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WARNING!
This whole chapter is a sex scene ;) Enjoyyy
*Chapter 132*
Tee : I mean, it's not urgent or anything
Tee : I just got to thinking what you told me earlier
Tee : But like... You don't have to come over tonight, I'm sure you're annoyed of all of my anxiety
Tee : You've probably busied yourself with something else, anyways, I understand.
Tee : When are you leaving again? For tour? Next week?
Tee : Or did I hear wrong
Tee : You think maybe Gunner will let me come the whole time, this time?
Songbird : Throttle lol
Songbird : Why don't you set your phone down and take like ten steps away from it?
Songbird : I'll be over shortly. Right after I'm done dying laughing. The hell's gotten into you?
Throttle huffed a hard sigh and haphazardly tossed his phone to his bed in full agitation. He shoved the base of his palms messily into his forehead and grit his teeth, with eyes scrunched he finally glossed his nervous eyes around his bedroom. Dimly lit, the cream curtains drawn, his bed was somehow tidily unmade in rich white and cream downs, the only light that agitated the shadows in the room was the flickers of lightning that threatened a proper rain storm, for the night. Throttle looked down at his body in curiosity and rested his hands on his bare center. Wearing only a comfortable pair of thin black sweat pants, he ruffled his black hair into some form of agitated tidiness and began to hurriedly move to his taller, greyish tan dresser. In the slide of one of the lower, heavier drawers, he began to rummage for a comfortable shirt to wear. He was well aware that both him and Wren would potentially slip into a more comfortable realm of living eventually, though he grit his teeth as the mere thought of sex easily caused his core to tense with terror.
Throttle opened an upper drawer, above where he was rummaging, and anxiously searched for a certain shirt, an agitated, unmitigated show of entirely tunnel visioning, he buried himself into his dresser, grit his teeth and desperately clawed for that one shirt he wanted to wear, a security net or sorts. In a groan of further irritation, he bent back over to rummage through the lower drawer, now on a pointless mission amidst clawing aside perfectly good casual shirts to wear. He bit his lip and incoherently mumbled rushing huffs of breathy notions to himself, he could see the intense, white glow of his eyes piercing into the darkness of his drawers. The second he heard Wren's tender, deep voice call his name from across his home, in his dimly lit foyer, Throttle jolted his head up, consequently smashing the back of his head on the opened drawer above him.
"For USER'S SAKE," Throttle hissed in a hard grapple of the back of his head, he scrunched into a loose kneeling ball on the ground, grit his teeth in sharp pain and held his breath to quell any further feeling.
"Babe?" Wren pressed nervously, his boots tenderly pressed into the soft, light wooden floors, though once he saw Throttle shirtless, tightly curled into a kneeling ball, white fingers even further white-knuckled through his thick black hair, Wren wrinkled his nose and huffed a small, incredulous chuckle, "Throttle, you, uh... You okay?"
"I-I'm fine, I'm fine," Throttle huffed in dry agitation as he finally stood, shirtless, before Wren. Wren cocked an eyebrow and glossed his eyes across Throttle's figure whilst his glowing white eyes were still painfully shut. Throttle, although a rather thin, lean and gangly stretch of sheet white skin, had the hints of muscles up his strong, underestimated core. With the trail of soft, black hair that trailed down from his bellybutton, his chest inhaled a deep, shaky breath as he finally removed his arms and hands from his head. He peered to Wren in pleading agitation and shook his head, "I-I'm out of sorts, kinda. I'm sorry, you... Didn't have to rush over."
"I wasn't doing anything else," Wren choked a laugh, and with the further show of proving he was going to easily get comfortable and stay awhile, Wren made himself comfortable on one of Throttle's nearby reading chairs and began to slowly take off his boots, the show of olive green wool socks underneath. He shook his head and gave Throttle his cheeky, glistening blue eyes in teasing glee, "You saved me from Berri's 'do you think Gunner is a good guy' game of twenty questions."
"... Gunner?" Throttle thinly wondered as he finally sagged his shoulders and gently tucked his shaking hands into his thin, black sweat pant's pockets.
"Yeah, I think she's just insecure because she's well aware she'd rather be with Turbo," Wren muttered as he finally slipped his left boot off, he then began taking off his brown jacket cooly clad with a few Sugar Rush patches that pertained to Rancis's and Taffyta's racing numbers and logos. He heaved a soft sigh, though Throttle watched as his thin, goldenrod colored shirt stretched across his pecks in the expansive motion he took to get his jacket off of his arms and back. He finally slumped it to the back rest of Throttle's cozy recliner and brought himself to a stand, he brushed his shirt free of wrinkles and continued on, "I think she just likes to hear herself talk herself into a rut of worry."
"And you just let it happen," Throttle muttered, to which inhaled a deep breath and finally blurt a hard chuckle in resonance of Throttle's words.
"Guess so," Wren stretched his arms above his head and finally came back down with a refreshed grunt, "Seems like I'm the go-to guy for worry warts. I guess tonight's your lucky night."
"Wh-why?" Throttle staggered in a spike of worry, he was well aware his face was likely permanently glued into a beet-red shade of morbid shyness.
"Because you're clearly worried about Lash? You had me over to talk about it, right?" Wren innocently worried, and it was here did Throttle hold his breath and catch eyes with Wren in a string of tender silence, a deafening drone of warm ambience filled to the brim with hot understanding, and although Throttle was well aware Wren wasn't one to push the envelope or get way too ahead of himself, due to Throttle's fragile nature, Throttle knew Wren wasn't stupid. The way a scheming, almost stifled smile came across Wren's handsome face, he side-eyed Throttle in sly knowing and finally took the first swing at breaking the ice that was the colossal iceberg in between both boys, "Maybe a back rub? A... Slow dance?"
"... That what you kids are calling it these days?" Throttle muttered in a forced show of entire disinterest, a defense mechanism he was well aware Wren knew his way around. He crossed his white arms and tenderly looked off towards the draped sliding glass doors of his balcony, thunder rumbled the room as his deep voice rode the coattails of it, "I just... Have a ton on my mind."
"Well, let's talk about it," Wren mumbled with a warm smile, he eyed Throttle and, as cautiously as he could, he approached Throttle's massive, cozy, unmade bed and sat cross-legged on the edge of it. A subtle way of setting the scene and making clear that there was no rush, here, "You're very clearly worried about Lash. Why don't you message Turbo and get some clarity, or some reassurance? I know Tessa and Zed wouldn't task Turbo with this if they didn't trust his judgment entirely, you know that."
"Yeah, I... I went over to his loft, to have a talk with him, and Lash was there, unbubbled," Throttle mumbled, his feeble attempt at putting up a wall was now thwarted by the adorable disposition Wren eked, a warm ball of blonde love, a head tilt of entire sincerity, his googly eyes of never-ending blue practically beckoned Throttle to come and get a closer look. Throttle inhaled a shaky breath and shut his eyes tight in wild dread, "I wasn't expecting him to just be... Sitting there, in the kitchen, with Turbo."
"It's weird to see him again, huh," Wren cooed in understanding, "Especially after everything he put, well... EVERYONE through. I'm sure it's hard."
"It is," Throttle urged as he took a step to the left and began to quietly and aimlessly pace, "I want so badly to rekindle my relationship with my little brother, like I've been able to do with Nox and Turbo, but... This one is definitely going to take time. I mean, we were going AT it."
"What happened? Wait, you were fighting?" Wren worried softly, he grappled his ankles and got into a cozier nestle of a sitting position in Throttle's beckoning downs; thunder hit the air, causing both boys to flinch.
"Yeah, I... I-I guess I brought up a rather hot topic," Throttle muttered in tender, scared reveal. He twiddled his fingers and looked down to his feet as his chest slowly expanded an inhale, "Something he's really not fond of."
"... Swapping?" Wren ventured innocently, to which Throttle held his breath and bobbed a nod amidst the gentle tuck of his bottom lip into his mouth, a soft show of vulnerable secrecy. Wren shook his head and gave Throttle a cute, understanding smile, "What, did the topic of Berri and Turbo come up, or something?"
"No, I... I brought it up," Throttle dared quietly, his glowing white eyes gingerly hooked straight into Wren's, and with such a gentle, loving sting of sincerity, Wren held his breath and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Throttle heaved a shaky sigh, shrugged his masculine shoulders and looked off, "I was hoping the conversation would just be Turbo and I, but... Lash insisted I open up."
"... Not really quite what he bargained for, huh," Wren hummed with great warmth as he, too, looked down to the ankles in which he still held his his able hands. He raised his eyebrows in blushing, tender delight and finally dragged his eyes back to his boyfriend, an incredible recluse with the ability to shell away nearly as great as Turbo's, though it was clear here that Throttle was radiating a rather minuscule glimpse of glowing potential, as if Wren had the key to his heart, and after all of this time, he was about to unload with his whole heart. Wren softened and gave Throttle an understanding, cheeky smile, "Doing a bit of studying, then? I'm assuming you wanted Turbo's advice for, well... Y-You and I."
"Yeah, I did," Throttle revealed softly as he bobbed a nod and dared to catch Wren's eye, he wrinkled him a nervous smile before his facial expression very quickly drooped to cold dread, a flurry of anger that Wren was well aware wasn't promised for eternity, "Lash certainly had the information banged into his thick skull. That poor guy... Really had no clue what swapping was even about."
"The experience of it all?" Wren pressed gently, he held the disposition of still water, he knew to be something that Throttle could easily mirror and he was glad he was successful, thus far.
"Yeah, that it's... Not a muddying experience, that self programmed gamers are actually a bit stronger than us User made gamers," Throttle warmly explained, he peered to Wren in mild desperation, narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Lash kept pressing the fact that it was unnecessary, he doesn't understand that it's a special bond you share with someone. A permanent mixture with the person you care about."
"It's really not hard to understand," Wren argued with a sweet smile and a shrug of his muscular shoulders, "It's also a massive stress reliever. Poor Turbo can only pacify Berri with her core coding meditations."
"Pft, yeah... It's the most he can do, right now," Throttle muttered with a cute smile, though he finally furrowed his eyebrows and gestured his hands, "Lash just doesn't get it, but... Maybe one day he will."
"What, that it's typically what you end up doing in romantic relationships?" Wren pressed gently, Throttle nodded in frustration.
"I don't know how many times I had to keep reminding him that the hugest reason why I even bothered seeking said information was because I love you," Throttle rattled nonchalantly, though as he opened his mouth and faltered a breath to carry on, he raised his eyebrows in poised surprise and held his breath in a vacuum-sealed inhale of unmitigated horror. Wren double-took on Throttle's gaze and easily froze as well, and as thunder gently rumbled over the land, Throttle choked a noise of a terrified reversal, urgently gestured his hands and was well aware his sheet-white skin drew to a horrified shade of purple the second Wren began to slowly ease a sly, sweet grin in Throttle's direction, "I-I mean, I... User DAMMIT I wanted to tell you in SUCH a better way than that, what the hell is my PROBLEM!"
"Throttle," Wren choked a laugh and shook his head amidst a sweet, glowing beam of a smile, he finally got to his knees and prepared to escape the downs of Throttle's bed, though he remained knelt as Throttle urgently grappled his hair and began to angrily pace about his room.
"You make me crazy, I-I typically am so collected and quiet and, and...! Lonely and well-mannered," Throttle suddenly barked, to which Wren huffed a sigh of a laugh and slumped his hands to his thighs in defeat as Throttle's urgent pacing pressed on, nearly carving crop circles in his wooden floors, "You HAVE to know that ANYTHING we'd do, pertaining to swapping, is ANYTHING but well-mannered or, or... Collected, or QUIET-"
"Throttle," Wren barked a little louder, he eased a hard laugh and felt his heart race with the build up. He shook his head and urgently got in a few words, "That's why it's done in privacy between no one but you and I. You understand that anything that happens between us STAYS between us-"
"Lash is out for not even twenty four hours and his oldest brother is seeking out a tutorial for swapping codes with another MAN," Throttle's voice rasped with the escalated volume, the second lightning soaked the room, his vividly glowing white eyes eagerly hooked to Wren's with renewed, heightened, anxious energy, something Wren had never seen from Throttle before, "You hold my hand and say you'd do anything for me, y-you give that feeling of security I've never felt from anyone. You've assured and answered all the questions I had been asking myself for decades now... Too scared to do anything to seek validation for such feelings."
"Lash has no room to judge you," Wren assured with a small chuckle as he finally sat back down on his legs, though remained kneeling in readiness, "For all the shit he's done, he should be grateful that his brothers are eagerly searching for LOVE."
Throttle panted through his nose and kept his scared eyes tight to Wren's, and although Wren's disposition was that of calm easiness, an eagerness to explore his own being and love languages like he was born with confidence, Throttle almost glowered him down and wondered just how many damaged years he had over Wren, how many terrified nights of loneliness he had so securely fastened above Wren's existence. Throttle was well aware Wren wouldn't even begin to understand how scared he was, how much he had struggled through. Although the sheer amount of years and life experience between the two was what made up the difference, Throttle urgently peered into Wren's eyes and felt entire solace, a glowing being of warmth and goodness just ready to welcome Throttle home, once and for all. The years of self torture and nervousness finally coming to a head, right inside of this stormy evening, Throttle sagged his shoulders and nervously looked off. The feeling of Wren's warm eye contact on Throttle's cold, white skin was something that could easily be felt in the form of plagued goosebumps.
"Are you nervous?" Wren wondered in such softness, a cadence of true delicacy, as if he entirely understood this was a rather fragile predicament both boys were very easily approaching, a slippery slope the both of them were mere inches from. Throttle exhaled a shaky breath and bobbed a small nod, alongside an unsure shrug, his needy gaze hooked tight to Wren's as he sat up a little straighter and gave Throttle a warm look of forgiving, "Would it make you feel more at ease if I told you that I love you too?"
Throttle did everything in his power to stifle a gentle smile as he looked down to his feet. He sagged his hands into his thin black relaxing pants and, once more, bobbed a small nod of assurance. He heaved a shaky breath and finally gave Wren a glowing smile, the two shared in tender, enchanted silence, to which Wren finally huffed a small chuckle and gestured Throttle over; it was here did Throttle hold his breath, once more.
"C'mere, I don't bite," Wren blurt as his welcoming hand gesture of beckoning increased in impatient fervor, to which Throttle's bare feet finally pressed forward. Wren cocked an eyebrow and gave Throttle a playful, teasing side eye, "Unless y'like that sorta thing, huh?"
"Stop it," Throttle grunted with an annoyed smile as he lulled his eyes closed and approached the edge of the bed, where Wren sat. Wren finally eased a gentle noise and grappled Throttle's upper arm, and with a warm tug, he was successful in garnering Throttle's upper body to hover over the bed in a final succumb of his legs bending and causing the bed to warmly croak with both of their weight, once and for all. Throttle swallowed hard and shook his head, "I-I... I really have no clue what I'm doing, here."
"'Course you do," Wren chuckled, he shrugged as both boys crawled to normality, in Throttle's bed, though Wren lead the way and was successful in convincing the both of their bodies underneath Throttle's cozy, billowy downs. Wren grunted a noise, and before he could get comfortable, he began to try and unbuckle his pants and belt as nonchalantly as he could, out of sight, "And so do I. Because the both of us have never done anything like this before, that makes BOTH of us experts. Make sense?"
"... Not even a little," Throttle grumbled with a smile as he sagged the side of his head into his pillow and shut his eyes in wild, terrified apprehension. He was well aware Wren wouldn't dare shove Throttle into something he wasn't mentally ready for, though somehow, the act of it all had him frozen in fear.
"Well, what are you afraid of, then? Tell me," Wren eased confidently as he slopped his heavy pants out from the downs, to the side, and chucked them to the ground nearby. He eased an exhausted, long grunt of whole delight and snuggled into Throttle's comfortable, heavenly bed. He tucked his arm and hand underneath his pillow and lulled his eyes closed as he pressed on, "Y'afraid of... It being painful? The swap in general?"
"I guess, yeah," Throttle pressed shakily as he peered to Wren's face, his eyes were closed in nonchalant sleepiness, though Throttle wrinkled his nose and pressed on in grumbling nervousness, "Dude, if we were humans, our age difference would have us burned at the stake..."
"What? Seriously?" Wren popped open his eyes and furrowed his brows, he eased a contagious chuckle and finally half-sat up propped on his elbow, "You're, what... Thirty Arcade years older than me?"
"I'm thirty eight Arcade years old," Throttle muttered in entire dismay, to which Wren bugged his eyes and firmly sat up in a playful show of entire distraught.
"Th-thirty EIGHT?" Wren barked as he grappled Throttle's downs and urgently peered down to him in terror, and although Throttle's heart dropped in whole dread, he sagged in irritation and was wildly aware of Wren's playful nature. Wren urgently shook his head and bugged his eyes, "W-we can't go through with this, Throttle, you're WAY too old for me!"
"I'm saying," Throttle grumbled as he yanked his pillow out from under his own head and finally shoved it over his face. He continued on through the muffle of his pillow, which he was now suffocating himself with, "I met you when you were just born. You want to talk to ME about how odd this is?"
"Wait, really?" Wren pressed in seriousness as he dropped his playful act and shook his head, "There's clearly no limits, in Arcade. Age is, quite literally, just a number, here. Are you genuinely concerned about it? I mean, look at Nox and Koko... As well as Turbo and Berri."
"Turbo and Berri aren't a thing," Throttle mumbled, though he jolted as Wren ripped the pillow off of Throttle's face and leaned down a little.
"They are, and you know it," Wren muttered with a cheeky smile, to which Throttle sagged his arms and hands besides himself and inhaled a deep breath of concealed, playful irritation. Though Wren was certain that he'd likely be the ring leader in this circus, he sagged a little and wondered if he should leave room to give Throttle opportunity, pockets of confidence that came and went, Wren wondered if he'd jump up at the chance. Through the sag of his shoulders, Wren gently laid back down and peered to Throttle in warm curiosity as he snuggled deeper into Throttle's warm downs, "Did you... Really know me as a baby?"
"... I named you," Throttle pressed with a great amount of warmth as he closed his eyes, the room filled with tender silence, nothing but the gentle patter of rain and distant thunder across the land, Throttle finally peeled his eyes open and caught with Wren's entire warmth of a gaze. Wren peered to him in stunned humility and huffed a gentle chuckle of cute earnest, and as Throttle crowned a bashful smile and red cheeks, he exhaled a hard sigh and bobbed a nod, "Taffyta was having a hard time finding a name for you... She came over to my house, when we lived in Dead Zed, and I was telling her all about the cute little nest of house wrens that had made themselves cozy on my patio."
"... Really?" Wren pressed sweetly as he eagerly listened, though both boys wildly jolted as a massive bang of thunder suddenly crackled the whole room alive with energy. Out of entire habit, Wren urgently shoved himself tighter into Throttle's side and showed a genuine twinge of fear. With such, Throttle heaved a shaky breath and bashfully fastened his arms about Wren's shoulders in the jolting movement. Without question, Wren grumbled a noise and warmly buried his face into the broad of Throttle's chest, "Holy User, I hate thunderstorms..."
"I've gotcha," Throttle's soft voice concluded as he tucked his chin atop Wren's head and lulled his eyes closed, "... Since day one, I've been protective of you. I grew to really know and love Taffyta, on those days that your father was with the crew, lost inside Sugar Rush, looking for the castle. I guess some could think it weird that my... Pending swap mate was someone I cared for as a baby. Does sound strange, now that I say it out loud."
"It's not a big deal, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you," Wren shrugged and closed his eyes, he relished in the feel of Throttle's surprisingly strong grip that came around him, he sighed into Throttle's collar and relaxed to his full extent, "I'm curious what the initial code swap even will feel like... Zed told me, once, that it felt like your spine was about to be ripped right out of your body."
"Well, why don't we find out?" Throttle mumbled sweetly, though he bugged his eyes the second Wren yanked his head back and shot him an incredulous look of stun. Throttle choked a noise and urgently shook his head, he figuratively ducked his head tight into his spiky shell, "I-I... N-No, that... That was WAY forward of me, and I'm sorry, I-I just-"
"I'm trying to figure you out, dude," Wren blurt a soft chuckle and sagged his head to Throttle's pillow, both boys hovered a few inches from each other's faces, though Throttle looked entirely mortified, "You're either painfully shy about EVERYTHING, or... Saying snippy little comments that somehow prove that you have a load of confidence, underneath all that fear."
"Y-Yeah, I... I don't know," Throttle mumbled nervously as he sagged and glossed his bashful eyes all about Wren's covered, broad collar. He inhaled a shaky breath and shrugged, "I don't know what I was trying to say, there."
"I do," Wren shrugged, he lovingly wrapped his arms about Throttle's middle and easily snuggled the whole front and center, of his body, tight into Throttle's. He heaved a hot sigh through his nose and warmly kissed Throttle's jaw, just one innocent smooch of cuddly love, "You should just come out with it, already. You want to get this show on the road, but you're scared to say anything cause you're worried you'll scare me away."
"... Nail on the head, I guess," Throttle muttered in soft sorrow as he squeezed his eyes shut and heaved a shaky sigh. He reopened his eyes and felt his heart begin to thud with entire nervousness the second he could feel the product of the prolonged cuddling, between him and Wren, begin to crop up. In a subtle act of not wanting to shove his feelings away any longer, Throttle did the next best thing he could think and just lay still, allow all the feelings to come rushing him, embrace this raw bout of change he wasn't certain if he was ready for or not. He swallowed hard and wrapped his arms about Wren's broad, strong upper back and felt chills go up his spine at the feeling of Wren's able palms on the sides of his hips, "I-I'm... Starting to wonder if nothing will scare you away, though."
"Nothing but the thunder," Wren assured deeply as he nestled his face into Throttle's throat, he hovered his hot breath above Throttle's adam's apple and jugular, the racing pulse through the arteries on his neck could easily be seen throbbing in nervousness, "I get the feeling that I'm not the only one that desires to be a top. Y'got that deep down, in there somewhere, dude?"
"I don't know," Throttle grumbled through a now widening, bashful smile, the urge to scrunch his shoulders, due to the tickling sensation of Wren's chin and facial hairs, had him shying away and succumbing to love, all in one action. Throttle heaved a shaky sigh and urgently gripped his arms about Wren, as if he was the only thing now holding him to the Arcade, lest he go flying away in a fit of losing his mind entirely. Throttle heaved a gentle chuckle and began to finally feel safe in the act of peeling off layers of fear, opening up was only just the beginning in this mess, "I-I'm never good in the spotlight."
"Stage fright?" Wren wondered dully, Throttle choked another laugh and felt his veins do a weird wiggle and jump the second Wren gingerly tugged Throttle's hips into his own; Throttle nearly felt his heart stop at the feeling of Wren's firm distention that was now urgently dug into the nook of his left hip bone.
"Something like that," Throttle breathed in an exhale of gathered wilting, he fluttered his eyes closed and felt his veins do a bunch of wiggly dances, the feeling of himself now drowning at Wren's touch, he squeezed his eyes shut in falling, horrific delight at the very feeling of Wren's strong and able hands doing everything they could to fish Throttle out of the buttons of his thin sweat pants.
"What would it take, then?" Wren's deep, crackly voice wondered in warm, whispering delight as he tucked his face into the underside of Throttle's jaw. Alongside a few firm, warm kisses into Throttle's ghostly white skin, he firmly gripped Throttle's distention and began to egg him on in the form of firm squeezes and strokes, hovered tight near the tip. Throttle gasped a small noise and clawed his hands into the backs of Wren's shoulder blades, his golden shirt urgently wrinkled under the power of Throttle's grippy hands and arms. Wren huffed a shaky breath of delight and smiled on Throttle's hot skin, he continued on in a tone of near-deathly delight, "What do I gotta do to see you unleash and truly be yourself?"
"I-I... I guess the promise that y-you... St-stay with me, forever," Throttle begged in a rasp of a whisper, he shut his eyes tight and felt his whole body and spine go stiff, how desperately he stifled the urge to thrust into Wren's hand was quickly being overridden with whole desire. He choked a noise and finally allowed himself a few gentle movements, to which Wren encouraged with a bit firmer hand gestures and squeezes, though as Wren's hot breath on Throttle's collar ceased in the act of verbally rushing to Throttle's aid, Throttle quickly squeaked another plea in, "L-Last time I-I did anything like this... I-It wasn't for the long haul..."
"Having the honor of sharing coding with such a rare individual?" Wren assured in a warm tone above a whisper, he lulled his eyes closed and snuggled into Throttle's body, both stiff and hot with stifled agitation, something Wren was certain was about to come bursting forth with purpose, "I'd do anything, Tee... You just say the word."
"Don't give me that license," Throttle huffed shakily as he softly plowed his forehead into the top of Wren's shoulder, he grit his teeth and now firmly thrust into the tight clench of Wren's hand, he could hardly keep himself concealed any longer.
"But I wanna see what you're made of," Wren playfully complained in a soft tone, he squeezed Throttle's throbbing distention a little harder and firmly grappled all the way down to the base of it, he gingerly sank his teeth into Throttle's collar and eased a cute, mean chuckle of delight as he pressed on, "You're clearly pent up... Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"
"Everything," Throttle huffed over Wren's shoulder as sweat began to dot his forehead, he shakily continued to press deeper into Wren's hand before he shut his eyes tight and understood that enough was enough. He grit his teeth in gentle preparation and finally grappled the tops of Wren's shoulders, "Everything and nothing... I can't describe it."
"If you can't verbally describe it, then maybe just show me," Wren egged deeply, he blurt a gentle chuckle and was well aware his goading was just about to pay off, he cocked an eyebrow and finally returned his hand to Throttle's hip, as if to figuratively push Throttle right off of the cliff without a parachute.
Throttle grit his teeth and was well aware that anything to unfold, here, was something he absolutely prayed would fly. Although he figured he knew Wren really well, Throttle had absolutely no idea how Wren would figure being literally man handled. In a firm, though slow and loving shove, Throttle was successful in pulling Wren forward a bit, so to be comfortably laying on his stomach. Much to Throttle's entire delight, Wren very eagerly followed suit, as if he had somehow been praying for this moment. Throttle blurt a shaky chuckle as the two stirred under the heavy downs, lost in sheets and heat, Throttle eagerly found his way to Wren's backside and bit his lip in now continued terrified contemplation, a pure form of flying blind. Throttle huffed a shaky breath and grappled Wren's hips tight, and with a gentle shove, he did everything to prove to Wren that he was entirely in for it. Throttle clumsily sagged his torso over Wren's lower back and body as he tugged Wren's rear tight into his hips, and with Wren's gentle gasp of Throttle's name, Throttle choked a noise of nervous urgency and began to feel as if his coding was about to come climbing out of his throat.
In the sheer rush of excitement, Throttle felt the room spin, everything about this fragile moment somehow was only riding on the whole fact that Throttle was moving at full speed. He was well aware that faltering, here, would cause him to immediately overthink everything and halt production, due to nervousness. He shut his eyes tight and dug harder into Wren's rear in a rut of his skin against Wren's grey boxer briefs, now hopelessly wrinkling against Throttle's becoming aggressive fervor; his pulse surged in heart-palpitating excitement as Wren seemingly enjoyed Throttle's feisty side. Before Throttle could berate himself for not exposing this side of himself sooner, he shook his head and began to claw at the golden waist band of Wren's boxer briefs, and with a swift tug, Throttle was successful in yanking Wren's clothing down to the tense bend of his knees, ones of which were stirring into the downs and mattress underneath, a writhe of now-becoming desperation.
In the haze of it all, Throttle nervously glossed his faded gaze to the back of Wren's golden hair and head, he could see Wren almost nervously peering over his masculine shoulder in a rise of nervousness that he maybe was too stubborn to bring up, though with the way Wren's spine tensed in a back leaning nudge of inquiry, Throttle knew that Wren would easily speak up if something maybe wasn't right, if something wasn't going as planned. Throttle urgently grappled himself and glossed his uneducated gaze down to everything that he was about to put into motion, the key to everything beautiful and exciting right before him, and although he gently began to dig the tip of his distention into the curve of Wren's soft skin, Throttle bit his lip and felt his heart burst wide open upon hearing his own name shakily huff from the depths of Wren's deep voice. Throttle grappled Wren's hips and gently dug, a small warm up, though in full urgency to plow into this mess, Throttle's heightened, vividly glowing white eyes dart to his nightstand in continued desperation.
"A-Are you okay if... If I..." Throttle staggered his words and could hardly find his voice, his heart begged him to carry on and not cause any sort of pause for questioning his own sanity. As he leaned deeper into Wren's back, he flung his arm out, grunted a noise of reaching desperation and clumsily swung open the drawer of his smaller nightstand, thankfully close by.
"Throttle, if I wasn't okay with any of this I wouldn't be ass-first in your face, right now," Wren urgently choked through a shaky breath of a laugh. Throttle easily let the widest, most genuine smile burst forth from his figure, and as Wren noticed him pull a small bottle of lubricating lotion from his drawer, he cocked an eyebrow and watched as said bottle disappeared out of his line of sight. Wren huffed a shaky breath and tried, once more, to peer over his shoulder, "O-Oh, you mean like..."
"Please stop me," Throttle's voice crackled in rising desperation, his chest heaved gently with the urgency to catch his breath, and as he clumsily lathered lotion all over himself, as well as Wren, he shakily pressed his hand to his center and began to, once more, aim for the final dig into Wren's soul.
"S-stop you from literally going full throttle?" Wren choked in now serious realization, though he grappled the sheets and didn't hesitate in the form of ducking away or begging Throttle to stop, he tensed his masculine shoulders in nervous preparation as he felt the slippery amount of pressure softly begin to budge his body.
"Say the word," Throttle shakily begged through his teeth, he inhaled a trembling breath and was thrilled to hear Wren's anticipatory silence, and although Wren's figure looked rigid in nervousness, Throttle urgently heaved a few shaky breaths as he began to push past all the pressure Wren easily supplied.
Wren choked a noise of surprise and largely arched his back away from the hover of Throttle's torso, and as Throttle finally was well enough in to not need his hands for guidance anymore, he firmly gripped Wren's hips and hovered his hot, gaping, panting breaths in between Wren's shoulder blades. Upon the gentle sag of Throttle's groin and lower stomach flush to Wren's cheeks, Wren hurriedly huffed a few sharp breaths of painful delight as his thighs tensed into a straddle. Throttle choked a noise of entire surprise and fluttered his eyes closed in relieved desire, and although he was thrilled the two were just beginning to jump into this mess, he could feel his coding assure him that he was well beyond half way to completion, even in this raw few moments of first connection. Throttle huffed a shaky breath on the back of Wren's head and squinted into his golden hair in blurred, hazed delight. He desperately tried to get words out, a clumsy mess of panting both boys were now drowning in.
"I-I... User, I... Usually have a ton more st-stamina," Throttle begged messily, he narrowed his gaze and shook his head in gentle nervousness as he rushed to carry on, "Pl-please don't... Base all your opinions on... Wh-what happens right now-"
"Just go," Wren begged in a whining huff of trembling desperation, "I-I'm in the same boat as you, just go."
Throttle raised his eyebrows in surprised delight and allowed his hands to grip the dip of Wren's upper thigh to his hips, though before he could bite his lip and urgently heed Wren's words, Wren hurriedly thrust his hips back into Throttle's and gently pushed his upper body off of the bed for support. With such movement, Throttle dared to sag deeper into Wren's figure, and with Wren's shaking go-ahead, Throttle firmly clenched his teeth and allowed as much recoil as the extremely tight squeeze could allow. With a firm dig, Throttle felt his heart absolutely go wild with the sudden gasp from Wren's rib cage, shakily followed by the quivering exhale of Throttle's name from his mouth, the depths of his lovely, honey-sweet voice. Throttle shook his head in disbelief and hurried to get another dig in before the first round was well and over with.
Throttle lulled his eyes shut in whole desire and, as easily as he could, he sharply dug his knees into the bed, between Wren's wider straddle, and hopelessly dug against Wren's backside. His hands urgently clawed at Wren's bare thighs, the sag of his forehead into Wren's shoulder blade while Wren's deep, loud voice reverberated Throttle's name all over his bedroom walls. Alongside the rumble of the thunder and the raging storm outside, Throttle shoved Wren into the headboard, causing Wren to sag upwards against it in a defenseless position of sprawled helplessness. Throttle's hands fumbled to sag down Wren's strong core, and with one hand that quickly hooked tight to the same nook between his thigh and pelvis, Throttle's other hand urgently grappled Wren's throbbing, dangling distention. With firm, squeezing strokes, Throttle shakily groaned on the back of Wren's head and urgently continued to plow into Wren's hips, the bed loudly croaked with the continued movement.
Although merely a few minutes in, Throttle grit his teeth and felt a quick, familiar rush of coding as he firmly carried on. In the gentle stagger of Wren's name, as a desperate, kind warning, Wren clawed the wall he was being thrusted into and warmly begged for everything, the thud of the side of Wren's skull sagged to the headboard in sweet surrender as he closed his eyes and spread his trembling legs a little wider. With a bit more fervor in his thrusts, as well as his squeezing strokes on Wren's throbbing distention, Throttle grit his teeth and prepared for the spine-wrenching swap, something he was only used to experiencing on his own behalf. Although an easy, untimed mess, Throttle still felt the pop of unearthed coding come alive under his skin as he hopelessly unloaded everything he was made of, into Wren's writhing body. Throttle choked a noise of surprise and urgently drew his body even deeper into Wren, though with such a deeper press of energy, he felt Wren's body tense in rolling surprise, as if Throttle potentially pressed a certain on-switch.
Although now becoming exhausted from such a deliverance, and not even having a second to fully process the idea of brand new coding underneath his skin, Throttle bugged his eyes in surprise the second Wren suddenly backed harder into Throttle's body and forced him back into a gentle, sitting kneel. With no where to go, due to being glued to Throttle and their connection, Wren's body sagged into Throttle's lap in a squirm of rising desperation, and although Throttle sagged back and welcomed Wren's straddling, backwards position into his lap, Throttle bugged his eyes in hot realization and urgently continued to please Wren with his strong hand. Wren choked a noise and, as his sweaty back sagged into Throttle's broad chest, he raised his arms and hands up to hug the back of Throttle's neck and head. As Wren huffed a shaky noise of urgency, alongside his feverous squirming, Throttle supported Wren against him and bit his bottom lip in boggled concentration he had to pry from the depths of his brain. With Wren's powerful, heaving chest and squirming body that did everything it could to lift off of Throttle's hips, and sag back down in continued urgency, Wren suddenly choked a hard noise of surprise as he easily shot a hot mess of his own becoming up his own chest and center in a swathe of heightened excitement.
Wren loudly groaned his raspy pleas to the ceiling as he sagged the back of his head into Throttle's shoulder, and with Throttle's continued stroking and squeezing in all the right spots he knew well, both boys heavily panted in the gentle decline of movement, a sag into entire relief both boys were previously desperate for. Throttle shakily breathed onto Wren's broad shoulder and slowed down the movement of his hand, though their connection clenched and squeezed in a throbbing mess of brand new coding. Wren's raspy panting heavily pressed on, though as Throttle lulled his eyes closed and leaned in to smooch into the nook of Wren's neck, jaw and adam's apple, both boys began to gently ease shaky, surprised chuckles out into the atmosphere as thunder continued to softly roll across the unsettled land. Throttle gently continued to hold Wren, alongside the mess he made, though his free and clean hand lovingly rubbed up and down his left arm in a sweet show of camaraderie.
"Holy User," Wren huffed amidst still trying to catch his breath, he long-blinked in tender surprise as Throttle's rare, old coding flood his mainstream in a sticky mess of blood-orange honeycombs and circuits. Wren chuffed a noise of continued surprise and relished in every single last pixel Throttle was, he soaked in all the trembling, panting kisses Throttle easily supplied on his neck, jaw and the side of his face, "They weren't joking around... Th-this is wild..."
"Th-thank you for trusting me," Throttle's deep voice croaked in delight as Wren tried to pry his eyes open, though with such a brand new, strange feeling in his coding, he felt as if something had awakened in him, something he was not programmed for.
Throttle narrowed his gaze in cued suspicion and felt as if a light switch had been turned on, embedded deep inside his coding, and although Wren tenderly began to answer his inquiry, Throttle glossed his eyes across his bedroom in entire, unmitigated disbelief, the strange sensation of awakened powers coursed through his whole system, something he was well aware Wren was entirely cued to, as well.
A/N :
Hey, as some of you may not know, I have a NSFW Twitter - my username there is NuudleDoodle, and I just recently uploaded fanart of this chapter to it, of Wren and Throttle ;) Enjoy!
