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Darnell x Pico Request Rules:

Love these Idiots and seeing them be freaky, i wanna do more stuff w them but i can't seem to think of any more scenarios, I needa see how freaky they get.

When requests start coming in i'll make a lil queue somewhere but there gotta be rules

- No Extreme Fetishes (Gore, Animal stuff, Scat)

- No Rape/non-con (I will accept some form of dubious, it depends)

-none of that who's yo daddy/ prostitute slave stuff if y'know what i mean, though it is interesting it's not my strong suit, but i'll consider very rough or controlling play.

- Oneshots: Probably around 2,000 words max

- if you want any other character to be included just lemme know (threesome max) :D

( I might change or not do some requests, hope that's alright)

That's all!!!1!

Update queue:

- Voyeurism: DONE

- top pico 😈: DONE

- edging: DONE

- BPD

Update 2!:  im doing multiple requests at once, school year is busy so I literally have like 2 hours of my whole day to work on it, I appreciate the patience tho.

UPDATE: So erm ik these are taking a long time, I literally have like three done and a whole other story on the side, but im trying to type it all up as fast as i can.

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Barely out of the back of his ear a sound bothered him, causing him to tussle in his sheets. Every minute he nearly fell asleep that sound would just wake him up again.

The clock read 2:38 on it, Darnell rubbed his eyes.

Pico wasn't in the bed with him. The ginger fell asleep on the couch while watching the game earlier. The other, not going to rest with barely any space on the small piece of furniture, decided to just toss a blanket on him and head to bed. 

Darnell stood still for a moment, trying to capture what type of sound was annoying him.

He honestly thought it was a dying dog for a moment, probably injured outside, but the sound was deeper and more sheltered, definitely inside. He tossed the blanket off and sneaked towards the door, slowly turning the knob to open it. Upon entering the hallway, the noise became clear. In the forms of little outbreaks here and there, whimpers and whines erupted to his left.

He peeked across the corner, Pico was clearly awake.

The Pyromaniac's eyes widened, and his breath hitched once he saw pico lay sprawled over the couch with only his T-shirt on, shorts kicked away to the side, his legs open, and a hand swiftly pumping away. 

"Ngh~!...f-fuck.." Darnell heard him whisper, the ginger's back arched as he massaged his tip, more whines escaping as he was failing to keep quiet. Pico's eyes were shut, and semi-buried into the cushions. The TV's blaring lights enhanced the shape of Pico's body,

He felt heat rushing to his body watching Pico unfold in front of him, Fighting a nerve to take matters into his own hands. Seeing Pico keep his legs open, ready to be fucked, turned him on like a blowtorch. Darnell bit his lip as he watched Pico roll over to his side, pulling the shirt up, and penetrate himself with two fingers. Still, the increasing self-pleasure was enough for Pico to let out a small moan, tearing through the silence.

"Darn-" Pico huffed before cutting himself off with another whimper, not noticing the admirer in front on him. 

The Peeker noticed that the other was going to climax soon, and with himself already hard too, he decided to break the chain.

"Pico-" He came out the corner.

Immediately the other stopped and gasped, pulling the blanket up over the mess. The soft, blushing face, turned to a jolted anger upon seeing Darnell's smirk. Pico sat up on the couch and looked away with a subtle shame.

"Thinking of me?" Darnell said, his smile growing. His lustful gaze piercing through Pico, he too gazed at Pico becoming vulnerable, even now.

"No! I-"

"So that wasn't you saying my name?" He walked closer. "It's fine-"

"Bit- Were you watching me?!" Pico flushed.

"Of course I was, you're not good at being quiet at all." He lunged to snatch the blanket away, exposing Pico.

He was still erect, the length throbbing and leaking as Pico tried to shy away by the embarrassment. The pathetic view made Darnell more lust-hungry. They hadn't had sex in over a month, a plausible reason for Pico to do this, but it had also rubbed off Darnell. Each second he had to watch Pico shower or get dressed or even see him jerk off, the urge of wanting to take over would just get stronger, at this point he couldn't control himself.

"Roll over." Darnell demanded.

Pico laid there confused until the other had to flip him over themselves, letting out a gasp as he was manhandled. Darnell pulled up the shirt to view at the puckered hole already wet and ready, he inserted two fingers and rubbed at his well-known sweet spot. Pico flinched and arched his back, moaning into it as Darnell took a few moments to pull down his sweats stroke himself until he was completely hard. 

"D-Darnell.." Pico mumbled, those bitter-sweet sounds caged away earlier were beginning to unleash, each sensitive touch earned another deep sound.

Darnell pulled out and aligned the tip, easily pushing through that rim of tight muscle. He groaned as the the dense insides tensed around his cock. Leaving no room for a warm-up, He picked up the pace until he was practically slamming into Pico jarringly, pushing the ginger down and making him resile with the couch, relishing in the unfiltered moans and yelps the ginger made .

"Ghnn...!~ F-fuck!.. Agh! D-.. S-Slow down!" Pico mumbled and cursed out, not loud enough to stop Darnell from abusing his prostate. The maniac, instead of slowing, picked up the pace more.

Hearing Pico call out his name satisfied him. Hearing it more when he had his hand stroke at Pico's desperate dick. It became the only word out of his mouth when he came.

"Darnell! S-Shit!...Mhgnn!~" Pico sobbed, overstimulation throwing him over the edge when Darnell kept going. His body already trembling and shaking under the other.

Darnell came a minute later. He hugged Pico tightly as he pressed as deep as he could, coating the Ginger's walls with cum, groaning the other's name as his orgasm was intense. Once the climax came to a stop, Darnell fell limp on top of Pico as he was hit to the realization it took all of his energy to fuck, huffing and cursing as he teased a lick on Pico's neck. 

The Ginger winced and squirmed. "Get-.. Off me! -I can't breathe!" 

Darnell got up, huffing as he pulled himself away from the quivering hole. Cum leaked out in streams, tracing over Pico's balls and onto the couch. Oh well, he'll clean it up later.

He patted Pico's back. "Thanks for the fuck. I guess we both needed it."

"Fuck you." Pico spat, not resisting when Darnell picked him up in his arms to head to the bedroom.

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`A hand slithered on the gunman's shoulder, still warm as it shifted near the collar of his turtleneck. "

"Wasn't today a bit stressful?" Said the Arsonist with a twinge of excitement in his voice. 

Pico turned to see him grinning at his ear, detailing the remnants of blood from the job dried on Darnell's face, and tilted his head. 

"Why don't we-... Y'know?" He gestured his thumb at the hallway.

Pico sighed. He himself intended on just sleeping; They had just arrived back about five minutes ago. The job in itself was easy, not worthy of remembering, but it took since the morning to finish. The apartment semi-dark with the lowering sun blocked by the city. The ginger's body slugged against Darnell, who was eagerly waiting for an answer. He wondered if the guy even cared at all fucking each other while still covered in soot and remains of their victim. Gladly, Pico only gathered minor stains, but a few scratches, Darnell somewhat the same.

Though sleep was the better option, he knew the lasting adrenaline wouldn't let him.

Pico gave Darnell a look, a look the other knew well.

The smiling man grabbed him by the arm and took him down the hall to the left, occasionally bumping into the wall as the fire lover slammed his lips with his, excitement pulsing through both of their bodies. Darnell made the move to tilt his head and deepen the kiss. Keeping his hands grasped on Pico's arms. 

The ginger favored the aggressiveness, but for the split second Darnell pulled away to practically rip off Pico's sweater, he desired something different suddenly. The other began playing with his waist, fondling with his belt, suckling on his neck, he groaned into it. Darnell pushed Pico on the wall, lifting a knee to rub at his groin. How frivolous of him.

Pico pushed him away lightly, seeing Darnell lick his lips, not masking his confused look.

"Can we shower first, maybe?" The ginger said, smirking a little

Darnells face was flushed, his hands still gripped on Pico.

"Oh, really?" Darnell said, almost like a whine, the gunman felt a twinge in his groin. "Are you gonna keep me waiting? Is that it?"

"No, I wanna be at least clean. Besides, I'm thinkin' we try something knew? Y'know?" Pico responded.

"Like what?"

"I'll tell you later, jeez." He pushed the excited one off, but Darnell followed him into the bathroom.

Pico had kept his word throughout, even in the shower. Darnell kept toying, making out with him, rubbing their bodies together. But as much as Pico was feeling as aggressive as he did, he'd prevent the maniac from using any clever wit in order to turn him around. Pico would smile while watching him get frustrated like some dog, giggling as he threw soap in his face. He'd get behind Darnell in order to tease him, keeping him excited for whats next.

He made a move while behind, just thrusting on him playfully. A subtle hint. But Darnell didn’t process it, suprisingly.

The moment they got out, Pico took initiative, grabbing his arm now and leading Darnell into the room. Both of them only in sweats and shorts.

The fire lovers' face turned as he was suddenly pushed down onto the bed. His face slamming into the bed, his feet jumped off the edge of it.

"Hey!" He grunted as he tried getting up, but Pico's sudden weight kept his arms and legs down. Hands went up his chest, breaking the bind between skin and sheets. The ginger's head rested on his shoulder.

"Why don't I pitch this time, D?" Pico asked, now a particular confidence arose in his tone. A sultry giggle mixed in with his words.

Even if Darnell even said no, Pico wouldn't want to let him go. That fuel of adrenaline wouldn't let him.

Darnell stumbled his words. He looked to be ruminating a way to get out, a way to get on top. Like he always did. But Pico thrusted against the fabric that met his ass, dragging his fingers across his pecs, trying to encourage him.

"C'mon D~ It'll only be this one time! I'll never ask again!" 

Darnell signed, heavy with triumph. He relaxed soon then.

"Don't finish inside. Got that?" He said, tilting his head away from Pico and bringing his arms up, crisscrossing around his face.

Pico sat up, anticipation coursing thorough him as he now roughly pulled down Darnell's sweats, hearing him grunt as the pulling momentum made his body jump on the mattress. The sweats now down to his knees.

Once Darnell was exposed, The Gunman leaned back up to gaze at his complexion, thinking he wouldn't even make it past getting on top. He thought he should pray to god like what christian families did before dining, but instead it was for Darnell being more frisky than usual. The other would probably kick him if he started joking like that. 

The ravenette's tip peeked from underneath him, still stiff and now leaking. A good sign.

Pico put his hands on the other's waist, slightly pulling him up to stroke at himself. He heard Darnell sigh again once he used a thumb to spread his skin, exposing his twitching hole. Pico felt that surge of excitement, most of it going to his dick. He used his own leaking fluid to coat his fingers, using it to prod at the pink cavern. 

He pushed two fingers in, Darnell groaned softly. The ring of tight muscle tensed around his fingers with a tight force. Pico felt excitement rush to him again. He expected Darnell to be tight as he was, just to make up for the logs he had for thighs, that type of strength was needed. Lucky him. He made his fingers knuckle deep inside the warmth before his friends whole body tensed and shuffled, though he didn't make a sound. The moment he started hooking his fingers, getting the other loose, Darnell gasped and arched his back automatically. Sensitive. That word poured into his mind, spelling itself out as if it was alphabet soup.

"You like that?" Pico stirred his fingers, going faster. He leaned down again, trying to peek at Darnell's face that was hidden in his own arms, thrusting harder just to hear the little sounds that erupted from him. Pico wanted to find out what could make him louder, as desperate as pico would get for him sometimes. 

He begun kissing the back of Darnell's back, pecking at random places while his fingers stretched him. Darnell had relaxed himself soon enough.

Pico removed his fingers. Wiping them on the sheets as he imagined how red in the face the fire lover was, he wondered if he imagined this scene, wanting it, but his ego pushing the thought aside. At the same time he also wanted to chuckle, such a tough guy being nervous, like pico was.

The ginger aligned himself, prodding his tip at the hole again as a warning. Darnell tensed, bracing himself. Pico pushed through.

"Ngh!~ ....S-Shit!.." Darnell yelped.

Not as hard as a process he'd thought it was, but his tip was now encased in this tight warmth, he couldn't help but gasp and relish in the senses. Darnell's arms opened up along with his reaction, revealing that scrunched up, red face pico always imagined. The Gunman leaned in more in order to see his face, without realizing he'd unintentionally push himself to the hilt. Darnell mixed a groan with a grunt, pivoting an arm to grasp at Pico's waist. His grip shivered, his breaths erratic as he told him to slow it.

Pico moaned as the sensation of the tight walls pleasured him, he wanted to start fucking him bad. Every single grunt and choke made him want to loose control, even though Darnell would throw him off.

"You ok, D? Can I move?" He said quickly, his breaths heavy with ecstasy.

Darnell didn't say anything, but gestured by using his arm that gripped onto Pico’s waist.

Immediately Pico would take shallow thrusts, his hips bucked with strained control. The maniacs whole body tensed again, his grunts and groans now made themselves clear. Seeing his back arch against him, his hands grasping the sheets as he began going out and in with the more depth, reaching deeper into his friend.

Pico was moaning louder than the other was, his arms were placed stiff on Darnell’s shoulders, keeping him in place.

”Hff!~….F-..Fuck…” Pico muttered through trusts, surprised that even Darnell kept quiet through grunts.

The silence was deafening, only hearing himself and the sound of soft skin, now broken by Darnell suddenly shuddering a gasp. Pico’d hit his prostate finally.

A long groan then erupted. Darnell picked up his own hips and his legs shook under pico as gasps turned into somewhat of a moan.

Pico relished in that, pleasuring the one that had always pleasured him.

He looked down, Darnell came.

”Already? I just started!” Pico stopped his thrusts to complain.

”Y-…Your dumbass was too fast!” Darnell grunted, trying to shuffle away from the sticky mess he made. 

Pico thought the movement was to get away, so he latched down onto Darnell to continue humping him like a dog. The fire lover gasped as his prostate was grazed repeatedly again.

”Let me finish at least, D~.” Pico said before nipping at Darnell’s neck. A move made habit.

It was really when Darnell was flipped to his side he started moaning, overstimulation overcoming him. His ass now pounded by the gingers furious thrusts, turning erratic not long.

”Ah! D-..Darnell! I’m close!” Pico moaned through his teeth, biting the other’s skin.

He took all of the deep long moans the pyromaniac made. The noise and Darnell’s hand gripped at his waist made his sensations keep coating over him. A familiar burning heat stirred, his hands going up to procure tender pecs.

”Ngh!.. W-wait!..!” Darnell yelped, using the arm he had out to push out Pico.

Despite the ginger’s struggles to cum inside, against Darnell’s wishes, he came through his thighs, the white fluid sputtering onto the muscle and skin. 

Pico was breathing harder than he was, mixing in whiny moans, he let him rest while attached like a baby possum. Only after a while.

”Ok, Off!” Darnell pushed him off, making a face when he touched the cold fluid on the bed. Pico lay there wanting to crawl back. Judging by the sour face on Darnell, he needed to wait a bit.

Dramatic much? He thought.

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Pico lay on the bed, just there half naked with his arms comfortably crossed behind his head. Boredom almost came to his mind as he waited for Darnell. Had it been almost an hour already?

His brows furrowed more each minute. Usually he’d get up to see what Darnell was doing, or get something to drink. The arsonist, however, reluctantly told him to stay.

“Hold on, I’ll do something I’d think ya’d love” He told him, even the arsonist sounded excited.

Most likely it was sex related, Darnell always had some way to make the ginger have a new type of orgasm. Probably more on the rough side this time, nonetheless it didn’t keep the mercenary from getting excited thinking about it. 

He heard some rustling, then lifting his head to only silence again.

”Hey! I’m waiting!” He lengthened his words out, openly stating his impatience.

”In a minute!” Darnell yelled back, the rustling came back, then footsteps.

Pico saw the other peek his head from the doorframe, with an obvious smirk. Pico almost got up to complain before being stopped by a halting hand.

”Stay on the bed, close your eyes first.” Darnell said plainly, his expression stayed the same. His hands were behind his back.

Pico giggled as he did so, stepping back until his legs hit the bed frame.

He felt Darnell get closer, and a cloth covering his eyes. And him being pushed onto the bed roughly.

”Urgh-!” He grunted at the impact, still occasionally giggling at the struggle.

Their lips connected a few times, not as much as Pico would like. Darnell roughly took off the rest of the clothes. Slid him onto the bed and put his hands behind his back. 

Darnell kept him there for a moment, Pico felt the bed bounce, might be reaching for something. Guessing it was the lube he was grabbing.

He thought that he’d get to work immediately, but the arsonists kept his hands pinned down.

“Uh-.. Are ya gonna do anything?” Pico muttered, his smirk slightly faltering.

Darnell snickered. The ginger felt his hands be tied in a specific fashion, going up to his biceps, with what felt like a soft rope. 

“Don’t worry, You’re gonna try something different.”

”Me?” Pico replied, lying still as he was manhandled.

The rope went around his waist, a few knots dented his skin, then once lightly around the neck, back to hands, now his legs were being tied. It left him feeling like some frog. His legs were spread, the rope connecting to ankles kept his hands in the air. All his feet and hands kept close to his ass.

It wasn’t an unbearable position, the ropes only made it slightly uncomfortable.

Darnell was finally done as he tightened the ropes around Pico’s now frog fashioned legs.

”Ow! H-Hey!” Pico yelped as the rope pinched him. Darnell only snickered, stopping his pulls on the rope to rub as his lower back. 

“So you gonna fuck me like this or what?” Pico said, becoming more impatient.

“One more minute, calm down..” Darnell assured, and kept rubbing on the Ginger’s plump ass. 

Pico’s breath hitched as a cold liquid poured down his scrotum, continuing to sigh as Darnell started to trail his fingers to coat the gun-wielder’s length.

For a moment, Darnell increased his grip, releasing a soft groan from the guy tied up. Another massaged the Ginger’s hole, occasionally threatening to breach while the Arsonist multitasked.

Pico started attempting to thrust into his partner’s hand. His length completely stiff and riled. 

Darnell stopped, prompting Pico to turn his head against the ropes after a moment.

“What?” 

“Nah.” He chuckled this time.

Pico could imagine Darnell’s face, a smirk still creasing.

He was suddenly pulled upwards from the strings of tied rope, Pico grunted again as the rope pulled at certain areas, including his neck. Pico was on his knees, rather more uncomfortable with the constraints.

His blindfold was pulled off, immediately he saw the rope was black, pressed against his skin, tied with rather neat and detailed knots around his legs and torso.

He looked to his side to see Darnell. He looked no less than devious. Stupid ass smirk.

”You like it?”

”Is this some new kink you like now?” Pico said

“I thought this was more for you. I did some research.”

”So-… Are you gonna do your thing or are we here just to chat? These kinda hurt.” Pico’s attitude seeped through as his tied body aggravated him.

“I built something, wanna see?” Darnell got off the bed. Simply ignoring Pico’s annoyance.

The ginger scoffed, Shuffling himself into a more comfortable position until something was thrown onto the sheets in front of him.

Pico stared at it a bit.

“What’s that?”

”The thing I built.” Darnell now kept a grasp on pico’s ropes, holding him up.

It was black, looking just like a flesh light only bigger, it had small ropes and a few buckles on it. Next to it was a small matching gadget with a dial.

”Wanna see what it does?” 

Before Pico could even respond he was pushed down to his stomach, feeling the blood rush back to his legs. The arsonist placed a pillow or two under his stomach, keeping his ass in the air and then one under his head.

His stiffened length was inserted into the gadget, Darnell used the buckled around his thighs and tightened to keep the fleshlight close to the hilt.

Pico kept sighing, it was moderately tight, the texture of it was pleasure inducing even when not moving at all. He wanted to give Darnell kudos for his mechanical skills, though he never guessed he made some toy to play with.

He felt the tinier ropes wrap around his balls once and around the hilt of his dick, then once again under both. Not tightened too tight. It felt closely to a cock ring. 

Pico wished he’d used just that, this whole process was a bit complicated just to show off his device.

”Ok, does that feel alright?” Darnell said softly.

”Y…Yeah-..” His face began to flush, being in this position so long began to make the clarity set in.

Darnell hummed, a click broke a silence.

Immediately Pico felt the device start squeezing and sucking at a slow pace, releasing a gasp.

“Oh hey, it worked!” Darnell muttered to himself as the ginger began to moan.

He got up and walked to the door, Pico able to see him.

“Wh-! Ngh!~ Where are you going?!” The ginger grunted out.

”To do some things, I’ll get back to you soon. Enjoy.” 

“What?!” Pico yelled out, outraged that it took all of his effort just to leave.

Darnell left, and the sucking became stronger.

”S-..Shit!..” Pico moaned, his body spasming at the increasing amount of pleasure.

He came pretty close to climaxing once it became even stronger, the sound of the gadget sucking him intensified.

His moans became louder in the silence, body squirming as he kept attempting to make more movements. The pressure enclosing his scrotum and dick made it harder to try and cum, leaving him longer on the edge.

”F-fuck!…” He moaned to nobody. Hoping it would reach Darnell, maybe his own desperation and pleasure would lure the guy back in here and do what he was supposed to do.

Right when his climax almost peaked, it turned to a lower setting. Leaving Pico to whimper as he came down from the high. That heat in his groin stayed there, leaving that orgasmic shock to last longer. 

Eventually it turned back onto a stronger setting, now more erratic than last time.

That asshole…. no wonder he was tied to be immobile. 

A desk cluttered with random objects and mechanical crafts met Darnell’s eyes.

For the time being, he worked on modifying some parts, anything that looked susceptible to sell.

The dial was in his hands, deciding whether he should go all the way or turn it into a different mode. Either way he wouldn’t hear Pico’s relentless moans, his headphones made him deaf to the poor ginger.

He wondered if he should let the guy finish already.

How long has it been? Almost two hours?

The Sadist knew the moment he takes off his headphones he’d be lured by Pico’s moans. This time they may be even louder than before, especially if he’s been edged and tested this long.

Well, he wasn’t for sure if the ginger had came already, just out of pure experience he could tell the limit Pico had. 

He was for sure that Pico’s mind had been breached, at its limit, to the point he’s so desperate Darnell could just go all out and Pico wouldn’t complain one bit. That’s a nice thought.

He slipped the headphones off.

Pico was screaming…Or was he crying? He couldn’t tell. He could tell by the sound of his voice he wanted release bad.

Might as well finish the job.

“Hey Pico.” He walked into Pico straining against the ropes, trying to make more movement. The pillow was stained with tears, sweat, and spit. Sobbing as his moans were nothing but frustrated growls.

”Havin’ fun?” He turned the dial down to a low setting.

“Please….please-…D.” Pico pleaded with scrambled words, his eyes watered more upon looking at him.

”What? You want me?” Darnell rose brow. He teased with the dial in hands.

Pico let out another frustrated growl. By the look of his toy, he hadn’t came yet.

Good. He thought it was time to reward Pico now.

He turned the dial up again, but then switched the setting to vibrate. Of course, Pico shrieked. The arsonist rubbed his hands around, now inserting two fingers like before.

The grunts turned into more moans, lovable ones as he prodded his prostate. Darnell was already hard, due to just the sounds alone. 

“Fuck~….Darnell-…” Pico moaned out, sounding more desperate for him. The Ginger’s ass kept squirming against the Arsonist’s bulge.

Leading up to this point felt rewarding, having to wait this long for Pico to become some stupid bitch and then pounding him. 

Darnell didn’t hesitate to smack his ass. Usually any slapping would result in complaining, but now he took it well, almost as if he was asking for more. His grunts to moans were delicacy to the man’s ears.

He took his length out, adding more lube into the prepped hole, and aligned himself. His cock squeezed itself in rather easy, the ginger continued to moan as he took it to the tip gracefully, not eating a moment to try and move his hips.

Darnell started moving, and Pico’s pleads only got louder at each thrust, his hips picking up speed quickly.

Pico bit the pillow, his eyes poured tears of overstimulation and relief. Now finally getting what he wanted, what he needed. No longer caring about how fast or rough Darnell was going, as long as he was pounding for both of their pleasures.

A hand in orange hair and the other with a grasp on the rope of Pico’s back. How perfect, he moaned just like he needed too, taking the speed and accuracy enough to make Pico hyperventilate as both of their climaxes.

Pico was screaming against the Arsonist’s thrusts. the vibrating toys, the way Darnell was pounding him, the ropes. He felt his climax building once again, this time the burning in his stomach and the strain on his groin.

”NPH!…”He moaned into the pillow.

“That’s it, Pico.” Darnell assured with a soft voice, though his strength in fucking him was aggressive. “Just give in, baby.”

A few more seconds in, a couple more thrusts sent Pico over the edge. Looking control of his conscious and his voice. Gradually his body stiffened as he came, the sheer amount of pleasure rushing to his head left him mumbling and growling quietly. It was more than a couple of seconds as Darnell chased his own high. He came soon after the vibrating fleshlight toy he made was filled with Pico’s seed. The Ginger’s orgasm had him tense, closing his wet walls and sending Darnell into erratic trusting. Finishing him easy.

Darnell was the quickest to recover, not much Pico. Even when the bondage treatment was removed, Pico was sensitive to the touch, it hardly looked like he was even awake. Some taps to the face rummaged his face a little, but his eyes were empty.

He tapped his face again.

“Pico? Pico.” He whispered to the other. He seemed to come back to life when he moved his hand away.

”you alright?” He said again.

”Ugh-…. Give.. me a minute….” Pico managed to grumble after ten minutes.

“Did it at least feel good, man?” He lay next to the half-conscious ginger.

”It did.” Pico reached to grab Darnell’s hand again, closing his fingers over bruised wrists from the rope.

”Thanks.”