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S: This was probably the last place Scarab would expect to be on a company getaway. 

Sure, the team was out celebrating a particularly successful quarter, and had been given the company card to pay for it. They could go anywhere, and since they were in a big city for a conference, they had options. Scarab had expected something upscale and fancy, like an exclusive sushi bar, something with Michelin stars. 

Instead, they were waiting in a mile-long line outside a strip club called the Pink Pony Club. It’s gaudy neon sign was flickering, so bright that it nearly hurt Scarab’s eyes to look at- but he was eager to stare at anything besides the crowd of people around them, much of them scantily clad,  wearing vulgar and promiscuous outfits that would be appalling in any other setting. 

Scarab hated feeling so out of place, but he’d never wear less than a suit at what was supposed to be a company outing. Though he had complained and informed Orbo, Prismo and the others that this was inappropriate, Orbo was his superior, and had the final say. Apparently, he’d gotten permission from the higher-ups to attend a club, but Scarab wasn’t sure how much he believed that.

He would have chosen to stay at the hotel, had he not felt the obligation to make sure his coworkers didn’t overspend. He knew they tended to get carried away with things- and if they did, there had to be someone sensible enough to make sure they didn’t give the company a bad image. (Though, he was pretty sure just being seen here was enough to achieve that.) 

Once they finally got inside the club, Scarab was instantly rattled by the sheer number of people and the volume of the music. He couldn’t believe so many people fit in such a small space, and the music was so loud he felt the bass rumbling in the floor beneath his feet, though that could have been from the jumping of drunken dancers. Even as they settled into spots at the bar, he swore it rattled his chair. He made the conscious decision not to look towards the exotic dancers on stage. 

Scarab took a breath. He had at least done some research on the establishment before they arrived. He knew what drinks they offered, knew when they closed and knew that tonight was ‘amateur night’. Scarab couldn’t care less. He ordered a martini and resigned himself to idle until everyone got bored- hopefully by looking as annoyed as he felt, it would spur his coworkers along. The bar barely even served food. How this perverted place was supposed to keep them all entertained for hours was beyond him.

P: This wasn’t exactly how Prismo had expected the end of the year fiscal celebration to go. Sitting on a cushy bar stool of a strip club next to Scarab of all people. Glob- how did he get himself into this mess? 

Things at the company were going great recently. Profit margins had started going up astronomically after the merging of his department and the auditing team. It was an adjustment that came with new challenges, new changes and new faces. One specific face being that of his new co-worker, Scarab, who Prismo was still trying to figure out. 

Scarab always had something to criticize in Prismo. Whether it be his casual way of dressing or his lack of decorum when speaking with clients. He always seemed to pick on Prismo a little bit more than other coworkers, always hovering or buzzing like an insect in his space. Prismo wished he could say he hated it, but there was something in the way the smaller man carried himself, like it was him against the world, that drew Prismo into his orbit. Criticisms or not, Scarab managed to rangle some semblance of organization and care into what Prismo did for the company and his work was starting to show for it. 

So this is what led to the big end of the year fiscal celebration.  The company flew everyone out for the convention, booked the finest hotel in the area and when the convention was over the big boss extended his arm with a shiny piece of plastic and told everyone to enjoy themselves for a night out on the town for a job well done. And that was all fine and dandy, I mean Prismo wasn’t gonna turn down some free food, drinks and some fun. But he should have been paying closer attention to the lecherous grin on his Manager Orbo’s face when he snapped his fingers and said he had the perfect place to party. 

Before Prismo knew it, his team was standing outside in the cold, awaiting entrance to something called The Pink Pony Club. As they got closer, the lumination of the pink sign glittered and Prismo could hear the pulsing music from within. A strip club. A gay strip club at that- if the numerous scantily clad men in thongs strutting around was anything to go off of.  Which wasn’t really a problem for Prismo per say, it’s not like this was his first rodeo.  It just wasn’t where he expected to be standing next to a stiffly postured Scarab. He glanced over at the other as they walked inside and noted how Scarab made a beeline for the bar immediately. Prismo followed behind at his own pace, scanning the club and its inhabitants with interest and feeling his head nod to the beat of the song playing for a moment. What could he say, a good vibe is a good vibe and Prismo was always one to adapt to his environment. 

Prismo ran a hand through his hair, and shook out the last bit of his nerves before sliding onto the barstool next to Scarab. 

“Sooo.. you’re a martini guy? That figures, really fits with your whole classy vibe Scrabby.” Prismo flagged the bartender with his hand- “Can i get two lemon drop shots please?”

S: Scarab did his best to avoid the expression on his face from slipping into annoyance the moment Prismo joined him at the bar. Partially because he worried about the impression it gave of him. Normally he wasn't one to rush to get drunk, but he figured if he had any chance of surviving the night, he had to get some sort of a buzz.

Prismo was one of the many reasons for his need to be less-than-sober. Since the company teams merged and they became coworkers, Prismo had been a consistent thorn in his side. The entire team had been in need of fixing, but the tall man especially seemed to be far too used to leniency from his superiors. Though Scarab wasn’t technically above him, he carried himself well enough that Prismo and other employees listened to him well enough. Maybe not as much as Scarab would prefer, but he had noticed significant improvement since they merged. 

Prismo had an important job in the company, and certainly had potential to excel. Scarab could tell. But the other man seemed to lack motivation, and that was what Scarab had intended to provide; frequent visits to check on his progress, constant nitpicks about his work, and it had paid off. The only unfortunate side effect of the arrangement was that Scarab had picked up and awkward and unprofessional attraction to the other man, despite all complications and differences between them. It bothered him, grated on his poor, overworked soul, that perhaps there were more reasons for doting on Prismo than just a desire to improve his work ethic.

Scarab wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. Despite whatever feelings he had for Prismo, he could absolutely not tolerate his fooling around tonight. Not sober, anyway. At least the music was good. 

“I suppose I am.” he mumbled as much as he could, but anything less than a yell wouldn’t have made it through the miasma of blaring music and talking surrounding them. Scarab eyed the taller man, “Two shots already? How drunk do you plan on getting tonight?”

P: Prismo gave a smile to the bartender in thanks for the shots before turning that blinding smile to Scarab and quirked up his brow. 

“What? Oh- no dude, this one's for you. Like- a peace offering?” He slid the shot glass gently to the other across the table. “Vodka, triple sec, lemon- goes down nice and easy.” 

With that statement he tipped the shot back and downed it in one go, finishing with a flick of his tongue to lick the sugar off the rim. He spent longer than necessary sucking on the rim of the shotglass to clean the sugary remnants. Sheesh he really was gonna have to get a little buzz going if he was going to survive this night. Scarab was looking at him with an unreadable expression, and Prismo was doing his best to keep his eyes off the fact that he’d never seen Scarab in less than a full suit. Scarab had taken the liberty of rolling his shirt sleeves up, and the slacks he'd chosen seemed tight in all the right ways. He looked hot.

“I mean- you don't have to drink it man, but this is a celebration! And we have so much to celebrate tonight- our team flippin’ did it!” Prismo brought an arm around to wrap up Scarab’s shoulder in a friendly side hug before letting go. “Honestly, I was surprised to see you agree to come to this in the first place. Doesn’t really seem like your type of shindig. Not that I’m disappointed or anything-! Was actually kind of glad to see you tag along..” Ah balls, this wasn’t going as smoothly as he wanted. “Anyways- if you aren’t gonna take that shot…can I have it?” 

S: Scarab exhaled sharply through his nose as the taller man embraced him- he was thankful it was brief. Physical contact wasn’t something Scarab initiated much, and much less received from others. He had a carefully constructed air of professionalism and reservation that usually kept people from touching him, but it didn’t seem to work on Prismo. Scarab had to pretend he hated it, to others and to himself. 

“I didn’t want to come. You’re right, it’s not. But somebody has to make sure you all don’t go crazy on the drinks.” Scarab replied, ignoring Prismo’s request and taking the shot. It was better than his martini, and the sugar wasn’t bad, but he resisted the urge to lick the rest of it off, and set the glass back on the counter. 

“Did you see where everybody else went?” Scarab asked, turning to scan the crowd, but seeing the dancers on stage work themselves around the poles made his cheeks warm, and he turned back to his drink. It was absolutely not professional to stare at nude men, and even if they looked good and that was half the point of this establishment, he didn't want his coworkers to see a vulnerable side of him. He was sure they'd just use it to tease him, if he indulged in the dancers.

P: “Ah-! there ya go Scrabby down the hatch!” Prismo tried to bite back the satisfied smirk that was edging at the corner of his mouth and instead gave the shorter man an approving pat on the back in camaraderie, like he'd just taught the man a brand new parlor trick. What, could he really miss out on an opportunity to see the illusive Scarab cut loose a little? 

“Well, you can still keep an eye on everyone while having a little fun right?” Prismo's eyes glittered with hidden mischief as he held up his finger for two more shots before giving an amused little spin from his spot on the barstool. He scanned the room for some familiar faces. 

“Ummm- Looks like Cos and the gang nabbed a table over there by the stage- we should totally join em.” He pointed a painted fingernail over to the area Scarab was avoiding like the plague. He did not miss the slight red-hue that the tip of the other's ears had turned or the way his eyes couldn't find a particular place to focus.  

 “...I also think I saw Orbo wander into one of the private back rooms haha-.. yikes . But really man, don't worry so much, we’re done with work for the year. That's the whole point of this.” 

Another two shots were placed in front of them and Prismo held one out for Scarab while holding his own. “So, cheers? To having some fun?”

S: Scarab knew it was probably a bad idea to take another shot- really a bad idea, because he didn't particularly want his coworkers to see him as more than tipsy. But, he supposed, if they were going to get drunk, maybe they wouldn't remember it. Might end up being easy to gaslight them into thinking they're overexaggerating when talking about tonight. 

He rolled his eyes when he heard about Orbo, heading right to the backrooms; he *was* the one who chose this place, and it seemed like he had his night planned out. 

“This isn’t my idea of fun. It’s embarrassing. You can join them. I think I’m fine staying right here. Just let me know when you’re all ready to go back to the hotel.” Scarab grumbled, shriveling in on himself slightly as he downed the other shot. Maybe that should be his last one. “But… you did improve quite a bit. You deserve to enjoy yourself tonight. Don’t waste your time at the bar with me.”

P: Ah geez, there Scarab went looking all lonely and cute again. It had been happening more often lately, the softening of sharpened words when talking to Prismo specifically. Prismo couldn’ help but want to dig his fingers into the cracks of Scarab's mask and see what was hiding underneath. His smile dampened with a bit of disappointment. 

“Awe, you sure man? I was really hoping to spend a little time with you outside the office…” Glob, Prismo hoped his tone didn't sound too needy but- what other time would he get this opportunity. As soon as the new fiscal year started Scarab would go into full auditing mode and he'd see even less of the bristly bug. He placed a hand on Scarab's shoulder, giving it a little squeeze and gave what he hoped was a reassuring and comforting smile.

“Hey barkeep~ can I get one final shot for me and my pal and a Moscow Mule for the road?” Removing his hand from Scarab's shoulder he slipped his hand into his pocket and put a $20 in the tip jar.

“Well, if you change your mind, I'll be right up at the front~!” And with that Prismo tipped back his final shot with far too much ease, picked up his drink and with a wink, left Scarab alone to his devices.

S: Scarab cocked an eyebrow at Prismo’s little confession. Why on Earth Prismo would want to spend time with him of all coworkers was beyond his imagination- the taller man surely felt some sort of frustration with Scarab’s constant micromanagement at work. He should have jumped at the opportunity to go party with his other coworkers, and leave stone-cold Scarab alone to brood. 

Scarab let the third shot sit untouched beside him. He was debating whether or not he should, but at least Prismo had left him to decide on his own. It probably wouldn’t harm him, just one more, though he could already feel a buzz forming from the first three drinks. 

He kept the barstool warm for a while, absently scrolling through his phone, keeping a watchful eye on the time. The music was loud enough that he could barely think, and mostly was just trying to look distracted so nobody would try to talk to him. So far, it was working. 

Somewhere behind him near the stage, someone who was presumably the host of the club began speaking into a microphone, plenty loud enough to hear from the bar and maybe even from the street. Scarab should have invested in earplugs. 

“Alright, we’re going to get amateur night rolling! If you want to experience a night as a dancer, let one of the performers know! They’ll help you get ready- though some of you are already dressed sexy enough to hop up right away!" The host’s voice was excitable, probably forced to sound more thrilled than he actually was. Scarab considered looking towards the stage, but he thought better of it.

P: Prismo internally groaned to himself as he made his way over to the small group of friends clustered around a lounge table. Dang it, he was really hoping he could have pried a little more conversation out of Scarab, but Prismo also knew not to push his luck when it came to the other men's clear need for boundaries. Pushing the disappointment down in favor of bringing his attention back to the vibrant atmosphere in front of him, Prismo greeted his colleagues with enthusiasm. They did a quick clink of their glasses, to cheers in celebration before turning their eyes onto the stage.

Prismo was starting to feel pretty dang good. The shots he'd slammed back in quick succession were making quick work of fuzzing his brain up with a familiar sensation like tv static and he could definitely feel the temperature of his body rising with the rush of alcohol swirling through his blood stream. Every once in a while Prismo would crane his head back to peer at Scarab- still alone at the bar, on his phone it looked like. Prismo couldn't hide the fond smile that crept up on his face, what a nerd.

The performer that was currently on stage was putting on an impressive display of flexibility, Prismo felt his eyes linger on the long expanse of leg strapped with garters. He brought a hand down to undo a couple buttons of his shirt collar absently, boy maybe it was hotter in here then he thought. 

Never one to pace himself properly, 3 shots and one drink was enough to make Prismo feel a bit *loose* and the music was seeping into his bones. Next to him, Cos made an off-handed joke about how Prismo could show up most of the dancers in his sleep, not knowing the scheme that comment would start brewing.

Prismo was extroverted on a normal day, with liquor in his system, he tended to grow more bold, more shameless. With an inebriated grin Prismo raised his hand to flag down a dancer that was making their way around the room. 

“Hey~! Are you still looking for amateur night performers? I'd like to volunteer as tribute~!” He made a saluting motion with his hand and laughed.

S: The dancer Prismo flagged down was a young, lithe man with long sage-green hair. He seemed to be dressed for some sort of fae theme, with glittery green makeup on his cheeks and eyes. He smiled brightly when Prismo volunteered. 

“Of course! We’re just getting started, amateur night is all night, babe! You wanna come back with me and get dressed up?” he asked, settling his hands on his hips, “You’re all legs, you’d look great in something that shows them off.” 

Scarab nearly leapt from his skin when he felt a firm hand on his back, before Orbo sat down beside him. They shared a momentary glance, one laced with suspicion on Scarab’s side, before the bigger man ordered a drink. 

“Prismo said you were in the backrooms.” Scarab mentioned, returning his attention to his phone. 

“Oh, I was. Love it there. But it’d be a waste of a night if I didn’t hammer some down, you know?” Orbo replied, taking his drink in hand and taking a few moments to savor it, “looks like Prismo’s heading back there now.” 

Scarab surprised himself with the speed at which he turned around, scanning the crowd for a brief moment, before catching the tall man’s pink hair disappearing behind the stage with one of the dancers. A red tint darkened his cheeks more- the alcohol was buzzing in his brain already- and he turned back to the bar to finally down that final lemon drop. 

“Not my business.” Scarab mumbled, threading a hand through his hair. 

“Oh, sure it's not, mate. You think he’s gonna dance?” 

“I doubt it.” 

“Don’t be so sure.” Scarab wished he could be more sure. The thought of it made something stir in his gut, but he tried to ignore it.

P: “Cmon sugar~ right this way.” The fae-like man cooed, grabbing Prismo by the hand and gently tugging him to a dressing room behind the illuminated stage. Prismo's feet shuffled obediently as he was led further down the rabbit hole, a small hiccup leaving his lips as he giggled.

Prismo's eyes roamed around the room as he was led over to a seat with a vanity, the desk littered with an array of makeup and body glitter for free use. The room was bustling with strangers and dancers alike. Some getting ready for their own performance, some assisting like the sage-green man in coaxing fresh blood into the spotlight. 

The stripper placed a hand on Prismo's cheek, inspecting him for a moment. 

“Alright gorgeous, I don't think I need to do much with a pretty face like yours, but let's make those baby blues really pop shall we?” The stripper said with delight, grabbing a brush and dipping into a sparkly pink color. Prismo kept his eyes shut, only opening to see the finished product and was pleased with the results. 

Sparkly pink graphic liner adorned his eyes, his lower lash-line accentuated by smokey black. The dancer had taken to highlighting Prismo's cheekbones in a glittery gold that matched his earring and wow, his eyes really did look striking with the subtle change. 

“Wow…That's uh- that's pretty impressive man, I didn't think I could pull off something like this- thanks um-?” He looked up in question at the other. 

“You can call me Fern, baby doll~ and you haven't seen nothing yet~!” With a friendly push, Fern brought Prismo over the a rack of clothing options, flicking through a few pieces before shoving a wad of clothing in Prismo's arms with glee.

“Trust me, there isn't gonna be a single person in the house tonight able to take their eyes off you in that.”

Prismo swallowed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Oh balls, maybe this was too bold, even for him. 

S: Scarab used all of his remaining willpower to avoid searching for Prismo again, to check if he had left the back rooms or what . Orbo was not helping, especially not when he ordered the man a Tom Collins that certainly had too much alcohol for him, but his thoughts were getting less reasonable by the minute. Even the raucous noise of the club was getting dulled. 

He barely even argued when Orbo got up and began pulling him towards the stage. He grumbled, shoving the man’s arm off his back and following along with a huff. 

“I’m not interested in the dancers, Orbo.” Scarab tried, noticing Cosmo and the others already sitting on a long, cushioned bench facing the stage. They all had drinks of their own, and gave a tentative wave when the two approached- more to Orbo, but still. Scarab sat down at the end, drink in hand, and pulled out his phone again. Still didn’t want to give in, still didn’t want to appear interested in the dancers, even if they were, from what little he had seen, very attractive. But Scarab didn’t go for strangers. Wouldn’t let himself look like the type, especially not to his coworkers. 

A few minutes passed, and much to his annoyance he felt a small smack on his arm from Orbo, and a gesture to look on the stage. Scarab frowned, returning to his phone. Whatever he wanted him to see, it probably wouldn’t interest him. 

“Scarab, mate, Prismo’s up there.” 

Scarab’s eyes jumped to the stage.

P: Man, Prismo really wished he'd had one final shot before going out there. The nerves in his stomach meshed with liquid courage, it felt like he was already doing summersaults. Cosmo hadn't been lying necessarily with his boasting of Prismo’s moves, but he was pretty rusty. Little known fact about Prismo, he used to do gymnastics from highschool through college as an outlet for his abundance of energy, it left him flexible , to say the least. 

With one final deep breath, resolve steeled, Prismo heard the beginning notes of the song he'd selected and drifted onto the stage slowly, matching the beat of the opening lyrics as he made his way to the pole. 

*~☆(Body Party by Ciara playing)~☆*

~“My body, is your party baby, nobodies invited but you-”~

Prismo placed a delicate hand on the pole, the other slowly caressing down his bare chest, hooking his thumb against one of his nipple rings and giving it a teasing tug. The gold twinkled against the spotlights, *that* was a factoid he hadn’t intended to reveal in a working environment but- too late now. 

~”Baby put your phone down, you should turn it off, cause tonight it's going down.”~

Prismo let the rhythm of the music sink into him, his eyes scanning the rows of the audience, unseeing for now and giving a seductive smile as he walked languidly around the pole. Adorning his feet were a pair of platform stilettos that Prismo was doing a remarkably good job walking in. Almost like he'd done it before. 

S: Scarab blinked once, twice, three times before his inebriated brain caught up to the realization that Orbo was right, and the lanky, promiscuous figure on the stage was in fact Prismo. His face bloomed a rosy red, and his phone was subsequently forgotten in his lap. 

Scarab never would have imagined he’d see Prismo wearing so little clothing- he was always wearing the most baggy, comfortable clothes he could manage without breaking the dress code, and sometimes he paid it no mind and wore his pajamas anyway. Yet there he was on stage wearing almost nothing. Scarab’ breath caught in his throat for a moment, and he coughed into his fist a few times to clear it, and try to break the trance he was caught in. 

He did not need to know Prismo had his nipples pierced. Absolutely could have gone his whole life without seeing him tug on the ring while smiling at the crowd- some of the blood that was pounding in his head shot straight down to his groin and he hoped and prayed that wasn’t going to be a problem. 

“Hey, he doesn’t look half bad, does he mate?” Orbo chuckled, elbowing Scarab enough to shake him. Scarab didn’t answer, but he still couldn’t look away from Prismo, either.

P: ~“You can't keep your hands off me, touch me right there, rock my body”~

Prismo gave a languid body roll against the pole, one hand grinding down his chest as he arched his back. A pair of neon pink wrap around tights criss-crossed up the expanse of slender legs, just tight enough for plush thigh and ass to spill over temptingly. Sinking down to his knees in a slow seductive movement, he tilted his head to the side with a roguish grin, locking eyes with a stranger in the audience and giving a wink, dropping his hips down in a thrusting motion. 

A few whistles and catcalls bubbled up from the audience and with an emboldened display Prismo spread his legs into a seamless split. He smirked to himself as he rolled onto his back. Awe yeah, He’s still got it. Extending one leg up into the air and running his hand along the expanse of open skin, he tugged at one of the pink straps, letting it snap back against his skin with a slight gasp. Prismo’s head was buzzing with the rush of liquor and attention, the lyrics warming his body from the implications. 

~”Boy, you should know that your love is always on my mind, I'm not gonna fight it, I want it all the time”~

With far more grace than someone Prismo’s size should have, he rose up from the ground, never hesitating to run his hands along every inch of exposed skin. He felt so radiant under the lights in that moment, he wanted the audience to feel how soft and supple his skin was. It had been quite some time since Prismo had done any type of performative work, but he found the rhythm of the song and the heat coiling in his stomach to be enough to put on a show. 

‘Alright Prismo- Lets see if you’ve really still got it bud’ He sucked in a breath.

Steeling his nerves for a second time, Prismo gripped the pole firmly with both hands and swung his leg around, beginning to climb. The whoops from the crowd continued as with another impressive feat of strength, he kicked his legs out into an open split. Feeling victorious, a wide grin spread over his face as he glanced at the crowd, until his eyes locked with a familiar face sitting in the front row. 

S: Scarab was stunned, watching Prismo work the pole like he'd been made for it. He could hardly believe the tall, lazy man he'd been bossing around at the office was on stage at a strip club , wearing so little, legs wrapped up like an actual present. And he looked good, fucking wonderful , actually, and it was doing things to Scarab that he would rather not happen in public, especially not with his entire work team sitting right next to him. 

He should leave, run back to the bar before Prismo sees him. But he was stunlocked- stuck in place with his hand pressed into his mouth to hide his drunken awe. Prismo’s dark skin looked velvety soft under the magenta glow, and the pink straps hugged his thighs just enough to dip the supple skin around it. Scarab got the urge to touch, to grab, to get closer, and then their eyes met, and panic burst in him like a balloon, shaking him from his trance. 

Before he could run, Orbo placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, all but trapping him in place. He didn’t want to appear so desperate to leave, but he was mortified to see Orbo waving a few bills at Prismo, beckoning him over. Scarab grit his teeth. 

“Orbo, what the fuck are you doing?” 

“I’m just givin’ em’ my support, mate! ‘Sides, he looks ravishing, don’t he?” 

Yes . Scarab didn’t say it outloud- instead he accepted his fate, crossed his legs to hide his little ‘issue’ and kept his eyes plastered to the bar.

P: Oh- now that was something. Prismo felt his breath hitch a bit in his throat. He hadn’t paid much attention to who was watching him, assuming Scarab would still be lurking in the back by the bar, but there he was, front and center and looking quite bothered .  It made something burn hot in Prismo’s stomach, he’d never seen Scarab look so flustered, so *small*. Prismo’s eyes zeroed in on the dangling paper in Orbo’s hands, while having his superior beckon to him like he was a dog was demeaning in most ways, Prismo ignored that in favor of focusing on Scarab’s squirming posture. Cute .

~“You got me so excited- Now it's just me and you”~

With ease, Prismo descended from the pole, sliding down tantalizingly slow until he was back on his knees again. With a fluid movement Prismo undulated his body down into the floor, lifting his ass in the air in an inviting display of submission for everyone to view. He knew the curve of his spine and the barely there thong gave little to the imagination and he hoped Scarab was paying attention to it. 

Then, like a leopard stalking his prey Prismo began to crawl on his hands and knees down the runway, making sure to stop and lean in for the seated guests sticking their hands in the air eagerly with cash. Prismo purred, taking the various bills and tucking them in between the seams of his tights. Gyrating and rolling his hips lewdly, one particularly generous customer waved a $50 and Prismo made sure to grab the gentleman’s hand and guide it down his lithe frame, directly where to place that bill.

While making his rounds for a quick buck had been a great ego boost, Prismo couldn’t help how wide his grin was splitting across his face as he made it to his end goal. Eyes flickering with delight as he drank in the cherry red tinge that covered Scarab’s typical pale complexion. Even more delightful was how Scarab was awkwardly squeezing his legs together. Prismo cocked his head to the side coyly, earring glittering against the stage lights as he leaned in. 

“Hiya Scrabby~ having fun yet~?”

S: Scarab was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Prismo. They kept flicking back to his form, watching him flaunt himself for the other people lining the stage. His face was starting to hurt, with how hot his cheeks were, and how tight his jaw was set. He wished Orbo would get his hand off his damn shoulder- the discomfort between his legs was getting a lot harder to ignore. 

There was a different feeling, too, a bitter feeling of jealousy, at seeing other people tuck their filthy money into Prismo’s straps, touching his thighs before he could. It was all becoming too much, he had no right to feel that way. Prismo could do whatever he wanted, and he was clearly enjoying himself. Scarab needed another drink. Maybe another three. Anything to make his already muddled brain even foggier. He needed to be completely incoherent to deal with this. 

Scarab flinched when he saw Prismo approaching, all sexy long legs and boozy confidence, and he felt caught in his gaze like a bug under a magnifying glass. He swallowed thick, trying and most likely failing to look composed, but he was having a hard time sitting still for more than one reason. He put on the best look of displeasure that he could manage. 

“ No . But you look like you are. I was just about to head back to the bar.” 

“Don’t worry about him, Prismo. He’s just a hardass, you look great, mate.” Orbo spoke, after a particularly heavy chug of his drink, and leaning a little on Scarab’s frame. The smaller man grumbled, annoyed by the extra weight on his shoulder. Cosmo leaned forward and gave Prismo a double thumbs up, his eyebrows raised in enthusiastic support.

P: A quick look of displeasure crossed Prismo’s expression, glancing from Orbo’s hand on Scarab’s shoulder to the crumpled bills he was waving enthusiastically. The bar? Why the hell would Scarab wanna go back to the bar when Prismo was right here ? Guess it some made sense- none of this was to Scarab’s comfort level and Prismo obviously knew that but, couldn’t tonight be different? Was Prismo really so unappetizing that his dance did nothing ? No, Prismo assessed the situation again, how Scarab couldn’t look him in the eye, squirming and shifting in his seat, a few buttons loose on his collared shirt. Scarab wanted to run, Prismo was not going to let him. 

~"You can't keep your hands off me, touch me right there, rock my body. I can't keep my hands off you, your body is my party"~

Prismo reached out impulsively, hand running along the length of Scarab’s loose necktie and gave it a tug . It dislodged Orbo’s grip on Scarab’s shoulder and pulled the smaller man forward into a better sitting position, so he could look directly into Prismo’s eyes. Ignoring Orbo in his entirety, still holding firmly onto the tie, like a leash, Prismo purred. 

“Don’t take your eyes off me Scrabby..why would you wanna go anywhere else?” 

Then Prismo extended one of his slender legs out past the stage, then the other, in a fluid motion with his hand still on Scarab’s tie Prismo seated himself atop Scarab, straddling him in front of strangers, all their co-workers and god alike. He could have regrets about it later, for now, he was going to make sure Scarab remembered every second of this. 

S: Scarab missed the unsatisfied look on Prismo's face. His cheeks burned, he wanted another drink, and Orbo was starting to piss him off. He didn't need Prismo's teasing on top of it. It was all a little overwhelming, clouding his brain further in a horny, drunken, embarrassed fog. 

Until he felt his body jerk forward, and with a start his eyes locked with Prismo's; His painfully hypnotic, beautiful blues, and suddenly the only thing he was thinking about was him. 

Vaguely he heard Orbo and Cosmo hoot enthusiastically, but Scarab wasn't really processing anything but the fact that Prismo was in his lap , and it was difficult to breath and swallow and function and shit- there was no way he would be able to hide how hard he was now. He kept his hands to the side, making sure not to touch, as much as his fingers tingled in anticipation and want. 

“Prismo, this is really inappropriate-” He tried, steeling his glare as much as he could manage, but he was sure he looked as disoriented as he felt. Prismo was a warm, comfortable weight in his lap, but his pride couldn't let him give in so easily.

P: Prismo tried to hide the pleasurable hiss that threatened to escape as he sat flush in Scarab’s lap. His head was buzzing pleasantly with adrenaline and booze, arousal beginning to curl in his stomach at the sight of making someone as ruthless as Scarab squirm .  Putting a painted finger up to Scarab’s lips, Prismo made a shushing noise and smirked in satisfaction as he felt something twitch in obedience below him. 

The whoops and hollers from the audience were only driving Prismo on further as he proceeded to continue his performance. Shame thrown to the wind, moving from pole work to a lapdance was not exactly how Prismo expected his night to go, but man it was really hard to regret it when Scarab was looking so pretty underneath him.

Gently at first, Prismo rolled his hips down at the same time he arched his back. He could smell the alcohol on Scarab’s breath; he was so close as his bare chest rubbed against fabric. Scarab was stiff beneath him in more ways than one, and Prismo continued to undulate on top of him, enjoying the little power trip he was getting from the whole thing. Scarab hadn’t touched him yet. Prismo wondered how long Scarab could keep that up.

S: Scarab couldn't decide whether to stare at Prismo's face, or the bare expanse of his body- both were equally enticing, intoxicating , demanding his attention like he was on a leash. 

It took him a few moments to realize he moaned when Prismo began to grind into him. It sent sparks of nearly overwhelming pleasure straight to his dick and he shuddered, biting his lip in a desperate attempt to keep himself from making more humiliating sounds. He hoped nobody heard him over the music, but Prismo was so close, they were sharing the they breathed, and Scarab was pleading for release from his hold; yet reveling in it all the same. 

Scarab's hands itched to touch, they rose tentatively from the cushioned bench for a moment before he remembered this was his coworker and this was not how either of them should be acting, but glob he looked so good, felt so good, and it was becoming way too much way too fast. 

“Prismo, you need to get off me .” Scarab hissed, though all his usual bite had melted into a breathy whine, as he finally raised a hand to press against Prismo's chest. He felt the little ring of metal beneath his thumb and he retreated his hand after only a moment, feeling another jolt of heat from just the momentary touch. Scarab was going to embarrass himself if Prismo didn't show him some mercy soon.

P: ~"And I can't deny it, I want you, I'm on you"~

Prismo let out a breathy chuckle, Scarab was looking more enticing by the minute, and so was the hard-on that was pressing delectably into his rear. Ignoring the threats of warning Prismo did the exact opposite of what was requested and gripped Scarab’s hands in his own, guiding them to run down the length of his ribcage, down to his waist, before pressing them firmly against his ass. 

The audience was beginning to fade out of view in favor of irresistible heat pressing against him. Prismo licked his lips, letting his own hands come to tug and unbutton more of Scarab’s dress shirt. God Prismo wanted to drag his tongue over every inch of that collarbone, and Scarab was beginning to sweat too, the musky scent was doing something funny to Prismo’s brain.

 At this point,  it was less of a lap dance and more of a public bump and grind, but Prismo couldn’t find it in him to care about anything past the electric feel of Scarab gripping his ass, nails digging into plush skin. Fuck, if he tilted his hips down just a bit more. Prismo bit his lip, the pleasure was beginning to rise as he rocked forward intimately against Scarab. The glazed over look he was receiving in return, desperate and hungry, almost panicked , it was enough to make Prismo’s own cock twitch with enjoyment. Prismo gave a triumphant, cunning grin as he panted against the side of Scarab’s neck, before licking a hot, wet strip up to his ear. 

“Scrabby~” He all but moaned into Scarab’s ear. 

~”The things I wanna do to you. My body's calling you”~

Then suddenly, the song was over, magenta lights fading. The pulsing thrum of the music was replaced by thunderous applause on all sides. Prismo blinked against the fog of arousal, sanity coming back in bits and pieces as he rose up from Scarab’s lap. Before he could even say anything, a dancer was sashaying over, taking him by the hand and back up the stairs to give a bow.

“My oh my~! Amateur night really brings out the best in all of us doesn’t it?” The host cajoled. “Let’s give it up for this lovely pair of legs shall we~?” More applause followed as Prismo was promptly pushed off the stage and back to the dressing room.

S: Scarab moaned- a mortified, desperate sound as Prismo guided his hands down to the soft flesh of his ass. He couldn’t help but grab it, reeling at the dual sensation of the taller man grinding his own erection into Scarab’s. 

He bit down harder on his lip, wishing that the fucking music would just end before he came in his pants like a damn teenager in front of his workmates. His heart was slamming against his ribcage, trying to push him even closer to Prismo, as though that were possible. 

Scarab slammed his eyes shut when Prismo leaned in, far too overwhelmed to handle his handsome coworker being so close . He flinched at the sudden warmth on his neck, another shuddering moan drawn out of his throat, following the rise of Prismo’s tongue. 

Despite all his begging to the stars, the time between the song ending and Prismo being plucked out of his lap went by like a blur. The sudden absence of that delicious, torturous pressure took a bit to register in his brain. He sat in stunned silence, until Orbo elbowed him again, chuckling raucously over the loud music, shaking Scarab from his trance. 

“I bet there’s gonna be a line of guys waiting to take him home after that. I know I would, if we didn’t work together.” Orbo chided, taking another heavy gulp his whatever way-too-strong beverage he was drinking. Scarab scowled, mind way too far gone to hide his disdain for the idea, the image of Prismo going to some guy’s house after grinding on Scarab like that. 

Scarab vaguely heard him start to speak again, but he was already up and out of the bench, hurrying towards the bathroom before he could hear. He shoved his way through the crowd, his heels clicking on the linoleum floor audible even above the roaring pool of club-goers.

Scarab slammed the bathroom door open, startling somebody by the sink, and found the first open stall to hide himself in. He felt like he was going to combust- his body couldn’t decide whether to send all his blood to his head or his dick, and it seemed to have decided to split the difference, because his hands were shaky and he was harder than he’d been in a long ass time. Even the rush to the bathroom sent little jolts of pleasure through him- he regretted wearing tight slacks. 

He could forgive himself for that, he hadn’t expected Prismo to get wasted and grind in his lap in front of everyone. He’d never be able to live it down, if anyone remembered it. Scarab wasn’t nearly drunk enough to forget. But the problem in his pants was way too obvious, he couldn’t go back out there with such an obvious hard-on. 

Still, he really didn’t want to jack-off in a disgusting, public club bathroom, either. Scarab would like to keep what little dignity he had left intact, though there really wasn’t much left at that point. 

With a quiet, frustrated sigh, Scarab brought his hand tentatively to his clothed cock, ghosting his hand over the mound. He hissed; he was so worked up that even the barest touch felt fucking wonderful. 

He hoped Prismo forgot about it tomorrow. He was sure it was all because of the alcohol- why else would he have singled out Scarab from everyone in the crowd, the one guy who’s constantly on his ass about everything at work? It made no sense. It must have been a prank of some sort- maybe Orbo or Cosmo put him up to it, and he got carried away with all the booze in his system. Scarab let his eyes shut again, leaning his back against the door of the stall.

P: Prismo's brain was still having some trouble playing catch-up as he was carted back into the dressing rooms. His erection was beginning to rub uncomfortably against the material of his thong as he walked. Normally, sporting a hard-on publically in a thong would leave him sheepish, but Prismo's mind had no time for matters such as human decency. He could do nothing but let his mind wander back to the provocative expressions and shudders he'd managed to twist out of Scarab. Fuck, he was this close to getting Scarab to moan his name he was sure of it. 

Prismo blinked dumbly as the dancer he'd met prior, Fern, handed him his clothes back in a neatly folded pile, snapping him out of his daze momentarily. Fern gave an enthusiastic smile and patted Prismo on the back. 

“Well, I gotta say sugar, you were a natural up there~! You really gave that cutie in the suit a run for his money at the end there. If I didn't know any better I'd say that was a planned performance, the sexual chemistry was practically oozing off the two of you.” Fern said this with a swoon, fanning themselves flamboyantly. 

“Ha- Planned..? Glob no that was- I mean.. he and I aren't-” Prismo felt his tongue trip up at that comment. The thought that he and Scarab were intimate enough in the first place to look so natural grinding on each other was making his face warm over. Oh man, maybe he wasn't drunk enough after all, the feeling of shame and embarrassment was beginning to creep up the back of his neck, looming just as heavy as the arousal in his dick. 

Prismo awkwardly changed back into the attire he'd had on before entering the strip club. Handing over the wraps and heels, he attempted to give back the pink g-string but was told it had found its rightful owner. He thanked Fern one final time, stuffing the thong into his hoodie pocket and exited the dressing rooms. He did a quick once over at the stage seating, dejectedly noting that Scarab was no longer present in the row with Orbo and his friends but walked over anyway with a wobbly grin. ‘Alright, play it cool Prismo, don't be obvious.’

“Heyyyy guys- anyone seen Scarab?” ‘ Too obvious Prismo.’ His question was met with several knowing smirks and some incredibly obnoxious laughter from Orbo that he tried to ignore. He gave Cosmo an appreciative smile when the man produced a shot out of what seemed to be thin air and offered it to Prismo. Prismo took no hesitation in knocking it back, he was starting to miss the shameless drunk fog and was unsure he could survive the rest of the night without it, especially when Orbo placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a far too friendly squeeze and leaning into his personal space. 

“ Oh yeah, I've seen Scarab alright mate- practically ran with his tail between his legs to the bathrooms as soon as you got off stage-! You shoulda seen the look on his face- didn't know ol’ bugboy could get so RED HAHA- Can't really blame him though can ya? I mean damn Prismo, you’ve been holding out on me buddy.” The lecherous undertone was obvious and incredibly unappealing coming from his supervisor and Prismo dislodged his grip easily, remaining casual. 

“Haha yeah man, tons of tricks up my sleeves what can I say, but gosh, you know- you just reminded me I forgot to take this makeup off my face in the dressing room and I've got like, super sensitive skin so I'm just gonna go to the bathroom and wash it off. You guys party without me.” Oh yeah, that was totally believable. Prismo was going to pretend that was believable to his coworkers and himself as he left the table in favor of heading towards the restrooms, more of Orbo’s laughter echoing behind him before it got lost in the crowd.

S: Okay, touching himself was absolutely not helping. His heart leapt into his throat every time somebody came into the bathroom, and despite the hand clapped firmly over his mouth, he couldn’t hide his heavy, throaty moans, which only served to embarrass him further. He hadn’t even thought it possible, but he'd been proven wrong many times tonight. Every touch only made him more desperate for release, he was aching to unzip himself and free his erection from its confines- his slacks were much too tight, his own touch was way too much and way too little at the same time, and he was going to lose this mental battle with himself if this kept on for long. 

Scarab’s eyes were still closed tight, and combined with the heavy brain fog and loud music coming from outside the bathroom, he found some sort of mental solace in pretending he was not in a filthy club bathroom. He tried at first to picture himself at home, but too quickly he imagined Prismo on his bed, wearing the same thong and tight leg garters, spreading his long legs for him. His resolve slipped down his throat like a shot, and he dragged his hand over his clothed cock and squeezed, slamming the back of his head against the stall door and moaning “Prismo”, drooling as he thrust his hips into the pressure of his palm. He had missed the sound of the door opening, too caught up in his head to notice. 

His legs trembled- the heels weren’t even excessively tall, but he felt wobbly in them, and took a few hasty steps to better adjust himself against the wall, heels clicking loudly against the linoleum floor. Scarab winced at the sound, considered taking the things off entirely, but thought against it. He worked his hand over his crotch, panting Prismo’s name again . Humiliating, truly, and this whole predicament was his damn fault.

P: Prismo sucked in a shaky breath before pressing his hand to the bathroom door and entering. The bathroom was similar to the outside of the club, a mixture of slate black highlighted by splashes of neon pink and the music hushed as the door slid closed behind him. There was nobody at the sink or around that Prismo could initially see, he felt his shoulders deflate in disappointment once again, why did Scarab have to be so elusive? 

Prismo sighed and motioned towards the sink. He was about to turn on the water to make good on his prior comment about removing his makeup when his ears picked up the sound of his name, murmuring from somewhere behind him. Prismo paused, keeping quiet, out of the corner of his eye from his view in the mirror he spotted a pair of black oxford pumps underneath the farthest stall to the left. He knew those pumps anywhere. Before Prismo could even move he heard it again, the sound of his name, muffled, but undeniably a moan. Heat immediately traveled down Prismo’s spine, face flushing and his cock gave a jerk of approval in his jeans like it was being summoned to the call. 

Fuck. Prismo swallowed and did a quick glance at the entrance to the bathrooms, no lock. No one else had come in besides him, privacy was usually standard for matters like this but Prismo thought to himself for the millionth time that night, ‘when the hell am I ever gonna get this opportunity again?’ It was with that thought in mind that he walked over to the final stall and gave a tentative knock.

“Uh- heyyyy…~ Scrabby, ya in there?” 

S: Scarab's hand leapt from his dick like it had shocked him the moment he heard a knock on the door behind him. His heart skipped; of fucking course it was Prismo. It seemed there was no way to avoid him tonight.

He definitely heard Scarab moan his name. Embarrassment welled into frustration; he could only take so much. In a single motion, he unlocked and opened the door, grabbed a fistful of Prismo's stupid pink sweatshirt, and pulled into the stall to slam him against the wall. 

"You- you make me so mad sometimes- haven't you had enough of embarrassing me for the night? That little stunt of yours- urgh, in front of Orbo? You'd better hope he's too wasted to remember. I hope you're too wasted to remember." Scarab's brain was fuddled, and words tumbled out without any prior consideration. He did think, for a brief moment, that it was a bad idea to drag Prismo into the bathroom stall with him- but it was done now. Might as well give him a piece of his mind.

P: Prismo yelped as the door swung open with a violent swing, an equally violent hand coming out to yank him into the stall. He winced as his back hit the cold tiles with a thud and his space was invaded with the presence of an incredibly angry Scarab. 

Blinking away the disorientation that came with the swing of his body being pushed into the wall, Prismo raked his eyes quickly up and down Scarab’s frame and swallowed. Scarab’s shirt was still unbuttoned, tie dangling like a prop to tug, slacks deliciously tight with a prominent bulge courtesy of his own efforts. 

Prismo then focused his attention on how close Scarab’s riled-up body was pressed into his and the equally hot mouth that was within centimeters of his own. Though the words coming out of that hot mouth were meant to scold him, it did nothing but lick at the fire of arousal in his gut. Scarab was really hot when he was angry, okay?

Impulsively, like most of his decisions in life, Prismo leaned down slightly to close the distance between them further and quieted Scarab’s yelling with his lips. Scarab’s open mouth, still mid-rant, gave Prismo ample room to worm his tongue in and coax the other into a passionate and heated kiss. It tasted like vodka and faintly of cigarettes but Prismo found himself savoring the taste as he fisted a hand into Scarab’s tie and tugged him even closer, knee coming up to rub tantalizingly at Scarab’s hard on.

S: What measly, hopeless bit of resolve left clinging to Scarab's brain slipped away the moment Prismo's tongue slid over his own. His eyes fell shut, and with a muffled groan down Prismo's throat, he pressed the taller man harder against the stall door and drove his hips forward against the meat of Prismo's thigh. 

Fuck it, fuck it- if Prismo was going to offer, Scarab was too far gone to resist him anymore. Who cares who sees or hears- he would worry about it later. He was tired of fighting himself for the night, his dick ached, the alcohol was spurring him on, and Prismo seemed more than willing.

P: Prismo let out an approving groan of his own as he felt the pressure of Scarab’s hold on him increase, it was like he could feel Scarab’s resolve cracking and chipping away with every thrust against his groin and every moan into his mouth. 

Prismo let Scarab’s tie go in favor of running clumsy hands down to grasp at snapping hips and tugged the belt and buttons free on Scarab’s slacks, shoving a hand down to eagerly grasp at the awaiting member and relishing in the pleasured hiss he got in response. Prismo squeezed over Scarab’s briefs, finding his own body rocked with heat and nipping mischievously at Scarab’s lower lip.

“Still think I’m being too inappropriate, Scrabby?” Prismo teased. 

S: His entire body jerked when Prismo's wonderfully warm hand slid over his dick- fucking finally . His cock had been weeping with desire since Prismo had stepped onto that stage, and it was begging for more than just clothed grinding. Scarab wanted more, wanted him to just rip the fucking boxers away and touch him for real. 

"Ah-! Just- fuck off Prismo, you came on to me-" Scarab retaliated, a flimsy attempt to seem less desperate than he was, but his tone was betrayed by the way his body was reacting to every little touch with eager moans. Everywhere Prismo met him sent fireworks of overwhelming heat straight to his dick and burning pleasure swelling in his groin.

P: Prismo let out a breathy chuckle, Scarab's indignant response had little to back it up with the way he was bucking so eagerly into Prismo's hand. And besides, there wasn't much of anything Scarab could have said at this point to deter Prismo from his current task. 

“Yeah.. yeah you're right-.. I want you Scrabby. Real bad.” Prismo said with maybe too much drunken sincerity, toying at the hem of Scarab’s brief for a teasing moment and looking into his eyes. 

The moment was just that though, a single moment, and then Prismo's hand was yanking Scarab's briefs down and his hot palm connected with even hotter flesh. Prismo felt himself drooling a little at the sound it wrenched out of the smaller man and gave another squeeze, running his hand over the head of Scarab's cock. 

S: God, Scarab didn’t care how much Prismo tried to tease him anymore. His name sounded good coming from the taller man’s mouth. It did wonders to his dick before, when he was performing, and it did even more to him now. 

Anything he would have said in return was silenced by the sweltering heat dragging over the wetness of his cockhead- it made his knees almost buckle, forcing him to push Prismo harder into the wall to keep himself steady. He moaned, loud and wanton, pressing his heavy head against Prismo’s chest for a moment of reprieve. He knew he wasn’t going to last long; he almost came just from the lapdance, and he had already been working himself up before Prismo found him. Part of him didn’t want it to end so soon. 

P: Damn, Scarab was being super vocal and it was turning Prismo on to an extreme degree. The cock in his hand was oozing enough pre-cum to act as lubricant and Prismo smirked in satisfaction as he gave an experimental tug with his hand. 

Up and down, Prismo dragged his hand over the length of Scarab's weeping dick, the pressure in his own pants getting tighter as his body connected more firmly with the wall. Scarab had a surprising amount of strength for someone so weak in the knees, the thought was equally arousing as it was a challenge to make the man turn into a puddle.

“ Fuck- Scrabs, you’re so fucking hot…and your dick feels way bigger than I thought it would.”

Prismo's grip became more firm as he began to jack Scarab off with fervor.

S: Scarab took a mouthful of Prismo's sweatshirt, biting down in a desperate attempt to quiet all the sounds he was making. But Prismo's touch was so good . He grabbed a fistful of pink hoodie for even more support, and he moaned in tandem with every agonizingly hot stroke, his entire body tingling, burning, wound up tight and yet way too loose. 

Scarab came with a partially muffled shout, bucking his hips into Prismo's hand as he did. His voice grew an octave, sounding overwhelmed and even more desperate, as he finally got a hint of the relief his body had been craving since Prismo walked on stage in a thong. The fabric trapped in his clenched jaw did very little to hide his pleasured cries. It wasn't enough- his cock barely softened in Prismo's hand, and he made no effort to pull away from his touch.

P: Prismo's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the hot splatter of cum against his hand, that was fast and quite a thick load too he mused. Prismo nudged Scarab back just a bit from his body to reach into his hoodie pocket for the pair of panties he’d stashed. In fear of ruining either of their outfits he used it to wipe the mess off his hands and tossed the cum-stained panties half-hazardly into the corner of the stall. 

Prismo then turned his attention back down to Scarab who was still panting, expression dazed. His cock was still hard and aching for more. Prismo's eyelids hooded over in delight, mouth watering slightly.

“...Can I suck you off Scrabs?” It was embarrassing how eager Prismo must have sounded about it, but he stamped that down in favor of rubbing greedily at Scarab's cock. 

S: Scarab’s hips stuttered in response to the overstimulating touches to his dick, but he made no effort to move away. Each rub sent delicious waves of pleasure through his body- too much, but absolutely perfect at the same time. 

Scarab had half a mind to offer Prismo some relief, too- he figured it was only fair- but Glob, that offer sounded far too good to pass up. He surprised himself with how desperate he was for more touch, to cum again, despite just having expended himself. Prismo seemed to bring that out of him, apparently. 

“If you want to-” Scarab mumbled, loosening his grip on Prismo’s hoodie to allow him to move. He hoped he didn’t sound too excited, but his cock gave an interested twitch against the man’s hand. Damn it , he could try and hide his desperation in his voice, but his body always gave him away.

P: “Okay- great-! Let me just um-” Prismo placed his hand on Scarab's shoulder and swapped their positions so that Scarab's back was the one leaning against the cold wall. It was easier to push the shorter man around after he'd had an orgasm it would seem, as Scarab's legs and body gave little resistance when Prismo yanked his slacks and briefs down all the way leaving Scarab's lower half exposed. 

Prismo felt his mouth watered again at the sight and dropped down to his knees at once. Adding to the list of little known facts Prismo’s coworkers were learning tonight, dick sucking was one of Prismo’s specialties and boy did Prismo wanna wrap his mouth around the fat cock in front of him. Scarab was apparently holding out on his coworkers as well because he was packing heat. 

Prismo’s stomach cartwheeled in perverse satisfaction as he looked up at Scarab from the floor. He brought his face closer to Scarab’s erection, giving a teasing puff of air and giggling when it twitched back at him with annoyance. 

S: Scarab let himself be moved- he was a little too far gone to put up any genuine resistance. Whatever got Prismo's mouth on him fastest. 

Despite the lack of shame that came with all the alcohol in his system, he still felt flustered when Prismo yanked his bottoms down and eyed his dick like it was a spectacle. 

Scarab flinched when a cold burst of air fluttered over his cock, and he shot a frustrated look at the man below him. It was hard to be actually upset, though, because tall-ass Prismo finally being below him for once was a beautiful sight. 

"That's not sucking." Scarab said, dragging one of his hands through the other's hair and tugging his head closer to his groin. The sooner he got to work, the sooner he'd pry those pretty eyes away from his dick and busy himself with it.

P: Prismo’s eyes glazed over further as he was gripped by the hair, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping his parted lips, Scarab even smelled good. Shit , was he whipped or what? Scarab’s cock was bearing down on him almost intimidatingly with how tense and red it was, matching its owner perfectly. When Scarab impatiently pressed him closer, smearing his cockhead against Prismo’s lips he opened his mouth obediently and flicked his tongue out to lap at the thick beads of pre-cum.

The taste was slightly bitter, musky,  remnants of Scarab’s prior orgasm lingering, but Prismo found it made the flavor all the better. His face flushed darker as his mouth salivated in pavlovian response, beginning to drag his tongue over and across the length of Scarab’s member, coating it thoroughly with drool but still not sucking as requested. 

S: Scarab buckled forward the instant some of that warm, wet heat enveloped his cock, leaning over Prismo and bracing his free hand on the wall opposite of him. A long, low sound drifted from his throat, and his grip on the man's pink hair grew tighter in a silent plea to do more. 

Fuck, why Prismo got such a kick out of teasing him, Scarab would never understand. He willed his eyes to stay open. He wanted to watch Prismo take it, the image made the heat in his groin boil and his heart race in his chest, the way his lips spread around his shaft as he took it in further. He hoped he lasted longer this time.

P: Prismo really should’ve taken some pity on Scarab and his clear need for quick gratification but he was already getting lost in his own little world. He had imagined servicing Scarab before, once or twice, private fantasies locked behind closed doors in his apartment. Prismo never thought any of those fantasies would actually come to fruition though. 

It was with this longing desire that he finally opened his mouth and let Scarab push past parted lips, swallowing him down in one fluid motion with a victorious smirk that reached his eyes. The sound it wrenched from Scarab sent a spark of throbbing need to his own member, but he ignored it in favor of getting lost in making Scarab feel good for the time being. 

S: Scarab shouted into the bathroom, his hips lunging further into Prismo's mouth of their own accord. It was addicting, made his thighs tremble, and he leaned a little more on Prismo's head as his legs threatened to buckle again. Curse his stupid heels. 

After another desperate thrust of his hips, Scarab held Prismo's head still, left him flush to his groin so he could feel his tight throat flutter around his cock for a few moments, which eagerly leaked pre-cum across his tongue. 

After those delicious moments passed, Scarab's mind recalled that Prismo needed to breathe, and in a rush pulled the other off his cock to allow him air. 

"Shit- I got- that was too much. Sorry." Scarab mumbled, absentmindedly massaging the other's scalp with his fingertips. He just hoped the other would continue regardless.

P: Prismo felt his hands fly up to brace themselves against Scarab’s knee’s when he was unable to pull himself off of Scarab’s cock and squeezed the muscle there in panic. For a brief moment, Prismo felt the oxygen leave his body, eyes beginning to tear up as his throat closed around the protruding mass before he was just as quickly pushed off of it. 

A wheezing cough left Prismo’s lungs as he sucked in sweet air, his head was spinning a bit as he dazedly looked up at Scarab, wobbly grin on his face.

“...Can you do that again?” Prismo all but groaned, voice rough, nuzzling his face into Scarab’s cock in display of submission. 

S: Scarab stared at Prismo in horny bewilderment for a moment. More pre dribbled from his cock at the way Prismo's voice was raw, and the soft press of his cheek into the hot flesh. Fuck, how could Scarab say no to such a pretty face? He was too drunk for this. 

“You want it that bad, huh?” Scarab groaned, tilting the other man’s head up to encourage his mouth to fall open. It was a bold thing to say, especially considering Scarab was absolutely begging for it in every way, but fuck it. Prismo had teased him plenty. Some revenge wouldn’t hurt. 

Scarab all but shoved his cock in again, sliding between those pretty lips and nestling its weight across his tongue. He let it sit there for a moment, reveling in the tightness again, before he dragged his hips back and snapped his hips forward, pounding the back of his throat with the thick tip of his shaft. The action ripped another pleasured shout from the shorter man- he still didn’t have the brain capacity to care who heard- and he leaned further into his hand on the opposite wall as he began a steady pace of aching thrusts, each one drawing a high ‘ ah-!’ out of Scarab’s drooling mouth. 

“God, you’re so- so annoying sometimes- fuck! Mmph- ‘m gonna shove my cock in your mouth next time you’re ah!- mouthing off to me.” Scarab managed, desperately trying to keep his eyes from wrenching closed, so he could watch the way Prismo’s eyelids winced everytime his hips snapped into his face.

P: Oh fuck . Oh holy fuck that did something unreasonable to Prismo’s insides. Panic flickered and bubbled up, churning with an indescribable heat at every snap of Scarab’s hips forward. Prismo felt his hands drop to his lap lifelessly for a moment as he let Scarab manhandle him as he pleased. Scarab’s admissions of desire were licking at every need Prismo had to be used.

 He couldn’t help the gurgling moan that choked out, sending vibrations through Scarab’s pulsing member as his mouth was fucked with abandon. Drool was beginning to leak out the corner of Prismo’s mouth, vision swimming, one of his hands in his lap shakily moving to squeeze at his own erection, trapped behind pants much too tight. 

S: Scarab’s thrusts became messier, less timely, though his grip in Prismo’s hair grew more firm. It took a lot of effort to keep himself steady in heels- he was briefly thankful the other was holding so still for him. 

His hips stuttered, and he moaned high and whiny before gasping and pulling Prismo off his cock again, catching his breath along with Prismo. Scarab’s chest rose and fell with each heave- it was overwhelming, so much at once, his cock was absolutely dripping pre-cum and saliva. He was so close to cumming again, but fuck was that a lot. 

He took the opportunity to marvel at Prismo’s eyes, the normally vibrant blue more dull and hazy than he’d seen them. His lips were puffy and red and drool dripped down his chin. 

“You look good on your knees, Prismo- just where you belong. Below me.” Scarab groaned, giving his sensitive cock a few moments of reprieve from that enveloping heat, and once the other had caught his breath, he drove himself back into his mouth, setting a punishing, uncontrolled pace as he greedily chased his second orgasm of the hour. 

P: The moment of respite gave Prismo a chance to unbutton his own jeans, shoving an eager hand down his pants and fisting over his own cock in quick strokes. The breathless moan he let out was quickly replaced with a gagging whimper as his mouth was forcefully filled once more. 

Prismo took in the sight of Scarab’s debauched form above him, panting and needy, Every word he said was dripping with desire and melting over Prismo’s consciousness with a pleasant tingle. He felt his eyes flutter closed as another harsh thrust down his throat left his muscles tightening, garbling for sweet release on his throat or his dick or both . It was becoming too much, heady and hot and rushed and burning. 

Prismo felt himself climbing up the hill of his own orgasm when he heard the swinging of the bathroom door open and the sound of footsteps. Prismo’s eyes snapped open in alarm, the hand tugging at his hard-on coming up to push at Scarab’s knees in a panic for him to pause. He let out a desperate breath of air through his nose, the pathetic whine muffled with his mouth full of cock. 

S: Scarab’s eyes wrenched shut when Prismo swallowed around him- every air-choked tremble of his throat drew a thick, wrecked moan from him. He increased the haphazard pace of his thrusts, pulling and pushing Prismo’s head in tandem, rising his body back up against the wall behind him as he climbed that perfect peak, and with a guttural cry he slammed the back of his head into the stall wall and came down Prismo’s throat. He had never been so loud in his life, hell, he’d never cum so hard- it wracked his entire body with pulsing, hot waves that left him trembling. 

“There- fuck, take it, Prismo, swallow like a good bitch, since you wanted it so bad-” Scarab felt Prismo's hands grip his knees, and his throat tightened even harder around his cock as he came- but Prismo had been cruel to him before, grinding on him in front of everyone, so Scarab felt he could be a little cruel, and keep him there a little longer. He had offered, after all, begged for it- so why should he listen to his pleading for air? He could wait a second. 

Scarab pulled out a few moments later, once he'd expelled the extent of his orgasm into Prismo's stomach. He let his eyes flutter open to stare at the ceiling; he felt like his brain had shut off for a minute and needed to come back to reality.

P: Prismo could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears as the footsteps shuffled closer, near the sink, the sound of someone pulling the lever to grab some paper towels. They had chosen the farthest stall on the left, least visible to the door but from the angle of the sink, it was unmistakable that there were two sets of legs under the stall and one set was kneeling shamefully on the ground. 

Prismo’s own cock gave a jolt of masochistic bliss, the grip on his hair was harsh and unrelenting and so was the movement of Scarab’s hips. Scarab, clearly not hearing a single thing over the sound of his own voice, persistently bucked into his mouth until tears began to well up and drip down the side of Prismo’s cheeks. Prismo’s vision was once again blurring, the tension leaving his limbs at the sound of fleeting footsteps and the door closing. 

The knowledge that they had been caught quite literally with their pants between their legs by god knows who sent trembling waves of voyeuristic pleasure through Prismo’s core. He let out a wanton moan, relaxing his throat as he felt the stuttering of Scarab’s hips and the thick stream of semen coating the back of his throat. Prismo felt his eyes glaze over again, dizzily as he drank every drop he was given with greed. Even after Scarab’s cock left his mouth with a lewd, wet pop, he stayed on his knees, gasping for air and resting his head against Scarab’s knee. 

S: Scarab could only stand for a few moments, before he slid down the wall and joined Prismo on the floor to give his wobbly legs a well-deserved break. He let Prismo rest his forehead on his shoulder, guiding it there with his hand tenderly placed on the back of his head. 

“Fuck…” he rasped, taking slow, deep breaths. He glanced at Prismo, taking in the sight of his wet, well-fucked mouth and cheeks stained with tears, and swallowed thickly. He couldn't get hard again so fast after coming twice, but damn if his cock didn't give it a valiant effort. There was a sadistic side to him that preened at the knowledge that he reduced Prismo to that state, and made him ask to be fucked in the mouth. Scarab hoped his jaw would be sore the next day. 

He felt himself relax a little; that overwhelming need seemed to be satiated for now, at least enough to put some of his brain power towards Prismo. Scarab brought his free hand down, tentatively, towards the taller man’s weeping cock, taking it in his palm and giving it a tender stroke. He was drunk and inexperienced, but he owed Prismo reciprocation, and he was eager to hear some pleased noises from him, too. 

“Let's hurry, before anyone comes in-” Scarab mumbled, his vision locked on Prismo's red, aching cock; though he'd suggested they hurried, his pumps were slow and gentle, a bit worried about pushing him too far when he already looked dazed.

P: Prismo was having a difficult time bringing his brain back to functioning levels, his throat felt raw, nerves fried and consciousness swimming lucidly. It didn't help either when Scarab got down to his level and a rough hand dragged across his cockhead in a deliciously slow movement that had Prismo letting out a raspy moan of desperation. 

They had just been caught, Prismo knew someone else could come in. Whoever heard them could have told security or worse, but Scarab was looking at Prismo with something akin to tenderness as he fondled Prismo's shaft and fuck he was so close and he smelled so damn good and it was Scarab touching him.

Prismo leaned further into the crook of Scarab’s neck for support, panting uselessly, thoughts battling between ‘please Glob don't stop and oh shit we have to get out of here.’ 

“O-Oh Glob- Scrabs..” Prismo whimpered. 

S: Prismo's ragged moans of pleasure were encouraging, so he continued his action, squeezing his hand a bit tighter around the shaft and twisting the further up he got, drinking in every little sound Prismo whimpered. They were just as addicting as the heat of his mouth, and the soft feel of cock was getting there, too. Everything about Prismo was addicting. 

“Come on, come on-” Scarab encouraged, tearing his eyes away from the taller man's dick in his hand to gaze at his lips, slick and shiny from saliva and pre, and with very little consideration he tilted his head and brought their lips together, swallowing his moans and tasting himself on his tongue.

P: Oh god- oh balls, this was starting to get really intense. Prismo had to stop Scarab soon before they got busted or he was gonna bust. The two wolves battling for dominance inside Prismo snarled as he bucked his hips up into Scarab's hand. Anxiety mixed into Prismo's arousal making his body tremble. He felt his brain stutter to a halt when Scarab covered his cries with his own mouth, the feeling of Scarab's tongue exploring every crevice was sending Prismo into crisis.

Weakly, Prismo brought his hands up to grip at Scarab's wrinkled shirt, whether to pull him closer or push him away, it was hard to tell, but he gasped breathlessly against Scarab's parted lips. 

“H-Hold on-nngh-!” Prismo panted.

S: Scarab tipped his head back when Prismo spoke. He seemed to be struggling, with what , Scarab didn't know, but he let go of the other's raging hard-on to give him an opportunity to get his words out. 

"What? Am I bad, or something?" Scarab worried, placing his hand on Prismo's thigh.

P: Prismo bit his lip to stop the pathetic whine that threatened to escape when Scarab's perfectly rough hand suddenly left his overheated body. He already regretted slamming the breaks on their activities, mourning the loss of his orgasm, replaced with a case of blue balls. 

His own hands still crumpled in the fabric of Scarab’s top loosened slightly as he swallowed nervously, avoiding eye contact with Scarab, who was looking far too concerned with Prismo’s well-being considering he was about to kill Prismo.

“Bad-? What-? N-No, glob no! It was fuckin amazing Scrabby, can't even believe I got the chance to have your hands on me-” He said breathlessly, face turning redder by the minute. 

“W-We just gotta get the heck out of here man, I’m 120% positive someone came in here when you came down my throat…” This was said with a sheepish grin, bracing himself for a response.

S: Scarab's eyes twitched open; he stared holes into Prismo's skull for a few moments, his brain reeling to grasp exactly what he said. His face grew redder by the second, and his eyes closed as his brows furrowed in disdain.

"You- why didn't you stop me? You stupid fucking-" Scarab got himself up, leaning against the wall while tugging Prismo's limp body with him. He pulled the other's pants up in a flash, then his own, and all but shoved the poor man out of the stall. 

"I can't believe you. You had the genius idea to come on to me in a bathroom stall- and you can't even tell me when somebody comes in!? " Scarab couldn't look Prismo in the eyes. The flustered look on his face was akin to puppy-dog eyes, and Scarab was drunk and a little too enamored with the tall man to deal with it. He hurried to the sink and washed Prismo off his hands.

P: Prismo winced, the sound of Scarab swearing was still way too arousing for his sex-rattled brain to digest as a proper scolding. He felt the wind sweep out from under him as he was properly man-handled and pushed out of the stall, groaning bitterly as his pants constricted against his throbbing erection. 

Prismo felt his feet stumble forward to the sink, pulled by the invisible string Scarab currently had on his dick and maybe also his heart. 

“Hey man, I’m not saying I shouldn't have spoken up but it takes two to tango alright, I was coming to check on you- and you pushed me into the stall-” Prismo was pouting like a child, hands fidgeting, still unwashed.

“....and your cock was so tasty.” He mumbled petulantly. 

S: Scarab grumbled some more underneath his breath, yanking some paper towels from the dispenser to dry his hands with. 

"Look at me. You're a mess. We should at least try to look innocent-" Scarab took Prismo's chin between his thumb and index finger, and using the freshly wet towel to wipe at the pink eyeshadow streaking down his cheeks. His own face was no less red, but Prismo was sort of right about them sharing blame, much to his chagrin. 

"That's disgusting- and I doubt it." Scarab retorted, grimacing at the idea, "I need another shot. Or two.”

P: “I dunno, didn’t seem so disgusting 3 minutes ago when you were holding my head down did it Scrabby?” Prismo replied cheekily.

He really did look a mess though, Prismo thought as he glanced at himself in the mirror briefly. His hair was tussled, black eyeliner smudged from tears and the majority of the glitter had been smeared in disarray. He felt his heart leap in his throat when his chin was grasped by tender hands and Scarab doted on him like he was a child having his face cleaned after a good meal. Well he did but still! The sobriety that came with getting caught was making the current eye contact a little embarrassing. 

“Shots? Yeah uh- we can do more shots.. Great-! ” Prismo tried to keep any apprehension out of his tone, insecurity creeping in. Yikes, was Scarab already trying to black out his mistake of being with Prismo? Prismo was going to need a shot or two of his own if that was the case. 

“‘Sides could really use something to help wash the jizz sensation out of my throat. It really lingers when you shoot it back that far.”

S: "You're being gross. Stop." Scarab reprimanded, grimacing at the other's vulgar wording. Once Prismo's face was mostly clear of rogue pink sparkles, Scarab tossed the paper towel in the bin and grabbed another one to wipe his own face. 

“Wash your hands. They were on my dick.” Scarab instructed, partially glad for the excuse to stay hidden in the bathroom a little longer. He didn't know who walked in on them- he could only pray he never found out. It was probably for the best that they leave for the night and never, ever come back, just to be safe. 

“We should probably… tell Orbo and everyone that we're heading back to the hotel. After we drink.” Scarab looked to the side, avoiding the other's stare. He hoped the other would catch his meaning; Prismo still hadn't come, after all.

P: Scarab’s reproachful tone being contextualized with something so vulgar had Prismo snickering with fondness. Scarab was as bossy as he was adorable and now he had a fat cock to top it all off what the hell. Prismo was becoming more pussy-whipped by the second. Doing as he was told, Prismo washed his hands quickly. 

“Ah- I think most of the gang’s already split up and doing their own thing we probably don’t have to tell em anything but-” Prismo’s eyes lit up a bit at Scarab’s mention of leaving together, hopeful.

“ Right - yeah after our drink. Together. Sweet.” Prismo was about to follow Scarab towards the door when his eyes caught sight of something last minute in the mirror. He shuffled back over to the stall and snatched the pair of cumstained panties that had been left discarded on the ground. 

“Yeesh, talk about damning evidence.” He cracked a sly smile at Scarab. Shamelessly, he bunched them up and stuffed them into his hoodie pocket. What ? They were free and they looked really hot on Prismo. He could wash them. 

S: Yeah… Scarab wasn't going to insist they go speak to their coworkers again tonight. They could send them a text later- he wasn't eager to see their reactions to them disappearing in the bathroom, only to leave for the hotel as soon as they came out. It was pretty telling. 

Scarab watched Prismo shove the underwear into his pocket, earning a repulsed look from the shorter man. Now he had to live with the knowledge that Prismo owned panties like that, on top of everything else he experienced tonight. 

Once Prismo returned to his side, Scarab made a drunkenly obvious glance to the other's raging hard-on, and frowned knowingly. 

“Are you, uhm… gonna be able to wait?” Scarab managed, hesitating before they left the bathroom, “I'll call for a taxi while you order drinks. Get something strong.”

P: “Awe~ Scrabby, are you worried about me? I’m touched.” Prismo cooed, his body loomed over Scarab’s momentarily, pressing his hard on into the other’s rear. His breath puffed out teasingly against Scarab’s neck, enjoying the shiver it induced down pale skin. It took all resistance within him to not sink his teeth down and bite . 

“I can hold off, long as you aren’t running away from me..” This was said with the trail of fingers running down the length of Scarab’s sides, snaking around to squeeze at Scarab’s now softened groin. “I’m not finished with you yet~” Prismo said huskily before removing himself completely from Scarab’s form.

Right then, a strong drink, something to keep Scarab’s resolve from breaking. Prismo watched Scarab’s flustered, fleeting form with a grin and set towards the bar. 

S: Scarab grumbled, feigning annoyance when the other draped his tall form over his back. He almost hated how much Prismo's teasing affected him. 

“No, I just don't want to listen to your whining for the rest of the night-” Scarab lied, though the faux venom in his voice faltered when Prismo's long fingers ghosted over his sides. He hurried out towards the bar once Prismo peeled off him, digging his phone out of his pocket and finding the taxi service app. They could get their drinks while they waited for it. 

His mind swam with thoughts on what Prismo meant. He eyed the back of the taller man's head while he ordered their drinks, but his brain struggled to grab onto anything truly coherent. Scarab was endlessly curious about what exactly he had planned, and a little too excited to find out.

P: Prismo sashayed up to the bar, grateful that his hoodie was baggy enough to cover over his crotch. Normally, his hard on would have gone down on its own without stimulation but thoughts of going back to the hotel with Scarab were keeping him horny and half chub.

Flagging the same bartender as before Prismo ordered 2 more lemon drop shots and two long Island Iced teas. If Scarab wanted to drown out the embarrassment of sleeping with Prismo, he would let him. Prismo was too desperate for the opportunity to jump Scarab's bones to do anything less. Self-respect be damned, he tilted back his head and took his shot before closing the bar tab.  

Glancing like a lost puppy without its owner Prismo perked up as he spotted Scarab waiting at a table for him expectantly and swaggered over, setting Scarab's drinks down. 

S: Scarab was making an effort to stay as low-key as possible, but he didn’t see anyone he knew other than Prismo. Thankfully, it seemed the later in the night it got, the more crowded the club became, so Orbo and Cosmo were probably washed up in the mix somewhere else. He and Prismo would likely get out of there unspotted. 

While waiting for Prismo to return with the last drinks of the night, Scarab ordered a taxi to come pick them up. It wouldn’t take too long; just long enough to finish their beverages. 

Scarab took the shot first- it really did go down easy, as Prismo had stated before. The long island was a little tougher to get through, but he knew it would do the trick. He needed liquid courage if he was really going to go home with Prismo tonight. The other just seemed to ooze confidence, and though it often grated on Scarab’s nerves, it impressed him just as much. As eager as Scarab found himself, he knew he’d chicken out if he was any less intoxicated. 

“The taxi will be here shortly. I think it’s best if we go to my room, I paid extra to get my own. It’ll be more private.”

P: Prismo watched Scarab eagerly shoot back his shot and suck down his drink, following suit with ease and a raised eyebrow. He observed the nervous shifting of Scarab’s posture, how he couldn't directly look Prismo in the eyes, face temptingly flushed from liquor and prior proclivities.

 If he didn't know any better he'd say this was Scarab's first time hooking up with someone, acting all shy and virginal but that couldn't possibly be the case. Although, there was a sick twist of pleasure in his gut at the thought of taking Scarab's virginity. He'd have to shelf that fantasy for later. 

“Well I'm glad one of us thought ahead. I roomed with Cos’ and I was about to text him to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” Another shameless smile crept up Prismo’s face. “I don't think I'll be able to stop if I'm interrupted again, so privacy sounds nice.”

S: Scarab frowned, awkward and embarrassed- of course Prismo was going to tell Cosmo. They were best friends, after all. At least Cosmo wasn’t usually one to tease him at work. 

“I… think so too. I’d rather not get caught again, especially if you can’t be trusted to stop me if we do.” Scarab replied, adding bite to his tone to distract from his flustered face. He took a long sip of his drink. It was going down fast, thankfully, because he really wanted to get out of this bar. Prismo’s words were beginning to make arousal stir in his gut again. 

The minutes passed by, and Scarab felt a little awkward sitting with Prismo, despite having come down his throat not too long ago. He tried to drink it down quickly, but it was strong and he struggled to chug it. 

“Do you, uhm, do this sort of thing a lot?” Scarab asked, absently dragging his fingers through the condensation on the cup, “you looked pretty comfortable on stage.” Was that rude? It was probably rude. Scarab groaned inwardly. He wished he was better at this sort of thing; but he figured, if they were going to go back to the hotel and continue their romp in the bathroom, he should try to be a little more friendly. Maybe that was the alcohol talking- his brain was getting properly foggy again.

P: “Do I…dance in my underwear in front of strangers for money often? Nah dude-” Prismo snorted good naturedly and took a sip of his long island. “Can’t say that's my normal Tuesday night but uh- I used to do performative gymnastics when I was still in school, guess some of the skills kind of stuck around.” Prismo rubbed the back of his neck in thought, it almost sounded like Scarab was trying to compliment him, in his own way.

“Guess I’ve never been one to shy away from being the center of attention either, scouts honor though, I’m not midnighting as a stripper on the side Scrabs promise, although ..” He let his smile lilt into one of teasing again. “I’m happy to know you think I looked good enough to be a professional. I wouldn’t mind performing again, if it were for you .” Prismo gave a wink, if this was his only chance, he was going to have as much fun as possible flirting and fucking Scarab tonight until he had his full. 

S: Scarab nearly choked on his long island. The idea went straight to his dick, the image of Prismo dressing up for him, dancing with those long legs. He cleared his throat, trying to relax his breathing back to a normal level, but his brain wasn’t working right and he didn’t remember what normal was anymore. 

“You’re drunk. But I- I guess I wouldn’t be opposed.” Scarab mumbled, before he could stop himself. He winced at his own reply and sucked the last bit of his drink through the straw. He finished it just in time- he got the text that their taxi had arrived, and he hurried to get out of the chair. 

“Our taxi is here.”

P: “Oh goodie~!” Prismo chirped, finishing the remnants of his own glass and setting it down. While previous events had sobered him up considerably, he hummed with content as the extra shot and drink brought him back to a pleasant buzz again. He *could* fuck Scarab stone cold sober but, didn’t seem to be in the cards, at least not now.  Prismo made a promise to himself, drunk or otherwise, that he would do his best to sear every moment of tonight into his memory, in case it would be the last.

Prismo noted how Scarab was slightly teetering, unbalanced on his feet as he coughed. Prismo felt like he was witnessing himself capturing prey in real time. He thought he had an average libido for a man but Prismo was ready to devour Scarab from head to toe. 

“Wouldn’t wanna keep the driver waiting long.” Prismo slung an arm around Scarab’s shoulder and pulled him in for support as the pair exited the club, ignoring the pounding excitement in his chest.

S: Scarab didn’t protest to the arm around his shoulder. It felt nice, and was a little extra assurance that they wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd. He had half a mind to reach down and cup Prismo’s ass, but he didn’t. Not yet, anyway. 

The taxi was waiting just outside the door, parked beside the curb. Scarab let himself in, scooting to the second seat, giving Prismo room to sit down as well. He had hoped the alcohol would just relax his nerves, but it was making him more touchy too. He hadn’t experienced that side effect of drinking before, but he didn’t have the mental strength to deny it. Once Prismo sat down, Scarab placed his hand on the other’s thigh and leaned into him, lying his head on his chest. 

Geez, he was so far over his head. This really was not how he planned on getting closer to Prismo. He never actually made a plan for it, but still, this would not have been it. He knew it was a bad idea, really- getting himself drunk and sleeping with his coworker. But Prismo was willing, and Scarab was into him. He’d made worse decisions, and Prismo was so, so warm.

P: Prismo slid into the back of the taxi cab, shutting the door with a soft click and settling into his seat. He gave a muffled hello to the driver, a blonde haired woman who gave a cheery hello back. He made no effort to remove Scarab from his person when he felt the caress on his thigh, though he was surprised at the bold display of intimacy he was being given in front of the taxi driver. 

Prismo glanced down at Scarab as he was practically nuzzled into with affection. It made his stomach curl with tender warmth, without thinking Prismo leaned down and placed a kiss on top of Scarab’s scalp. Fuck, Scarab really did smell good. 

Something like old books, yellowed with time mixed with earth after the rain. It was comforting in an odd way. Prismo felt his face flushing as he glanced out the window briefly as the car began to move. Shit, that was gay .

S: Scarab should have, by all means, been a lot more worried about the cab driver. The difference was, she was getting paid a pretty decent amount of money to drive them to the hotel, and since the bathroom incident, Scarab had downed a long island. The only thing he was worrying about was how electric Prismo’s skin felt under his, and how much he ached to touch. It was all so foreign and so good. 

He was only a little disappointed when Prismo turned his head away- he was hoping they could kiss again. Both times they’d locked lips tonight, it got cut short, and Prismo was wonderful at kissing. Prismo was wonderful at everything, apparently. 

Scarab was determined to kiss something, though. So he tilted his chin up and pressed a kiss to Prismo’s neck. There wasn’t much bare skin- most of it was hidden underneath his hoodie. With the hand that wasn’t squeezing Prismo’s thigh, he tugged the man’s sweatshirt down, so he could kiss his collar bone and the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder. He parted his lips over one spot, nipping the flesh gently before eagerly sucking a little dark mark against his skin. Scarab had never done that before, but he’d delight in knowing Prismo had it, later.

P: Prismo felt his breath hitch in surprise, posture stiffening as a wet tongue connected with the side of his neck. The nips of teeth and the pressure of Scarab sucking a possessive mark onto him elicited a shudder that ran down his spine and left his limbs feeling loose in the aftermath. 

Prismo shifted in his seat, legs parting slightly under the feeling of Scarab's hand on his thigh. One arm wrapped around Scarab's waist to pull him closer as he presented his neck to grant Scarab more access. In the dark at a quick glance, it only looked like they were cuddling, albeit intimately. 

Prismo bit his lip, Scarab was going to make it difficult for him to keep his cool if they tried anything further. His eyes flicked up to the mirror of the taxi cab, the driver's eyes were still on the road, none the wiser. 

S: Scarab was never one to turn down an offer, especially one that he desired- so when more skin was offered to him, he took to nibbling, sucking, and kissing every inch that he could reach. 

He loosened his grip on the man’s hoodie, and snuck that same hand around his body. Smirking to himself, he slipped his icy fingers up under the fabric to palm at the small of his back. At the same time, he drew his hand just a little closer to Prismo’s clothed cock, ghosting over the bulge with his knuckles.

P: A gasp escaped Prismo's mouth before he could stop it, jumping slightly at the cold sensation on his heated skin. That final drink must have been what Scarab needed to lose his inhibitions because fuck he was being a tease right now. 

Prismo never expected, even in his fantasies, that the other would tease and touch him so boldly, certainly not in a voyeuristic scenario. Glob it was super hot. 

Prismo bit his lip to stifle any more embarrassing sounds and snapped his eyes back up to the mirror. He blushed as the cab driver made eye contact for a moment before proceeding to go back to looking at the road. Maybe she hadn't heard anything…

S: Scarab didn’t let his touch on the other’s cock linger long, before he went back to eagerly squeezing the meat of his thigh. He slid the hand on Prismo’s back down, sliding over the bumps of his spine, and slipped his fingers down past the waistband of his pants to touch his ass. He’d been wanting to for a while, after seeing it in that thong, and framed by the pink garter straps. 

He was getting bored of just kissing the other’s neck; he wanted those lips back on his. Scarab wasn’t sure how long they’d be able to kiss like this- he doubted the other would be interested again after tonight. This was probably just a fling, which was wild for his first time, but he couldn’t be bothered with it. 

“Prismo. Kiss me.” Scarab demanded, his voice hushed but firm, as he detached his grip from Prismo’s thigh and grabbed instead at his chin, to make him look at him.

P: Prismo felt like his skin was being set ablaze upon the path icy hands trailed and explored. He was barely keeping it together now, mind working overtime at the prospect of Scarab coming onto him with newfound and shameless vigor. 

When Scarab's hand trailed down to his ass, gripping and cupping eagerly with the promise of more he felt a whine threatening to leak out and stifled it. His resistance all but crumpled like tissue paper when Scarab grasped his chin, eyes filled with want and leaned into his space.

Ah balls, there went Prismo’s last thread of basic human decency. The demand to kiss Scarab was met with immediate obedience, thoughts of the cab driver pushed away in favor of pushing his tongue into Scarab's mouth. 

S: Somewhere in Scarab’s mind he knew he should stop- they had already thoroughly embarrassed themselves enough for one night. But he was way too far past the ‘fuck-it’ phase, and was comfortably settled in the ‘find-out’ one. 

He left his hand nestled under Prismo’s ass, perfectly content to enjoy the plush roundness and ample heat it supplied to his cold hands. He eagerly moved his mouth in time with Prismo, feeling his cock stir in his pants again, just from molding their lips together. He really didn’t have much experience in kissing, but with Prismo, it seemed to come naturally to him. He knew how to take what he wanted from Prismo in the workplace- and he was figuring out quickly, with the help of the alcohol, how to do it outside of the workplace too. 

Thankfully, the hotel wasn’t incredibly far; because Scarab was getting impatient again, and he was craving some time alone with Prismo. As shameless as he was acting, he was looking forward to having him to himself. No more prying eyes.

P: Prismo moaned against Scarab's lips as he was groped and lavished with kisses, his hands coming to card through Scarab's hair and pull him closer as they made out like a couple of horny teenagers. Prismo angled his hips up to grind against wherever he could connect his body to Scarab's, pleased with the noises of encouragement he was receiving. 

If it were possible Prismo’s pupils would have morphed into hearts as Scarab continued to clamber over him until the smaller man was essentially on top of him in the back of the taxi. They could have been at it for 10 minutes or 10 hours and Prismo wouldn’t have known nor cared either way as he got lost in tasting and feeling Scarab wherever he could reach. 

It was only after hearing an awkward “Ahem-!” that Prismo realized the cab had stopped moving at all and that the driver was waiting for them to leave. Prismo disconnected his mouth from Scarab's with a dazed expression, unsure if he remembered how to make his limbs work. 

S: Scarab was about to pull Prismo right back onto his lips, until he realized the reason he stopped. He cleared his throat, grumbling something as he tugged his wallet out of his pocket and handed the driver an almost comically large bill. Half because of the embarrassing scene she dealt with, and half because he was too drunk and horny to care about how much he was tipping her. 

He all but shoved Prismo out of the taxi, following behind and holding onto him the entire way. Really, the alcohol only made him stumble a little , but it was an excuse to keep touching him. 

The air outside was cold, colder than when they had arrived at the bar, so Scarab hurried them both into the hotel. Luckily it wasn’t very busy so late into the night. They headed in, rushed to the elevator, and Scarab jabbed the up button like it had offended him.

P: Prismo giggled like a schoolgirl as he was pushed out of the cab and into the hotel. The hand’s shamelessly gripping and squeezing at him continued to wander as they walked, each touch sending sparks of heat to his lower half. It would have been obvious to anyone as they rushed passed to the elevator what they planned on getting up to.  

Scarab’s drunken eagerness was coming off of him in waves and it made Prismo’s heart do stupid, funny little things in his chest. As the elevator closed behind them Prismo pushed Scarab’s body up against the wall, kissing him with a foolishly happy smile. Prismo’s hands got busy undoing the buttons on Scarab’s shirt, satisfaction immense as he popped the final button and gained access to an open expanse of chest. 

Man, Scarab felt fucking incredible, looked incredible too. Glob, if the elevator didn’t hurry up Prismo was gonna strip Scarab down and fuck him right there.  

S: Feeling his back against the wall and the difference in height between him and Prismo was doing very good things to Scarab’s brain and his dick. He was glad the other was just as eager to kiss him as he was- Prismo was really good with his mouth, though judging by how often he had a witty remark at work, Scarab could probably have guessed. 

But Scarab never really thought like that. He was always so focused on work, his projects, his integrity and reputation- sex and making out and everything in between fell by the wayside and he hadn’t done much more than awkward groping during an odd encounter during college. Prismo had rewired his brain tonight, and even with the vodka screwing with his thoughts, he knew he’d crave this again. 

Scarab’s eyes slipped open when he felt Prismo smile against his lips. The elevator air was cold against his chest, though the other’s hands were like hot packs against his skin. It was a wonderful sensation. 

“What is so funny?” Scarab mumbled, slipping his own hands up underneath Prismo’s sweater again, feeling up the soft skin on his hips and stomach. He’d been giggling since they left the taxi, and Scarab didn’t know whether to be offended or glad of it. At least it was cute.

P: “Nothing-!” He placed another breathless kiss against Scarab’s lips, chuckling all the more. 

“Its just-” Prismo murmured, pulling away slightly. 

“This.” He leaned in and suckled a kiss mark into Scarab’s neck. 

“Us.” He emphasized into Scarab’s ear before nibbling on it teasingly, hands roaming lower to unbuckle Scarab’s belt for the second time that night. 

“I’ve been wanting to sleep with you since you yelled at me for submitting my paperwork late in the first quarter.” Prismo admitted. 

Embarrassingly, that scolding had occurred within the first week of them meeting each other and Prismo had been enamored ever since. 

“I didn’t think I’d actually get a chance though, kinda unreal.” Drunken sincerity aside, he meant every word.

S: “Ugh- you're so ridiculous. I swear you just ignored that lecture anyway-” Scarab defended, his blush darkening. His hands gripped a bit tighter into Prismo's sides, and he found it difficult to look him in the eyes. He had a hard time believing it, a drunken confession was hardly a fact, but the idea still made his heart swell in his chest. 

Feelings were a little difficult for Scarab, but he couldn’t deny he felt something for Prismo. Even if the idea that Prismo fell for him after being scolded made him warmer. The thought that Prismo liked him, grumpy and bossy as he is. 

“Well- I guess I feel the same. About getting a chance with you.” Scarab mumbled, only glancing down at the other when he was dutifully marking up his neck. Eye contact with Prismo was so intense normally, especially now that his eyes were so clouded with lust and want. Thankfully, since the air in the elevator was getting a little hard to breathe, the elevator dinged onto the third floor and Scarab snuck out from Prismo’s arms and tugged him along towards his room. 

Wordlessly, Scarab unlocked the door and pulled Prismo inside, making sure to quickly lock it behind him. He didn’t bother turning the lights on, he figured it fit the mood better to keep them off.

P: Prismo took the opportunity to briefly glance around the hotel room as the door shut behind them, moving forward. It was virtually the same as his own, aside from everything being packed neatly in the suitcase, nothing out of place, like the room had just been cleaned. That was just so Scarab. The smile on Prismo’s face continued to be a permanent fixture as he glanced over at the other who seemed to be at a loss for what to do next, lingering at the entrance awkwardly. 

Prismo sauntered back over to Scarab after completing his exploration and crossed his arms to grab at his shirt and tug it off. Prismo then proceeded to tug Scarab’s shirt off completely as well, before wrapping his arms around the other shoulders and pulling their bodies flush together.

“I guess we’d better not waste any more time than Scrabby~ since we both want each other and all, right~?” Prismo said this with another teasing roll of his hips into Scarab’s clothed and eager erection. 

S: Scarab watched with thinly veiled interest as Prismo finally took off his hoodie. He couldn’t deny that the other’s lithe torso wasn’t incredibly attractive. He let his own shirt be removed easily, relishing the smooth glide of their skin together, and the warmth that came with it. Scarab would probably always act grumpy about being shorter than him, but truly, in a setting like this, it was hot. 

Still, as eager as he was, he felt a little lost on how exactly to proceed. Scarab was good at a lot of things, but sex wasn’t one of them. Most likely, anyway. 

“Well? I’m following your lead, Prismo.” Scarab spoke, meeting his eyes for a tender glance, before bringing his attention to those pretty piercings that he’d almost forgotten existed. Touching had proven to be a safe bet, Prismo hadn’t been against anything he’d done so far. So he helped himself to the pierced bud, took it into his mouth and lavished his tongue over the cool metal and the tender flesh it ran through. It had felt like teasing, just knowing Prismo had piercings here. He could hardly be expected to resist. How he was going to go about working with him, knowing about his little secret, was beyond him.

P: Prismo sighed pleasurably at the feeling of Scarab’s teeth and tongue on his sensitive nubs, laughter bubbling out again at the retort. It was cute watching the way Scarab tentatively dragged his hands and mouth over his body like he’d never relished in another’s warmth before, endearing even. But Prismo was hungry and had been since he sat himself in Scarab’s lap in front of an audience of strangers, he’d been patient enough.

“Leading, I can lead-” Prismo murmured coyly at that, hands wandering to Scarab’s waist line and yanking at his unbuttoned slacks, they quickly fell to the ground and Prismo wasted no time reaching his hand into Scarab’s boxers, squeezing eagerly and running his thumb over Scarab’s reddened tip. Scarab’s cock felt hot and heavy against his palm and Prismo bit his lip, looking at Scarab heatedly. 

“Dude, you better get your ass on the bed or I’m gonna blow you right here against the door and make sure everyone outside can hear.” Sure, that sounded like leading.

S: Scarab gasped when Prismo’s warm hand connected with his cock. There was a lingering sensitivity from his prior two orgasms; it made the sensation all the more electrifying, sending a shock of pleasure through his body. 

“We weren’t very worried about it before. Why start now?” Scarab asked pointedly, though his voice lacked genuine curiosity or bite. He scuttled to the bed, sitting a little awkwardly on the edge. His hands felt empty, and he felt a little small under Prismo’s gaze. Normally, that would irritate him. Now it just made his cock twitch in his boxers and his mouth salivate.

P: Prismo smirked as he watched Scarab obediently take a seat on the bed, eyes never straying from his hardon. Prismo wasn’t used to Scarab following his commands but he could most certainly get used to it like this. Prismo hummed to himself as instead of making his way directly to the bed, he detoured towards the desk and opened it, rifling through the drawers briefly. 

“Aha~ bingo~!” Prismo cheered as he spotted and snatched a condom out of the drawer. He would have to remember absently to thank Orbo for picking such a seedy hotel that carried the necessary supplies. 

Prismo then turned his attention back to Scarab, shimmying out of his own jeans, blue eyes smoldering with desire as he practically crawled to him. Making a home for himself between Scarab’s parted thighs, he rested his head against one, fingertip coming up to teasingly tapped at his covered cock. 

“Hello again~”  Prismo cooed, not at Scarab, but at his shaft specifically.

S: Scarab frowned, his brows furrowing in impatient confusion as Prismo teased him. The barely-there touch still felt good; anything he did probably would’ve, but he thought the other was raring to go and here he was trying to elicit a reaction. 

“I thought you were rushing me. Are you just going to suck me off again?” Scarab asked, this time his tone conveyed the horny impatience he felt. He spread his thighs a touch wider, just a little annoyed that Prismo wasn’t looking at him.

P: Prismo was unaffected by the impatience in Scarab’s tone, more focused on trying to grasp a hold of his drunk brain long enough to remember everything he could about the moment. With eager hands he gripped the sides of Scarab’s boxer’s and pulled them down, unable to stop his mouth from watering as Scarab’s fat cock bobbed into view again, throbbing and intimidatingly large.

Ah, being so close to Scarab’s groin again was making Prismo’s own body heat up with need, he wouldn’t admit it out loud but the scent alone was enough to drive him crazy. Prismo’s tongue came out to lick a hot strip against the length of searing flesh and purred. 

“You’re acting like you don’t want me to suck you off again Scrabby~” Prismo smirked, making eye contact finally, mouth still hovering temptingly close as one hand ripped open the condom wrapper.

S: Scarab moaned; a whiny growl from deep in his throat. It was certainly tempting, to have Prismo’s talented mouth around him again, but he had been expecting a little more, now that they were alone and on an actual bed, and not a bathroom floor. 

“That’s what you wanted so bad? You don’t want me to touch you?” Prismo still hadn’t gotten off yet, and it had to be frustrating. Scarab didn’t want to look desperate, but he was, and that was a little hard to hide. He wanted to touch, and give, and see Prismo in pleasure, too.

P: Prismo was grateful for the amount of lube that was in the condom packaging, letting it coat his fingers as he nuzzled into Scarab’s cock affectionately with his cheek. It had been awhile since he’d taken one so large but Prismo was determined, alcohol encouraging him on. 

“Geez, so impatient, of course I want you to touch me. Just leading like ya asked.” Prismo quipped, mouth opening to suck earnestly at the new dribble of pre-cum that was leaking out Scarab’s flushed head. 

Prismo brought his lube covered hand down past the elastic of his boxers circling at his entrance and gently prodding as he sucked more of Scarab into his mouth. Prismo made sure to keep his eyes on every expression Scarab made as he prepared himself.

S: Scarab snapped his teeth down on his bottom lip, his entire body jerking as Prismo sucked around the tip of his cock. His thighs twitched; he had to make a conscious effort to keep them from locking around Prismo’s head. Even just the fleeting, little touches were insanely good, yet he still found himself wanting more. 

“Just- fuck, Prismo-” Scarab moaned, his mouth falling open, hips tilting up into the wet heat. He propped himself up on one arm, leaning back into it, lacing his other hand into Prismo’s hair again. “Did you not get enough last time? Want to- mnn, swallow some more?”

P: Drooling in response Prismo shook his head shamelessly in agreement, bobbing up and down freely. He scissored a second finger in to stretch himself as quickly as possible. Fuck, every time Scarab said something even the slightest bit salacious, Prismo felt heat rush from his ears to his twitching and eager hole. 

Prismo let out a muffled moan around Scarab’s cock as he began to fuck himself on his fingers in earnest, pleased when he managed to get to three in record time. He pulled his mouth off for only a moment to give a snarky response. 

“Patience Scrabby, dick this large is really gonna hurt my ass if I'm not careful~” Prismo tried his best to look seductive.

“Really, you’ve got a monster of a cock, I can’t wait for it to destroy me.” 

S: “Well- too bad-! ” Scarab struggled to form coherent sentences through the overwhelming waves of pleasure trying to drown out his thoughts, “I don’t want to cum again- not yet- ” 

He managed slow, shaky breaths through his nose, his eyes determined, furrowed squints as he watched Prismo bob on his cock like an eager slut . It was taking profound effort not to give in and fuck his throat until he came, he knew it wouldn’t take long if he did. He wanted to hold out longer; he wasn’t sure how many he had in him. 

Scarab made quick notice of Prismo's hand sneaking around to his own backside- he whined, formed a fist around the taller man's hair and pulled him off his dick with a little surprised pop . 

Before he could speak, Scarab leaned down and pressed a kiss to his open mouth, tasting himself on his tongue, feeling over his teeth in drunken curiosity before pulling away. 

“Let me help get you ready.” Scarab requested, his face a vibrant crimson. It was embarrassing as all hell to hear Prismo talk about his dick like that, but he couldn't really argue with the guy who was going to take it up his ass, apparently. 

Scarab hasn't been expecting to be the one giving, but then again, he never knew what to expect with Prismo. His stomach swirled in a sweet mix of excitement and arousal at the thought.

P: “You're givin’ me mixed signals here man, but alright.” Prismo shifted slightly to snatch the boxers still stuck around Scarab's ankles and tossed them to the other side of the room. He then proceeded to follow suit, shimmying his own drawers down until Prismo was as naked as the day he was born.

“Scoot back on the bed for me and lay down, legs apart a bit~” Prismo instructed, taking a moment to appreciate Scarab's willingness to listen and appreciating the sight of his weeping erection, standing at attention all the more. 

Prismo then sat down beside Scarab and took his hand gently, bringing it up to poke at Scarab's closed lips. 

“Suck on your fingers and get 'em nice and wet for me~” Prismo grinned, before moving closer and twisting his body so it was facing away from Scarab. He then swung one leg over Scarab's hips and proceeded to straddle the man backwards, presenting his ass for Scarab’s viewing pleasure while getting the added benefit of more dick sucking time. Score.

S: “ Tch- , it’s because I wanted to-” Scarab defended, grumbling in minor annoyance, though he was quickly silenced by Prismo’s call to action. That was alright with him- he was more than happy to follow along, content that he was getting what he wanted out of the other. Getting his dick sucked was all well and good, but he craved more, and wanted to give some back. 

With a miniscule twitch of his eyebrow and one little defensive glance, Scarab did as he was told, and brought his fingers into his mouth to lather up. He watched as Prismo caged him with his limbs, surrounding him and leaving him trapped underneath, essentially pinned to the bed once the other’s mouth sucked him into its heat again. 

Scarab moaned, gasping out his breath in time with Prismo’s tongue moving over his dick, but he tried to focus on the display in front of him. Well, he’d prefer to be able to see Prismo’s face, so he could gauge how well he was performing, but he would make do. 

Once Scarab was sure his fingers couldn’t get any wetter, he tentatively brought them up and squeezed firmly on the meat of Prismo’s ass. It looked even better up close, and though the sight of it made him flush and swallow nervously around a frog in his throat, he was far more than determined by now.

Prismo’s hole was already slick from his earlier preparation, so all Scarab did when he dragged his thumb over the rim was mix the lube with his own saliva, and wet it further. He popped his thumb in, a little faster than he’d personally been expecting, but he found little resistance to just one finger. 

He tried to focus less on his inexperience, and more on giving Prismo as much pleasure as he was giving to him. Scarab removed his thumb and added his index and his ring, slowly sliding them in, feeling the burning hotness of his core. It made his dick jump in Prismo’s mouth.

P: Prismo's hole clenched against the intrusion of Scarab's fingers, squeezing tighter when he felt the pulse of Scarab's cock jolt against his tongue. He swallowed around the leaking precum that dribbled into his mouth and continued to suck. 

It was kind of embarrassing the way Scarab was toying with his insides, prodding with slender, diligent fingers that were almost methodical in nature as they explored. Prismo didn't usually let his bed partners prep him in the first place but, if Scarab wanted to do something to Prismo, for Prismo, he wasn't gonna argue.

Prismo began to rock back against Scarab's digits, encouraging him to push deeper. Prismo had half a mind to skip the condom altogether, but sensibly reached for it regardless as he rolled it over the head and down the length of Scarab's cock. 

“Havin’ fun back there Scrabby?”

S: Scarab thrust his fingers in long, steady strokes, only moving deeper when Prismo leaned back into him. He added a third digit, mildly discouraged by Prismo’s lack of reaction to his work, meanwhile the other’s mouth was still expertly sucking on his dick, pulling pleasured sounds from Scarab throughout. Glob, it was so difficult to focus. He felt Prismo slide the condom on, signaling an approaching end to prep, but Scarab still hadn't gotten the results he wanted. In a last ditch effort to get something out of Prismo, he pulled his fingers free, leaned himself up and plunged his tongue into the other’s heat. 

Clearly his fingers weren’t enough, and though he was sure that was due to inexperience, he hoped the warmth of his tongue as it ran hot, wet circles just past Prismo’s rim would be enough.

P: Prismo did not expect that the response to his teasing would be the feeling of a tongue lapping at his rim. His body went rigid at the sensation, breath hitching, no one had done that to him before. A rare, shy sensation rose inside Prismo.

“H-Hey I'm probably prepped enough you don't gott ahh -!” Prismo's words broke off into a moan as Scarab's tongue breached his inner walls further. Prismo bit down on his lower lip, back arching slightly. Holy shit, holy shit, Scarab was eating him out, willingly. The thought alone had Prismo blushing. 

“O-Ohh… fuck...” 

S: There it was. Prismo’s moan sent hot shivers down his spine, forcing another gush of pre from his flushed cock. Scarab wasn’t going to let Prismo go that easy, not when he was finally giving him some of what he had received. 

Scarab pressed his thumbs against the tender rim, putting just enough pressure to spread him open, so there was more room for his tongue to explore. His eyes fell shut as his back began to ache from sitting up like that, so he gripped the soft flesh of Prismo’s ass and pulled the other with him as he laid back down on the bed, effectively sitting Prismo on his face. Much more comfortable, and with the other’s weight settled above his head, he could drive his tongue even deeper.

P: Prismo's hands flew to the sides to grab at the sheets and balance himself as his weight was pulled backward, letting out a startled and shrill yelp as Scarab’s tongue delved further into him. 

“Scrabby h-hold ooh-nn-!” Color flooded to Prismo's cheeks, unable to resist squirming back against the prehensile muscle licking at his insides in earnest. Every brush and curve of Scarab's tongue sent twitches of pleasure to his aching cock that had been neglected thus far in favor of blowing Scarab and his mind.

Prismo shakily brought a hand up to tug at his length, unable to bite back his moans as he began to jerk himself while fucking against Scarab's tongue. 

“O-Oh glob, S-Scrabbyyyy-” Prismo whined, hole clenching as he teetered towards an impending orgasm.

S: Scarab really hoped Prismo wasn’t a one-and-done kind of guy, because he was absolutely not going to ‘hold on’- not when Prismo was rocking his hips down against his tongue, and moaning his name so beautifully. 

His thighs pressed together; he needed some sort of pressure on his dick. It was cold from the wetness of Prismo’s saliva, and the other’s pleasured cries were working him up like crazy. He continued to work him open, hooking his tongue on the other’s rim and drawing circles around it, plunging as deep as he could, still holding him open with his thumbs. He could do this all night

P: Prismo tilted his head back and continued to cry out, fisting at his cock with a desperate need that continued to build. He could feel Scarab’s nails digging into the flesh of his ass cheeks as his hole melted like butter underneath Scarab's determined ministrations. The string of Prismo’s arousal was getting wound up tight, about to snap as he angled his hips down.

“G-Glob, glob Scarab- ! I-Im gonna-!” Prismo groaned, voice cracking and raising an octave as his back arched further, body tensing as he reached his peak and tipped over the edge. No longer having the strength to prop himself up, sitting fully on Scarab’s face, Prismo came, cum shooting out over the expanse of Scarab’s chest. 

S: Scarab was unrelenting, sucking eagerly at the rim between tongue-thrusts, savoring every one of Prismo’s moans and whines that were forced out of him.

It was getting a little hard to breathe, the more Prismo shoved down against his face, but he was nothing if not determined to continue until the other came. He lapped at his hole, increasing his pace when Prismo declared his approaching orgasm, and felt his own cock leap in excitement when the other’s ass tightened around his tongue to signal his peak. 

Scarab’s grunt was muffled, as Prismo dropped his weight down. He couldn’t really complain, considering he was the one who put him there, but Scarab still grumbled and shoved him off to take a deep breath of air. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Prismo with a somewhat cocky smile. A sensual sort of pride welled in his chest at the sight of Prismo panting, of the warm pools of cum on his chest, of having given him some pleasure in return.

P: Prismo made a little ‘oof’ sound, as he was unceremoniously tossed off Scarab’s lap, rolling onto his side and tittering with laughter as he enjoyed the brief rush of dopamine swirling through his system. 

“Jesus Christ, Scrabby.” Prismo said incredulously, trying to catch his breath and blink the stars out of his eyes. “Aren't you proud of yourself?” Prismo grinned, noticing the way Scarab was practically preening, hair mussed and face covered in spit and lube. Not that Prismo minded him being a little full of himself. He looked perfectly fuckable with his cock standing proudly at attention, and Prismo was about to be full of him too, so.

Prismo licked his lips and rose up from his resting position, looming over Scarab’s form and swinging a leg over, similarly to the way he had earlier that night in the club. Although this time, there was no pesky clothing blocking the delicious press of Scarab’s cock against his bare rear. Prismo rocked his hips back to feel the glide of lube on his slickened entrance and smirked as he locked eyes with Scarab. 

“My turn~” Prismo purred with lustful eyes, directing Scarab’s cock to his hole with a skillful hand and sinking down. 

S: Scarab smoothed the front tuft of his hair back, looking away with an embarrassed tilt to his prideful smile. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching with lustful surprise as Primo got on top of him. 

He’d been expecting the other to need a little longer than a minute to recuperate. Not that Scarab wasn’t raring to go- he was about to start touching himself to relieve some of the pressure, but it came as a shock to his overheated, sensitive system when Prismo’s hole hungrily took him in. 

Scarab sat up like he’d been struck, a loud, high-pitched moan forced from his chest as he gripped tight around Prismo’s hips. He almost came just from the wet, burning tightness around his cock, pulling him in like it was meant to be there. It was too much for his drunken, sex-hungry brain, and he bucked up into him before he could bottom out, drawing out another husky moan.

P: Fucking finally was the main thought running through Prismo's mind as Scarab's cock breached his inner walls, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. Even with the added lubrication, Scarab's girth split Prismo open and he let out a simpering moan at the burning pleasure. 

The noises Scarab made underneath him were encouraging, though the poor man sounded like he was about to explode already. For some reason, this brought Prismo a sense of sadistic joy as he felt warm palms come up to grope at his cheeks and more of Scarab was made available to touch as the other sprang up.

With the added support of Scarab’s hands on him Prismo bottomed out with a satisfied hiss and gripped at one of Scarab’s shoulders, digging his nails in. 

“Haah-..s-shit I knew it, you’re friggin huge dude.” Prismo said with a wobbly grin. 

S: Scarab’s brain was firing on all sensors, his hands grappling at Prismo’s ass, trying to hold him down on his cock and stop him from moving. 

“Fuck, fuck , slow down, or I’m going to cum again-” Scarab said, his voice dazed and unfocused as he struggled to contain himself. He did not want it to be over yet, he wasn’t sure he had another orgasm in him after this- and Prismo just sat down.

P: Chasing the shadow of their earlier dance, Prismo intimately pressed his body against Scarab’s and drank in every twitch and shuddering gasp. Scarab was only making it harder for himself, saying sexy shit like that made Prismo want to ride him till he cried.

“Awe~ C-C'mon Scrabby so soon~?” Prismo whined, pout visibly present as he clenched around the burning length, spearing him open. 

“I spent all night trying to get your dick in me and I finally have and now you want me to just sit here ?”

He rested an innocent hand on Scarab's cheek, sitting still to appease the shaking man beneath him for a split second before the gleam in his eye turned wicked. The hand on Scarab's cheek moved to grip at the hair on the base of his neck and tugged.  

“I don't think so~ You better stay nice and hard for me till I'm finished with you.” That was the final warning Prismo gave before he began the steady motion of rocking his hips down on Scarab's cock. 

S: “So soon?” Scarab repeated, a desperate scowl etched across his features. He stared at Prismo with a wet, pathetic look in his eyes.

Prismo’s dirty talk was doing all the right and wrong things to him. He leaned into his soft touch against his cheek, released a held breath in preparation for what he knew was coming- yet when it did he still shouted, a beg for reprieve and for it to never end, all at the same time. His hands clambered up Prismo’s back, dragging his nails down the buttery expanse of his flesh, and dropping his forehead down onto his chest. 

“Fuck, fuck- Prismo, don't-" stop , he thought, though his nerves were shot and his hips bucked into that heat on their own, and all of his remaining brain power went towards keeping himself from coming.

P: “Haah m-mm—y-yeah that’s it. That’s a good boy Scrabby~” Prismo moaned, the scratches on his back sending hot trails of pleasure down his spine. Prismo’s own cock, sandwiched between them began leaking precum, dribbling onto their stomachs, making the wet and filthy slide of their skin all the louder.  

“O-Ohh—mmn, right there- yes! ” Prismo eyes began clouding over, the grip on Scarab's hair tightening as he rocked back eagerly. With each slam down Scarab's cock brushed the sweet spot inside Prismo that made him see stars. 

S: There wasn’t much Scarab could do, other than let Prismo take what he wanted and do his best not to cum, despite how much the need for it made his toes curl and his nails dig deeper into Prismo’s back. His head cranked back with the grip in his short hair, and with it his eyes rolled back to stare blankly at the ceiling. 

Every motion of Prismo’s hips forced an agonized moan from his throat, each one more wrecked and dripping than the last. He couldn’t spare any strength to keep his mouth open; he was wound up so tight that all he could do was cling to Prismo and drool and moan and writhe uselessly beneath him. 

It took effort to breathe, and he was quickly losing the brain power to pay any attention to it. Tears pricked at his eyes and he tried to blink them away, but all he managed to do was force them out and down his cheeks.

P: The sight of Scarab flushed, thoroughly fucked and crying was so beautiful it was almost too much for Prismo's drunk-adled brain to process. In the furthest recesses of his mind, there was an angelic voice reminding him to be gentle, to be loving, but the devilish burn of arousal stamped out the voice with a cruel laugh.  

Instead, Prismo undulated his hips, snapping them down to meet Scarab’s frenzied thrusts. He dragged his tongue along Scarab's tear-stained cheek, licking the salty remnants with a satisfied purr.  

“Thats a good boy~ You wanna—ahhh, mmn-...w-wanna cum so bad dont’cha Scrabby~?” Prismo panted out, his own dick throbbing. 

“M-Maybe if you beg nicely for it-! G-Glob hahh—Y-Yeah beg for it-!” He groaned. 

S: Normally, Scarab would consider himself to be leagues above begging, but Prismo had him locked in a trance, had him hypnotized with his vibrant, icy blue eyes and the grip he had on his cock and hair. 

“Mm- p-please , Prismo- ah-! ” Scarab struggled to form words, each one dragging over his tongue, sloppy, garbled with saliva and punctuated with each jerk of his body, following Prismo’s movements in his lap. He wasn’t thinking much anymore, words were hard; he hoped the tears staining his cheeks and the pleading look in his eyes worked in his favor.

P: Prismo's breath hitched when his name tumbled out of Scarab’s mouth, a new gush of precum oozing out the tip of his twitching cock. Prismo kept his eyes glued to Scarab’s dazed expression, lapping the drool and tears away with his tongue when he could. He wanted to consume Scarab. There wasn't a single part of Prismo that wasn't connected to Scarab's body in some way, the thought alone sending skyrocketing heat through his core.

“Ohh.. Fuck -...S-Scrabby…ah! S-Say my name like that again—nngh!” Prismo grunted the demand, he kept his grip firm on the other's hair despite the muscles in his legs beginning to give out. He was getting close, vision beginning to blur at the edges as Scarab began to buck up desperately, he was just as wound up but tried not to let it show. Making Scarab cum inside him first was the only stubborn thought left remaining in Prismo’s mind as he teetered towards his own orgasm. 

S: Scarab groaned, raw and fucked-out, tilting his head back further into Prismo’s tight grip. The hot tongue dragging over his skin, lapping up the sweat and tears left flickering sparks of pleasure in its wake, the action only adding to the arousal built up in his groin, threatening to burst at any moment. 

“ F-fuck, Prismo , I can’t-” Scarab’s brief, almost panicked warning concluded with a sound dangerously close to a scream, muffled by his teeth snapping around the plush skin of Prismo’s pecs, somewhat muffling the wrecked cry of his explosive orgasm. He whined and whimpered as he came, still bucking mindlessly into Prismo’s ass.

P: The rising volume of Scarab’s cries was perfect indication of his impending orgasm, as was the searing hot pain of teeth clamping around the skin of Prismo’s chest, hard enough to break the skin and bruise. The sharp sensation sent radiating heat through Prismo, mixing with the piercing throb of Scarab’s hot seed pumping him full. 

“Wha— HAHh -OW-! Ahnngh- Shit-!. .F-Fuck a-ahhh...S-Scrabby-!” Prismo’s vision blurred as he stumbled over his own hill of arousal, like a zap of lightning with the sting of Scarab’s teeth latching onto him leaving him whimpering. Prismo continued to rock his hips blindly, trying to blink the spots out of his eyes, his own spend squirting out to coat their bare chests in sticky webs. 

With shaky and uneven breath Prismo matched the steady pump of Scarab’s hips until he was spent, slowly but surely the thrusts growing less frantic until they lulled completely. 

S: Scarab kept his mouth latched onto Prismo’s chest as he rode through his orgasm, little sounds of overworked pleasure spilling out against the wet warmth of his skin. He clung tight to his waist, holding him still as he filled the condom. It was a far cry from his first orgasm of the night, but it still left him panting and trembling under Prismo. 

The sharp, metallic taste on his tongue was sobering, cutting through his brain fog, just enough to consciously unclench his jaw and apologetically lick a soothing stripe over the quickly darkening mark.

Still catching his breath, he ran his hands over Prismo, his mind coming back to him slowly but surely. Scarab’s bones felt like putty, but his hands still twitched and ached to touch, so as he laid back onto the bed he pulled Prismo down with him, settling the man atop his chest and pressing a kiss to his jaw when they’d landed.

His cock stayed snug in Prismo’s ass, finally beginning to soften in wake of his third orgasm of the night. His body was still electrified, excitement buzzing just under his skin, shocking wherever they met.

P: Prismo let out a pained hiss briefly when the open welt from Scarab’s teeth pressed against sweaty skin, but was otherwise content in Scarab’s manhandling of him into somewhat of a cuddle. Prismo’s head was pleasantly fogged over, system buzzing with dopamine and booze. 

There was a dull ache in his ass where Scarab’s cock was still happily resting and the thought left him feeling giddy. He really went and fucked Scarab. And Scarab was into it , if the three orgasms Prismo managed to steal from him tonight were any indication.

The gentle kiss placed on his jaw was unexpectedly affectionate but nonetheless appreciated, but the thoughts and sensations and feelings that were all racing through Prismo left him feeling red in a rare moment of humbling embarrassment. Prismo hid his face on Scarab's chest, bubbling out a nervous giggle. 

S: Scarab continued to soothe the angry red scratch marks he’d clawed into Prismo’s back, running his hands up and down the skin slowly as he caught his breath and tried to relax a little, but he’d be fucked within an inch of his life, and he was still inside Prismo , and that was a realization he’d had many times so far tonight. 

He went to lock lips with Prismo again, only for the other to hide in his neck and laugh like he was nervous. It felt a little late for that, considering all that Prismo had put Scarab through tonight, but it really made his heart swell every time he saw a smile on Prismo’s face. 

“What is so funny? I almost passed out, asshole.” Scarab mumbled, wiggling his hips a bit, so he could pull out. The used condom was a little uncomfortable to keep on, but he couldn’t quite reach around Prismo and take it off, so he nudged the other to slide off of him, for now.

P: “Ah geez, it's nothing man I just-” Prismo waved his hand in the air in a vague gesture, trying to find the right words, which was apparently stupid difficult after all the drinking and fucking. Scarab's statement was no less amusing and stroked his ego in just the right way.

The giggling died down for a moment as Scarab adjusted their positions. Prismo's breath hitched slightly as he was maneuvered onto his side, Scarab's softening cock regrettably  leaving the comfort of his inner walls. He didn't put up a fuss about it, though Prismo would be lying if he said he didn't already miss being stuffed full. 

He tried to play it cool, lounging sideways, head propped up by his hand as he smiled at the other, ignoring how his ass felt gaping and empty and continued his sentence.

“-just feels like I might have skipped the order of things..” After all, Scarab didn't seem like the fuck on the first date kinda guy- and Prismo wasn't even sure he'd have gotten a chance at that first date to begin with. 

S: “Oh? Was this not your plan for the night?” Scarab asked, sitting up to remove the condom and tie it up neatly, so as not to spill. He couldn’t be bothered to get up, so he tossed it into the tiny hotel bin against the wall in front of them. 

His cock has softened somewhat, but frustratingly it hadn’t given up completely on getting off again. Even just touching it to tug the condom off had sent little sparks through it, despite being very over sensitive by now. He was almost positive he couldn’t come again, but his body seemed to think otherwise. 

Scarab turned to Prismo, running a hand over the expanse of his thigh, over his ass and up his waist. Even slick with sweat his skin was still silky smooth and soft, and it felt so good to touch- he frowned at the idea that he probably won't get to touch him like this again; unless they go on another company retreat to a strip club and get absolutely plastered .

P: Prismo unconsciously shuddered under the gentle caresses of Scarab's warm hands, his body instinctively leaning into the touch. In return, Prismo scooted forward a little, slotting his legs to link with Scarab's to cuddle closer.

“Right right, I mean, tonight sure-! Everything that happened tonight was totally an ingenious plan yup! You caught me.” Prismo chuckled with a roll of his eyes, bringing a finger tip out to absently rub circles on Scarab's chest.

“Really dude if I had planned this, I’d’ve made sure there was more than one condom.” Prismo pouted, dragging his fingertip further down, coyly running the circles closer to Scarab's groin and smirking. 

“Really is a bummer too. Your refractory period is kinda crazy dude- I know I'm hot, but you’ve cum like three times tonight and this little guy still looks like he could handle more.” Prismo gave an affectionate tap to the tip of Scarab’s cock as if to prove his point.

“Your dicks so excited I'd say you were a virgin if I didn't know any better.” He teased, what a crazy thought that was. 

S: A scarlet hue slowly grew over Scarab's cheeks; a defensive frown forming across his lips. He ignored the eager jolt his cock gave in response to the lightest of touches- he had really hoped that fact would have gone unspoken. 

"I thought it was obvious I've never done this before." Scarab said, sliding his hand back down over the globes of Prismo's ass, fingers grazing over the still-wet entrance of his hole. 

"So you won't need to worry about catching anything from me. Besides- if that's what you're worried about, you should've had more reservations about putting me in your mouth." Scarab deflected, pressing a few fingers past his tender ring, and rubbed against the pliant and well-fucked walls. 

Prismo was right about being able to go again- maybe not as long as before, but if Prismo was into it, Scarab would absolutely take.

P: Huh? Never done this before. Never done this before? Whatever else Scarab said went completely unregistered as that juicy little tidbit left the hamster running on a wheel inside Prismo's brain to make a complete stop. Then dexterous fingers prodded at his entrance and pushed in with ease and the combination made Prismo’s brain entirely short-circuit.

“Nnnaah-?” was the intelligent response Prismo wheezed out as his body froze up completely. Virgin. Scarab was a virgin. Was a virgin that is, before Prismo had spent the last several hours shamelessly throwing himself at the man and sucking the purity straight out of his cock. Glob . The angel and devil on Prismo's shoulders were having an absolute field day with this one. 

The kinder part felt guilty. Yeah, he was crushing crazy hard, and wanted to bang the hell out of his coworker, but a suck n fuck in a bathroom and hotel was not how Prismo would have wanted his own first time to go. Maybe that was the romantic in him, but Scarab deserved better, deserved having his first time with someone he cared about. 

The darker part felt pride. Prismo took Scarab’s first time. Couldn’t ever take it back either. Whether or not Scarab wanted anything to do with him after this tonight, Prismo had stolen a part of Scarab and embedded himself there instead. Permanently . The thought sent a sickening rush of arousal straight to his twitching cock and Prismo choked out another speechless noise as his skin turned red. 

S: Scarab hoped that Prismo's lack of response was a good sign. He dipped his fingers in deeper, tenderly massaging the walls of his supple, well-fucked hole. His cock was valiantly hardening again- he was sure he'd be well and truly exhausted tomorrow. 

"Can we go again?" Scarab asked, slipping his fingers out and gripping the other's ass, using the leverage to flip him onto his stomach, so he could sit across the back of Prismo's thighs, and run his palms over the man's ass. How nice it was to touch , it was addicting. 

"Don't act so surprised. Isn't that why you were dancing on me at the club? Trying to embarrass me?”

P: Being lost in thought didn't really last long when Scarab started working his fingers in earnest. A small moan leaking out of Prismo's mouth amidst the internalized screaming. Why was Scarab so good at fingering him anyway? Prismo would have to pry a little more details about just how far that virgin title really extended. Later though.

“W-What? No dude, I just- ugh.” Prismo brought his hands up to rub at his face, playing it cool was no longer on the table. “Glob I was seducing you Scrabby. Trying to.”  

Prismo’s already racing heartbeat sped up as those skillful fingers quickly left and he was unceremoniously flipped. The feeling of Scarab's rough palms squeezing greedily at his cheeks left him feeling extremely hot, but Scarab's question shot a nervous tingle down his spine. 

“W-Wait-!” He squirmed a bit under Scarab's weight, unintentionally but temptingly swaying hips from side to side. “I don't— mmn - I don't really do it without a rubber-!” Prismo squeaked out, feeling Scarab’s cock prod at his entrance in warning. 

S: “ Trying to ?” Scarab repeated, a rare, amused chuckle spilling past his lips. It should be obvious that Prismo succeeded in seducing him. He slid his cock over the other’s hole, steadily growing harder in response to more delicious friction, as Prismo wiggled his hips underneath him. His mouth watered at the sight, as he flicked his eyes up to catch Prismo’s stare.

“Do you want me to stop? I already said you don’t have to worry about catching anything from me.” Scarab said, kneading the other’s ass with eager hands, sliding his dick between soft flesh, resisting the urge to plunge in.

P: “S-Shit that's uh-haahH-” Prismo's eyes fluttered shut feeling the smooth slide of Scarab's cock rubbing against his hole. Scarab's cock felt hot . Way hotter without the condom. He could feel the ridge of Scarab's cockhead catching at the rim of his prepped opening, dribbling the smallest bit of pre that Prismo could really feel this time.

“O-Ohh…no I-” Prismo rocked his hips back, biting his lip for a moment as he tried to grasp some form of reason. Finding none available. Shit. Balls. Fucking shit balls. Was he about to raw dog it with Scarab? Was any of tonight even real? 

Prismo hid his face in the sheets and raised his hips up, presenting himself. He said nothing, other than giving a shaky thumbs up, hoping that would be sufficient, albeit lame consent. 

S: Prismo must have been just as worked up and sensitive as Scarab, because the noises he was pulling from the taller man were doing wonders for his dick, making it weakly dribble across the surface he was dragging over. He was already buzzing, where he had the energy for a fourth round only Glob would know, but the skin-on-skin contact was making his breath hitch in his throat and little fireworks go off in his stomach. Even just the sight of his dick sliding between Prismo’s ass was making his brain go haywire. 

Scarab didn’t hesitate when Prismo gave him the thumbs up. That was all he needed- he’d never been so worked up in his life . Thank Glob his coworker was already good and thoroughly prepped, because he snapped his hips forward with desperate haste, shoving the other’s hips back down against the bed and filling him up in one pump. 

Scarab’s jaw fell open at the sensation of Prismo’s heat wrapped tight around his raw cock, feeling every pulse and clench stronger than before, and it was very nearly too much stimulation after three orgasms, but overstimulation be damned, because it felt so, so good and there was no way he was pulling out yet. 

He snapped his hips forward again, dragging back just an inch or two before diving back in. Scarab’s pace was shallow and rough, chasing that tantalizing, all-encompassing feeling of ecstasy with a myriad of loud, wanton moans that most definitely passed through the thin walls of the hotel. (Not that he gave a shit, at that point.)

P: “HHOOOOHLY—sHIT-!” Prismo cried out, head immediately flying up from its hiding spot and body spasming as he was aggressively stuffed within an inch of his life. He hadn’t been expecting Scarab to start out so forcefully ; He was supposed to have worn Scarab out! Prismo’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as he was briefly left breathless. 

Hot. Burning hot, heat. It ignited and spread through every inch of Prismo's body as he was claimed. Despite already laying down, it made his legs tremble, like they would melt right through the bedding if Scarab didn’t keep him down.

Scarab’s pressing weight pushed Prismo further into the mattress, with each pounding snap of hips his cock rubbed into the sheets, the friction and pressure making any leftover thoughts completely fizzle out. 

“F-Fuck-!...A-AHhhhh…Ohhh—Scrab-! S-Scrabby ...fuckkinng—glaahHb!” Prismo wheezed, voice cracking.

S: Scarab was barely coherent, pounding into Prismo like his life depended on it- he wasn’t going to last long, not when it was so good and he was already three orgasms in , but damn if he wasn’t going to try and hold out. 

Prismo’s shout and incoherent babbling made his cock swell and ache, his hips stuttering in their pace- the pleasure and heat was so intense it was beyond difficult to keep a steady pace, especially when he was already worn out, but adrenaline was a hell of a drug, and so was Prismo. Seeing him writhe and squirm, making him breathless and unable to do anything but beg and whine and moan was easily one of the most satisfying and beautiful things Scarab had ever seen. He wanted to see it again and again, make him cry just like he’d done to Scarab before, to return some of the teasing he so happily dished out. 

He pulled one hand away from its hold on Prismo’s hips to fist into the other’s hair, tugging his head back so Scarab could just barely see the glazed-over look in his eyes, staring mindlessly ahead.

“Not- Scrabby, Scarab .” the shorter man corrected, accenting each word with a rough pound of his hips. The sound of skin slapping skin was loud enough to breach the walls; Scarab could only hope they weren’t going to get a noise complaint, because even if someone knocked on the door, he was not stopping. His chin was getting messy with drool, because he couldn’t be bothered to do anything other than fuck and moan and stare at Prismo like the delicious feast for the eyes he was.

P: “S-ScaaaRRR—a-aaaahhH!... Fuck-! ...O-Ooh glob right there-! ” The sensation of hands fisting in his hair and Scarab's deep voice resonating in his eardrums had his vision blurring. 

Something about Scarab’s voice had always made Prismo squirm since they’d met, but hearing it mutter filthy things, words most likely not uttered aloud before, left him trembling. Burning hot licks of fiery passion continued to surge throughout Prismo as he was pushed up the hill of arousal again.

Oh glob. Oh mother of all that is holy on planet earth and heaven above, Prismo was gonna cum. Prismo was gonna cum *hard* and there wasn't a single person in the hotel that wasn't about to hear it. Prismo’s desperate cries became even louder , unable to hear or register anything passed the rushing need to be eviscerated by Scarab and his massive cock. 

“ Scarab- ” Prismo gasped, eyes rolling back. “S-Scarab! Ahhhh- Fuck! ScrabbyyyYy don't stop! P-Please don't stop Im-! ”

S: The amount of endorphins flooding Scarab’s system made him shudder, clinging to Prismo’s hair and ass for dear life.

Really, he should’ve slowed down, or covered the other’s mouth, anything to keep him quiet, but Scarab really wasn’t doing much better. That delicious peak was rising in him, and though he expected it to come hard and fast, he found himself chasing his orgasm, riding the other faster in a desperate attempt to reach it. 

He grit his teeth when Prismo chanted his name like a prayer to the heavens- it forced a low groan from Scarab’s mouth. It was insane hearing Prismo speak his name like that, to cry and scream his name, because that’s who was making his eyes roll back into his head. It did crazy things to his brain, to his dick, and it sent a tiny shock of disappointment through him when Prismo returned to moaning Scrabby instead, clearly on the cusp of another orgasm.

Continuing his greedy thrusts, Scarab leaned up again, releasing his iron hold on Prismo’s hair, and instead slapping his palm across the round globe of his ass, before slamming inside and holding there, shouting in pure bliss at the feel of his inner walls pulsing and squeezing around him. 

While Prismo came, Scarab began again, starting a rapid fire pace- he was so close, his entire body was burning for it; he kept his eyes open, listening to the desperate cries of the man beneath him, delighting in the darkening mark on his ass and the scratches adorning his back, and with a final thrust the thread snapped and he came with a broken, guttural moan, his cock jumping inside him. There was nothing else to give- he’d spent himself with his previous three orgasms, but his body was still wracked with overwhelming heat and pleasure, and after that wave passed it became way too much, and he pulled out with a gasp. 

P: Prismo wasn’t sure he’d ever cum harder in his life when Scarab’s hand came careening down to smack him. His entire center of being crashed down on that one point as the wound-up cord inside Prismo snapped, voice cracking off into a silent scream as he came unraveled, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. Thick spurts of semen gushed out of his weeping cock, running down his legs and staining the sheets below as Scarab continued to mercilessly thrust into him. Prismo began to whimper at the overstimulation, powerless to do anything but take whatever Scarab had left to give.

“H-hnn-!...Oh!..S-Scrabby-! Scrabby cut it out…ah–ahhh...I-I came-!” Prismo warbled desperately. “Please, Scarab ...ggnnghh..! S-Stop - G-Ghhaahh..S-Scarab I came-! I-I came already please! ”

Any chance Prismo had of coming down from oblivion was continuously fucked out of him as he soared higher into the clouds of ecstacy. He could feel the throbbing pulse of Scarab finishing inside him, dry or otherwise, the massive girth nearly splitting him in two. A few stray tears began to leak down Prismo’s cheeks as the last bit of air he had left was wrenched from his lungs. Scarab all but rammed into his deepest parts and permanently made a home there. 

When Scarab finally let go of Prismo’s hips, he fell forward in a boneless heap, body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. Prismo’s expression was glazed over and unseeing, blissed out beyond repair. He was an absolute mess, lying in a pool of his own cum, sweat and tears.

S: Scarab had never felt so bone-dead tired in his life . Long sleepless nights at the office had nothing on this; weary and satisfied down to his core. He laid down beside Prismo, panting to catch his breath, running a hand over his forehead and into his hair. His brain was coming back to him in bits and pieces, absolutely shattered by Prismo in every way possible. 

Speaking of , Scarab turned to marvel at the other man, who looked far more broken and lost than he would have liked. He’d gotten a little lost himself at the end, and worry swirled in his stomach at the realization. Being drunk didn’t help- he hoped he didn’t mess up. 

“Prismo. You okay?” Scarab asked, his voice quiet and more than a little rough from all his moaning and shouting. He swallowed thickly, throat dry- he should really get up and get water for both of them, but he wasn’t sure how capable he was of walking to the bathroom. Might have to worry about it in the morning. 

He ran a soothing hand through Prismo’s hair, pushing himself a little closer to the taller man and pressing a nervous kiss below his eye.

P: Like a storm, the crashing sea of stimuli that enveloped Prismo eventually calmed down, soaring waves gently returning to shore. The rise and fall of Prismo's breathing eventually evened out as the room finally stopped spinning. 

The pet to his head felt nice and left his skin continuing to tingle. Prismo blinked when he felt a soft press of lips on his tear-stained cheek. The question buzzed in his ears, trying to process. He sucked in breath like he'd come up from underwater as some sense of awareness came back. 

Prismo brought his hands up to quickly rub at the residual tears, an awkward, wobbly smile on his face as his eyes made contact with Scarab’s concerned ones. His mouth was dry, tongue feeling heavy as he tried to speak. 

“m’ good-” He croaked. “super good, don’t worry about me man, this just happens sometimes when I get fucked really good.” He tried to laugh, the sound coming out raspy and weak as he leaned into Scarab’s touch.

S: "I do worry about you. All the time. Somebody has to.” Scarab mumbled, dropping his head onto the bed like a lead weight. He kept his hand in Prismo’s hair, massaging the soft curls as his eyes fell shut. His breathing was still labored, and the pleasant fog of adrenaline and alcohol lingered as he slowly came down from the high. 

He wasn’t capable of thinking much; his brain was barely functioning beyond Prismo and sleep and it felt kind of good to not be worrying about work, or appearances, or projects or anything other than falling asleep with a warm body beside him. 

A tinge of jealousy made his eyebrow twitch, understanding that other people had seen that side of Prismo. He shouldn't be surprised- it wasn't common for people their age to be virgins and Scarab was the outlier there, and Prismo had an active social life. Still , he frowned and slipped his free hand beneath Prismo's side to pull him a little closer, so he could press his forehead onto his soft chest. Might as well soak up whatever he can.

P: “ All the time, huh?” Prismo murmured, chest bubbling with warmth. “We’ll, you're on my mind too- you’re a workaholic, you never take a break.” 

The feeling of firm hands softly grabbing his waist and pulling him closer left a comforting weight. Scarab curled into him possessively, almost like a cat, nuzzling into his chest. Prismo hummed pleasantly at the shift in positions, resting his head atop Scarab’s and breathing in the other’s scent. 

Definitely musky from sex but, still earthy and rich- soothing and indescribably Scarab in a way that made Prismo’s chest do somersaults. Prismo wrapped his arms fully around Scarab, linking their legs together so their skin could be connected again in an affectionate embrace. Their skin felt sticky and gross from sweat and cum. They really should clean up a bit before snuggling but it was perfect for Prismo. 

“Can I kiss you again?” Prismo asked, running his hands along the length of Scarab’s spine in soft touches; A rather silly request with everything that had transpired that night, but asked regardless. Even with exhaustion creeping in, he just needed to feel Scarab’s lips on his one final time, tomorrow’s consequences would be dealt with then. 

S: Scarab made a quiet grunt as Prismo wrapped himself around him, but he quickly exhaled and let himself be held. The taller man was like a heated blanket, and even if he was still a little hot from sex, it felt nice. 

He snorted a breath of air in response to Prismo’s comment. He didn’t have the energy nor the desire to confess that after this experience, he felt that maybe a break wouldn’t be so bad every now and then, as long as it was with Prismo.  

Prismo’s hands running down his back left goosebumps on his skin, as his breath began to even out and the heaviness of sleep was settling over him. 

“Yes.” was his short response, though his brain was quickly turning off, he still wanted more, even after everything they did tonight, it didn’t feel like enough. Maybe he was greedy, but he didn’t care. Scarab tilted his head up, eyes closed even before making contact, and lazily pressed their lips together.

P: Prismo smiled fondly when Scarab tiredly leaned in, pleased with the lack of hesitation. The gentle brush of lips against his in a chaste kiss still had sparks igniting. He felt the continuous thrumming warmth encompassing them as he closed his eyes and savored the feeling. Prismo brought a hand up to softly card through Scarab's hair as he pulled away, eyes half lidded with affections. 

“G'night Scrabby..” Prismo murmured, ever so slightly tightening his hold.

Scarab's eyes were still closed, breathing peacefully. Prismo’s request was the final thing Scarab could manage before the exhaustion was too much and slumber took hold. Prismo continued to pet Scarab’s hair for a moment, his own eyes feeling heavier with each loving caress. He traced the details of Scarab’s tranquil, sleeping form with the last bit of consciousness he had, placing a gentle kiss on Scarab’s forehead before sleep quickly consumed him too.

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S: Alcohol, sex and all other things considered, Scarab had never slept so well in his life. 

Prismo was warm around him all night, and sometime during Scarab had nestled himself even further into his chest and tangled their legs up a little more. Snug as a bug. He was drooling , and Scarab didn’t drool, unless he was surrounded by Prismo's gangly limbs, apparently. 

Scarab woke to the sound of sharp knocks against the hotel door. For a brief moment after his brain slowly powered on, the only thing in his mind was rage at being torn from such a comfortable sleep. Then the pulsing headache kicked in, making him wince, and the second round of knocks felt even louder against his swollen head. He had way too much to drink last night, and his body was sore as Hell. 

He only realized why his sleep had been so restful and comfortable when he moved to get up, and finally noticed the arms holding him firm and the soft breaths blowing through his hair. Scarab’s face blossomed scarlet so quickly it almost hurt, and he hurried to untangle himself, though he failed to account for exactly how sore his body was, and nearly tumbled right off the bed onto the floor. He managed to catch himself and wobble to his feet, only to recall in horror that he was naked as the day he was born, and whoever was at the door was still knocking . Scarab’s eyebrow twitched and he snatched his bathrobe out of his luggage, tugged it on like it had offended him, and yanked open the door with a pained scowl. 

“ What? ”

P: “Scarab, is that the tone we take with our superiors so early in the morning mate?” Standing at the door was Orbo, voice groggy but full of snark. 

He brought a finger to rub at his ears, as if Scarab's voice was grating to his senses, before taking in the other’s tousled appearance, eyebrow raising as he locked in on a dark, incredibly blatant hickey on the side of Scarab's neck.

“You didn't come wake me at the scheduled time like you usually do on these trips…s’not like you to oversleep.” Orbo's expression grew smug as he shifted his weight, peering into the room behind Scarab, catching a glimpse of the bed, messy sheets tangled with another person’s limbs. So, even someone with a stick up their ass like Scarab could cut loose and get some huh. 

“So, as usual, morning meetings in like 15 minutes, was checking in on ya out of the kindness of my heart pal- but, looks like I had nothing to worry about...” He peered further, eyes honing in on a flash of unmistakable pink hair that left him blinking, before a smirk stretched across his face.

“...So that dance really did it for you-”

S: Scarab’s face twisted into a look of pure terror when his boss , of all people, stood behind the door. His first instinct was to apologize, to argue that it was early and he hadn’t expected it to be Orbo , but upon seeing the other man tilt to the side and peer into the room behind him, his scowl returned and he hurried to shield the image of Prismo in his bed with his body and the door. 

“ Yes , Orbo, thank you , I’m fine-” Clearly the damage was already done, and Scarab knew that Orbo knew, and before he could finish his last sentence Scarab slammed the door in his face and locked it. 

“ Okay… ” Scarab whispered to himself, still burdened with dawning horror as his aching brain came to understand what he just did to his boss, and what his boss just saw . His face burned even hotter, and he dragged his hand over his face with an exasperated sigh. 

He was scared to turn around and go back to the bed. Last night was coming back to him in fragments, and each memory made him flush down to his chest with a vibrant red. That was- definitely a lapse in judgment, he couldn’t even imagine how awkward work with Prismo was going to be now. Regardless of how good last night was, (and it was really good), he couldn’t imagine it being worth the shit he was going to get from Orbo and everyone else around the office he felt like telling. Which would probably be everybody . 

Steeling himself, Scarab turned and stormed over to Prismo’s sleeping form. He was starting to feel the sticky grossness all over his skin, and he was desperate for a shower. But Prismo even moreso, and Scarab felt bad about leaving him there. Besides, he needed to suffer with him. 

“ Prismo .” Scarab mumbled, placing a hand on the other’s shoulder and jostling him a little roughly- his patience was already thin, already dealing with a killer headache and the agonizing humiliation of being caught sleeping with his coworker before he even had coffee. 

“Prismo, get up -”

P: “Nnnoo m’ up- n’..five minutes..” Prismo scrunched his face up and slurred in response, half asleep and flailing a hand out to push at whatever was disturbing him. He grumbled as he was roused further, maybe if he squeezed his eyes tighter he could go back to bed. He’d been having such a wonderful, crazy dream; That he’d hooked up with Scarab last night, and this time felt super realistic too. 

Prismo winced as the shaking movement  continued, it rattled his brain around in his pulsing head. Lucidly, making out that he was being spoken to, Prismo felt all the aches and strains from his abused muscles trickle into consciousness as he awoke, letting out a loud groan. 

“Ohhh glob… my head..”

He cracked his eyes open blearily, the light of the room mostly being blocked by the figure shaking the daylights out of him. It took a moment of squinting before Prismo’s brain clocked into the fact that it was Scarab, putting the pieces together. Oh. Not a dream. Shit.

“Uh-... mmmorning ?” Prismo cracked a sheepish grin, was this the end? Was Scarab waking him up just to get satisfaction seeing the life drain from his eyes? At least Prismo got a taste first.

S: Scarab stopped shaking the other when he finally opened his eyes. Regretfully, as always, the calm ocean in them soothed him somewhat- but it did nothing for the redness covering his face. He struggled to even look at the other. What had been his plan in waking him up? To kick him out? That was probably the smart thing to do. Make sure that this whole humiliating experience never happens again, though the damage to his reputation had already been done. 

“I- if you- thanks to your stunt last night, we missed the morning meeting, and Orbo knows that we- what we did . And knowing him he’s going to tell everybody and- ugh . Do you know how awkward the plane ride home is going to be?” Scarab mumbled, his eyes looking everywhere but Prismo, nervously fidgeting with the ties of his robe. 

He wished he was still drunk. Scarab had no idea how to act; Prismo wanted a quick fuck, he got that, Scarab lost his virginity and now that they were both sober and Prismo was still naked and they were back to being coworkers - it was all a little much. He wanted to scurry away and hide under a rock forever, but his feet felt pinned to the floor as he waited for Prismo’s response.

P: Prismo had tensed, prepared for his timely demise, when nothing came hurtling towards him in the form of a fist or a table, Prismo blinked up at Scarab. He had expected him to be pissed , or maybe even pretend like it didn't happen. The admittance of their affairs and the rosie red that was blooming on Scarab’s face were actually pretty good signs.

His hungover brain attempted to process the words unloaded onto him upon just waking up. Unfortunately, most of Prismo's focus was hung up on the fact that everything that transpired last night was real ; Yes, he had in fact shamelessly pole danced, gave Scarab a lapdance and then proceeded to steal his virginity in a bathroom and hotel. Neat.

Second realization being he was still completely naked in front of Scarab and the other was clearly trying not to gawk.This was certainly one for the books. If Prismo were a different man he’d feel some sort of embarrassment, but he was shameless when it came to the things he liked. Sue him. 

“Orbo and the what now? Did I miss something?” Making no moves to cover himself, Prismo scratched at his messy bedhead before stretching his arms out languidly, a tired sigh escaping as he felt the sting and pull of tender muscles. Jesus, Scarab really mauled him with his claws.

“Well, if it helps, they probably already knew before we left the club, if any of my funky memory is correct-” Was Prismo's unhelpful response. He made a motion to get up and winced at the sharp pain in his rear, opting to sit back down. 

“-people are always gonna gossip man. I mean, I could just sit by you on the plane ride home, if you wanted. People don't usually whisper about me.” He smiled, mostly he just wanted more time to hang out, but hopefully it was a good enough excuse. 

S: “ Hmph - maybe it’s not a big deal to you , but I have a reputation to uphold. Thanks to your stunt last night, that’s ruined.” Scarab hissed, nailing his eyes to the bathroom door to avoid Prismo’s nude form. 

“I was hoping they would be too drunk to remember us leaving the bar. Clearly he remembered regardless, and unfortunately it’s the same for us.” The words left a bitter taste on his tongue. He didn’t really mean it, to insinuate that he wished the events of last night would’ve been better lost in a haze of drunken amnesia. 

If he had woken up and Prismo was gone and never brought up last night again; Scarab would have been angry, but he wouldn’t have been confused. This had him confused and completely lost on how to proceed, how to act and how to respond to Prismo still being naked in his hotel room.

P: “Oh..” Prismo's smile faltered for a brief moment at Scarab's words, posture sagging like a kicked puppy before quickly recovering with an awkward chuckle. Right, Prismo had just preyed on Scarab during a moment of weakness. A sober Scarab wouldn't possibly touch or look at Prismo the way he did last night. He knew that but it still made his gut twist in disappointment. 

“Aha- nah, I don't think you have much to worry about Scrabby. I'm sure your rep as the office Scary Guy will still be there when we get home..” Prismo made another motion to get up, successful this time despite the slight wobble in his legs. 

“...Sorry for making things harder for you. It wasn't my plan. We can—we can just chock it up to a mistake and forget about it if that's what you want. I get it. Haha.” Prismo's eyes flicked around the room, anywhere but at Scarab, trying to stamp out the feeling of rejection creeping in.

“Right, I can totally get out of your hair then just um- do you know where my pants are? Any of my clothes actually-” 

S: Scarab stiffened as he listened to Prismo apologize to him. His hands stilled as he tried to process, finally letting his eyes fall on the taller man’s form. A little jab of guilt hit him in the stomach- was that not what Prismo wanted? A casual fling? Was Scarab being the bad guy now? 

Prismo always had some sort of retaliation, always teased him back or brushed off his thorns like nothing, but his words seemed to hurt this time. He could tell by the tone of his voice, by the way he just surrendered to it. No- okay, no , Scarab didn’t want him to leave, especially not now that he was looking like a wounded dog. He never had any issue pushing Prismo around at work, but all the sudden it regretted his harsh words. Damn him. 

“Don’t put on your dirty clothes. You need a shower.” Scarab said, his eyes darting away before it became too obvious he was staring, “and I’m dying for one, so… we can just take one together.” 

Scarab didn’t want Prismo to go. Because all things considered, he enjoyed last night. He liked Prismo; liked the way he looked, how he smelled, how he talked and how annoyingly persistent he was with everything. It was strange to see him give up so easily. It made him think that maybe there was more to it than a fling, as difficult as that was to believe. 

“I’m- this is a lot. For me . But you don’t have to leave.” was the closest Scarab could manage in the way of apologies. Maybe the last thing he wanted was for Prismo to be upset. He’d pick relentless heckling at work a million times over seeing Prismo dejected and avoiding him.

P: Prismo eyes lit up with surprise as they snapped back to Scarab's. That was a hell of a lot more emotional honesty than he had been expecting….and most certainly a positive invitation if he'd ever heard one. So Scarab didn’t want to forget about it? He was just embarrassed? 

“ Oh -! Okay, cool…gotcha, Scrabby.” Prismo felt relief, a giddy sensation of hope bubbling in his chest when it all clicked into place.

His face broke out into a beaming grin, despite his best efforts to keep it at bay. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging from side to side. Scarab didn't want him to leave. Told him not to even. It was obviously rather difficult for the shorter man to admit such things, judging by the blush continuing to spread on Scarab's cheeks. Glob that was cute. He really didn't have to just dream about it anymore did he?

Prismo crossed the distance between them, bringing a hand out to fidget with the tie of Scarab's robe. Now that he wasn't being kicked out the door, he took the opportunity to appreciate Scarab's tousled, ‘morning after’ appearance. 

“A shower sounds nice, really nice—honestly I need it, my skin feels mega nasty from all our freaky bizz last night.”

S: Scarab let out a breath of relief when Prismo went right back to his regular self. It seemed the taller man understood him, thankfully , without having to go any more in depth than that. Just that little admittance was a struggle, but a necessary one, he supposed, to spare Prismo’s feelings. Which, normally, wasn’t something he worried about doing. A lot changed last night. 

“I’m sure it does, but don’t… don’t call it that.” Scarab scolded, trying desperately to resist the allure of Prismo’s bright smile. He turned and entered the bathroom, which was appropriately tiny for a hotel, and began pulling his various soaps from his bath bag he’d preemptively placed in there the day before. He praised himself a tiny bit for deciding to bring his nice soap on the trip.

P: “Okayyyy, whaddaya want me to call it then, goin' to town? ” Prismo cheshire-grinned, trotting behind dutifully as the strip of fabric he was toying with slipped away, along with the man he was pining for. 

"Bangin’ one out? Boinking? Bonetown USA, Population you ‘n me? Prismo playfully suggested, coming up from behind Scarab to peer at the surprising variety of hygiene products. Prismo loomed even closer to murmur in Scarab's ear, eyeing his expression from the mirror.

“Nah~ bet you're more of a love making kinda guy am I right~?” He teased, pulling away with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

S: Scarab really did try to ignore Prismo’s teasing, distracting himself by pulling out his toiletries, but his face was blooming anyway. He made the unfortunate mistake of meeting Prismo’s eyes in the mirror before he moved away, and shit , was it getting hot in there? That shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did, but the eye contact sent a little zap right down to his groin. 

“I’m not that kind of guy at all - you don’t have to call it anything.” Scarab reprimanded, gently shoving him away with a harsh, desperate tone to his voice, begging the other to stop with the teasing. It was early, his head hurt, and he was way too hot. They didn’t have time for messing around. 

He gently shoved the other aside and went to turn on the shower, making sure it was nice and steamy before tentatively pulling off his robe and hanging it on the wall hook. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- regardless of how embarrassed Prismo made him feel, he should be well past being prude about his body. Still, he hurried in, sighing with instant relief as the water washed over him. It was sorely needed.

P: “Awe Scrabby you're no fun~ I guess I'll stick with calling it good ol’ fashioned fucking then.” Prismo relented, though he let out another snicker as Scarab nudged him out of the way. Sex was going to be a fun new subject matter Prismo planned to thoroughly enjoy using to tease Scarab. It wasn't often he had the upper hand with the matters they bickered about. 

Prismo watched with interest as Scarab took off his robe, catching the splotches of reds and purples left on pale skin before steam obscured his view. He lingered outside the shower, sober or drunk, the sight of Scarab made him feel warm, heat prickling in his gut as a myriad of memories flashed through his mind of last night's activities. 

Prismo swallowed trying to shake the thoughts away before he got too excited, mentally chastising his dick as he opened the shower door to join his partner. Prismo exhaled a grateful sigh when the hot water ran over his sore muscles, humming softly. Scarab might not have kicked him out, but he probably would at any time if Prismo made the wrong move. It'd be wise to be on his best behavior, Prismo surmised, trying to steel his resolve. He could totally have an innocent shower with his crush. No biggie. 

S: Scarab groaned in response to Prismo’s decision- but he let it slide. At least he was cute, even if he was a little obnoxious for his own good. It was Scarab’s fault for being into it. 

He dipped his head under the water, letting it soak the white strands before Prismo stepped in. The taller man acted like a dam, blocking the water before it hit him, so he flipped their positions, leaving Prismo towards the back wall so he could still get some of the water from the stream. Curse him for being so tall. 

The damn blush on Scarab’s face would not go away, especially now that he had a perfect view of all the marks he had left on Prismo’s skin last night. He was covered in them, marked up like he’d been on a mission to make him as sore as possible in the morning. He almost felt bad , but it was hard when the sight was going right to his dick. 

Scarab turned away from him, facing the showerhead and reaching for his shampoo. He could manage this, it was just a shower, they’d done far worse- but there was no alcohol left in his system to give him courage.

P: Much like the rest of the hotel amenities, the shower was nothing special, though the latch on the door kept most of the steam inside, leaving the room hazy. It was a bit cramped with both of them, not that Prismo minded the opportunity to be in close proximity with Scarab for longer. He didn’t make a fuss when he was booted from the water, but when his skin hit the cold tiles of the shower wall, he instinctively jumped away with a hiss bumping into Scarab’s back. 

“Ah- sorry, clumsy me.” Prismo mumbled with a crooked grin, though he made no move to pull away from being pressed up against the other. Scarab’s skin felt nice and soft, slickened by the water running down his sides in tempting rivulets.

Against his better judgment Prismo let out a pleased sigh and snaked his arms around Scarab's waist, nuzzling into the side of his neck. If Scarab was going to hog the water, Prismo would just hog the warmth it brought Scarab instead. He heard the click of the shampoo cap and subtle shifting of the other and hummed.

“That smells really good, what's in that?”

S: Scarab’s body stiffened when Prismo draped over his back, momentarily distracting him from his task of uncapping the shampoo. It absolutely did not help to feel Prismo’s cock press warmly against his ass; soft or not, it made his dick react with an eager pulse that absolutely mortified Scarab. He was an adult - he should be able to handle a simple shower, instead of getting hard like a teenager. But this was a far, far more intimate setting than he was used to, even more intimate than he’d been expecting when he suggested a shower. He was glad that Prismo was behind him, hopefully he stayed that way, so he could hide his slowly growing shame.

Scarab swallowed thickly and tried to ignore how his heart and his dick throbbed in response to Prismo’s voice in his ear again. 

“It’s- it’s all-natural, wild mint scented.” he replied, desperately trying to keep his tone level and relaxed. The water felt too hot, it was maybe too steamy in there, but he made no effort to lower the temp, because that would require bending over and he was absolutely not going to do that when Prismo was directly behind him.

P: “That's just like you to bring your own fancy stuff along Scrabby. I was just gonna hope the free soap in my room would do the trick, but this is waaaaay better.” Prismo remarked casually, hands absently tracing circles into the divots of Scarab's hips. 

It was a pleasant surprise for Prismo that Scarab had yet to push him away at all. Obviously they hadn't really gotten the opportunity to go over boundaries or PDA or any of that touchy-feely stuff, Prismo was quite literally “testing the waters” of what Scarab would allow him to do.

He took it as a very good sign when he felt Scarab leaning ever so slightly against his chest for support and his dick nestling sweetly between Scarab’s cheeks wasn't bad either. Prismo placed a gentle kiss into the crook of Scarab’s open neck where he’d been resting his head. 

“You want some help? I can wash your hair for you, m’ real good with my hands.” Prismo offered innocently enough, though he pressed his thumbs into Scarab’s flesh a bit firmer to emphasize his point. 

S: Scarab’s face burned when Prismo pressed a kiss to his skin- okay, this was getting intense. Was this standard morning-after procedure? Because it felt very romantic, and they were, as far as he knew, (he couldn’t be positive what was said last night), not dating, and last night had been a casual fling. It had hurt Prismo to say they should forget about it, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t casual. 

Fuck , feelings were difficult. Scarab kind of wished Prismo would just fuck off so he didn’t have to dwell on it, but the idea of actually making him give him some space made him frown. Okay, maybe he didn’t want that. It was honestly really nice having the warmth on his back, and having Prismo wash his hair sounded a little too good to pass up. 

“If you want to, but I’m more than capable of handling it myself.” Scarab mumbled, handing the bottle to Prismo regardless of his words.

P: There was somewhere in the back of Prismo's mind that wondered if he should be pumping the brakes a bit, but the romantic in him just couldn't resist. Nothing had really been talked about or established aside from Scarab not wanting Prismo to leave the room. It didn't necessarily mean Scarab wanted anything deeper than sex or even more sex at all, but that didn't mean Prismo wasn't going to try to showcase that he could be good for more than just sex, ya know, just in case. 

Or at least, he could cop a couple of extra feels in while he had the chance. He had already gotten way farther than he dreamed possible yesterday, what was the harm in shooting his shot some more? If Scarab was going to reject him later anyway, might as well live it up now.

 “I know you're capable Scrabs, but it's not really about that.” Prismo smiled when Scarab obediently handed him the shampoo and squirted a generous dollop into his open palm. Prismo then gently brought his hands up to card them in Scarab's hair, softly massaging the shampoo into a bubbly lather. 

The smell of mint tickled Prismo's nose as he dutifully rubbed and massaged at Scarab's scalp, letting his eyes appreciatively wander up and down Scarab’s lithe figure as he worked. While Scarab hadn’t left last night completely unscathed, there were far too many empty areas of skin that needed to be covered with marks. The thought sent a tingle of arousal through Prismo that he quickly tried to shake off. Glob dammit, why was thinking without his dick so hard?

S: “What is it about, then?” Scarab asked, though he stayed put and tilted his head down slightly. 

The feeling of someone else’s hands in his hair was odd at first, an entirely foreign touch, though it only took a few deft strokes of his fingers over his scalp for a bright, tingly sensation to wash through his body in waves. It was like he was rubbing magic straight into his brain , and really it had no right to feel as good as it did. 

His eyes fluttered shut, though he made a weak attempt to keep them open before he surrendered. His head lolled synchronously with Prismo’s hands, following the tender touch wherever it went. God, this was absolutely worth whatever awkwardness he had put up with so far. 

“You really are good at thaa- hmm -!” Scarab’s mumbling cut off when Prismo ran his thumbs along his neck, tracing his hairline with a therapeutic pressure that made him moan . It felt so wonderful he didn’t notice the chorus of hums and gasps he made following Prismo’s touches.

P: “It's about letting someone else take care of you, goob.” Prismo responded fondly, raking nails gently behind the curve of Scarab's ear before rubbing soothingly at his earlobes. He took care in keeping the suds out of Scarab's eyes then trailed his fingers to the pressure points at the base of Scarab's neck. He brushed his thumb over tender nerves in a firm upward motion, kneading his fingers into the stiffened muscles and smirked at the approving groan Scarab let slip. Bingo . 

“Thanks Scrabby, I like doin’ stuff like this.” Prismo preened under the compliment, voice dripping over Scarab alongside the sound of pattering water. He cradled Scarab's head in his hands, feeling the other begin to go lax as their bodies pressed closer together. 

Prismo counted his blessings that he had enough experience to keep an erection at bay though it was taking immense amounts of self-control. The involuntary noises from Scarab were incredibly encouraging, but making it difficult to behave himself.

“Okay~ rinse time.” Prismo cooed, pushing Scarab forward gently under the stream of water with a soft nudge of his hips. He then began the titillating process in reverse, diligently clearing the suds from Scarab's hair in comforting circles.

S: Scarab could have mumbled something like, ‘I don’t need someone else to take care of me’ , but it probably would have sounded like a moan. Prismo’s hands rubbed heaven into his head and he wanted nothing else but for him to keep going. 

Rinsing felt just as good. He let himself be moved easily, but as his eyes fell shut again, he absently leaned back against Prismo’s form, letting out another low purr as the extra warmth along his back. There were a few times where Scarab actually appreciated Prismo’s extra height, and this was one of them. He felt like this was the perfect level to be at, just short enough to be draped over. He really didn’t notice how he pressed up against Prismo’s groin, at least, not anymore than he noticed his symphony of eager sounds. It was incredibly difficult to focus on anything other than Prismo’s fingers.

P: Man, was Scarab purposefully trying to test him? Was that why he invited him into the shower? Because Prismo was just a man, and the object of his affections was literally pressed against him naked and wet and moaning from his touch. He could practically feel the metaphorical pair of devil horns sprouting forth from his hairline as he brought his hands down to Scarab's shoulders, giving them a squeeze. 

“ Whoa man, you're like, really tense here, lemme try somethin.” Prismo observed, experimentally digging his thumbs into the stiffened muscles, smirk growing wider at the responding groan Scarab provided. Prismo used the added heat and water to his advantage, running his hands over and around, working out the knots in Scarab's shoulder’s that seemed to overlap.

He took his time massaging and caressing, perhaps a bit too invested in his mission of making Scrabby putty in his hands as the sweet little noises were starting to get to him, blood traveling south to slowly fill his stirring cock. Scarab didn't seem to notice or mind much thankfully, lost in his own sensory experience as Prismo coiled strong arms around him and purred into his ear. 

“Want some help washing your body too~?” 

S: “Prismo- '' Scarab tried to protest, really, they should have just finished showering and got to the meeting. They were late, but they could still get there in time to get the bulk of it. 

But oh, he really was sore in the shoulders, and Prismo’s hands felt so good, how could he tell him to stop? Every push into the tight muscles made his brain melt, and his cock began to react to it as well, eagerly swelling in response to the almost overwhelming pleasantness wafting through his body in tune with Prismo’s motions. His mouth hung open and little gasps continued to pour out. 

“ Please . Just keep doing that.” Scarab requested, a little breathless, almost limp against the taller man. He hadn’t felt so relaxed in… well, maybe not in his life . He felt warm all over, and just a little excited that it was Prismo who was touching him. It was all a little too much, but damn if he didn’t want to turn around and kiss him, hold him, but most of all he was eager for more touches. He wasn’t sure he could live happily without this, now.

P: Prismo’s brain fizzled out briefly at Scarab's words, as his cock gave an interested twitch. He felt his hold on the other grow tighter, possessively so, as he rested his head on Scarab’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply into the skin of Scarab’s neck, as if the scent would calm him down enough to keep control.

“Scrabby...you can't just say shit like that to a guy-” Prismo let out a shaky breath, his hands had begun running up the sides of Scarab's ribcage in feather-like strokes. Prismo felt his thumbs run over the slender bone of each rib, the easy glide against his palms as he dragged his fingers to brush against Scarab's pink nipple. He placed another kiss to Scarab’s neck and sighed.

“-I'm trying real hard to be a good boy for you, but you're makin’ it pretty difficult.” Prismo’s hands continued to travel across the expanse of Scarab’s chest and back, kneading and rubbing and touching with an array of delicate movements that left Scarab shivering. Prismo intentionally avoided trailing his hands any lower.  

“So, do you want soap with that rubdown, or is there something else I can help you with instead~?”

S: "...what?" Scarab's brain had been reduced to putty, and Prismo's words took a few moments to register through the pleasant fog and steam. Guess the shoulder massage was done, tragically. His breath hitched when Prismo's hands ghosts over his nipple, and it stayed caught in his throat as he gently tickled his sides, making goosebumps erupt across his skin. 

Now that he'd been pulled from that headspace, he was forced to realize that he was unfortunately hard, embarrassingly so, just from a head wash and a shoulder rub. His face bloomed red and he peeled himself off of Prismo's chest and snatched his soap like it had offended him. Okay, there was no reason for 'good boy' to be as hot as it was, which was a very common thing with Prismo.

"I can do it myself. Thank you." Scarab mumbled, slightly pouting in humiliation. He made sure he was turned away, hiding his shame from Prismo best he could in the small space. He may have only lost his virginity in the last twelve hours, but he didn't have to act like it. Damn Prismo and his teasing, and damn him for being so good with his hands. 

Too bad for him he immediately missed the intimacy of Prismo's touch. He could still feel the spot where he had kissed his neck, and it made his stomach swirl in a sickeningly sweet way. 

"We don't have time for all this, we're already late to the morning meeting.”

P: Prismo couldn't help but pout when Scarab pulled away and denied him prime groping opportunities. There really wasn't that much space for Scarab to hide, especially when he was essentially wedging himself further into the corner, like a trapped animal.

The absence of Scarab's flushed skin pressed against Prismo left him feeling cold. He took the opportunity to move closer under the hot stream of water, rubbing over the tender welt on his pec of any flecks of dried blood. Jesus Scarab really chomped him.   

“I mean, do we have to go to the meeting? You know hardly anyone ever shows to those…aside from you. Especially after last night, cmon, live a little.” Prismo moved closer, as if stalking prey. Scarab was hunched over slightly, red up to his ears and fidgeting. It didn't take a genius to understand what was going on and again, Prismo was just a man, please cut him some slack.  

“Scrabby, I thought you wanted me to keep going..~” Prismo purred, hands reclaiming their rightful spot on Scarab’s hips to pull him in.

“I wanna keep going too..” He murmured, licking at the shell of Scarab's ear before nibbling at the lobe. Prismo’s eager hands then snuck around to rub over Scarab’s stomach, right above the need he knew was there just for him.

S: Scarab didn’t protest when Prismo’s hands found his hips again. Really, how could he? He was starting to appreciate their soft warmth. 

“Prismo,” Scarab prepared to argue about attending the meeting, but those long fingers settled so tantalizingly close to his cock that his breath caught in his throat again, anticipating his touch. His brain was running, whirring like an overworked computer, trying to rationalize staying and letting Prismo do what he wants, while fighting against it, telling himself he needed to be an exemplary employee and go regardless of any distractions. He was also fighting the tenderness that warmed his chest and made his heart beat, separate from all the lust, boiling down to pathetic feelings that he really couldn’t deny anymore. It’s not like he’d let anybody else distract him like this. 

“I- we shouldn’t -” Scarab tried regardless, biting his lip when he felt Prismo’s teeth at his ear. He did want him to keep going, more than anything at that moment, really.

P: ” Shouldn’t …so you wanna . There's nothing to worry about Scrabs, hardly anyone will notice we aren't there.” That probably wasn't true, but that didn't stop Prismo from lilting his tone in a persuasive manner as his fingers ghosted ever closer to Scarab’s erection.

“I can get Cos to give us the footnotes or something later-” He gave a gentle press below Scarab’s stomach, fingers nestling through wiry pubic hair as he all but loomed over the smaller man. Prismo couldn’t resist the urge to slide his cock between the cleft of Scarab’s asscheeks again. Each tantalizing glide left his dick harder than the last, as he quickly joined Scarab in arousal. 

“Cmon Scrabby, I like making sure my partners are willing . I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me~♡” He followed the statement with another  barrage of kisses to the side of Scarab's open neck, suckling at the pale skin to leave fresh new marks. 

S: Scarab was all too aware of the hardness against his ass, and it made something burn inside him that he was unfamiliar with. A little different from how he felt last night, but that coupled with Prismo’s voice in his ear made him swallow thickly and awkwardly stare to the side. 

He took a few moments to enjoy the kisses pressed to his neck, letting his eyes shut again. He really was aching for it, and truly, Prismo was offering. How could he be blamed for accepting? 

“Just- do what you want.” Scarab managed, tilting his hips back into Prismo’s groin, hissing quietly at the sensation of its heat so close to his core. “If anyone asks where we were, I’m telling them you were throwing up and needed someone to make sure you didn’t die .”

P: “Uhuh, got it, whatever you say.” Prismo breathed out in a rush, nodding enthusiastically. His ears tuned out anything past being told the magic words ‘ whatever he wanted ’, teeth sinking into the flesh of Scarab’s shoulder blade in the heat of excitement. Prismo rocked his hips forward again and groaned, soothing over the bite with a flick of his tongue, hand finally connecting to grasp at Scarab’s hardon. 

“There's definitely a couple things I wanna do to you.” His voice came out in a husky rumble as he gave an eager stroke at Scarab's length, rubbing his thumb over the leaking tip, water working as a natural lubricant. Prismo’s other wandering hand gave a firm squeeze to the meat of Scarab's supple rear, spreading just enough to get a glimpse at his tender opening. 

Fuck, this wasn't good. Prismo really wanted to stick it in and mess Scarab up good. But Scarab was a virgin , a complete virgin before last night, he reminded himself. He needed to be patient about this or he was going to hurt the poor guy.

S: “ Fuck… ” Scarab moaned, quiet and barely audible above the raucous noise of the water. He couldn’t decide whether to buck his hips into Prismo’s unbearably warm hand, or grind back into his cock. It made his head spin. He felt flushed when Prismo palmed at his ass; was he going to…? Fuck. Scarab had never felt empty before, what was even happening? Maybe the steam was getting to him, he wasn’t thinking straight at all . Prismo had some sort of magic effect on him, turning his brain off when he so much as touched him. 

Using the anchor he had in Prismo’s hair, he tugged the other down and pulled him into a heated kiss. He felt more confident about it than he should have, he must’ve gotten plenty of practice last night. 

“What do you have in mind?” Scarab asked, his lips still sliding across Prismo’s, slickened by the constant stream of hot water. He had some idea, some feeling that sat hot and heavy in his gut and made his cock swell, but he wanted to hear it.

P: Prismo felt his entire body tense when Scarab gripped the back of his hair before practically melting down the drain from being kissed. It was sloppy and rushed, but it was Scarab initiating it, and the thought alone was enough to drive Prismo mad. 24 hours ago Prismo wasn't even sure Scarab would have said yes to a date but now here they were kissing like newfound lovers about to go for another round. 

Lovers . It was honestly embarrassing how hard that thought made his dick. He brushed the cheesy thought away in favor of swallowing another one of Scarab’s moans with his mouth. He really shouldn't get greedy with his desires like that, in fear of rejection and disappointment.

Sober or not, Scarab was living off the high of another's touch for the first time which would obviously be pleasant, it didn't mean he wanted anything serious or exclusive. Prismo would have been smart to remember that, but the last shred of his logic was quickly floating away in favor of stealing another first from Scarab. 

When Scarab pulled away from Prismo’s mouth he almost whined at the loss, ready to chase after and steal another kiss, but the whispered question left his heart hammering in his chest with excitement and his cock unbelievably hard. The hand playfully squeezing at Scarab’s ass drifted slightly, finger coming out to softly circle at his opening. 

“I really wanna fuck you. Need to fuck you. Craaaazy bad.” Prismo unabashedly admitted, continuing to languidly jerk Scarab off.

“Have you ever played with yourself back here Scrabby?” Prismo followed his question by prodding gently at Scarab’s entrance with a single finger, testing whether it would give way easily. It didn't. Scarab was going to be insanely tight.

S: Prismo’s blunt declaration of need made his head spin, more so than the heavy steam trapped in there with them. He swallowed again, stealing another chaste kiss from Prismo’s lips. 

“I- nngh , it’s, ah, been awhile-” Scarab admitted, his face burning. Prismo’s touch near his entrance felt like a shock, little sparks of pleasure as he rounded the sensitive flesh. He had *sort of* experimented before, but he just hadn’t felt he had time to work with it lately. Much more productive to just rub when out when the need struck, rather than build himself up slowly. He hadn’t thought of his lack of experience back there as an issue before, but now he was rather disappointed they couldn’t just get to it. 

Scarab tried to focus on the hot hand around his cock, working him slow enough to keep his arousal spiked but never enough to finish him off. Still, it left him breathing heavy and moving his hips in tiny, subconscious circles, chasing the dual light sensations.

P: “Well, awhile is easier to work with than never -” Prismo licked his lips, the idea of Scarab fingerfucking himself was deeeefinitely going into the spank bank for later. As was the current image of Scarab dazedly grinding himself back and forth into the palm of Prismo's hands, unsure of which direction to go.

Prismo continued to rub the pad of his index finger against the tight ring of muscle until the hot water and Scarab's own movements helped ease his finger inside. Scarab's hot walls clamped down around the intruding presence and Prismo groaned, hooking his finger in deeper before carefully withdrawing it. 

“You’re still way too tense, we gotta help you relax a bit if you've got any chance of fitting this bad boy in.” Prismo chided, gripping himself by the shaft and shamelessly tapping his cockhead against Scarab's entrance. He pressed forward just enough to feel the resistance and dribble some precum out onto Scarab's puckered hole.

“Whaddaya think Scrabby~? If you bend over nice and pretty for me I can help loosen you up, would you like that~?”

S: When Prismo’s cockhead pressed eagerly against his awaiting hole, all of Scarab’s remaining brain power went right down the shower drain. Part of him instantly wished the taller man would just go for it, and plow him right then and there. Subconsciously, he was grateful he didn’t, but his body was tingling with need and desire for anything other than slow, relaxed strokes, as embarrassing as that was. 

It was even more embarrassing how quickly he obliged Prismo’s request. How could he not ? His cock was already dripping for him, and though it was hidden well under the constant stream of water, he’d been drooling for him too. Scarab leaned himself forward, awkwardly and clumsily spreading his legs apart as he braced against the shower wall with slightly trembling hands. 

Tentatively, he looked behind him and nodded, drinking in Prismo’s wet and naked appearance. He really had no right being that hot, especially when his normally curly hair was stuck to his skin. The sight made his heart pound faster in his chest, but any words caught in his throat as he exhaled some of his nerves.

P: Prismo let slip a twittering whistle as Scarab obediently did as he was told, trailing his eyes across every inch of Scarab's flushed and dripping body. The demure look Scarab was imploringly giving as he presented himself had Prismo drooling. He silently thanked Golb and any other being in the universe that played a part in him scoring so big. 

“That's a good boy, keep 'em spread for me just like that.” Prismo marveled for a moment more, almost in reverence. 

“You look so sexy like this.” Prismo praised, taking a moment to adjust the direction of the showerhead, to prevent Scarab or himself from getting an unpleasant mouth full of water.  He was unable to resist the desire to playfully slap at one of Scarab’s cheeks with a roguish grin, before he knelt down into position. He ran his hands up Scarab's trembling thighs to still them, before each hand settled on a pale globe, squeezing intently and spreading them apart. 

Scarab's quivering hole stared back at him invitingly as he licked his lips. Prismo was reminded that he had yet to have breakfast that morning and he was feeling hungry . There was also a faint memory of Scarab doing this to him the night prior and returning the favor was all the sweeter for Prismo as he leaned in and pressed his tongue to the ring of muscle. 

S: “ Ugh , stop talking to me like that. This is embarrassing enough.” Scarab mumbled, turning back towards the wall and pressing his forehead against the vaguely cold tile. He was happy to be hidden from Prismo’s stare; he was bright red in the face and panting, partially from the heavy steam and partially from the shameful arousal he got from Prismo calling him good . Truthfully, Prismo’s tooth-rottingly sweet pillowtalk made his cock leak shamefully onto the shower floor- but he didn’t feel like ruminating on it now. Scarab could dive deeper into that fetish later, when Prismo wasn’t getting down on his knees behind him. 

He flinched at the warm, wet appendage suddenly pressed against his ass, his mouth falling open as he did his best to stay still, rather than wiggle and awkwardly shift on his feet. It felt foreign and a little strange, though the knowledge that it was Prismo’s tongue helped start the little waves of pleasure from beneath his skilled tongue. 

He appreciated every little touch from the taller man, every stroke of his thighs and even the little spank, despite knowing he would scold Prismo for that if he was any less sex-drunk and eager. Scarab stared mindlessly into the shower wall, entirely focused on the sensations behind him.

P: This was probably not what his coworkers meant when they so often told Scarab that he could “kiss their ass” behind his back, the thought left Prismo grinning in amusement. He hummed against Scarab’s entrance with delight, flicking his tongue out and lapping at the tight ring of muscle. He took his time lavishing Scarab’s opening with sloppy, open-mouth kisses until Scarab’s thighs were trembling and his hole was sufficiently slick with saliva. Slowly but surely he felt the tension start to give way as above him Scarab got lost in the feeling.

Prismo then pushed forward, breaching Scarab’s insides with his tongue to melt him from the inside out. He let out a muffled groan, feeling Scarab’s velvety walls clench and fight against him, but Prismo was valiant in his efforts, delving deeper as he licked his way into Scarab’s core. Prismo’s hands began to knead and squeeze at the tender flesh of Scarab’s ass, spreading him apart further yet tugging him closer. 

Prismo withdrew only to suckle hungrily at Scarab’s rim, pleased with the amount of leeway he was beginning to feel. With his tongue still eagerly working at spearing Scarab open, Prismo brought a finger back round to gently push alongside. He was met with significantly less resistance as his finger sank in, experimentally pushing it in and out as he continued to keep Scarab pried open with his tongue. 

S: Scarab did his best to relax, letting his eyes fall shut and taking slow, shuddering breaths. Prismo’s tongue gradually became a welcome feeling, warm and wet and increasingly pleasant , the longer he worked him open. 

Soon enough every lick pulled a wantonous moan from his throat, and his body trembled in response to the waves of lazy pleasure and the effort of keeping himself up. His body screamed to drop down and relax as he took it, but Prismo called him good and as embarrassing as that was, Scarab didn’t want to disappoint, so he kept himself up as he moaned and tried not to push back into Prismo’s mouth. 

His self composure really threatened to slip when Prismo sucked at his rim, sending a sharp bolt of hot pleasure straight to his cock, making him flex his leg as he squirmed. He flinched again when Prismo’s finger slipped inside, a feeling that felt odd and uncomfortable when he’d tried before, but now that he was wet and warmed up, it dragged a low groan past his lips and made him whine eagerly. 

But it was starting to be not enough . His cock was a swollen, dripping mess, and as much as he longed to reach for it himself, he felt he needed the support of both his arms to keep himself stable against the wet shower walls. As good as Prismo’s tongue was, the pleasure only got so far before all it did was make him want “... More .”

The word dripped from his tongue like saliva, barely even registering in his mind. All he was really thinking about was Prismo , and what else he could do with those long fingers of his if he put his mind to it.

P: Honestly, Prismo probably could have spent the rest of his morning on his knees driving Scarab up the wall with his tongue alone, but hopefully he could do that some other time. Scarab was being so obedient and honest for him, it made Prismo's heart swell nearly as much as his dick to think he was the first to see the mighty Scarab so eager and compliant . 

Prismo's eyes lit up with salacious glee and Scarab's request was dutifully followed, Prismo withdrawing his tongue completely in favor of pushing another finger inside. He kept his face nice and close to watch Scarab's fluttering hole start to open up around him. Prismo scissored his two digits, curling and curving his fingers to stretch Scarab’s inner walls. 

“Y'know I can't believe you’ve never been fucked when you sound so sweet. I'm being careful just for you babe, ya gotta be patient.” It was ironic of him to refer to patience with how gruff and hungry he sounded, his own need screaming between his legs, but the statement was no less true. When he felt Scarab begin to shift unconsciously against his prodding digits, he added a third, and smiled.

“That’s three~ you’re doing so good for me Scrabby, you taste perfect. Feel perfect.” Prismo purred, following his statement with a playful nip to the flesh of Scarab’s ass cheek. 

S: Scarab was going to make some sort of retort, to tell Prismo it was ridiculous to assume he should’ve had sex just because of his voice and that he should get on with it. But when his third finger slipped in, and the pressure teetered on too much and he finally felt full, his brain gave up entirely. Fuck it, what was the point in arguing? Prismo was going to do what he wanted, and Scarab was enjoying every second of it. 

“Fuck, Prismo- yes, please-” Scarab’s words came rushed and breathless, his head swimming with a lack of oxygen and a desperate need for more. He winced at the other’s teeth, but every little hint of pain only added to the pleasure and made him moan all the louder. “Please- so good,” his cock was throbbing between his thighs, red and angry with need, yet ignored in favor of exploring this new kind of pleasure. He couldn’t help but push back into Prismo’s hands, imploring those long, deft fingers to reach deeper.

P: The sound of Scarab begging was music to Prismo’s ears, patience waning as he shoved his fingers in deeper. Prismo rose from his knees continuing his efforts, pressing his weight against Scarab’s back once more, the hand not fucking in and out possessively gripping at Scarab’s waist.

“Shit, you really know what to say to make a guy go fuckin’ crazy.” Prismo growled incredulously, continuing to pump his fingers in and out, satisfied and aroused by how soft Scarab's walls were beginning to feel around him. As an occasional bottom himself, Prismo knew exactly how wide he would need to stretch Scarab to take all of him in and what signs to look for. The way Scarab was greedily rocking against him, sucking him in deliciously, cock leaking between his shaky legs was a walking neon sign that screamed ‘I'm ready’. 

“You think you're ready to take my cock baby? You feel nice and loose for me now.” Prismo cooed, returning to nibble at Scarab's ear. He spread his three fingers apart from within, feeling content with the amount of room he'd managed to make before withdrawing them. He brought a hand down to stroke at his own painfully hard member, looking at Scarab with a heated and expectant stare, waiting. 

S: Prismo’s words hardly registered in his mind, taking far too long to get through the gooey, sex-addled mess that could have been called a brain, had there not been three fingers hooked in his ass that rendered it all but useless. 

Once those syrupy words did breach his conscience, he shook his head in a frantic attempt to dissuade him before he could form coherent words rather than moans. Even once he’d pulled his fingers from his wet, greedy hole, the residual pleasure was still driving him up the wall. 

“ Fuck yes , but not here, I can’t stand like this for long, please -” the beg was wholly unnecessary, because it was a plea to hurry the fuck up and judging by Prismo’s husky, lust-drunk voice, the last thing he needed was to be spurred on.

P: Fucking hell. That was hot. Way too hot. Prismo scolded himself internally, he almost took Scarab's back door v-card from behind in the shower, that is not how he was supposed to be doing this.

“Right, shit- m’ getting carried away. Sorry just- finally figuring out how to make you weak in the knees is like, a craaaaazy power trip, wow.” Prismo mused, voice slightly rough with need, reaching in front of Scarab to shut the faucet off quickly. 

“Y'know I've always wanted to try something, can you face me for a sec?” Prismo followed his question with a kiss to the back of Scarab's damp shoulder, hands running up and down his sides again imploringly. 

S: Scarab wasn’t in the mindset to argue. He felt empty for the first time in his life, and he was wound up to high Hell . He turned around a little unsteadily, leaning into Prismo for support as soon as he was facing him again. There wasn’t much Scarab wouldn’t have done at that point to hurry along the process of getting Prismo’s cock inside him.

P: Prismo smiled affectionately as Scarab dutifully spun around, stumbling on clumsy legs and leaning against him for support. How cute. Prismo had never focused much on how much tinier Scarab really was than him, but it felt fairly obvious now as he looked down. He took a moment to brush a wet strand of hair that was astray on Scarab's forehead, before moving to cup his cheek, dragging his thumb across Scarab’s kiss-bruised bottom lip and tilting his head up gently to meet Scarab’s glazed out expression.  

“I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone this bad..” Prismo’s own eyes were half-lidded and glittering with lust as he spoke. He released his hold on Scarab’s cheek to find root on Scarab’s plush hips again, but this time he kept his grip tight. 

“Now then…Upsy-daisy Scrabby~!” Effortlessly and with no more warning given, Prismo proceeded to lift Scarab up by the hips, now looking up at him with a mischievous grin, hands coming round to support his pert behind to hold Scarab up. Prismo’s cock nestled perfectly between Scarab’s ass cheeks with the new angle and Prismo couldn’t help but giggle at how easy and light Scarab felt in his arms; Lighter than he had imagined. 

S: "Wh- Prismo !" Scarab gasped as he was suddenly lifted, his legs encircling Prismo's small waist to keep himself steady, while his arms wrapped around his neck. Geez , it was one new experience after the next with him, but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy being lifted like he weighed nothing, and Prismo's annoying (sexy) smile didn't help. 

Hot, pulsating heat right against his core made him bite his lip, and his cock finally got attention, pressed between his and Prismo's stomachs. Scarab couldn't help but moan, hiding his face in the other's neck and gently grinding into the pressure, dick leaking excitedly against their skin. He didn't really care if that made him harder to hold, he was too far gone to stop.

P: “Yeah~ that's my name, don't wear it out-!” Prismo beamed from ear to ear as Scarab clung to him like a newborn Koala. With Scarab helping support his own weight, Prismo slid open the shower door with ease. The steam poured out into the open space, replaced with tingling cold air that left both their dripping bodies shivering, though drying either of them off was the last thing on Prismo's mind. 

“Wow dude, who knew you could be this cute ?” Prismo cooed, light amusement in his tone as he placed a kiss to Scarab's neck and collarbone that he could reach.

Prismo's hands hungrily squeezed, enthralled with the concept of a sopping wet Scarab bundled in his arms, trembling just for him. He was unable to resist the urge to rock Scarab up and down against his member, fingertips pressing into the divots of his hips and manhandling him properly. How easy it would be to just ram inside and drive Scarab crazy, maybe something to try later. Prismo's cock felt scorchingly hot with each tempting glide of flesh, the tip pressing sinfully close to breaching Scarab's waiting hole with every shuffled footstep towards the bed.

S: Scarab hardly made an effort to pretend he wasn't in heaven- he was basically putty in Prismo's arms, melting at the weightless high of being carried around. The sweltering, pulsing heat of Prismo's cock rubbing against his hole didn't help, leaving him dripping and whimpering in his partner's arms. 

Cute played over in his mind a few times too many. If the compliment had come from anybody else, he would have been pissed. But from Prismo, it made his heart swell and his cheeks burn. 

His brain was hardwired at this point to focus solely on his aching need, which was more his ass than his dick at this point. Prismo's little distracted bumps against him as he walked were good, but even the short distance from the bathroom to the bed felt too long, so he helped the other a bit and worked his hips in slow, stuttering grinds, feeling it slide between his cheeks with the assistance of water and saliva. 

It maybe wasn't the best idea for them to rub against each other, when neither were in full control of their bodies and were both a little sex-hungry, because one innocent bump of their hips together and the tip of Prismo's cock slipped right in. 

"Ohh fuck-! Pris- mo !" 

Scarab was already worked up, partially undone by Prismo's tongue, and the other's cock suddenly breaching his walls for the first time was too much. He moaned loud and desperate, clawing into Prismo's back as he came with a start. It hit him like a train, shocking his body with pleasure like he hadn't felt before.

P: Prismo let out a shuddering gasp as the tip of his cock pressed inside slick, velvety heat, nearly tripping over his own two feet as his knees hit the edge of the bed. He teetered, biting his lip in pleasure but also concentrating as to not drop Scarab. Gravity took hold and Prismo’s cock sank in deeper with a groan as he guided Scarab’s back to hit the bed gently, albeit clumsily. Scarab’s half-hazardly dangling legs wrapped back around Prismo’s midsection as Prismo toppled over him, arms on either side of Scarab’s head.

“Ohhh holy fuck b-babe…glob careful - is my dick that good?” Prismo laughed, though the sound was gruff and full of nothing but longing. The feeling of Scarab’s cum sliding between their touching chests left Prismo throbbing, wishing he could run his tongue over every last drop while he was still inside. When his legs were stable enough for him to do so, Prismo brought one of his braced hands down to rub at Scarab’s hip again, sparkling blue eyes full of need as they bored into Scarab’s gold. 

“T-Tell me I can keep goin’ Scrabs. I’m trying real hard not to hurt you but you feel so fucking good inside.” It was practically a whine , Prismo’s hips pressing further of their own accord, trying to reach for more of that intoxicating warmth just within reach. 

S: Scarab hit the bed with a quiet oomf , making a valiant effort to catch his breath now that there was fresh air and no need to strain to keep himself up. Prismo’s cock was a pleasant, much needed weight inside him, but it wasn’t enough, wasn’t moving and Scarab wasn’t feeling patient. His premature orgasm had been good but it was short lived, leaving him amped up and trembling with need. 

“Stop fucking asking , Prismo- just take me already-!” Scarab snapped, shooting the other a frustrated look from below and squirming his hips, trying to get him to sink his cock deeper. Damn Prismo, for working him up to this, for making him so desperate and then making him wait . With an anticipatory eagerness, he fisted the blanket beside his head, near where Prismo’s arms pillared, watching where their hips came close to meeting.

P: Prismo's cock gave a valiant pulse of desire at the command, precum dribbling and mixing with his saliva. Beneath him Scarab had never looked more beautiful; Sopping wet from head to toe, red and spread open just for him.

“ Fuck , okay- have it your way dude whatever , I'll be romantic later.” Prismo rolled his eyes though there was no animosity behind it as he watched Scarab brace himself for the inevitable. At some point Prismo would need to scold himself again for not even bothering to find a rubber, not that it looked like Scarab had any complaints or would know any better. In fact, he'd probably love it if Prismo came inside and filled him with another one of Prismo's fluids.  

The thought of pumping Scarab full of his cum was enough to make an uncharacteristic growl escape his throat. With Scarab's legs locking him in place Prismo snapped his hips forward, keeping his eyes on Scarab's face in the pillow. He didn't pause for even a moment to let the other adjust, sinking inch after inch until he was fully sheathed inside to the hilt. Scarab's virginal walls clenched and squeezed unbearably tight around Prismo's cock, as his hips finally connected with a wet and lascivious slap .

S: Nothing could have prepared Scarab for the overwhelming, full body wave of pleasure that shocked his body when Prismo snapped his hips forward; there was a sting- he figured there would be, even with such ample preparation, but it did nothing to hinder the experience. The extra sensation only added to it, making everything all the more intense; the warmth of Prismo’s waist beneath his legs, the fullness he felt, the pressure of Prismo’s gaze; It all forced him to writhe and arch his back as he shouted a desperate moan. His orgasm had heightened his senses as well, his nerves on fire with burning arousal. 

“ Fuck , yes, Prismo, keep going-” he babbled, out of breath and panting, eyes flicking between watching Prismo’s face, tight with arousal, and where their hips connected. It made him throb to see where they were joined, to know his cock was reaching deep into his core, to feel it throb against his walls. He was a mess.

P: “S-So..nnh bossy - so hot . Your wish is my command~” Prismo grunted, slightly overwhelmed by the raw, all-consuming feeling that was hugging his cock as he rocked his hips forward. He wasn't sure where to look anymore, at Scarab’s blissful expression, the array of kiss marks littering open skin, or Scarab’s hole stretching wide open to take him in nice and deep. Thank glob for business trips, Prismo was never taking his job for granted again. 

“You're taking my cock so perfectly already, holy shit-” Prismo moaned, brows knitted together in pleasure as he began a steady pace in and out. His nails dug back into the flesh of Scarab’s hip as he rutted, looming over Scarab trying to drag him ever closer, cold piercings warming up between their slickened chests with every slide.   

S: Scarab took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Prismo as soon as he drew close, raking his nails over yesterday's wounds. He wrenched his eyes closed, mouth stuck open as a symphony of pleasured noises flooded the small space between them. 

It was difficult to focus on every sensation hijacking his brain- the sharpness of Prismo's nails on his hips, the heat pounding into his prostate and the slightly too much pressure. Even the cold metal of Prismo's piercings, cool against his heated skin. 

The easy solution was to shut off his overworked mind, letting everything wash over him, no longer trying to keep track of it all. Immediately the pleasure grew stronger, consumed by Prismo and his cock and his hands and his size , so big above him it made his brain melt into a puddle. 

" Pris-mo- fuck -" he stammered, attempting to catch his lips in a sloppy kiss, but ultimately managing only to feed him wet and ragged groans.

P: ‘“G-Glob, Scarab - baby just like that-” Prismo groaned back, the sound breaking off into a breathless hiss at the feeling of Scarab's nails carving fresh new welts into his back, arousal heightening at the idea of Scarab marking him up beyond repair; He hoped they left a scar. Prismo peppered kisses against Scarab's neck and cheek with his teeth and his tongue anywhere he could reach, all the while drinking in and getting drunk again off the sinfully delicious sounds beneath him.

Prismo's hips stuttered as Scarab clumsily tried to steal a kiss, Prismo's own tongue lolling out to search and reach for him. A well timed thrust left Scarab's mouth open in ecstasy and Prismo took the opportunity to dive in and connect their lips for a searing kiss, swallowing the endless cries flowing out of Scarab and rocking his hips forward intimately close as their tongues intertwined with the rhythm of their bodies.

S: Scarab’s stomach swirled in delight when Prismo’s mouth dominated his, drool slipping past their loose lips as they kissed. He hooked the nails of one hand into Prismo’s back, holding him there best he could, while his other hand frantically slipped between their bodies, seeking his aching cock that had leaked a small, sticky pool of pre between their stomachs. 

His breath hitched and his back arched even more sharply when he found it, wrapping a hot, still damp hand around the flesh that had been screaming for attention since the shower. It only added to everything, amplified the intense pleasure Prismo was fucking into him, but pumping himself with erratic, unfocused thrusts helped build himself up to the peak.

P: Prismo may have seemed like a lazy, space case, but he was incredibly observant when he needed to be, a quick study too and very eager to please under the right circumstances. All of Prismo’s energy and attention went into deriving as much pleasure for Scarab as possible. 

When Scarab arched up, Prismo made sure to roll his hips forward, brushing the sweet spot inside Scarab he knew felt the best. He made sure to keep his pace matched with however Scarab thrashed, focusing on the different ways Scarab's breath would hitch or his cries would increase depending on the angle of his snapping hips.

With each intoxicating wave of pleasure, Prismo felt himself drowning deeper in his desires. The places where his skin began and Scarab’s ended began to meld together in a heated amalgamation. Prismo was unable to stop the words of want from flowing freely between his groaning. 

“So beautiful-...s-so-nngh!..stunning and sexy.. Glob , you're making my cock feel so good baby, you were made to take me just like this- ” Prismo rattled on, each word filled with intense, lustful honesty. 

“I can't-hhah fuck   I can't believe you-ghh!” Prismo gasped, feeling himself getting closer but not wanting to pull away, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting to ever think about what it would be like to not have Scarab wrapped around him again like this. Fuck, it was way too soon for his mushball brain to be thinking like that but he couldn't stop as the heat continued to rise.

S: Prismo’s honey-sweet words melted over Scarab, making him feel even warmer and sappier than before. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath, thrusting his head back into the mattress as he cried Prismo’s name. 

He could’ve found something to say, if he’d been capable of forming words other than fuck , Prismo , and Glob - something along the lines of ‘ I can’t believe you want me so bad ,’ or ‘ You’re making me crazy-’ , but all that came out was stammering moans and whines as he was pushed further towards another orgasm. 

It rammed into Scarab like a truck; his entire body tensing as he came undone beneath Prismo, eyes wrenched shut as little, overwhelmed tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. His mouth hung open, his ass tightening around Prismo’s cock. He pulled his hand off his own dick when he came, the sensation too much as he spent himself between their stomachs, stumbling over Prismo’s name. 

Eagerly, he wrapped his legs tightly around Prismo’s waist, his hands returning to slip over his back to rest against Prismo’s shoulders. The last thing he wanted was for the taller man to go anywhere before he came- Prismo was giving him the full experience, Scarab would make sure of it.

P: Prismo's legs almost buckled as Scarab's orgasm left his hot, fluttering walls binding Prismo's cock inside. He snarled, the onslaught of pleasure driving his thrusts deeper, harder, until Scarab’s body was pliantly accepting each movement with a vocalized cry of delight. 

“G-Glob..hahh-you're so fucking tight -S-Shit…mmh..Scrabby 'm gonna cum if you keep- nnh-! -squeezing me like that.” Prismo moaned, his fingers holding hard enough to bruise. Scarab’s legs were locked around him in a vice-like grip, urging Prismo in his actions of debauchery. 

“Y-You gotta ease up or 'm gonna cum inside you-” Prismo panted, his tempo becoming more erratic as he climbed his peak. 

S: Prismo’s thrusts rushed Scarab over the peak of overstimulation, making his head tip further back into the mattress, his breath caught in his lungs as his vision began to swim with stars. His body was burning and his head felt light, but fuck if it wasn’t the best thing he’d felt, second only to their activities the night before. 

“ N-No - cum inside me, Prismo, inside -” Scarab moaned, keeping his legs snug around Prismo’s waist, keeping him right where he wanted him. He may not have been able to fill Prismo up the night before, but he’d be damned if Prismo didn’t get the chance to return the would-be favor.

P: “S-Scrabby inside is-hhhahh..” The notion left Prismo’s brain fried.  

Oh Fuck . A hot pulse of heat licked its way down Prismo's back at the words. Scarab couldn't really mean that, right? He had no idea what he was even really asking for and cleanup after a creampie was a bitch. They literally just got out of the shower and they went right back to making a mess.

Was it a good move to listen to Scarab's blissed and fucked out request knowing he'd totally get scolded later? Probably not, but Prismo's sense of logic had no place in the bedroom with how good Scarab was taking him now and how perfect he would look stuffed full of Prismo’s seed. Fuck it.

“Mmh fuck - yeah? You want my cum that bad baby?” Prismo grunted between his thrusts. “How's about you keep askin’ nice and sweet for me just like that-”

A wickedly possessive desire roared inside Prismo as he roughly bucked his hips, a lascivious smile spreading across his face as a litany of beautifully filthy words continued to flow like an endless stream.

“Say ‘Please cum inside me Prismo~ I only want your cum~’” He cooed, though he didn't really expect Scarab to say it, his own words were enough to keep fueling his arousal. Plenty of time to teach Scarab how to beg properly later.

S: Scarab’s grip around Prismo’s waist did waver a bit, not because of any decrease in desire for Prismo to fill him up, but because the other’s words turned his brain to mush and his cock gave another curious, valiant twitch. His gut instinct was to say it, to do what was asked of him so he could get what he wanted. But his face flared up with red embarrassment at the idea. 

He dropped his hands from Prismo’s neck, finding purchase in the blankets beside him again, squeezing tears from his eyes. Another wrecked moan tore from his throat as he writhed, sensed overwhelmed, his breath coming in short bursts. 

“ Fuck , Prismo, I can’t ,- just cum -!” Scarab gasped, his eyes opening just enough to see the perverted grin stretched across Prismo’s handsome face. He could melt underneath it, and it felt like he was, flushed red from his face down to his hips. His back was almost sore from arching up into Prismo’s chest, and his ass was sore from the sharp smack of Prismo’s hips. He was going to be absolutely wrecked tomorrow, and part of him looked forward to it.

P: Prismo should have listened, but he was too far gone in his power trip, prolonging the gratification of his own orgasm in favor or watching Scarab squirm and cry for as long as possible. The sight was truly something to behold. It wasn't his fault Scarab was being cuter than he ever knew possible, how could he stop now. 

“No can do Scrabby~♡ not until you beg for it. C'mon~ just this once~” Prismo taunted, slowing his pace enough that Scarab had to keep his eyes locked on him with every harsh roll of hips. 

“It's easy- like this, ‘Pretty Pleaaaase~’” Prismo mocked, finally removing one of his hands from Scarab’s bruised hip, only to press it down on Scarab’s stomach instead, where he could feel his cock bulging against Scarab’s slender frame. 

“Don't you wanna know what it feels like? Don't you wanna be a good boy Scrabby?” Prismo and his big mouth were bound to get him in trouble but damn if he wasn't seconds away from busting his load whether Scarab said anything or not .

S: “Fuck yo- aAH-! Prismo! ” Scarab shouted, his hips bucking up into the unforgiving and delicious pressure on his stomach. It was hot and heavy right where it felt best, entwined so deeply with Prismo it made his eyes grow wide and drool drip from the open corners of his mouth. His cock was still somewhat spent from last night, it truly didn’t have much left in it, but even soft his entire body was vibrating. It felt so fucking good. He wondered if anyone other than Prismo could make him feel that way, and doubted it. 

“You’re such a- fuck , fine, Prismo, please cum, please, please, please-” Scarab managed, each plea louder and more desperate from the last, each word punctuated with an agonizingly slow thrust from Prismo. His toes curled behind them, thighs gripping Prismo's hips for dear life, holding his breath once again, his heart racing in anticipation of Prismo’s release.

P: “Ohhh, fuck yes~ that's a good boy-” Prismo slurred, victorious grin in place while panting with the effort to continuously drive into Scarab. That was all he needed to hear. The edges of Prismo's vision began to blur, toes curling and body beginning to tingle. Every point of sensation pooling down south intimately to the connection between the two. Scarab’s now loose and stretched out hole taking him in with ease. Loosened and stretched by Prismo’s cock and his cock only.

“S-So good for me Scrabby so, so fucking good-ah!.. fuck ! Glob, Scrabby, S-Scrabby, ScrabBY-!” Prismo groaned it like a mantra, hips stuttering and jerking in a clumsy-motion as the cord inside him finally snapped again and he saw white, hot bursts of semen spilling inside Scarab, filling him to the brim. It wasn't until Prismo had expended every last drop, hips finally halting in their savage assault, that his muscles went limp and he laid bonelessly on top of Scarab, trying to catch his breath as he nuzzled into the other's neck. 

S: Scarab’s body stretched taut as Prismo came, his hands flying up to grip Prismo’s arms. A low, guttural groan ripped from his throat, devolving into a pathetic, overworked whine as he felt Prismo spill inside him. It was an odd feeling, being filled, his stomach growing warm and hot around Prismo’s cock. His breath came in ragged pants, tear stains streaking down his cheeks. 

He went lax when Prismo finally stopped, sliding his hands over his shoulders to hold weakly at his back. His body ached like he’d just run a marathon, one that left him dripping cum onto the hotel mattress. Prismo’s heart raced along with his, pounding against each other where their chests met. 

“ Fuck , you just- I’m gonna kick your ass.” Scarab mumbled, an incredibly underthreatening remark considering how fucked-out his voice sounded, and how he leaned his cheek against Prismo’s, resting his head on his. 

There was no way in hell he could remember the aftermath of last night, and how he felt afterwards. But the post-orgasm, sweaty, out-of-breath cuddle made him feel warm in an entirely different way, and he was sure being sober made it better.

P: “Worth it.” Prismo mumbled cheekily, dazed smile on his face as he tried to catch his breath. Every part of Prismo was floating in the afterglow of post-coital bliss, fuzzy from head to toe. It felt like his body was fusing into Scarabs between the mixture of sweat, water and cum. He wished they could go back to sleep just like this, with Prismo still buried inside his new home. Despite every bone and muscle in his body demanding he stay put, he made the effort of turning to look at Scarab with a dreamy sigh. 

“You're something else dude..” He said incredulously, tone filled with tender affection at the fact that Scarab was still clinging to him and making no effort to push him away. For a moment Prismo found himself lost in Scarab’s ever shifting golden eyes, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Glob…Scarab was so pretty, what the hell. Prismo swallowed, mouth suddenly feeling dry as his mind raced with a plethora of romantic nonsense brought about by the added endorphins flowing through him. He bit his lip and instead said. 

“You really gotta let me pull out now or I’m totally gonna get hard again haha.” 

S: Scarab was comfortable with Prismo still heavy inside him, and frankly, he would have been happy to fall asleep still wrapped around his lanky form like a tree. But he didn't want to spend all day in bed, being unproductive. Time to get up. 

Wordlessly, Scarab untangled himself from Prismo, wincing slightly when his cock pulled free, leaving him with a strange emptiness. 

"I need to clean up, again . You're not invited, this time. You can't behave." Scarab informed, lazily sitting up and dragging a hand slowly through Prismo's still wet curls.

P: Prismo couldn’t help but whine as he was promptly pushed off his intimate heat source and even more distraught at not being able to see his spent leaking out of Scarab, as the other was making quick work of getting up despite just getting plowed moments ago. Did he do something wrong? So much for basking in the afterglow.

“But I-...okay, fair but I could try..!” Prismo responded, pouting childishly as he watched Scarab wobble getting up, reaching a hand out on instinct to assist before stopping at the look he received. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, but the stern glare from Scarab was a clear indication that Prismo should not test any more limits, at least not today. He sighed, mostly to himself, as he watched Scarab briskly grab an assortment of clothes and scurry off to the bathroom again. 

“Could you at least get me a towel while you're in there? I'm still soaked.” Prismo mumbled wryly, in the direction of Scarab’s fleeting shape.  

S: Scarab stumbled his way into the bathroom, making no effort to reply to Prismo’s request with anything other than a hastily thrown towel in his direction, before shutting and locking the door behind him. 

Immediately upon isolating himself, Scarab slapped his hand over his face and exhaled, a desperate attempt to sooth his racing heart. What the fuck did he just do?

Sleeping with his coworker when they’re both drunk off their ass was one thing. That could be forgiven, logged under an unfortunate mistake, a not-so-good decision made while under the influence. But the issue was less that it happened at all, but more so that the most it likely accomplished was digging Scarab deeper into the sad, pathetic hole he had already found himself in. Having feelings for Prismo, and having zero idea how to go about it. 

Because at the end of the day, Prismo likely just wanted a fuckbuddy. It wasn’t a good idea to expect more than that. He was a… well, he was a casual guy. It wouldn’t do Scarab any favors to expect more than that. It wasn’t like he’d made any moves before last night.

The cold, uncomfortable feel of cum dripping down his thigh shook him from his thoughts, making him rush to turn on the shower and clean out his poor decision. Perhaps it wasn’t the worst idea to ask. Scarab was a very capable man in every other aspect of his life. He could manage asking Prismo what he wanted out of this. He could, he knew it, he just had to- 

Scarab sighed, red in the face, stepping into the water and getting to work cleaning himself, inside and out. It wasn’t fun - he was already sore and sensitive and it was a little difficult to get so deep by himself, but there was no way he was letting Prismo back there again today. 

His mind raced with ways to bring up the topic of: ‘ Is this happening again ?’, ‘Is this all you wanted?’, ‘Can we be official?’, but every visual of the conversation made his heart leap into his throat. He hated feeling so scared . It was a stupid, foreign feeling about a stupid, foreign situation, and at the same time he regretted feeling like that, he couldn’t bring himself to regret last night. It had been pretty wonderful. This morning, too. 

Once he was thoroughly cleaned, Scarab hastily dried himself off, scratching at his hair through the towel, and tugged on his clothes, before rejoining Prismo in the hotel room. He tried his best to act normal, but the burning red on his face persisted, and his eyes wanted to be everywhere but the tall, handsome man waiting for him, redressed and ready as well.

P: Prismo flopped back down on the bed when Scarab dipped, staring up at the ceiling and ignoring the towel haphazardly flung at him, flinching slightly as he heard the bathroom door slam shut. He couldn't help the frown line that was forming between his brows as he contemplated. Well, shit . That was not exactly how he planned this morning to go. Glob…Scarab must think he was a total dog . 

Prismo groaned internally rolling over onto his side, rubbing at his eyes as a guilty conscience kicked in. The multitude of lewd things he let slip were flashing through his mind in bits and pieces leaving him red. He didn't even have liquor as an excuse this time either. It was all him , responsible for every word and action.

But Scarab had just been so glob damn tempting in the shower. Soft and delicate and everything Prismo had been pining after for months. His heart beat continued to thud loudly in his chest as everything that transpired up till this point ran through Prismo's mind like a film reel. Man, he couldn't let this be the end. No flippin way. Prismo gave himself a light smack on his cheeks, trying to focus and get into serious mode as he sat up. He didn't want to waste more time moping on the bed, especially not knowing how long it would take Scarab to recover and clean up after their dalliance. 

He reached for the towel and made quick work drying off. The semen smeared on his chest was going to leave some residual funk without a warm cloth, but the thought of Sarab’s cum lingering on his skin a little longer was a perversely pleasant one. It didn't take him long to locate his clothes littered on the floor and Prismo couldn't help but snort thinking of how pointless getting clean this morning really was when he was back where he started; Covered in cum and sweat about to do the walk of shame in last night's digs.  

No no, positive thoughts Prismo. He may have botched the beginning first few steps of his romantic plan on wooing Scarab into being his lover, but he could backpedal right? He resisted the urge to bang his head into the wall before shuffling back over to the bed to wait for the smaller man to exit the bathroom. He could do this.

His stomach gave an obnoxious growl as he fiddled with his hands, missing breakfast had been totally worth it but boy did he work up an appetite. Prismo was snapped out of these distracted thoughts as he heard the door handle turn finally and Scarab popped out looking fresh as a daisy. The blush on Scarab's face wasn't missed, but to Prismo's embarrassment, his face wasn't doing much better either, hot up to his ears.

“Feeling um- feeling more refreshed?” Prismo asked, cracking an awkward smile.

S: Scarab nodded, stepping over to Prismo and teasing his hair into a more dignified mess than it was before. He noted the redness of the other's cheeks, but brushed it off as residual adrenaline from their activities. 

"You should go back to your room and change. You still smell like the bar, and it's a little condemning to still be wearing yesterday's clothes." Scarab informed, meeting his eyes and relishing in a moment of closeness before turning away. 

They really should talk. He knew that. But he wasn't great with words in situations like these. He didn't have the upper hand, didn't have any leverage- the only way to navigate feelings was with honesty, and that was difficult. Especially now, embarrassed, fuzzy and starving. 

He headed towards the nightstand, where his wallet and phone waited. He needed food and some fresh air to clear his head.

P: Prismo felt his heart skip a beat and his tongue go dry as Scarab affectionately ruffled his hair. He felt pathetic for wanting to push his head into the feeling, but it was comforting to feel Scarab touching him, even more pathetic to miss the sensation as it was over far too quickly, Scarab facing away from him. 

“Aha..y-yeah I know..check outs in like 30 minutes too. Y'know me, always a little late..” Prismo stuttered, eyes flicking to the clock, back to Scarab’s wallet, then back to the clock. Scarab was gonna leave any second and then whatever spell that had been cast on this trip would be over . He watched Scarab pocket his phone and make the move to walk away. Think you idiot. Think . In a panic, Prismo’s arm shot out and he grabbed Scarab’s hand, stilling him. 

“I could- I could use a little help packing up- !” Prismo blurted out. “-Because, because you're so, organized and good with things like that. I'm sure I can make it in time with your help.” 

Prismo bit his lip. That was the lamest fucking excuse to ask for more time he’d ever heard, and it came from his own fat mouth. He squeezed Scarab’s hand, as if to instill more courage in himself before looking up into Scarab’s eyes, flushed with a pleading expression.  

“Lunch-!” He blathered in a rush. “We should get lunch! We missed breakfast. I could- we could -. I mean, i-if you were hungry and you wanted we could go get lunch. Together. After everything is packed? It could be my treat. As a thank you for uh- helping me pack?” Prismo cringed, it wasn't his smoothest move by a landshot, but he was nonetheless hopeful waiting for Scarab’s response.

S: Scarab startled when Prismo snatched his hand. He caught Prismo's eyes, momentarily stunned by the wet look on his face and the nervous tone in his voice. It was strange and unlike him to sound like that; out of his element. 

It took Scarab a little too long to understand what was happening, but once it finally clicked into place in his mind, he exhaled sharply, letting loose all the anxieties he'd accumulated over the question of ‘Should we be more?’. 

So Prismo felt the same. That they should, if his stumbling, juvenile attempt at asking him out had anything to say. Scarab couldn't help the tiny, relieved smile that bloomed on his lips. 

Truly, there were still a lot of things that needed to be discussed, and things to clarify. But for now, this was perfect. He gave Prismo's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I'll help you pack. And lunch would be... wonderful.”

P: He rose up from the bed, Scarab's hand still in his. Prismo's anxieties melting at the straightforward, honest answer, so telling of the person he fell for. He beamed, feeling radiantly light with Scarab smiling at him with a fondness he intended to cherish forever. 

“Wait, really ? Sweet!” He exclaimed with evident relief as he ran his thumb over the top of Scarab's hand. He contemplated leaning into smooch the living daylights out of his new partner, but held back in favor of tugging Scarab gently towards the door, towards there awaiting lunch date.

“So, whatcha in the mood for? I could totally vibe with some Mexican? Chinese maybe? Hey, what's your favorite food anyway, Scrabby?” He chattered excitedly, looking behind for an answer only to see Scarab still smiling adorably at him, slightly dazed. 

There were still a ton of things left unspoken, multitudes of awkward conversations and potential arguments down the line that they would have to work through, but for now, Prismo was buzzing with excitement from head to toe. A new relationship with endless possibilities all thanks to some liquid courage and a little push from a pole. 

Man, this definitely wasn’t what Prismo expected when he agreed to go on this work trip, but he wouldn't have changed a thing knowing this was the outcome. Who knew what life would throw at him next, at least now, he had Scarab at his side along for the ride.