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Snowball never loses. He always comes out on top, and he does whatever it takes to make sure of that. Except for that one time where he did lose, and now he has to go through with the promise he made if he did.

It’s not like he THOUGHT he’d lose. After all, Snowball always wins. Except for this one time where he did, so now, does he always win? Or does he only win most of the time? Pointless to dwell on that. He was so confident in himself, absolutely sure he wouldn’t lose, but he did. And now he has to do it. He has to go through with it.

It was just a dumb bet. It was like 1 o’clock in the morning and they were both absolutely wasted. Eraser challenged him, he wanted to see who could break into the public pool first. Obviously Snowball took him up on this offer. The pool wasn’t guarded at all and you could pick the locks pretty easily. Yet from the sheer drunkenness they were both under, Snowball couldn’t get into it first. Pretty harmless, he lost a stupid bet, so what? “So what” is that Eraser’s side of the bet was:

“If I get in first, you have to fuck Woody, bro.”

Okay, so, here he was now. He barely even spoke to Woody. Sure, they’ve had some interactions here and there ever since Blocky started bringing him with the rest of the group, but he wouldn’t consider himself so much as acquainted with him. 

Woody wasn’t the kind of guy he’d get down with. Hell, he didn’t even really like him. Snowball definitely wasn’t known for admiring the weak, and Woody was, inarguably, one of the weakest ones here. He only put up with his existence cause Blocky liked him, so surely he had SOME redeeming quality. Or maybe Blocky just has terrible taste, who knows.

How he was going to tell Woody that he has to fuck him was beyond him. Snowball couldn’t just go up to him and say “Hey dude, I lost a bet so now I have to fuck you.” Anyways, Woody could literally just say no and he’d be out of this. Maybe he should be that blunt about it. They can’t force Woody to get with him, after all.

So, with as much courage as he could feign, he walked up to Woody

“Hey, uh,” He started. And that’s where he finished, too.

“Yeah, your bet?” Woody let out. “Eraser told me.” As much as he tried to hide it, Woody’s face was practically glowing red.

Snowball wasn’t sure what to say. Of all reactions he expected this weakling could have, that wasn’t one of them. So he just got back to the point.

“Yeah, just go ahead and tell me ‘no, I don’t wanna fuck you’ so I can tell Eraser you said that and you can forget all about it,” Snowball sighed. He was also starting to feel a little red. It’s not every day you have to confront someone that you bet on having sex with them.

Seems like Woody wasn’t interested in letting him off his bet easily.

The crescent’s fallen on the night sky, ready to voyeur this act that the two would find some way to forget about. Woody sat on the bed, it was cold like nobody used it. Snowball didn’t stay in his room for too long, preferring to go out and actually engage with the world than stay locked up playing video games until 4 a.m. like his loser friends did. The atmosphere, on the contrary, was hotter than the sun.

Neither of them were particularly excited to be doing this. If Snowball had the ability to turn back time, he’d tell Eraser that breaking into the pool was stupid and his bet was even more stupid. Woody was questioning his impulsive decision to actually go through with this, but it was already happening, so he saw no point in turning back.

Snowball took the zipper on Woody’s jeans in his hands, pulling it down. He was particularly warm, able to feel the heat radiating off of him. It was so obvious this guy’s never gotten laid just based on how heavy he was breathing from something as simple as having his pants taken off.

Snowball put his hand on Woody’s crotch, bringing it up and down rhythmically. It was honestly a little pathetic how little time it took for him to start heaving. He was about as wet as that swimming pool that, fuck, Snowball should’ve never went near. It didn’t last for long, Snowball picked his hand back up and grabbed the waistband of Woody’s underwear, pulling it off with almost no hesitation. He was not interested in taking his time, and would rather get it over with.

Woody went to repeat the action with Snowball’s, just to be met with his wrist being grabbed and placed back down. Seems like he’s not too fond of being touched the same way. He looked up at the disgruntled man towering over him, into his hazeley-purple eyes. Those eyes looked back, and Woody swore he’d caught a glint of something that said Snowball was getting a bit more curious than he’d let him see.

Snowball grabbed his thighs and thrust him forward into position so suddenly that the smaller one let out an involuntary yelp. All it took was another few seconds, and Snowball’s tip penetrated him. He let out a gasp, both from the unanticipated time it took and how cold his cock was. Snowball was a little shell-shocked himself. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting this to feel like, but it definitely wasn’t what he was feeling now.

He thrust into Woody, a rhythmic in-and-out that had the caramel blond breathless for a second, but managed to get it back. His hips rocked with Snowball’s movements, and left him with a feeling of being both filled to the brim and newly empty at the same time. Kind of like the author’s computer does when it gets restarted once every 5 months.

The bare thigh-on-thigh feeling was extremely difficult to handle. They were both burning hot, something that came as a surprise for Snowball. They’d practically just started, and now he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last. Being inside Woody wasn’t something Snowball ever even imagined.

He picked up the pace, which made Woody begin to whimper. As soon as he noticed, Woody put his hand over his mouth. Completely useless, since Snowball pulled his hand right back onto the sheets without noticing. The smaller man was dripping wet, trying his best, yet unsuccessfully, to keep his composure. The rhythm, the pace, the spots he was hitting, it was all unbearable.

The warmth around his cock was unbearably good. If not for the other glaringly obvious signs, the tightness would’ve told him Woody was a virgin. It had Snowball panting, but the smaller man’s poor attempts at hiding his pleasure is what began to drive him over the edge. It was so pathetic, but weirdly gave Snowball the gratification that he was achieving something. As if making a coward like this cum was any difficult task.

With that last thought, Snowball shoved himself as deep as he could inside Woody, letting out some grunt-moan mixture. It was too good. Embarrassing. How could this wimp make him cum like that? But he wasn’t the only one to climax. Not long after did Snowball’s now messy rhythm make Woody cry out in pleasure. His eyes were anywhere but forward, like he couldn’t bear to look at the bigger man that allowed him to make such a sound.

The clarity of mind that came after was relieving. Snowball took a second to catch his breath and think about what just happened. Not that it lasted very long. Clearly, his mind wasn’t so clear, since he decided he wasn’t finished yet.

Snowball flipped Woody over onto his back, starting the process all over again. He didn’t even get a chance to process the sudden position change before Snowball thrust back into him. This time he got no slower pace to latch on to. The curly-haired man immediately threw himself as deep as he could into Woody. It wasn’t even a muffled moan anymore. He had the shorter one loudly whining in overwhelming pleasure, grasping the sheets to keep himself in place. Tears started to form in his eyes, not from pain, but from just how unbearably good he felt.

Snowball started to match Woody’s sounds, panting and shaking from the amazing feeling he’d been enduring. He tried his best to keep his pace in check, a consistent in, out; in, out that made Woody whimper. It took much less time than before for Snowball to climax. The same final thrust in, the one that sent the blond one over the edge as well.

Snowball pulled out, his cock drenched in cum and lube. He took a moment longer than before to think. He didn’t know if he had it in him for a round three. Instead, he decided on something else. Snowball grabbed Woody and flipped him onto his back as he originally was.

“Snowball..,” Woody panted, “hold on, I-”

He was cut off, not by more penetration, but something else. The bigger man knelt down and put his tongue onto the smaller man’s clit. He gasped in shock, not expecting him to do that. Snowball swirled his tongue around on him. It left Woody speechless for a second, serving to build up the loud whine he let out. Fuck, that felt good.

His sounds only encouraged Snowball to keep it up. He’d pause, swirl his tongue around, and pause again. There was just barely enough time for Woody to recollect himself after each circle, letting him slowly build up to climax. Eventually, Snowball took his index and middle finger and inserted them into his hole. Not helping his composure.

All it took was a few thrusts of his fingers before Woody came. He convulsed, letting out a final mercy-begging whimper that Snowball wasn’t willing to offer. The bigger man could feel the trap and release around his fingers that paired with the smaller one’s caught breaths.

Woody was sensitive beyond reason at this point. Just a slight touch could make him let out moans that begged for more. Luckily for him (and unluckily for his shaking body), Snowball still had one more round to go.

This time, Snowball picked him up off the bed, and turned him so his back faced him. Woody’s legs quivered, barely able to hold his weight. Snowball grabbed his hips and pushed his cock up against his ass, positioning himself.

“S-snowball-” he whined, to no avail. He would not get the break he couldn’t properly word to ask for anyways. Snowball pushed himself into the man again, a thrust harder than anything before. He brought his hand over the smaller one’s clit and rubbed him, no intention of mercy. Woody practically wailed in pleasure, no part of him left untouched. Anywhere he could, he burned red with delight.

Snowball wasn’t too far off from him. He whined a little himself, Woody’s hole burning around his rock-hard cock. He thrusted so deep into the man, he wondered if he’d been penetrating his cervix. He pushed in, pulled out, a cycle he wished he could never end. It was good, too good. The way Woody had to push himself against him just to stay standing; his whimpers and yelps that told him he needed more, the warmth on every portion of his body. All of it was too much for Snowball to handle.

He finally let himself cum again. He pushed in, letting himself release, moaning a loud whine that made the blond one cum subsequent. Woody pushed back onto Snowball, which made the both of them pant in pleasure, Woody’s louder from the climax he was experiencing. Both of them gave each other the chance to calm down.

Neither of them had it in them for another go. Even Snowball was struggling to stand straight. Woody threw himself onto the bed, not really voluntarily; his legs just finally gave out. Snowball followed, lying down next to him. After a moment of silence, Snowball asked.

“So, we’re never gonna talk about this, right?”

“Yeah, um, no,” Woody answered.