriate.
The baker paused for a moment, then grinned. “Yes! Absolutely! I will get the writing on this and box it up for you. Any other requests?”
“Uhm…He like, really likes Chat Noir so if you have anything with him…?”
“I’ve got just the thing, we still have a bunch of them since Chat vanished. One moment please.”
-
Luka had sprinted home when the bell rang at 4:30…only to find Plagg waiting at the end of the plank, ring in hand. “Yeah, Blondie said you gotta go get some champagne or wine, something you like,” Plagg said, gnawing on a piece of hard cheese. “And to be back after six PM local time.”
“Hnngh…no mercy for the birthday boy, huh?” Luka sighed, slouching against the opposite pillar.
“Nope!” Adrien shouted, unseen from the deck. “Get on it, Birthday Boy! I’m setting up here!”
“You’re a sadist, you know that?!” Luka called back.
“You know you love it,” Adrien snickered.
“...I do,” Luka sighed, downright melting as he put on the ring.
“And no peeking through the Void, Couffaine!” Adrien added.
“Damnit…okaayyy…” Luka sighed, toddling away from his home to go find a place to transform and acquire the requested alcohol.
-
While it wasn’t as good as what they could get going to Italy, Adrien thought that a little appetizer for their inevitable trip to the boot-shaped country was a nice precursor.
On the table was a spread of margarita pizza, caprese salad, mushroom risotto, ossobuco and garlic and herb focaccia.
While Adrien had called it take-out, he had actually contacted the old Agreste Michelin Star Chef to cater the meal, and they had arrived to finish out the prep and make sure it was all hot and ready for when Luka arrived.
-
Luka waited in the void for a while, but it wasn’t making time pass any faster.
He checked in on those little annoyances he’d encountered over the last year of madness.
Felix had been declared clinically insane and beyond help, so he was living out his single-father fantasies on a better made ReBorn Doll instead of his cheap department store toy Luka had gotten him.
His mother had moved from her metropolitan downtown London life to stay with him, and Luka had witnessed her and her husband arguing over the phone about his lack of a wife for a broken child that wasn’t even real.
Juleka was celebrating her birthday with their mother in their little shoe box apartment near the hospital. Her hair had been cut shorter, so she couldn’t strangle herself with it.
Alya was existing, seemingly over superheroes after discovering her ex best friend was her idol, and that her idol was a fraud.
Nino was also just existing, so very divorced from his old circle of friends.
It was still 30 more minutes until he could go home.
He tapped a finger on the alcohol he’d chosen- a mildly sweet honey/maple syrup mead made in Canada.
He focused on it, and with a whispered ‘Cataclysm’, he destroyed a little bit of the energy within the wine.
“What are you doing?” Plagg asked, curious when he felt something not to his usual tastes falling into his stomach.
“Heat is energy in transfer with its surroundings,” Saja said. “Remove the energy, it gets’ colder. It’s not normally possible to destroy energy, it’s supposed to be impossible actually, but I figure if I can erase the memories of a person or remove the knowledge of how to breathe, I could probably erase a little bit of energy from the universe for a chiller mead. Cataclysm.”
The bottle frosted slightly as it got colder.
“Can’t just stick it in the freezer through the darkness?” Plagg intoned curiously.
“I’m bored, Plagg!” Saja groaned with a roll of his eyes. “And no, I’m not risking losing track of time and going on another spree just so you can eat. Cataclysm.”
“Bah,” Plagg snorted from the void. “You’re no fun when you’re domesticated. I liked you better when you were scheming.”
-
Adrien felt so good, he was mildly worried it was illegal.
He felt like a billion bucks in his skin, accomplished after organizing and tossing up some party decorations, setting up the bed, dressing himself, doing a little…prep work on himself…
He was done at 5:40, with the Chef finished the meal in their tiny galley kitchen at 5:50, and could probably just call and tell Luka to come aboard so the chef could serve them…but it would be more funny to just leave the birthday boy out for those extra 20 minutes.
Adrien leisurely finished his setup, smiling all the while, as the chef vacated, his job done.
-
Luka was standing at the foot of the plank, staring at his phone.
17:59:58…
He could hear the music Adrien was playing softly on the speakers as he moved, doing…something Luka couldn’t see from where he stood at street level in the glass-covered portion of the deck.
17:59:59 pm…
Adrien was so close at hand…This day had been so much longer than it had needed to be! Luka’s teeth played with the star end of his slip-chain collar, making it rattle slightly as he jounced it up and down.
18:00:00 PM!!
He strode confidently onto the deck. “Danyeowassseubnida, Kitty! It was such a long…” He trailed off slightly, seeing Adrien, and any and all hardships and stress he felt melted away instantly. “Day…”
Adrien wasn’t wearing anything unusual. Luka knew for a fact that the shirt he had on was the one at the top of the laundry basket he’d folded just a day previous, but anything Adrien put onto his body simply became art just by laying on his skin.
It was a sage green button up shirt that complimented the shine of his golden hair, tailored so it intentionally fell off one shoulder, the sleeve cuffs pushed up to his elbows but absolutely able to go past his wrists for sweater paws in shirt form, the shirt was loose and baggy and adorable on him, half of the hemline tucked loosely into his slim fit black jeans, wearing low-heeled boots and his usual golden bell collar, and the Ladybug earrings (which had changed to look more like Luka’s plain black studs), his nails freshly painted green.
When Luka stopped, he squatted, putting his elbows on his knees and hands on his cheeks as he beheld his dearest love with a biggest, dopiest smile on his face.
Adrien had been in the midst of putting out their ‘take out’ dinner onto their above deck dining table when Luka came charging in, stopped, and popped a squat in the door. “Huānyíng huí jiā,” He snickered. “What are you doing all the way down there?”
“Admiring the view,” Luka said, his voice filled with gooey affection. “You were right. Absolutely worth the wait.”
Adrien’s snickers continued. “I haven’t even started, Puppy. Come.”
Luka stood, arriving right infront of Adrien, almost overwhelmed with affection as his blonde lightly pulled on his chain to inch him down for a peck. “Go put the kids to bed,” he whispered against Luka’s lips, the hand not holding the plates reaching to take out the Ladybug earrings, putting them on Luka’s chest. “Your ‘wife’ commands it. And don’t go into the bedroom.”
“Mmngh-!” Luka’s voice stalled slightly, almost immediately hard again with Adrien’s soft, sultry voice and insinuations as he caught the earrings from falling to the floor. “Mm-hm! Yep, sure thing, Kitty, right on it.” he said, face bright red and sweating profusely as he did a slight wobbly walk over to put away the two most powerful Miraculous as instructed, cock throbbing between his thighs.
“So is this as bad as you thought it’d be?” Plagg asked teasingly as he floated behind Luka.
“It’s still awful…” Tikki grumbled.
“You saw your last hero burnt at the stake because of her own countrymen,” Plagg scoffed. “Hanging around two idiots in loooove while they fix the world should make you happy!”
“They’re still-!” Tikki tried to argue, only as Luka fit her earrings into their proper slot.
“You know this is why we have to put you away, right?” Luka asked, sliding the ring off. “You keep antagonizing her.”
“That’s kinda the whole deal, Loverboy. Push n’ pull,” Plagg snorted as he too was absorbed by the box, Luka returning the entire thing back into its hiding spot.
Finished with this last command, Luka rushed back to join Adrien for dinner.
He listened attentively as Adrien droned on and on about his day. Luka was staring at Adrien over their dinner, his attention rapt by the goings on of his beloveds’ arduous day of shopping with his credit card.
How he’d agonized over the display of panties and was certain the sales associate thought he was a pervert (Which…he was but not for panties!) and going over all the other cute ones Adrien might go back for- lace was nice but there were also ribbon based ones, and ones that tied at the hip with strings kind of like a bikini bottom (“Wouldn’t that be nice to untie at the end of the day?”) and getting his body waxed and moisturized, his nails painted and hair cut explicitly for Luka, trussing himself up for his lovers’ pleasure, even though Luka would probably still be very down bad if Adrien was as hairy as Tom Dupain and as unkempt as Kim. He detailed his late lunch and the problems he’d had with the bakery for writing ‘Poppy’ instead of 'Puppy’ on the cake, so on and so on…
Luka couldn’t get enough of it, gazing across the table as Adrien announced proudly that he’d actually had everything done ahead of schedule, and had only made Luka wait outside for 20 unnecessary minutes just to torture him a little.
Then, the cake.
“They screwed up the first one with the name, but luckily there was another order that had all the same flavors I requested ready to go,” Adrien sighed as he placed the cardboard box onto the table. “But, it was for another event entirely.”
He pulled off the top of the box, and inside was basically the top tier of a wedding cake.
It was white with an elegant buttercream frosting, and a bunch of red roses along its base, climbing up in a swirl to its top with a big ‘Happy 17th birthday, Puppy!’ written on top in black frosting with a little plastic figure of Chat Noir, holding up a plastic sign that had ‘Happy Birthday Puppy~!’ written on it, much like a kids’ cake with video game characters on it.
“I told them your favorite hero was Chat and they tossed it in,” Adrien snickered.
Luka was sputtering with laughter, grinning wide. “It’s perfect, Kitty.”
They didn’t bother with the song or lighting the candles as they dug in, both of them getting a little antsy to start the fun part…
-
Luka sat, freshly showered as per Adrien’s request, sitting on their bed like an eager little puppy, already stiff and leaking in anticipation, wearing only his slip chain collar.
And Adrien walked in, and Luka could’ve died right then and there.
He was wearing sheer white thigh high nylons, their edges lacy where they stopped high up on Adrien’s leg, that same pearl and blue garter belt around his left leg, wearing those panties with his perky dick straining against the fabric, the paleness of the lace high lighting the curve of Adrien’s hips against his natural california tan. Across his chest was a matching tube top/bralette, all in white with frilled edges, and a little teasing heart-shaped boob window that, on a bustier person, would show some cleavage.
“What d’you think?” Adrien asked, his cheeks pinker than usual, turning for his boyfriends’ benefit to appreciate the whole of the outfit and striking a pose.
Luka’s mouth hung open, making tiny little squeaky noises when he was at last met with his one and only ever…
His mind was somehow simultaneously running at 100x its normal capacity and entirely blank. His heart seized in his chest and yet his blood was still rushing like magma through his veins, a cold sweat broke out across his skin and there was a hard, radiating pain coming from around his left pectoral and-
Luka realized a second too late he was having a heart attack as he flopped back, mentally screaming at himself for dying at this particular moment as Adrien panicked to help him, not yet realizing he was the cause of Luka’s sudden on-set death.
-
When Luka next awoke, it was so dark he thought he might’ve been in the Void again. “Hunh-?! Babe?!”
“Right here, Puppy,” Adrien said soothingly, sitting at the foot of their bed. “Was the view really that good that you had to go die about it?”
“B-babe~!” Luka whined, shifting slightly and realizing his arms were bound- ropes from god knows where (they didn’t lack for rope on a boat), and strapped to the headboard. He was still painfully hard, too. “All dressed up for and not even gonna let me see you?” He asked, still straining against the ropes and feeling them dig into his wrists.
“I think you might need to acclimate to Full-Force seduction,” Adrien snorted, sliding a hand up Luka’s shin, the teenager freezing slightly in anticipation.
Luka felt the bed shifting slightly as Adrien mounted it. “Let’s play a little game, Puppy.” Adrien hummed, fingers walking up Luka’s bare thigh. “After all, what’s a birthday party without a game or two?”
“Babe,” Luka squeaked. He was going to have another heart attack at this rate!
“I have asprin and I will make you chew on them if you dip out again, Couffaine.” Adrien huffed. “Keep it together, Babe. I’ve been waiting too.”
Luka nodded fervently, attempting to ‘keep it together’ as he steadied himself.
“Okay, this is how this will go,” Adrien hummed. “I’m going to touch you, and you guess what it is. Left hand, right hand, sex sleeve, mouth, and so on.”
Luka nodded in agreement, and Adrien began.
A finger teasingly, lightly, flicked Luka’s fuzzy testicles, and the man gasped as if Adrien had swallowed his entire nine inch dick in a single gulp. “F-finger-!”
That same finger pressed lightly at Luka’s dripping cockslit, wiggling it over the firm, slick head. “Fing-augh~! Hand! Hand, hand, hand-!” Luka wheezed as Adrien grasped him fully, stroking him slowly.
“Don’t cum,” Adrien commanded, licking his lips as he squeezed, watching pre flood from his boyfriends’ cock, erupting out of the top of Adrien’s fist.
Luka nodded, but for once in his life he wasn’t sure he could obey Adrien’s direct orders.
Adrien licked a fat stripe over his shaft, still holding his cockhead hostage.
“Tongue-!!”
Luka’s arms strained, past the point of pain. He probably dislocated his wrists at this point, but that was small potatoes to how good he felt under Adrien’s teasing.
Then, the blonde let go, shifting his weight slightly as he stood on the bed, and peeled his panties off.
“You’re never gonna get this one,” Adrien snickered, getting back onto his knees but not yet sitting on Luka’s lower tummy, taking his panties and stuffing them into Luka’s mouth, crotch first.
Luka moaned as he tasted the sweat and musk in the frilly lace fabric that had been building in Adrien’s pants the entire day, tongue lapping at them, breathing in deeply and actually feeling calmer for it, his arms going slack.
“God, you’re such a pervert,” Adrien laughed with a smile, reaching between their bodies, catching his lower lip between his teeth as he took Luka’s cockhead between his middle and index finger, placing it between his thighs and-
“Guess, Puppy.” Adrien huffed, licking his lips.
Luka wasn’t sure. Both because it was an entirely new sensation, and his brain was not cooperating with him.
Whatever Adrien had his dick in, it was so warm and wet. Some slick lube or slime was starting to drip down his shaft, and it was so soft and silky as it lightly twitched and contracted around his tip in a way that Adrien’s ass didn’t usually do.
But, he made his guess. “Ass?”
“Nnn-” Adrien groaned softly as more of Luka’s cock was taken in by that heavenly squeeze. “N-nope~!”
“Sleev- Oh, god, fuck-!”
Adrien let out a gutted cry as Luka’s hips pistoned up, slamming into his new hardware.
It was then that Adrien pulled at Luka’s blindfold, letting him see exactly where his dick had disappeared into.
Adrien had wished for a pussy from Tikki and Plagg, and now Luka was hilt-deep in it as Adrien came, sitting upright as his hips twitched back and forth madly, tears misting his eyes as his brows furrowed in a full body orgasm, his new pussy squirting all over Luka’s naked body.
Adrien couldn’t reach for the aspirin quick enough before Luka expired twice in one night, still not having cum as Adrien kept sitting on his corpse cock.
-
Luka’s second revival, and he came the moment he woke up again. He writhed, hands slapping over his mouth to contain his unearthly pleasure, hips jutting up as Adrien gripped the headboard he had been tied to, steadying himself as Luka became his bucking bronco while emptying his balls into his boyfriend.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god-” Luka moaned brokenly, eyes rolling back as he drooled, his cock continuously twitching, pulsing inside Adrien’s cute little cunt as he voided his balls of all semen.
“Y-you’re-” Adrien gasped as he held the headboard railings in a death grip. He could feel Luka filling up his new anatomy, thick, globby cum, a copious amount, flooded and filled his pussy. “D-does it feel good, Babe?” He asked breathlessly, covered in glistening sweat as Luka shifted and writhed beneath him. “Breeding your own personal pocket pussy? I’ll let you, whenever you want. Don’t have to prep anymo-ough~! Mmn~!”
Luka tackled Adrien, throwing him to the bed ripping that lace tube top off his his lover, leaning down to suckle a pert and perky nipple as he drew back and thrust into Adrien’s struggling cunt, the sound made between their bodies was squishy as Luka’s cum squelched out.
Adrien panted as his legs drew up, tightening around Luka’s middle. “Y-yes~ Good puppy, fuck your kitty! Get it alllll out~”
Luka grunted, reduced down to his lust and adoration as he slammed up into Adrien’s twitching hole, almost on the verge of sobbing from how good it felt as Adrien’s silky walls began to tighten again in a second orgasm, the blondes’ back arching as his legs tightened around Luka’s waist.
He collapsed, blinking slowly, onto Adrien.
The blonde squeaked as he was compressed upon, moaning slightly as the weight did something with his new anatomy he wasn’t familiar with, twitching around Luka’s limp dick now that he’d finished inside.
He squirmed, trying futilely to get out from under his boyfriends’ dead (had he died again? Adrien was not sure) weight but failing, and all his movement was only causing something to happen downstairs.
Adrien experienced his first ever clit-orgasm as Luka’s weight on his crotch and his own wiggling added pressure and sensation to his clit, grunting as his teeth grit, face red not only from activity as he basically rubbed himself on Luka, forgetting entirely about trying to get out from under him.
He fell slack with Luka still on him and between his thighs, panting hard, thankfully still able to breathe with the muscled young man laying on him, and he fell slack as he drifted off to sleep…
-
Adrien woke with a scream, knees rising and knocking together as his thighs enclosed around Luka’s head as his cock spurt out onto his tummy.
His boyfriend had been eating him out while he was asleep, and a second (third?) pussygasm had shaken him awake.
“Ohhh…ohhhh, God-” Adrien mewled, muscles twitching as he regained control of his body, thighs tilting open, his hands going between to spread his well-loved and abused cunt with his fingers, his slit twitching with sensitivity as it pulsed. “A-again, Babe, fuck my pussy again~!”
Luka sat up licking his lips and tasting Adrien’s slick alongside his own cum, stroking his cock and slapping it against Adrien’s sensitive clit, making the blonde’s breath hitch. “You really know how to make a birthday memorable, Kitty,” Luka smirked, pressing into the other’s loosened, silken hole.
They would not be leaving the bedroom for a long while.
-
It was noon on October 14th by the time they crawled out of the bedroom for food and water. By then, all of Adrien’s birthday undies were soiled or torn, and they both desperately needed a shower.
‘We need a bigger place…’ Adrien thought as he sat in the coffin-like shower, only having enough space to turn around basically.
Luka had already gone ahead on Adrien’s insistence. If Adrien had gone first, no doubt Luka would slip in just to watch him scrub…Honestly, he still might be watching through the shadows.
But whatever. As long as he wasn’t taking up space in this tiny bathroom so he could dry off and dress comfortably.
Clean, dry and dressed, he stepped back out onto the top deck and made a beeline for where he saw Luka, lounged in their hammock.
Adrien collapsed in next to him, and comfortably snuggled up. “Ask your questions.” He yawned as he nestled in.
“What was the wish you made, exactly?”
“I wished I was intersex with a fully functioning female genitalia while also keeping my male parts.”
“Are you fertile?”
“No. I also included a ‘without ovaries’ and ‘without a period’ in the wish. It’s basically a self-lubricating hole to fuck without having to worry about prepping or my diet all the time.”
“What was the cost you had to pay?”
“I requested that a baby that would’ve been a girl in the country with the best pediatric medical ward in the world would be born without genitals. I also included some extras.”
“Like?”
“Depth, so I could fit your monster dick in without dying, and sensitivity. I heard girls can orgasm multiple times and I wanted to try it out.”
“...Did you?”
“I lost count, so yes.”
“Last question: I love pussy, I am going to be begging you for quick fucks everywhere now that you have it, but…”
“Yes, you may still fuck my ass, just remember we have to schedule that shit.”
“How does…after a date today sound?” Luka offered. “I was thinking we could go for a swim somewhere. We could do Mexico again?”
“I’m more surprised you have any energy left,” Adrien snorted. “Not today, Babe. My pussy is so goddamn sore. I don’t even wanna move.”
Luka chuckled slightly, shifting to pull Adrien into a more comfortable position. “Okay, no more today…one more question?”
“Mmn?”
“How would you feel…about possibly misusing the Mouse Miraculous?”
The Mouse? Why would Luka want to use the power of Multipul-
Adrien inhaled slightly as the obvious thought zapped through his brain. “...I’m open to it. After I get used to having a pussy though. File it away for my birthday.”
Luka grinned, fist thrusting into the air. “Yes~!! DP!”
He smacked a kiss onto Adrien’s head, still smiling like a kid in a candy store as he settled down to enjoy the snuggles.
They’d have Adrien’s birthday at their private compound in Italy.