"Are ya sure ya want ta do this?" Pickles asked slowly, his fingers gripping around the waistband of Nathan's pants. Shirtless and slightly out of breath from the growing erection in his jeans, Nathan quickly nodded before rocking his head back in embarrassment.
They were higher in the sky than they were supposed to be due to a malfunction that none of Dethklok really cared to figure out and sluts couldn't be travelled up that far. So they were basically trapped in Mordhaus in the middle of the sky without any girls on board. It's been a week but with some booze and overall horniness and boredom Nathan found himself hitting on Pickles without really realizing it. God Pickles had pretty eyes; sparkling and half-lidded from the alcohol they'd been drinking. Nathan couldn't help himself and honestly, Pickles wanted sex just as much.
After a little bit of lame innuendo and rubbing each other through their clothes, they found themselves in their current position, Nathan sitting on the edge of his bed with Pickles crouched between his legs, a tentative look on his face. He didn't want Nathan regretting this in the morning, or at least he didn't want him blaming it all on Pickles. With the nod of approval Pickles started unbuttoning his jeans, the task not being that hard considering how he was only slightly buzzed. Nathan felt pretty awkward though, and to be honest maybe a little self-conscious considering whom he was doing this with, and gently lifted his hips and pulled his pants down. Pickles muttered thanks and started rubbing Nathan's better-seen hard-on similar to the way he would have done himself. After a few more moments of smooth stroking Pickles began to hear little sighs and small grunts from Nathan. He almost chuckled, Nathan just looks like the type of guy that wouldn't talk or anything during sex, he would just grunt and curse.
Pleased with the level of hardness Nathan was currently at, Pickles removed his hands and started pulling down the black briefs Nathan always wore. He pushed the undergarments down to Nathan's thighs before staring at the thick cock in his face. Holy shit this guy has a fat dick. Chuckling slightly, Pickles looked up at Nathan's face and grinned.
"Y'know, I haven't sucked cock in 10 years," he said and watched Nathan laugh slightly and run a hand through his black hair.
"That's more often than I have," he responded and placed a hand on the back of Pickles' neck, pushing his face closer to his needy erection. Pickles smirked before quickly taking in all of Nathan's cock that he could and sucking as hard as possible. The slight gagging feeling was well worth the higher than he expected gasp and moan Nathan let escape in his shocked pleasure.
"Oh god Pickles!" he gasped as said man began bobbing up and down, a hand firmly rested on his lower shaft and the other tightly gripping his inner thigh. Nathan normally would've been frozen in embarrassment after emitting such a girly sound, but Jesus Christ this man knew how to make another man feel good. So he just blushed to the high heavens and gripped the back of Pickles' head harder. And prayed that Pickles wouldn't comment on it.
To Nathan's utmost relief, Pickles never stopped his fantastic actions, but he did tilt his head up slightly to stare erotically into the vocalist's eyes, and also to see what his facial expression was looking like. What Pickles saw was pleasing, and also a complete shock.
Nathan's eyes downcast and lips slightly parted, a line of translucent spit dribbling down his chin, flushed cheeks, and also a shaky moan that emanated from his pretty pink lips were more than satisfying to the redhead with a fat cock in his mouth. Actually, one could say that the sight was quite arousing to said redhead, and he felt his dick twitch in delight. Who would've guessed that Nathan expressed his pleasure so openly?
Opening his mouth wider and willing away his gag reflexes, Pickles gently moved his mouth further down the length of Nathan's cock. Nathan clamped his eyes shut and groaned, feeling his thighs shake at the encasing warmth surrounding his most sensitive part. He was also pretty pent up sexually, and the skill that Pickles possessed was only further spurring on his orgasm. Cursing loudly and biting his lower lips afterwards, Nathan gently tugged on Pickles' hair in warning before thrusting harshly in Pickles' mouth and cumming with a high-pitched moan.
Wincing at the pain of being unexpectedly mouth-fucked, Pickles jerked back after Nathan had came and coughed a little. Panting and smiling slightly to himself, Nathan quietly apologized to Pickles before grabbing his own, still hard, cock between his fist and quickly milking himself until he was sure there wasn't any more cum coming out yet. He was definitely still hard though. He rarely could get off only once and be satisfied.
Standing up and pushing Nathan flat on his back against the bed, Pickles roughly thrust his aching cock into the crook between Nathan's soft thighs and hips. Nathan sighed happily before tilting his hips up, a hand reaching around to grab Pickles' cock to rub their dicks together. Sighing happily at the feeling, Nathan removed one of his hands to pump both lengths at the same time with one hand. Pickles rocked slowly against the other man and smirked slightly to himself. When he was ascending towards his own first orgasm, Pickles stopped, and quietly asked Nathan about where the condoms and lube were. Nathan responded hastily, gesturing towards the bedside table and slowly pumping his own cock all the while.
Stepping back into the bed, Pickles applied the condom to his length and poured a generous amount of lube onto his cock and to the cute little asshole of Nathan. Pickles could hardly imagine how tight the other man would be, probably still a virgin in the backside. With those thoughts in his mind, Pickles quickly began prepping the large man lying before him. Sliding in one finger, Pickles almost choked in surprise. He was loose! This man had either been fucked in the ass on a daily basis or fingered himself every day. Pickles assumed the latter.
Blushing wildly, Nathan quickly averted his gaze and chose to ignore the shocked expression on Pickles' face. He didn't seem disgusted or anything, just surprised. But still. The fact that Pickles pretty much knew how often Nathan fingered himself was enough to put an embarrassed hue to his cheeks.
Figuring that it wouldn't hurt to speed up his preparations, Pickles gently pushed in two fingers and felt around for his prostate, for later use. Hearing a strained "oh fuck yes" from Nathan, Pickles figured that he found it. After a few more seconds of two fingers, Pickles slid in a third and gauged Nathan's reaction. He still appeared pretty nonplussed. The drummer shrugged before pulling his fingers out and slowly sliding his cock in. That was when Nathan finally had a strong reaction, although said reaction was pretty damn positive.
"Fuck, Pickles!" said between a long string of curse words was what Pickles was greeted with when he began quickly thrusting into the beautiful singer sprawled below him. Soon, Nathan's thighs tightly gripped Pickles' hips as he thrust his own hips back up against him, pleased by the way his cock would rub against Pickles' stomach.
This kind of immense pleasure was something Nathan wasn't used to, and he knew he wouldn't last too much longer. He had a bit of an ass fetish, and could usually only cum if he was playing with/fingering himself also. So when he fucked girls, he could last a while since there wasn't much going on with his ass. But now, his favorite spot was being harshly fucked and it was becoming too much all too soon. So he pushed Pickles' head towards his own and started kissing him wildly, hoping the distraction would push back his oncoming orgasm. Luckily, it was working, and Pickles starting becoming more frantic with his own thrusts as well. Hopefully that meant he was close too.
Parting their mouths, Nathan frantically warned Pickles that he was about to cum before arching his back and reaching a hand down to finish himself off. Crying out at the peak of his pleasure, Nathan came onto his own chest and stomach. Above him, Pickles stared at the erotic display and came a few thrusts later, spurred on by the way Nathan's flushed face looked covered in sweat and wearing an expression of pure bliss.
After a few seconds of catching his breath, Pickles pulled out of Nathan and peeled off the condom, tying it and throwing it off the edge of the bed to clean up some other time. He crawled over to lay next to Nathan and stared at the other man with a content expression adorning his face.
"Wow, dat was good," Pickles muttered gently, reaching down to the thin black sheet on Nathan's bed and wrapping it around himself. Nathan only grunted in response but Pickles knew he liked it too.
"Maybe we can try that again sometime," Nathan said quietly and Pickles chuckled before feeling himself begin to fall asleep.
"Yeh."
