(this goes against every one of my headcanons for this ship. let's fuckin' do this.)
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Rob always ran his mouth of in the most infuriating way possible. Unwanted comments, jabs about him as a person, everything that Rob has ever said to him was designed to piss him off.
And there's only one way to shut Rob up.
...However...this scene usually goes a bit differently.
Usually BTC slams him against the nearest wall and hisses a quiet command for him to shut up.
And then Rob surges forwards and kisses him. And then fucks him.
Not this time though.
When Blame slammed him against the wall, Rob grinned at him as usual.
"Shut the fuck up."
"Make me."
BTC actually frowned at that, just blinking at Rob, the rage subsiding from his face into utter confusion. Rob just continued to grin at him.
He sighed, moving his face closer to Rob's and pressing a kiss to his lips. The kiss wasn't gentle from the start, already having brought teeth and tongue into it, which Rob gave straight back to him.
Blame trailed biting kisses down Rob's neck, sucking bruises into the skin there. Another thing he never got to do.
The last thing BTC expected Rob to let him do was to fuck him. As far as he knew, Rob was always on top, no matter who he fucked.
But not this time.
He pushed Rob back onto the bed and climbed over him again, kissing him roughly once more.
And then clothes were gone.
Rob slid fingers into himself while Blame watched him do it, groaning at the slight of Rob fucking himself on his two fingers. He wondered if Rob was tight from how little he did something like this, but quickly shook the thought out of his head.
The other man looked like an expert, sliding fingers in and out of himself, stretching and scissoring his fingers to make sure that Blame didn't hurt him.
"R-Ready, Jarool?" Rob smirked at him, smug despite the slight stuttering.
Blame rolled his eyes and positioned himself at Rob's entrance.
"How often do you do this?" He murmured as he slid the head in.
"Not often..."
"I'm not going to go easy on you."
And Rob grinned.
Blame slid into him fully in one go, a strong thrust jolting Rob's body. He didn't give Rob any time to adjust either, picking up a steady rhythm as he fucked the other man as hard as he could.
"F-Fuck, you're good at this, Jarool. I-I'm surprised personally."
That made BTC growl and, somehow, move even faster.
Rob continued to tease him on every thrust, voice teasing despite the loud moans he gave...
Until BTC angled his thrust just upwards enough.
"Oh Jaro-oh! A-Ah, f-fuck...th-!"
And Rob's voice died in his throat as Blame hit a spot in him that made him stop breathing.
Blame angled himself the same way and, this time, Rob let out a litany of varied curses and loud moans.
He drove into that spot over and over again, until Rob's hips angled up, back arching. Rob shot hot cum all over his chest with a loud cry, finding his voice suddenly.
"O-Oh fuck, BTC-!" He groaned.
Only then did Blame slow down, thrusting almost gently until he buried himself deep inside the other man and his hips stilled, voice cracking as he moaned Rob's name.
After a few moments, he pulled out of Rob and hobbled out of the bed.
Rob looked up at him.
"Least you shut me up for a little while, Jarool." He grinned and BTC sighed.
Fighting against Rob's big mouth was a losing battle...
But maybe next time he could use that big mouth to his advantage.
man oh man do i love that shipname. this is for theropodtheroblogs as thanks for the lovely icon! rob grabbing btc during a game of dvz and taking him somewhere a bit more private.
nsfw!
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It was no secret. Rob loved Dwarves VS Zombies. He loved every moment of it, from the tedious beginnings, to the first monsters being released, even when he became a monster himself and joined forces to capture the keep.
It was even better with friends.
Even if those friends could be a bit of distraction from time to time.
Especially if that friend just happened to be BTC. BTC was quite the distraction. He never quite played the game like Rob would like.
Another exasperated sigh as BTC placed another block on the thin and high wall, and the other man turned to look at him.
"Is something wrong?"
His voice was dry and annoyed, and Rob couldn't help but smirk. This was the best part of having friends play with him.
"Oh no. Nothing wrong except for the fact that you don't know how to build a wall, Jarool."
Rob smirked wider as he sensed that BTC's eye was probably twitching right about now, even behind the skeleton mask. He'd also bet that his face was flushed red and his mouth was opening into the beginning of a snarl.
BTC's quiet anger was his favorite part of the other man. The way Rob could infuriate him into silence. Blame's anger was something he knew very well and he relished every second of it.
"You just going to stand there or are you going to rebuild this wall right?"
Blame's shoulders began to shake and Rob knew that he got him. He flashed BTC a grin and the other man actually growled at him.
"Cute. Now get back to work."
"Fuck you Rob." He snarled, putting his hands on his hips in defiance.
"You wanna?"
BTC stopped, letting his hands fall to his side.
"What?"
"You wanna fuck?"
Rob knew there was only two outcomes. Either BTC would punch him in the face and give Rob reason to hit back, which would be satisfying. Or Blame would say yes and then Rob would get laid. It was a win-win situation.
"...You know what? Fine. Let's do it."
He flashed Blame a shit eating grin and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from all the Jimmies who were working on the wall. He knew all the ins and outs of this map, knew where to bring BTC to show him a good time.
Though this map didn't have much for seclusion, it did have a side of the pre-existing wall that none of the Jimmies ever went to. It was hidden away enough that none of the monsters would ever come over the wall there.
Perfect for bending BTC over. Rob hoped that BTC wasn't hoping for something sweet and romantic because he wouldn't get it. He knew that Blame was too smart for that though.
And, from the way Blame braced himself against the wall, Rob knew that he knew what was coming.
Rob chuckled and pushed up BTC's cloak. To his surprise, Blame didn't have anything underneath the cloak. He grinned and slapped the other man's ass, causing him to jump.
BTC growled at him once more and Rob just laughed more.
Rob was always prepared for these moments. He was always ready for sex, so BTC wasn't too surprised when he slid in the first slick finger. He did tense up though, and Rob waited until he unclenched to slide the second one in.
He curled his fingers up just so BTC could feel it, feel what Rob was going to do to him, and savored the sound of Blame's surprised moan. When Rob pulled out his fingers, Blame winced at the feeling of emptiness and Rob slapped his ass once more.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, go."
Rob positioned himself at his entrance and thrust in quickly, grinning when Blame hissed.
They didn't have much time before the sun set, so Rob moved quickly, gripping BTC's hips tight enough to bruise. Blame's fingers scrabbled at the stone underneath him, moaning and gasping with each thrust.
When Rob reached in front, he found that Blame was hard and leaking. He grinned and stroked him, moving in time with his rough thrusts.
Blame panted, bucking forwards into his hand. Rob slammed into him, rocking his body forwards with every thrust.
Rob came with a shout, slamming into BTC once more, hips pressed firm against his ass. He continued to stroke BTC until he too came, release spurting onto the wall in front of him with a choked moan.
When Rob pulled out, BTC collapsed forwards onto the wall, breathing heavily. Rob chuckled and stroked the small of his back.
"We should do this again sometime soon. How about after the game?"
"Sounds fine to me." BTC panted, rolling over to look up at Rob.
Rob smiled at him and tucked away his softening cock. He reached down and pulled BTC's cloak back into place.
He reached out to help Blame out but BTC didn't take his hand. Confusion washed over his face but, before he could say anything, an angry smirk came over him and he grabbed for his sword.
Rob grinned and grabbed for his own, slicing at BTC.
The game of Dwarves VS Zombies could change at any minute. But that's why Rob liked it so much.
Killing his friends was almost as good as playing with them!
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in dvz, when the round starts, select people start to feel a little...angry and have to go after the other dwarves. i've actually survived that period somehow, they managed to not kill me and i got away. i think i did kill someone tho idk, im hysterically bad at pvp.
im taking my mind off of things with the hot porns yo. this is fucking filthy pwp and it's clear from the title lmao.
i don't think i've written anything like this. and i've written porn for a long, long time.
pairings are blamepause and robthecontroller, because btc is my go-to for writing things like this...he can take it ;~). there's also, of course rob/pause
this is an awkward combination of real life and minecraft. there are real life things but it ultimately takes place in minecraft.
hardcore nsfw!
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They had him cornered. Not really, he could easily push past them and walk away of course, but they were both physically standing in a direct path of escape.
It was apparent that the pair had been drinking when they stepped up to him, cocky smiles clear on their faces. They weren't drunk but the alcohol had addled both of their brains to the point where they were both feeling far more confident.
That and they reeked of beer, a scent that BTC had grown to hate.
He sighed and took another sip of his water, hands clenching the glass tighter as Rob opened his mouth to speak.
"Hey Jarool." He sneered, grinning at Blame.
"...Hi Rob. Pause." BTC nodded at both of them.
He wondered what they wanted from him. If they were going to tease him or if they actually had something important that they wanted to say.
Pause sat down in the seat across from him. The table, in a busy bar where all of their friends were at some varying state of drunkness, was only made for two people and in the quietest corner that Blame could find.
This quiet was, of course, ruined by Rob and Pause. Rob, after much consideration, sat down on Pause's lap. Both men giggled and Pause stretched up to kiss Rob's mouth. What had meant to be a playful kiss turned into something deeper when Rob's hands twined into Pause's hair and pressed himself closer.
Blame took another drink, feeling slightly uncomfortable. And, if he was being honest, a little left out. He looked away but was unable to avert his eyes for too long, taking small glances at the two. BTC saw a flash of tongue, heard a low moan over the loud bar music, and he flushed pink.
"Mmm wait, Rob, I think we forgot why we came over here." Pause panted as the pair broke apart.
"Oh! Right." Rob gasped, jumping off of Pause's lap.
He slinked around the table, smirk wide on his face. Even though BTC knew it was coming, he still flinched when Rob climbed onto his lap. Rob giggled, alcoholic breath fanning over BTC's face and making him flinch again.
"I don't think I've seen you without that dumb mask..." Rob murmured, fingers stroking over BTC's face.
It would've been gentle and almost sweet, had Rob not been wearing his signature shit-eating grin.
And then Rob leaned down and kissed him. His lips were not gentle, moving fast and rough, but they were soft. Blame tasted something distinctly alcoholic and decided, immediately, that he hated the taste.
Still he kissed back. Rob kissed with far too much tongue so BTC matched him, tongues meeting. When Rob pulled back and stepped off his lap, Pause, who Blame just realized was standing next to him, leaned down and kissed him.
Pause was a messy kisser, but knew exactly what both of them wanted. His teeth ran across Blame's bottom lip, biting and pulling before kissing him fully. Once again, BTC tasted the beer that both men had been drinking. He decided that it tasted like a mixture of wheat bread and something that was probably unique to Pause.
When Pause pulled back, he nearly laughed in Blame's face.
"Didn't know you'd be so eager, Bitsy! You wanna go someplace quieter?"
He knew that he shouldn't. He had no excuse, being stone cold sober and in his right frame of mind.
But he nodded. Setting his glass down and picking his mask up from the table, he let Rob and Pause lead the way.
Along the way to where ever they were going, he made eye contact with several of his friends. Seth and Etho almost tilted their heads in unison, curious to where he was going. Arkas smiled sweetly at him, eyes knowing. It was almost as if the younger man was wishing him good luck. And Nebris fixed him with a shit-eating grin, raising his glass of what looked to be whiskey before downing it.
He turned his head away from Pak.
Blame, not for the first time that night, wondered what he was getting himself into.
It turned out that Pause's definition of a quieter place was the gender neutral bathroom.
The click of the door echoed. It was certainly quieter in the bathroom, the loud roar of the bar dulled to a hum.
When Rob and Pause turned to him, they seemed so much taller. They used their height advantage to press Blame to the door. Pause kissed him again while Rob attacked his neck with teeth and tongue.
The mask, which he was still clutching in his hand, dropped to the floor in favor of curling his fingers into hair. He hissed when Rob sucked what would become a bruise into his collar bone.
Pause's lips left his and, suddenly, he was being forced to his knees. He felt the cold tile even through his pants and he looked up at the pair.
They stood, staring down at him with twin smirks on their faces. From this angle, he could clearly see the bulges in both of their pants. Rob rubbed at his, stroking his hard cock through his pants.
"Pause told me that you give great head. I wanted to try it out." Rob spoke, smirk growing wider.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, BTC knew that it wasn't going to be a mutual thing. That Rob and Pause were going to take and take, and not give at all. He wanted to protest, he wanted to run away.
But he didn't. Instead, he just nodded and held his chin up.
Rob chuckled and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free. Already hard and practically leaking, Rob stroked himself a few times and groaned.
When he stepped forward, the head bumped against Blame's mouth, smearing bitter precome onto his lips. He opened his mouth slowly, allowing Rob to thrust in.
When Rob's cock bumped the back of his throat, he nearly gagged. Rob groaned and pulled out to thrust in once more.
"F-Fuck, you were right." Rob moaned.
His fingers tangled into blond strands and he fucked Blame's face. BTC couldn't do anything but let him, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.
Pause's fingers wiped away the tears that leaked, smile reassuring as he continued to stroke Blame's face even after the tears had all fallen away.
When Rob finally came with a shout, hot cum spilling down BTC's throat, Pause took his place.
He didn't immediately thrust in, letting BTC breathe for a few moments. In fact, he didn't thrust in at all, instead letting Blame move at his own pace.
BTC wasn't sure what was worse. Being throat fucked or willingly blowing someone.
Still he moved, bobbing his head up and down. His tongue lapped at the head of Pause's cock and traced the thick vein on the bottom of his shaft. He tasted the precome that beaded at the other man's tip and, thought it tasted bitter, he went back for more.
It didn't take Pause long at all, coming with a gasp. And BTC swallowed it all.
When Pause pulled out, Blame sat back on his knees, gasping for breath. Both men stroked his hair, murmuring praise.
They pulled him to his feet after awhile. Immediately, he was pushed against the door. A hand went to his crotch to find him half hard. BTC moaned, bucking his hips forwards into the touch.
The pressure of the other man's hand remained, stroking him through his clothing.
"N-Nn..." BTC protested, hands batting the other way so he can push his pants down.
He hated sounding weak in front of the other two men but, if they found it amusing, they didn't laugh at all. Instead a hand curled around his cock and stroked.
Rob kissed one side of his neck, while Pause did the same for the other.
When he came, it was with a choked moan and a sigh, hips stuttering forwards until he stopped and collapsed, boneless, against the door.
Pause raised his cum-coated hand to his mouth and lapped at it, sucking a finger into his mouth. Before he could clean himself fully, Rob grabbed his hand and finished the job.
They kissed and BTC, once again, felt like a third wheel as he leaned against the door.
"Thanks, BTC." Rob smirked.
He patted Blame's hair down, smoothing it. BTC's lips were red and swollen, face flushed. It was painfully obvious what they were doing in there.
Luckily, BTC had brought his mask with. Rob bent down and picked it up, passing it to him. He fixed it over his face and stumbled out of the bathroom, back into the loud roar of the bar.
It felt like they had been gone for hours but, really, it had only been about fifteen minutes. He ignored the knowing stares and walked back to his table.
The ice melting in his water had created condensation and he watched the water trickle down onto the table. When he picked it up, he noticed a perfect water ring on the table.
It wasn't particularly funny, but he laughed anyways and pushed up his mask to take a deep drink.
Idly, he wondered who Rob and Pause would tell. It wasn't like either of them to keep their mouths shut.
Blame sighed and finished his water, ordering another one. He felt eyes on him and looked over to see that pretty much everyone was staring at him.
Under the mask he smirked. And wondered what sort of power he could hold with this. The chair across from him scraped against the floor as someone moved to sit in it.
Blame couldn't help but laugh.
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why is this so long oh my god. but it was hella fun to write, and just the filth i needed, a dirty bathroom hookup.
((This came to me when I realized the possibilities with a ship name like “Robthecontroller”. College AU))
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"Of all time?" Rob grinned cheekily.
"Of all fucking time Now give me my godamned controller!"
He lunged for where his roommate was sitting. Rob stood up quickly and sidestepped, making Blame fall flat on his face.
"Come on Jarool, I though you did karate."
Blame was silent, then he stuck out his hand and grabbed Rob’s ankle. He pulled it toward him, making his roommate fall with a loud thud.
"OW!" Rob exclaimed and BTC crawled over to him. "Asshole," he mumbled.
"Jerk," BTC replied, pressing a firm kiss on Rob’s lips as he grabbed his controller. Rob tried to deepen the kiss by bringing his hand around his roommate’s neck, but he ducked the hand, breaking the kiss.
"No, let me finish my game, then we’ll have sex," he said firmly, moving back to the console, where the death screen had been playing for the past 5 minutes.
Rob sighed, “Yeah, you say that. Then you play for another 3 hours then claim your tired.”
"Well then you’re gonna have to try harder." He threw a cheeky grin over his shoulder before going back to his game.
that's a song i haven't heard in a while lmao. some extremely rough and angry hatesex coming up. not even nebtho hatesex, where they both admire the other...but like actual hatesex. and it also ended up being pretty long too...
keep sending them in!
nsfw
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A hand was firmly tangled in blond hair, tugging at the strands there.
"Fuck you." BTC snarled, causing Rob to laugh.
"Lighten up, Jarool." Rob sneered.
The mask had already been long tossed away, probably cracked, in a corner with the rest of their clothing. Rob ground into Blame with a moan, rubbing his face into the hard stone floor.
It was clear that neither of them cared to make it feel any good for either of them. Clear from the moment that Rob hardly prepared BTC at all, a mere swipe of his hand over his own cock with saliva. Clear from how hard BTC was clenching, in attempt to make it hurt.
That's where the other problem kicked in. They both wanted it to hurt, wanted it to hurt so badly that they were both getting a sick sense of satisfaction.
Rob thrust in and out once more, nails scratching at BTC's bare back as he finally let go of the other man's head. BTC could feel blood dripping from his lip and cheeks, where Rob had split the skin.
Blame's cock was almost painfully hard, leaking on the stone as he tried to keep himself up, to keep his cock from rubbing on the rough floor. It was hard, with Rob putting all of his weight onto BTC, but he managed.
It ended, finally, with both men coming harder then they had ever come before.
Rob pushed BTC to the floor. The smirk on his face looked a bit embarrassed, flush on his face telling Blame that he had enjoyed it a bit more than he had intended to.
fanfiction :: the mistakes we make :: robthecontroller
i wrote this earlier because i was bored and we've been discussing this ship on the salad...yes it does have a long summary...but i think it's fine.
plus, it's nice to have a bit of a breather from the 30 day challenge, right?
nsfw.
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The worst part about this all is the fact that Blame didn't drink. He was consciously sober when he decided to go home with Rob, who was also sober. He let Rob throw his arm around his shoulders and pull him away from where they were hanging out. Blame drove them to Rob's house too, which might have been the worst part.
Rob practically dragged him through the door. It came as a surprise when Rob nearly slammed him against it and kissed him hard, and Blame took that time to wonder how they had gotten here.
It had made him stutter and stop speaking, just looking at Rob with slight confusion written on his face.
"Something wrong, Jarool?" Rob teased.
His breath fanned out over BTC's lips, noses brushing together. If one of them angled their heads and leaned in, they'd be kissing right in the middle of the bar.
Which is what they were doing right now. Rob did something with his tongue that snapped Blame back to the present, hands moving from their place on the door to pull Rob closer. He felt Rob smirk against his lips, felt Rob bite at his lips too.
"So, are we going to continue our discussion before or after I fuck you?" Rob laughed, a bit breathless as he pulled back.
"Shut the fuck up."
Blame wished he had a better come back then that as he watched Rob's lips curl into a smirk.
"With pleasure."
His lips found BTC's neck, starting just under his jaw. Rob kissed and sucked his way down to the junction between Blame's neck and shoulder, biting and sucking harder. Blame let out a gasp, and tried to push Rob's head away. Rob eventually pulled back, but the smirk on his face told BTC that there'd probably be a mark there.
"You've..." Blame started, but Rob interrupted him.
"Yep. Can't hide this one."
BTC glared at him, a look that would have anyone else stepping back. But Rob didn't seem to know when to back down, instead pushing closer. His lips returned to Blame's neck, tongue tracing the mark that was already beginning to purple before working it's way up. This time, he moved up BTC's jawline and to his ear. When he ran his tongue out along the shell of Blame's ear, the man realized just how hot the muscle was, hot enough to make him squirm and let out a quiet moan.
"How bout we take this to the bed?" He asked, and BTC could only nod.
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Along the way, both Blame and Rob had lost their shirts. Rob had bent him over his computer desk to grind against him, and murmur dirty words that only just made their way to BTC's ears. The pair also had some trouble getting up the stairs as BTC had slammed him against the wall and kissed him hard. Eventually they did make it though.
Pants were unzipped and unbuttoned in the hallway outside of Rob's bedroom, so it was easy to fully remove their jeans and fall onto the bed. Limbs tangled together as both men tried to be on top, but Rob used his height to his advantage and had BTC pinned.
He smirked before dipping down and kissing him. Rob ground down experimentally, and the two men moaned in unison as their still-clothed erections rubbed together. When Rob did it again, Blame growled and bucked his hips upwards, hands moving to find Rob's ass and pull him closer.
Eventually, they stopped, and Rob rolled off to reach into his bedside drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom.
"Told you I was going to fuck you."
Blame blushed, before lifting his hips and kicking off his boxers. Rob did the same, smirking at him, and he felt slightly self-conscious, blush spreading down to his chest.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful, BTC?" Rob said suddenly, ripping open the condom.
"No..."
"Well people should."
BTC smiled softly. He and Rob hardly ever got along, always at each others throats. But, sometimes, Rob would say something that really brightened up his day.
"You are too."
Rob smiled, rolling on the condom and spreading lube over it. He stroked the slick substance over his cock, before squeezing more of it over his fingers.
The man yanked him to the end of the bed with his hand not covered in lube. Blame spread his legs on his own, and one slicked up finger found his entrance. Rob rubbed the lube over his hole before sliding it in slowly. BTC hissed softly, spreading his legs wider.
"It's only one finger...have you ever done this before?"
"Yeah, a long time ago though."
Rob moved the finger slower, giving him more time to adjust. The second fingers was thrust in slowly as well, and Rob moved them carefully. He curled them upwards, hoping to find the spot that would make BTC forget about any discomfort. He knew he had found it when Blame moaned loudly, and bucked his hips forwards. The other man's cock, having gone soft in discomfort, immediately hardened again. BTC reached down and stroked himself, chasing the pleasure that shot up his spine. Rob did the same motion, hitting the same spot once more and listing to Blame moan again before pulling his fingers out.
"Ready?"
BTC nodded, and Rob pressed the head of his cock to the man's tight hole. His erection was far more blunt then his fingers were, so he moved slowly. Blame whined when Rob slid the head in.
Rob moaned as Blame's tight heat surrounded him when he finally slid all the way in, and it took all of his power not to move immediately. He rolled his hips impatiently, relishing in the noises BTC made. After what seemed like forever, Blame spoke.
"Move."
"You sure?" Rob asked, fingers tracing around the base of the man's cock.
"Fucking do it!"
He smirked. If Blame was going to be this pushy, he'd give him what he wanted. He pulled almost fully out before slamming back in, moaning as BTC practically screamed. The other man writhed beneath him, gasping as Rob continued his rough movement. Rob ground into him, hitting the spot that had him moaning before. This time, however, it made Blame scream, tearing hoarse sobs from his throat.
"Never thought you'd be a screamer, Bitsy." Rob panted, chuckling slightly.
Blame could only glare at him before Rob his that spot again, and his vision went blurry for a few seconds. Rob leaned down suddenly, movement halting to a slow grind as he kissed him again. Their tongues met and Rob's hand found his cock, stroking it. That was pretty much it for him, only taking a few more pumps of Rob's fist around him for Blame to come. His release flowed down the man's knuckles, white hot and thick as it dripped to land on his own stomach.
Rob thrust into BTC a few more times before he too was coming with a moan.
"Oh fuck, BTC...!" He gasped, collapsing forwards onto all fours over BTC.
Rob sat for a few seconds before pulling out and throwing out the condom and it's wrapper. He laid next to Blame, hugging the other man close to him and turning him until his back was against Rob's chest
"Don't know about you, but I'm tired." He murmured, pressing lazy kisses to BTC's shoulders.
The rise and fall of the other man's chest slowed, breathing evening out, and Blame could tell he was finally asleep. His thoughts drifted, once more, to how all of this started again. BTC didn't regret this now, and he probably wouldn't in the morning.
He was just annoyed that he'd probably have to deal with Rob in the morning...
That and it'll be a struggle to find his clothing again.
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i've got nothing to say other than i hope you enjoyed hehe
i'll try to make the next one something that doesn't feature btc...but no promises. ;~)
this is nsfw.
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Rob didn't kiss him much.
Of course, Blame didn't know how he'd take it if the other man did. Rob's kisses were cruel and rough, tongue teasingly taking what it wanted. It was what BTC wanted too but he didn't think he could handle it.
Rob's fingers stroked his cheeks as he held himself up above Blame, chuckling lowly as he slowly slid inside.
When he leaned down and kissed BTC, thrusting all the way in suddenly, Blame couldn't help but moan loudly and open his mouth to let the man's tongue tease his.
After all, his lips matched the other's with no reluctance to be had.
