A/N: Late-night musings lead to smutty business. Thought I'd uh...leave this here, might come back with full-on smutty goodness at a later date when I'm done flustering to death over it. Hope you like a good tease until then. -cackles-
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Silence.
Quiet so fine-tuned that it almost begins to wrap itself around the room in the form of a smothering comforter, making every slight move resonate as if they had plunged themselves into a boisterous stadium.
Shift. Rustle. Whimper.
"H-hey…"
Purr.
"Mhn…patience…"
Tanned cheeks become flush upon the taut murmur and more-so when pale, lithe digits pry away at the only barrier that keeps his erect flesh from view. Once that disappears, everything is on the floor – simply seeing it stand stark in the dimmed lighting of the room is enough to warrant a consideration of joining the nearest tomato patch.
The taller man's breath hitches considerably in his throat, long tongue flashing the brunette as he licks his lips.
"H-hmh…"
Well, fuck. Somebody, be it the Gods, or be it Fate, sent Rigby the Devil . Now, as to whether it was an unfortunate circumstance or great serendipity, was the real question.
Body lean, muscles toned. Hair slightly mused, pants hardly even bothering to hide that there was definitely a lot underneath crying out for attention.
Smirk on, eyes dazed over.
Maybe not as unfortunate as it could be…
"M-Mordecai…"
It's just enough to prompt him into action – the taller man moves down, letting the brunette's cock sort of settle on his cheek and smearing It with bits of pre-come.
His smirk widens, and mismatched irises lift themselves up to give his little bottom a rather seductive glance.
"Told you I was hungry…"