For Mordecai, feeling someone elses tongue in your mouth was really strange. Mordecai always thought of a tongue as an overly large, squishy, Earthworm. But this was an exception, I guess. Their tongues played with each others, occasionally letting the battle roam outside of their mouths and into the cool air of the night.
Mordecai tasted the alcohol on Benson's tongue and at first thought of the strange taste, but he got used to it. Mordecai hadn't ever been drunk before, hell, he never even drank! Mordecai remembered of his first date with Margret and how they kissed beneath the sunset in one of the most beautiful places in town. He remembered how weird it felt to kiss Margret, how strangely...wrong it felt. But oddly, while kissing Benson, he got an unfamiliar feeling. Almost like, kissing Benson, was, actually right. Like it was actually meant to be.
Mordecai suddenly felt a pang of guilt, but this feeling was too familiar to be overlooked. Mordecai's thoughts were reminding him that Benson was probably only kissing him because he was so drunk he couldn't help himself.
Mordecai pushed those thoughts away as he was pulled back to the reality by the feeling of himself getting hard. Benson kissed with more passion, more firercely and ground more into Mordecai's hips as Mordecai bit his beak (and/or lips, cause idk) in a desperate attempt to sustain a loud moan. Instead, he let out a soft whimper of pleasure.
Benson stopped all together, which worried Mordecai, and pouted. Benson frowned up at Mordecai's face before smirking. "What, are you afraid someone'll hear?" and with that, Benson firmly gripped Mordcai's erection. Mordecai jumped and felt his face go red. This was simply just torture, pleasurable torture. Benson's smirk grew as he gently stroked Mordecai, watching Mordecai's expression with amusement. Mordecai finally moaned loudly in pleasure as he begged for more.
Benson may have been drunk, but that didn't mean he was deaf, even if he still kept his agonizingly slow, torturous pace. " Ah...ah, B-Benson..." Mordecai moaned. Benson felt turned on by Mordecai's moaning and did the best he could to keep the blujay moaning. Mordecai's hands roamed over Benson's body and took control over Benson's lips once more. Benson heard his own moaning join the noise as he kissed back once more. Mordecai's hands found their way to Benson's slot. Mordecai wondered if it would feel good putting a few fingers in there, or just plain annoying. Mordecai decided to try, and as soon as he did, a shocked Benson bit down on Mordecai's beak. Mordecai was shocked at Benson's sudden action, but thought it was an action of pleasure, or at least hoped. So Mordecai gently circled his fingers in the slot as Benson practically melted against the wall.
Benson didn't want to feel like the woman in this situation and decided to take over. Benson used a foot to push against the wall and force Mordecai over to the other wall, and although Mordecai was surprised, he kept up his treatment. Benson put a leg between Mordecai's and let one of he hands caress Mordecai's chest and pulled his lips away from Mordecai's. "Can we have sex now" Benson slurred.
Mordecai just remembered that Benson was only drunk, but he was WAY too aroused to want to quit. So, he showed his approval by kissing him and getting into a position comfortable for the both of them and slowly entered. Benson gasped and shivered as he bit his lips. Mordecai thought it was kind of snug inside Benson's slot because of his changed size, it kind of fit almost perfectly. Mordecai slowly pushed and pulled, in and out, the sound of Benson's moaning encouraging him to keep going. Mordecai even found himself moaning too, even letting himself say his boss's name. Mordecai even hard his own name being called back to him. But he heard his name called once more, but the voice had changed, it was higher in pitch.
"Mordecai?" a voice called from the mouth of the alley. "Benson?" and apparently, the voice was shocked. Mordecai and Benson both immediately stopped and looked toward the alley ways opening and their faces lit up with a bright red and they were too emberrassed to speak. There in the alley way opening, stood Rigby with his mouth wide open and a blush settling in his cheeks as he had seen the affair earlier, or rather, some of it. Mordecai and Benson both blushing furiously, just stood there and stared in complete and total emberrassment. Benson was drunk and didn't think about how being in the alley way would expose them to passerbys, but seeing this almost immediately sobered him right up. Benson finally realized what was happening, seeing through the drunken haze and hadn't even remembered anything before this. Benson looked down with only his eyes and inwardly gasped and his face became even redder. Benson was emberrassed
and surprised to find that Mordecai was inside him and that he was pressing Mordecai against the wall, that's what surprised Benson he most. Rigby was at a loss of words, he couldn't think of anything to say with such a short vocabulary. For Mordecai, this was one of the moments that he wanted to just die, because this would be even more emberrassing than Margret finding him like this. There was only one thing to say, in sync with whoever was there with you, at a time like this...
"Oh, shit..."