Chapter 52

"He wants to sleep over?"

Penguin swallowed, picking the next words to tell his father over the phone very carefully. Just 'yes' wouldn't do. "I want that too."

He heard his dad take a deep breath. "What do you think the answer to that question will be?"

Penguin clenched his hand around his phone. He would not accept no for an answer. "Something like 'sure, no problem'?" he tried innocently. "Just like all those times Shachi slept over?"

"That's different, and we both know it," Law said. "The answer is no."

"Oh, come on, dad, why is that different?" he tried, even though he knew very well why.

"Because Shachi's not your boyfriend."

"So what?" Penguin was getting desperate. "Isn't that what boyfriends do? Sleep over at each other's place?"

Law snorted. "Once you have your own place, maybe."

Penguin realized he wasn't getting anywhere, so he decided to try another tactic. "Aww, and there Ki– my boyfriend thought you were such a chill dad… I guess he was wrong." He saw Killer look surprised at him, but Penguin tried to ignore him. He needed his full focus on manipulating his dad.

He could almost hear Law raise his eyebrows. "Chill? Me? There's no way he actually thought that."

"Yeah, he said you were so accepting, and openminded…" It was not a lie, Killer had said that, once upon a time – before he really got to know Law. "But I guess you're just as conservative as most dads." Penguin thought himself pretty genius. If there was one thing Law hated to be called, it was conservative.

Law huffed offended, but was quiet for a little while after, seeming to think. "Fine," he eventually said. "He can sleep on the couch."

A victorious grin broke through on Penguin's face. Still, he didn't quite have what he wanted yet. "Aww, come on, it's not a sleepover if–"

"The couch, I said," Law interrupted. "Get that stupid look off your face, Mr. Eustass."

"We can put down the spare mattress in my room," Penguin suggested, ignoring the comment his father had directed to his date. "Just like we do when Shachi sleeps over."

"Fine!" Law said, though he didn't sound fine. "When I come home, I'd better see that second bed made, and if you're in your room, I want to see both of you in your own bed."

"Thanks dad, you're the best!" Penguin said happily. "Any idea how late you'll be home?"

His father sighed. "Not soon."

"Okay, have fun!" Penguin ended the call and looked at Killer, grinning and biting his lip in excitement. "You can stay!"

Killer was kissing him almost immediately, scooping him up from the floor and pressing him against the fridge. Penguin let out a soft moan, but then broke the kiss. "Wait, wait, we gotta make a bed for you in my room, so it looks like you won't sleep in my bed."

Killer chuckled and took a deep breath. "Yeah, of course. I should probably get some stuff from my home too. Like a toothbrush, and clean underwear, and such." He let go of Penguin. "What if I go get that really quickly and you start making that bed? Then we can focus on more important things when I get back." He winked at Penguin.

"Yes," Penguin said a little too quickly. "Gotta clean up the dishes as well though, or my father will start complaining about that."

"I'll be back as soon as possible and help you with whatever still needs to be done," Killer promised him.

"And don't forget to let your father know you won't be spending the night at home," Penguin reminded him.

Killer nodded. "I think I'll wait with that for a moment. It would be too suspicious if I'd let him know right after he saw Law telling you you could have someone sleep over. I'll do that when I get back as well."

Not wasting any more time, Killer hopped onto his bike to get his things, while Penguin started cleaning up the dishes. When he was done, he gave Bepo some new food and water, and pulled the futon out of his closet where it was stored for guests. From another cabinet he got a spare duvet and pillow. He was just putting the covers on them, when Killer returned – Penguin had given him a key so he could put his bike inside the garage and make his way upstairs immediately.

He grabbed Penguin from behind, and pushed him forward, so they both fell down on the futon, entangled in the duvet and cover. Penguin let out a squeak as they fell.

Killer chuckled as he held Penguin close to him, and Penguin could feel his boyfriend's lips near his ear as he spoke. "I liked that sound. Think you can make it again for me?"

Penguin huffed. "No."

"No?" Killer repeated, and Penguin just knew he wouldn't accept that. "What if I do this?" Before Pegnuin could stop him, Killer's hands had gone to his side and started tickling him.

Despite himself, Penguin let out another high-pitched sound, before he tried to get Killer's hands off him. "No, stop!" he begged, while tears welled up in his eyes from laughter. "Please!" But Killer was relentless and kept tickling him.

After a struggle that left him breathless, Penguin managed to get on top of Killer, straddling his hips as his boyfriend lay on his back, Killer's hands pinned on each side of him on the mattress. Penguin stared down on Killer with a quasi-angry look. "For someone who's asked my consent multiple times, you really don't listen when I tell you to stop."

Killer just smirked back. "When it comes to tickling you, I don't need consent."

Penguin pouted angrily, and was thinking of a way to let go of Killer's hands so he could use at least one of his own to return the favor to Killer. However, it already took all his power to keep them both down using two hands; there was no way he could hold both Killer's wrists in one.

"But I do like the view from down here," Killer said teasingly. "It's a very compromising position." He softly bucked his hips upwards to give his words some more emphasis.

All plans of tickling Killer disappeared immediately, as their previous plans came back to Penguin's mind. He bit his lip and carefully let go of Killer's wrists to sneak his hands underneath Killer's shirt as soon as he realized Killer wasn't going to tickle him anymore. "Yeah, one much more to my liking."

Killer closed his eyes for a second, seeming to enjoy the feeling of Penguin's fingers on his skin. Then he smiled. "You're so easy, Peng." Only after he had spoken, he opened his eyes again to look at his boyfriend. "I only have to hint at something sexy and you're ready to go."

Penguin blushed. Was he really? Yeah, maybe he was… but was it too easy? Was it a turn off for Killer? The smile on Killer's face made him believe it wasn't, so Penguin shrugged. "Easy?" He huffed offended, nonetheless. "I just know what I want."

Killer's smile became even wider. "I sometimes still can't believe it's me you want."

"Well, believe it," Penguin said, while he started to move the fabric of Killer's shirt up. "Because I'm only easy for you."

Killer chuckled. "I may hope so." He let Penguin pull his shirt over his head. "But… didn't you want to finish making the bed first?"

Penguin leaned down and started kissing Killer's naked chest. Yes, that's what he'd wanted, but the distraction was just too big. "Yeah…" he said absentmindedly, only focused on the skin beneath his lips.

"Come," Killer said, and he sat up, pushing Penguin backwards. He placed an arm around his waist so Penguin wouldn't fall back, and kissed him on the lips.

Penguin immediately placed his arms around Killer's neck so he could deepen the kiss. Fuck, he loved Killer, he loved kissing him, he loved holding him, and being held in his arms in return. Penguin softly rolled his hips, letting his boyfriend know how eager he was to continue.

Killer moaned softly into his mouth. "Peng… let's…" Penguin interrupted him by pushing his tongue into Killer's mouth again. "Let's…" he tried again a little later. When Penguin kissed him again, he softly pushed him back. "Fuck, Peng…"

"Yes…" Penguin agreed with what he knew Killer hadn't meant. "Let's fuck."

Before Penguin knew what hit him, Killer had pulled his legs underneath him, and threw Penguin with his back on the futon. Shit, if there was anything turning him on even more, it was Killer overpowering him like this. He gasped when his back hit the thin mattress with quite a force.

Killer seemed to realize his mistake too late. "Geez, Peng, let's make the bed first, okay, then we can fuck."

Penguin whined softly, but let Killer stand up, nevertheless. Killer was right, they'd better make sure everything was in order for when his father came home, and then they could completely focus on each other. After Killer gave him a look over, he reached out his hand, so Penguin could pull himself up.

"Okay…" he said in a way that made clear it wasn't what he preferred. Together, they put the cover on the duvet, and as Killer spread it out neatly over the futon, Penguin put the pillow into its cover.

When Penguin put the pillow down, Killer just put his phone away. "I texted my father," he informed his boyfriend. Then he walked to the door to pick up his bag where he had left it when entering the room. He took it with him and sat down on Penguin's bed. "So, I brought some toiletries and some clean clothes, but I eh… I also brought some more of these." He retrieved his hand from his bag, holding a box.

As Penguin took it from his hand, he smirked widely when he saw it was a box of condoms. "I like the way you think." Apparently, Killer had major plans for tonight, and Penguin could appreciate that.

Killer chuckled. "I just thought… we probably need them more at your home than at mine, so maybe I should stack some here as well."

Penguin smiled. "Good thinking." He put the box on his nightstand. "Now…" he said, taking the bag out of Killer's hands and putting it on the floor beside the bed. "Where were we?" He straddled Killer's lap.

Killer immediately wrapped an arm around him and kissed him. Penguin got so caught up in the kiss, that he was surprised when Killer suddenly stood up, lifting him in the process, turned around, and threw him with his back on the bed. Killer himself followed immediately, pressing his body against Penguin's and continuing their kiss.

Penguin moaned softly when he felt Killer's fingers sneak underneath his shirt. Killer didn't waste a lot of time teasing him with light touches, though, and he shortly broke the kiss to pull Penguin's shirt over his head. Their naked chests pressed together, while Killer's tongue roamed his mouth felt so good! Penguin wanted to feel more and more of his boyfriend.

Running his hands over Killer's back, he let them slip into the back of his pants, which were just wide enough to allow Penguin's fingers entrance, so he could knead the top of Killer's butt. This earned him a soft moan from Killer.

However, Killer did break their kiss, and moved his head down to kiss, lick, and nip Penguin's neck and chest, making Penguin arch his back in pleasure. His lips, his tongue, his teeth felt so nice! After a little while of Killer using his magical mouth to pleasure Penguin's chest, Penguin felt his boyfriend's hands linger on the brim of his pants.

Killer, kissing his way even lower, grunted softly. "We need to be naked," he stated. He didn't wait for an answer from Penguin, and unbuttoned his boyfriend's pants.

"Yes," Penguin answered breathily. "Couldn't agree more."

Killer quickly stripped him from his pants and underwear, and wasted no time, taking his own off quickly as well. He took his former position on top of Penguin, and kissed his chest again, starting at his nipple, and slowly making his way down to his stomach, making Penguin gasp. Fuck, Killer could make him feel so good; loved and wanted at the same time. Penguin let out a quiet moan when Killer placed a kiss on the shaft of his erection, and then another one, a little lower.

Killer sat up, and flipped his hair back, taking the hair tie that he wore around his wrist and starting to put up his hair. "When I'm out to my dad, we're going to get tested," he stated. "I hate that we have to get a condom every time I just want to take you into my mouth." He was done putting his hair in a bun and dove down again, this time placing a kiss right beside Penguin's erection.

Penguin felt his cock twitch, nonetheless, and bump softly against Killer's cheek. "When?" He repeated hopefully. "So that's not an 'if'?"

Killer placed another kiss near his dick and hummed. "Gotta tell him sometime. Because I'm not planning to get rid of you any time soon. But I'm not yet ready for that right now."

That sounded like progress, but fuck, Penguin's mind was too clouded by lust to fully register it. He moaned softly as Killer decided to tease the base of Penguin's cock with his tongue after all. "Tomorrow," Penguin said half teasingly.

Killer snorted and made his way up to bring his face level with Penguin's. "Not that fast! I'm gonna tell him when I'm ready. Not this week, not this month, probably. But… someday." He kissed Penguin, while slowly grinding his hips down to get some friction.

"But the sooner you tell him, the sooner you can get tested, the sooner you can suck my dick without condom again," Penguin said cheekily. He knew, of course, that they could very well get tested before Killer told his father, but since Killer had put that as a criterium, he might as well make use of it.

Killer let his tongue run over Penguin's lip. "That is a good incentive. But until then, I'll just have to deal with it." He let his left hand sneak between their bodies and wrapped it around Penguin's length. "There are other things I can still do without condom."

Penguin softly bucked his hips up when Killer started stroking him. "Ahh, yes." He let his own hand wander back to Killer's ass, now having better access, and squeezed it appreciatively.

Killer moaned quietly, and pulled the top drawer of Penguin's nightstand open. Penguin barely registered what he was doing, until Killer moved down again, taking his ass out of Penguin's reach, and moved so that Penguin's cock was uncovered, save for Killer's hand. A few drops of lube hit the heated skin of his erection almost before Penguin noticed the bottle in Killer's right hand.

He gasped. "That's cold!"

Killer chuckled, and started to spread the lube with his thumb, and then with the rest of his hand. "Not for long."

"Ahh shit, Killer, that feels so good," Penguin moaned at the feeling of Killer's slick hand stroking him. And Killer was right; after a few seconds the cold was completely gone.

"Hmm." Killer sounded pleased, but after a few more strokes, he took his hand away from Penguin's cock. "Let me know when it feels too good. I don't want you to come too soon."

Penguin only realized he had closed his eyes when he opened them again, to see that Killer had used his left hand to grab the lube bottle and pour some of the thick liquid into his right hand. "Yeah, I will," Penguin answered. He didn't want to come either, before Killer had a chance to actually fuck him.

Killer tossed the bottle aside and used both hands to spread the lube, before he brought his left hand back to Penguin's cock. "Good," Killer said, arousal clear in his voice. "'Cause I'm gonna fuck you tonight, whether you already came or not."

Penguin bit his lip hard. Fuck, he loved it when Killer talked like that. "You'd better."

The slick hand was back, stroking his cock, but this time Penguin kept watching, so he didn't miss it when Killer pushed his legs apart a little further and placed his other hand between his ass cheeks. Penguin gasped loudly when he felt the pressure of Killer's finger at his entrance, before he pushed in.

"Oh God, yes!" Penguin moaned.

Killer moved his finger in and out a few times. "Fuck, Peng, there's no resistance at all."

Penguin just moaned in reply. It felt so good. He could feel how easy it was for Killer to move in and out of him, but fuck, it felt so nice.

"I bet I could just…" Killer said, but he didn't finish his sentence.

"Ahh!" Penguin cried out when he felt Killer push two fingers in.

Killer studied his face carefully. "Are you okay?"

"Yess," Penguin immediately answered. "Fuck yes, just move."

As Killer started to move both his hands again, Penguin moaned loudly. Shit, Penguin hadn't exaggerated when he'd said Killer was good at all those things. Killer kept moving his hands for a while, and at a certain point, he changed the angle of his fingers so, that they brushed slightly against Penguin's prostate. It felt so nice.

"Fuck, Killer…" Penguin moaned when he felt the pleasure slowly build up. It was so fucking good. "I love you."

Killer chuckled. "You love the way I'm making you feel," he corrected his boyfriend.

Penguin was panting heavily. "That too."

Killer placed kisses on the inside of Penguin's thigh. Fuck, why did even that feel so good? His skin was so incredibly sensitive right now.

"Well, I love the way I'm making you feel too," Killer said between kisses. "I love the way you moan and whimper, the look on your face, and the way your body reacts to my touch." He kissed lower and lower. "And I love you too."

Fuck, Killer's words seemed to be an extra stimulus for Penguin, and part of him wanted to just give in to the pleasure, let it consume him completely. But he couldn't, he'd promised Killer. So, when after a while the pleasure threatened to become too much, he grabbed Killer's left wrist to still him.

Killer locked eyes with him for a moment, a smirk on his face. "Too much?" he asked, and then he let go of his dick, bringing Penguin's hand to his lips and kissing his knuckles one by one. His other hand didn't stop moving.

Penguin nodded, and his eyelids fluttered at the soft kisses on his hand. Even with the double stimulation gone, everything Killer did still felt so good.

Killer kept moving his fingers in and out of Penguin, brushing against his sweet spot every now and then, just not enough to drive him over the edge, but enough to keep him oh so relaxed and in heaven. "Peng," Killer said huskily. "Want to give me the middle plug, or do you think you can handle three fingers?"

Penguin gasped and bit his lip at the prospect. He needed only a short moment to think about it. "Fingers," he answered.

Killer smiled and grabbed the bottle of lube from the place he'd discarded it earlier. He removed his fingers, making Penguin immediately feel a little empty, and applied some more lubricant. Before Penguin could give it much thought, the fingers were back at his entrance, and slowly, three were pushed inside.

Fucking shit, that was a whole lot more pressure than Penguin was used to. It burned a little. The further Killer pushed them in, the more the burning feeling took over. Penguin involuntarily squeezed his eyes shut.

Suddenly, Killer pulled his fingers back. "Gimme the plug," he said calmly. "You want more than you can handle."

"I can handle it!" Penguin immediately protested. Even though he could admit the burning pressure hadn't felt all that great, he was convinced it would get better if they'd just continued.

Killer kissed his legs again, and pushed two fingers back inside. "Peng, remember what I said about loving the look on your face?"

Shit, okay, two did feel a little nicer than three, but he still did want more. He did want to get to the point where Killer could fuck him today. Besides, he felt like he could handle more too.

"I was talking about a look of pleasure, not one of pain." Killer smiled as he brushed against Penguin's prostate a few times. "Yes, like that."

Penguin moaned softly, but his hand was already in his drawer, fishing out the middle-sized butt plug. Fine, they'd build up slower, but he was set on getting there today. If it hurt again, he would do his best to hide it from Killer. A little discomfort was easy to overcome, and he didn't want to make Killer wait any longer – he didn't want to wait any longer himself either.

He tossed the plug towards Killer, who easily caught it with his free hand. Killer smirked. "Thank you," he said in a tone that implied he'd done well in obeying him.

Killer made sure to coat the plug in a thick layer of lube before he pressed it against Penguin's entrance. Penguin felt the pressure build up and up, stretching him a bit more than the two fingers had done, and then Killer pulled back a little, just to slowly push back in. It felt amazing, but Penguin really wished he'd just push the whole thing in, so he could get used to the size.

His wish was granted not much later, and Penguin moaned softly as the biggest part of the plug passed the ring of muscles, sucking the whole thing in tightly. Yes, this felt good. But not as good as the fingers. Penguin really wanted something moving inside him again. "Killer…" he breathed. "Promise me you won't stop at this plug again."

Killer looked at him and licked his lips as he let his eyes wander over the naked body beneath him. "I promise." Penguin saw him reach between his own legs while he used his other hand to pull the plug free again. "God, Peng, you're so hot." He pushed the plug in again, and slowly repeated his actions a few times, giving Penguin time to get used to the size of the toy.

Penguin felt how it became a little easier each time and he was sure he was ready for three fingers – really ready, this time – when they suddenly heard Bepo bark. It was followed by the sound of the front door falling shut.

"I'm home!" Law's voice came from downstairs.

Killer froze in place, and looked at Penguin with wide eyes. Penguin was shocked for a second too, but only for a second. Then he slightly bucked his hips to encourage Killer to continue, the plug inside him pressing against his prostate softly. He wanted to continue so badly; he didn't care that his father was home. So what if Law was downstairs? They would just have to be a little quieter.

But then Penguin's ears picked up on footsteps going up the stairs, and he became a little more fearful. What if Law decided to just walk in? "Get into your own bed," he whispered to Killer, sounding a little panicked.

Killer didn't wait a second and quickly jumped off Penguin's bed, onto the futon, and threw the cover over him as quickly as possible. In his haste, he still managed to spot their underwear, and quickly threw Penguin's boxers on his bed, while his own disappeared under his own duvet.

Meanwhile, Penguin got under his own covers quickly, while knocking the box of Killer's condoms into the open drawer of his nightstand. He closed them directly afterwards. He got hold of his underwear just as the footsteps stopped in front of his door. While he pulled his boxers over his feet, there was a knock on his door.

"Coming in," his father announced, and he only gave them only two more seconds before he opened the door.

Both Penguin and Killer looked up as casually as possible, as if they'd just been chatting with each other from their places in their respective beds. Penguin cleared his throat before he trusted his voice to sound normal. "Hey dad, you're home early. How was your evening?"

Law looked from Killer, to Penguin, and then let his eyes wander through the room, the beginning of a smirk on his face. "It's not that early. And it was really good, actually." He had opened the door as far as possible and light from the corridor flooded the room.

Penguin cast a look at his bedside clock and saw that it was past nine already. What the hell, how had time gone so fast? "Well, if it was good, why didn't you go home with him? It's not like Killer is there; you'd have the house to yourselves."

Law scoffed. "Yeah, well… I thought it better to check up on you two. Didn't want to leave you alone for too long."

"We can take care of ourselves!" Penguin protested, even though he knew that probably wasn't the reason Law didn't want them to be alone.

His father chuckled. "I don't doubt that." He let his eyes wander from Penguin to Killer again. "You're in bed early…"

"Yeah…" Penguin said, trying to think of a good reason why they would be in bed already. "We just… thought we'd talk some more in bed. You know, since it is a sleepover." It was the worst lie he'd ever told, and his face became bright red.

"Talk, hm?" Law said, making clear he didn't believe him. "You never go to bed early to talk when Shachi sleeps over."

"Yeah, well, Shachi isn't my boyfriend," Penguin flung his father's earlier words back at him. He realized too late that it wasn't a really good argument in his favor.

"Exactly," Law said. His eyes came to a rest just beside Penguin for a few seconds.

Penguin followed his gaze and saw to his horror the bottle of lube still lying on the side of his bed. He quickly crossed his ankles under the sheets to form a bit of a barrier that would hopefully hide the bottle from his father's view. Penguin did his best to ignore the feeling of the butt plug shifting as he moved his legs. God, it was so embarrassing to talk to his dad while the plug was buried deep inside him, but at the same time it was kinda hot, as his father knew nothing about it, but Killer did. It was a little as if they were having sex right before his eyes, without Law noticing it. Shit, Penguin was still so hard, and so horny, he couldn't think straight.

"Have you brushed your teeth yet?" his father asked, completely ignoring the bottle of lube that he must have seen.

Penguin exchanged a look with Killer. "Not yet."

"Well, why don't you start with that, then?" Law suggested, and he kept standing near the door as if he expected them to do it right at that moment.

"Oh, eh, yeah, we'll do that later. We thought we might have a snack before we go to sleep," Penguin made up on the spot to give them some extra time.

"You know you're not allowed to eat in bed," Law said sternly. This had been a rule in their house for as long as Penguin could remember. "Before you go to bed, you brush your teeth, or you'll forget. Now, get up and brush your teeth, or come downstairs again if you want to eat something."

Killer cleared his throat. "We'll brush our teeth. I'm still pretty full from the pasta we made." He started to get up, seemingly unashamed, but Penguin was glad to see he was at least wearing his underwear again. He smiled at Law. "There's a bit left, if you want some."

Law raised his eyebrows as Killer got up from under his cover and walked over to where his bag was standing on the floor. Penguin noticed how Law's eyes wandered over Killer's almost naked body for a moment, before he cast them off. He seemed unsure how to respond for a moment. "I, uhm… No, thank you. I've just eaten."

Penguin looked at his boyfriend, slightly surprised he dared to reveal himself like that, and speak to Law as if he wasn't half naked. Well, at least there was no apparent bulge showing in Killer's boxers, that was something. Penguin couldn't say he could get away with that himself.

"Didn't you bring pajamas?" Law asked.

"I don't own pajamas that fit anymore," Killer responded. "I usually sleep naked."

Law choked. "Yeah, you're sleeping with the door open tonight."

Killer chuckled as he got his toothbrush out of his bag. "I'm kidding, I usually sleep with my underwear on. But I don't own pajamas."

Both Law and Penguin looked flabbergasted at him. It seemed like Killer had decided not to be afraid of Law anymore, and just make jokes about it.

"But don't worry," he said calmly to Law. "I promised you I wouldn't do anything Penguin wasn't ready for, didn't I?"

Penguin raised his eyebrows at that. Had Killer actually promised him that? Had Law made him promise him that? Was that why he had been a little hesitant about going all the way? There were so many questions Penguin wanted to ask, but he decided to save them for another time.

Law pursed his lips together, not seeming convinced, but also not having a good argument against it. "As long as you remember that."

Holding his toothbrush in one hand, Killer held out the other to Penguin. He looked amused at him. "Come on, let's brush our teeth, then we can continue our conversation." He winked at Penguin, knowing Law couldn't see it.

Not knowing what to say to that, Penguin grabbed his hand, and let himself be pulled out of bed – he made sure to drop the covers so that they were covering the bottle of lube. Steadying himself against Killer's body, he tried to hide his bulge from his father.

Was he imagining things, or did Killer shift his leg just the slightest bit to rub against Penguin's clothed erection? Penguin bit his lip to not let out any sound at the friction, and sent his boyfriend a warning look. But Killer just smirked back at him.

Then Killer turned around and the both of them walked towards the bathroom. Penguin made sure his front was only pointed towards his father when Killer was between them. He turned his back at his father as soon as he could while going in the direction of the bathroom. Walking felt really weird with that plug in his butt, but he tried his best to walk normally.

Law let out a sigh. "Penguin owns pajamas, though. He's got a really cute onesie too."

"Nope, I threw that thing away ages ago!" Penguin lied. How dare his father bring up his penguin onesie. He probably didn't fit in it anymore anyway. And even if he did, he would never let Killer see him in that thing.

"It's a penguin onesie, isn't it?" Killer asked, without missing a beat.

"You want to see him in it, don't you?" Law replied.

Killer looked over his shoulder at Law. "Absolutely. But let's save that for tomorrow."

"Oh my God, I'm not wearing that!" Penguin said embarrassed, as he pulled Killer inside the bathroom, and locked the door behind them.

Killer smirked at him. "You're so going to wear that for me."

"Why would you want me to? It's so un-sexy," Penguin complained.

Killer pushed him softly against the bathroom door. "That's why I said save it for tomorrow. Tonight, you can be sexy, tomorrow you can be cute."

He let his hands run over Penguin's lower back, into his boxers. While one hand started kneading his buttock, the other let its fingers run between them until they hit the base of the butt plug. Killer smirked. "You're still wearing it," he observed quietly. He put a little more pressure on it to make it shift the slightest bit.

Penguin gasped. "Of course," he whispered, afraid his father would be listening on the other side of the door. "When would I've had time to take it out?"

"Hmm," Killer hummed in his ear, while letting his leg rub against Penguin's dick. "That's hot."

Penguin let out the quietest moan, and whispered, "Killer… what if my father is listening on the other side?"

"That's even hotter," Killer whispered back.

Penguin let his hand run over Killer's crotch, trying to make him lose composure as well. He bit his lip disappointed. "Why aren't you hard anymore?"

Killer shrugged, but smirked. "Your father would have kicked me out if I had gotten up from that bed with a boner."

While this was true, Penguin did notice it wasn't an explanation. He hadn't wanted to get up with a boner either, but he hadn't really had a choice in the matter.

But at that moment Killer kissed him, pushing his tongue into Penguin's mouth, and all former thoughts were forgotten. When they broke apart after about a minute, Killer immediately let go of him and turned towards the sink. "We were going to brush our teeth," he reminded Penguin. He grabbed the toothpaste that stood near the tab. "Can I use your toothpaste?"

Penguin took a deep breath. "Sure." God, he wanted to have sex with Killer so badly. He was so fucking horny. Still, he tried to push the feeling aside enough to focus on brushing his teeth.

He held his toothbrush under the tab and put some toothpaste on it. As he put his toothbrush in his mouth and started brushing his teeth, Killer went to stand behind him, looking at him in the mirror, while brushing his teeth with his left hand. He held Penguin's gaze in such a casual manner, that Penguin realized too late what Killer's right hand was doing.

He jumped a little when he felt the touch on his stomach, and before he could even look at the hand, it had slipped inside his boxer and wrapped itself around Penguin's erection. As Killer started stroking him slowly, Penguin's butt clenched involuntarily around the plug, and he let out a moan.

Killer took his toothbrush out of his mouth, and placed a finger in front of his lips to tell his boyfriend to be quiet. However, he kept stroking him, and after his gesture, he continued brushing his teeth as well. As if he did this every day; brushing his teeth while jerking someone off.

Penguin tried his best to focus on brushing his teeth, but it was hard. So incredibly hard. Still, he didn't bat Killer's hand away. He enjoyed the feeling too much, and it was actually pretty hot when he thought of the fact that his father might still be in the corridor. He just had to be quiet. He couldn't let – "Ahh," he moaned around his toothbrush anyway. He spit out some toothpaste. "Fuck," Penguin whispered. "You're good at multitasking." He put his toothbrush back in his mouth, but it stayed in one place, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Fuck, this felt nice.

Killer kept brushing his teeth for a few more moments, before also spitting into the sink. "You're not," he answered teasingly, and continued brushing his teeth.

The friction around Penguin's dick was so good, especially combined with the feeling of the plug inside him. How could he concentrate on brushing his teeth like that? Penguin let his head fall back against his boyfriend's shoulder, and started to buck his hips slightly, trying to feel more of Killer's hand. Shit, his mind didn't want him to come any time soon, but his body did want it – so badly.

"Look at your face, Peng," Killer said. "That's the face I love to see."

Penguin opened his eyes – which he had closed again without noticing – and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. He quickly pulled his face straight, or as straight as he could. God, the pleasure was becoming too much. "Fuck…" he panted. "Fuck, Kill…"

Killer seemed to recognize it for the warning it was, and pulled his hand away. "Nah-ah, not yet." He emptied his mouth of toothpaste a second time.

Penguin was breathing hard, his head still resting against Killer's shoulder. He whined softly at the loss of contact.

"We had more plans tonight," Killer reminded him. "I don't care that your father is home now, we're going to continue what we started." He pressed a kiss against Penguin's temple. "Unless, of course, you don't want to, anymore."

Penguin didn't miss the slight disappointment that seeped through Killer's voice when he mentioned the possibility of Penguin wanting to stop. And he was glad he heard it, because that meant Penguin wasn't the only one who wanted it badly. He groaned softly at the lack of action his body was getting right now. "Are you just saying that because you promised my father not to do anything I wasn't ready for?"

"No," Killer spoke without hesitation. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want. Your father just thinks the same, but that's a coincidence. I don't let your father tell me what to do. He can think that, but I won't."

Penguin snorted. "Good. 'cause I don't think he thinks I'm ready for it even if I think I'm ready for it. As long as you believe me, that's all that matters." He started brushing his teeth again, accepting the fact that he'd have to wait a little before he could be touched again.

"Oh, I believe you're ready." Killer lowered his head to kiss Penguin's neck.

Fuck, his skin was so sensitive right now, the kiss tickled a little, and Penguin pulled away from his boyfriend. He finished brushing his teeth a little sooner than he probably should, and as soon as he'd put his toothbrush away, he turned around to kiss Killer. He let his hand wander back between Killer's legs and started to rub his dick through his underwear. He could feel Killer had already gotten half hard from jerking Penguin off, but that was not enough. "Let's get you ready too then, shall we?"

Killer chuckled. "Maybe wait until we're back in your room. In case your father's still waiting for us to come out."

Penguin whined. "Let's get back quickly, then."

Killer moved towards the door and unlocked it. Opening it just a crack, he peeked into the hallway. Then he turned towards Penguin again, and placed his hands on his boyfriend's butt. "Put your legs around my hips," he said as only warning, before he lifted Penguin from the ground.

Penguin let out a short yelp, but automatically did what Killer had asked, and stabilized himself around Killer's hips, while grabbing his shoulders. "Ah, fuck," he moaned softly. "Don't forget I'm still wearing that plug."

Killer smirked at him and kissed him passionately. "I didn't forget." He brought his mouth up to Penguin's ear. "You're getting used to it, though, aren't you? Are you ready for something bigger?"

Penguin gasped and he wrapped his arms around Killer's neck for more stability. "Yes!" he breathed into Killer's ear.

At that, Killer pushed the door further open and stepped into the empty corridor. Penguin held on to him tightly. They walked towards Penguin's room again like that, but right before they reached it, Penguin saw the door to his father's bedroom open. "Quick!" he whispered into Killer's ear.

Just as they disappeared into Penguin's room, he got a glimpse of his father's face. Killer quickly closed the door behind them, and dropped Penguin with his back onto his bed again, landing between his legs himself. Penguin couldn't stop giggling. "I think he saw us."

This was confirmed when was opened about two seconds later, without knocking this time. Law looked at the two on the bed disapprovingly.

"Dad! Privacy!" Penguin yelled embarrassed.

Law let out a deep sigh, and closed his eyes in defeat. "You've got condoms, right?"

"Dad!" Penguin yelled again, his face bright red. "This isn't what it looks like! We were just–"

"Tell me you've both got condoms, and I'll leave you alone," Law pressed. "I just want to know that if you want to do something, you'll do it safely."

Killer, his face just as red as Penguin's, reached for the nightstand, pulled the drawer open and took his box of condoms out to place it on top. "We've got condoms," he said, without looking at Law.

Penguin could see how his father pressed his lips together disapprovingly. "So you are planning something."

"That's not fair!" Penguin protested. "We're just prepared. And you told us you'd leave us alone!"

Law sighed again. "Fine. Well, I'm right downstairs. Thin walls, remember that." He grabbed the doorhandle to pull the door close again. "Good night."

"Good night," Penguin mumbled. When the door was finally closed again, he hid his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry about my father."

"Why?" Killer asked, as he peeled Penguin's hands away. "He just wants what's best for you. Besides, I know many dads who would have just thrown me out in my underwear if they caught us like this." When both Penguin's hands were out of his face, Killer placed a kiss on his nose. "But if you're not in the mood anymore, I understand, and that's totally fine. We can do it another–"

"No fucking way," Penguin interrupted him. "I'm not gonna let him win."

"Peng…" Killer said calmly, but beratingly, as if he wanted to say that was not the right motivation.

Well, he was right about that. Penguin grabbed Killer's hand, and brought it towards his crotch, bucking his hips up slightly. "I'm still fucking horny." Sure, the embarrassment and confrontation with his father had gotten him somewhat out of the mood, but his body was very much ready to continue, and his mind was ready to get back into the mood again too.

Killer squeezed his dick softly. "When are you not?" he asked teasingly.

Penguin let his own hand slip into Killer's trunks, and started fondling with his dick. "You aren't," he concluded, slightly disappointed. Still, he wasn't going to stop unless Killer told him to.

"I am," Killer assured him in a deep, husky voice. "Peng, the way you're lying here with your legs spread widely for me, makes me so fucking horny too…" He licked his lips. "My body will get there." He started kissing Penguin's chest, and soon moved out of reach for Penguin's hand again, forcing it to slip out of his underwear.

Penguin arched his back to lean into the touch. Shit, the way Killer had spoken just now, he believed him immediately. He let out a soft, appreciative moan.

"Besides," Killer continued, hooking his fingers around the waistband of Penguin's boxers, "you're not nearly ready either." He put Penguin's legs together, and stripped him of his underwear.

Before Killer could get back between his legs, however, Penguin curled his toes around the elastic of Killer's underwear, and he tried to push it down with his feet. "I want it off," he said when he didn't manage to get that far on his own.

Killer smirked, and pulled his own trunks down too. Then he got back between Penguin's legs, and brought his mouth down to the base of his cock. Penguin dimly realized Killer was taking an awful lot of liberty with his dick in his mouth without condom, but he guessed as long as he didn't take the tip in his mouth, they should be good. Besides, the tongue running along the base of his cock, and over his balls felt so good!

He felt Killer pull at the base of the butt plug, building up the pressure against is entrance again. Penguin moaned quietly when the plug was pulled out – and pushed in again. God, that felt good.

"Where did you leave the lube?" Killer asked against his cock.

Penguin patted the bed on his right side. "Somewhere there, between the covers."

Killer rummaged around for a bit, until he found the bottle. Then he wasted no more time, and coated his fingers. "I think you're ready for more," he said. Penguin nodded in agreement.

He felt the plug be pulled out again, and then it was replaced with three of Killer's fingers, filling him up much better than the plug had done. "Oh fuck, yes!" Penguin whimpered. This time it didn't burn anymore. It stretched him further than he'd been stretched before, but it felt good, so good.

"Yeah, you like that?" Killer asked, as he moved his fingers out and drove them knuckle deep in again, brushing against Penguin's sweet spot.

Penguin let his eyes roll back in pleasure. "Yesss!"

As Killer kept driving his fingers in and out of him, Penguin became more vocal each time. After a while, he moaned so loudly that he quickly bit his lip. Killer shot him a warning look as well, but as Penguin successfully stifled the sound that came out of his mouth, he kept going.

"Fuck, look at you," Killer grunted quietly when he'd spend several minutes moving his fingers in and out of Penguin. "So gorgeous and ready for me." He held out his free hand, while never stopping the movement with his right. "Well, almost…" He kissed Penguin's stomach. "Give me the last plug."

Penguin quickly felt around until his fingers found the biggest plug, the one they hadn't used before. Fuck, he was so ready for the real deal. But if Killer thought he needed to try the plug first, he would be patient. He could be patient a little longer… especially when Killer made him feel this good.

He handed the plug to Killer, and Killer immediately withdrew his fingers to add a layer of lube to the plug. Penguin felt empty immediately. While Killer was coating the plug, Penguin noticed his eyes were focused on his hole. "Fuck…" Killer whispered, and it sounded like he was impressed, or at least in awe.

When there was a thick layer of lube on the plug, Killer pushed it in in one go, his eyes snapping back to Penguin's face as soon as the thickest part passed his entrance.

Penguin gasped, and moaned softly as the plug was sucked in completely, not breaking eye contact with Killer.

Killer was breathing heavily. "Not too much?" he asked, as he reached between his own legs and started stroking himself.

"No." Penguin bucked his hips to feel more of the plug. "Not at all." God, the plug filled him up so nicely. But still, he wanted more. He needed more.

"Hmm, good." While Killer kept stroking himself, he pulled on the plug, just to push it back in again. He repeated this several times, looking enchanted at how the plug stretched Penguin's hole.

After what felt like ages, it barely felt like there was any resistance anymore, and Penguin was breathing heavily. "That's enough…" he panted. "I'm ready. I want you."

He saw Killer look from the plug in his butt, to his face, a smiling slightly uncertainly. Seeming to search for words, he kept moving the plug in and out of Penguin.

Penguin thought it seemed like Killer needed an extra hint, and he reached out again to take a condom from the box on his nightstand. He handed it to Killer. "I'm ready for the real deal."

Killer let go of the plug, keeping it buried inside Penguin, and took the condom from him with a bit of hesitation. He didn't do anything more than hold it in his hand. "I…" he swallowed hard. "I'm…" He looked down for a moment and then up at Penguin's face with a desperate look. "I can't… I'm sorry." He let out a defeated sigh.

Penguin looked at him with surprise and confusion on his face. "What do you mean? I thought you wanted this too…" He honestly didn't understand. Why would Killer go through all this trouble if he didn't want to do it?

"Oh, I want to," Killer assured him. "Fuck, Peng, I want it so bad, but…" He hid his face in his hands for just a second. "Fuck, this is embarrassing," he mumbled. Then he gestured vaguely downwards. "It's… not getting hard."

Penguin followed his hand movement with his eyes and noticed that indeed, Killer's dick could be described as half-hard at most. "Oh," Penguin said, and at once, he lost all his confidence.

Had he done something wrong? Was the sight of him not as sexy as Killer claimed it was? He probably looked gross, didn't he? Penguin should have known. When he'd seen his own face of pleasure in the mirror, he had been repulsed by that. Of course Killer felt the same way when Penguin let himself go like he had done just now. Or had he been too focused on his own pleasure? Obviously, Killer had been pleasuring him all this time, but Penguin hadn't really had the opportunity to return the favor. He shouldn't have assumed this was enough to keep Killer going. Shit, he was really bad in bed, wasn't he?

When Penguin spoke again, his voice was barely audible. "Did I do something wrong?"

Killer looked confused at him. "What are you talking about? Of course not! Fuck, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen!" He started to kiss the inside of Penguin's thighs again. "The problem isn't you. The problem isn't even that I'm not turned on, 'cause I definitely am."

"Then what is the problem?" Penguin asked, still not convinced, and not able to relax into Killer's touch anymore. It still felt like he should be able to do something about this.

"I…" Killer looked him in the eyes, seeming unsure of himself. "I guess I'm just nervous."

Penguin let out a surprised chuckle. Killer, nervous? He would have never guessed. "That's okay… I'm a bit nervous too," he admitted.

Killer shook his head. "Obviously not as much as me."

"Can I… do something to help?" Penguin sat up, trying to ignore how the plug pushed itself slightly further inside him, and he reached out with his hand to stroke Killer's cock. Meanwhile, he leaned forwards and started kissing Killer's chest.

Killer breathed in sharply. "Oh, that feels nice," he said. His hand tangled itself into Penguin's hair and started softly massaging his head. "Very nice. But… I don't think it'll help."

Nevertheless, Penguin kept trying. He still felt like he had failed as a boyfriend.

Killer softly tugged on his hair, until Penguin looked up, and then he kissed him on his lips, and let his tongue ask for entrance. Penguin immediately parted his lips to let him in. Shit, even though the mood had cooled down a bit, Penguin was still quite horny.

"I swear it's not you," Killer reassured him when they broke the kiss. "It's all me, but I'm afraid it's not gonna happen right now." He moved Penguin's hand away from his cock. "I'm so sorry, I know how badly you wanted this."

"That's okay," Penguin said, swallowing his disappointment and letting his fingers run over Killer's back. "We can try it again another time."

Killer smiled. "Yeah…" Then he pushed Penguin back on the mattress. "That doesn't mean you can't finish, though." He said, and started kissing the inside of Penguin's thighs once again, getting closer to his crotch with each kiss. He looked Penguin in the eyes while he kept placing kisses on his skin. Holding the condom out to him with his right hand, he asked, "Can I change this one for one of yours?"

Penguin shook his head. "No. That's not fair. I'm fine. If you can't finish, I don't need to either." He felt bad enough about the whole situation as it was.

"Bullshit," Killer said, looking sharply at him. "I will make you cum." He let his tongue run over Penguin's upper thigh. "Now, don't challenge me. You either give me your condom, or I'll suck you off without it."

Penguin's eyes widened and his heart started beating faster at the tone Killer spoke in, a wave of hotness suddenly washing over him from head to toe. Fuck. "Okay," he said obediently. He grabbed the condom from Killer's hand and quickly replaced it with one of his own.

Killer raised an eyebrow, looking surprised, but smirked. "That's more like it." He opened the wrapper and quickly covered Penguin's erection with the condom. He slowly licked his way up from the base to the top, and then started stroking him with his hand.

Penguin bit his lip. Fuck, even though Killer's hand felt nice, he wanted more now. He wanted to feel the hotness of that mouth around him, the softness of its inside, and the strong muscle of his tongue working miracles on him. And Killer knew that, Penguin could see it from his face. Still, Killer chose to tease him some more, and Penguin would not beg for it. He hadn't done anything to deserve to ask, let alone beg for anything.

After placing another kiss on his thigh, Killer brought his left hand back to the plug again, and started pulling it out. Only when he pushed it in again, did he take Penguin's dick into his mouth. Penguin gasped loudly. "Ffffuck!" he moaned hushed.

Killer kept sucking him off, while pulling and pushing the plug in and out of him. He managed to take him in deeper and deeper, Penguin's whole dick disappearing into his fucking hot mouth. Penguin had to try really hard not to moan too loudly, but he felt the pleasure built up way sooner than he'd felt comfortable admitting. Fuck, this was so, so good!

He was painfully aware of the loud cry he let out as he came hard, curling his toes and burying his heals into Killer's back, but he couldn't stop himself anymore.

Killer sucked hard one more time, and let his tongue rub against the underside of his glans before he let go of Penguin's dick, making sure Penguin was completely spend. Holy fuck, that felt so good!

When Penguin came down from his high enough to look at his boyfriend, he saw Killer looking back at him with a smirk. "That's how I like you."

"Holy shit." Penguin chuckled. "Okay, that was amazing."

"I'm glad." Killer softly began to pull at the plug again to take it out.

"No, leave it!" Penguin was quick to say. Fortunately, Killer stopped immediately, and looked questioningly at him. "You're not off the hook yet," Penguin said playfully, but tired. "We can try again later. So, leave it in. That way I'm ready to go when you are."

Killer chuckled, and heaved himself up to lay next to Penguin. "I like the way you think… It would be a first in a long time if I don't wake up with a boner in the morning." He gave Penguin a kiss on his lips. "But… will you be able to sleep like this?"

Penguin smiled at him, while he let his hand go towards his dick to pull the condom off. "Yeah, I think you've made me sufficiently tired so I can sleep wearing it." He tied up the end of the condom and threw it towards the trash bin, missing it by a foot. He couldn't be bothered to get up right now and put it where it belonged.

Killer kissed his shoulder, and then sat up to collect the various things that were scattered around the bed - the bottle of lube, the middle-sized butt plug, and the condom wrapper – and placed them all on the nightstand. "Don't we have to clean this?" he asked, pointing towards the plug.

"Yeah," Penguin agreed. "Tomorrow." He turned around and snuggled against Killer's chest.

Killer caressed his head lovingly. "Okay." He pulled the cover over them, and turned off the bedside lamp. "Peng?"

Penguin hummed in response. It was so nice to lay against Killer's naked body, the warmth, combined with the post-sex haze, was quickly lulling him to sleep.

"I love you," Killer said, placing his arm around him and pulling him a little closer.

Penguin smiled as his eyelids became too heavy to keep open any longer. "I love you too."

TBC~!

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