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You patrol the rooms in a house that isn’t yours, doing your daily checkups with the guests that you’ve invited in during this god-forbidden apocalypse. You can never be too sure if you’ve let a visitor in. Death looms over you constantly, and you fear the fact that you might not be able to see tomorrow.
As you near your final room to check- one of the living rooms, you prepare yourself for the worst. The wooden door creaks open as you peer into the space. There he sits, the man wrapped in his many coats. He raises his head to look at you as you make yourself known.
“H-hello.”
You give him a nod of acknowledgement. You’re glad he’s still doing alright.
“T-the usual, I a-assume?”
You’ve invited him inside a bit more than a week ago. You pitied the man; his constant shivering and stuttering made it almost impossible to reject his search for comfort and shelter. Since then, you’ve been doing daily checkups with him. Looking into his eyes, examining his teeth- all very intimate gestures if not for the situation unfolding around you.
You take your camera out as a response. You figured you might try this method today.
“A p-picture?” He says. “N-no one has ever taken a p-picture of m-me before.”
Before you have the chance to get him into frame, he meekly interrupts you.
“W-wait…!”
You glance up at him from your camera.
“Before y-you do that… I…”
He swallows. “…I want to sh-share my secret.”
Oh right! He’s been hinting at that since his arrival, and after the last few days of pestering him about the fact, it seems like he’s finally ready. You hesitantly put down your camera.
“Go on.” You say.
“It usually ends b-badly, but maybe n-not this time. Under these c-clothes is, I believe, the reason for my c-c-cold and loneliness both.”
His shaking fingers slowly wrap themselves around the bottom of his green jumper.
“Look.”
Almost too quickly, he lifts his clothes up, and you are flashed with a horrifying sight that sends shivers down your spine.
You stare into the large, gaping hole in his abdomen.
A sense of nausea slams into you. Your hands clasp over your mouth in a useless attempt to stop yourself from screaming.
“No… n-not again.”
As quickly as if it’s never happened, the man yanks down his jumper and covers himself back up again.
You stagger back a few steps, still processing what you’ve just seen.
The coat guy is a visitor!
A small part of you dies inside. It seems like you’ve grown a bit attached to this guest subconsciously over the past few days. You’re really hoping he was human after all.
The man in front of you looks even more shocked than you are at the moment. His narrow pupils are blown wide with bewilderment.
“Y-y-you’re… still alive?” He exclaims, voice trembling.
What?! Were you supposed to die?
He sinks into the sofa, head in his hands. Your fingers slowly come into contact with the icy metal of your gun.
“I’m so s-sorry.” He mumbles into his palms. “…you must h-hate me.” He sniffles.
The poor guy is crying…?
Your fingers leave the weapon on your back.
Against everything that your common sense is telling you to do (RUN! KILL HIM! KICK HIM OUT!), you cautiously approach the man instead.
You can tell that he has never intended to hurt anyone. And despite his supernatural bodily mutation, he feels more human than some of the guests in your house.
“Hey, hey.” You place your hand on his trembling shoulder, causing him to jolt a bit, obviously not used to the touch. “It’s alright. I… I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Whatever… that thing… was supposed to do… it didn’t happen to me.” You say.
You sit down next to him on the sofa.
“I don’t know what makes me different from the others, but… I could be the solution you’re searching for.”
The coat guy seems to calm down a bit from your words. He weakly lifts his head from his hands to look at you.
“Y…you r-really think s-so? A-aren’t you scared of what m-m-might happen if s-something goes… w-wrong…” he trails off.
Your logical reasoning screams at you as you decide what to do next. However, your emotional side is winning. You realise the danger you’re getting yourself into, but that helpless, soft look on his face makes your heart ache and overrides any doubt you might have had.
“Let me look at it again.” You whisper under your breath.
“Huh? A-are you s-sure?” He responds.
You nod.
“O-okay…”
Coat guy’s injured hands return to the hem of his jumper as he lifts it up for the second time today. Your hand inches towards the void of intertwining flesh.
“I want to help you.” Gentle words leave your mouth instinctually.
The shorter man looks up at you with glistening tears in his eyes. His expression seems less intense and somewhat hopeful? Relaxed? You can’t quite tell.
“Can I… touch it…” You ask.
God damn it, you feel like a perv.
“P-please… I w-want you to f-f-fix me.”
His clammy hand grabs you by your wrist and leads you to his opening.
Without further ado, you begin to trail the twisted rim of his hole with your finger. The friction from your coarse skin and his deathly cold body seems to punch a breath out of the man before you. You continue tracing along his sides, slowly rubbing in circles and massaging out tense muscles. You can hear the coat guy’s increasingly laboured breaths as you continue, his deformed chest rising up and down with every intake of air. This feels unnecessarily inappropriate. You feel your heartbeat picking up.
“W-warm.” Coat guy exhales.
“You… y-you feel… s-so warm.”
There’s a wild desperation in his normally expressionless face. This is new.
“N-Nothing has made me f-feel this way b-before.”
His bottom lip quakes as you carefully slip your finger past the opening rim.
“Mm y-yes… M-m-more…”
You work your way slowly, but surely, into him. You can feel the layers of loose skin on the walls of his void, and they are absolutely freezing. It’s almost like petting a wrinkly, soft ice cube. The thought makes you shudder a bit. NOT now, you scold yourself.
“D-Deeper please…” He throws his head back onto the sofa as you keep pressing into him with a comfortable amount of force.
Your fingers start dipping into the darkness, disappearing out of view. It feels slightly moist as you open and close them in a scissoring motion. Wow there’s a lot of space in there. Could you be sticking your hand into another dimension?
An almost silent whine cuts through the air, interrupting your very important thoughts. You halt and look up at the coat guy.
“Shit! Did I hurt y-” You begin.
It was that moment you notice the pinkish hue that spread across his face, standing out from his usual blue. What you’re doing right now is literally returning colour to him. Your mouth goes dry.
“...you.” You finish.
This is DEFINITELY inappropriate.
Embarrassment, horror and pleasure flash on the coat guy’s face all at once.
“D-Don’t stop,” he whimpers.
He’s so hungry for your touch.
You listen to his plea, plunging your entire hand into his abyss, and he KEENS, instantly lunging towards your touch for more. You feel his hands wrap around your back, pulling you closer to his insatiable core. A tiny strand of drool escapes the corner of his lips, and he starts to pant like something feral. You can feel his shuddering breath on your neck. And GOD, he’s trying so hard to keep himself composed.
His pathetic sounds are doing horrendous things to you. A feeling all too familiar to you stirs in your lower half. Upsettingly, you can’t seem to remember the last time someone else had evoked this degree of desire in you before. Your jeans feel too tight and warm for this.
GODDD damn it.
He’s thrusting himself desperately against your hand, fingers digging into the fabric on your back.
“S-so good… N-need more… o-of your… w-warmth!”
Coat guy blushes darker when he realises what had just left his mouth. So sinful and so naughty!
You return your favour by moving your arm rhythmically against his thrusts. You can’t see half of your forearm at this point. The sound of moving fabric fills the stale air of the living room.
As if things can get even more unimaginable, you feel an all too recognisable heat nudge against your very own.
Both of you freeze. This time, it’s your turn to stutter.
“L-let’s go somewhere private.”
He silently agrees and follows your lead. You carefully check the corridor for wandering guests. You are not risking your chance of bumping into someone and having to explain yourself! When it’s in the clear, you scuttle out of the dingy living room. Coat guy follows, his hands over his crotch.
You have never thought in a thousand years that another person would be in your bedroom during an apocalypse. And that the person would not be a person at all, but a VISITOR. The BANE of your problems for the last few weeks.
And soon, you will tarnish your dad’s legacy. Whatever he’s had left of it anyway. His disgusting words haunt your head as you try your best to ignore them. What you really want to focus on is right before you.
There he lies, in your room, on your bed, his eagerness obvious and straining against his pants. His jumper is pulled up, showing his midriff and his stupid, cold stomach hole that started all of this.
You follow his lead and crawl on top of his shaking body on your bed. It squeaks under the weight of two.
The coat guy is scrambling to get the clothes off your bodies. He has latched himself onto you, as if going one second without your touch would kill him. You feel him tugging on your pants as you fiddle with your buckles. Your nervous hands almost struggle to free yourself from them, being pulled down as quickly as they could be and tossed on the floor.
Coat guy follows, taking off his pants but refusing to remove his jacket or scarf. That’s okay, they can stay on during this if he wants to.
There is a dark, wet spot on his boxers. You almost salivate at the sight. You have to turn him into a whimpering, sobbing mess as soon as possible.
The coat guy seems quite shy about this. He turns his head away from your unwavering stare, embarrassed and very turned on from your hungry fixation.
“S-stop looking at my underwear l-like that!” He chokes out.
“If you insist!” You say and pull down the last bits of fabric off of him.
“A-Ah!”
His erection springs to his stomach, flustered tip leaking with precum, begging to be touched and loved. You peel your eyes off his cute dick to look him in the face.
“Can I…?”
“P-Please…!!”
It’s on the smaller size with a decent girth for sure. Your hand wraps around his member, and it nearly envelops it whole. The size difference is driving you crazy! The man below you cries out in pleasure upon contact, a bit too loudly. He’s so very sensitive! You wonder if he’s ever played with himself. Your mind wanders a bit– Imagining him jerking himself off to a point of tears on a lonely night, in his last attempt to feel warmth from his body.
A thrust into your palm snaps you back into reality.
“Y-You can move…” he squeaks.
Right! You start stroking him at a slow but steady pace, causing the sweetest noises to pour out of his mouth. You don't think you can ever get bored of them. You carefully drag your thumb over his slit. Almost immediately, his cock responds with a throb, oozing out another bead of precum. You spread it around, lubricating him with his slick. A guttural sound escapes from the coat guy, and he arches into your warm touch. His shaking fists hold onto your floral bedsheets for dear life.
Before you can speed up your movements, he suddenly pushes himself away. His cock slips out of your grasp.
“What’s the matter?” You ask.
You give him a while to catch his breath until he regains his composure to speak.
“I’m s-s-sorry. I almost c-came.” He confesses.
“I-I… I want this to last for a little l-longer. It’s my f-first time doing this with a-any-anyone.”
He presses his back into your pillows.
“C-can we do more?”
You can barely hear him, but you smile in affirmation. Reaching out to his cold hands, you hold them in yours and give them a few light squeezes.
“Of course.” You reply. “Just tell me if you want to stop, alright?”
He returns a bashful smile. “O-Okay.”
You shimmy towards your dreaded nightstand and open its drawer. Rummaging through various trinkets, you manage to find your forgotten bottle of lube. You pop open the bottle and lather a generous amount on your fingers before returning to your coat guy.
He’s propped himself up on the headboard, quaking legs spread open for you. You kneel in front of him and hover your fingers in front of his… other hole.
You feel his breath hitch.
“I-I’m ready.”
You rub open the tight ring of muscles with a finger and gradually push the first joint inside. The heat in your own pants throbs with need. You feel his walls clench around you. He’s so tight! The coat guy bites his lower lip hard, overwhelmed by the new intrusion in his lower half. As he gets used to the strange feeling, you can feel him loosen up to your touch. You don’t hesitate to insert the rest of your finger, going deeper in a back-and-forth motion.
There’s a wanton expression on coat guy’s face. For once, you can read him clearly. And this time, he’s screaming for more. A few more fingers join your existing one, pumping and stretching him open.
Coat guy looks dishevelled, with strands of black hair on his forehead and his mouth agape. You continue prepping him, fingers slotting deep into his hole, pressing his buttons perfectly. It doesn’t take long before it becomes apparent that this isn’t enough. Once again, the man before you found himself craving more. More of your touch, more of your love and more of your warmth.
“P-Please just USE ME already!”
His unusually loud volume took you by surprise. Sure, you can do that.
You remove your fingers from him, seeing how his hole clenches around nothing, searching for something, anything, to make him full again. Applying lube to your cock, you flinch slightly from the coldness of the liquid.
As you give yourself a few (much-needed) strokes, the coat guy flips himself over so that his backside faces you. It might just be your imagination, but you swear you saw him wiggle his ass at you impatiently, beckoning you forward. Tsk, he’s such a tease sometimes!
Scooting closer to him, you align yourself with his entrance and push into his coldness. He can feel the heat of your cock filling up his lower half. And for once, the cold that’s been haunting him for as long as he can remember, slowly… slowly… fades away, replaced with an insatiable horniness. Flustered, he buries his face into your pillow, inhaling deeply and savouring your scent.
You bottom out against him, your hips meeting his ass. Coat guy gasps, it’s a snug fit, and he almost cums on the spot. The sensation is downright dizzying! You two are like puzzle pieces made for each other, perfectly slotting together.
“K-keep going…” he purrs.
You pull back halfway and slam into him, hard, and he lets out a pornographic moan. You wonder if he could be a porn star with that talent. Maybe, in another life.
“Yeah, take that, you needy little thing!” you say through gritted teeth and slam into him, again, and again, and again. He responds with tiny, adorable groans. You realise this is bringing out the shameless sides of the both of you. Something about that feels romantic, even. Everything you’ve done has led up to this. Tonight, you’ll reduce each other to nothing but sticky messes.
Your hips speed up, rutting into him with quick successions like your life depends on it. The sound of skin against skin fills the stale air, and you feel filthy. The relentless rubbing of your thick cock is driving the coat guy insane, and he loves it. He bucks up into you, trying his best to locate that sweet spot within his core.
In an attempt to help him, you cup your hand under one of his arms and flip him over.
He covers his head at once, too ashamed to reveal his mess of a face. You lift his legs and angle yourself so that you can grind into him even deeper.
“A-AH!”
You frown, unhappy that he’s silencing his delicious moans. You tug at his sleeves.
“C’mon, I want to see you.”
“B-b-but, the others-”
“Who cares about the others!” You huff. “And what if… What if I want them to know how well I’m treating my favourite guest tonight?”
You bury yourself in his tightness.
“H-how well I’ll be filling you up tonight.”
Your voice is shaking.
“You’ll be addicted to my warmth by the end of this.”
Coat guy’s hands shoot away from his face to grab onto your wrists.
“A-AHH! YES Y-YES!! M-MAKE ME Y-YOURS!”
You feel a deep pride upon seeing his beautiful face. Are those tears in the corners of his eyes?
Hunching yourself over, you kiss away his tears and leave a couple more on his red cheeks. He smells like a damp towel.
He returns a kiss of his own, and your voice tickles him. “Sure, anything for you!”
Your hips pound into his needy hole relentlessly, headboard banging against the paper-thin walls with each thrust.
“You’ll come crawling back to me every night, chasing the relief of my body heat.”
Right as those words leave your mouth, your cockhead rams into his prostate. The coat guy cries out, loud, completely uncaring if someone could hear him.
“F-FUCKK!!!”
Staying in that perfect angle, you hit his special spot over and over, indulging the smaller man with all of your love. He’s falling apart, the pleasure is dizzying!
“D-Don’t s-stop!!”
It doesn’t take long for you to feel the end closing in. Simultaneously, you plunge the entire length of your right arm into his stomach’s void, deeper than you’ve ever had, while you grab ahold of his touch-starved cock with your left, desperately jerking him off.
The triple sensation was too much for him to handle, finally pushing him off the edge. The coat guy bites down ruthlessly on his green jumper, letting out his last cry of ecstasy.
“I-I love you!!!”
You feel both of his holes clench around you; his cock pulses in your palm. And he cums. A lot. Long, hot ropes of white shoot out of him- and GOD, you can’t deny how hot he looks right now. Poor guy must have been so pent up. They land on his midriff as you ride him through the intense orgasm. You follow soon after, emptying your hotness inside of him until you’re sure he’ll never feel the cold again.
Once you’re done riding your high, you remove your cock from his spent hole, causing a bit of your cum to spill out of him. You swipe the excess with the pad of your thumb and hastily wipe it away on your sheets. The sounds of frantic breathing steadily die down, and suddenly, you’re overcome with drowsiness.
Before your head hits your pillow, you see the coat guy point to your camera.
“...Take a picture of me, would you? I think I stopped you from doing that earlier…”