Victor shivered on his bike as he cycled through Circhester. It was late at night, the starry sky stark and bare overhead, free of clouds as the Northern Lights glimmered in the distance. He'd gotten his fill of them the night before, but even so, it was hard to keep his gaze from drifting upwards to catch yet another glimpse. After his third near-miss with the bike, he resolved himself to keep his eyes forward.

He was on his way to the hot springs that the frigid town was famous for. He was glad for them, he didn't know how the population would've bothered to establish such deep roots if it weren't for the springs. From central heating to outdoor pools, the Circhester Springs were the lifeblood of the town.

Victor was going to the hot springs for three main reasons: One, you don't just visit Circhester and not take a dip. Two, his pokémon deserved some time to relax too after the pelting they'd gotten from Melanie's ice-type mons. And third, he'd heard that Hop, his rival and life-long friend, was there, mouldering in the wake of his loss against Melanie. His first loss of the Gym Challenge.

Victor knew that Hop wasn't in his right mind, not since he'd lost to that pompous prat, Bede. He hoped Opal knew what she was about to put Ballonlea through by appointing him the next Gym Leader. But that wasn't his problem for now, not until he became Champion, at least.

The trainer collapsed his bike into its pack and carried it on his back as he walked into the reception for the springs. His status as a Gym Challenger got him special access, so it didn't cost him a single penny. He made sure to ask if the other challenger from Postwick was there, but while the clerk at reception couldn't speak to his origin, after hearing Hop's description she confirmed to him that he was, and that, more importantly, he was still in there.

After getting his pokémon verified for spring-use, he was allowed to bring them with him into the locker room. He let Mobius the Inteleon, Regina the Corvisquire, and Troyus, the group of Falinks, out of their balls. Rockard the Toxtricity was not allowed into the springs as he was both an electric and poison type, either of which forbade a pokémon from entering the water. He felt bad, and could sense that he felt left out, but he'd make it up to him later.

Victor and his team made their way out into the spring, the trainer wearing only a towel around his waist. The steam from the water felt very jarring against the cold night air, but it was brisk and refreshing. He made sure to survey his surroundings first, and sure enough, sat on the edge of the stone pool, was Hop. Ventura, his Cinderace, was standing between his legs, having his ears and scalp rubbed by his trainer. Ventura was the only pokémon there, aside from Victor's own.

"Hoppip!" Victor called. Hop jumped, his shoulders flinching as his head snapped around to look at the newcomer.

"Oh, Victor, it's you," he said, his head drooping down, his wet purple locks, free of gel, fluttered over his forehead and eyes. "I heard you got the Ice Badge from Melanie. Congrats!"

Victor smiled in thanks and walked up to the edge of the pool. His pokémon all slipped into the water, Mobius especially enjoying the heat. Ventura seemed more interested in the new company of his friends and darted out from between his trainer's legs to play. The Troyus-Squad were more than happy to splash with him.

"Yeah, it wasn't easy though. Melanie really knows how to compensate for her type's weaknesses." Ice may have a reputation for being weaker, but a great trainer like Melanie was more than capable of bringing out its potential. He knew he only made it through thanks to the Troyus-Squad.

Victor knew that Hop had failed his first attempt on Melanie's gym, and the weight of that was clearly bearing down on his shoulders. First his loss to Bede, and now this. "I'm sure that if she was a Leader when Leon was going about his challenge, he wouldn't have the title 'Unbeatable'."

Victor took the towel from around his waist, laid it on the rim of the pool right next to Hop, and sat down. He sighed as his sore feet and legs dipped into the water. Cycling uphill in all that snow hadn't been fun and found himself wishing he'd picked up a fire type at some point. He was sure that Ventura made a great space-heater for Hop at times like this.

"Yeah, maybe." Hop looked away, his balled fists going between his legs to cover himself. Victor could see the slight tinges of red peaking around his cheeks though. He was always the more bashful of the pair, ever since they were kids. They'd been naked together often, whether it be by bathing together, skinny dipping, dares, or getting to know each other under the covers, Victor and Hop were very used to each other.

But Hop was still easily flustered, and there was a stark difference between their bedrooms and a hot spring. Hoping to cheer his best friend up a bit, Victor scooted right up to Hop, their rears and thighs pressed together and their arms linked.

"Vic!" Hop hissed, looking frantically around for an instant before turning and shooting a red-faced glower at the other trainer. "Someone might see!"

"And?" Victor asked simply, his hand placing itself on Hop's thigh. "What are they gonna say?"

Hop's legs and lips pressed together, the former to keep himself from blurting out something undesirable, and the latter to keep something else unwarranted from springing up and making itself known.

"I dunno…" Hop finally said, his shoulders loosening as he gave into an old habit and rested his head on Victor's shoulder. "I just…I don't wanna do anything else that could make Lee look, ya' know…"

Victor's heart throbbed in his chest. He'd never thought of it that way before. He'd always been confident in who and what he was. When he realised at a tender young age that he had a crush on his best friend and neighbour instead of any of the girls in his village, he was fine with that. As were his parents. Hop had taken a lot more time to be comfortable with himself enough to even say the word 'gay' out loud. And it took even more time for him to tell Leon, and a bit more to tell his parents.

Of course the immediate assumption was that they were together, Lee even asked when the wedding was, forcing Hop's chin to his chest and making him develop an avid fascination with the kitchen tiles. They weren't, even if they walked to and from each other's houses with their hands clasped together or slept in the same bed and fed each other a bite of food from their own forks.

They'd only been kids when they started doing all that, eight at the earliest even if Victor could swear that they'd been like that their entire lives. But because it was just how they were, how they behaved when they were with each other, those things never felt like the sort of things couples did.

Not to them at least.

Even when they were ten and discovered certain things about their bodies, how rubbing a certain thing felt great, how having someone else rub it felt better and having it be suckled was the greatest, all of that just felt like very close friendship. Even if they were the only friends who did things like that, it was how their friendship operated.

At least, that's what Victor said to himself over and over and over. Especially on those cold nights where Hop was in his bed or he was in Hop's bed, and their sometimes bare bodies were pressed against one another, feeling every definition of the word 'right'. Especially when their forms would fit together like a jigsaw, his hips against Hop's hindquarters and his arm draped around his chest, their hands loosely clasped. And especially when they kissed, when their lips pressed together and sent a surge of heat that Moltres, Entei, Ho-Oh, Groudon and Reshiram couldn't even imagine through his body. And he repeated that mantra most when he was in Hop, when he'd plunge slowly into him, being squeezed by his tight, velvety warmth and forced the breath from his lungs and made him cry out Victor's name as he exploded from the inside out in pure and utter pleasure.

This is just how his and Hop's friendship was. That's what Victor had to tell himself.

"You know, Lee doesn't think any less of you for being-" Victor was about to say 'gay' but knew that Hop didn't like that word being said so blatantly even when in privacy. And while it'd be hard to hear a single word over the splashing and joyous cries of their playing pokémon, he didn't wanna risk upsetting the other boy. "This way. He loves you, and always will. No matter what. And he's not the only one."

Victor rested his head on Hop's. His arm loosened itself and went around his waist, holding Hop close as his other hand went to his knee and rubbed up and down.

"You're an amazing trainer, and don't let that prick Bede let you think otherwise." He spoke quietly but firmly and emphasised it with a seconds-long kiss to Hop's forehead.

"But I lost…to him and to Melanie. It wasn't even a contest. Even leading with Ventura and Dynamaxing him, who should've had every advantage, we weren't able to win." Tears that had built in Hop's eyes had started to fall. His shoulders trembled and his voice cracked more with each syllable.

"Hop," Victor started, but didn't know how to continue. The boy next to him, who he had known his entire life, whose body he knew inside out, whose favourite ice-cream flavours he could rank from most to least favourite without skipping a beat, was devastated and he was at a loss as to how to help him. He felt so completely and utterly useless!

All Victor could think to do was to tighten his hold on Hop and have him bury his face in the crook of his neck. Hop sobbed and wrapped his arms around his friend, trying to lose himself in that familiar, nostalgic feeling and go back to a time when anything seemed possible.

"I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be your rival and I'm just a stupid, weak crybaby," Hop pulled away and made to stand, but Victor didn't let him. The lighter-toned trainer stood, took the place between Hop's legs Ventura had been occupying earlier and pressed his hands down on Hop's shoulders, keeping him sitting.

"V-Vic!" Hop flushed crimson now that he could see his friend's semi-hard member dangling between his legs without shame or compunction. Even if he'd had that member in his mouth and arse before, he was still as bashful about it as he'd been when he first saw Victor naked.

Well, he assumed he'd been as coy back then, as he couldn't remember ever being able to see Vic's naked body and not flush, even when they were little kids and you weren't supposed to care about those sorts of things. Hop always did, despite being raised in a fairly open family. Lee especially hadn't been very humble growing up. He often walked around shirtless, and sometimes even in a lesser state of dress if necessary. Even so, Hop was always unwilling to bare himself where anyone could see and refused to let himself be bathed by age seven. The only one who was allowed to see what he had above the knee and below the waist was Vic. And now, by extension, his pokémon.

"Look at me." Victor demanded, pinching Hop's chin and forcing his head up. "Look at me." He said it again, as Hop's eyes had been trained to the right. Though enough demanding got him what he wanted and Hop finally looked him in the eye, gold meeting green. That was the one thing Victor loved about Hop more than anything; His eyes. He could get lost in them for hours, and he'd let himself if Hop was able to sit still for that long. Alas, he had to make do with scant glances.

"You are not stupid. You are not weak. And you are most certainly nota crybaby." That last one was the only one Victor was telling a white lie for. Hop did have a tendency to get emotional, though he had grown out of it a bit as he got older. Only a bit though.

"You're an exceptional trainer, an amazing friend and the perfect little brother. Leon is proud to call you his own!" He may have never heard the Champion say it, but he saw it. Lee adored Hop maybe more than Victor did. Maybe. He saw it in the man's eyes, the way his pats or hugs lingered, the gleam in his eye when he saw Hop try anything, and the restraint he exerts to keep himself from hurtling into overprotective 'big-bro' mode, said more than any number of words could.

"You're having a slump, that's all! We all get them, but that does not mean you're any of those things you said! I'm proud to call you my rival, I wouldn't be where I am now without you by my side! Pushing me, and sometimes pulling me to where you are! If you weren't there when I lost to Kabu, I might have given up there and then! But I saw that you were able to push through and felt the drive to do the same! And I'm gonna do the same for you even if I have to drag to you Melanie's gym right now, stark-naked!"

Victor stopped for a moment, needing to get his breath back from his rant. Even the pokémon that'd been playing behind him, who were likely now staring at his bare arse, had been stunned into silence. He could feel his own anxiety. Were they thinking that he was mad, or in danger? In any case, they seemed ready to pounce into action.

"I love you Hop, you're my best friend." That was the only bookend he could think of. Not particularly creative, perhaps, but he felt like it was the correct thing to say. He wrapped his arms around the other trainer and pressed his face into his neck, breathing in Hop's scent, and hoped that he'd gotten through to him.

Hop trembled and sobbed wetly into Victor. He wrapped his arms tight around his chest and hugged him as close as physically possible. The weighty burden he bore on his small shoulders lightened. Victor got under it with him and chipped it away piece by piece, second by second.

"You're your own worst enemy, Hoppip." Victor pulled away, cupped the other boy's face and pressed their foreheads together. "You have all the potential Lee does, you will make it through the gym challenge and you will face me in the finals! Not Bede, not Marnie, not anybody. Just you."

Hop could only stare deeper into Victor's eyes, his tears falling for a different reason now. His lips curled into a timorous smile and he nodded. His heart felt reinforced, his ego repaired and his drive invigorated. He would make it to the finals, and he planned to win!

"You're the best, Vic." Hop placed a quick, light kiss to his friend's lips. That finally alerted his body to the position he and Victor were in. He glanced down and saw his member poking up, proud and unabashed. He blushed a little, but it wasn't anything Victor hadn't seen many times before. And he'd more than just seen it.

"I try." Victor winked and ran his hands through Hop's hair, his own member jutting out stiffly. He pressed himself against Hop, making their lips meet again as their stomachs and cocks bumped against one-another. Hop gasped as the force nearly pushed him back. But his arms and legs found themselves around his friend's neck and waist respectively. And besides that, Victor's hands were on his hips, keeping him safe and stable as their lips interlocked and their tongues danced a familiar, intimate dance.

Hop moaned into the embrace, feeling at ease for the first time since he and Vic were seen off by Milo, Nessa and Kabu in Motostoke. The Pokémon seemed to sense that their trainers were happy again and resumed their boisterous, thankfully noisy, playing.

Hop moaned as Victor's hands slid under his rear and cupped his cheeks. On instinct he pulled him closer with his legs, causing their cocks to slide against one-another. Victor gasped as the sudden surge of pleasure raced through him. His hold on Hop's ass-cheeks tightened, spreading them. Hop too gasped and bucked against Victor, who started to grind against Hop in turn.

The pair's pitched moans and euphoric exclamations bounced around the spring, joining the splashes and playful cries of their creatures.

"V- Vic!" Hop breathed lowly, his face flustered, his hips writhing, his eyes lidded and his mouth agape as his best friend bit into his neck and sucked hard, leaving a mark in a spot that had been bruised so consistently and for so long that most thought it'd been there since birth. Even his family didn't think to question it or were polite enough to not mention it.

Then, when Hop felt Victor's teeth break the smallest bit of skin, he was pushed over the edge. His writhing became erratic, his breaths deepened his nails dug into his partner's back as that hot coil in the pit of his stomach shattered! He shot a single thin rope of hot cum onto Victor's abdomen and slumped back, only kept up by the other boy's hold as he generously grinded as much orgasm as possible from Hop's wilting member.

"Was that good for you?" Victor asked as he pulled away and looked Hop in the eye. Hop usually came first, and that was by Victor's design. Hop had tried to reverse things after catching on, but his vigour usually only led to him finishing quicker. So he's long been content in his place, with this paradigm, as it was what Victor seemed to enjoy. Besides, it wasn't like he wouldn't give his friend what he'd received in turn.

"Stellar," Hop replied. He draped himself into Victor and nestled himself in the crook of his neck. "You're the best, Vic." His voice was small but insistent. He wouldn't accept any humility from his friend, not this time.

"You bring out the best in me." Victor tilted hop's chin up to look at him. He leaned down and kissed him again, his cock aching for some form of release after getting so riled up. But he wouldn't yet. If Hop was willing, he'd get his own in just a bit. "You make me wanna be my best self, Hop. You're so amazing that way. You make all of this, all the training, all the battles, all the struggle, completely and utterly worth it. I can't imagine having anyone else across from me, driving me, pushing me and-" He was cut off by a finger to his lips.

"You're getting sappy again, mate." Hop smiled and pulled Victor down to press their lips together once more. He knew all this, Victor showed all this and more just before, by dragging Hop back into the realm of common sense and then sending him over the edge of pleasure. He didn't need words to know how Victor felt, he knew, and he hoped that he knew just how much Hop loved him too. "And…I love you too. I never said it earlier."

"You didn't need to."

"I know! I just felt like it."

A while later, after bathing properly in each other's arms, and after making sure their Pokémon partners got their fill of playtime, Hop and Victor left the springs and made their way to Hotel Ionia. Their status as Champion-endorsed Gym-Challengers entitled them to free accommodation.

"Two rooms?" The clerk asked.

"One!" Hop corrected.

"Okay, one, two-bed-"

"One bed!" Victor interjected, following with a wink to Hop, who did his best not to wish the ground would swallow him.

"One bed." He whispered.

And so, a few moments later, they were in their one-bed room. Though the size of it would've allowed about three other people to occupy it with them.

"No point in packing everything away, we'll be moving on tomorrow after you beat the snow out of Melanie." Victor said as he placed his belt of pokéballs on the desk.

"Now," he said quickly, turning and clapping his hands together. "I think I'm owed a bit." He had a tight smirk on his face that Hop knew only too well. He blushed, his eyes darting to the side as his lips pursed. He knew that look and knew exactly what Victor wanted. And he didn't hate it, far from it in fact, but he knew that Victor liked it when he played bashful.

"I guess you are…" Hop toed off his shoes, kicked them to the side and walked to the middle of the room. Then he stretched his arms out far to either side of him in a t-pose. "I'm ready when you are." He put a crack into his voice and squirmed on the spot, knowing that Victor enjoyed the theatrics of it all.

And Victor did. His heart thrummed with excitement so much that he was practically bouncing on the spot! But he enjoyed keeping Hop in suspense too. He took his time in locking the door and putting away neatly the shoes Hop kicked aside. He put his own next to them and slowly started to strip. He hummed as he did so, stripping to just his boxers and socks, the rest of his clothes folded neatly over the back of the desk chair.

"Now," he hissed sharply as he clapped his hands onto Hop's hips from behind. "This is gonna be fun!" Victor ran his hands up his friend's sides to his shoulders. He kneaded them for a moment before pulling his fur-lined jacket down his arms and off. He tossed it onto the bed as Hop extended his arms again.

Victor nestled himself right up against Hop's back, his hard member protruding from the fly of his boxers and prodding Hop's ass. His hands went back to his hips then snaked around to his front. His fingertips danced with the waistband of his pants before sliding under his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the nape of the other boy's neck as he massaged and kneaded the flat of his stomach.

This made Hop giggle and arch his rear into Victor. He'd never say it out loud, mainly because it would ruin Victor's fun, but he really enjoyed this 'body-play', as he'd come to call it in his own head.

"Shh!" Victor hissed, giving Hop's tummy a light slap. Hop sucked his lips in to keep anymore slips like that at bay. Victor's hands then went to his waist and started to glide up until they reached his armpits, bringing his t-shirt with them. "Hold," Victor ordered, and Hop obeyed. He preferred this, it gave his hands something to focus on rather than be stretched out, which always made them ache after a while.

Victor's hands continued their greedy roaming, glancing lightly down his sides before rounding over his tummy again and up to his chest. He could hear the other boy's laboured breathing in his ear. Victor was getting very antsy, and he wanted to bend Hop over the bed and do him, but a much louder part of him demanded that he take his time, that he give Hop's perfect body the attention it deserved.

To that effect, Victor's fingers pressed against his friend's nipples. He pinched them and tugged on them, making Hop bite his lip to keep the moans in. He was sensitive there, uncommonly so, and Victor knew this.

"V- Vic!" Hop squeezed his eyes shut and wriggled his hips as Victor twisted, sending sharp stings and longing aches through him.

"Shh!" Victor chastised, giving Hop's little buds a slightly tighter squeeze than before. But he left them shortly after, knowing that there was more to be had. He walked around to look his friend in the eye, his cock pointedly poking Hop's regrowing, reinvigorated bulge.

He leaned in and stole a sudden kiss from the darker boy. His tongue infiltrated Hop's mouth and roamed around as if it owned the place. Which, to be fair, it did for the moment. Meanwhile, Victor's hands scraped from the back of Hop's shoulders all the way down to the waistband of his trousers before his fingertips dipped in underneath.

Hop moaned into the kiss and arched into the touch, knowing full-well what he was in for. And he wanted it. More than Victor. He wanted to forget about his failings, Bede's words and Melanie's utter thrashing of his team. He wanted to get lost in Victor's game, in his lust and his touch. He wanted to be the subject of the other boy's complete attention; most of all, he wanted to make him cum.

Almost as if Victor knew what Hop was thinking, he slid his hands fully into the back of Hop's trousers, going under his briefs too. He cupped and kneaded his ass like he had before, but now with the insatiable vigour that came with complete privacy.

Hop was beginning to run out of air but said nothing. He didn't let go of his t-shirt and he didn't pull away. Victor knew him and his limits and let him have a breath just when it felt like he couldn't go without a second longer.

Victor got to his knees. His hands went up the sides of Hop's legs, feeling the rough fabric of trousers before quickly going to the button. He undid it and the zipper and harshly tugged them down to Hop's knees. He licked his lips and smirked. Now a bit freer, Hop's cock was tenting his briefs with a wet spot at the tip.

He pressed his hand against the stiffened member and rubbed harshly up and down. Hop's composure broke and he gasped audibly and bucked into the touch. This wasn't allowed in Victor's game so he smacked the back of Hop's bare thigh with his hardened trainer's hand. "Vic!" he yelped, flushing red and trembling in arousal.

Victor said nothing. His mouth had more important things to do. Like pressing against the side of Hop's clothed shaft while a hand fondled and squeezed his small balls. He suckled and lightly bit the side of the cock. Then his hand left Hop's testes and squeezed and pumped his quivering member instead. He thumbed the wet tip and traced roughly the rim of the foreskin.

Hop was a whimpering mess above Victor. His cheeks clenched and his breath hitched as he mewled and resisted every urge to hump into his friend's face. He bit his lip, his chest heaving, his knees knocking, his tip leaking.

Victor knew the effect he was having, and he lived for it. Hearing hop, feeling the tension and need drip from him made him leak in turn. Hot trails of precum leaked from his tip and down his shaft. But he didn't dare touch himself. He didn't want to explode this early and not be able to thoroughly enjoy the rest of the night.

He pulled his hand off of Hop's member and stood. He was barely an inch taller than the other boy, but with the way he trembled and buckled, he felt twice his size. Especially when Hop looked up at him with wide golden eyes, completely unsure of what was going to happen next. Victor gave the smallest smirk. His hands went to Hop's cheeks and held him still while his tongue dove into his mouth again, dominating it once more.

Victor's hands trailed down Hop's body, scraping down his sides to the small of his back before sliding under the waistband of his briefs. Victor kneaded, spread and squeezed. His fingers traced forcefully between the cheeks, pressing and slipping ever-so-slightly in. Hop pushed back onto his digits. Victor pushed more into him. Hop moaned and groaned into their kiss, his Hip's rocking wildly back and forth, rutting against Victor as he stained the front of his briefs and droplets of white fell onto the blue carpet.

They separated, Victor's fingers still hidden. Hop gasped for breath, trying to drag the room's supply of air into his lungs as fast as possible.

"That's two you owe me now." Victor pulled one hand out of Hop's underwear and delivered a sharp slap to his right cheek. Hop winced and tried to look bashful, but a smile couldn't but try to curl around his lips.

Victor slithered behind Hop and rested his hands on his hips while pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. Then he went lower, trailing down his spine as he slowly got to his knees. Then his fingers hooked into Hop's briefs and tugged them down his legs and past his knees to bundle with his trousers.

Victor's heart pounded like a drum. He took his time examining Hop's ass despite having already committed every curve to memory. He moaned as he leaned in and pressed his lips to the crest of the left cheek. His lips traversed inward until he was splitting the middle.

Hop clenched in anticipation, knowing what was coming next. But then he felt Victor's hands knead and relax his cheeks until he loosened up. He dared to look over his shoulder. He saw Victor staring up at him, his eyes manic as he pressed his slightly-parted lips to Hop's hole.

His breath hitched as he snapped his head to look forward. His cheeks deepened to a flush crimson as he felt Victor breach him again. His cock struggled to harden so soon, but it had no say and forced itself to stick out.

It ached and Hop wanted to wrap his fist around and pump himself back to his full length, but he knew that would only annoy Victor. No, he was a good boy, he'd keep his hands where they were put and stand still. But he found this to be ever-more a struggle the more Victor was down there.

Hop struggled to keep still as Victor started to go harder. His nails dug into the flesh of Hop's ass-cheeks, his tongue dipped in deeper and deeper while his lips and teeth scraped the surrounding sensitive skin. Then he wasn't back there anymore. Victor was standing, a hand clasped onto Hop's shoulder as his other hand went down.

Once more, fingers were in Hop, two of them straight into the knuckle. He exhaled a gasping, raspy cry as that spot was pressed on. He caught Victor's smirk out of the corner of his eye. Stars flooded Hop's vision. His knees knocked and the struggle to stand was real. He could hear the sound of Victor's digits entering and exiting him, curling up into him to strike that spot over and over and over.

He remembered the first time Victor had pressed it. He'd been so overwhelmed that he passed out for a few minutes while his friend Panicked nakedly over him. Then hop demanded that he do it again. After that, it became obvious why the men online liked to put their cocks in each other, and it didn't take long for Hop and Victor to follow suit.

"V-Victor!" he cried as he came again, his member quivering and twitching from its touchless orgasm.

'That's three now.' he thought, knowing that each subsequent orgasm of his meant another load Victor would want to have in response. All of which would likely end up in Hop.

Then Victor leaned in and breathed against Hop's ear. The darker boy trembled, barely standing.

"Seems like you're ready."

Hop's world rushed in a dark haze before he felt himself slammed onto something soft and bouncy. He was bent over the bed. Victor was holding his hips and his ass was raised in the air, the other boy's member pointing wetly.

Hop raised his rear as well as he could, his toed tipped and his hips wriggling. Victor had earned this, he'd put the work in and now he was about to sew, or plough, the efforts of his labour.

Hop bit into the bedding as he felt himself breached wider than any finger or tongue could manage. Inch by torturously slow inch, Victor pushed his pulsing cock deeper and deeper inside him. He clenched around him, unable to help it. Even as prepped as he'd been, it still felt like he was being filled to beyond his brim.

"Viiic~!" Hop exclaimed, long and drawn out, pleading as his body broke out into a hot sweat.

For his part, Victor struggled to keep composed. He'd pushed himself to the precipice of his edge before now, not stopping until he was ready to shoot himself weary all over Hop. Now, as he was sucked into that tight, velvety hotness, that thing that'd been whispering in his ear, telling him to go slow and to make it about his friend, was gone. Now he was buried to the hilt, his whole member enveloped and squeezed, leaking and dripping and begging him to go on.

And he did.

The bed creaked and moaned, the loose door rattled, Hop let out pitched moan after pitched moan, and Victor grunted as his hips clapped into Hop over and over. He started with a hand on his lover's hips, looking down to watch his cock disappear into him and see the ripple of his ass as he clapped into it. He enjoyed watching how the other boy would push back onto him, would clench around him and jolt as he struck that spot in him.

"Hop, Hop, HOP!" Victor cried, his thrusts intensifying after a moment of ragged humping. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw as he felt his world culminate and his whole body heat up. That hot coil in the pit of his gut snapped and he poured his life into Hop. Rope after rope left him, his hips working overtime to draw every last possible drop as he continued to moan and mumble the other boy's name.

Then Victor collapsed onto him, his chest fitting perfectly into the arch of Hop's back. He kissed Hop's shoulder-blades and craned to reach the nape of his neck. His hands slithered under him to hug him tight and feel his heat.

But this wasn't done, not yet. Hop knew they were only resting and that the numbness he felt in his lower half, the jelly-like consistency his legs felt like they were in, wasn't the end of it. It was only a few moments until Victor was slowly grinding against him, and his cock started to grow inside Hop.

Victor stayed hunched over his friend, one hand curling fingers into his mouth while the other clutched his shoulder. His hips clapped into Hop again, though this time there was a hot wetness dripping down the insides of his thighs. Hop could barely moan. He could only drool and lick Victor's fingers as the other boy grunted and groaned against him.

He slurred out his lover's name as best he could when he felt that aching cord tighten in his stomach. He tightened around Victor as he struck that perfect spot over, and over, and over again, forcing Hop's cock to squirt whatever it had left onto the bedding and his stomach.

"Four!" Victor grunted raggedly, now thinking that Hop would have to go into overdraft and owe him later.

Though, at least one more was deducted from that total as he humped himself into Hop once again. He went limp on top of him this time, his breaths ragged and out-of-sync with Hop's. When Vic breathed in, Hop breathed out, and he found himself actually starting to tire. But he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it if he left Hop two ahead of himself.

One was his maximum. One was easy for his ego to brush off.

"Vic." Hop's voice was small and barely carried to Victor's ears. He sounded utterly exhausted, but when he raised his head to look over his shoulder at Victor, he could see fire still burning in his eyes. It was the same fire that he saw when they battled, the one that pushed him to be his best and to never give up.

Hop didn't like when he took it easy on him, not when it came to battling and certainly not when it came to this.

Victor craned his head to press a messy and awkward kiss to Hop's panting lips. Then there was a rush of flailing limbs. Victor ravenously pulled off Hop's t-shirt and the clothes bundled at his ankles and pushed down his own boxers.

Hop lay on his back, limbs spread, hands clutching the bed covers as he looked up at his lover. His cock lay limply on his stomach, a sticky mess on his belly. The bed dipped as Victor kneeled between his spread legs, his hands snaking up his sides again before travelling the length of his arms, clasping their fingers together.

Their lips pressed against one-another, their tongues coiled together, the boyhoods writhed against each other. They didn't hear the creak of the bed or the winds outside, they only knew the feel of each other's heat and the sounds of their partner's short breaths.

They explored each other, hands tracing long-felt paths and resting on favourite spots. Victor's member soon stood with the vigour it'd known earlier. Hop saw it and felt a shiver wrack through his body. He couldn't even lift his legs to give his lover access, but Victor was there to do it for him.

The lighter boy lifted the darker one's legs onto his shoulders, hoisted his hips up off the bed, and prodded his hole with the tip of his cock, which ached beautifully as it re-entered Hop.

"Vic!" Hop's fingers clutched Victor's shoulders as he slid into him again. He felt the other's balls tap against his ass, signalling that he was buried all the way in. He struggled to wrap his arms around the other boy's neck but managed it and pulled him close.

He felt like he was about to burst, that his seams were straining and that Victor would tear him in two! It didn't matter how much they did this or how prepared he was, Victor just knew how to make him feel like his strings were being pulled taut.

Victor reared his hips back, his forehead pressed hard against Hop's, and slammed himself back into the hilt. He winced as his balls bounced against Hop but felt that the sound he forced from the other boy was well worth it.

The small room filled with the sound of slapping bodies once more, these ones faster, sharper, and accompanied by the strained, exhausted, euphoric moans and groans of the ones clapping them into existence.

"VICTOR!" Hop yelled, clenching like a vice around his friend as his sweet-spot got struck for the dozenth consecutive time and he spewed what little dribble of cum left in him onto his stomach. This was enough for Victor it seemed, as with a final burst of energy he slammed himself into Hop's tightened body.

"HOP!" he echoed, humping what dregs of orgasm were left in him into his friend before pulling his member, limp and drenched in his own seed, out.

He collapsed next to Hop, who lay bow-legged and with a puddle of white leaking between his thighs. Their chests rose and fell in tandem and their hands loosely lay on top of one-another.

Hop closed his eyes, thinking that he just needed to rest them for a moment, but found himself falling into the welcoming embrace of sleep. The ache in his bottom half hurt so good, and the heat and scent of his lover next to him were just too comforting. It didn't take long for his breaths to even out into the wispy exhalations of slumber.

Victor noticed this and smiled. He waited until his own chest stopped hurting and he got some energy back. He slid off the bed and, as gently as he could, lifted Hop into his arms. He managed to pull the covers back and lay the boy down. He slid in next to him and pulled the covers over their naked, exhausted bodies.

He clapped twice and the lights turned off. Then he nestled up against Hop, his heart, body and mind all content with this familiar position. Even so far from home, this felt wonderfully familiar. It let him follow the love of his life into the land of dreams, where he saw himself standing at the top of an altar and walking towards him, looking as if Arceus itself had blessed him to be perfect, was Hop, a smile on his face and an inferno in his golden eyes.

They kissed, people cheered, and Victor cried, his sleeping heart aching at what may never be.

If only he knew that no distance away at all, the God-blessed boy of his dreams felt exactly as he did, both worrying that they may never hold what was already in their hands.