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“It should be in the top drawer— It’s, it’s uh. I think it’s in my binder? Not tucked in just- yeah,” the voice trailed off, practically incoherently.
Jongler began sifting through the drawer just as instructed by Battat. The green Pippins wasn’t at the apartment, in contrast to Jongler, who had been locked up there all day. Not my choice— they were forced by Pluey after discovering they felt just a tad bit under the weather.
So, they were grateful for Battat’s sometimes disorganized habits, as it gave them something to do. Battat had left an integral document behind, and it was up to Jongler to relay that information!
“I think dis is it..” they mumbled under their breath as they opened a white binder from the drawer, yanking out stapled together papers written ‘electrical concepts’ at the top of the front page. It was lazily laid atop other papers inside the binder, just as Battat had described. It was warped and bent at the corners, which was expected.
“Jeez, thought you’s working on getting organized,” Jongler attempted to tease, but it clearly wasn’t taken well.
“I can’t when Tenna springs a new random minigame on us! He’s lucky I’ve already been workshopping some reactive lighting ideas..” Battat piped up, his mic clipping a bit and leaving some words obscured. Jongler smiled to themselves, finding his short-temper to be rather cute.
They began reading over the paper, or.. rather not. Battat’s hand writing was horrible, as it was always. It was rushed, letters blurring into one another, extra nonsensical scribbles everywhere throwing them off. They struggled to map out the sequence in which it was to be read, let alone what each word said.
Jongler’s gaze flicked upwards as the display before them changed. Flashes of yellow and red, then finally green as Battat came into frame. Oh thank heavan, Jongler had missed seeing them.
Working around the same two people day in and day out made it easy to become a bit.. obsessive.. — codependent at times. Sure, the trio remained busy, but they still saw each other often when changing shifts, and that was more than enough for Jongler. At the very least, they usually could hear their voices.
But at their apartment alone was a different story. They craved hearing them, touching them, and being away was like a personal hell, despite them being sent home supposedly for their ‘well-being.’
“Jongler?”
A voice suddenly rang out, causing the Zapper to yelp, “Ah, sorry. Guess I’s zoning out on ya, huh?” They apologized quickly, hoping a simple explanation would satisfy the other. And it had.
Battat was now facing the camera fully, though his attention wasn’t entirely on Jongler. He seemed to be finishing with something behind the camera. Jongler almost felt a bit sad that his eyes weren’t locked with theirs.
“Page 3,”
“Whazzat?”
“Go to the third—”
“Oh yeas,” Jongler cut the other off before he even finished repeating himself, soon flipping until they found the designated page. It was just as messy as the first page, with the addition of a few drawings and some steps listed out.
Battat then sighed, taking a step back away from the laptop he had brought with him. He turned to the opposite wall, which had a cart of old dimmer racks, dusty wires coming from each socket. “An upgrade has long been overdue on this old system,” he began, mostly just speaking to himself, “But you know how Tenna is: he’s got a thing for the past.” Battat then paused, laughing a bit as he continued, “I would say it’s nostalgia, but I think he’s just resistant to change.”
Jongler hummed along to Battat, enjoying hearing him ramble about Tenna. This was good, anything to take their mind away from their boredom. They were mostly just grateful it was one of their partners.
Jongler would have turned on their camera as well but… well, they preferred just to watch. They didn’t want to feel the need to act for Battat, to make sure they looked presentable or weren’t doing anything weird. Besides, they wanted to stare and not make it awkward. They really loved watching Battat.
Battat began unplugging lots of random wires and doozits that Jongler hadn’t an ounce of an idea as to how they worked. Ironic, really. Jongler should have been the one to handle electric tasks, but Battat was always more detail-oriented. He thrived in electric work. Jongler.. well, they usually handled putting sets together and hanging heavy fixtures. They were the designated ‘muscles’ of the group, after all.
Occasionally, they also had to play interior decorator for Tenna, the CRT fawning over any minute decorative advice they’d give (if they gave any at all). Their duties were limited, mostly via Battat. They weren’t sure whether Battat just didn’t trust them fully (maybe they were incompetent, they wondered) or if Jongler genuinely wasn’t capable. Though, they mostly assumed Battat was just stubborn and wanted to do everything himself.
So, they just assumed this was a task Battat took upon himself. Though, they supposed it wasn’t without reason, because Battat was working expertly, as if he knew perfectly what to do. He scampered off Jongler’s screen for just a few moments before coming back with a drill, which happened to be unusual for the Pippins.
Jongler was greatly confused by that, as they had never seen Battat use such a tool, “Didn’t know you’s a fan of electric tools,” it was more of a question than a statement. They were questioning Battat indirectly as to why he was using it.
The die shrugged, barely visible from the way the camera was set up, “I’m a bit on edge. Wanna get this done as quick as possible.”
“Quick?” They repeated back.
Battat was already hunched over the DMX system, using the drill to unscrew the dimmer racks, “Yeah. Tenna asked Mike to take care-a this. And uhhh… ain’t really in the mood to be in that stuffy suit.” The mechanical whirling filled the room as he worked, “I can always just find an excuse if Tenna finds me, but I’d rather cut down on the chances by bein’ quick.”
Jongler still was a bit confused. If that was the case, why would Battat risk drawing attention by being on a web call with them, “But you’s fine talking with me?” They questioned.
Battat seemingly tensed for a moment, as his work halted, “W-Well.. you’re a different case,” he muttered, embarrassed to admit that. Jongler felt their face heat up. That was good, right? Surely that was good.
Battat eventually ended up pulling off the panel, tossing it aside for later. Luckily, Jongler and a few other Zappers had managed the hard work of actually putting in the new lights, and even hooked up the wires to go back to the electrical room, trailing all the way to the box Battat currently worked. All he had to do was properly organize the universe, sort in groups of 5 for each channel. Each light fixture had five bulbs, and each fixture went to one channel. Battat took pride in sorting this, and Jongler was half-sure the Pippins wished people worked as uniformly as wires did.
They didn’t blame him, in all honesty. People were complicated. Having one role made everything much easier, though, they also understood it was monotonous.
Battat hummed to himself as he continued working, probably the TV Time jingle or something, Jongler didn’t notice. They only focused on the sound, the way his voice carried each note. Oh, how they wished they were there with him.
Battat suddenly chirped up again, once again rambling about something unimportant, “Tenna bought the new parts himself, so I’ve heard. That new idea of his must be pretty exciting. Wonder what he has planned.” Jongler didn’t care if what he said technically didn’t matter, they got stuck on every word.
The word ‘plan’ rung in their head a few times. Plan… plan. Wait, the plans!! The paper!! The notes!! Jonger suddenly felt themself snap up to attention, gaze trailing down to the papers before him, “Boss! You’s uh… oh-“ a realization set in that Battat had been managing this whole time— without the need of the instructions, “You’s doing it without instructions.”
Battat never stopped working, he didn’t even give a glance back at the camera, “Yeah?”
Jongler pushed their gaze back to the screen, taking in the sight of Battat still working away diligently. They hesitated, “..Whats da point in calling me? Of-.. of putting da camera on?” Their voice was slightly shaky, more than they figured Battat would be comfortable with.
Battat only now stopped working, his shoulders drooping a bit. There was a long, drawn out silence, longer than Jongler could stomach. But finally he spoke, “..just ‘cuz.” His voice was quiet, obviously showing that it wasn’t the full answer.
“Darlin’?”
Battat suddenly became erratic, letting out a shaky groan as he pushed his hands into the sides of his head. “UGH! Cuz I miss you okay- THERE!”
Jongler felt their face warm at such an admission. They knew Battat cared, but this much? Just over missing a day? They didn’t even get the chance to speak before Battat was again, “Pluey had already sent you away before I got to properly say goodbye-.. and, and you know how I am with schedules- and.. and things going according to plan!”
This was true. Jongler did know this. However, they were not convinced that was the reason why they were calling. If he really wanted to stick to schedule, he wouldn’t be talking while working. Their gaze narrowed, not that Battat would see anyway, “Dats not the truth.”
Battat stood stationary for a while, clearly taken aback by having his bluff called. “Shit, you ain’t going to drop this, huh?” He questioned, barely loud enough for the mic to pick up.
“Maybe not. But I’d like if you’s honest with me” Jongler spoke directly, voice level.
The Pippins dropped his tools, turning away from his work and walking over to the screen. He sat down on his knees before the chair, folding his arms over the seat. Jongler felt their chest warm upon watching Battat again. Gosh, he really was so pretty.
Battat still didn’t speak yet, his head turned left, then right, likely to scan the surroundings for any passerby that may hear, “Okay..” he sighed out, looking back to the screen. But it didn’t last long, as his gaze soon fell to his lap, “It’s.. embarrassing, okay?” He started, just delaying, “I-.. I uhm,” he swallowed hard.
“What?”
“SHUT UP!”
There was a brief silence as Battat worked his courage back up, with him biting his lip momentarily, “I’ve been real.. pent up recently,” he finally conceded, though tried to keep it vague.
Jongler felt warmth pool in their stomach from such an admission. Battat was usually private, especially over lewd topics. They were more than grateful that the Pippins chose to tell them, rather than keeping it hidden as they often would.
“And?”
Battat frowned, “What do you mean, ‘and’?” He spat back, though he wasn’t genuinely angry, it was just him being flustered.
Jongler didn’t know what Battat wanted them to do with that information. If anything, it made them even more frustrated that they were stuck in their apartment, “So why’s you calling me?” They questioned, genuine.
Battat shrugged softly, “I don’t know.. I thought it’d help?” He gave a shaky laugh, almost delirious, “But it ain’t… I think it made it worse, if anything.”
“Pluey couldn’t help you out?”
Battat’s face flashed green and he shook his head, “I’m not telling him that! Not after… ugh.” He groaned softly. Jongler barely managed to squeak out a ‘what’ before Battat spoke again, “He was.. handsy with me, more than he’s been in a while.” He reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck, letting the warmth seep into his fingers, “It made how I feel way worse.”
Jongler could almost laugh at the description. Really? How dramatic. But, they supposed they wouldn’t want Battat any other way; they enjoyed how easily flustered and annoyed he could get. His emotions were easy to read, even if he wouldn’t go through the trouble of explaining himself most of the time.
They hummed out slightly, “So… what’s da game plan?” They asked.
Jongler almost assumed Battat hadn’t heard them, as the die started to rise from the floor. He turned away as if nothing happened, going back to the cart he was working at. Just as Jongler was about to speak again, Battat cut through the silence, “Well, I still have to finish reworking this DMX system.” He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Jongler gave a snort, shaking their head disapprovingly. They watched for a few minutes as Battat went back to work, his hands sorting through wires and tying them off in small groups. Eventually, Battat finished sorting the wires behind that rack, and he bent down to get the drill.
Jongler felt the flicker of an idea enter their mind— a devilish plan to fluster Battat. They forced their voice low, seductive and sultry, “Nice ass, boss.”
They could see the way the other tensed through the screen, “Shut up.” Battat soon spat. His words sounded hostile, but there was no mistaking the fondness in his voice. He went right back to working, though Jongler could swear he was distracted the full way through.
;;
It took another half hour, but Battat finally managed to put the new multiplexer in, and even hooked up the wires into the DMX outputs (though, he left the task of labeling to some other unfortunate sucker).
Jongler had never taken their gaze off of Battat, not once. He was just too handsome, working all diligently like that! Part of them really wished Battat was touching all over them instead, tracing his fingers against their buttons rather than just against some stupid wires. They shuddered at the thought.
Before long, Battat was closing the panel and turning back to the laptop. He gave an elongated sigh, letting the tension in his arms and back dissipate. He bent over to grab the laptop, lifting it into his hold. He purposely kept his gaze away, too nervous to look at the camera directly. It’s not like it mattered, he couldn’t see Jongler’s reaction, but it was the principle of things
“I’m going back to Mike’s room..” he tried to keep his voice level, but the nerves that seeped into his words were evident.
The long walk back to the office was agonizingly slow for Jongler. They wondered if Battat would just end the call when he got inside, or would he do the honor of indulging Jongler? They supposed it didn’t matter at the end of the day. If Battat hung up, it was likely for good reason. He was a busy man, after all.
Thank heaven that reason never came though. Battat punched in the code to the door and pushed inside, soon maneuvering to the little makeshift bedroom on one side. He seemed antsy, as if he’d been anticipating something since he left backstage, but Jongler just assumed he had another theory running through his mind.
He threw the laptop lazily onto the ‘just-in-case’ bed, working strangely quick to rip off his poncho. He nervously maneuvered around the bed to meet the laptop again, barely having enough room to squeeze past the mattress. He soon flopped down on the mattress, sinking into the cheap cushion as he rolled onto his side.
“So, how’s you planning on spending ya time?” Jongler suddenly asked, getting uncomfortable from the prolonged silent. They were met with a half shrug and a gentle whine as they watched Battat begin to shift on the bed.
The Pippins clawed up to his collar, loosening his tie and tossing it off, “Well, I have a ‘Mike-Meeting’ in two hours with Tenna. And Pluey gets off in…” he straightened out his arm in the air, then brought his wrist before his face, checking the time, “..ten-ish minutes.”
“Still not a plan, boss,”
Battat let out a gentle groan. And Jongler noticed that, once again, the Pippins’ hips shifted. He muttered under his breath, then raised his voice, “Do you got a plan or sum’n?” His tone was slightly sharp, though Jongler knew better to assume that it was him being rude.
Jongler hummed in thought, “You’s pent up, right?” To them, it was a harmless suggestion. They weren’t saying they had to do it, nor did they say it had to be on call. But they could tell that’s how Battat took it, as his eyes widened and his cheeks burned a bright green.
Battat seemed to fight with his own thoughts for a moment, until he slowly began to reply, “I can… on call, if you want..?” The die nervously began to play with his hands, still racking his mind to decide whether he’d go through with it. Then, he finally began to shift on the bed, sitting back near the headboard of the bed and sliding the laptop forward until it was before him.
Battat felt the anxiety begin to rise within him as he stared at the video of himself in the bottom corner, reflecting back his unsure expression. He was only snapped out of his mini-trace as Jongler spoke up, “Hey, I’m not trying to force ya. Just hang up if you’s uncomfortable, darling.”
Battat, seemingly frustrated by this, let out a huff and rushed to hastily unbutton his under shirt. He started at the collar, practically ripping off the buttons as he murmured some curses under his breath.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Battat snapped his head up at the question, looking dumbfounded. He blinked in surprise, feeling shame rise up, “No- no. Sorry, babe, I just… just trying to get over my dumb nerves is all.” Battat knew Jongler would try to convince him he didn’t have to do this yet again, so he spoke, “And, yes, I do wish to. It’s just novel, is all.”
Jongler always noticed the other’s anxious patterns, notably how Battat used more eloquent speech when attempting to recover from embarrassment. And that was evident as ever at the moment. Battat was trying desperately to regain his composure, though it wouldn’t last for long.
Jongler didn’t want to speak, in fear of maybe persuading Battat away from the idea he settled on. They could only watch in amusement as Battat shifted slightly more on the bed, turning his gaze away as his fingers traced down to his pants. Much like his shirt buttons, the button to his slacks were practically ripped off. However, he seemed to take more care when it came to the zipper, and Jongler wasn’t sure if it was to tease them, or because he was shy. Perhaps both.
But eventually, Battat worked to tug the waist of the slacks down to his knees, awkwardly shimmying them down to his ankles and kicking them off. If Jongler had a mouth, they’d for sure be drooling by now. They felt their lower stomach light up with warmth from the provocative scene, and they practically leaned forward in the desk chair, as if completely captivated.
Battat let out a shaky breath, now just left in panties and an undone button-up. His mind was already practically mush from all the build up—the daydreaming done backstage and the teasing from Jongler. All he wanted was to be filled, to be completely fucked out of his mind. But, the distance between them made it impossible.
…so he’d settle for the next best thing.
Battat’s legs splayed open before the camera, bending at the knees as he forced his weight mostly to one side of his body. He placed his hand at his knee, allowing it to glide down his thigh. He squeezed at the skin, almost tauntingly for Jongler, and damn were they eating it up.
His hand began to creep down, fingers dragging across the clothed folds of his cunt. The warmth that radiated off was almost intoxicating, and he could feel the slick that had built up, seeping onto his fingers.
He then toyed with the edge of his underwear, wedging his fingers under the fabric that sat in the crease of his thigh and pubic bone. He pulled it to the side, though much was not visible to the camera. And with his pinkie finger, he began lighting grazing over his own clit.
It was just enough to get him going, enough to make him shudder. It was a small taste of heaven, with him testing the waters to make sure he could do this for Jongler— for himself.
He slid his hand away, and Jongler almost let out a disappointed sigh had it not feel for Battat suddenly shifting again. He hooked both thumbs under his underwear, lifting his hips as he suddenly yanked them down.
The cold air nipped against his skin, and the embarrassment weighed against him like cement. This was his partner for heaven’s sake! Why did he feel so embarrassed.
He hesitated to properly begin, practically being stuck in place from his own anxiety. Just as his hand raised, Jongler’s voice erupted from the laptop speakers,
“I dunno why you’s so nervous, Batts. You’s pretty cute in my opinion.” There was a breathy laugh that escaped them, clearly finding amusement in what they were watching, “I’s just wantin’ to watch, darling. But, you feelin’ good is top priority.”
Their tone was warm, comforting for Battat to hear, and he nodded, “I feel good.” It was an honest reply, well, would be once he actually started touching himself properly.
They shifted to get comfortable once more, letting out a long sigh to hopefully dissipate his worries. It only helped slightly, but he pressed on. He forced his hand down to his cunt, fingers immediately working between his lips. He didn’t even have the patience to tease himself for any longer, he just needed to cum badly.
So without further delay, he slipped his ring and middle finger into his entrance, groaning at the sensation. He dragged his fingers out slowly, letting out a small whine.
He only waited a mere heartbeat before starting to pump his fingers in and out. It took a few seconds for him to get into proper rhythm, but once he did, his eyes flicked back to the computer screen, his only solace being the image of himself staring back. He muttered under his breath, something unintelligible.
“Want my camera on too?”
Battat grunted, “N-No.. it’s distracting.” Yeah, as if him replying wasn’t.
wait. he could ask Jongler to— “Pl..please,” he huffed as he curled his fingers inside of himself, “Keep talking,” he demanded sharply.
Jongler found themselves dumbfounded at this. Talk, huh..? He had to think about what to say, was it supposed to be dirty? He wasn’t even sure if Battat was a fan of that, much less things like degradation or excessive praise. He took a shaky breath, deciding just to be honest,
“You’s really gorgeous, darling.”
Battat immediately let out a scoff, “Fuck! Y-Ya ain’t gotta pull praise out of your ass, y’know!?” He forced his words out, the doubt tumbling out shamefully. Despite not exactly accepting it, there was still a lovely twist in his lower stomach.
Jongler frowned a bit at how their words were denied, “I means it. Watching you work.. watching you..” their words trailed off, not wanting to call out the masturbation, “it’s really nice. I enjoy this a lot. You’s really cute, boss.”
Battat let out a shaky breath, hand working faster. Clearly their words had landed this time, taking a firmer hold. Really, Battat just needed a distraction, but he was also fine accepting praise in the meantime, “Shit.. Jon—“ his fingers curled upwards yet again, forcing a loud whine from his body.
He was now rutting into his hand as well, ball of his palm occasionally smacking against his clit and sending waves of pleasure through his body.
“Seriously; you’s a spectacle. Too bad you’s all mine and no one else can see you like dis.”
Jongler was honestly just speaking their mind. They weren’t being disingenuous. They’d watch Battat all day long if they could, even just the ordinary stuff. They would worship Battat if he’d like them (which he wouldn’t. Any time they stared too long, they were reprimanded).
Somehow, everything they said worked wonders. They heard the small gasps Battat would make and noticed the stutter while his hips rolled. Everything the Pippins did was gorgeous, “Such a good boy~” their voice was low, almost a growl as they spoke.
Battat let out a high pitched moan and began practically panting like a dog, fingers working tirelessly to bring himself towards climax. A series of loud whines trailed from him as he pumped faster and faster until—
Suddenly, the door to the bedroom pushed open, and there stood a familiar Shadowguy.
“ Σ（・□・；） “
His face contorted into shock for a moment as he worked quickly to process the scene before him. Blush quickly began to spread across his cheeks before he let out a musical trill in amusement.
Battat’s face scrunched up at the sounds that came from Pluey, his fingers jerking out on pure instinct. God, this was embarrassing— it was humiliating!! But the feeling of adrenaline that shot through his body from being walked in on also sent waves of arousal. “Get over here, ya idiot..” he forced his words out behind gritted teeth.
Pluey was quick to oblige, an excited hum leaving his lips as he crawled onto the bed in an almost feral manner. He tried not to stare between Battat’s legs too hard, but it was insanely difficult. Luckily, the screen before the both of them had his cunt on full display, perfect for his watching. Confusion arose, yet, it was practically smothered by a warmth that spread through his entire body, pooling at his crotch.
The Shadowguy’s brows furrowed, and he tilted his head in the direction of the laptop, clearly confused by why it was there.
“ ( ô ‸ ō )....????? “
Battat took a shaky breath, willing himself to talk despite the embarrassment that coursed through his veins, “Jongler’s on the other end I..- It’s just been a long day and I-they were okay with me—“ his stammering was put to an end by a pair of lips crashing over his own.
Battat didn’t know why he felt so nervous, why he felt the need to explain away what he was doing to his own boyfriend. But what he did know, is that Pluey’s mouth felt perfect on his, and he wanted more. He needed more. His hands came forward to grab Pluey’s suit, pulling him deeper into the his. His tongue prodded against the Shadowguy’s lips, begging to be let in. And the other obliged.
Desperation was hot on his lips, and he adjusted to practically crawl into Pluey’s lap. Battat felt like he’d die right there if he couldn’t have him; and he would. He was already soaking wet.
Battat’s claws worked to the back of the suit, with Pluey still being dressed in the body part of his Mike costume. The fleece made him damn near overheat, and he needed to strip it from the other. He tugged down the back zipper, practically ripping the fabric from the Shadowguy’s body.
Soon revealed with him in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Fuck, he was such a tease!
Pluey must have noticed his pouting, as he let out a few notes of excitement. Then, the dark hands began working to remove Battat’s shirt, sliding the material down his arms and throwing it off the bed.
If Battat hadn’t known any better, he’d assume he was to be Pluey’s last meal the way he was drinking up the scene before him. As embarrassing as it was, he loved the attention upon him. It was… nice. It felt tender, strangely, despite the circumstances. It was a wonder how he ever lived without them in his life.
His shaky hands make their way back to Pluey’s shorts, washing little time to take hold of the fabric in his claws. If he wasn’t so needy, he’d take his time for sure. But he was damn certain he was going to burst any moment, so he made a conscious effort to purposely strip both his boxers and his shorts at the same time.
He didn’t even look down as the Shadowguy’s cock sprang free, he kept their faces close, gaze locked on the other as his hand worked around the length. His fingers wrapped around, immediately stroking at a quick pace.
Pluey let out a sharp musical note, somewhere between a yelp and a whimper. He tried to lean away, but opted to swatting Battat’s hand away, to which the Pippins became apologetic.
“I’m sorry.. sorry. I’m rushing- I.. oh please, Pluey. Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-“
Pluey shook his head, perhaps holding back something like a snicker. But before Battat could pitifully beg anymore, Pluey shoved a thumb into his mouth, yanking him down by his jaw.
Battat immediately fell into his place, his body crumbled down, face lowered as he sat on his knees before Pluey. He felt a rush of arousal race through his body, the feeling of being commanded, being owned, lighting him up with passion.
Pluey then ran his wet thumb over Battat’s lip, pulling away once he looked properly submissive. Battat hadn’t moved since he was puppetted around, drooling leaking from his mouth as though he were hungry. And a feast sat before him.
Pluey sat straight up, knees pressing into the mattress below him. He didn’t utter a word (or, rather a musical note), he only stared at Battat expectantly. When the Pippins didn’t get the hint, he eventually took his own cock into his hold, cocking his head to the side as if confused why his own hand was on it and not some body part of Battat’s.
Battat felt his face flush worse, and he felt a shudder go through his body. But he would oblige. He nodded once, face damn near striking the bed from how low he lay. He was comparable to a guilty dog, head lowered as the expectation fell upon his shoulder.
He braced his body with his hands, leaned up until his mouth was just an inch away from his cock. He could barely make out the pre that glistened at his tip, but it wasn’t enough. His mouth fell open, and slowly, he took Pluey’s length into his mouth.
His gaze flicked up, and Pluey stared down at him with a warm expression, a sweet smile on his face despite the lewd circumstances. Fuck!! Why was Pluey always so lovey-dovey? He squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to suppress the way his stomach squeezed so beautifully.
He only took about half, focusing mostly on stimulating Pluey’s weeping tip. He closed his eyes as he fell into a rhythm. He began taking a bit more, each time he pulled back he left love licks and kisses at his tip. Just as he was taking in the length again, a hand came to the back of his head. He smiled at the feeling, his own hands clawing up Pluey’s thighs and onto his lower hips for support.
Without warning, Pluey’s hand pressed hard into the back of his head, guiding him forward deep into his cock. His eyes shot wide as the back of his throat was hit, a jolt of panic surging through his veins. He frantically pulled away from Pluey as his mouth slid off, and he gagged hard, body doubling over for a moment as he allowed the cramp to settle. He panted hard, back of his hand wiping the saliva off of his lips. He grumbled softly, “Y-You know my gag-reflex is bad..” he gasped.
Pluey gave a nonchalant shrug, probably on account of the fact he enjoyed it, so it didn’t matter that Battat damn near vomited everywhere.
Pluey must have been satisfied with the work done, or at least was growing impatient himself, as his hands suddenly grabbed around Battat’s waist, man-handling and snapping him into place like a doll. He turned the die over on his side, grabbing his leg and throwing it over his shoulder.
Battat grew dizzy from how quickly he was jostled around, hands already gripping into the sheets to ground himself. He wasn’t even sure where he was anymore, all he knew was that his legs were wide open, and the cold air felt like torture against the warmth between his legs.
Pluey adjusted the pair, occasionally glancing up at reflected image of them, a courtesy for Jongler to make sure they were still in frame. Jongler took notice of this, a shaky chuckle escaping them, “Thanks, Plue. You’s doing the work for me, good boy~” he praised, and Pluey made a lovely noise in response.
Jongler found this all electrifying to witness. Sometimes it was hard for them to participate the way Battat and Pluey could (given they lacked a mouth), but they made it work where they could. But since they were currently stationed at home? They had nothing.
Nothing except their own tendril and the sounds of Pluey’s and Battat’s moans mixing together in their mind. But having a webcam was different. And thank heaven for it!
Battat felt pitiful being yanked and shoved into position, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. His body was on its side, facing the laptop. And Pluey was straddled over one leg, other raised up to expose Battat’s throbbing cunt. His cock stood at attention between his thighs, begging to breach the entrance.
Battat let out a low groan, getting annoyed by the stalling, “Fuck, Pluey if you don’t ju—USs— FUUuCk~” he whined out loudly as the Shadowguy suddenly shoved himself in. His back arched sharply as his eyes screwed shut, his body soon shuddering as Pluey almost immediately began dragging himself out.
Battat gripped at the bed sheets as he was roughly slammed into yet again, Pluey giving some musical equivalent of a sinister laugh from his own behavior.
Pluey took a lot of his pleasure in teasing Battat, which could sometimes include being a bit sadistic at times. So him playing with Battat’s sense of safety and being arbitrarily aggressive wasn’t too out of character.
Battat whimpered quietly, eyes slowly opening from the current lack of movement. Pluey stayed buried inside, showing no desire to thrust at the moment. A smirk played at his lips, showing Battat that he was obviously doing this on purpose.
“You’re.. fucking cruel.”
Pluey just kept his same smile, staring down at the disheveled die before moving his face. He turned his head towards Battat’s calf, licking a generous strip of saliva across his skin. In response, Battat began shifting, and to keep him from squirming away, Pluey gripped around Battat’s waist, possessive hand digging into his flesh. Fuck, this was so hot!
“I’m sorry- please, just.. please, please fuck me..”
Pluey seemed quite satisfied by this. It was rare to get Battat to a state where he was begging, especially without being prompted to do so. Though, he guessed this was a pretty horrible amount of teasing. So, he nodded sharply, soon finding himself pulling out and thrusting into the Pippins below him.
Battat had a smile spread across his lips, and his eyes shut again, letting himself fall into the rhythm of Pluey’s thrusts. He already felt like he was losing himself. He was quickly forgetting everything: where he was, what position he was in, if he was making the right expressions. But he was suddenly snapped back to reality upon hearing a sudden grunt, followed by heavy breathing.
His eyes came back open, as he looked to the laptop, once again seeing just the reflection of him and Pluey. But it was no mistaking what he was hearing— Jongler was definitely masturbating on the other end.
“ (^з^)-☆ “
Pluey sounded almost proud of the fact that they had gotten Jongler worked up to the point they were stroking themselves.
“You’s both doin so good.. mmmfhh..” Jongler whined out, slick sounds tumbling from the speaker as well as their moans, “Keep fucking the Boss for me, ‘kay Plues?… g-gots’ta show him how much he means to us.. haahhh..”
Battat felt himself run wild with these words. They were so vulgar, yet felt so sweet to him. His stomach twisted delightfully, but the feeling of butterflies was soon swatted away as Pluey began thrusting harder into him. Battat cried out loud as Pluey slammed himself deeper into him. He swore if he looked down, there’d be a huge bulge from how deep he was.
Battat could handle all this though. He got used to the pace again, huffing with each time he was filled up. But a sudden sensation forced his back to arch, and for a loud yelp to escape from him. Pluey had moved a thumb to his clit, and was rubbing circles into the delicate bundle of nerves.
Battat cursed himself for reacting how he did, but Jongler soon cleared up that doubt, “Such a good boy~ You’s making suchhhh delicious sounds. Fuck, I wish I was there.. you’d make a perfect cock-sleeve.”
WHAT.
Battat had never, NEVER heard Jongler utter such provocative words. They weren’t even that bad, but they were extremely out of character for Jongler.
And they just kept coming.
“I can’t wait to see you’s again.. y..you’s gonna be crying and begging for me.“ They broke their words with a whimper, but soon continued, “And— I’d give’s ya what you want.. ‘cuz you’s such a good boy.”
Battat felt his self control rapidly leaving his body. The way he was fucked into, the way he was stroked and the words Jongler spoke— fuck… the way they moaned.
“Plleaassee..” Battat begged, not even certain what for. That seemed to egg both Pluey and Jongler on, as it caused a change in pace as well as more frequent moans go ring out.
“Can I ppplee-ease cum… please Jon, I wan… nna cum.” His words were obscured by soft hiccups as tears began to prick at his eyes. His mouth fell open as drool began to drip and run pitifully from his lips.
“Can’t you hold out, baby.. just a minute longer.”
Battat frantically shook his head, sputtering out a mess of words trying to defend himself, some sort of desperate apology for how he was about to cum all over himself.
Then suddenly, Pluey pulled himself out of Battat, leaving the die quivering as only his tip remain in contact with his cunt.
Battat felt his body lurch at the loss of stimuli. His body shuttered and a cry got caught in his throat. His walls clenched around nothing and he soon was filled with dread, the realization setting in that he was being punished, “NO PLEASE- PLEASE. I WON’T CUM-“ he practically yelled, voice cracking, “Please-“ his voice shook badly.
Jongler laughed a small bit, “Yea, now you won’t. We’s not lettin you.” And Pluey agreed with a small playful trill of music.
Battat felt himself die right there. Fuck he just needed to cum, that’s all he needed. “Guys, please.. fucking— I need this PLEASE.” he was getting desperate now.
There was a lengthy silence before eventually Jongler spoke again, “We’ll let you. But first, you gotta promise us something.”
Good! He could do this!! Bargaining.
“Yes! Please. Anything.. I’ll do anything.”
Pluey seemed to be curious himself, head tilting to the side. He was not let in on this little plan of Jongler’s, and he was keen on knowing just what they’d make Battat promise.
“You’s gotta let Pluey take care’a you after dis.”
“WHAT??? THATS ALL???? easy! Done!!” Battat immediately chimed up, going right back to desperately trying to convince them to let him cum. But Jongler intercepted, “—and! You’s gotta let Plues take over your shift.”
“ ∑(ﾟДﾟ) “ Pluey seemed to be thrown off by this, clearly not thrilled to be thrown into this. But his dispute was ultimately ignored.
Okay- okay. THAT request wasn’t as doable for Battat, “But- Tenna’s gonna be thrown off-schedule! He’s gonna realize Pluey’s workin a double and get supi—“
Pluey suddenly pushed himself back into Battat, using the reminder of such beautiful stimuli to elicit an agreement. He stalled about halfway inside, and Battat squirmed around him. The Shadowguy could compromise a shift just for this…
Battat then nodded, “Y-Yes… okay. Mm’sorry— I’ll.. I promise.” He whined out, voice barely above a whisper.
Pluey waited for the word from Jongler, head turned towards the camera to get affirmation. And finally Jongler spoke, “Dat’s more like it..” their voice sounded gravely and strained, as if they were holding back some moans and whines. Damn, they were still masturbating the full way through commanding Battat around, “Don’t you’s think he deserves a reward for good behavior, Plues? Go ahead…”
Battat braced himself, his body slightly tensing as he felt Pluey’s grip tighten around his waist. Soon, his head was being thrown back from pure ecstasy as Pluey pulled out and slammed in roughly. He swore he saw stars for a moment, and he knew by the end of this he’d have a horrible bruised and sensitive cervix.
He cried out loud, tears soon forming in his eyes from the way his peak begin to rise again. He let out a string of loud gasps and cries, soft begging obscured by his sobs, “Plea-… sse, Pplease. I- ‘m sorry ple-ase.”
Pluey allowed his thumbs to rub soft circles into Battat’s skin, soothing him as he let out his own whimpers and huffs. He adjusted his hips, soon going rougher and faster, and Battat soon unraveled into a mess, drooling all over the blankets, “R-Right there! Plea- AHH!!” Once again, Pluey began stroking his clit, soon halting his words. His body began to shake and quiver, still desperately trying to hold on. He didn’t wanna loose it, not yet.
Jongler grunted into the mic, slick sounds growing louder, “Fuck.. that’s good.. you’s both so good, mmmfuck.” They whimpered. They clearly were close to edge as well.
Pluey let out a small music note, digging his thumb with more purpose into Battat’s flesh. The die looked up at Pluey, worry in his eyes, “Are… y’sure.? I- .. I don’t wanna-“ his voice was slightly obscured by his panting. A deeper touch to his clit forced his stomach to twist delightfully, and he halted his speech all together. And that was the only further convincing he needed that he was allowed to cum.
Battat had held on so long that now it felt weird to allow himself to release. He whimpered pitifully, covering his face with his arm, “C-Can’t..” he denied. But soon Jongler spoke up again, “Come on, darling.. you deserves ta let go.. yourrr… fuck, j-just.. please, let me hear you..”
Battat squinted his eyes, weirdly having to focus to let himself release. He focused on the sensation and the pleasure rising in him, his jaw falling open as he allowed gasps to fall out of his mouth, “fuck… yess.. yes. So close…”
Pluey purposely didn’t change pace, trying to keep things the same as Battat worked closer to edge. He knew it was just his nerves working against him, and he’d be patient. Even if he was incredibly close to cumming himself…
Battat sooner reached down, pushing Pluey’s hand out of the way as he began circling his fingers around his own clit. Control, that’s all he needed to feel comfortable right now. As he rubbed, he felt thighs begin to shudder. And his whines became louder. And suddenly, a delightful tightening in his abdomen, followed by his back arching slightly.
His cunt clenched around Pluey’s length as he reached his high, the world around him feeling as though it stopped for a mere moment. He stifled a noise, it getting caught in his throat painfully before he allowed it to trail into a sigh. Then soon, everything crashed down on him. His body went limp and still, minus the way Pluey still thrusted into him, though not as rough.
The Shadowguy didn’t take long to spill his seed into Battat, allowing his hips to stop flush against the other’s. Battat was barely even sentient enough to realize that he was finished. The only thing he noticed was the lack of warmth as Pluey gently laid Battat down flat against the bed and he got up.
Battat whined softly, but ultimately gave up as he watched Pluey exit the room. Exhaustion ate at his bones, partially from the long work day, but especially after this. He curled up and threw an arm over his head, blocking out some of the light as he allowed himself to drift off. Though, it didn’t last long, as soon he was nudged.
He blinked his eyes open, begrudgingly sitting up upon seeing Pluey beside him with a glass of water. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed, taking the cup and almost instantly downing the whole thing. His eyes closed lazily, body swaying from how he was about to fall asleep.
Next thing he knew, a pair of hands were around his waist pulling him further to the edge of the bed. And as he opened his eyes yet again, he was pet with Pluey’s face between his legs. A devilish smirk played at his lips for a moment, but was soon hidden as he dived in.
The Shadowguy’s hands drifted to the inside of Battat’s legs, forcing them open for easier access. He began lapping at his crotch, delicately cleaning up the mess they had made. His hands gently squeezed at Battat’s thighs, holding him in place. They didn’t spend too long there, but if they had, Battat surely wouldn’t care; he seemed to be enjoying it.
Within just a minute or two, Pluey was back on his feet, scooping up Battat just long enough to peel back the covers of the bed and tuck him under. He covered him with another blanket, figuring he’d be much colder while naked. And finally, he placed a small kiss on his forehead, a chirp escaping his lips as he did so.
Battat felt warm from all the care he received. He didn’t know how he managed to score the best partners in the world, he was forever grateful for them.
Pluey only stepped away momentarily to turn off the lights, then he picked up the laptop and placed it on the bed, slotted right where Jongler would normally sleep, though far enough away it couldn’t be crushed.
Battat was hardly awake at this point, but he made the effort to talk, “Jon.. are you..” he mumbled off, far too tired and embarrassed to finish his sentence.
Jongler had to stifle a laugh, they really did find Battat so cute, “Yup. I’m all good. You’s just rest up, sweetheart. I love you.”
Battat mumbled softly, “love… ya..”
He fell asleep within a matter of moments, and Pluey found himself coming up to the laptop, a slightly soured expression on his face.
Jongler immediately knew what was up and began explaining away, “Sorry.. you knows he needs da rest when he can gets it. I’ll cover one of your shifts if ya wants.” And soon Pluey seemed to perk up, huffing proudly before pulling away. He went back to putting on his clothes, that way he could be ready if Tenna were to need him slightly earlier than his shift.
Suddenly Jongler spoke, “You did some good work there, Plue..~” their voice was teasing, yet laced with a certain fondness. Pluey found his face heating up from the praise. He swatted the air, to which Jongler spoke up again, “No, seriously. I means it. I always enjoy it when you puts on a show for me.”
Pluey turned away, clearly getting flustered, and they let out a sharp musical note, it trailing into what seemed like hushed rambling.
Jongler laughed to themself, “Fine, leave if you’s ain’t a fan of my praise.” They paused, their voice getting more sultry, “But I promise when I comes back, you’s gonna get a big reward~”
Pluey damn near died on the spoke. He jolted slightly, his body freezing as he processed the words. He quickly snatched up the cat suit that was splayed in the small room, giving a rushed and flustered response before dipping out into the other part of the room, out of view of the camera.
Jongler snickered once again, responding sarcastically, “Love you too, Plue.”