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The clunk of copper below his feet, the groans and screeches of creatures as they lumbered towards him, the swoosh of wind and flinging of arrows.
He hears Skizz scream.
"Skizz?!" Grian shouts, pushing passed a skeleton covered in moss and mushrooms.
"G! I-I'm gettin' overwhelmed 'ere! Might need some help!" He shouts, grunting as he's hit in the side suddenly by a sharp arrow.
Sliding in front of him, Grian's instantly hit in the stomach by a iron sword brandished by a husk.
"Shii-" Skizz swallowed, "Are you okay?"
"I'm good, I'm good, back up, dude," Grian smiled awkwardly, taking out a stack of dirt. Soon enough, they're pushed into a back corner of the trial chamber, and Grian just barely gets to place the dirt around them to seperate the creatures from the two of them.
"Oh, god..." Grian pants, leaning against the wall tensely, "It's alright, it's alright now!" he reminds himself, "I can just mine us out of here."
Peeking into his inventory shows very quickly that in fact no, he cannot.
"G?" Skizz says nervously.
"I-I must've... dropped it- I..." Grian swallows anxiously, "The inventory management with these things, they're horrible, they-"
"Hey, hey, it's alright," Skizz reassures, pulling his pickaxe out, "I'll get us out of here!"
"Thank god for Skizzleman!" Grian cheers.
He regrets that only a moment later when Skizz's pickaxe shatters as he begins work on his second step.
"End my life." Skizz sighs.
"Oh, fuck." Grian groans, "Okay, okay. Fine. This is fine. We're gonna be fine. I just gotta... I just gotta think..."
"Before we do any thinking-!" Skizz says quickly, "I think we need to take a breath,"
"No way up, that's fine, monsters on the other side of a dirt wall, that's fine. They're undead so they won't starve- um..."
He continues to ramble on and on, every reason they're totally fucked.
"Grian!" Skizz says suddenly, grabbing his shoulders, silencing the bird hybrid instantly, wings attached to his head fluttering quickly in surprise.
"Calm. Down." Skizz says again, slowly breathing in, and watching Grian's shoulders rise and fall along with him. In, Out. In, Out.
"Okay." Skizz slowly releases Grian from his grip, "Let's slow down. How are we doing on food?"
"Uhh... just a bit under a stack of golden carrots," Grian says.
"Well I accidentally brought my food shulker instead of, like, y'know, something useful," Skizz smiles.
"You... are a delight, Skizz." Grian says tensely through teeth.
"So we're not gonna die down here, if we just have to wait, do you have your communicator?"
"Oh, yeah." Why didn't he think of that?
"Perfect! So whoever is online, just message them, and we'll be a-okay, buddy!" Skizz smiles, sitting down on the one and only step he managed to make.
"Okay, Impulse is online, I'll message Impulse," Grian nods, sitting on the floor as he types away. It only takes a few minutes to send the message and set his communicator down, and he's leaning against the wall.
It feels like an eternity of waiting, just about 6 total blocks of room, and Grian's head is sliding from the wall to Skizz's lap.
The sensation of fingers in his hair isn't new, Scar is plenty fidgety while cuddling. And Skizz humming some vaguely recognizable song isn't particularly surprising. It feels almost normal, if only they were somewhere more comfortable.
"You're really pretty from this angle," Skizz mumbles, eyebrows furrowing like he's trying to solve a puzzle.
"What?" Grian stammers, giggling awkwardly as he sits up.
"What?" Skizz asks right back, chuckling, "I would've assumed you get told that a lot,"
"That I'm pretty? No, Skizz, I don't get told that I'm pretty very often," Grian rolls his eyes, laughing.
"Well that's no fair," Skizz pouts, "Better have a talking to Scar about it,"
"Wh- Scar?" Grian blinks.
"Well, cause you two are, y'know..."
"You think Scar are I are...?" Grian laughs, "No, no, Skizz, just mates,"
"Ah, well, that's embarrassing," Skizz grins.
"Eh, I can see where you got it from, with the life series and all," Grian smiles, leaning against Skizz's thigh, a thoughtless motion, just tired of sitting up on his own, missing the warmth.
"Yeah, see," Skizz's fingers re-find their place in Grian's hair, "I'm not as dumb as I look,"
"I never said you weren't dumb,"
"Hey!" Skizz shouts, lightly tugging at Grian's hair.
It was a joke, a funny gag, like elbowing Impulse in the shoulder after he makes an innuendo, like ruffling Scar's hair when he misses a joke.
Grian is silent in the little room, his face hidden away in Skizz's thigh.
"G? Did I hurt ya?" Skizz asks anxiously.
Grian shakes his head.
Skizz glances around awkwardly, absolutely stuck on what to do to fix this.
What his eyes land on is a- well, to be blunt, Grian's erection. And he assumes Grian notices him staring because he pulls his knees to his chest.
"G, I-" Skizz swallows heavily, "It's fine that you- if you... y'know..." there's a long, long silence.
"I could help you if you wanted,"
"Skizz!" Grian blurts, face finally showing, a bright red.
"What?" Skizz can't help but laugh, "We're just two guys in a confined space with no way out-"
A zombie groans, as if just to prove his point.
"And my good buddy here has a predicament that I have the ability to help with!"
"You're horrible," Grian laughs.
"Well? I need a yes or no, G,"
The eye contact is barely a second, but it allows them a moment to realise that it's not a joke. They're laughing, but they both want this.
"Grian,"
"Please, Skizz..."
"Please what, G? What do you want?"
Grian pushes himself onto his knees in front of Skizz's staircase seat, "I wanna suck your dick, Skizz,"
Skizz can't help but stammer a bit at that, face gone red, neck hairs raised.
"You asked! Don't get flustered now," Grian rolls his eyes.
"Sh-Shut up!" Skizz shouts, "Give me a second, dude..."
It takes more than a few seconds for Skizz to shuffle himself out of his jeans and black briefs, but it's a plenty great reward when Grian sees the sheer girth he's been hiding away.
"Quit starin', huh?" Skizz chuckled nervously.
"I need to take a few mental photos for my spank bank, okay, man? This is... woah..."
"Save it with the spank bank," Skizz pressed a finger into Grian's lips and god, that's hot. "You have the real thing right in front of you."
"Yes sir...." Grian doesn't know where the words come from, but it feels right. This man he used to view as someone fun to tease suddenly a king that he only existed to please.
He had no idea where to approach it from. It wasn't Grian's first time, but it was almost threatening at this angle.
Running his tongue along it was almost reassuring, it certainly wasn't too long, at least for Grian's skillset, but the girth made him more than nervous.
"There you go, G, good bird," Skizz pat the back of his head gently, the praise just enough to make his cock twitch and efforts double.
He tries to get his tongue over every part of the cock he can reach, licking stripes up along his length until he got to the head, dipping his tongue into the slit, tasting bitter precum before he glances up at Skizz as he opens his mouth, jaw slack as he wraps his lips around his cockhead.
"Ohh- fuck-" Skizz gripped his hair suddenly, feeling Grian moan around him, "Fuck, that's real sensitive, isn't it? Got you wrapped around my finger with just a little..." he wraps a single lock around his finger, tugging sharply, drinking up Grian's whines.
Every taunting pull of his hair makes Grian push himself further down, trying not to gag, feeling his mind slip away as his cock leaked more and more into his trousers. Please, please, please, please...
"Good boy, taking daddy's cock so well..." Skizz groaned, head thrown back. And oh, well, doesn't that just do something delightful to Grian's mind.
The feeling of a shoe against his crotch is the next sensation he's aware of, and it's almost an automatic movement to hump against it.
"God, so needy, good boy, G, fuck-"
Pulling off Skizz's cock, Grian ignores the empty feeling in his throat, along with the roughness of his voice as he speaks, "Please... I- D-daddy, can you please call it small? M-My dick?"
Skizz's eyes soften, like he's starting at a pathetic little kitten, "Yes, G, I can do that," his voice is so gentle and genuine.
It feels a little silly, but Grian still gasps out a "Thank you" as he returns to his work at Skizz's cock. It's only a moment or two until his feels Skizz's shoe against his cock again, and he's bucking into it again.
"There you go, good boy, get that little cock off on my boots," Skizz purrs. The situation is addicting, and Grian realises that he's getting too close too fast.
Apparently something tells Skizz this though, because Grian realises he's talking to him, "I want you to tap my thigh three times if you're close, okay, G? You and your pathetic little dick aren't coming without my permission,"
Grian nods and does so as soon as he can, whimpering as the pleasure on his cock is removed.
"Don't cry, don't worry, you'll get to come eventually. If you're good,"
Grian nearly forgets there's a cock in his throat. Had it not been there, he would've been wailing, screaming that he can be good! He'll be SO good for daddy!
Sadly, the cock isn't there more than a minute longer, Skizz gently pulling him off by the hair.
"God, what a pretty little mess you are," Skizz kisses his cheek, "All for me,"
"Ple-ease, Skizz, please, more..." Grian whines.
"I need to ask you some questions first, okay? So focus the best you can for me," Skizz says sternly.
"Uh-huh..." Grian nods, blinking through his foggy submissive mind.
"I need you to tell me everything you're into, and everything that's off the table, okay? I've got the hair pulling and the cock shame, I need the rest of it to make this as good as possible,"
Part of him wants to say anything you'll give me. But he knows this is supposed to be a relatively serious moment, so he decides against it.
"I-I like when you praise me, degradation is also good, um... I didn't think I was into the daddy stuff but, fuck, Skizz, you're different,"
"Ah- heh- sorry," Skizz chuckles.
"It's good, it's hot. Um, I like how much bigger you are than me. That you can just hold me down and- mmhn- take me. I guess that also is like, I like being held down or tied up or whatever we've got, heh... And um, if you wanted to edge me, which you've already done once so, I assume that's obvious or something,"
"Sorry that was just sorta default," Skizz shrugs, "Like autopilot."
"With stuff off the table? I don't know, don't cut me, don't burn me. Pain isn't like, off the table, but y'know, be careful,"
"Course," Skizz nods, "Is that everything, G?"
"Um, I guess, um, warning, I sometimes say some... w-weird things? It's a part of being a bird hybrid and you can just ignore it, that's fine, but uh... I... might say some things about, um... breeding?"
"Okay. That's alright. One more question, um... can I fuck you?"
The question has Grian stammering with hot, red cheeks.
"Yes! Yeah, yes, please, Skizz, please, fuck me,"
Skizz slowly glances around, before glancing down and smiling, groaning as he stands up, shuffling to the other side of Grian.
"Bend over for me, G," Skizz smiles, and Grain can't imagine a world where he disobeys.
Skizz pulls his trousers and pants down in one simple movement, and there's a long silence, followed by snickering, giggling, which bursts into loud laughter.
"Wh-what?" Grian's cheeks are on fire, he's worried for a moment. Was this some prank?
"Nothing, nothing, G," Skizz breathes out, high pitched and happy, "You're cock is just..." his voice lowers, suddenly right next to Grian's ear as two fingers wrap around his length, "So tiny..."
Grian squeaks, as if he's not humiliated enough, the noise that escapes him is a pathetic little squeak.
"I-It's... not that small," Grian whispers.
"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that, buddy," Skizz hums, and Grian can just feel the way he's watching at how Grian's cock twitches and leaks in his touch.
"It's n-not!" Grian argues, much whinier than he planned.
"Grian." Skizz's hand is pulled away, and as Grian opens his mouth to argue more, he feels Skizz's shaft right against his own.
"S-Skizz... I-I-..." Grian gasps.
"Can't even feel it a-against mine," Skizz grunts, hips shifting to rub their cocks together, "Do you even have a cock? As far as I can tell you're just a hole,"
Grian feels Skizz's fingers playing at his hole, not entering, but teasing, daring him to push back even a little bit.
"I'm- I-I-" Grian feels tears in his eyes.
"Go ahead, buddy, say it," Skizz dares in that same deceptively kind tone.
"I'm just a hole... I-I'm a hole with a tiny, pathetic little dick," He whimpers, trying not to moan at his own words.
"Good boy~ What a good birdie~!" Skizz praises sweetly.
Skizz shifts, pushing the tip of his cock, just barely, into Grian, watching his knees shake, and head swing back.
There's several seconds of no movement, a long, boring silence.
"Skizz?"
"Beg for it." Skizz says quickly.
"What?"
"Tell me how bad you want my cock. Beg for it, G,"
Grian's heart races, he could just push back, do it himself, that'd be so easy.
But he wouldn't, because he's daddy's good bird. He's gonna be good. He has to be good.
"Please, Ski-"
"Nope!" Skizz interrupts, pulling his hips back so nothing is inside the hybrid.
"Daddy! Please, daddy, fuck me! Fuck my tight little whore hole until I can't think! Make me yours, daddy, please, mark me up, edge me stupid, please, please, please!" He rambles.
"Good boy, good boy-!" Skizz grunts into his words as he pushes his cock into Grian, slowly fucking further and further and further into him.
Grian can't help but let his mouth fall open, drool dripping out like he's already gone stupid as Skizz's cock fill, fill, fills him up to the absolute brim.
"God, that's good... God, you're tight..." Skizz groans, "How are you feeling, baby? Does it hurt?"
"It's good, 's great- fuck- ohmygod-!" Grian gasps, "Please- please fuck me,"
Skizz's thrusts slowly increase, and Grian can't tell if he's just trying to fuck with him or if this is actually what he thinks is reasonable. But it's taking forever and he feels like he's losing it.
"You're dicklet is leaking everywhere, G," Skizz laughs, "Like you were made to get fucked, even that little thing knows,"
"It's not that small-!" Grian tries to argue weakly, "It's fine, it's normal,"
"God, it's fuckin' hot when you argue like that," Skizz chuckles under his breath, like he didn't even realise he was talking.
"M-My dick isn't that small," Grian says again, louder, whining on purpose, "I-It's not-! It's p-uhhn~ perfectly normal..."
"Look at it, Grian, do that for me,"
Grian does, stares down past his chest to stare at his tiny, pathetic, leaking cock as Skizz's massively superior cock reshapes his insides.
"Look at that slutty little thing, birdie- ohh- fuck- It knows it can't pleasure a single thing. It knows you're just a stupid hole,"
"I'm not a stupid hole- 'm not, fuck~" Grian moans loudly, "My dick isn't small, daddy, it can't- can't be, oh fuck~!"
"God, when I'm done with you, you won't even remember you have a dick... j-just a good little hole,"
Skizz groans roughly as he grabs a chunk of Grian's hair, pulling Grian's head straight back and giving Skizz the leverage to fuck him harder. Skizz's other hand finds Grian's cock again, only the pads of two fingers rubbing against him.
"So good~ Oh, such a good birdie! Taking my dick so well- made to take my dick,"
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, I'm so close- Please, let me come, let me come, daddy~"
Skizz hand moves away from his cock, slowing his thrusts to almost a full stop.
"N-noo! No, daddy, please! Please, m-more!" Grian cried loudly, "Need it- need to come!"
"Good birdies don't come without permission," Skizz says, "And honestly, I'm not convinced that thing can come,"
"It can! It's big!" Grian argues Indignantly, "I don't have a tiny bitch cock! I-I- ohh- fuck~!" his eyes roll back as he feels Skizz speed up again, fucking into him unapologetically.
"Your cock is pathetic, Grian," Skizz groans, "And I'm gonna make sure the whole server knows when I breed your whore hole to max capacity,"
Grian's vision whites out completely as he orgasms across the stone staircase, cock spurting pathetically.
When he comes to, he's still being fucked hard and fast, every thrust sending Grian to the moon and back.
"Fuck- fuck- fuck, daddy-! Daddy, it's so much, so f-fucking much," Grian whines.
"You came without permission, Grian, this is your punishment," Skizz grins.
"Daddy- daddy, it's too much, I-I can't!"
"Learn to control your stupid little baby cock next time," Skizz suggests unhelpfully.
"M-My cock isn't- fuck- fuck- ohhh~!" He moans loudly, "My cock- my cock is so fucking pathetic, daddy~! My cock is slutty and tiny and I need superior cocks like yours in my hole in order to come, f-fuck~! Please, please, please, please-"
Grian shifts slightly, burying his face in his arm and accidentally angling Skizz's cock into his prostate.
"Ohh- my god- fuck, fuck, fuck-" Grian whines loudly, "Please, daddy- please, god- ohmygod-"
"Fuck, 'm close..." Skizz groans roughly, "D'ya want me to come in you, baby?"
"Please!" Grian gasps, "Please, daddy, breed me- fill me up, stuff me with your babies, daddy-!"
It's only two more thrusts before Skizz is buried balls deep inside him and Grian feels himself being filled, his own orgasm washing over him a moment later.
When he comes back, he's empty, cum leaking down his legs.
Slowly, he turns to sit on the step, blinking blearily until his eyes land on the new gap in their little pocket of reality, Skizz is standing there.
"Oh yeah, I fucked 'im good," He heard Skizz say.
"Think he's too tired out?" It takes a moment for Grian's mind to register the voice, Impulse. Oh, yay, they're saved.
"Oh, no," Skizz's eyes land on Grian again, his blank, stupid expression as drool coats his chin.
"He's definitely not done yet..."