Creaking Hinges (A Da//te Every//thing gas drabble~)
(Our beloved doorman has won the poll! Eat well, dearest readers~!)
You honestly couldn’t think of anything better to do with your day, and you were in the mood for a little chat with your dearest oaken friend. With a smile on your face and a little skip inside of your chest, you plucked the Dateviators nestling beside you, slipped them onto your head and pondered which door would be your door of choosing for today. Office? Bedroom? Attic? Trap was always a naughty little choice for when you were wanting… that sort of bond with the doorman. Tiny Dorian made you chuckle with laughter thanks to his squeaky voice and grumpy little face. Back Dorian provided a nice view but chatting with him was difficult as his words were often muffled.
You decided on Front Dorian for today. After all, he WAS the most important door in the whole house! Not to mention the first door you’d gotten acquainted with. You eagerly pace down the hallway towards your front door. There it stood before you, currently unmoving and without a spark of life in its sturdy wooden being. That wouldn’t last for long, though. You pulled down your Dateviators over your eyes, watching as the little heart-shapes sprung from the lenses and floated towards the door. In a splash of wonderful light and colour, there was Dorian, in all his glory. You could recognise those deep dark eyes and that strong sturdy physique anywhere.
However, today… Dorian seems to look a little uncomfortable. He’s trying his best to not show it but you can make out a slight clench in his jaw and a furrow in his brow.
“Afternoon.” Dorian says, nodding his head respectfully. The fine chauffeur hat tilts slightly with his head movement, prompting him to nudge it into place with his hand. You smile at him warmly.
“Hello, Dorian!” You reply, giving him a friendly wave. The corner of his lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile. However, it quickly resumes into a serious frown. You cant help but notice that he’s a little more tense today. You want to ask him about it but decide against it for now.
“How’s your day been?” Dorian asks. You pause to think.
“It’s been pretty good, I guess. I helped out Mateo with some of the inanimals this morning. It was nice to see them all, I’ve been so busy lately so it was good to-"
Your ears prick up to an audible growling noise. Your brow furrows as you try to think of where it came from.
"Uhhh... Did you hear that?" you asked, looking at Dorian. He seems to be a bit more awkward than usual.
"Nah. Didn't 'ear a thing, luv." Dorian shakes his head, frowning. You look at him, puzzled.
"You sure? I could've sworn I heard something growling..." You say.
"Maybe yer mind's wanderin', I definitely didn't hear anything." Dorian replies, firmly. He looks slightly tense, jaw slightly clenched.
You'd DEFINITELY heard that. But where the hell was it coming from? You stare at Dorian. He turns his gaze away from you, barely looking you in the eyes. He fumbles with the cuffs of his shirt. His cheeks were slightly red, just faintly painted with a shy rosy blush.
"I'm fine." Dorian answers, sharply. He's not fine at all. You can see a nervous glint in his eyes, an anxious flicker to the way he fiddles with his cuffs. This isn't the usual stoic, serious door you usually speak with.
His face suddenly curls into a pained scowl, letting out a small but strained grunt. His hand goes to make a desperate grab for his stomach.
THAT'S what was wrong. Your face turns to a mischievous smirk as you step closer to him. He looks at you suspiciously.
"What are you playin' at...?" He mutters, shaking his head disapprovingly. You giggle and raise a hand to his stomach. He backs away, looking almost panicked.
“What are you doin’!?” He exclaims, shocked. You can’t help but laugh.
“Just trying to help with your little… issue~” You tease, reaching forward again. He retreats again, back now up against the wall as he shakes his head.
“There’s no ‘issue’.” Dorian huffs. “Now, if you’re just gonna cause nonsense, I think it’s best you-“
Dorian’s face suddenly goes scarlet. There was no need to ask where that unmistakable, airy little noise came from. The faint scent of rotting wood is a good clue as to what it was too.
“….s’cuse me.” Dorian mumbled, averting his gaze as his cheeks flush pinker than a cherry blossom.
“Awww, was that youuu~?” You giggle, resting your hand on his tummy. It feels firm. Round. Like it’s full to bursting. You give it a soft little press.
A sizeable, airy fart echoes through the room, prompting a shameful little grunt of relief from the embarrassed doorman. The smell makes your nose wrinkle a tad but you can stomach it far easier than the fumes of say Cam or Jerry. Dorian still can’t pluck up the courage to face you. He instead opts to stare at the floor, his hat tilted downwards to hide his adorably blushy face. You rest your other hand on his swollen belly, rubbing it gently.
“You feel so full…” You murmur. Dorian’s response is a weak little whine. You can feel him resisting your hands, holding back the oh-so desirable urge to just completely let go.
“Just let it out, love, it’ll only bother you if you keep it in.” You say.
“Stop… please…” Dorian pleads, his voice quiet but desperate. ‘God he’s hot when he’s like this…’ You think to yourself.
You hear him sigh with shameful relief as more bubbling fumes leak from his ass. When you begin rubbing at his stomach again, he’s a lot less eager to resist your soothing touch.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You chuckle.
“You cheeky baggage…” He mumbles back. He suddenly leans into your hands. “Please… sort this out…”
You smile at him, nodding your head.
“Of course. Anything for you, love~” You respond. You start to massage his bloated abdomen, fingers slowly but tenderly dragging across his warm, taut skin.
Each new bubbling sound that works its way out from Dorian’s stomach fills you with a burning pit of arousal. It takes everything in your power not to huff the reeking stench like some sort of in-heat animal. Dorian is blushing bright red with each emission, still struggling to meet your gaze properly without looking away at the wall or floor. But you can sense his relief through the melt in his body tension. And by the low sighs and grunts of relief he unintentionally lets out.
*Brrrrrppppphhhhhhhhhbbbbbt~!*
Fuck, that one was loud… You swore you heard it rumble the walls slightly. It’s only made hotter by the audible groan Dorian lets out when the powerful stream of gas cuts off. Now it’s YOU blushing red. Your rubbing ceases for a moment as you pause to slow down your racing mind. You suddenly feel larger hands take hold of yours, forcing you to keep moving.
“You said you’d ’elp… Don’t stop now, eh?” Dorian is looking you in the eyes, almost smirking a little at your sudden shyness.
“Uhm y-yes! Sure! Absolutely!” You stammer, quickly getting back to work while the doorman chuckles. Your hands drag across his stomach with eagerness, which makes him hum contently at your touch.
“That feels lush…” Dorian sighs, his head lolling back.
You’re caught off-guard by the strong stench of a hissing SBD. You turn your head away, cringing a little as the smell creeps into your nose with a sickly burn. Dorian chuckles, a rich hearty laugh that on,u comes from him when he’s truly tickled by something.
“It can’t be that bad, luv!” He laughs. You grumble under your breath, looking up at him with a pout.
“Shush or I’ll stop helping you… ass.” You huff.
“Alright then, carry on” Dorian replies, smirking at you. Your rubbing converts to firm little presses against his stomach. It feels less swollen than before… but there’s definitely some traces of gas left rumbling inside him.
*FRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBHHHHT~!*
“Fuckin’ hell, s’cuse me…” The doorman awkwardly mumbles as his body lets loose more bubbling, rank farts. You feel your face blush at the noises but your nose rumples from the stink. It’s simultaneously hot and gross at the same time. And you kinda love it for that.
With a final, hefty sounding blast of gas, you help him relieve the last part of his ‘problem’. Now you’re in need of some fresh air and a few private minutes to yourself. Dorian shakes his head, in mild disbelief at what’s just occurred between you two but he’s relieved to be ridden of his stomachache.
“Well, erm… thank you, darlin’.” Dorian says, awkwardly nodding at you. You sheepishly nod back, giggling.
“Uhm… yeah… see you later, I guess?” You ask
“Likewise.” He replies, as nonchalantly as he can muster. You both slowly wave goodbye as you scuttle away to your bedroom.
You DEFINITELY need a little ‘me-time’ after that~
