Hiya! Extra super long chapter for you guys today! But next one is a pretty short one, so on average we're good 😛

Anyway, if you don't recognize the song used in this chapter before the title is mentioned, you are probably too young to read this story 😂

Chapter 41

Penguin was sitting on Killer's bed, still wearing Killer's clothes, and his phone ready in hand. They had agreed to film some new videos for TikTok. Killer told him he had three more songs he was ready to record, and Penguin was happy to listen to them and film.

"So, there was this request, right, asking for the cheesiest, least metal song and turn it into metal," Killer reminded him. He had let down his hair again, saying it was more comfortable like that. "I gave it a lot of thought, and there was really only one song I could think of as the cheesiest in existence, and I will play that one for you in a minute, but…. There was another song that came to mind, and…" Killer started fiddling nervously with his hair. "Well, even if it's maybe not the cheesiest song there is, it's still pretty cheesy, and I do want to play it for you."

Penguin nodded encouragingly. "Okay, of course! The more the better! Let's hear it."

Killer swallowed. "Okay. So, I made the song a little shorter, because you'll cut it up anyway, I hope that's okay."

Penguin nodded again, and sat back, with his phone ready to record. Why did Killer suddenly seem so nervous? He hadn't seemed nervous at all the last time he was playing for Penguin.

Killer looked at him, while leaning over to his laptop. "Okay, are you ready?"

"Yes," Penguin answered, and he pressed the record button.

Killer pressed play and sat back in his chair again, looking his boyfriend in the eyes. "This one's for you," he said, smiling sheepishly.

The intro started playing, and Killer closed his eyes to get into the vibe of the music – or that's what Penguin imagined. As soon as the female singer began to sing, Killer started playing some chords in between the words, or to emphasize some syllables.

"Threw some chords together,
The combination D-E-F,
It's who I am, it's what I do,
And I was gonna lay it down for you."

Penguin didn't immediately recognize the song, even though it did sound vaguely familiar.

"I try to focus my attention,
But I feel so A-D-D,
I need some help, some inspiration,
But it's not coming easily."

Wait, wasn't this some kind of nineties song? Maybe early zeroes. From before Penguin's time, at least. The chords Killer played turned into riffs.

"Trying to find the magic,
Trying to write a classic,
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?

Waste-bin full of paper,
Clever rhymes, see you later!"

As the chorus rolled in, Killer's fingers started to move faster and he pulled out an amazing melody that was quite unlike the original, but still oddly fitting.

"These words are my own,
From my heart flow,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

There's no other way,
To better say,
I love you, I love you."

Penguin's eyes widened and he stared at his boyfriend. Killer had said this song was for him, right? Did that mean… Did that mean he did mean those words when he had said them?

However, Killer didn't open his eyes, and kept playing, almost as if he'd forgotten Penguin was even there.

"Read some Byron, Shelley and Keats,
Recited it over a hip-hop beat,
I'm having trouble saying what I mean,
With dead poets and drum machine.

I know I had some studio time booked,
But I couldn't find a killer hook."

Killer's mouth curled up the slightest, as he probably thought it was a funny pun.

"Now you've gone and raised the bar right up,
Nothing I write is ever good enough.

These words are my own,
From my heart flow,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

There's no other way,
To better say,
I love you, I love you!

That's all I got to say,
Can't think of a better way,
And that's all I've got to say,"

Killer finally opened his eyes and looked right at Penguin as he played the last notes, the sound of the guitar fading away, so the last line was sung a capella.

"I love you, is that okay?"

It was very silent for a few seconds, in which they both stared at each other, Killer's body gone tense.

But the butterflies were fluttering around like crazy inside Penguin's chest, and a huge smile slowly took over his face. He nodded, first barely visible, but soon franticly. "Yes!" he said. "Yes, that's very okay." He took a deep breath. He felt like his chest was going to explode. "'Cause I love you too!"

Killer let out a deep sigh, his shoulders visibly relaxing, and he began to chuckle. "Oh, thank God."

Penguin, only now realizing his phone was still recording, ended the video, and threw it on the bed as he stood up. "Were you afraid I didn't love you?" He walked towards Killer, and kissed him on his lips. Then he went to sit on Killer's lap, making sure to be careful with his guitar. "You idiot, was that why you didn't answer my calls last week, when I called you back after you said it?"

Killer shrugged, and smiled sheepishly. "Maybe… Isn't it too fast? What if it scared you away? I didn't want to know, if that was the case."

Penguin laughed, and put his hands in Killer's hair. "It's not too fast… We feel what we feel, right? There is no right amount of time that has to pass before you can feel anything like that…" Penguin said, although a week ago he hadn't been so sure.

"You're right." Killer looked at him with a look on his face that could only be described as happiness. "Peng, I love you."

Penguin kissed him, long and softly, without tongue, but with all his heart.

Killer played the last notes of the song, and as the sound of his guitar died out, he looked up at Penguin. It had been the third song he played for his boyfriend, after 'These Words' by Natasha Bedingfield and the cheesiest song he could think of, 'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion, turned metal – which had been a challenge, but he was actually a little proud of how it turned out.

The third song was an actual metal song by Powerwolf, a song that he actually liked and listened to on a regular basis. He was curious to see what Penguin thought of it.

Penguin, who had been filming from his place on Killer's bed again, put his phone away, and smiled at him. "This is your kind of music, isn't it?"

Killer nodded. "Yeah… what do you think?"

Penguin seemed to think for a moment. "It's… not as bad as I had expected."

Killer snorted. "Gee, thanks."

Penguin let out a giggle. "That's not what I mean. Your guitar play was phenomenal, let's get that straight first. That's amazing, and that alone could maybe convince me to become a fan of this kind of music. But what I meant was… I had expected it to be more… screamy."

Killer smiled amused. "Oh, I've got screamy stuff too, if you want to hear that."

Penguin looked a little uncomfortable. "Hmm, I don't think that's my jam."

Killer laughed. "I don't think so either. But you're right, this was probably the more accessible side of metal." He unplugged his guitar and hung it back on its place on the wall. "Still, I'm glad you didn't hate it, though."

"I could never hate anything you play, Killer," Penguin said.

Killer looked at him. God, why was he so cute? He smirked. "That sounds like a challenge."

Penguin chuckled and cocked his head. Smiling, he beckoned him to come closer with his finger. Killer didn't have to be asked twice, and crossed the distance to the bed. He cupped Penguin's face in his hands, and while straddling him, Killer kissed him passionately.

When they finally broke for air, Killer held him close. "I'm so glad you're here, Peng. I'm so happy I can spend the day with you." He placed a kiss on Penguin's hair.

Penguin hugged him back. "Me too."

They spend the rest of the morning on the bed, cuddling and kissing, talking a little, but mainly touching and feeling the other's lips on their own as much as possible. It wasn't often that they had so much time with just the two of them, without a father around.

Hours passed, and they only left their position on the bed when they got hungry again. Killer made them both a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, and when they'd finished it, they cuddled some more on the couch.

"Hey, Peng…" Killer said, caressing Penguin's head which lay on his shoulder.

"Hmm?" Penguin turned his head, and placed a soft kiss in Killer's neck.

"Do you want to try a beer?" It had been on Killer's mind for a little while now. He had promised Penguin could drink beer at his home some time, after all. And now, with his father at work, was the perfect time for that.

Penguin lifted his head. "Now?"

"Yeah, why not? It's already past noon – later than I started drinking yesterday," Killer joked.

Penguin raised his eyebrows. "But… you were already drunk yesterday, aren't you afraid your father will get really angry if he finds out you've been drinking again?"

Killer shrugged. "He won't find out. I'll make sure we won't get drunk, 'cause I'm more afraid what will happen if your father finds out." He kissed Penguin's forehead. "Just one, to try it. Maybe two, if you like it, but no more. You won't get drunk from that."

Penguin nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Yes?" Killer asked, looking his boyfriend in the eyes, a little surprised Penguin agreed so easily.

"Yes," Penguin confirmed.

Killer jumped up and quickly retrieved two bottles from the fridge. He was glad his father had bought a good brand, because if Penguin was going to try this for the first time, he shouldn't try that cheap ass stuff that tasted like ditchwater. That was okay at a party if you wanted to get drunk, but not if you wanted to really taste beer.

Killer gave one of the bottles to Penguin, and clinked his own against it. "Cheers," he said, and quickly took a swig of his own, before watching his boyfriend.

Penguin cautiously brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip. Killer watched how he swallowed, and carefully studied his face, but Penguin's expression didn't tell him a lot. He took another swig. "It's not bad…" he eventually said. "It's not my favorite drink, but I don't dislike it."

Killer smirked. That was a positive reaction in his books. "Nice. Well, it tastes best if you don't leave it sitting in an open bottle for too long, so I hope you like it enough to drink relatively quickly."

Penguin raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't want to get me drunk?"

Killer sat down next to him again, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Even if you drink the whole bottle in a minute, you won't get drunk. But I didn't mean that fast," he clarified.

Still, after about fifteen minutes, both their bottles were empty, Killer's standing on the coffee table, and Penguin's on the armrest of the couch. They had already forgotten about the bottles, however, as they were currently making out, Penguin laying against the armrest, and Killer leaning over him, pushing his tongue as far into Penguin's mouth as possible. He felt he was getting slightly hot again.

Just when they broke their kiss, Killer saw something move from the corner of his eyes. His arm shot out, and he caught the empty beer bottle that had been standing on the armrest a second earlier, just before it could hit the floor.

Penguin looked from the bottle, to Killer, seeming impressed. "Wow, you've got good reflexes."

"I must admit I surprised myself with that as well." Killer placed the bottle on the table. "Do you want another bottle?"

"I… don't know if that's a good idea," Penguin replied.

Killer raised his eyebrows. "Why not? You're not feeling anything yet, right?" Killer himself wasn't feeling anything at all. The first slight buzz usually came after the second beer.

Penguin blushed slightly. "No…"

Killer smirked, as he could tell from Penguin's face that that was a lie. Still, he wasn't going to call him out on it, but he was giving him a chance to admit it. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, of course, you said it yourself, you won't get drunk from one beer."

Chuckling, Killer said, "Not drunk, no, but you might feel a bit of a buzz… if you're a real lightweight."

"No way," Penguin said. "I don't feel anything, give me another one."

Killer tried not to let his amusement show, and got up quickly to get another beer, placing the empty bottles in the crate again. One more beer wouldn't hurt, even if Penguin was feeling something. He couldn't really get drunk on two beers.

He opened the two bottles and walked back to the living room, crouching down next to the couch, where Penguin was still lying against the armrest. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Let's move to my bedroom."

Penguin jumped up immediately. "Yes!"

Killer smirked because of his enthusiasm, and planted a kiss on Penguin's lips, before giving him one of the bottles. "I love you," he said, making Penguin blush, but smile happily as well.

They walked up to Killer's room, where Killer sat down on his desk chair, mostly out of habit, and Penguin took place on his bed again, which was also becoming a habit. Penguin took a swig from his beer. "Killer, can I ask you something?"

Killer looked surprised at him, and smirked. "No, you are not allowed to ask me questions," he said jokingly.

"Well, okay, then I won't." Penguin stuck out his tongue at him and crossed his arms demonstratively.

Killer looked at him with amusement, wondering how long he would keep quiet. It lasted quite long, and it became somewhat of a staring competition to see who could keep their mouth shut the longest. When Penguin took another sip of his beer, Killer gave in. "Okay, just ask me!"

Penguin smiled victoriously. "It's a serious question, though… well, kinda. I just wondered why you're afraid to tell your father you're gay."

Killer suppressed a groan. He didn't want to talk about this. But at the same time, he did think he owed it to Penguin to give him an answer. He took a swig from his beer and sighed. "I just feel like… my father expects me to find a nice girl to spend my life with and give him grandkids and such… maybe not now, but eventually. It might sound stupid, but I feel like I'll disappoint him if he finds out I'm gay."

Penguin frowned. "Why would he expect that from you, if he isn't like that himself either?"

Killer looked at the drink in his hand. Penguin probably wouldn't understand, but he would try his best to explain it. "I think it's because he isn't like that himself? If that makes sense… He's constantly trying to make sure I won't make the same mistakes as him. Like, even though I think he wants grandchildren at a certain point, he really doesn't want me to become a teen dad like him, and he wants me to finish school first and go to college or whatever. Be successful, and then settle down with a girl and have kids."

Penguin's frown deepened. "I don't think he sees being attracted to guys as a 'mistake', though…"

Killer shrugged. "I don't know… maybe not a mistake, but I feel like it will be a disappointment… And honestly, you should have heard him when he found out I was dating Bonney… It was disgusting. He just assumed I was having sex with her after only a week, because that's apparently how he does things, and how he expects me to treat girls as well." And honestly, the way Kid had talked about it, Killer wouldn't be surprised if he did think it was a mistake to be gay.

Penguin raised his eyebrows, a blush on his cheeks. "But you… you didn't have sex with her… right?"

Killer let out a short laugh. "You really have to ask that? Of course I didn't have sex with her! Ew, I can't even imagine having sex with a girl."

Penguin chuckled, but Killer could see the relief on his face. "Really? You never even fantasized about having sex with a girl?"

Killer shook his head. "No. I mean, I tried to imagine what it would be like a few times, but… I never could picture it clearly, and the idea certainly never got me hard."

Penguin snorted, and smiled amused. "That's oddly reassuring."

Killer looked surprised at him. "Reassuring? Why, because you don't have competition from girls?" When he saw his boyfriend shrug, he shook his head again. "Geez, Peng, you don't have any competition at all. Besides, if we follow that logic, should I be worried about every person you look at?"

"Of course not!" Penguin protested. "I've only got eyes for you anyway."

"But you do fantasize about having sex with girls."

Penguin shrugged again, but didn't look him in the eyes. "Not lately, but yeah, I have fantasized about that in the past… Girls can be pretty hot too." He looked shyly at Killer, but then a cheeky smile formed on his lips. "But lately I'm only fantasizing about having sex with you." He quickly took a swig from his beer, and Killer got the idea he did that to hide his face.

Killer smirked. "Oh yeah? What have you been fantasizing about?"

Penguin's head quickly became bright red, and he averted his eyes again. "Just… you know… stuff."

Killer placed his own already empty bottle on the ground and looked amused at him. "Stuff?" He walked over to Penguin and sat next to him on the bed. "What kind of stuff?" he asked while he started playing with Penguin's hair.

Penguin put his bottle aside too. "Just… things… you know…" Penguin looked so incredibly embarrassed; it was adorable.

"No, I don't know," Killer teased him.

Then Penguin looked him in the eyes, and after a few quiet seconds, he suddenly blurted out, "I want to go all the way with you…. some time."

Killer was taken aback by this a little. It wasn't that he was surprised that Penguin wanted that, per se, but he was surprised to hear him say it out loud. And… he wasn't sure what to think of it. "Really?"

Penguin nodded. "Yeah."

'Some time,' he had said… So… Yeah, of course, Killer had pictured them going there someday too, but… "You mean, like… in the far future?"

Penguin looked like Killer had slapped him in the face. "No…"

Killer raised his eyebrows. "You mean right now?"

"No!" Penguin became even redder, if that was possible. "I mean, not necessarily. Maybe. Just, like… in the near future?" He let his shoulders droop and looked down. "You don't want to," he concluded.

"No, hey, I'm not saying that!" Killer cupped his cheek and forced Penguin to look at him again. "Of course I want to go all the way with you some day! I just… I don't know if we should go there already. You're only fifteen!"

Penguin looked sharply at him. "I just sucked your dick this morning, don't treat me like I'm a child! You're only one year older!"

Killer was amused by the fierceness of his tone and the harshness of his words, but it also reassured him a little. Penguin really wanted this, didn't he? Still… "I don't think you're a child. But that's the point, isn't it? You just sucked my dick this morning… for the first time. We don't need to rush into anything."

"We've been together for a month," Penguin stated matter-of-factly. Killer did a quick calculation and realized Penguin counted their first kiss as the start of them being together. That was good to know. Penguin continued, "I read once that you can do it after a month of being together, if it's your first time."

Killer frowned. "Where did you read that?"

Penguin shrugged. "One of those girl-magazines I was reading in a waiting room. It said if you're a virgin, you should wait about a month before you go all the way."

Killer looked slightly confused at him. "Who set the rules for that?"

"I don't know…" Penguin mumbled. "Society, I guess?"

Killer forced down a chuckle, and kissed Penguin on his lips. "I don't think we should let society or some magazine decide when we should go all the way… I think… I think we should just do it whenever we're both really ready for it."

This time Penguin crossed the distance between their lips, and the kiss lasted longer, and even involved a little tongue. When they broke apart, Penguin smiled. "I agree. So, whenever you're ready for it… I'm ready."

Killer looked into his eyes. He was really serious about it, wasn't he? And wait, did Penguin just imply Killer was the one who wasn't ready for it? That didn't sound right. Killer was definitely ready for it. He hadn't thought it would be happening any time soon, and he was okay with that, but if he was honest with himself, he really wanted it to happen. There was just one more thing that was holding him back, though…

"Okay," he agreed. "So, uhm, how… What did you have in mind? I mean… How do you want to do it… You know, like…" God, he didn't want to mess this up, but Killer could really only imagine it one way in his head. And it might not be what Penguin had in mind… Shit, why did being gay make things so much more complicated? "Who… What did you fantasize about?" he decided to bring it back to that question.

Penguin chuckled. "You mean who should top and who should bottom?" When Killer nodded barely visibly, Penguin continued. "Well, I mean, I don't know if you have a preference, but… I think we should try it both ways at least once. However…" Penguin couldn't hold eye contact and looked away shyly. "I wouldn't mind being the bottom first."

Killer let out a relieved sigh. God, he wanted to fuck Penguin right now, to let him know that was the right choice. He kissed him passionately as an answer, and while their lips and tongues tried to feel as much of each other as possible, Killer guided him down until they were lying on the bed. He lay half on top of Penguin when they stopped kissing a few minutes later. "Are you really sure about that?"

Penguin looked flustered at him. "Yes." He bucked his hips up and grinded his crotch against Killer's thigh. The hard pressure Killer felt, told him everything about how excited Penguin already was.

He hummed appreciatively and smirked. "Have you been thinking a lot about this?"

"So much," Penguin admitted immediately. Whether it was lust that made him confess it or the alcohol, Killer wasn't sure – maybe both – but he liked how Penguin didn't beat around the bush. "I want you so bad, Killer."

Oh yes, this was definitely lust talking. And Killer couldn't say it left him unaffected. As Penguin grinded his hips up again, Killer felt his own cock harden as well. "Fuck, Peng, you really want it, don't you?" He bit his lip. "You really want my dick up your ass."

Penguin gave him a heated stare. "Yes, but…" He swallowed his words. "Yes, I want you to fuck me, Kill."

Fuck, that was so hot. Still, Killer couldn't ignore the slight hesitation Penguin had showed. "But?" he asked, though he couldn't help but roll his hips down on Penguin's. He had become quite horny already.

Penguin moaned softly at the friction between their crotches. "But… maybe… not at once. I mean you're not small, Kill. We gotta build up."

Killer chuckled. "Of course…" He wouldn't want to be the cause of any hurt or even discomfort to Penguin. "You mean like, with fingers, right?"

Penguin didn't meet his eyes. "Y-yeah… something like that," he mumbled.

Killer stared at him curiously. "Something else you had in mind?"

Penguin buried his face in his hands, obviously embarrassed. He groaned. "Oh my God, this is so awkward…"

Killer smiled at the sight beneath him. Penguin being obviously horny, but still incredibly embarrassed to talk about sex, must have been his favorite thing to watch. "It's not," he tried to reassure him. "Tell me."

Penguin looked at him through his fingers. "Okay, so… a few days ago, my father decided to have The Talk with me."

Killer snorted. Okay, yeah, that must have been awkward. Still, he didn't say anything and just softly removed Penguin's hands from his face.

"And he had bought me all sorts of stuff… like condoms and lube… but also… butt plugs… in different sizes." Penguin's voice had become quieter the further the sentence progressed, but Killer still heard him.

"Really?" Killer asked surprised. He was immediately thinking of the conversation he'd had with Law, where the latter had told him to go as slow as possible, where he had just been short of telling him to never have sex with Penguin, and now he was giving Penguin all these kinds of things? He could not imagine his own father doing that ever, even if he was expecting Killer to have sex as soon as he had a girlfriend, apparently. Killer guessed his father hadn't read that magazine Penguin was talking about earlier.

"Yeah…" Penguin looked him in the eyes. "So… like, maybe… use those?"

Killer leaned down and started kissing Penguin's neck. "That sounds like a plan."

Penguin gasped, and moaned softly as Killer kissed his neck, every so often using a bit of tongue, but making sure not to leave any hickeys this time. Well… one maybe. He sucked hard at the base of his boyfriend's neck.

"Ahh," Penguin moaned. "Killer…" he said in a slightly complaining tone.

"Hm, what? No one will know I did it." Killer smirked against his skin as he started unbuttoning the shirt Penguin was wearing. "At least no one who will care."

"Uh, yeah, my dad will know," Penguin protested. "He'll know I was here, and he might tell your dad."

Killer looked up at that. "He wouldn't. He promised not to tell him."

"Yeah, well, he might if he gets really pissed." Penguin sighed. "And believe me, if he finds out I skipped school to be with you, he'll be super pissed."

Killer looked at Penguin's neck, while he continued unbuttoning the shirt. "It isn't too bad, and probably low enough that you can cover it with your shirt." He was confident that the hickey wouldn't cause any problems, and started slowly kissing the chest he revealed. "Now, let's get back to those butt plugs… Did you bring them with you?" he asked as he opened the last button.

Penguin was still blushing. "…Yes. They're downstairs in my bag."

Killer smirked. "Do you want to get them?" He had never actually seen one in real life, and was kind of curious. "If you want… we could start with a finger, and slowly build up, see how far we get." Killer was studying Penguin's face carefully. "If you're up for it now."

Penguin looked at him with sparkling eyes, and a smirk crept up his face. "I'm definitely up for it."

Killer moved aside so that Penguin could get up, who wasted no time and ran downstairs to get his backpack. Killer followed his cute little ass with his eyes until it was out of his sight. He still couldn't believe Penguin had just suggested going all the way. And bottoming, for that matter. Killer had been more relieved at that than he had wanted to let Penguin know. Sure, Penguin had said they should try it both ways, and in theory Killer agreed with that. He agreed they should try it both at least once, to make sure what they'd like best, and that would only be fair. But at the same time Killer really didn't like the idea of something up his ass. He'd still try it, of course; he wasn't a coward, and he owed it to Penguin. But he was just really glad Penguin was okay with bottoming first. Apparently, he didn't have the same reservations. Maybe he even liked the idea? Killer could hardly imagine it, but he sure hoped that was the case.

He suddenly got a little nervous. What if Penguin wouldn't like it? Killer couldn't fuck this up. If his boyfriend wouldn't like it, he might never want to bottom again.

His nerves couldn't get a chance to blossom, however, as Penguin quickly returned with his bag. He took his previous place on the bed next to Killer again, and dropped his backpack between them. The first thing he took out was a bottle, which he placed in Killer's hand.

Killer looked at it. Water based lubricant. They were really going to do this, weren't they?

Next, Penguin took out a box of condoms and placed them on the side of the bed. "We might not need these yet, but… just in case…" He smiled shyly at Killer. Then he reached into the bag again. After some rummaging around, he pulled back his hand, three black butt plugs between his fingers.

Killer looked at them and then reached out to take them from Penguin's hand. They build up in size, just as Penguin had said. The smallest one was only slightly bigger than his finger, and the biggest one had probably more or less the same girth as Killer's dick. They felt quite soft to the touch, which surprised him a little. "Did you… ever try them out yourself already?"

Penguin didn't immediately answer, and when Killer looked up at his face, he saw that he'd become quite red again. "I… eh… maybe?"

Killer smirked as the image of Penguin enjoying the plugs formed in his head. God, he really wanted to see that for himself. "All of them?"

"No! Just… just the smallest one," Penguin admitted.

Killer leaned forward and started kissing Penguin's chest again. "And… did you like it?" He could feel Penguin's heart beat loudly in his chest.

Penguin gasped. "Yes."

Hmm, that's good, Killer thought. He laid the lube and the butt plugs aside for a moment, and used his hand to rub the bulge in Penguin's pants, while he didn't stop kissing his chest. Penguin started softly moaning again. Killer wanted to just get on with it, get Penguin naked, but he knew his boyfriend didn't like it when Killer still had all his clothes on, so, with his free hand he started pulling up his own shirt. Within a few seconds, he had pulled it over his head, and threw it aside. The moment it was gone, he resumed his activities of kissing and caressing Penguin. He needed only two fingers to pull the cord of the sweatpants loose, all the while palming the erection hidden in them.

After a few more seconds of playing with Penguin like that, Killer was becoming impatient again, and tugged the pants down, together with Penguin's boxers – he didn't want to waste any more unnecessary time. When they were gone, Killer looked down at his boyfriend. God, he would never get enough of seeing Penguin in all his excited glory. He dipped his head down and let his tongue run from the base to the tip of Penguin's cock.

"Kill!" Penguin said, managing a somewhat warning tone through the arousal.

Killer looked up at him, wondering what was wrong. Then he remembered what they'd talked about. "Oh yeah, sorry." Ugh, condoms were such a bother. "But that's not what we were going to do anyway." He studied Penguin's face while he slowly started stroking him, having to restrain himself not to bring his mouth towards the hard cock in his hand. It just felt so good to have Penguin's dick in his mouth, it might be becoming a little bit of an addiction to him. "We don't need to use a condom if I promise to keep my mouth away from your cock, right?"

Penguin nodded, and was breathing hard. "Yeah, that's… that's fine."

Killer licked his lips. "Do you… want me to use my finger now?" Killer asked to make sure he wasn't doing anything Penguin wasn't really ready for yet. But Penguin nodded again.

Killer let go of Penguin's erection, grabbed the bottle of lube, and tried to remember all that the biology teacher had said, several weeks ago. Something about always using lube, some rings of muscles, stretching, and the prostate… Yeah, Killer thought he knew the main things. He could do this. He poured some lube into his hand, and after putting the bottle aside, he started spreading it, and coating his fingers. He had no idea if this was enough, but his fingers felt all slimy and slick, so he guessed he was good.

He looked at Penguin again, and smiled, trying not to let his nerves win. It helped that he was horny as fuck, and Penguin was so obviously in the same state. He pushed Penguin's legs a little higher. "Can you keep your legs up for me?" he asked, and Penguin bit his lip as he did so. Fuck, what a sight to behold. "Tell me if it doesn't feel good, if you want me to stop or do something differently, okay?"

"Yeah," Penguin breathed.

Killer brought the middle finger or his left hand towards Penguin's entrance, and slowly pushed inside. He felt the muscles around his finger tighten, as Penguin breathed in sharply. Killer looked at his face for a moment. Penguin didn't look in pain, but he also didn't look as if he was really enjoying it. Killer stopped about an inch in. "I think you gotta relax," he said softly.

Penguin nodded, and his body seemed to slowly get a little less tense when Killer pulled back, only to push in again, this time a little further. Suddenly, he felt Penguin's hand on his own unoccupied one. Without saying anything, Penguin guided Killer's hand towards his dick, and wrapped his fingers around it.

Killer smiled as he got the hint, and started stroking him, while moving his finger out and back in again.

"Ohh, yeah… that's it," Penguin moaned.

"Yeah? Does it feel better when I'm touching your dick?" Killer asked, but he felt the answer in the relaxation of Penguin's body.

"Yes… oh, yes!"

Killer wasn't sure if it was an answer to his question or if Penguin was just voicing his pleasure. Probably both, he decided with a smirk.

He moved his finger in and out a few times, before it was buried completely inside him. Penguin started panting and moaning more and more, and Killer loved it when Penguin didn't hold back any sounds of pleasure. Killer kept moving both his hands for a little while, but then slightly changed the angle, to one that was a little more comfortable for him.

Penguin suddenly gasped surprised, and when Killer looked up, he saw that his eyes had widened. It was hard to tell if this was because of something bad, or something extremely good. Killer carefully tried to move his finger in the same angle again, his other hand temporarily forgotten, and Penguin moaned loudly. So it was good then.

Killer smirked as he did it again. "Did I just–"

DING-DONG!

The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. Killer froze in place, his finger buried knuckle deep inside Penguin. He looked terrified at his boyfriend, who was breathing heavily, but looked just as shocked back.

Still, the arousal didn't leave his eyes, and after Penguin had a moment to recover, he whispered, "Keep going… it's probably just a delivery man or a charity of some sort. Maybe Jehovah's Witnesses. They'll be gone in a moment."

Killer swallowed, and slowly pulled his finger back. Penguin was probably right. Besides, it wasn't like Killer could open the door for anyone anyway, since it was locked, and his father had his keys. "Only if you keep quiet," he whispered back, and he was about to push in again, when–

DING-DONG!

Killer frowned. They were persistent.

DINGE-DING-DONG!

Very persistent. Killer pulled his hands back completely. "Sounds urgent…" he whispered.

"It's not like you can open the door, right?" Penguin asked, also making sure to stay as quiet as possible.

"No, but…" Killer was kind of wondering who it could be. He got up from the bed and walked towards his window, to carefully peak outside, in the hope he would be able to see a delivery van, or something that would hint at who was at the front door.

He froze when he saw the car parked in front of his house. It was a bright yellow Volkswagen New Beetle. Killer had seen the car before, and he knew exactly to whom it belonged.

"Uh… Peng? We've got a problem."

TBC~!

I wonder who would drive such a bright yellow car... 🙈

Thanks so much for your review, Cleokitty20! ❤