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Red Hands are very useful.
Omori realised this quite a long time ago, a while after he came to being, donning the mantle of Sunny's protector to repress the Truth. He coild use the Red Hands to grab things for him, pet Mewo, and draw at the same time, all while leaving Omori's own hands free. He could use them to hold still foes, preventing their escapes.
Or, in this case, someone.
Hands locked and held firmly above his head, leaving him at the Red Hands'--Omori's mercy. Red Hands caressing and pinching pale skin, mapping their entire body. Some even found their ways down his pants, fist curled around a warm cock. Fingers rolling and pinching his abused nipples…
Sunny's eyes were closed shut and he was very red, but Omori could tell he was enjoying it.
Sunny's mewls and moans filled the emptiness of the Whitespace; a melody to Omori's ears. The monochrome boy simply watched as his creator, alter, Dreamer, was violated by Red Hands. Savouring the moment, burning the images of a blushing Sunny into his mind, recording the sinful songs to listen on repeat–Omori savoured them all.
Even when Sunny turned his head towards him, dazed eyes pleading to be saved, to stop the Red Hands from devouring him, Omori did not succumb. Omori knew Sunny didn't really want it to end–the older boy enjoyed being manhandled like this.
And when Sunny let out a loud mewl, thick rope of white painting his front yet again, did Omori move. The Red Hands parted like red sea, revealing a very disheveled yet ecstatic Sunny. He whined confusedly, but then his eyes landed on Omori's own eyes and he mewled even harder.
The Red Hands spread Sunny's legs apart, revealing his twitching hole, begging to be filled.
And Omori did exactly that.
There's no need for lube; Sunny's own come would do.
Besides, it was not the first time they did this. And it certainly would not be the last. As long as Sunny keeps breathing–
"C-close…I-I'm close…!" Sunny snapped his eyes shut, squirming helplessly at his bindings. "Omori, p-please–!"
Omori brought Sunny closer, capturing the other boy's lips in a sloppy kiss as he snapped his hips faster, abusing his hole while hitting that one bundle of nerves. Sending jolts of pleasure to Sunny, bringing him closer to climax.
"Mmh–! Omori…!" Sunny came with a cry, cum once again covering his entire front. He clenched his hole tight, which sent Omori over the edge.
Omori thrusted once, twice, three times, burying himself deep inside the older, before releasing his own seeds, painting Sunny's cavern white.
They both panted in exhaustion; Sunny more than the other, as his dazed eyes fluttered shut.
Omori leant down.
"It's not over yet, Sunny."
And another round began.
Ah, Red Hands are truly useful.