Chapter 53

Killer lay awake for a long time, holding Penguin's sleeping frame in his arms. He felt embarrassed and he felt guilty. He had wanted their first time to go well so badly, that he'd thwarted himself. What if he wasn't good enough? What if it wasn't good for Penguin when they'd do it? What if he came too fast? It had all been questions he'd asked himself.

Never once had he wondered, what if he couldn't get it up? It had never been a problem before, but when it mattered most, his body had betrayed him. What a loser he was. Was he really that nervous? Or was there just something wrong with him? He had wanted it so badly, and he'd definitely been very horny, but still… Why? Why?!

The only thing stopping Killer from pulling his hair in frustration, was that he didn't want to wake Penguin by moving. Fuck, Penguin probably though he had some sort of erectile dysfunction problem. And maybe he had. There was no good reason why he hadn't been able to get it up, right?

Killer took a deep breath to calm himself. No, it must have been the nerves. He thought he'd read somewhere that adrenaline could stop things from working as they should, and so this could happen when you were nervous. Still, Killer hadn't thought it would happen to him.

Shit, what if this would happen every time they'd try it? Sure, Penguin had said it was okay, and that they would just try again later, but… what if later the same thing would happen? God, no. How often was Penguin willing to try? He'd probably suggest reversing their roles at some point, wouldn't he? Penguin obviously had no problems getting it up… Well, maybe that was just how it had to be then. If Killer couldn't get hard, he'd just have to be on the receiving end.

He hated that idea. Well, hate was a strong word. It just didn't seem all that appealing to him. But still, if that was the only way they could go all the way, he'd do it. For Penguin. But Penguin had seemed really into being at the receiving end too, so Killer would honestly feel terrible for Penguin's sake as well, if he would never be able to give him that. He sighed. Fuck, he hated his body so much right now. Why couldn't it just work like it was supposed to?

Going over this in his head again and again for a very long time, Killer finally tired himself out thinking about it. Penguin turned around in his sleep, and Killer had the possibility to take on a slightly more comfortable position. While holding Penguin close, happy at least that he could sleep with his boyfriend and that he had brought him some sort of satisfaction, Killer eventually drifted off to sleep.

It was still dark when he woke up, and Killer had no idea how late it was, but he felt like he'd slept for several hours already. He remembered there was an alarm clock on the nightstand, but something obscured his vision of it. Or rather, someone. He had his arm wrapped around Penguin's chest, and his own chest was pressed against Penguin's back. Killer smiled and placed a very soft kiss on Penguin's shoulder. He wanted to wake up like this more often.

Snuggling a little closer, he hummed quietly at the bit of friction between his dick and Penguin's butt. It had been such a great idea to sleep naked like this. Killer moved his hips ever so lightly and felt a little more friction when his erection moved against Penguin's ass.

Fuck, he thought as realization hit him. He was hard. Very hard. What had he been dreaming about? He couldn't remember, but it might just as well be from just his position against Penguin's body. But God, was he happy. At least his body wasn't completely broken.

Killer listened very carefully, and heard Penguin breathing evenly and peacefully, indicating that he was still asleep. He moved his hips slightly, so his dick was positioned between Penguin's buttocks, and as he very slowly bucked his hips, he felt the hard surface of the butt plug between the soft, hot flesh.

Shit, Killer was so horny right now, and the hot body pressed against him only increased it. But he shouldn't touch Penguin while he was sleeping. He was breathing heavily when he wondered if Penguin would mind it if he woke him up. Killer quickly decided against it. That would be selfish of him.

Still, what if Penguin wanted it too? He was the one who suggested they'd try again later, after all. And Killer really wanted to try again right now – his body was so ready for it right now. He softly let his hand wander over Penguin's chest towards his nipple and let his finger brush over it ever lightly. If it wouldn't wake Penguin up, at least he might be able to give him an interesting dream. That was pretty hot too.

He rubbed the nipple some more, and felt it hardening under his touch. Fuck, he loved it that Penguin had such sensitive nipples. He placed another soft kiss on Penguin's shoulder, while he moved his hand towards his boyfriend's other nipple, and started playing with that one until it was hard as well. He noticed how Penguin's breathing had become heavier, but Killer couldn't tell if he was awake or just getting turned on in his sleep. But since Penguin didn't say anything, he guessed the latter.

He kept rubbing Penguin's nipples for a little while and at the same time, placing soft kisses on his shoulder. Hearing in his boyfriend's breath how turned on he was getting, made Killer even more horny, and he couldn't stop himself moving his hips slightly. He let out a whispered moan, and he felt Penguin press his butt into him a little more, almost as a reaction to that. Still, Penguin didn't say anything, so, were his dreams just getting interesting?

Killer wondered just how turned-on Penguin was. Very carefully, he let his hand wander downwards. It took only a few seconds, before Killer's fingers touched the hot flesh of Penguin's erection. Killer smirked. Very turned-on, it seemed. He carefully wrapped his hand around the hard cock and started stroking it slowly.

"Fffuck, Killer…" Penguin whimpered softly.

Killer chuckled, and bucked his hips. "So, you're awake, huh?" he said quietly.

"N-no," Penguin denied. "Just continue what you were doing."

"Hmm." Killer softly bucked his hips again, while he kept stroking Penguin. He kissed his neck. "I'm hard, Peng, so hard."

Penguin moaned softly. "I can feel that." He pressed his butt against Killer's dick again to give his words some more emphasis.

Killer smirked, but didn't say anything. Penguin obviously wasn't awake enough to comprehend the meaning of his words yet. He would give him some more time.

"Oh…"

There it was. Killer's smirk grew wider as he moved his dick between Penguin's ass cheeks again.

"Oh!" This time Penguin sounded as if realization really hit him, and he was immediately excited. "Do you want to–"

"Yes," Killer answered him before he could finish his sentence. He placed another kiss on his shoulder. "Badly."

Penguin moaned softly, and reached out with his hand to his nightstand. When he came back, he was holding the bottle of lube. Killer removed his hand from Penguin's dick, and threw the covers off them before taking the bottle from him.

Killer popped himself on one elbow and put the bottle in his hand, while letting his free hand wander to Penguin's ass. He squeezed it firmly, gaining another soft moan from Penguin. Then he let his fingers slip between his buttocks. He wanted to ask Penguin if he really wanted this, if he was sure about this, but Killer already knew what the answer would be, and that Penguin might flip if he asked for his consent again.

When his fingers reached the plug Penguin was wearing, he stopped for a moment. "Peng," he said, breathless. "Turn on the light. I wanna see you."

"Fuck, everything you say sounds so hot right now," Penguin replied as he turned on the light at his bedside. Fortunately, it was a warm, soft light, so Killer's eyes only needed a moment to adjust.

He looked at Penguin, who was waiting in anticipation of what he was going to do, the black base of the butt plug visible near Killer's fingers, reminding him that Penguin was already very much filled up. He wondered how he had been able to sleep like that.

"How do you want me?" Penguin asked breathily.

Killer moaned. Fuck, that was a hot question. He wanted Penguin so badly, the 'how' didn't even matter. "Just like this," he answered. As if he had any idea on what positions would work best anyway. There was only one way to find out.

He softly began to pull on the plug in Penguin's hole. When Penguin gasped, Killer started placing kisses on his shoulder, arms, and side again. "You'll tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, right?" He asked, after which he applied a little more force to his pull.

"Yes," Penguin answered. "I'll tell you." He gasped again, and Killer felt the plug pass the tight ring of muscles.

Killer uncapped the lube bottle and applied some on the butt plug, before pushing it back in. It went surprisingly easily, and Penguin moaned. "Fuck, Killer, I don't want that thing back in there, I want you."

Killer moved the plug out and in again anyway, just to tease him.

"Please, give me your dick already," Penguin begged. "I want it so badly."

Holy shit. The words went straight to Killer's cock, and his hips thrusted forward on their own account. Killer removed the plug, put it aside, and coated his fingers with lube. He pushed two of them in at the same time. "Yeah? Get me a condom then," he said hoarsely.

Penguin moaned when the fingers started moving in and out of him. Fuck, it went much easier than a few hours ago. He let his hand wander towards the nightstand again, and found the box of condoms, from which he pulled one. He held it up to Killer.

Having his hands full – one with the lube bottle, the other up Penguin's ass – Killer asked his boyfriend, "Will you open it for me?" He added a third finger. "My hands are kinda… slick, and occupied." He changed the angle of his fingers slightly.

Penguin cried out in pleasure. "Fuck… ahh… that's good," he whimpered as his hands tried to work the package open. All the while, Killer kept moving his fingers in and out of Penguin's hole, trying to find that magic spot again.

Penguin was panting heavily when he removed the condom from its package and held it out to Killer. "Please," he whispered. "I want to feel you inside me."

Killer bit his lip.

"Not your fingers," Penguin continued. "But your cock. I want your big, hard cock inside of me."

"Holy fucking shit, Peng," Killer said hungrily. He removed his fingers and grabbed the condom from his boyfriend's hand. "Keep talking dirty like that. It's only making me harder." By the time he placed the condom at the tip of his cock, it was already leaking precum. He rolled the latex cover down his shaft as quickly and as far as possible.

Penguin moaned. "You like that?" his voice was huskier than Killer had ever heard it. "I want your huge fucking cock buried so deep inside me I'll see stars."

Fuck. Killer poured some more lube into his hand, and then tossed the bottle aside. He moaned as he brought the hand to his dick and started spreading the slick substance.

"I've waited so long for this, Killer." The way Penguin moaned his name, sent shivers down his spine. "Please don't make me wait any longer."

Shit, Killer couldn't wait any longer either. He positioned himself at Penguin's entrance. "Shhh," he whispered, and kissed the back of his neck as he wrapped his arm around Penguin's upper body. "I'm here." He pushed in slowly.

Fuuuuck. Holy mother fucking shit fuck. Penguin was so hot and tight! Killer moaned loudly. He barely registered Penguin taking in a deep breath as Killer pushed further and further inside, keeping Penguin's body as close to his own as possible.

When he was completely inside, he opened his eyes, which he had apparently closed. "Happy?" he asked, breathing heavily. Fuck this felt so good.

Penguin let out a shivery breath. "Fuck, yes." He was panting slightly. "So happy. And I'm gonna be… even happier… if you move."

Killer chuckled and started rolling his hips, moving in and out of Penguin's tight ass in a slow, but steady rhythm. "Ohh," he moaned. Fuck, this was so good. He bit down on Penguin's shoulder.

"Ahh," Penguin cried out. "Ah, fuck, Killer!" He panted heavily, and moaned softly every time Killer thrusted his hips forward. "This feels s-so good."

Shit, Killer was so glad it felt good for Penguin too, because hot damn, this was the best thing he'd ever felt. He wanted to keep doing this forever. The friction felt amazing. He realized he was moaning louder than he should, but he couldn't help himself. "Fuck… Peng…"

"Sso good," Penguin repeated. "To have your cock inside me…"

"Fuck…" God, his words were so hot. Killer kept moving in and out of him, speeding up the slightest bit without noticing it.

"Please… ah, please keep fucking me… forever." Penguin moaned loudly.

Shit. Killer got lost in the amazing feeling of his dick disappearing into Penguin's ass. "Would love to." Fuck… yes! His pace sped up slightly more. So good!

"Ahh, yessss." Penguin threw his head back in pleasure. "More… more!"

Killer sped up some more, but after a while, he came to the conclusion that this was not the best position for that. Even though it felt so good, and it was hard to stop, he decided to pause for a moment to change positions. He pulled out of Penguin's ass.

"Wait, what–" Penguin started protesting, but when Killer flipped him on his stomach without warning, Penguin moaned loudly.

"Fuck, you really like being manhandled, don't you?" Killer spread Penguin's legs and then went to sit between them.

"Shut up. Maybe," Penguin half admitted.

Killer grabbed his hips and pulled them up. Penguin seemed to get the hint, and shifted his legs so they were resting with his knees one the bed. Fuck, this was such a hot sight. Penguin looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of him, his ass sticking up in the air, his hole open, inviting him to get inside again… Killer positioned himself and pushed in again, a little rougher than he'd meant to.

"Aahhh fuck!" Penguin cried out. "Yes!"

Killer chuckled and set a faster pace then he'd done before, reaching deeper than he could before. Ah, fuck, this was so good. Penguin looked so hot, felt so hot, and sounded so hot! Yes, this was what they were meant to do. This was what they were made for.

"Ahh, fuck… fuck, fuck!" Penguin cried as his boyfriend kept pounding his ass. "Ssso… goo-ood."

Killer immediately slowed down again. "Peng, please, keep your voice down," he said, while he kept moving in and out anyway. It just felt too good to stop, he could only agree with Penguin on that. "What if your father hears?"

Penguin moaned. "Payback," he said, but went to bury his face in his pillow, nonetheless. Killer wondered what he meant by that.

He decided not to linger on it, and seeing as Penguin was moaning into his pillow now, muffling his voice effectively, he sped up his pace again. Fuuuck, this was so, so good. Nothing compared to this feeling. Shit, the hotness, the tightness, the friction! Fucking amazing!

"Fuck, Peng, you're so hot," Killer moaned, but Penguin probably didn't hear him, as he seemed lost in his own pleasure.

Killer grabbed his hips tightly, and slightly changed his position. Then his started to move Penguin's hips in time with his own thrusts, and Penguin cried out into his pillow.

Even though it was muffled, it was still loud enough for Killer to hear. "Ahh, fuck! Yes! Kill– Yes!"

Oh God, this was amazing. Killer moaned, getting a little louder with each thrust. He reached out with one hand to get a hold of Penguin's cock, and started stroking it – or rather, the movements of thrusting into his ass, caused Penguin to thrust into his hand.

"Shit, Kill," Penguin moaned, after a little while, arching his back. "Kill, aahh, fuck! Fuck!" Penguin's hands clawed at the bedsheets, burying his nails deep inside them. "Ahhh!"

Killer felt the ring of muscles around his cock tighten as Penguin cried out. Holy fucking shit, that was tight! Did Penguin just… Fuck. The wetness he felt on his hand confirmed what Killer thought. He kept thrusting in, because he was oh so close to his own orgasm, and the extra pressure made it too good to stop. Fuck, yes!

After a few more seconds, Killer moaned loudly, and his mind went blank as he came hard with a few last thrusts.

When he came down to earth again, he let go of Penguin's hips, realizing only now how tight his grip had been. He placed one hand next to Penguin's body on the mattress and leaned over him to kiss his back, while he held on to the base of the condom and pulled out. This gained him one more gasp from Penguin.

"Fuck," he said, out of breath. He placed another kiss on Penguin's back. "That was amazing."

When Penguin didn't respond within a few seconds, Killer looked up worriedly. "Peng?"

Penguin lifted a few fingers off the mattress as a sign of life. "I'm gone," he said, still muffled by the pillow.

Killer let his fingers run lovingly over Penguin's back, down to his ass. "Gone?" he asked confused. Was that good or bad?

"You." Penguin managed to point vaguely into his direction, while he turned his head to get some more air. "You fucked my brains out."

Killer couldn't help but smirk. That sounded good. He removed the condom from his dick and tied it up. He looked at Penguin, who still hadn't moved more than turning his head. "Yeah? Did I make you see stars?"

"So many," Penguin confirmed. He tiredly reached out with his hand, and grabbed a few tissues from the box on his nightstand, with which he started to make an attempt to clean the bedsheets that he had soiled. When the worst of his semen was gone, he threw the spent tissues on the ground, not seeming to have any energy left to get up and put them in the trash.

Killer smiled and picked them from the ground to throw them away for him. In the process, he threw away his condom as well as the one Penguin had thrown near the trash bin earlier that evening.

"Shit…" Penguin sounded exhausted. "Kill…" He held out his hand. "Killer…"

Killer walked back to the bed and held his hand as he sat down next to his boyfriend. He placed a kiss on Penguin's knuckles. "What is it?"

Penguin smiled at him. "We should definitely do this more often."

Killer leaned forward and kissed Penguin softly on his lips. "I'm so glad you think so. I couldn't agree more."

Penguin entangled his fingers in Killer's hair and pulled him into another kiss. Then he smiled tiredly, but content. "I love you."

Killer laid down beside him and threw the covers over them again. He pulled Penguin close and nuzzled his nose into Penguin's hair. "I love you too," he whispered. He placed a kiss on Penguin's head and smiled. Yes, this was where he was supposed to be. He was never going to leave Penguin's bed again. "We should probably sleep some more." Killer looked at the clock. "It's only a quarter past three."

When he didn't get an answer, he looked down at Penguin, and saw that he was breathing soundly against his chest, his eyes closed. "Penguin?" he whispered quietly. But his boyfriend didn't react; he was fast asleep.

Killer smiled. Fuck yes, everything still worked, and apparently, he knew how to use his dick too, if the look of bliss on Penguin's face was anything to go by. He didn't know what he had been so nervous about in the first place.

TBC~!

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