Chapter 47

As soon as Penguin closed the front door behind him, he felt himself be slammed into it, his body pinned down by Killer's, and Killer's hot mouth on his. Penguin moaned into the kiss. Fuck yeah, this was what he wanted.

Both of them ignored Bepo's barking at first, but when it turned into growling, Penguin broke the kiss and looked at the dog, annoyed. Bepo was standing two feet away from them with bared teeth. "Hey, Bepo, no!" Penguin spoke sternly. "This is Killer, remember, you like him!"

Killer chuckled, but still held Penguin pressed between his body and the door. He brought his mouth up to Penguin's ear, and quietly said, "I think he doesn't want me to treat you so roughly."

Penguin gasped. "It's okay, Bepo. I like it," he admitted with a blush. Somehow that felt a little embarrassing to say out loud in front of both his boyfriend and his dog. Bepo's stance became less hostile, but he did seem to be judging Penguin.

Killer chuckled again, his mouth still next to his boyfriend's ear, the sound sending pleasurable vibrations through Penguin's body. Killer dipped his head down a little further and began kissing Penguin's neck, every now and then letting his teeth rake over the sensitive skin. With a quiet moan, Penguin let his head fall back to give Killer better access.

Killer hummed appreciatively and let his hands wander over Penguin's sides, towards his butt. "I wonder if Bepo will think it's a problem when I do this."

Penguin felt his butt being firmly grabbed, and the next moment, he was lifted from the ground. He let out a squeal in surprise. "Hey!" Penguin protested as Killer threw him over his shoulder and walked towards the living room with him.

"It's so easy to have a little Penguin you can just pick up and carry around," Killer teased him.

Penguin saw how Bepo looked cautiously at them, but when Penguin gave him a reassuring smile, he walked back to his bed, seeming at least a little disappointed no one was going to take him for a walk. When Penguin was sure he had reassured his dog, he went back to protesting being carried around like a sack of potatoes. "Let me down, you jerk!" He slammed his fists down on Killer's back, without any intent to actually hurt him.

Killer's grip on his legs only increased. "No," he said, amusement evident in his voice. "Hold on tight," he added, right before he started climbing the stairs.

Penguin ceased his struggling, if only to make sure they wouldn't fall down the stairs – and maybe because he secretly didn't really mind being carried around by Killer.

Once they were upstairs, Killer made his way towards Penguin's room, and took his time close the door behind him, all while still keeping Penguin draped over his shoulder. Only when he'd reached the bed, he put Penguin down again, placing him on top of the mattress with a soft thud.

Killer put his tongue down Penguin's throat immediately, and Penguin didn't complain. He loved it that Killer was so horny and just took what he wanted. He should do that more often.

Killer was devouring him, while pressing his own body down on Penguin, letting him know exactly how turned on he was. Fuck, it made Penguin just as horny, very quickly. He began tugging on Killer's shirt, and Killer only broke the kiss for a short moment, so that Penguin could pull it over his head. Penguin's own shirt quickly followed.

Penguin immediately started fiddling with the opening of Killer's pants, and as soon as he'd zipped it open, he let his hand slip inside the garment. His fingers quickly found the bulge in his underwear, and Penguin squeezed the clothed erection softly, making Killer moan.

"Fuck, Peng, I want you so badly." Killer stared into his eyes, his blue irises dark with lust.

Penguin licked his lips, while he kept palming Killer's dick. "How do you want me?"

Killer moaned softly. "I… Do you want to continue what we started last week?"

Penguin bit his lip. "Yeah…" He reached out his hand and pulled the drawer of his nightstand open. Letting his hand wander around in it, without looking away from Killer, he first found the bottle of lube. He took it out and tossed it on the bed. Then he went for the next items, but his fingers hit something bigger than he went for. Realizing what it was, his eyes widened as he thought of something. He slowly felt his face become red. "I… I didn't douche, though. I mean, I didn't know we had time for ourselves to begin with, so I didn't prepare for that…"

Killer studied his face. "Do you think it's necessary? I mean, I'm not bothered by it if it's more or less clean."

Penguin's face was bright red by now. He so didn't want to think about this during sexy times, let alone talk about it! "I don't know…" He pulled both his hands back. "Maybe I should go to the toilet real quickly, just to make sure." He had read somewhere that you should wait at least half an hour after douching before you had sex, so that wasn't really an option right now, if they didn't want Law to interrupt them again, but at least Penguin could make sure it was mostly clean down there. If only to put himself at ease.

Killer nodded. "Okay." He rolled off of Penguin. "I'll be waiting when you get back."

Penguin smirked more confidently than he felt. "It'd better be naked."

Chuckling, Killer answered, "Of course."

Penguin quickly escaped his bedroom to go to the bathroom. He pulled down his pants and underwear, and sat down on the toilet, where he hid his face in his hands. He stifled a frustrated groan. Dammit, just when things were going well, this had to come up. Why hadn't he douched this morning, just in case? Ugh, this was such a mood killer!

Since his dick was already mostly soft again, Penguin used the opportunity to at least empty his bladder completely. When he felt like nothing more was needed, he got a moist tissue from the package near the toilet and wiped his butt with it. Examining the tissue, he concluded that it was clean. A sigh escaped his lips. Maybe he had been worried for nothing. Still, he had to check the inside as well.

He threw the wipe away and pulled open the cabinet where his dad kept all his products. Turning around a few bottles, he was mildly disturbed that his hunch was right when he found a small bottle of lube. Deciding not to think about it too much, he put a few drops on his finger and quickly placed the bottle back. Positioning himself on the toilet again, Penguin carefully pushed his finger inside himself. He wiggled around a little, realizing how it felt so much better when Killer did it, and then pulled out again. He studied his finger. Clean. Thank God.

Penguin quickly flushed the toilet, pulled up his boxers, and washed his hands. He decided to leave his pants on the bathroom floor, and went back to his bedroom again. "We're good to go," he announced when he opened the door.

Once inside, however, he stopped in his tracks when he saw the sight that greeted him. Killer lay on his side on Penguin's bed, popped up on his left elbow, his right knee up, stark naked, and his right hand wrapped around his own erection, stroking it ever so slowly.

Penguin swallowed hard, and was suddenly overcome with the desire to draw him. Not now, though, he had to remind himself. Now they had better things to do. But at a later time…. "Can I draw you like this some time?"

Killer snorted. "Isn't that like, my text?" He smirked. "Draw me like one of your French girls."

Penguin blinked owlishly at him. "What? What French girls?"

"Seriously?" Killer said, almost sounding a little offended. "Know your classics, Peng."

Only then Penguin realized Killer had been making a reference to something. Well, they could talk about that later. "I'm glad at least one of us wasn't taken out of the mood," he said teasingly, since Killer still kept stroking his erection.

Killer chuckled. "Come here," he said. "I'll get you right back into the mood."

As Penguin walked towards him, Killer let go of himself and sat up. He moved to the edge of the bed and when Penguin stood in front of him, he looked up. "You're gorgeous."

Penguin blushed slightly, not having expected that compliment. "Shut up, I'm nothing compared to you."

"Peng," Killer spoke sternly, "I don't want me, I want you. If I tell you you're gorgeous, you believe me, okay?"

Penguin smiled shyly, butterflies flying around in his chest. "Okay."

"That's more like it." Penguin felt Killer's fingers on his hips, and with one swift movement, Killer pushed down his boxers. Moving back a little, he admired the naked boy in front of him, and nodded satisfied. "Come sit on my lap, gorgeous."

Penguin's breath hitched at that invitation – no, it was almost a command. Penguin gladly obeyed. He eyed Killer's cock for a moment, and wondered how it would be to sit that far on his lap. He couldn't wait, to be honest, but he knew he had to. So, he sat down a little further back, straddling Killer's thighs.

He gasped when Killer started kissing his chest, and closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. Killer's tongue ran over his nipple, and a bolt of pleasure went through his body. Killer did it again, and again, and fuck, it felt so good. Then Killer's mouth went up again, and he started kissing and softly biting down Penguin's neck, while his fingers caressed Penguin's back, the touch lightly, but so intimately.

Killer's lips moved towards his jaw, and he kissed his way up to Penguin's lips, where he caught him in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, they were both panting.

"You in the mood again?" Killer asked teasingly.

Penguin pretended to think about that for a bit. "A little," he lied.

Killer smirked, and let his tongue run over Penguin's bottom lip, before biting down on it. While doing this, he had wrapped his fingers around Penguin's erection, and he slowly started to move his hand up and down. "Your dick says, 'a lot'." Then he took his own cock into his hand as well, and started stroking them together.

"Ahh, fuck," Penguin moaned. "My dick is right."

"Hmmm, I thought so." Killer's free hand grabbed the lube bottle, uncapped it, and placed it in Penguin's hand. Penguin took the bottle from him without thinking, and Killer smirked at him as he held up his hand, the other one still stroking them.

Penguin got the hint and poured a fair amount of lube onto Killer's hand. He watched while Killer brought both his hands together, letting go of their dicks only for a moment to coat his fingers well, and then he brought his left hand, now slick with lube back towards their erections.

Oh shit, that felt even better. Penguin had closed his eyes in pleasure, and so, missed the fact that Killer had brought his other hand towards his back, until he felt a finger sneak between his butt cheeks, the lube cold for just a second. Killer let the finger rub over his entrance for a few moments, making Penguin gasp. How could this already feel so good?

Then Killer pushed one digit inside. "Ohhh!" Penguin threw his head back, and Killer didn't wait long before he slowly started moving in and out.

"You like that?" He asked Penguin. His own breathing had become heavy and filled with pleasure as well.

"Fuck, yes." Penguin couldn't help himself, and started rocking his hips softly.

Killer let out a quiet moan. "Look at you, Peng, you're doing all the work. I could just hold my hands still and you'd be fucking both of them."

Penguin bit his lip. "I love your hands."

Killer chuckled, but kept moving his hands with Penguin's rhythm for a while. "I just…" he said after a little while. "I can't reach very deep like this." He pulled both his hands back.

Penguin wanted to protest because of the loss of contact on both fronts, but Killer grabbed his hips and flipped him over, so he was lying with his back on the bed. He spread Penguin's legs and sat down between them, and Penguin helped him get better access by pulling his knees up.

Without warning, Killer pushed his finger in again, burying it as far as possible inside him, and Penguin breathed in sharply. While Killer kept moving, it began to feel so good! He set an easy rhythm, but Penguin noticed he changed the angle slightly every now and then, as if he was trying to find the best one, until–

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" Penguin cried out when Killer brushed against that sweet spot inside him. His eyes had snapped open, and he stared at Killer.

Killer looked back at him, a victorious smirk slowly taking over his face. "Yes?" he moved his finger in the same angle again. "Like that?"

Again, and again he brushed over the right spot. "Ahh, fuck yeah. That feels amazing," Penguin answered him.

Killer stared hungrily at him, his mouth slightly open, as he kept moving his finger in and out at that same heavenly angle. "If you are ready for something bigger, let me know."

Penguin moaned softly. This felt so good, he didn't want it to stop. But at the same time, he really wanted something bigger. He grabbed the smallest butt plug from the nightstand – dimly realizing Killer must have taken them out of his drawer while he was in the bathroom – and coated it with lube. Then he held it out to Killer.

Killer smiled and took it from him. After letting his finger brush over Penguin's prostate one more time, he pulled out, and replaced the finger with the slightly bigger plug. He pushed it slowly in, but Penguin was so relaxed already, that it took no effort, and within no time it was sucked in completely. Penguin let out a soft moan as the biggest part passed the ring of muscles.

He noticed Killer staring mesmerized at his butt. "Let's try that again." Killer mumbled, and he pulled the plug out again and pushed it back in. Penguin moaned again.

Killer looked him over with hungry eyes. "Does that feel good?" Penguin nodded. "But… it doesn't reach your prostate, does it?"

Penguin felt the plug shift slightly as Killer applied some more pressure on it. He shrugged. "I guess not? It still feels good though."

Killer sucked thoughtfully on his lip. "Do you want me to try two fingers?"

Penguin bit his lip and nodded before he'd given it a real thought. When he'd tried it on himself, two had been too much – and that were two of his own fingers, which were more slender than Killer's. But he felt like his body was more relaxed now, and he could relax even more if he didn't have to focus on putting the fingers in himself. Besides, if it would feel anywhere as good as how it had felt with one finger… Penguin was definitely willing to try it.

Killer smiled and held out his hand again. "Put some more lube on them, will you?"

Penguin did as he was asked, and as soon as his fingers were well coated again, Killer removed the plug and immediately replaced it with his fingers, giving Penguin no time to think about it. Penguin winced slightly as he felt his entrance stretch, but he forced himself to exhale deeply and relax into the feeling.

The fingers began to move, and it quickly felt better and better. Killer needed a few tries to find the right angle again, but Penguin made sure to let him know when he found it. He moaned loudly when he brushed against his prostate again. Fuck, it felt so good! He had never imagined it to feel this good. Fingering himself had felt good, especially when he jerked off at the same time, but he had never hit that sweet spot inside himself. This was something else entirely.

Penguin arched his back. "Holy fuck, Killer, you're so good at this…" Penguin moaned, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. "You make me feel… so good."

"Damn, Peng," Killer sounded out of breath too. "How can you be so hot?" He carefully leaned forwards, making sure not to change the angle of his fingers, and started kissing Penguin's belly. "And you know, I haven't even touched your dick for quite a while now."

Penguin moaned again when he realized that was true. But it felt so good even without that! Penguin completely lost himself in the pleasure of those fingers fucking him, and hitting his prostate again and again. Fuck, so good.

After a while he noticed that the movement of Killer's fingers became easier and there was less friction at his entrance. He grabbed the second plug and stammered, "I think… I think we can go bigger."

Killer looked up. "You sure you want that, and not a third finger?"

Penguin nodded. "I think three might be a bit too much for now." He put some lubricant on the butt plug and handed it to Killer. Penguin was curious to find out what it would feel like, since he hadn't tried the middle-sized plug yet.

He felt Killer pull back his fingers back and then the plug was pressed against his entrance. The pressure slowly build up, making Penguin moan softly, but before it was pushed in completely, Killer pulled it back with a smirk, and started again. He did this twice, before letting it disappear into Penguin until the flared base.

Penguin gasped in pleasure as he felt the plug being pushed in completely. This one was definitely bigger than the first one. A little wider, but also a little longer. When Killer put some more pressure on it, pushing it in as deep as possible and slightly adjusting the angle, Penguin could feel the tip just teasing his prostate. "Shit," Penguin breathed as he threw his head back. With every little movement of his body, he could feel the plug shift.

Suddenly, he felt Killer's lips placing light kisses on his stomach, slightly tickling him – the hair falling down around Killer's face didn't help. Penguin squirmed a little, and felt the plug move again. He let out a breathy moan. Penguin could feel his boyfriend smirk against his skin, and then Killer pulled his head back.

He leaned back and over the edge of the bed, and Penguin watched as he reached out to his pants that lay discarded on the floor. His hand disappeared into his pocket, and when it came out, it held two things. A condom, and a hair tie.

Penguin got a little startled when he saw the condom, as he was not ready for that yet. They were only at the second plug, after all, and no matter how badly he wanted Killer's dick, they couldn't do that before they reached the third plug, or at least three fingers. However, to Penguin's relief, Killer placed the condom to the side of the bed, and seemed solely focused on the hair tie, as he put his hair into a messy bun. Penguin watched, biting his lip, as Killer put his hair up.

Killer smirked at him. "I love how this is becoming a trigger for you."

Penguin snorted. "Yeah, you like getting me aroused for no reason at all in public places?"

"Absolutely," Killer confirmed. Then he leaned down again and started a trail of kisses up from Penguin's stomach to his chest, letting his tongue play with Penguin's nipple while he was at it. At the same time, he pushed softly against the base of the plug, making it shift slightly.

"Ahh, fuck, Killer," Penguin moaned, arching his back.

"Hmm." Killer moved a little further up, put his hand on Penguin's side and kissed the corner of his mouth, their bodies pressed together, creating a little friction between both their erections. "I think we should stop at this size for today."

"What?" Penguin said surprised. "But–"

"We don't have to rush, do we?" Killer kissed him fully on his lips this time.

"No, but…" Penguin started to protest, "don't you want…"

"Of course, I want to, Peng," Killer bucked his hips, creating some more friction. "I want nothing more than to fuck you, but it can wait until next time. We shouldn't push your limits. Get used to this size first."

Penguin barely registered Killer's hand rummaging around next to him, but when Killer made his way down towards his crotch again, he had one of Penguin's condoms between his fingers. He carefully ripped the package open and tossed the wrapping aside. Penguin saw his eyes follow it for a moment, before Killer looked back at him and smirked. "Don't forget to throw that away later," he joked.

Penguin gasped loudly when Killer placed the condom over his dick and started to roll it down. Fuck, everything was so sensitive right now… As if he'd gotten twice as many nerve endings.

As soon as the condom was in place, Killer let his tongue run from the base of Penguin's cock to the tip. Penguin moaned at the sensation, but forced himself to keep watching. That is how he didn't miss the look of slight disgust that crossed Killer's face for just a second, before he straightened his face again.

Penguin burst out laughing – which felt really weird with that plug buried inside him. "You hate it, don't you?"

Killer looked up at him, seeming a little annoyed that Penguin had noticed, but then he wetted his lips and took the tip of Penguin's cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times, making Penguin moan loudly. Shiiitt, this was so good!

When Killer released his dick from his mouth, he smirked. "I don't hate it, but I have to admit your dick tastes a lot better without condom."

"Well, you know what to do about it…" Penguin said half-teasingly. He had to admit, it felt a little better without condom too, but he wouldn't say that out loud, afraid Killer would just pull the whole thing off and suck him without it after all.

Killer grunted, but already had his mouth around Penguin's dick again, taking him as deep as he could.

"Fuck!" Penguin cried out. Oh shit! So. Fucking. Good. He clenched his butt around the plug while Killer kept sucking his dick. "Oh my god, Killer!" Penguin arched his back in pleasure. Shiiit, this was too much. He couldn't keep this up for long.

"Wait… Wait, stop…" Penguin said between moans. "Killer… stop!"

Reluctantly, Killer let his dick slip out of his mouth. "Why? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No!" Penguin was quick to answer. "You're doing it too right. But… you're ignoring your own needs."

Killer chuckled. "Sucking your dick is fulfilling my own needs perfectly well."

Penguin shook his head. "That's not what I mean." He moved to the side to make some room for Killer. "Lay down on your back, I've got an idea."

"But –" Killer started to protest.

"You can go suck my dick again in a minute, I promise." Penguin sat up and watched his boyfriend lay down on his back as he had asked.

"As long as you promise…" Killer said with a cheeky smile.

Penguin got on all fours and leaned towards the foot end of the bed, where Killer had placed the condom from his pants pocket earlier. He noticed that he was slowly getting used to the feeling of the plug buried inside him, even though he still very much felt it and enjoyed it. He grabbed the package and quickly removed the rubber from its confining. Turning towards his boyfriend's crotch, Penguin noticed Killer hadn't been lying about enjoying sucking his dick. He was still as rock hard as before. Penguin carefully rolled the condom down Killer's cock until it covered the whole thing. Then he leaned down and took it in his mouth.

He could hear Killer gasp as he started bobbing his head, but since his butt was next to Killer's head, he couldn't watch him. But that was okay for now. Penguin had other things in mind. After a few moments, he let go of Killer's dick. "How does that feel?" he asked teasingly. He knew it wasn't all that Killer wanted, and it wasn't all that Penguin had in mind, but they would get there eventually.

"Good," Killer panted. "It feels good. But Peng, my mouth is missing your cock."

Penguin chuckled. "So impatient…" he teased. But he was impatient as well. He carefully placed one leg on Killer's other side and shuffled backwards so his crotch should be somewhere above Killer's face. Penguin was sure his boyfriend would get the hint. He leaned down to take Killer's dick into his mouth again, and started licking and sucking it.

To his surprise, Penguin didn't feel Killer's hot mouth on his dick at first, but on his balls, sucking on one of them, and his nose buried just behind them. "Ahh," Penguin moaned around Killer's cock. Shit, that felt nice.

"Hmm, you like that?" Killer asked, letting his tongue run over the base of Penguin's cock towards his balls, sucking on the other one this time.

Penguin moaned again, but refused to let Killer's dick out of his mouth to give him a proper answer. He would not get distracted so easily; he wanted to make Killer feel good as well. While he was trying to focus on sucking Killer's cock, he felt Killer pull his hips a little closer, and then a hand was on his dick, guiding it towards Killer's mouth.

Oh, yes, Killer's mouth was so warm, so wet, so good! And his tongue! Fuck! Penguin didn't hold back his moans as he bobbed his head around Killer's cock. Shit, this was the best thing, sucking Killer off while his own dick was inside Killer's mouth, and a plug buried inside him.

Penguin's eyes widened when he felt a little more pressure on the plug, the angle in which it was inside him, changing slightly, making it brush against his sweet spot just the tiniest bit. "Aaahhh, fuh!" Penguin moaned around the dick in his mouth.

Killer kept applying pressure on the plug, while he sucked his dick as well as possible, moaning too. He bucked up his hips, probably without even noticing it, but almost choking Penguin with the movement. But Penguin honestly didn't mind. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he barely even felt the discomfort.

He pulled his head back just to say something. "Killer," it came out more as a moan. "I won't last much longer…"

"That's okay," Killer answered, after which he immediately let his mouth run up and down Penguin's length again. "You can let go."

Penguin's eyes rolled back as the pleasure build up. "I want you… ahh… to fuck my face… when I come." He immediately opened his mouth again and put his lips around Killer's cock. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus on the task at hand once his orgasm would wash over him. And the idea of Killer taking his own pleasure anyway, was incredibly hot to Penguin.

Killer moaned, not seeming to want to leave his cock again in favor of replying. Instead, he just softly bucked his hips.

Penguin opened his mouth as far as possible and tried to get as much of Killer's dick inside for as long as he still had any control over it. But the sensation of Killer's mouth on him, combined with the pressure on the plug made him see stars and it soon became too much. His jaw went slack, and his eyes rolled back as far as they could when the pleasure took hold of him and seemed to bring him to another plain of existence. "Ahhh – aahhh!" He trembled, and his world went white. He barely registered anything for several long seconds.

When he slowly came back down to earth, the first thing he felt was Killer's dick, moving in and out of his mouth, rubbing over his tongue with quick, short thrusts. The next thing he noticed, were his own tired limbs, doing their best to keep his body from crashing down. Coming down from his high some more, Penguin slowly found his focus back, and started to move his head in time with Killer's thrusts, forcing him deeper down his throat. He tried to ignore his gag reflexes, finding it less important than Killer reaching his climax.

"Fuck, Peng!" Killer moaned, but Penguin was happy to see he didn't stop thrusting into his mouth. "Shit!" His thrust became slower, but deeper, making Penguin full on gag, but neither of them seemed to care, as Killer reached his orgasm with a loud moan.

As soon as Penguin was sure his job was done, he lifted his left leg to pull it over Killer's head, and let his body crash down the mattress next to his boyfriend, panting loudly. "Holy shit," he said after several seconds filled with just their breathing. "That was intense."

"Fuck," Killer agreed. "Peng… turn around."

"Can't," Penguin replied, letting his head rest against Killer's leg. "Too tired."

He heard Killer chuckle, and then the leg was gone. Killer turned himself around, quickly removing the condom from his dick, and he lay down next to Penguin, with his head on the foot end of the bed as well. Penguin realized he had to remove his own protective rubber as well, and tiredly put it somewhere behind him on the bed.

Killer wrapped his arm around Penguin and pulled him close. "Was it that good?"

"Are you kidding me?" Penguin laughed. "That was amazing." He kissed Killer's lips. "And… thank you for obliging me at the end… without asking if I was okay or saying you were sorry."

Killer licked his lips and smirked. "Next time… I want to see your face when I do that."

Penguin bit his lip and grinned widely. The fact that Killer wanted there to be a next time of him fucking Penguin's face, pleased Penguin immensely. It meant Killer hadn't felt uncomfortable doing it, as Penguin had half feared. It meant they were finally getting somewhat on the same wavelength of how they liked doing things.

He nestled his head into the crook of Killer's neck. "Let's take a nap."

Killer chuckled. "It's ten to six."

"Ten minutes…" Penguin said sleepily. He didn't want his father to walk in on them again, but he really wanted to get some rest in Killer's arms. He didn't have the energy to stand up yet.

Killer let his hand run over Penguin's back, and placed a kiss on his forehead. "You still have to remove that plug," he reminded him softly.

"Oh yeah… after the nap."

Killer chuckled again. "Okay… ten minutes."

Penguin was gone within in seconds.

When Killer had parked his bike in the shed at his house, not much later, and walked towards the front door, he just heard the door fall shut. When he looked up, he saw a familiar dark-haired man walking away from the house.

Killer frowned in surprise. "Law?" he said, not hiding the fact that he hadn't expected to see Penguin's father here.

"Hey, Killer," Law greeted him with a nod, not seeming to think it was weird for him to be there.

Still, Killer thought it was. He was a little suspicious of it. What business did Law have at his home? Killer decided to voice his thoughts. "What are you doing here?"

A smirk crept up Law's face. "Your dad," he said.

Killer's frown deepened. His dad what?

Law seemed to be studying him, narrowing his eyes and slightly cocking his head, looking a little surprised himself. "… and I had something to discuss," he finished his sentence.

Killer was confused. What was with that weird ass long pause? And what did they have to talk about? Oh God, Law didn't tell his father about Penguin's visit last week, after all, did he? Or tell him about their relationship? "What did you have to discuss?" Killer asked, and he heard the fear in his own voice.

Law chuckled, and shook his head. "Adult stuff, I won't bore you with it."

"You didn't tell him about… Penguin, did you?" Killer made sure to lower his voice before he spoke Penguin's name, just in case his father could hear them through an open window somewhere.

But Law shook his head reassuringly. "I didn't. But I still think you should."

Killer averted his eyes. "I will… someday."

"I mean, if Penguin is the love of your life, you will have to tell him at some point…" Law said teasingly.

Killer blushed. God, why had he said that to Law? "I told you… someday. I just have to find the right moment…" Killer knew that moment would probably be years away, but he didn't feel the need to tell Law that.

Law nodded, seeming satisfied by that answer. "Of course… but the wedding is not the right moment."

Killer turned a deeper shade of red. He got the feeling Law was making fun of him, and he didn't like it. "Shut up," he mumbled, and wanted to continue walking towards his house.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Law spoke sharply.

Killer didn't dare repeat himself. "Nothing. I gotta go. See you."

As he walked away, Killer could hear Law chuckle. "Yeah, later."

As soon as Killer had left and Penguin had regained some energy, he had taken Bepo for a quick, long overdue walk, and now he sat on the couch with a schoolbook in his lap, but he wasn't able to concentrate on anything. He didn't even remember which subject he had taken out of his bag, his head still a little foggy because of the mind-blowing orgasm he'd had. Shit, it had felt so good, he could only imagine how good it would be if it was Killer's dick, entering him, instead of a butt plug.

Penguin only noticed he was biting his lip, when he heard the front door open and close. He quickly straightened his face, and by the time his father had hung up his coat, taken off his shoes, and walked towards the living room, Penguin looked focused at his book. At least that was what he was going for, as he still had no idea about the content of the book.

When he noticed Law was standing in the doorway, watching him, he looked up. "Had fun?" he asked his father, his voice dripping with annoyance. He didn't want to know if Law had had fun, and he wanted to make sure his father knew that.

Law cocked his head as he stared at him. "You didn't tell Killer."

Penguin raised his eyebrows, glad his father didn't answer his question, but confused by what he meant. "I didn't tell him what?"

"About Eustass and me," Law clarified.

"It's weird you call him Eustass," Penguin told him. "Killer's name is Eustass as well. Just call him by his first name. He told even me not to call him Mr. Eustass, so…" Penguin's eyes widened as he heard how 'Mr. Eustass' sounded from his mouth. It was almost the same as it sounded it his father's mouth. "Oh, gross. That's why he doesn't want me to call him that."

Law chuckled. "He never complains when I call him Mr. Eustass."

Nope. Penguin had been wrong. It sounded way worse in his father's mouth. "I don't wanna know."

"Anyway," his father continued more seriously. "You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't ask a question."

Law sighed, and Penguin felt like he was successfully annoying his father. Well, he should be clearer. If he wanted an answer, he should ask a question, it was not that hard.

"Why didn't you tell Killer about me and his father?" Law reformulated the sentence.

"Because it's fucking awkward, that's why," Penguin explained. "How did you know I didn't tell him anyway? Did he walk in on you?" Even though he didn't wish that on Killer, it would put them on even footing, considering that time Penguin had walked in on the sounds of them having sex. A shiver went down his spine when he remembered it. He wanted to forget that memory so badly.

His father chuckled. "Not really. He walked in on me walking away from their home, and he didn't seem to have a clue why I was there. Didn't even seem to realize it when I quite literally told him."

Penguin stared at his father in horror. "You told him you were there to fuck his dad?"

Law smirked. "Pretty much, yeah. I mean, I only told him because I assumed he knew about us, but apparently, he didn't. I managed to give a twist to my words, so it didn't become too awkward, though."

"Dad! Oh my God! Don't say things like that to him!" Penguin pulled his cap further over his head. "You'll scar him!"

"Don't be so dramatic." Law frowned.

"I'm not! You know how awkward I feel about the whole situation?" Penguin couldn't believe his father. "I mean, how do you even suppose I told him? 'Hey, Kill, you know our dads are having sex'? Ugh, I'm gonna throw up."

Law snorted. "Well, when you put it like that…"

A silence fell, and Penguin saw that as the end of their conversation, but Law kept standing in the doorway. He crossed his arms, and after a few moments, he coughed a little awkwardly. Penguin raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. What could his father possibly feel awkward about? He didn't think he wanted to find out.

"So…" Law started after a minute or so of silence. "Uhm, Saturday, you're eating alone."

Penguin looked suspiciously at him. "Okay…" He knew his father didn't have to work this weekend, since he only had to work one weekend a month and that had been last week already. "Why? Where are you going?"

Law looked at him and clicked his tongue thoughtfully before he answered. "I have a date."

Penguin looked surprised at him. "A date?" he repeated. "With Kid?"

"Yeah," his father confirmed.

Penguin snorted. "A date? Like, an actual date? Dinner by candlelight and such?"

Law pulled a face. "Can't imagine the candlelight, but yeah, he wants to take me out to dinner."

"What happened to 'it's just casual sex'?" Penguin quoted his father in the stupidest way he could manage. He rolled his eyes for good measure.

Law shrugged. "We decided to see if it can become more."

"Wow," Penguin said, quasi-impressed. But actually, he was kind of relieved. For some reason, the idea of his father dating Kid was a lot less awkward than the idea of his father having sex with Kid on multiple occasions. Even though Penguin realized that if they would start dating, that wouldn't mean they would stop having sex. The contrary, probably.

Penguin's phone began to vibrate in its place on top of his schoolbook, and he looked down. The screen showed he was being called from a number he hadn't saved and wasn't familiar with, so he clicked to ignore it, and looked back at his dad. "I'm not going to call him stepdad any time soon, though." He shook his head. "Or like, ever. You could get married for all I care, he'll not become my stepdad."

Law snorted. "Chill, it's just a date. We're not like you and Killer, claiming we're in love after one week."

Penguin wanted to protest it had been a month, not a week, but he decided to keep his mouth shut, as it would probably not matter to his father.

Law looked over his shoulder towards the kitchen. "I should start on dinner." Penguin's phone started to vibrate again, and his father cast a look at it. "Maybe you should get that."

Penguin looked at the screen again, and saw it was the same caller as a minute ago. He became kind of curious who it could be. If they called twice in a row, it was probably important, and not some kind of scam or call center.

He waited until his father was out of sight, before he answered the call. "Hello?"

It was quiet on the other side of the line, though Penguin could hear some background noise, which was too vague to make out. Maybe the caller hadn't heard him answer? "Hello, this is Penguin," he said. His father had told him never to give his full name on the phone if he didn't know the caller. "Who's this?"

The call was broken off almost immediately after he'd spoken. Penguin raised an eyebrow and looked at his phone. He hoped it wasn't some sort of criminal after all, but what could they do with just his name if he hadn't even given his surname?

Penguin shrugged. It was probably just someone who dialed the wrong number.

TBC~!

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