Whoops, didn't mean to take a several-month break, but after previously nearly 3 years without updates, I'm sure y'all won't mind.
Tino didn't know why he'd been invited for a games night. No one wanted to play anything with him, not since he'd been little. When they were kids, he and Eduard once played scrabble. Eduard had won, obviously, and Tino had bitten him on the arm. The fact that Eduard was also going to this games night was equally baffling.
Tino and Eduard met in the hall outside Gunner and Berwald's flat. The pair stared at each other for a long moment. Tino grinned and waved. Eduard glared at him for a moment, then shrugged and waved back. Kukkamuna scampered over to lick her uncle.
"Fancy seeing you here," said Tino coyly.
"They're my friends too. And you're going to behave yourself." He crossed his arms.
Tino snorted. "I'll behave if you do."
"I'm always on my best behaviour. I'd have an anxiety attack if I wasn't." He knocked on the door.
"You'd have an anxiety attack anyways," Tino noted before Berwald answered the door. Gunner poked his head out behind him, laughing.
"Oh good, it's you! Berwald was like an overly-excited dog every time someone knocked. "Aw, wh'n's T'no gettin' h're? M'ss h'm. L've him s'much."" He made kissing noises.
Berwald turned a rather unflattering shade of purple. "Shut t'fuck up."
"Aww, you're just the cutest." Tino cupped Berwald's face in his hands and kissed him. It didn't do much to help the colour of his face. "Thanks for having me over." Kukkamuna ran in circles around them, yapping excitedly.
Berwald smiled and picked her up. "Hello, you." She licked his face. "Missed ya too."
Tino nosed around the flat. Vidar, Tolli and Adriaan were already here, lounging on the sofa. Nuka was raiding the fridge for snacks, their own dog sat watching obediently. Eduard had perched himself awkwardly on one of the barstools by the kitchen counter. Tino spied a canvas bag tucked away in the corner, overflowing with wool. "Whose knitting is that?" he asked.
"Berwald's," said Gunner.
Tino covered his mouth with his hands and squealed. "Aww, you knit too? You're like a sexy Gromit."
Adriaan stared at him. "The way you just say things out of your mouth like that, it fascinates me." Tino ignored him.
Berwald gave a teeny, tiny smile. "Wanna make clothes fer Kukkamuna, in case she gets cold."
"You're just the sweetest."
"No he fucking isn't!" Gunner protested. "He told me he wished I was dead this morning!"
"Ya blocked the toilet with yer huge turd and left me t' unblock it."
"But you like being helpful."
"Shame y' don't like cliff diving."
"Oh good, I arrived at a bad time," Luca strolled through the still-open front door. "You haven't started without me, have you?"
"Nope, nice and early," said Gunner. "Gilbert is running late. He was cleaning his kitchen or something."
Tino sidled over to Nuka. Kukkamuna followed, sniffing at the new dog. "Hey, how are you?"
Nuka smiled, ever so slightly. "Not bad. You?"
"Pretty good. I love your dog. What's its name?"
"Rasmus." Nuka bent down to scratch behind Rasmus's ears. "He's a Greenland dog. And he's friendly, if you two want to say hi."
"I think Kukkamuna might just do that." Tino watched his baby pad up to the bigger dog, wagging not just her tail but her whole butt.
Rasmus sniffed at Kukkamuna, then gave her a big, sloppy lick across her face. Nuka chuckled. "They seem to be getting along."
"Oh, they're the cutest!" After the dogs had finished sizing each other up, Rasmus lay down on the floor and let Kukkamuna lie on him. Tino and Nuka both whipped out their phones to take copious amounts of photos.
"I love it when dogs are friends," said Nuka.
"Me too!" said Tino, his whole body shaking at the thought. "We should organise a playdate for them sometime."
"Hm, I'd like that."
"Can I get you a beer?"
"Oh, no thanks," Nuka held up their hand, "I don't drink."
Tino opened his mouth to say something dismissive, then restrained himself. He liked drinking, but it probably caused him more problems than solved. And even if he didn't, he needed to respect others' decisions, even if it didn't come naturally to him. "Want a coffee instead?"
"Oh, I have one, thanks."
Tino nodded. Is this how Eduard felt as he fumbled his way through every social interaction?
"Can I get you one?" Nuka tried.
"I'd like that, thanks."
Nuka turned to the coffee pot. "So, game night, huh?"
Tino nodded. "Game night."
"Yeah, we were thinking monopoly," Gunner called from the living area. He was sitting in front of the sofa, with Vidar and Tolli using a shoulder each as a footstool. Gunner's legs were spread out in front of him under the coffee table. He helped himself to a pickle from the little snack tray in front of him.
"Is monopoly the best idea?" asked Tino, for once self-aware.
"Scared I'll destroy you?" Vidar shot back.
"No. I play to win. You know that. Last time we played monopoly I tried to stab you with a fork."
Vidar frowned. "Wait, you were actually trying to stab me? That wasn't a bit?"
"Teach you to cheat."
"I'm scared," Eduard piped up.
"You're all so cute," Adriaan scoffed, "but you'll never get a penny out of me."
Gunner rolled his eyes. "This why you always disappear when it's your round?"
"Obviously."
"Well you can buy your own drinks, then."
Adriaan's lip curled. "I feel discriminated against."
"Go cry about it, then. We're not making Vidar the banker, though. He short-changes everyone!"
"Well Gunner can't count," said Adriaan.
Gunner stuck his tongue out. "You wouldn't be able to let go of the notes."
"I'll be the banker," cried Luca, "if it'll get you to stop bickering."
Adriaan narrowed his eyes, staring at his brother for a long moment. "I can't tell if that's a good idea or not."
Nuka handed Tino his coffee. "To answer your question: no, monopoly isn't a good idea. It's a boring game that sucks."
"Let me guess," Luca pointed his coffee stirrer at them, "you've never won."
"I've won against Gunner."
Berwald snorted. "Who hasn't?"
"Do you guys think I'm some big dumb idiot who can't even dress himself?" Gunner looked around at them all, hurt.
"Yes," said Berwald, Vidar, Nuka and Adriaan, the same time as Tino said "no, of course not."
"I'll destroy you all anyway," Tino reiterated. Then he sidled over to Berwald. "And maybe," he played with Berwald's collar, "after I destroy everyone at monopoly, I might destroy you anally."
Berwald turned beetroot red.
"I am going to kill myself in front of you," Eduard shrieked.
"I'm going to kill Tino," said Vidar.
"Prudes," Tino rolled his eyes and hugged Berwald.
"While we all pretend those two don't exist," Gunner crawled over to a cabinet in the corner, "I'll get us set up. We have regular monopoly, Game of Thrones monopoly, Fallout monopoly, Avengers monopoly, the Big Bang Theory monopoly-"
Eduard made a face. "Big Bang Theory?"
"Big Bang Theory it is."
"No, God no, just regular monopoly is fine."
"Not monopoly for millennials?" Gunner held up a box, still in plastic wrapping. "Forget real estate: you can't afford it anyway."
Tino cringed. "Why do you have that?"
"Christmas present from mum." Gunner frowned. "We should really have a clear-out sometime, get all this clutter on ebay."
"I think this might be too many people for monopoly," Tolli commented, "should I set up codenames or something at the dining table?"
Gunner waved him away. "Nah, it'll take ages to clean it. The table, not the game." Everyone turned to look at a dining table piled with clothes, paperwork, blocks of wood and books.
"Maybe Mario Kart?" tried Adriaan, nodding at the various consoles surrounding the TV.
"No, I'm banned from playing," Tino sighed.
Adriaan looked at him. "By who?"
"Eduard and Vidar."
Gunner leaned back and took a sip of beer. "Why don't we play something a little less competitive? Like "Never have I ever"."
"What are you, twelve?" Tolli rolled his eyes.
"Nothing wrong with being young at heart, or a bit cheeky. I think it'll strengthen our warrior's bond, having all these secrets out in the open."
Tolli scrunched up his face, then appeared to have thought of some secrets involving his cousins that he'd like to share, and cheered right up.
"Will it involve drinking?" asked Nuka, wincing.
"I'll get you a coke instead," said Tolli. "And for anyone else who doesn't want to drink."
"Thanks." Tolli poured Nuka a drink and brought it to them.
"I respect you don't want to drink and all," Gunner began, withering under Nuka's glare, "but there's no, like, consequences if you take a drink during the game."
"I'll need to pee."
"Fair enough." Gunner at back down by the sofa, tangling himself in Adriaan's legs. "Who wants to start?"
"I will," said Tolli. "Hmm, never have I ever started a stupid metal band."
The Screaming Pagans all drank. Tolli snorted and high-fived Nuka.
"Not a stupid metal band," Berwald mumbled.
"You made him sad now!" mewed Tino.
Tolli rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Berwald. But…"
Berwald scowled at him. "B't what?"
Tolli pretended to weigh his arguments. "I mean, Screaming Pagans? It's so stupid and generic. Who came up with that?"
"I wanted us to be called the Creaming Pagans," said Gunner, "Gilbert made me add the "S"."
"I'd still listen," said Tino.
Gunner checked his phone. "Speaking of Gilbert, he's cancelled."
"What did he say?" asked Tolli.
"Not like that. He lost track of time."
Adriaan shrugged. "He's boring at truth or dare anyway."
"Protestants, am I right?" Luca elbowed him.
"Shut up."
"Never h've I ever…" Berwald swirled the beer in his bottle, "punched s'meone in an Aldi carpark." He turned to scowl at Gunner, who drank with a grumble, as did Tino.
"Does it have to be an Aldi carpark specifically?" asked Adriaan. Berwald ignored him, staring at Tino in surprise.
Tino just shrugged. "He was wearing a jacket with all these… hate symbols. Gross stuff. So I taught him a lesson."
"Nice," Nuka fistbumped him. Tino responded with finger-guns.
Tolli chuckled to himself. "Never have I ever punched myself in the dick doing air guitar in the shower."
Everyone except Eduard and Nuka drank. "Dickslap gang!" whooped Gunner.
"Never have I ever been diagnosed with ADHD," said Vidar.
Gunner whooped again and took another drink.
Nuka got up. "This is just going to get less fun the more you guys drink. I'll see you around."
"Aww, bye." Gunner was trying his best to act sober. He got up and followed Nuka to the door, focusing very hard on walking in a straight line. "Thanks for coming. Love- love you."
Nuka made a face. "You're welcome."
"We'll do something sober another time."
Nuka's face softened, and they shrugged. "Maybe." Then they left. Gunner returned to his place amongst Adriaan's legs.
Tino looked over at Eduard and grinned evilly. "Never have I ever referred to my girlfriend as my waifu."
"Fuck you, Väinämöinen." He drank. "Never have I ever made a furaffinity account."
Tino drank, as did everyone else. "Now I wish Gilbert was here," mumbled Adriaan.
"I don't believe you, Eduard," said Tino.
Eduard snorted. "Don't believe all you want; it makes no difference to me."
Tino narrowed his eyes. "Never have I ever googled 'naked ladies' on my dads computer and had a panic attack over it." If looks could kill, Eduard would've finally murdered Tino there and then. "I was saving that story for my best man's speech," Tino added, "but I doubt that's happening any time soon."
"I had sex last week, I'll have you know!"
Tino looked at him. "With Katya?"
"Yes."
"Not the same as getting married, but congrats."
"Three cheers for Eduard!" Gunner announced. "He finally lost his virginity!" Everyone cheered and took a drink.
Eduard turned bright red. "I didn't- it wasn't- I'm not- I hate you guys so much."
One by one, everyone else trickled out of the flat - even Gunner followed Adriaan home - until Tino and Berwald were all alone. Berwald bade goodbye to Vidar and shut the door softly, letting the silence linger between him and Tino. Tino came up behind Berwald and slipped his arms around his waist.
"You're pretty," Tino cooed.
"Yer prettier," Berwald mumbled back. He turned to face Tino, then leaned down to kiss him. "Want to go to my room?"
"Wow, you're not even going to offer me a drink first?" Tino snaked his hands under Berwald's shirt. "Am I just a piece of meat to you?"
"N-no! Course not!" Berwald looked horrified at that.
"Aww, baby, I was just joking." Tino held him. "Anyway, I want you to treat me like a piece of meat."
Berwald squirmed. "Today? But we haven't…"
"Hm?"
"Not… maybe when we've done m're stuff," Berwald explained. "I wanna wait to do…"
"Kinky stuff?" Tino stroked his arm. "Of course. We can be fun, playful, tender… all while staying vanilla."
Berwald nodded. "Wanna do stuff, though. K'nky stuff. Eventually."
"Oh?" With a grin spreading across his face, Tino pulled them both onto the sofa and sat on Berwald's lap. "What kind of kinky stuff? What are your fantasies, baby?"
Berwald waved his hands about, struggling to find the right words. Eventually, he just gave up and reached around Tino for a notepad.
I want you to dress up in leather and tie me up and spank me with a riding crop until I beg for mercy
Please x
"Oh, mama," Tino's dick twitched at the thought. "That can be arranged. We can build up to leather and riding crops, and it'll be so, so good, because we'll trust each other completely. But first, something softer…" He kissed Berwald tenderly, tearing off his shirt and squeezing those hard, sculpted tits. Berwald had the body of a Greek god and, oh, Tino was going to worship him. He felt Berwald's hands on his back, and the bulge in his jeans rubbing against Tino's. "Hello, Big Boy," he purred.
Berwald blushed, then nodded his head towards his bedroom.
"In case someone comes back?" asked Tino. Berwald nodded, and Tino climbed off him. "Bed's bigger and comfier too, I suppose."
They slipped into Berwald's room, Tino on him like a limpet. Berwald lifted him up, kissing his neck and squeezing his ass. Kukkamuna tried to follow them, but Berwald set Tino down and shut the door with an apology. When he turned back to Tino, the man was looking at his sword collection in awe. "I forgot how beautiful they all were," Tino breathed.
Berwald nodded, even though no one was looking at him.
"Hey," Tino wheeled round to face him, "this may be a strange request, but is there any chance you could hold one of your swords against my throat?"
Berwald smiled. "Not strange. Any sword in particular?"
Tino studied Berwald's collection. There were a few replicas of fantasy swords, some with jewels, daggers, scimitars, a cutlass. Finally, he settled on a modest, but hefty, longsword. "Perfect," he breathed.
Berwald nodded and took it down from the wall. He grasped it in both hands, and Tino went weak at the knees. "Y'sure?"
"More than ever," he breathed.
Berwald nodded, then shoved Tino into the wall, pinning him there with his arm and gently placing the edge of the sword under Tino's chin. Tino forgot to breathe. The glint of the sword danced off Berwald's glasses, framing his stony glare. They stared at each other.
Berwald pulled the sword away. Tino let out a long, shuddering breath. His throat felt lonely. Berwald placed the sword back on its hanger, then studied Tino's neck, checking for any cuts.
"There better be marks," Tino teased.
"Abs'lutely not."
"Aww."
"N't toys."
"We could get some toys," Tino played with the waist of Berwald's jeans. "So, what are you going to do to me? What do you want me to do to you?"
Berwald began to sweat. "I wan… I wan t'do stuff with you, just not all t'way."
"How about a wrist-y?" Tino wondered if he should try to be more sensual. Romantic. Erotic. He wasn't the best with words: while Berwald could never get them out, Tino couldn't keep them in.
Berwald considered it. "'F y'never call it that again."
"Hmm," Tino tapped his chin, "what if I took you in my hand and played with you until you came all over my face? Then you can watch me lick it all up."
"I'd l'ke that," Berwald pulled him to the bed and sank down. He lay back, propped up by his elbows. Tino fell to his knees and began unbuttoning Berwald's jeans. He'd never wanted to see a dick so bad in his life.
Before he could rip off Berwald's boxers, however, a large hand took hold of his arm. Tino tried not to cry out in frustration.
"Before we do anything, I h've to tell you something. 'Bout myself."
"Oho? What is it?" Tino rested a hand on Berwald's knee, mentally coaxing him through his next words. Berwald stared at Tino's hand, trembling ever so slightly. Tino removed his hand.
"M'autistic."
Tino nodded, letting the confession hang in the air for a moment. "Ah, to be honest I kind of guessed."
Berwald looked at him, baffled.
"You are the most socially anxious and awkward man I know. You're almost nonverbal, and when I look in your eyes you react like a snail in salt. Your face hardly matches up with what you're saying, one time I saw Gunner put one of your CDs back in the wrong place and you looked like you were going to throw up. I asked you who you were voting for in Eurovision and you started shaking and gave me the longest answer you've ever given and started hyperventilating." Tino couldn't help talking for so long, but the more he thought about it, the more obvious it became that Berwald was autistic.
Berwald didn't say anything, and Tino wondered if he'd gone too far. Then Berwald took his hand. "Say 't. Out loud. Say it."
Tino burst out laughing. "I love you."
They both squeaked at that. Tino wondered if he should take it back, explain it was a joke, that Berwald might feel it was too much too soon. Then he decided to own it. "I love you. I actually love you, and you don't have to say anything, or feel as strongly back or even accept that, but, um, it's just how I feel."
Berwald took a deep breath. "I- I love you too." He looked like he wanted to say more, but his chest was heaving.
"I love my handsome, autistic boyfriend." Tino crawled onto the bed, then scrambled over to kiss all over Berwald's face. He laughed, then Tino joined in, and soon the two had collapsed into each other, giggling goofily.
When they'd stopped, Tino lay across Berwald's chest, licking at his fine chest hair. "Babe, were you worried about how I'd react?" Tino squeezed his hand.
"Well… there's th' anxiety too."
Tino nodded again. He didn't know if that meant Berwald was trying to explain why he was so nervous about telling him, or admitting he also had anxiety, which, well, that was even more obvious than the autism. "I think I might be autistic, or have ADHD, amongst other things," he shrugged, "never got round to getting a diagnosis for anything, though." Tino assumed it wasn't normal to see differing opinions on metal and feel like he'd watched a loved one be shot in front of him. It made his bowels squeeze.
"We can look into it, 'f ya want."
"I'll have to think about it, but thanks. I'm okay not knowing for now, but maybe in the future? Who knows?" He cleared his throat. "Now, where were we?"
"Y'were going ta…" Berwald blushed furiously and pointed down at his crotch.
"Right! Handjob time!" Tino shimmied back down on the floor like a lizard and helped Berwald remove those troublesome boxers. Berwald's dick was slightly smaller than Tino had fantasised about, but still a hefty thing. Berwald's blond pubes framed it nicely; it wasn't too wrinkly; and there was a thick vein on the underside. "You have such a nice cock." He tried so, so hard not to say it in a Kronk voice. He almost succeeded. "Good length, good girth. I'm mostly a top but I wouldn't mind having that inside me now and again. Uncircumcised. You've held onto your foreskin and appendix, good man." He wished he could stop talking.
Berwald buried his face in his hands.
"Can I touch it?" Tino asked. He was practically salivating at the sight of it.
"Mmm hmm."
He took the penis in his hands, holding it like a pet hamster. For a moment, he felt a little out of his depth. Everything had been building up to this, and now he'd forgotten how to give a handjob. What if he yanked that thing right off?
He stroked Berwald's dick, rubbing the tip gently with his thumb. "Got any lube?"
Berwald nodded. "Top drawer." He pointed at the bedside table, and Tino got up to rummage through the drawer. He swore he heard Berwald let out a whine at the loss of touch.
Lube located, Tino returned and squeezed a dollop on his fingers. He took Berwald's cock again and started to gently pump, coating as much of the dick in lube as he could. He got into a rhythm, enjoying the range of expressions crossing Berwald's face. He'd never seen the guy so expressive.
"Might need ta stim," Berwald mumbled. "So much sensation…"
"Of course, of course! Stim away!" Tino pumped faster and faster. Berwald groaned. He waved his hands gently, then stopped, as if his fear of being autistic in front of someone was winning over his need to stim.
"Stim, baby, stim," he coaxed. Berwald did so, flapping his hands and whining and moaning at the touch. Tino watched him adoringly. "Love you."
"Mmm."
"Want me to get my mouth involved?" he asked suddenly.
Berwald thought about it for a long while, so long that Tino was about to tell him he didn't have to when the man nodded. "Like that."
"Are you sure? You don't have to?"
"Nah, I'd love it."
Tino licked the tip, then locked his lips around the shaft and bobbed lightly, testing his gag reflex. The lube felt weird on his lips, but Tino didn't mind. He was soon gobbling that dick up, his head moving up and down like an ostrich. He looked up at Berwald's reddening face through his pale lashes. When he came up for air, he trailed kisses along the inside of Berwald's thighs.
"You're cute when you're horny," he said, "I bet you'd look even cuter shooting your load in my mouth."
Berwald nodded. "Y'think?"
"Why don't you try me, Big Boy?" Tino took him back in his mouth, licking and sucking and slobbering, too turned on to properly think. All that mattered was worshipping Berwald's dick, slathering it with attention. When Berwald came, it was with a short grunt. The sudden, salty taste took Tino by surprise, but he swallowed it down, staring right at Berwald.
Berwald, being autistic and spent and self-conscious, avoided eye-contact. Tino licked his softening cock to catch the last drops of cum, then climbed on top of Berwald to kiss him. "See how good you taste?" He nodded. Tino kissed him again. Berwald's lips were burning, the kiss a mess of saliva and cum and it turned Tino on so much. He collapsed onto Berwald's chest, burying his face in his neck. "I want to make you bust fat nuts every day. I wish I could live in your balls."
Berwald patted his back, unable or unwilling to form a response. The two of them lay there, panting and basking in each other, until Tino began to absent-mindedly grind against Berwald's thick quads.
He chuckled. "Want me ta return the f'vour?" Berwald ran his hands over Tino's hips.
"Do I ever!" Tino's dick was so hard it was painful in his pants. He stood up, pulling down his jeans and y-fronts then throwing his arms in the air. "Ta-da!" Berwald stared at him. Tino moved his hips seductively; he'd have made a great stripper in another life.
"C'mere. Lay down."
"Oh, you're giving me orders, now?" Tino winked. "I might comply." There was a moment's pause, then Tino shuffled over to the bed and lay down.
Berwald sat up and gently wrapped his fingers around Tino's shaft. "Mm, cute."
"Cheers mate."
Berwald smiled down at him, then kissed the tip of Tino's dick. Tino's entire lower-half was already on fire, then Berwald took all of him in in one movement. Tino shuddered as he felt Berwald's tongue flick this way and that. Berwald pulled away, sucking so hard Tino's dick was almost in a vacuum. Berwald's tongue licked Tino's head in a circular motion while his large hands tickled Tino's balls, then he was taking him all in once again.
Tino was going to cum in less than a minute if Berwald kept that up. Berwald's hands moved to Tino's stomach, and he ran his fingers through Tino's happy trail. His dick throbbed from an overload of sensation. Berwald sucked dick like his life depended on it.
Tino nearly screamed as he came. He had to bite down on his hand to keep quiet. Berwald swallowed with ease. As he came down from his orgasm, Tino just lay there, in a puddle of sweat. His chest heaved, and he felt like he was deflating.
"I want to do that again," he eventually rasped out. Berwald looked at him curiously. "And again and again and again. I want to quit my job and live in your bed while you drain my balls 24/7."
"So, y'liked it, then?"
