Authors Notes: Do not own Dethklok. Also, as it's Dethklok, they are rude, crude, they swear, and they mention sex and human anatomy parts. That is why it's rated M.
The band had only a few days to go before the big recording date, and everyone was winding down from the brutal non-stop rehearsing. The exhausted band was clustered around the new TV, watching some gory horror film Nathan picked up from the library. The lyrist was quite surprised such a place would carry something like this, but Pearl from the library pointed out all their DVD's were donated to the library, so they had quite a stock of horror films, though few block-buster types.
Pickles, Murderface and Nathan were stretched out comfortably on the comfy new sofa, the singer was sprawled out in his black flannel pajamas and a Cannibal Corpse tee shirt, his black-socked feet propped up on the artistically morbid coffee table, a big bag of name-brand chips resting on his stomach. Pickles was comfy, limbs akimbo, like an octopus in his Lucky Charm sleep pants, and was happily munching away on a bag of cheese curls. The bassist was finally able to spread his legs out (seriously, any farther and the band could accuse him of practicing yoga) looking very smug his confederate flag boxers and stained wifebeater, thoughtfully snacking his way through a jumbo bag of beef jerky.
Toki and Skwisgaar sat nestled together in the new, plush loveseat, their slender legs touching each other slightly. They had finally gotten their own spot to themselves, and Toki no longer had to sit on the floor by everyone's legs. Part of Skwisgaar missed that arrangement, because then he could touch Toki's silky chestnut hair when the others went to take a pee break. But this arrangement was so much better, as the loveseat only fit two, and as it was very oversized and plush, it was perfect for snuggling together. Toki was holding on to a plump blood-red pillow for dear life (he didn't want to be made fun again for having Deddy in the living room) as the horror movie played on.
Since their drunken bender a week ago, Mordhaus had gotten a complete overhaul by Cherry and his "merry men"-a group of half-starved art students and music majors that swarmed the Haus for two days. When the horde left ,Mordhaus sparkling and looking downright brutal. That flamboyant group did a outstanding job of making the atmosphere brooding, artistic and brutal as hell. The lyricist was downright impressed; he could finally relax and think at Mordhaus now. The living room and the singers bedroom got the most work. The carpet was steam cleaned by professionals and a huge black fuzzy rug was set down. The semen and vomit encrusted sofa was replaced with a oversized dark smoke grey sofa and loveseat set with a subtle black, blue and red flecks of color in it, set in a L arrangement, with the long side along the main wall. The guitarists loveseat was on the wall by the door, settled against the window, which was draped in some soft, subtly textured silver raw silk curtains held back by blood-red and black cords.
The walls had gotten some treatment, (turns out vomit can stain) , painted in a soft, melancholy blue-grey, like the sky before the rain. Artistic black giant tentacle wall decals crawled up the wall where the new, though modest sized flat screen TV sat on its minimalist black and grey-glass stand. Said stand perfectly matched their new oversized square shadow-box coffee table-it being filled an artistically brutal collection of black shark teeth ranging in size from itty bitty to fucking huge. The furniture itself wasn't brand-spanking new, but instead from some hoity-toity bohemian second hand shop, much like the rest of the items in the Haus. They also had art hanging on the walls- brutally abstract things heavy in paint smears in black and red, done by some of the merry men themselves on commission from the gay redhead. The only things that were really brand-new-new were the wall decals, and some kitchen items.
The kitchen had been taken over by a culinary exchange student by the name of Jean-Pierre, who went on a hell-bent shopping spree through a Whole Food store (gay redhead in tow) , and restocked the cabinets and refrigerator to bursting. Soggy, floppy green onions and gut-rot cans of cheap beer was exchanged for farm-fresh eggs, Gouda cheese, green peppers, humus (which, the lyrist was really fond of, though he hated to admit it) and various other healthy, nutritious items. The alcohol was replaced with good-quality hard liquors and various mixers, as well as some retro-cool sodas in various exotic flavors in slim glass bottles for the Norwegian teen.
Mordhaus now had a supply of decent food, and copious amounts of snacks, after the Tomahawk native had a tantrum over the lack of junk food. The top of the new coffee table was currently loaded down with an assortment of various snacks and junk food, ranging from small black bowl of Swedish Fish, giant bowls of nachos with a container of Jean-Pierre's soon-to-be-famous nacho dip, and a modestly sized cheese and cracker tray. Another bowl of Hot Tamales candies sat close to the bassist. A batch of freshly made cinnamon buns was also set down by the creepily grinning Frenchmen before he left with the rest of Cherry's merry men. Before flouncing off, Cherry handed over a small bundle of envelopes from Pickle's brother Seth, who was currently in prison.
"Wowee.." Toki exclaimed in surprise, jerking suddenly as a masked man popped out on the screen, his chainsaw slicing a ladies head off.
"Pfftt. Dildos." Skwisgaar snorted.
In the darkness of the living room, with the only source of illumination coming from the TV, Skwisgaar snuck his hand between their legs, and rubbed the back of his hand minutely against the side of the Norwegian's slender leg. The other teen got the hint and slipped his hand down, intertwining his callused fingers together with his, and snuck a look sideways at the blond.
Sapphire blue eyes collided with pale topaz blue for a second, as Skwisgaar rubbed his thumb softly against the other's hand. Full lips quirked up slightly, and his eyebrow arched up, as if to say "I want you"
Toki nervously licked his lips, aware that he had the Swede's full attention. He tried flicking them back to the TV as random victims started screaming, but he frankly lost interest in the stupid movie. He was more interested in the way the blond's slender fingers were interlaced with his thicker, more stubbly ones, on how the man was tracing small ,slow circles against his skin, and was seeming to press slightly into his shoulder more.
He shot the other three a cautious glance, but they were too enthralled of the movie and their snacks to really give two shits.
"wish we was alones.." Toki whispered in Norwegian.
Pickles flicked his luminous emerald green eyes their way, which Skwisgaar covered smoothly with "Don'ts bes criesbabies at the cry-babies house.. dat man amnest reals.. hes made-bees-leafs." Which he forced out a laugh for the benefit of the other men on the couch near them.
"I do too, Toki.." Skwisgaar groaned, tightening his grip on the teen's hand, and moved his socked foot a tiny faction so he could lightly rub against the Norwegian's stupid little Batman socks.
Toki wiggled his foot back ever so slightly. Getting to touch any piece of the lead guitarist was wonderful. Finally, though he had to break contact as his strawberry soda binge was sneaking up on him, and man, he had to pee like a race horse. He got up, ignoring the protests as he crossed in front of the TV, and went to the bathroom. Once he was done, he found Skwisgaar waiting for him in the dark hallway, who merely grabbed him by his shirt, and crushed his lips against the Norwegian's in a brutal kiss. The blond pushed Toki against a small portion of the wall that was out of sight from the others, and rubbed against him, planting kisses along the sensitive neckline. He pulled away with much difficulty, and then , his lips still slightly swollen from kisses , turned his face towards the living room and with a grin
"GODS DAMNS IT TOKIS! Jason amnest nots reals! Hes wonts gets little dildo babies likes joos! Don'ts be such a scared cats!"
He jerked his head towards the living room, and Toki beamed, picking up on what the lead guitarist was trying to do.
"I AMEST NOT A DILDOS BABIES! "
They locked lips again, rubbing each other's erections together for a minute while Skwisgaar continued to "yell" at Toki. It took everything the Nord had in him to respond so angrily to someone he was grinding and passionately making out with.
"YOUS A LADIES SKWISGAAR!" Toki blurted out after the blond nipped at the bottom of his lip, trying stupidly to come to any kind of retort to the gibberish the Swede was spewing.
Skwisgaar grinned evilly as he started shouting angrily in Swedish "You are such a sexy little slut, I just want to fuck you through this wall.."
Toki's eyes widened as he realized that none of the Americans could understand them anyway, so he decided to respond back in Norwegian " God, just do it already! .." he growled loudly, as Skwisgaar nibbled at his neck.
"You filthy little Norwegian.." Skwisgaar yelled as he ground his hips into the teen.
Skwisgaar pulled a face at Toki before locking himself in the bathroom, presumably to "scratch one out" as the lyricst put the term for jacking off. "Happy Fun Time" was the drummer's favorite term that he used with his sloppy half-grin. Toki much preferred the term "happy fun time" himself.
Toki settled back down in his spot, which was closest to a small black end-table with a black dragon lamp on it. He had picked that spot because he had a handy light source for reading, plus he could set his sodas down on it. Speaking of soda and snacks, Toki got up to grab a few handfuls of nachos, before spooning some more dip onto his plate, ignoring Murderface's swearing as he was blocking the TV yet again.
"Godsh damnsh it Tokish! Getsh outh of the waysh! SHEESH!"
"Sorries.." Toki muttered, grabbing a few fistfuls of raspberry-flavored fish gummies.
"Eh.. leave'em alone.. poor fackers goin' thru a growth spurt, yanno… dats why 'es eatin' like a horse.." Pickles chuckled over his fancy-pants fruity cocktail ( the Frenchmen had taken great pains to show the redhead drummer how to make the perfect Mai Tai). "Eidder dat, or he's pregnant.."
Toki turned red, and stared wide-eyed at the drummer.
"Eh, Skwisgaard! You knock up Toki?" the drummer called out loudly over the screaming coming from the TV.
"Whats? Tokis ams a mans, stupids Americans re-tards. " the Swede scowled as he came out of the bathroom "Besides joos needs de secks fors de babies..I knows.. I haz many babies.." He grinned, smug in the knowledge that he had fathered literally hundreds of half-Swedish children, strewn about in every city he ever visited. Being the God of Fuck also went hand-in-hand with being a Fertility God. Part of him was perversely convinced if he so willed it, he probably could knock just about anybody up.
"Itsh a miracles then.." the bassist nodded sagely at the rhythm guitarist, who was looking down at his plate of food, embarrassed. At dinner he had gone through three helpings of dinner, and frankly, he was still starving. "the virginsh births.."
"I dunno…" Pickles started, giving the blond a knowing sideways look. The lead guitarist felt his cheeks on fire. Sure, they hadn't done anything .. but..
"Dudes… like.. shut the hell up.." Nathan grumbled in between bites of his potato chips "Tryin' to watch this."
Skwisgaar settled back down, hands back between them, fingers intertwining again. Every so often, Toki or Skwisgaar would nudge their feet together, just bare touches, or adjust their long legs so they brushed each other. Skwisgaar unlaced his fingers for a bit, and wiped them down on his jeans, not carring too much. He then lazily set it on the Norwegian's bony knee cap, and focused hard on the stupid gory horror flick.
He could feel the teen shift slightly beside him, and with a quick glance at the sofa, assure that yes, they weren't paying attention. He slid it slightly higher up his thin legs, not too much, just maybe four finger lengths. He left it there for a while, enjoying his rhythm counterparts subtle shifting, before edging it up a fraction of an inch.
Pickles got up to fix himself another fancy-pant Mai Tai, and Nathan paused the movie so he could go take a piss. It was decided to stop for a little bit for refills and what have you, when Skwisgaar decided to make his move in the dimly lit living room. The dark blue light from the TV, and the tiny pin-hole lights from the new Scentsy ,which, despite that band's misgivings, was pretty fucking brutal looking, and it made their apartment smell manly and nice.
Skwisgaar slid his hands further, before dipping down those slender thighs. He wasn't about to touch the Norwegian wood, but skirted around it slightly. He knew he was being a tease, but Toki needed to be punished for messing up the last song earlier . His long fingertips danced from the sensitive inside thigh area to the other leg, then made a lazy arch around to the top of the soft fleece fabric pajama bottoms, before slipping in under the teen's shirt, skirting up a few inches of exposed skin, before dancing down again to tug the shirt down.
Skwisgaar smirked as Toki sucked in his breath, making a tiny pathetic mewing noise, canting his hips subtly, trying to get the damn Swede to touch him.
"Shh.." the Swede chuckled, pulling his hand away to ghost over the teens lips. Another glance at the kitchen proved that everyone was too busy, thankfully. He pressed his index finger against those adorable thin lips, before carefully sliding a digit in, which the Norwegian playfully sucked and caressed with his tongue. The blond chuckled very softly, a baritone rumble as he added his middle finger to it. Now the nasty little Nord was twirling his hot little tongue around it, and Skwisgaar started to gently thrust his long fingers in to that mouth in mimicry of the real thing. But, all things had to end, and he pulled his fingers away quickly, leaving Toki open-mouthed, and flushed, his eyes heavily lidded. It was a good look on him, and he couldn't wait to get the kid on his knees.
The credits started to roll, and Nathan stuck in another stupid B-Grade horror flick , this one being from the 80's. The story was forgettable, the monster was horribly fake and cheesy, and the acting was sloppy. The heroines only redeeming factor is that she spent the entire movie braless, and apparently very cold, her tiny nipples hard as diamonds in her crappy silver spandex body suit. Skwisgaar was too busy tormenting Toki to really give too shits about it, as he focused on teasing. He kept tracing the long line of Toki's jean clad legs, from the knee to the hip, then back down. Sometimes he would dip towards the inside thigh, but never get close to the throbbing bulge, despite Toki's best efforts of guiding the lead's hands to his crotch. It just wasn't enough.
Every time Toki tried to return the favor to Skwisgaar, he found his hand firmly guided back down.
The movie was at it's dramatic climax as fake blood and guts were splattering everywhere while the alien monster-thing was rolling around with the spandex-clad babe, ripping statically-placed chucks of her costume off.
"YESH! Lets schee schome titsch!"
"Man, if this was made in Japan, there would HAVE ta be sum tentacle porn in dis!" Pickles chortled.
"Tentacles? WHATCH the fucksh?"
"ya, dood.. like, tentacle porn is like .. yanno.. older den electricity an' shit.." Pickles pointed out as he leaned over to grab a handful of candy.
"Weirdsh.." The bassist mumbled "the Japanesesh are freaks.. I heard they have vending machines-yeah! Vending machines that dispense used panties. Pop in some money, click, panties! Itsch all very highsh techsh."
"Why.. on earth, would anyone want used panties?" Nathan pointed out, pausing from his chip fetish.
"To sniff them while your tugging at the ol' meat stick.."Murderface pointed out crudely, motioning jacking off.
"Gross! I don't want anything more to do with pussies then I have to..oh, God.. I mean.. ugh.."
"Dey are kinda gross, Chief"
"Thatcsh soundsh schoo gay.. don't like pussies..whatch kind of man doesn't like a nicech wetsh pussy? "
"I'm not gay, there just.. ugh.. weird looking, and okay! They smell weird! I don't like it! I just want to pull out my dick, stick it in, then just be done with it. I don't even think they look that great-mostly like some vertical chewed up gum- lips.. eughhhgh..I don't like it when there always like trying to… ughhh.. you know… " the lyrist nodded down, watching the horrified expression of his band mates, except for Skwisgaar, and Toki (who had no clue what they were talking about).
"Ja.. but de goils always tinks joos de bestest if joo goes down on dem.. or at least.." Skwisgaar started, then wiggled his fingers suggestively as Toki glared at him.
" I hate when ya git a girl that's all fackn' loose.. its like throwin' a fackin' hotdog down a hallway.. half da time, all ya git is AIR, man.. keep slippin' out.. ruins da mood! I mean how loose ya gotta be if my fackn' Irish cack won't stay in.. fack, dood.. I think I have more fun if I jus' stick my dick out the window when were goin' down da highway… "
Nathan grunted "Yeah.. hate sloppy sluts.. like.. science has all sorts of shit, right?" he said slowly, munching on the last remaining chips like they were made of gold dust.
"Wellsh, yeash…"
"Well.. like, they can cure all sorts of shit..right? So.. shouldn't they have some shit to make like pussies tigher? Like, it could be like a fucking tune up or some shit."
"Ya, dood.. like every thousand lays, she jus' takes her pussy in for a tune up.."
"A pushiesh tuneshupsh.."
"Hahah.. tunes-ups.." Skwisgaar snickered
"Yeah, they just go in, zap a few things, then bam! Tight as a virgin.. I mean, what guy doesn't like a tight pussy?"
"Me.." Toki chirped, then winced when everyone stared at him like he grew an extra head.
"Dood.. Toki.. you'll git da girls later on.. ya gotta give it time dats all.."
"I think.. like, violence would go down from that." Nathan said seriously, picking up chip crumbles from the bottom of the bag. "The worlds' problems… saved by.. like, tight pussies around the world.."
"Whysh wouldsh we fighsh? Whatsch the point f warsh if every bitchsh has a tight snatchs?"
"Ja.. I wouldsn'ts be wanderinks abouts fors some-thinks to sticks mine dicks in ifs its weres tights enoughs… I mean.. why wastes de time wit' de "hellows.." and de stupids compl-mentals , den stupiids four planks if I has tights holes all too mine selfs?"
He snuck a quick peek at Toki, a tiny smiling tugging on the corner of his lips.
"I KNOW!" Nathan bellowed, crumpling up his now perfectly empty chip bag
"Dood.. simmer down, eh?"
"Like.. what if they had.. like fake pussies.."
"Uh.. Nat'an.. dey do.. thar called 'pocket pussies'..heheh..… ya serious-ley never 'eard of 'em?"
"what.. no! So.. like someone already came up with that idea!? God, that was a fucking good idea too.."
"Yesh.. schoo.. wheresh wouldsh yoush gets schomethingsh like that..?"
"Ya jus' go down to the adult store .. there like, five of em adult stores, most of em are regular , but ones all weird an' kinky an' shit. Or just git one , rilly .I dunno"
Toki felt himself going red in the ears. He had absolutely no clue what they were talking about, and found it kind of embarrassing.
"Heh.. yanoo.. we should , like take Toki with us next time we go. Might be educational.."
"Uh.. Pickles, dude.. the kid is sixteen. This state you have to be at least eighteen before you can go. They card you and everything!" Nathan grumbled, remembering the first time he attempted to go in one, he was seventeen and .. yeah. He got busted, didn't get into trouble, the owner just said no, and to come back in a year. He had been too embarrassed to, though.
"Sexch educationsh is good for a boysh." Murderface said wistfully.
"I hated it, dunno what yer talkin' about" Pickles shuddered "All about not havin' babies, and women's.. ugh.. periods, and shit like that.. den, den.. yanno wot dey did? Eh? Dey made us.. watch.."
"Watcsch whatsch?"
"A.. baby bein' born.. all bloody and purple..ugh..Fack dat shit dood. Fack it. Sex for recreation is fer Catholics and weirdos.. I dunna wan' ta have kids, ever.. dats why I'm in a band an' not sum regular jackoff."
Toki felt sick to his stomach listening to this. He still had only the vaguest notions on sex, babies, and everything. His parents, in what little of the world they had taught him, merely told him sex was for making babies only, when you were married. That was the end of it. He didn't get any talks about pubic hair, or why he sometimes got hard first thing in the morning, or why his voice was cracking so much. His body was always this ungainly, wieldy thing and he felt like his feet and hands were impossibly too big for the rest of him. He couldn't really imagine himself having sex, unless maybe with Skwisgaar , but he had a slight notion where things might go, which involved his ass. And that sounded really painful. He had no idea how that was going to ever work.
He went red as a tomato, and noticed the room was dead silent.
"Oh, looks..littles Tokis scareds about where de babies comes froms." Skwisgaar snickered, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worries, Tokis.. only de goils haz de babies.."
"Ya alright, thar, kiddo? Your red as a tomato.."
"Wait, guys.." Nathan leaned in, and said in a dead serious tone "What if.. " he lowered his voice "Toki doesn't know about.. you know.. the birds and the bees?" he whispered the last part
"Oh.. mama.."
"I don'ts knows about de birdies and de bees, buts I knows babies are what am from de sex when joos marrieds to a goil.." Toki spat out, trying to prove that he did know about sex
"There is so much more to sex then making babies.." Nathan pointed out, fishing a cinnamon from Pickles snack pile
"Ya.. like, sex for babies is married people shit that regular jackoffs do. There is like a ton more.. " Pickles said after he finished his forth Mai Tai. He made a sloppy humping motion with his hips and laughed, his dreadlocks bouncing everywhere. "Ding Dong Doodily Doodily doo.. "
"Maybess I takes Littles Tokis under mine flippers, ja? Shows him what ams de secks?" Skwisgaar stated, leaning back into the loveseat, arms crossed, the perfect picture of bored.
"Maybe.. you are kinda a man whore."
"Ja, we ams from sames areas, wes under-stands each odders best, ja?"
"this all sounds really, really gay." Nathan muttered as he stood up to stretch, dusting bits of crumpled potato chip dust off himself. "Whatever, I'm going to bed.."
"Ya.. man, its like.. four in da mornin' now.. da fack.. whatever." Pickles stretched as he got up before shuffling off to bed.
Murderface followed suit, leaving the Scandiavians alone, though Skwisgaar had gotten up in a show of going to bed.
He waited until Murderface slammed his bedroom door before whispering to the Norwegian "Waits for me for a little bit.."
"Okays.."
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Toki crawled into his bed, trembling with excitement. He was very nervous, but also tired, and he found himself drifting off to sleep, only to be woken by large, slender hands shaking him gently. His eyes fluttered open and he saw the Swede leaning over, his golden hair forming a curtain around their faces.
"Toki" Skwisgaar breathed, kissing the teens forehead with his full, plump lips.
The Norwegian leaned up to capture the Swede's lips with his own, letting out a soft mew of pleasure.
"Gods.. Toki.." he breathed shakily, tracing a calloused thumb over the kid's sharp cheekbones, before trailing kisses along his face. Trails of soft, hungry kisses ran down the Norwegian's throat,and to the collar of the baggy SnB shirt he was wearing. Skwisgaar plucked at the fabric, amused.
"Too much clothes on.. " Skwisgaar pulled a face before shrugging out of his tank top, then tugging at Toki's threadbare one.
Toki sleepily complied, before nuzzling into Skwisgaar's bare chest. He ran his hands up the taller man's back, loving how smooth his skin felt. He was suddenly embarrassed of his scars, he knew it looked ugly.
Skwisgaar rained little kisses on the top of Tokis' head, wrapping his long thin arms around the teen. He lightly rubbed his back, careful around some of the newer scars that were still raised up against the velvety skin. He nibbled at the Norwegian's neck, earning some gasps from the pleasure-pain of it. He licked his little bite marks as he snuck a free hand under the boy's silly sky-blue with fluffy cloud pajama pants. He cupped his firm, yet soft ass , kneading it with the entirety of his hands as Toki mewed, grinding desperately into the taller man.
Toki tried kissing up the Swede's chest, and cautiously planted a tiny love-bite, causing Skwisgaar to groan. Toki liked how it felt to rake his teeth over the velvet skin, and started to bite a little harder just under the collar bone, near the shoulder. It felt so good, getting bit, and biting. He licked over the bite marks each time, soothing it.
Skwisgaar let out a soft groan as he pushed Toki back against the bed, causing him to tumble backwards onto the lumpy mattress, the bed creaking in protest.
Toki was practically purring underneath the older man, and was rubbing himself wantonly against the man's hips, his smaller hands roaming over the pale alabaster skin hungrily. Skwisgaar distracted Toki by kissing the underside of his jaw as he eased his body weight off the teen. He tugged the sleep pants and striped briefs down, freeing the Norwegian's straining member.
Skwisgaar lowered his head, his golden hair spilling in a waterfall over the tan skin of the Nord. The silky strands were tickling and tormenting Toki to no end, as the lead guitarist licked the sensitive underside of his cock, from base to flared tip.
"Nnnahhhnn…"
"Relaxs.."
Skwisgaar kissed the very head of the thick, swollen head, before relaxing his mouth and slowly engulfing him right down to the base. He pulled away just as the rhythm guitarist tried to buck his hips. He decided to rest a firm hand down on a slender, bony hip, pinning the teen to the bed, while the other hand gently cupped the heavy balls. The skin felt impossibly velvety, the hair soft and downy as kitten fur, something that the normally sex-jaded Swede noticed right away. He moved his hand lover slightly, his fingers trailing down to the sensitive sunburst of flesh.
Toki bucked up against Skwisgaar, despite the hand at the teen's hip, almost throat fucking the lead guitarist as he gently brushed against the teen's virgin opening.
Skwisgaar pulled his hand away slightly to wet it in his mouth, then returned to gently probe. Toki was caught between wanting to choke the blond man on his cock, and impalling himself on that delicately nudging finger.
"Gods.. Skwis."
"Hmmm?" Skwisgaar hummed, amused, around the Norwegian's thick member, sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Please!" Toki sobbed, trying to buck his hips against that finger, which steadfastly wasn't penetrating at all, merely strocking and pressing
Skwisgaar re-slicked his finger, a warm smile crossing his elfin face as he re-settled himself between the teen's wide-spread legs. He probed with care, getting it in to the first knuckle as the teen clenched down on his didgit.
"Fucks. That's.. ohh.."
Encouraged, the older man pressed a tiny bit deeper, then starting pulling out tiny bit, to thrust back in.
Toki was biting his lip so hard, he drew blood. His fingers danced across the older man's shoulders, clenching down at anything, before flailing down to rip at the sheets as Skwisgaar worked his finger in to the base, before adding a second. Toki hissed a bit with pain, but then he felt like his pelvic wall was going to implode, and with a muffled cry of a wounded animal, he spilled his hot seed into the greedy mouth of the Swedish guitarist, who hungrily swallowed it.
Skwisgaar slowed his ministrations at the boy's opening, before slowly pulling out, wincing a bit at the hiss of pain for the teen. He kept his mouth on his young lover, letting him come down little bit by little bit.
Toki looked up at him with lust-blown pupils, his face glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as he breathed heavily. His lips were swollen, and his face was flushed. He sat up and looked at the taller man through the curtain of his chestnut locks. He looked sleepy and content .
He reached a hand out to stroke the bulge in the Swedish man's jeans. Skwisgaar stopped him, with a soft smile illuminated by the warm red light of the lava lamp.
"Its okay…"
"Buts.."
"You don't have to.. "
"I want to though.."
"Come here, Little Toki.." Skwisgaar climbed into the horribly cramped bed, spooning the younger man under the covers and burying his face in the other's strawberry scented hair.
"But, what about you? Doesn't that hurt?"
"Pfftt.. dildos.. of course, it's uncomfortable."
" Then why won't you let Toki touch you?" the Norwegian shifted to snuggle his back closer to the blond man's chest.
"Because.. if you touch me, then I might.." Skwisgaar groaned "get carried away. And that just can't happen right now."
"Why?"
"I .. cares about you, you stupid dildo. I haven't cared about anybody's before and I don't want to fuck things up because I get carried away."
"But you won't get carried aways"
"I.. just… I don't know.."
"… what?"
"I.." Skwisgaar buried his face in silky chestnut hair, and mumbled something inchoherant to the sleepy Norwegian.
"What did you say, Skwisgaar?"
"Nothing! I.. just.. shut up and go to sleep Toki."
"No, what did you say?"
"I said 'Shut up and go to sleep Toki'"
Skwisgaar waited until Toki started to drift off, his breathing deep and even, before he pulled himself away. He stood at the door, and looked at the peacefully sleeping teen , and muttered "I thinks I love you, stupid dildo.." before shutting the door softly.
Toki smiled in his sleep.