A loud snoring meandered in the air. Tom was mentally exhausted from his second "therapy session" with Eclipsa and the subsequent talk with his dad about how it's "okay to be a cuck" which he mostly ignored. He opted to snooze for a couple hours before he goes off to see Star and Marco.
His snores abruptly stopped and a startled yelp took their place as a powerful buzz exploded from his compact phone.
The prince's hand fumbled all over his nightstand. Once his fingers wrapped around the vibrating device, he quickly flipped it open. All three eyes squinted before bugging out entirely at what was displayed on his blinding screen.
3 Starship 3
"Hello? Star?!" Tom wasn't sure whether he should feel happy or angry to hear from her. But either way, his voice was loud and frantic.
"Uh, Tom?" The young demon was even more surprised that he was seeing Marco's face on the phone instead.
"Marco? The heck do you want?!" He nearly shouted, harsher than he intended. Tom felt himself reach a boiling point, but made every effort to rein it all in.
"Hey man. Uh..." The so-called best friend cleared his throat. He lingered for a moment, as if unsure how to say what he wanted to say.
Tom grew impatient, almost wanting to blow out Marco's speakers, but kept what little cool he had.
"Yeah? What is it, Diaz?"
"You're" Tom thought he saw Marco suppressing a flinch. "Ahh, not busy at the moment, are you?"
Tom raised a brow, noticing how weird the human's behavior was but paid no mind to it. "Uh, not really. Why?"
"Well... Was wondering if you could, maybe come over to my house? Like, right now?"
Tom chuckled at the convenience. "Actually, I was thinkin' of seeing you and Star later anyways."
"Oh okay. Cool." Marco looked and sounded pleased. Relieved almost.
"I'm guessing Star's with you, too." Tom stated, venomously so. Of course she was. She always was.
"Yeah, kinda. Dunno why, but you wouldn't answer when I was calling you with my phone earlier. Figured using her phone would get you to answer somehow."
"I... Guess I didn't hear it. Fell asleep." He wasn't completely wrong. But he didn't want to explain to Marco right away why he set every call from his supposedly best friend to have no ringtone nor vibration. "Where is Star, by the way?"
"Uhh..." Marco's eyes bounced downwards for a split second. It definitely wasn't lost on Tom. "She's... occupied at the m-moment."
"Haahhh Thoomm!" Tom heard Star call out. What concerned him was that she wasn't on screen and she spoke with a full mouth.
Almost as if she...
"Heey Tooommm! What's happenin', Boo?" Star popped into the screen from the side, her usual joyous face gracing Tom's presence. Unfortunately, he couldn't reciprocate her smile this time.
"Hey Star." Tom laziy waved, forcing a half smile. Relief flooded his nerves and he relaxed a little. His smile widened a bit and became genuine.
Then it fell completely when he noticed something on the corner of Star's mouth. The longer his look lingered, the clearer it was.
It was a small drop of something milky and white.
"Uh, Star?" Tom pointed to the side of his mouth. "What's... What's that ya got there?"
"Huh?" Star swiped a finger on her mouth and she immediately looked horrified for a second. Marco shared a similar expression. "Ah, it's uhhh..."
It was so obvious what was going on, Tom just wanted to see how long they could maintain their lie.
"Mrs. Diaz's Cinnamon Rolls!" Star suddenly blurted out loud, clearly on the spot. "Yeah, that's right! They're sooo good! Guess there's some frosting left over. Heh heh."
"Right."
"Anyways, you comin' over?" Star asked.
"Yeah, of course. I need to talk to you two anyways."
"'Bout what?"
"I'll tell you when I get there."
They both exchanged a glance and a shrug before turning to Tom.
"Alright, cool." Marco said.
"See ya, Tom!" Star waved and smiled.
The two blinked out of view as he hung up and snapped his phone shut. He washed up and threw on a fresh set of clothes. A new leather jacket and jeans.
Before he embarked, he dragged himself towards his mirror. A set of baggy, yet determined eyes gazed back at him.
"You. Are not. A cuck." He assured himself. "You. Are a demon. A prince. And most importantly, a man. You are gonna take charge and do what needs to be done. Alright?"
With a resolute deep breath, he turned away from his reflection and spawned himself a fiery portal.
As he engulfed himself in the flames, prime numbers being counted echoed and slowly faded as he made his way.
...
A towering spire of flame erupted like a geyser right on Marco's front lawn.
"...163, 167, 173, 179, 181, 191, 193, 197, 199..." Tom counted as he stepped out of it. The burden on his shoulders forced his feet to drag as he headed to his friend's doorstep.
His finger shook and lingered on the doorbell button. He wasn't sure if it was anger or anxiety. Either way, shakes and sweat took hold of him.
Finally, his finger nudged slightly and the bell rung throughout the house.
One second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Time passed painfully slow.
At last, he can hear footsteps approaching the door. A couple sets of them, actually.
The door swung open and there they were. The two backstabbers standing in the flesh, wearing bright smiles like they don't know what they did.
Though there was something unusual about both. Marco wasn't wearing his usual hoodie. Instead he was wearing a white, button up shirt and a pair of gray slacks. Star on the other hand was in a cyan sun dress with an actual sun in the middle.
And what brought the weirdness together was that Marco was holding what appeared to be a sleeping baby wrapped in a red blanket. She was a brown haired, brown-eyed little tyke whose skin was lighter than Star's, but darker than Marco's.
"Thanks again for agreeing to babysit her, Tom." Marco said with a smile.
"Yeah, it seems like everyone was occupied. Thanks for stepping up and helping us out." Star added.
"Wait what?" Needless to say, Tom was confused as well as unaware that he agreed to anything. He couldn't make sense of what was going on. "Babysit? Her?
Star and Marco burst on a small fit of laughter.
"C'mon dude, of course! Who else?" Star winked as she playfully elbowed Tom in the arm.
"How could you forget about Eve? You're the one who named her." Marco chimed in.
"Honestly, I wanted to name her Mariposa."
"Star, you know that would've been really redundant, right? I mean, Butterfly Butterfly?"
"Well, she could just take Diaz instead."
"Oh yeah."
"Can somebody please tell me what's going on!?" Tom threw his hands down, annoyed.
"Oh! Marco!" Star looked at her compact phone. "Look at the time! We're gonna be late for our reservation!"
"Oh gosh, you're right." Marco turned to Tom, pushing his baby into his arms. "Quick reminder. Me and Star. Going on a date. You. Take care of our kid."
"Marco, c'mooon!" Star dragged Marco by the hand, running past Tom and quickly conjuring Cloudy. The blonde tossed the boy onto the nimbus like luggage onto a plane, and they immediately took off.
"If you forget anything, her schedule's on the friiiiidge!" Marco's voice faded as their cloud vanished into the horizon.
Too have no idea what was happening was an understatement of the century. He tried his hardest to rationalize, thought of every possibility, yet nothing added up. Nothing made sense.
Star and Marco had a kid? And he was the one who named it? And he volunteered to babysit her? Since when?
But Star is his-
Actually, at this point he hadn't the slightest idea who she was to him anymore. Nor what anything was or which direction was up.
Tom started to hyperventilate. His mind struggled to keep up with all the information it's taking and he can feel himself on the verge of shutting down. All the prime numbers he knew seemed to have vanished completely from memory.
The cooing and babbling of the child in his arms snapped him out of his stupor.
Her big shimmering eyes gazed up at Tom, belying no fear nor discomfort.
And then she nuzzled her head into his chest.
Tom couldn't contain a resounding "Aww". It's weird. He should be absolutely livid that Star and Marco apparently had a child without him knowing. What cradled in his arms was a spit in the face to his relationship, his pride, and his manhood.
And yet, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of serenity as his gaze lingered on the child. To say the least, she was adorable and surprisingly well behaved. Motherly instincts that he never knew he had suddenly took hold of him.
He couldn't keep himself from booping the baby on the nose. She giggled and babbled in response.
"Youw a cuck. And youw awe nothin' but."
"Wait wha-"
Tom's eyes shot open and a strangled gasp escaped his lips as he abruptly awakened.
He sprung up, sitting straight on the edge of his bed. He held himself by the temples, trying to make sense of what his addled mind just conjured.
"Okay. Okay..." He spoke quietly to himself, hoping to quell his inner strife. "Just a dream...just a dream. Doesn't mean anything. Nothin' at all."
With a deep breath, he calmed down. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand and flipped it open. An eyebrow raised when he saw a notification on his phone. One that wasn't a promo message from his service provider for once. Tom wasn't sure if he preferred if it was.
New Message: Marco.
Begrudgingly, he opened it. He had to wonder what Marco possibly could've sent him after not replying to the demon's texts and calls for so long.
It was surprisingly brief, yet curious.
Yo, could you come to my house? Thx.
The moment Tom finished reading, he flipped through several screens, he searched for any signs of that prior video call being real.
It wasn't. He hadn't had a call from either of them in a while and this text was the first time in a long time he was contacted.
He felt a strange, not so great feeling in the pit of his stomach. The convenience that once made him glad instead made him more anxious than ever.
But regardless, he had to go see them. To confront them. Discuss what's going to happen moving forward.
So, he underwent Deja Vu going through the same motions he did in his dream. Counting prime numbers and all as he stepped from his plume of fire.
He pressed the doorbell button, again one might say. At least this time, footsteps came from behind the door sooner than before.
It swung open and out popped the beaming, bubbly face of Marco's dad, Rafael.
"Hey Mr. Di-aahhh!" Tom shouted out as his eyes caught sight of the baby he was carrying.
"What? What!?" Rafael's eyes widened as he looked every which way. "Is there something on my face?"
The infant merely giggled as both men were alarmed.
"Th-the baby..." Tom's demonic blood ran cold. Said child looked identical to the child in his dream, brown hair, eyes, and all.
"Oh! I know, isn't she just the cutest thing?' Rafael brought the little one to his face and nuzzled her cheek. "Oh, you two haven't met yet! Meet Mariposa! The newest addition to our family!"
"Nnn-newest addition?" Tom's head felt like it was spiraling out of control.
"Yes, my new daughter! The Mrs. gave birth to her not too long ago."
"Your daughter?" The young demon felt all the tension and stress in his body instantly dissolve the moment things were made clear. "Oh, thank Dad."
"Anyways." Rafael turned his attention back the surprise visit. "What brings you here, young man? Come to hang out with my son, I imagine."
"Uh, kinda." Tom's gaze veered to the side as he scratched his cheek. "Is Star there, too?"
"Yes, she is." The dad nodded. "But, I'm sad to tell you that they're a bit occupied at the moment."
"Uh, 'occupied'?"
Rafael nodded again, more sorrowfully this time. "Yes, it would appear Star has come down with something. She's been vomiting all morning."
"What!?" All three of Tom's eyes bugged out. "Well, lemme in! I gotta see her!"
"Of course. Right up the stairs."
Rafael stood aside, letting Tom dash past him.
The moment the prince reached the top of the stairs, he was greeted by the sound of retching and regurgitating. His heart ached as he followed the noise, which grew louder with each step.
Finally, he reached the source. The door to the bathroom opened wide. Star was on her knees, her face practically submerged in the toilet. Marco knelt beside her, his hand rubbing laps on her back.
"Oh hey, Tom." Marco greeted, his hand never leaving Star.
Star tore her face from the toilet for a moment to see her boyfriend standing by the door.
"Heeyyy, ba- Urf!" Her cheeks bloated before her head dipped back into the toilet and spewed more chunks.
"So uh, what's up?" Marco asked.
"What's wrong with Star?"
"She uh..."
"I'm having a baby!" She popped up for a second before her puking continued.
"What!?" Tom yelled, his eyes bugging out and his jaw on the brink of unhinging.
"A food baby!" Star clarified.
The young prince breathed a sigh of relief after his girlfriend's shenanigans nearly gave him a heart attack.
"Yeeaahhh..." Marco squinted his eyes at her before his attention returned to Tom. "Someone had the bright idea of eating 50 tacos in one sitting last night."
"Hey, I wanted to get you that prize!"
"Star, I could've asked other people. And besides, you didn't have to eat all 50."
"Yeah, but what kind of-urf!" Star barfed again before continuing. "-bestie would I be if I didn't help you out?"
"Anyways..." Tom butted in. "I came as soon as you texted me, Marco. I'm glad you did because I... needed to talk to you guys anyways."
"Can we do this some other time?" Marco replied, patting Star on the back. "I think I might have to take her to the hospital."
"What? But you texted me to come over here!" Tom threw his hands down in annoyance.
"No, I didn't. I don't even have my phone anymore. I lost it a couple days ago."
"You lost your-" Tom paused, his mind staggering to make sense of things. "But who was phone!?"
"Tom, you're not making any sense."
"I-you...but-" A couple palms covered Tom's face for a few seconds before he exhaled deeply and calmed himself. An unusual detail managed to catch his eye as he watched Marco rub his girlfriend's back. A couple of his fingers were covered and tied together in bandages.
"Yo, Marco. What happened with your fingers?" Tom pointed out.
"Uhh..." Marco stared at said fingers. His pupils ping ponged anxiously for some reason at such a simple question.
"I uh, accidentally shut the door on my fingers a couple days ago. Like, really badly.'
"Okayyy?" Tom eyed Marco questioningly but thought nothing of it. "Well is there anything at least I can do to help? Maybe stick around for moral support or something?"
Star, while still vomiting, raised a palm in a "stop" gesture. Her hand bent down and flapped repeatedly in a "shoo-shoo" gesture.
"Yeah, maybe try coming back tomorrow or something. Or at least till Star feels better."
"Wow...okay." Tom sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He walked out of the room. "Seeya guys around, I guess"
"Catch you later, Tom." Marco said. Star simply waved at him as she kept her head in the toilet like she was an ostrich.
Tom left the house in a huff, summoning another wormhole of fire to take him back home. Prime numbers began being counted before the flaming spiral snuffed out of existance.
The counting resumed once the fiery portal popped right back into Tom's room. He brought himself to a screeching halt when he noticed something peculiar. Something he's seen before, but never imagined to see now laid flat on his bed.
It was Marco's phone. It was confirmed then that the human himself wasn't lying, but Tom couldn't figure out for the life of him why it was in his room now. It wasn't there before he left.
As he approached his bed, he noticed there was a sticky note stuck to the front of the phone. Curiously, he picked it up and eyed it suspiciously.
Only two words on the note. "Unlock me".
Tom, ruled by his frustrations, spared not a second thought when he opened Marco's phone. The moment the screen lit up, he honestly expected a pic of Star's smiling, cum-covered face next to Marco's flacid, yet huge dick or something.
But what he saw instead stung him just as bad. A selfie of both Star and Marco's smiling faces. The former held up the camera and laid on Marco's chest while the boy wrapped his arms around her waist.
Tom's look lingered longingly on the image. A mournful sigh left his lips as he yearned for a connection that never was in the first place.
He sighed, proceeding with obeying the suspicious note and sliding his finger across the screen to unlock Marco's phone.
Tom expected to see something he wouldn't like, but what he saw instead was more confusing than anything. It appeared to be a video, the very beginning of which is a shot of a filled kitchen sink and a couple tanned arms, presumably Marco's, elbow deep in a mountain of suds.
Feeding into his curiosity, Tom laid back on his pillows and played the video. It started out with Marco simply washing dishes. Dipping a plate or a cup into the pile of bubbles, wiping it down with a sponge, then leaving it on a rack to dry.
"Did he have his phone on his head or somethin`? And the heck is he recording for?" Tom rubbed his chin as he tried to figure things out.
Suddenly, there came the sound of a door opening and immediately closing, followed by a serious of speedy footsteps.
"Marco!" Loudly entered Star's voice as a pair of pale noodle arms wrapped themselves around the boy, forcing him to drop his sponge and his current dish in the sink.
Marco chuckled as both of his hands held Star's. "Well, hello to you too, Star."
"Marco, I'm soooo sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She apologized profusely. The camera began shaking as her embrace and her crying persisted.
"Whoa whoa, calm down, Star." Marco turned around, caressing Star by the cheek, his thumb rubbing across her heart mark. "What's wrong?"
"I... missed out on dinner with your parents..." Star sniffled. "I didn't mean to take so long at Tom's..."
"Hey hey, it's okay." Marco assured, his hands resting on her shoulders. "At least you had fun, right?"
"A little towards the end, I guess." Star managed to calm down soon. "But overall, it was weird and awkward."
"How so?"
"Well... Tom's mom had it out for me almost the whole time." Star averted her gaze from Marco for a few seconds. "And he kinda called me out on our-"
Star paused, letting the silence linger for what felt like several minutes.
"Our what?"
Star took a deep breath before grimly looking straight into Marco's eyes and answering softly. "Kiss. Our kiss."
Though Tom couldn't see what expression Marco made at that moment, he could see his hands slide off Star's shoulders. The camera moved back a bit, the girl looking slightly further away than before.
"Marco." Star moved closer, gazing quizzically at her best friend. Then it was her turn for her hands to land on Marco's shoulder. "How did he know?"
There was a pause, then a sigh. "I... may have told him months ago while we were fighting Meteora..."
Star's jaw dropped as the vitality in her usually shimmering eyes left. As such, her hands followed Marco's example and slumped off his shoulder. Then it was her turn to back up and lean against the island counter.
Marco brought his hands to the...camera? For several minutes, Tom couldn't see a thing, but all he could hear were muffled groans.
Then his hands parted, the darkness replaced with Star's assuring smile. At this point, Tom has already gotten accustomed to such a loving look. It may have been looking straight at him, but it was nowhere near being directed to him.
"Hey." She softly spoke. Star and Marco's entwined hands slowly slid into view.
"I feel like I'm making things harder for both of you." Marco's voice was low and heavy with dismay.
"Heh. You think you're making things harder?" Star chuckled. "I think I got us all into this mess in the first place."
"Well, we are Mess Up Twins after all." Marco forced a chuckle.
"Yeah... Love makes you do the stupidest things, doesn't it?"
"I guess it do-" Marco cut himself off. Tom may not be able to see his face, but he deduced that the Earth boy had a moment of realization, hence the lingering silence that ensued.
The camera moved closer to Star, who still leaned against the island counter. Marco tenderly lifted her chin with his finger, returning her sad eyes to the camera.
"I guess it does. I would know." Marco's earlier train of thought arrived at its intended destination. The view moved slowly towards Star once again. Her eyes shut and her mouth went past the bottom of the screen, followed by a quiet, yet distinct smacking noise.
"Oh man. Are they saying what I think they're saying?" Tom muttered to himself as he anxiously ran his fingers through his hands.
Their lips locked for several seconds, but it felt longer before they parted. Their foreheads rested against one another. Their lips stayed close as they drank in each other's breaths.
"Star?" Marco called out, his voice on the cusp of a whisper. "Did you just say what I think you just said?"
"Mmmaybe." Star responded playfully. "Are you saying what you think I might be saying?"
"Definitely." Not a hint of doubt or hesitation hid in his voice.
The two lovers shared another kiss, revelling in the reveal of their true feelings to one another. Tom could feel from where he was laying that it was miles more passionate than the last one. The sounds of clothes rustling indicated that they held onto each other like their lives depended on it.
"Marco..." She called out to him like she was begging him. "I wanna make it up to you."
"You don't have to, y'know."
"But I do. I'm such a screw-up."
"Yeah, but you're my screw-up."
Star started to giggle, her earlier depression fading away.
"Didn't mean anything, my ass..." Star muttered beneath her breath.
"Huh?"
"Nothing." She curtly replied. But Tom caught that and he felt another needle added to the pincushion that was his heart.
She planted another kiss on Marco's lips, before her lips moved to Marco's chin. His shirt lifted, baring his lean, hardy torso for Star to continue descending and devouring on. She especially spent more time with Marco's stomach, her lips and hands attacking it and drawing out little moans from her partner.
"Star..." Marco cried out as Star brought herself to her knees and stood eye level with his crotch. It almost sounded as though he didn't want any of this, yet he did nothing to stop her.
A snapped button and a parted zipper later, and Marco's erection was liberated from its denim prison. Star spared a mere second to lick her lips before digging
in. In an instant, her mouth engulfed his entire shaft as she practically made out with the base of his dick.
Marco's hips leaned back and his hands scrambled to hold onto something. One hand reached out to grab the edge of the island counter and the other one planted itself behind Star's head.
As he continued watching, Tom felt as though his body became lighter than air. Strangely enough, he started feeling an intense pressure and warmth around his dick. Even stranger was the moist feeling accompanying it.
Come to think of it, Tom no longer felt the phone being held in his hand, but the view through Marco's eyes or camera or whatever felt much clearer. As if he was there himself.
In fact, he was.
What!? He thought to himself. It was like his consciousness had departed his body and somehow wounded up in Marco's. He was feeling everything he felt and seeing everything he saw. It was like he was possessing Marco without all the control that usually came with it.
He felt imprisoned. He had no voice, no movement, no choice.
But at the very least, Tom now knew how it felt getting sucked off by Star. The euphoria was undeniable, even if this was merely a memory he was experiencing through some strange magic that was cast upon him. He was too immersed in the moment to care.
When Star slowly drew back, saliva rained down upon the kitchen floor from Marco's soaking dick. Her lips remained on the tip, dribbling more spit while her hands worked to spread every inch. It seemed that Star did everything in her power to make it as sloppy as possible.
"Marco, is that you still in the kitchen?" Called out his mother, Angie. Footsteps coming from the stairs grew louder with each second.
Tom felt that sudden stab of fear in Marco's heart as he gasped. Compelled by said fear, the boy inadvertently yanked Star towards his crotch, forcing her to take all of him at once again. Star yelped and groaned but she didn't resist in the slightest. Her throat instinctively tightened around his dick, pushing him slightly closer to the edge.
"H-hey, Mom! What's up?" Marco nervously waved as his mom came into view, wearing a robe. Tom could feel his eye twitching. Even though she was aware of Angie's presence, Star made subtle slurping noises as her mouth did not stop.
"Just seeing if you were getting that kitchen done." Angie replied.
"O-of course." Marco's lips quivered. His resolve slowly crumbled beneath the great pressure building in his loins. "I'm... Getting close."
He felt Star smiling on his dick. Her mouth was kept busy, slowly increasing her pace. His hands squeezed the edge of the counter so hard, one could faintly hear the marble cracking.
"Well, I see you still got plenty of dishes there." The mom pointed towards the still filled sink. "Do you need me to come over and he-"
"NO!" Marco shouted out, louder than he intended. He extended a deterring hand to emphasize.
Angie simply stood there wide-eyed and slack jawed at her son's strangely harsh reaction.
"Uh, I mean." Marco bit his lip, struggling to get words out while being massaged by Star's oral cavity. "I c-can handle it. It's not so...so hard."
Star couldn't help but giggle. Marco tried to drown it out by getting into a fake coughing fit.
"Marco sweetie? Are you alright?" She asked, concern radiating from her voice.
"Ah-ahh, of course I am. My throat's just a bit dry is all. Wha-why do you ask?"
"Because you're acting pretty weird right now."
"Y-yeah I'm... I'm okay." Marco's voice was getting squeakier. His eyes darted down for a second, briefly meeting Star's. Covertly, he raised a deterring palm to get her to stop and she merely shrugged.
"Well, if everything's fine, I guess I'll just go back upstairs. See ya later, sweetie."
"Yeah, sure. Seeya 'round, mom." Marco waved goodbye as his mom turned towards the stairs. He made one wrong movement of his hips and Star ended up gagging and choking on his dick and her own saliva.
Angie immediately turned a sharp gaze towards him. Panicked, Marco got into another coughing fit, much louder and harsher this time.
"Whew, sorry Mom. Dunno what's wrong with me today."
"Yeeeahhh..." She eyed him suspiciously. "Me neither."
She finally walked out of sight, prompting a deep sigh of relief out of Marco. He looked down, dropping a hand to help Star back on her feet.
"By the way, Marco?" Angie's head suddenly popped out of the corner like she was a gopher. Marco immediately withdrew his hand, curving it like he was a dinosaur.
"Y-yeah, mom?"
"Whenever Star sleeps over, could you two please try to keep it down?"
Even though he wasn't in his own body, Tom felt his own blood freeze and his heart drop to his stomach. Wait, maybe that's also how Marco felt at the time.
"Wha-whaddya mean? Heheheh..." Marco chuckled nervously.
"Your father and I were young once too, y'know." She vaguely said. "We're happy for you two, but please don't be so loud. If you have to, rent a motel or something."
Before Marco could question his mother, she vanished into the corner once again, her footsteps growing quieter and quieter.
"Make sure you two clean up the mess afterwards." Angie called out in the distance.
The two exchanged a look of shock. Star disengaged herself from Marco's cock with a loud intake of air. Then he finally helped her to her feet.
"Guess the cat's been out of the bag, huh?" Star shrugged.
"Yyyeaah..." Marco rubbed the back of his head. "Surprised I lasted this long."
"Well, that's good." Star smiled, flicking Marco's dick and making it bounce a little. "Cuz I haven't even started making it up to you yet."
He gulped. "R-really?"
"Mm-hmmm." Star hummed, fluttering her sensual blue eyes at her lover as she turned around. She reached underneath her dress and her hands fell to her ankles along with her leggings.
Tom felt Marco twitch below.
Star shot one last debauchery-filled, half-lidded look at Marco before lifting her dress. There was a hard limit on how stiff he could get, but he felt himself already surpassing it.
Star revealed a pair of pink lacy panties, but they weren't just any pair. There was an opening in the rear in the shape of a cat's head that bared her petite butt.
"Star. Are you...are you serious?" Marco looked wide-eyed and slack-jawed at Star like she was crazy. At the same time, there was a celebration in his mind as though he hit the jackpot.
"Eeyup." She said without missing a beat. "Figured I'd stop by the Private Area for a lil somethin' somethin'."
"Oh. That place." Marco's eyes narrowed as he recalled said place. It was a shop of saucy delicates that may or may not have caught his eye a few times during past trips to the mall. This was likely Star's way of telling him that she noticed.
Star's hand parted a cheek to reveal her puckered anus. It gave a few winks as her butt gave a few shakes, silently beckoning him to come on in.
Marco held her by the hip. Before diving in, he took two his fingers into his mouth, making sure to thoroughly coat them in his saliva.
Star squirmed as both fingers dipped into her panties, gliding along her folds.
"Man, you really want this, don't you?" Tom could swear he felt his mouth move but it was Marco's voice coming out.
"Wh-what makes you say that?" Star's voice and body quivered beneath her lover's deft touch.
"I mean, is this whole thing for you or for me?" He said as his fingers hooked into her pussy. Wet, squishing noises echoed in the kitchen with each little thrust and pull
"L-l-lil bit of column A. Lil bit of Column B. Everyone wins, y'know?"
Marco's fingers pulled out of Star's tight, wet snatch and into her even tighter asshole. Things got even tighter when he got to the second knuckle. He repeatedly parted his fingers to spread her wider, struggling at first until he was able to see a space between them.
His fingers emerged with a loud, wet pop and his dick soon took their place. His moist tip lingered on her sphincter. Both Tom and Star felt like they were being teased.
Marco gave her ass a playful pinch before he inched his way in. Star to fall face first on the flat top counter, then began clawing desperately for something to hold onto. That is, until Marco grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face to his, forcefully thrusting the rest of himself in and bending his lover backwards.
Star could only let out a few gurgling clicks from her throat as she familiarized herself with the pain and pleasure and Marco's size and shape. Her whole body went limp, the only thing keeping her up being Marco's arms.
She dropped a heavy sigh and she relaxed. A few of Marco's fingers got close enough to her lips for her to suckle and nibble on.
Marco apparently didn't need the say-so to start moving. His thrusts were slow and steady at first and gradually quickened from there, almost without either of them noticing.
"Hnngh!" Star couldn't stop her teeth from clamping down on her partner's fingers. Tom could feel the pain Marco went through, but the pleasure of Star's asshole squeezing his dick like a vice proved greater.
And then he felt the bones snap and crack beneath the immense pleasure of Star's bite. For Tom, it far surpassed the sensation that tightened on his dick. While Marco himself may have flinched and grunted hard, his pelvis kept pushing like there was no tomorrow.
In mindless retaliation to the accompanying pain, Marco took his other hand off Star's hips and started to smack her ass, rough and relentlessly. Star yelped in response to each hit and her mouth released its grip. She let loose a shriek that derived from something raw and primal that laid deep within, all the while tossing all caution and shame to the wind. With her mouth open wide, her tongue flapped and flew about, tossing around slobber like a dog in heat.
Though Tom abhorred seeing such a vulgar display the first time, there was some about this particular moment that felt carhartic. As if all the anger and despair he felt for the longest time were being smacked away.
"Star..." Marco squeaked, his thrusts becoming erratic and shaky. His legs felt like they were on the verge of becoming jelly.
"M-me, too..." Star responded, knowing full well what her and her lover's body is telling her. "I want it. I want it all."
"Y-you want what?" Marco asked facetiously through quick breaths and grunts.
"Y-your cum. Inside me... P-papi. Cum inside my tight little ass."
Star's hips started pushing back, to show her Papi how much she wanted it. She clenched him as tightly as she could, putting further emphasis on her desires.
Tom couldn't stop it. Rope after rope of his/Marco's cum gushed into Star's tight, throbbing hole, with seemingly no end in sight. He felt as though all his insecurities and frustrations instantly dissolved.
Tom's vision blurred. All the colors in sight lumped onto one another into a confusing, melting blob. Then all the colors shifted into a more familiar sight. He can see his surroundings turning back to his room. And he soon felt his body returning.
He fell back, his breath and body heavy with physical and mental fatigue. He shut his eyes and let his arm rest over them as he had to work to regain his composure.
"Wh-whoa..." Tom's ears perked as he heard a voice that wasn't his. A somewhat familiar, smug voice. "You really know how to give it to a girl dontcha, Lucitor?"
Tom's head shot up, all three wide eyes glared at the sight of Janna bent over his dresser, cum flowing out of her ass.