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Part 11 of Epitaph. Am I heard?
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Don't Bet On It

Summary:

A part of them hoped he didn't notice, in fear of making this lovely time they were spending together turn awkward. But another, hungrier one, wished more than anything that he had, and perhaps.. that they could do something about it.

"🫵🤏😛👋👆." (Your little guy is greeting me.)

꥟꥟꥟

It felt... Weird. He couldn't tell exactly what it was. Good? Unfamiliar.

Until it didn't.

Until Chance made a mistake.

 

Or
Taph and Chance get FREAKYY until the 😨

Notes:

Sorry for the mess, my head is messy rn

Also!! If you're a minor, please don't leave freaky comments like "I'm busting/I came/etc", if you're an adult idgaf what you say to me pretty much

Other than that just say whatever, I'll tell you if anything makes me uncomfortable (highly unlikely, rest assured)

WARNING: okay so Taph has a little freakout and idk how to tag it but if you're sensitive/triggered to sudden aversion to sexual actions or something like that please tread carefully ☹️☹️☹️

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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It was a calm night, the harshest thing being the winds stiffly brushing through the forest. The lights had grown dim, an indication that it was now night time in this realm where the sun never showed, and the survivors should've been asleep.

Keyword: should've.

Chance was laying with their back on the bed, arms raised to be squished between their head and the pillow. Taph, who's room they were currently in, rested his head on their chest, curled up by their side as he calmly listened to the rhythm of their heartbeat. His cloak and robes were discarded hours ago along with Chance's jacket and tie, thrown somewhere on his desk, useless in the safety of his cabin.

There was a certain tension in the air that neither had yet acknowledged aloud, a hungry one that took form and swirled in their guts. Both of them had chosen to ignore it in favor of not disturbing the other. Until Taph's eyes ventured lower than they appropriately should have, and they noticed a little something hinting at a future similar to the fantasies that currently ran through his mind.

Chance felt a tap on his chest, and they turned their head down to look at Taph, cheeks burning pink at the sudden sensation of something hard in their pants. Something that was connected to them, reacting to secret desires about the person currently stuck to their side. A part of them hoped he didn't notice, in fear of making this lovely time they were spending together turn awkward. But another, hungrier one, wished more than anything that he had, and perhaps.. that they could do something about it.

"🫵🤏😛👋👆." (Your little guy is greeting me.) Taph visibly held back a giggle at his own phrasing, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he innocently looked up at Chance. He knew exactly what he was seeing, but he did not feel like admitting it right away. It was almost like a part of him was... Ashamed? The feeling was far away and vague, so he didn't pay it too much mind.

"Oh that, heh..." Chance's hand shot to grab the coin in their pocket, frantically flipping it a few times. Heads, tails, tails. Aw man, what? Whatever, one win is enough, they'll go for it. "Of course little guy is greeting the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid my eyes upon. Is he bothering you, my king?"

Though their uncertainty was well hidden behind their poker face, it did not slip past Taph that there was hesitance behind their words.

"🚫. ↩️, 👆🤔." (No, he's not. Quite the opposite, I'd say.) Chance slowly moved their arm to wrap around Taph, resting just lower than the usual spot at his back.

Taph wasn't too sure about making bolder moves yet either, so he settled for the next best thing, and let his hand slip low and fiddle with Chance's belt, noting how their breathing changed slightly. The coin flew in the air thrice more. Heads, heads, and- the coin fell onto the floor with a piercing clink, Chance forgetting all about it once Taph shifted to push closer to them. Their breath hitched, and they felt like the luckiest person in the world in that moment.

"Would you like to, uh... Y'know.." Their hand trailed further until it finally stopped at the dip of Taph's waist, the touch feeding a confusing mix of need and something else in Taph's stomach. A weird, warm combination he could not yet decipher, but it should be fine.

"🫵?" (Would you?) The belt was abandoned, Taph's hand reaching for the next spot to hold onto. That happened to be Chance's thigh, and they liked it, very apparent by the mad red blush spread on their face and the twitch of their dick. Taph was overjoyed at drawing out such reactions from the gambler, especially since they seemed to enjoy experiencing them too.

Hopefully they were both about to enjoy another pleasant experience soon...

"A-Absolutely, yeah- but only if you also want to." Chance coughed away their verbal fumble, turning their body to face Taph's and shyly pressing up against him. The demolitionist's peculiarity with physical touch was a matter Chance was well aware of, so they did their best to go slow and steady, giving Taph as many opportunities to communicate his dislike as possible. They'd never forgive themself if they somehow ever made Taph feel uncomfortable. "Do you?"

A pair of hands wondered over their body gently, carefully, as if they were memorizing every piece and part of them by sight alone. In a way, it was similar to someone memorizing a map before walking those same roads. One hand lightly rested on Chance's firm chest, noticing the way it rose and fell at a pace only slightly off, the other rubbed circles on their lower back with it's thumb. They could very well compare what they felt with how they assumed melting to feel like, though this was much more metaphorical and pleasant. Taph nodded, and they had to use all their strength not to squeal like a dying kettle from excitement.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind me..." They swiftly pushed Taph on his back, straddling his lap in that same motion. Each of their hands were placed on each side of Taph's head, carefully set so as not to accidentally pull any of Taph's hair. Something he had a lot of, inconveniently for their situation. But Chance would do anything for him, and that included being careful, a trait rarely ever associated with them. They smirked down at a flustered Taph with their usual confidence rushing through their veins. "Doing this?"

Taph turned his head to the side, he could only assume it was as blushed as it felt warm. Now that they were in this much more suggestive position, they realized that a bit of clearer communication was in order.

"So... What would you like to do? Do you want me to top, or should we start by just touchin' an' rubbin' and figure it out on the way?" They used one hand to cup Taph's cheek, gently turning his head to look him in the eyes. "Have you done anything like this before?"

Taph shook his head, negative, quickly looking away afterwards. Maybe they had some room to make a few mistakes, Chance thought, although by no means did that mean they wouldn't try their damn hardest to make Taph's first time one to remember. They didn't have much experience under their belt either, or rather they didn't have a variety of it, considering that Itrapped was the only person they had ever been with. For obvious reasons, they pushed that thought aside.

"No problem at all. We can just, uh, try the things you like to do when masturbating and branch off of that!" Their jaw dropped when they saw Taph awkwardly look farther to the side, scratching their neck with one hand as if to say "Well, about that...". There was simply no way that man was in his 20s and had never touched himself, they just couldn't believe it.

"Have you not- ever?"

"🤣🚫👆, ☝️👆😰. 🤗👆✔️, ☝️... 🚫💯. 😔." (Don't make fun of me, but I was scared. It's not like I've never touched myself at all, just... Never properly did it or ever... Finished. I'm sorry.) Taph covered his face with his hands, ashamed.

"What are you apologizing for, it's okay! We'll figure it out, together." Chance held onto Taph's hands with their own, bringing his head closer until their lips connected with the fingertips on his forehead. They peppered sweet kisses all over their covered face, until Taph was a giggly mess. His sounds were as intoxicating to Chance as the kisses were for him, gentle warmth blooming between them stronger than before. Eventually, he playfully pushed Chance's offensive lips away and uncovered his face, returning to their subject at hand. Or... At pants? Stop me.

"Would you be okay with me touching you? Or eating you out?" Their legs were starting to hurt, so they sat down on Taph, careful not to fall on them and possibly crushing them. The erection in their pants struggled against the fabric, but they would not rush Taph— until they knew if he was okay with it or not, at least. Having the grayscale person on him caused something to coil strongly in his stomach, a pinch of desire.

"🚫👅⬇️🙏." (No mouth to genital stuff, I'm sorry.) Taph felt a little pit of shame stir in his stomach, but he wasn't sure of what. Shame was a common unexplainable feeling for him, so he had assumed it might've been from simple things that made equally as little to no sense, such as existing and setting boundaries. What if Chance liked doing oral stuff? And he was denying them what they liked? That was selfish, he wanted to give them as much as they would want to give him and even more.

'So the aversion to mouth touching isn't just about kissing, noted. Must be the autism.' they thought, not minding it at all.

"Got it, no oral stuff! I can try something else. Can I touch you?" Chance asked again, making sure they had consent for each big step of the way. Smaller steps could be consented nonverbally, but Chance would still make sure along the way with what they know about Taph, and also asking him.

"👍, ☝️🤗👇, 🙏." (Yes, just touching for now, please.) Taph hesitated before shyly adding, after a brief moment of consideration. "☝️👆👅..." (Although I wouldn't mind trying...)

Not only had Chance seen that bold and clear despite their signing being vague on purpose, it nearly caused their brain to short-circuit on the spot. By the heights, this man was going to be the end of them, except unlike the last time this was such a case, they might just let him. Their cock ached under the restrictions of their clothes, but they set their personal needs aside for now in favor of making Taph comfortable first and foremost.

They slowly moved lower until they could slip their body between Taph's legs, giving Taph ample time to object while effectively turning the tables on him. Taph seemed slightly uncertain, but disregarded that as just not being used to this position yet. Their erection was lightly pressed up against Taph's clothed hole, but instead of grinding on him, they decided to take a smaller step by reaching a hand to rub his now sensitive spot instead.

They use three fingers to gently massage Taph's slit over his clothes, eyes locked onto the man beneath them to absorb any reaction they could draw out of him. They noticed his breathing grow heavier as he tried to maintain his composure, his eyes looking around the room while he tried to understand what his body was trying to communicate to him. The urge to shut his legs closed was strong, but he kept them open, even spreading them open slightly wider in order to give Chance more access.

Chance was... They were almost certain that they'd never won anything in their life able to rival the prize that was Taph. The way he not only didn't back away from them, but also offered more of himself to Chance made their heart melt. He could ask for anything, and they would comply without any complaints.

Most people think that prizes were just some item you get to keep after winning a game, but for Chance, the experience was better than any award they could be given. And above that, was winning in itself. Simply put, Taph was Chances greatest victory, and they hoped their feelings were reciprocated. Though, they figured that question would be answered soon enough.

Their motions are deliberate, fingers slowly rubbing across Taph's folds. Up and down repetitively, but never moving deeper—the cloth would've stopped them anyway. Chance never took their eyes off of Taph, even when they looked away from his face, they remained studying his body for any signals whatsoever. Taph was fighting to hold back his odd breathing, clearly the unfamiliar sensations were doing something to him, and Chance would make sure that something is good.

They change their strategy, now rubbing in circular motions rather than linear, yet remaining gentle and careful. The fabric around the area started to dampen, but Taph did not seem to mind, so neither did they. In fact, they were elated, so much so that they almost came right then and there. For a brief moment, they considered removing Taph's pants in favor of allowing him to feel the actions more—and saving them from further absorbing Taphs fluids—but that was set aside for later, just in case he wasn't ready yet. Chance keeps his focus on Taph's face now, noticing how he had a hand cupping his cheek, his eyebrows lightly scrunched towards the center of his forehead while his eyes were intently watching Chance's every move. They had learned to know that this meant Taph was uncertain, holding himself as he processed new things.

However, he hadn't rejected their touch yet.

Rubbing lower kept up the uneven breathing from Taph, but once Chance wondered higher up, specifically over a sensitive bundle of nerves, Taph gasped. Out of habit, he immediately tried to shut his legs closed, but was stopped by Chance still hovering between them.

They sucked up every little reaction Taph would give them as they kept going, every weak gasp and hitch of his breath as he tried to handle the sudden new sensation. They keep observing meticulously, staying on the lookout for any negative furrow of his brows, subtle frown or sign of Taph's body communicating his dislike at Chance's ministrations.

A new idea pops into their head, and they go right for it—using two fingers to grab hold of Taph's clit and giving it a light squeeze before attempting to roll it between their fingers more roughly, only being hindered by the fabric of his pants. The attempt was successful regardless, and Taph could've sworn he saw the stars he so loved to stare at in the night for a moment, his instincts urging him to snap his knees together from the sudden bolt of pleasure. His chest rises up and down at a faster degree than usual, but that wasn't necessarily a bad sign in this situation.

Apprehension presented as tension in his body, he had felt unsure throughout this entire experience so far, but he was now starting to relax under Chance's touch. Though Taph failed to notice a mild sickening feeling stirring in his gut, barely there, but cunning, as if preparing to strike. It spread like nausea, but he chose to ignore it, not wanting to ruin the moment for his partner.

His legs shift uncomfortably, joints growing tired from being spread open for so long, even if not by much. Chance noticed, and took down two birds with one stone as they moved from between Taph's legs over to kneel on his side, close to his chest, giving him room to shut them closed if he wanted, but also move—and open—them with much more freedom.

Disappointment left Taph in the sound of a sigh escaping his lips at the temporary loss of the touch, along with an odd feeling of relief he did not acknowledge, he used this short break to think. He remembered the erection in Chances pants, neglected thus far, though it hadn't left his mind for long. Never having experienced anything besides writing and images, Taph wasn't really sure what to do to help Chance, though he certainly couldn't leave them hanging. Now that their crotch was within easier reach, Taph extended an arm to cup over Chances dick, feeling it push against the constraints of their clothes.

With the real deal right in front of him, he couldn't help but feel somewhat intimidated. Tried and true, he knew for sure that Chance would never force him to do anything he didn't want, but somewhere deep in his chest, fear had stuck it's roots long ago. A groan of pleasure stopped his thoughts right on their tracks, shifting his focus on what's important.

He had to try and pleasure Chance back.

"Y-you don't have to do anything to me, honestly. Just letting me do this to you will be enough." Chance spoke through ragged breaths, it was almost too easy to get the gambler riled up. They reached down to press a soft kiss on Taph's forehead, trying to reassure him. Taph retracted his hand to sign.

"☝️👆🤲🫵🟰🫵🤲👆." (But I want to give to you as you give to me.) Taph slid the same hand to Chance's thigh, not going for their crotch again, but implying that he would if they wanted him to.

"Well, in that case... You can keep going, but only if you want to okay?" They gave Taph's cheek a quick peck, reaching a hand to cup his jaw and rub it in soothing motions. "We can focus on me some other time, right now I want you to focus on yourself. We've got time."

Taph nodded, but did not remove his hand from it's new home on Chance's thigh. They reached lower once more, though this time their hand lingered on the waistband of Taph's pants. A few purposeful tugs at it asked for permission, and Taph could tell Chance was looking at him without returning the eye contact, his eyes stayed glued to the implying scene.

He took a moment to consider. The thought of Chance reaching under the clothes, his shield from the outside world and it's prying eyes... It caused fear to spread its wicked vines all over him. But on the other hand, he wanted to take that step, both to satisfy his own curiosity, and for Chance. Maybe, just maybe, the alarm bells screaming somewhere distant inside him were false, it wouldn't be the first time. He could do it, for Chance.

With a firm nod as his answer, Taph watched as Chance's hand slithered under his clothes, below the cloth of his pants and underwear at once. Their other hand reached and lowered the two articles of clothing down to reach just under Taphs bits. Their fingers traced a vague path as they ventured lower and lower, until they made contact with Taphs slit. Chance let his palm rest over Taphs folds, now much gentler without the protective layer of fabric to defend the sensitive skin.

Slowly, they began from the start, but advanced at a faster pace now that they had gotten a taste of Taphs reactions. They rubbed Taphs folds gently before letting one finger snuggle between them, centering the pressure in a specific part of their hand that pressed on Taphs clit. Their fingers were moved to circle that sweet spot, eagerly massaging the nub and sending sparks of pleasure all throughout Taphs body.

Taph gasped at the strange feeling. Practically, it wasn't all that different from before, but now that the contact was directly skin to skin, it felt much bolder and much more... intimate than before. His skin felt oddly warmer than before, though under it, cold had started to manifest.

Chance, not seeing any sign of protest, kept going with a steady pace. They circled Taphs clit, changing the direction of their touches every so often so that Taph would get used enough to the feeling to be comfortable, but not so much that it'd seem awfully repetitive.

If Taph would describe how he felt, wordlessly as any words slipped away the moment they were put together, he'd say that it was an assortment of colors, splatters of feelings. Mainly the blues of gentle seas or welcoming skies, with the speckles of pure white stars. This was better than anything he had done in the lonely company of himself, however he still struggled to understand exactly how he felt.

It felt... Weird. He couldn't tell exactly what it was. Good? Unfamiliar.

Until it didn't.

Until Chance made a mistake. They had accidentally let one of their fingers slip past Taphs folds, and poke at his hole as if about to bury itself inside him, not thinking anything of it.

Really, it wasn't their fault, neither of them could've predicted this, neither of them would've expected this. It was all going so well, perhaps too much.

Eyes, there were eyes everywhere, even though he couldn't see them, he knew they were there. Not a single part of him was outside of view, despite most of him still being decent. They mocked, and reached— gluttonous gazes trying to eat up every centimeter of him they could grab onto, ready to rip and tear as they saw fit.

He felt his skin burn, the same way it did when he was touched while not wanting to be, like a lingering view of something that wasn't supposed to be looked at. The hands that touched him were no longer as welcome, even if he wanted them to be, his mind thought otherwise.

He froze.

His mind was overwhelmed, he wanted it to stop—or that's what he pieced together from the little blurs of messages his body sent—but it felt so good at the same time, he craved more. The conflict in his head grew louder, but he didn't understand any of the sounds he heard. It was so noisy, and he was starting to freak out.

He felt his body being touched, or more accurately, he felt the itch and skin crawling sensation of unexpected touch. A nauseating feeling festered deep in his gut, but also spread inside his veins, nesting in his chest and buzzing in his heat. Suddenly, the room felt much colder, causing a chill to run up his spine, making the urge to throw up everything inside him much stronger.

It felt... Violating.

He wanted it to stop. But he couldn't bring himself to move. His body had stiffened in place, every centimeter of him full of tension. He didn't know what to do.

"..aph....ou oka...? Hey..." The words barely registered, but once they did, Taph looked up to find Chance hovering above him, hand retracted, eyes wide with fear and eyebrows furrowed with concern. Guilt started to manifest within the cacophony of everything else.

"...Taph?" Their voice was incredibly sweet, it almost made him sicker than he felt. He weakly nodded in acknowledgement, not trusting himself to string words into sentences at the moment.

Taph moved his hands away from his face—when had he brought them there?—and back to Chances thigh, but they interrupted the path by taking them into his own.

"Forget about that. Taph, what's wrong?" They pleaded.

He could only shake his head before he felt the sting of tears in his eyes, queueing up to spill upon being given initiative. Shame coiled in his gut, too warm and disgusting. Just like him.

"Taph?" Chance's hold loosened just slightly. Taph looked at them, feeling words jump around in his mind, and disappear just as quickly. None of them seemed to stick, he simply did not know what happened. He did not know to explain what troubled him, because he did not know what was making him feel so... filthy.

"...🚫🔍." (...I don't know.) His hands shook as he did too, quickly pulling his pants up, though that did little to calm the raging tides inside him. The storm of feelings and emotions inside his head which he could not reach, did they even belong to him? "☹️. 🙏☹️." (Sorry. I'm so sorry.)

"No, no, no, don't say that. It's not your fault." Chance leaned closer, bringing Taph into a tight hug. Warm, secure. He couldn't discern the zaps and sparks clearly enough to know if it worked, but he did not pull away.

In the end, they stayed like that for what felt like hours, but couldn't be more than a long couple of minutes. Taph held back tears with all his might, whether they be from an undiscovered source, or the frustration the formers existence created. He felt awful for how his body reacted, even though he knew nothing could've prevented it.

Chance couldn't care less about stopping their activities, yet Taph still felt as if he was depriving them of something they wanted. One day, he decided, he would manage to go through with this. One day, he'd be able to.

One day, it wouldn't just be a wish thought to the void.

But tonight, they would lay in bed, safe in each others arms. One dreamt of happier days, where they'd be able to be together outside of this nightmare, they dreamt of the day where the other wouldn't be plagued by all that he was. The other did not succumb to slumber as easily as he thought he should, the presence of the other feeling rather foreign to him.

Eventually, it was as if a switch was flipped inside his head, he zoned back in, away from the garbled noise of his thoughts, remembering he was in the loving embrace of his partner. He was safe, they always made sure of it.

If there was one thing certain, it would be them being there. As ironic as that was to think about the gambler.

But it made sense, you don't bet what you'd never want to lose.

Notes:

Sorry the ending part is probably so bad I might rewrite it but PLEASE SHARE YOUR OPINION CRITICISM ANYTHING AT ALL IM BEGGING

Ah right how did I forget the part where I yap and overshare about my personal experiences? This is partly a ventfic after all...

So obviously I've never been with anyone sexually, and from what I've (attempted to) done to myself this is what I assume will happen if the wrong me is present. I assume this is partly gender dysphoria, partly my screwed perception of these sorts of things due to early (and bad) exposure to NSFW

(TW) Now getting more personal, I literally cannot guarantee nothing weird happened to me when I was a child and it bothers me a lot. I don't remember enough, have had weird behavior as a child (but not weird enough if that makes sense), plus my parents were really neglectful and (carefree?) so I probably wouldn't have told anyone so I'm doomed (unless any memories resurface) (Sorry, I had to tell this to someone, even if it's just strangers or the void)

Haha, fun./s

Why did I add this part? Remember that warning at the start? Yeah, idk if it comes across as consequences of certain experiences and yeah (can someone else come take over man I'm unsure about everything I feel like the people will burn me at the stake for any little thing okay thanks please I beg)

Anyway what else um... I'll probably write one of these with a happy ending one day, maybye probably idk probably not until I experience it myself? I'll see (because it'll take yearss)

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