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Korvo was on all fours beneath one of the ship’s consoles, cursing under his breath. He was so focused on repairing the faulty wiring for the environmental system that he didn’t hear the whoosh of the turbolift, the heavy footsteps across the room, or the giggle Vanbo let out as he smacked Korvo’s ass.
“Augh!” Korvo let go of the wires in his surprise, bumping his head. “God damn it, Vanbo…”
Vanbo clutched at his stomach, unable to contain his laughter. “Your ass has gotten so fat, it's probably still jiggling.”
Korvo felt his face grow hot. “Stop being a dick. I'm busy.”
Vanbo chuckled and lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. “Busy being a dork. Ha!”
The ship elevator whirred, and Terry stepped off, his arms piled so high with various snacks that his face was hidden. Only the edges of his wide grin were visible on either side.
“Heyyy, Korvy. Thought I'd sneak you up some snacks for us to share, before that derf finishes arranging his fingerless gloves.” A packet of Oreos fell to the ground out of Terry's arms.
Vanbo approached the mountain of snacks with legs, swiping chips and cookies out of Terry's arms and taking an extended drag from his cigarette. “What derf?”
Terry's smile dissolved. “Van…bo. Hi.”
Vanbo exhaled, blowing smoke into Terry's face and cackling heartily, which turned into hacking, phlegmy coughs.
Terry rolled his eyes, dumping the remaining snacks to the floor. “Yeugh. Your breath smells like Ice Spice’s diaper.”
“You wish.” Vanbo’s eyes fell to the snacks on the ground as he took another pull from his cigarette. “No wonder Korvo's getting so tubby. You keep feeding him this garbage.” He nudged a bag of Doritos with his shoe disdainfully.
“He just forgets to eat because he's up here for hours avoiding your secondhand smoke.” Terry crossed his arms with a glare.
Korvo tried his best to push aside the rush of affection he felt for Terry's considerate nature, furrowing his brow instead. “Can you both stop talking about me as if I'm not right here?”
Vanbo groaned with irritation. “You're such a whiny little bitch.” He paused, a glint forming in his eye. “...And to think, I came up here to reward you for all your hard work…”
“A reward?!” Terry’s face lit up, then fell. “How come I don’t get anything?” He whined.
“Well…you did bring us all these snacks…” Vanbo stubbed out the butt of his cigarette on the edge of the console and feigned consideration before grinning widely. “…Tell you what. You go run downstairs and make us some lean pork sandwiches, you know the way I like ‘em. When you come back up, you can have your reward.”
“On it!” Terry skipped back to the turbolift, eager to receive his prize.
Vanbo and Korvo stood in silence for a moment, and Korvo noted an odd, serene smile on his teammate’s face. Vanbo stepped forward, bridging the distance between them. “Now, about your reward…”
Korvo sighed and pinched between his eyes, feeling the twinges of an impending headache. Whatever prank or cruel jab Vanbo had in store, Korvo was not in the mood, already frustrated at the interruption and the wasted time. “Vanbo, I really do have a lot of work to–”
A sweaty, tobacco-stained purple thumb brushed against Korvo’s lips, and he opened his eyes in surprise. Vanbo smirked, his hand caressing Korvo’s cheek and his thumb dipping into Korvo’s pliant mouth.
“You’ve been a good boy,” Vanbo murmured.
Korvo heard himself moan, but his head was now buzzing, electric with the sudden shock of Vanbo’s advance and the furious beating of his hearts. He could hear nothing but their breathing, could feel only a distant confusion beneath his lust.
“Robe. Off,” Vanbo commanded, and Korvo obeyed, not breaking eye contact.
Korvo often found himself submitting to Vanbo’s natural authority, despite the roles assigned to them. Vanbo had a way of getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. Something about the way Vanbo asserted himself, his grey-gods-given confidence and brashness, muddied Korvo’s logic and melted him down into nothing more than blue, biddable clay.
“Look at those saggy little titties,” Vanbo snickered, lifting Korvo’s left breast and letting go, watching it flop back down against his chest. Korvo burned inside with a combination of shame and arousal, fearing his body was too disgusting for Vanbo to continue his advances.
Vanbo, fully clothed, eyed Korvo’s nude form hungrily, his hand slipping under his t-shirt and gently probing his flaps. Korvo felt pressure from within his own shmelkhole as he watched Vanbo’s elegant purple-and-white Aquilegia unfurl in his hands.
“Get down.”
Korvo dropped to his knees, his own stellate flower emerging on its own accord. “W-what about Terry…?”
“What about him?” Vanbo leered as his flower sought out Korvo’s warmth, grabbing the back of Korvo’s head with both hands and pulling him closer. The air thickened with Korvo’s scent of cinnamon, sweet and clashing against Vanbo’s strong cumin smell.
Korvo opened his mouth, allowing Vanbo’s elegant petals to run along his tongue. Savory yet acrid, Vanbo’s pistil surprised Korvo with a peppery heat. He ran his tongue along it, then closed his mouth down at the base as he worked back up towards the stigma, sucking Vanbo’s pistil like a straw.
Vanbo sucked in through his teeth, gripping Korvo’s head tighter as he relished the suction. “That’s it. Take it, whore.” His ass clenched as he thrust forward into his mouth, purple-and-white petals splaying obscenely against Korvo’s face.
Korvo moaned as Vanbo’s pistil rutted in and out of his mouth, his hands reaching up to steady himself on Vanbo’s legs.
Vanbo slapped Korvo’s hands away. “Don’t touch me. Just keep sucking, bitch.”
Another moan escaped Korvo, from somewhere deeper inside, somewhere darker, more disgusting and depraved than even Vanbo could sense. Korvo studied Vanbo’s expression, flicking his tongue and working harder, hoping to elicit words of approval from his teammate.
“What the fuck? Korvo?”
Korvo froze in place. Terry stood in the doorway with a plate of sandwiches, his eyes locked on Korvo’s, as Vanbo continued to hump up into his mouth.
“Sup, T-Money? That’s what I’m calling you now, B-T-dubs.” Vanbo glanced over his shoulder and flashed Terry a shit-eating grin.
Korvo’s hearts were beating so fast, he couldn’t tell if he wanted to die of embarrassment, or if he was about to blow shmelk everywhere. His hand twitched, the urge to stroke himself nearly unbearable. The look in Terry’s eyes wounded him on multiple levels - the shame he was experiencing was like nothing he’d ever endured before.
“I was gone for like three seconds.” Terry’s brow furrowed. “You asked me to make sandwiches…” His eyes darted between Korvo and Vanbo.
“Yeah, those are for after.” Vanbo gestured towards the workbench. “Wanna pop ‘em over there? It’s time for your reward.”
Terry shuffled over to the workbench, slowly putting the sandwiches down. Korvo watched him, brimming with fear that he’d leave and things would never be the same between them. An unfamiliar yearning surfaced from within him, almost making him choke. He wanted so badly to look up and have Terry be the one in his mouth. His hearts felt like they were going to explode.
Vanbo slapped Korvo’s face gently, positioning his face forward once more. “Eyes up here.”
At the sound of the slap, Terry whirled around, a sudden fire in his eyes.
“Terry, you want in on this action?” Vanbo stroked Korvo’s cheek softly and chuckled affectionately, slowing his pace. “He’s so easy.”
Terry approached slowly. “Korvo, are you okay with this?”
Korvo nodded eagerly, and the bobbing of his head caused Vanbo to moan.
Vanbo pulled his pistil out of Korvo’s mouth. “Get on all fours. Ass up.” As Korvo complied, he added, “And if you want Terry to join in, you have to say please.”
“Please,” Korvo pleaded, and the desperate rasp in his voice only ashamed and aroused him further. “Terry…I want you.”
Terry hesitated, pulling down his shorts slowly. His shmelkhole was pulsing, his purple flaps open and glistening with shmelk. A sour stench, musty and fermented, like rotten oranges, permeated the air and mingled with the scents of sweet cinnamon and pungent cumin.
“Fine, but I want to be the one he faces.” Terry’s smile made Korvo feel warm inside, and he mirrored it.
Vanbo shrugged. “Whatever. Turn around,” he ordered, giving Korvo a little appreciative smack on the ass as he complied.
Terry and Vanbo both knelt down, Terry in front of Korvo, and Vanbo behind him, eyeing Korvo’s ass hungrily.
“Come on. Beg for it.” Vanbo held his flower by the stem, preventing it from wrapping around Korvo’s leg. Korvo’s own flower strained backwards, aching for Vanbo’s pollination.
Korvo’s eyes were glued to Terry’s. “Please,” he whispered hoarsely. “Fuck me.”
Terry smiled and aligned his unbloomed bud, slick with translucent purple shmelk, against Korvo’s lips. “Here ya go, team leader.”
Korvo accepted Terry’s citrusy bud, licking the tightly closed petals tentatively.
Vanbo relinquished his hold on his stem, allowing his flower to plunge forward, crashing into Korvo’s. The two stems instinctively wrapped around one another, the wet petals draping against one another. Korvo shuddered with pleasure as the flowers began to rub together in rhythm.
Vanbo stuck his tongue between his teeth, grinning as he unsheathed his root from his mound. He jammed it in Korvo’s mound, evicting Korvo’s own root. This sudden motion pushed Korvo forward, his open mouth engulfing all of Terry’s bud.
As Vanbo began to pump back and forth, Korvo closed his mouth and hummed, eliciting a gasp from Terry above him.
Terry grabbed Korvo’s head with both hands, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. “God, Korvo… you’re amazing,” he breathed.
Vanbo snorted. “Yeah. Amazing at sitting back and letting the real men do all the work. Just lay there and take it, slut.” He smacked Korvo’s ass hard, leaving a dark blue handprint.
“Guh,” Korvo heard himself groan, his mouth dripping with Terry’s translucent, bitter and rotten-tasting shmelk.
Korvo lost himself inside Terry’s kind, loving gaze. He focused on the fullness from Vanbo’s root, Korvo’s own root attempting, and failing, to stimulate itself by wrapping around the purple appendage as it thrust relentlessly into him. Terry’s root, wet and throbbing, gently wrapping itself around his neck. The feeling of his damp petals against Vanbo’s, the slippery shmelk transferring between them. The acidic taste of Terry’s shmelk, the warm hands holding him in place, making each of Vanbo’s thrusts sink deeper.
Vanbo slapped Korvo’s ass twice in succession. “Fuck, just like that…” His thrusts came faster, more erratic.
Terry stroked Korvo’s face gently. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured.
Purple shmelk gushed from Korvo’s mound, stamens, and feet simultaneously. He unscrewed his eyes and tried to shake the ringing from his ears, panting with exhaustion. Terry’s bud fell out of his mouth, lingering on his wagging tongue as he caught his breath.
Vanbo howled obnoxiously, slamming his root as deep into Korvo as it could go, groaning as shmelk erupted from his mound and stamens. He pulled out, admiring the shimmering translucent shmelk dripping from Korvo’s gaping mound, before his shrinking root retreated back inside.
If Korvo thought he felt ashamed earlier, his post-shmelk clarity was hitting him like a freight train. He watched Terry’s root slither back up into his mound as he tucked his shmelkhole back inside its flaps, already worrying about this encounter making things weird between them.
As a team, of course – it wouldn’t be very team-leaderly of Korvo to have more than regular teammate affinity for Terry.
“Well.” Korvo stood, brushing off his knees. He was suddenly very aware of his total nudity. “I hope you two had fun getting that out of your system. Because that is never happening again.”
He risked a glance at Terry as he awkwardly grabbed his robe. Terry’s face betrayed nothing, both of his eyes staring in different directions as he nabbed a bag of chips off the floor.
Vanbo cackled. “Yeah, right. You’re so cock-hungry, I bet you can’t make it until dinnertime without begging me to pollinate you again.”
Terry rolled his eyes. “Well, later, dorfs. I’m gonna go down to Cinemark to see if they have any novelty popcorn buckets that I can fill with mac and cheese. Ciao!”
Vanbo hurried over to leave with Terry. “Yeah, smell ya later, tubby!”
Korvo ran to the turbolift and yelled down as they left: “And this stays between us, hear me? If anybody has to hear about this, just tell him it was me on top, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” And then Korvo was alone once more.