okay guys . qpac tied up with his legs open being nade to wacth qmike riding qfit (on a leash and qmike is on control of course <3) and he canr touc hinself and after qfit finish inside of qmike she sits on qpac face while qfit can eat him ouy btw if you even care ,,
okay i know that pac only posted that because of something on his stream of having to post the first chat or something like that but fit response ?? i hate them so much goddddd
oh god now i camt stop thinking about ccpac on a playboy bunny outfit .. /pos
he would look so cute on It all blushed and shy <3 i NEED to see that man whining and moaning loudly wearing that thing or something similar ☝️☝️
omg. thats cute. he should have a little tail plug thru a slit in the suit that he wags around until the ppl in chat make him take it out. and then sit on a big fat dildo that was a special gift from fit and cry as it stretches him out to the point that he has to cancel stream the next day cause he can't sit. he sends the sex discord cute pictures of his sore and bruised ass as he lays in bed the next day. everyone promises to get over there asap just to make it worse !!!
kicks a rock. okay here. theres no logic dont question ghe logic
Pac huffed before turning over in the hotel bed he was currently staying in. Beautiful, sinful Las Vegas shone outside the floor to ceiling windows. He couldn't sleep. It had been a wonderful day. Chock full of laughter and new memories. There was absolutely nothing that should have been gnawing at his gut but there was.
He turned over again before sighing deeply and sitting up. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he curled into himself by wrapping his arms around his shins.
The colored lights of the city inched across his sheets as he simply stared down at the lonely expanse of his bed. He didn't want to be alone but meu deus, the things that he wanted from the person he wanted to be with were unholy.
Keeping himself calm all day had been a chore. Fit was… he looked too good. Strong laughter, that bright smile. It was nearly too much to bear. Pac had no idea how he had made it through the day without exploding.
Fit had been so casual, touching his arms and shoulders. They had bumped into each other in crowded hallways as the rest of the server members at the meet up brushed past them. Laughing. Oblivious to the tension inside of Pac.
Fit hugged him like he never wanted to let go. Pac wanted to punch something.
There was pressure building in him as he simply continued to stare down at that damn hotel blanket. The last night of this stupid trip. Tomorrow morning he would be on his way back to his home. All alone. He slid off the bed before he even realized what he was doing. His phone's dim light told him it was two am.
He texted Quackity.
what room is fit in
uhhh 253 i thjnk why
nothing dw thx
???
Pac couldn't be bothered to respond. All he could do was slip on pajama pants and leave his room to its deadly silence.
Fit's room was easy to find but it was locked. Of course it was locked. This was a hotel what had Pac been thinking.
But unfortunately, or thankfully depending on how you looked at the situation, it wasn't a keycard lock. It was a simple lock and key which meant…
Which meant a paperclip on the ground turned into a paper clip being bent and turned into a keyhole. His breath was heavy and loud in the silence of the hallway but the click of the door was even louder. It swung open.
The room was nearly identical to his own. Soft blue walls made the environment and this situation itself so much more calming than it should have been. At the end of the hallway was the openness of the living room and double doors. Pac settled his hands against the cool wood of the doors and took a deep breath before pushing them open.
A king sized bed didn't even take up half of the room but it was all Pac could focus on. Or rather the man laying out on the bed that he couldn't take his eyes off. He was facing the opposite wall but the defined muscles of his back were more than enough of a distraction. Every step felt like a hundred until hours later, or maybe a blink of an eye, he finally reached the bed.
Fit wasn't awake and the fact made Pac hesitate. Was he really about to do this?
As Fit rolled over in bed the blanket pooled around his hips, just barely revealing the deep lines above his crotch. If Pac hadn't been already ready to jump his bones that would have done it.
He leaned over the bed, his hands sinking into the soft mattress as he got close to Fit's face.
"Fitch. Fitch." The "tch" syllable slid out in the whisper, even stronger than normal. "Fitchie," he hissed louder, reaching one hand up to shake the man's shoulder.
His eyes flew open as he bolted up, nearly knocking into Pac's face. "Pac? What? Are you okay?"
Pac hesitated, his gaze sliding down Fit's body unintentionally. "No. I'm not okay. I need help."
Fit sat up further, gathering the blanket in his lap with one hand to cover himself. "I got you. What do you need?"
Pac hesitated again, staring into Fit's concerned hazel eyes. Guilt twinged in him for making Fit so concerned over nothing but the overwhelming feeling boiling up inside of him pushed that aside. "I need you.”
Fit's expression stayed the same. “I'm right here.”
“I need to ride you.”
Fit's eyes instantly darkened as his mouth fell open in surprise. "You're joking," he said in a timid voice.
"No, I'm not," Pac said more confidently, raising his leg up to swing it over Fit and settling into his lap. Fit settled back against the headboard instantly, still looking up at him with amazement.
"Please?" he let the neediness he was feeling bleed into every corner of his tone. "Please."
Fit's hands came up to grab at Pac's hips, dip under the fabric of his pajamas. "Yes. God, yes. A million times over, yes."
Pac grinned, a growing warm feeling thrumming in his chest. He took Fit's face gently in his hands and kissed him. Fit kissed back so sweetly that it almost felt like they were on cotton candy skies instead of in a hotel in Vegas. Almost. The hard bulge pressing against his own kept him present and in the moment. Pac kissed him harder, slotting their lips together trying to push in as close as he could possibly get.
Fit grabbed desperately and blindly up, before getting his hands in Pac's hair. Pac smiled against his lips, dipping his body in closer, pressing them their bodies together.
They were gasping and panting against each other lips between kisses, desperate for breath but more desperate for each other.
Fit broke off the kiss with a gasp, hands still threading through Pac's hair. "Wait, how did you find my hotel room?"
Pac giggled. "Shut up." He pulled him in by the shirt to kiss him again.
Fit groaned, his hips bucking up into Pac as he twisted his fingers in the strands of his hair and pulled. Pac couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped from his lips and the tears that pricked in the corners of his eyes.
“You like that hm?” Fit murmured against his lips.
“Shut up,” Pac repeated.
Fit laughed and Pac could feel it in the rumble of his chest.
They kissed again. It felt like the culmination of something that had been building for months. Pac ran his hands down his own pants, trying to shimmy them off. He pulled back with a wet sound, maneuvering awkwardly around on Fit's lap to shuck off his pants.
Fir groaned, deep in his throat, throwing the blankets off. He was completely naked and Pac had never been one to make a huge deal out of dick size. In his few flings with men that he had over the years, it had never been a point of focus. Less about the size and more about what they did with it. But his head began to swim as his heartbeat thudded against the quiet gasps he was letting out. “Meu deus,” he breathed, not able to tear his eyes away.
Fit laughed awkwardly and it was the hottest sound Pac had ever heard.
“Not bad?”
Pac's mouth dropped open ever so slightly as he stared at Fit. “Not bad?” he repeated incredulously. “You…you…” he struggled to find words. “You idiot.”
Fit laughed again, the nervousness bleeding out of his tone. One of Fit's hands slid down out of Pac's hair to cup his cheek as he pulled him close to kiss him again. Fit's mouth was warm, lighting up every single nerve inside Pac's body. Distantly they both heard fireworks and giggled into each other's mouths.
“Who the fuck is setting off fireworks?” Fit asked, his other hand releasing Pac's hair to trail up his thigh.
The motion threw Pac's brain for a loop. Fit's hands were so warm and so distracting that he couldn't help but lean into it. He kissed him again, harder, biting down on Fit's bottom lip as the man tightened his grip on Pac's thigh. Snaking his hand around, he grabbed Pac's ass digging his fingers into the flesh. It was so much fucking hotter then Pac had expected. He melted into Fit's hands while sucking the man's bottom lip into his mouth.
Fit squeezed tighter, pulling his body close until their dicks were rubbing against each other. It had a sinful feel to it, skin dragging against skin as they groaned into each other's mouths.
“I don't know what to do,” Fit said, muffled against him. “I've never…”
“I'll help,” Pac reassured. “I'm assuming you don't have any lube?”
Fit pulled back, spit dripping from his lips to talk better. “No. I don't. Do we need to get some?”
Pac shook his head. “I've done without.” He lifted his hand up to drag over Fit's lips, gathering the spit before pushing them into his mouth. “I just need you to suck.”
Fit complied, with surprisingly obedience and Pac realized as a giddy feeling rose in his chest that Fit liked being told what to do. As soon as Pac was satisfied with the amount of spit quite literally dripping off his fingers, he pulled them out and dropped his hand between his legs.
Fit's eyes widened, pupils darkening impossibly as Pac spread his legs as far as he could teasing his wet fingers around his hole. Pac's eyes were laser focused on Fit's shifting expression as the man glanced between Pac's dick and the single finger he began sliding inside of himself.
It felt heavenly. It had been a while since Pac had hooked up with anyone and this was Fit. It was a dream come true.
He moaned and Fit's eyes darted up to his face immediately, hungry and wanting. He smiled smugly as he slid another finger in. “Good show?”
Fit nodded immediately, moving his hands to run over Pac's thighs. “Yes, fuck. God, you look fucking beautiful. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to keep quiet or…” he trailed off.
“You can talk,” Pac said in an amused voice.
Fit groaned low in his throat. “Okay, okay. God, you're fucking gorgeous. I've always thought you're gorgeous. I mean you could have fucking anybody you want and.” He whistled. “You're here,” he said it softly, like a whispered prayer. “You're here with me and you're absolutely stunning and you sound so pretty and I want to fuck you so bad.”
Pac flushed stronger and stronger with each word out of Fit's mouth, struggling to keep his attention on the task at hand. He slipped a third finger in as his hands trembled, just trying to stretch himself out. His cock was so hard it was flushing the same dark red as his face and Fit seemed fascinated by it. Hesitantly he hovered one of his hands over it. “Can I touch you?”
Pac whimpered barely able to form any comprehensive sentences in English and nodded.
Fit let his hand fall the whole way down, carefully wrapping his fingers around Pac's dick, his thumb slowly rolling over the tip.
Pac groaned, a deep guttural sound that he wasn't aware he was able to make as he desperately stuck a fourth finger inside of him. The stretch burned. He had never taken more than three but after looking at the absolute monster between Fit's legs, he had a feeling he would need it.
Fit kept talking, kept murmuring endless praises but Pac was already too fucked out to understand half of them.
“Now. Por favor, por favor, por-” his voice was trembling.
Fit looked strickened for a moment. “I don't have condoms. I didn't think I would be getting laid on this trip.”
Pac whimpered. “I don't care. I'm clean. I havent slept with anyone in months.”
“I mean… I am too,” Fit admitted. “But are you sure?”
Pac keened as he leaned into Fit, who was still stroking his dick. “Sim, sim. Por favor, você-” he cut himself off. “Pleaseeee.”
“Fuck. Yeah, okay, Pac. Okay.”
Pac smiled at him through the tears beginning to prick in his eyes. “Obrigado.”
Fit gently pulled Pac's hands away to lace his fingers through the other's. It was sappy and overly too sweet and Pac was loving every second of it.
“C'mon, c'mon,” Pac whined. “Fuck me. I need you.”
Fit nodded, eyes going wide. He removed his hand from Pac's dick to place both hands on his hips. With a bit of shifting, they had Pac positioned right over Fit's cock.
“Ready?” Fit asked with a gulp.
Pac just nodded, shoving away Fit's hands to lower himself down. One inch. Two. Three. Pac lowered himself down torturously slow, enjoying the pure lust and desperation in every inch of Fit's expression and body language.
Fit groaned, his voice sounding deeper then ever. “Fuck, Pac. You feel fucking perfect.”
Pac couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips at Fit’s words and at the final hit of his hips against Fit’s. His eyes rolled back in his head as he grabbed Fit by the shoulders and kissed him. It was sloppy and messy. All tongue. But Pac couldn't bring himself to care when he was getting everything he ever wanted.
Fit tightened his grip on Pac's hips and lifted him up before dropping him back down.
Pac gasped, high pitched and desperate. “Fitch,”
“Sorry, sorry,” Fit muttered half muffled. “I just wanted to hear what sound you would make.”
Pac moaned as he kissed Fit harder, rocking back and forth to get deeper. To have Fit's cock fully inside of him, stretching him out. There was no chorent English words left in his head as Pac let moans fall from his lips like the rush of water over a tall cliff.
“You sound fucking beautiful. You sound like a goddammn angel,” Fit grunted, thrusting his hips up.
Pac whimpered, as his body felt like it was being split in two. “Por favor, porfavor.”
Fit quickly slid one of his hands down between their bodies and started to pump around Pac's cock. “C'mon, baby, c'mon.”
Pac groaned, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as his gut turned. “F-fuck. Fitch, I'm… fuckkk.”
Fit's attention narrowed on him even more. “Are you gonna cum?”
Pac shook his head, the tears falling down his cheeks.
“Talk to me.”
Pac put his hand on Fit’s chest, pointing at him not even able to get the words out. “You.”
“You want me to cum first?” Fit asked in an amused tone.
Pac nodded desperately.
“Okay,” Fit groaned, digging his nails into Pac's skin. He thrusted up easily despite the fact Pac was fully on top of him. “Won’t be hard, god you’re fucking beautiful.”
Pac kept his hips still as best he could, letting Fit fuck into him over and over as his breath got heavier and heavier. His thighs clenched, body trembling as he came hard. Pac finally let himself relax, body collapsing as he came, cum painting Fit’s stomach and chest.
“Desculpe,” Pac breathed out, only apologizing for the mess nothing else they had done.
Fit laughed, deep in his chest and Pac felt the rumble in his own body. “Don’t apologize. This is an expensive hotel I’m sure they have plenty to clean up with.”
Pac was glad Fit understood what he meant, even as his words failed him and his eyelashes fluttered. Fit picked up him up ease, getting him gently off his dick and close to his chest as he stood. “Let’s get you in a bath and cleaned up yeah baby?”
Pac hummed in agreement allowing himself to relax down into the soft albiet sticky surface of Fit’s chest.
seeing a take so dumb and stupid that someone send me on my imbox on main have to open the porn blog to scream beacuse holy shit what the fuck was that take
i love seeing earlier qsmp days pac fanarts beacuse people were drawing him with his ass LITERALLY out (and also giving him a whole bakery ngl) on TWITTER on MAIN on SFW and i love looking at those fanarts on my silly little computer <33
fitmike cnc btw <33 a robber entering on mike ranch to rob her (quite ironic lol) but find a box with his sex toys and the robber (fit) is like oh okay i guess i have to use those things on someone tehehe :33 and they have a very heavy (Idk the right term) cnc i may be obcessed with this and writinf something i Mean whatatttt thats Crazy dude
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