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It’s a slow day at home. Shedletsky and Builderman are cuddling on the couch. It’s early spring, and the weather is nice and warm. Suddenly, Shedletsky feels a hard rush of adrenaline. He knows this feeling all too well by now, as his wings start to flutter. Builderman notices this, and smiles.
Builderman: “Heya Shed? Are you doing alright?”
Shedletsky nods, although his flushed face and rapid beating of his wings gives it all alway. Builderman sighs, and grabs Shedletsky’s arm, dragging him to the bedroom. Shedletsky knows that Builderman knows, and despite his efforts to push this heat down, he simply can’t. Builderman manages to pin Shedletsky to the bed, kissing him on his neck. Shedletsky stifles a moan, whereas Builderman starts marking Shedletsky with his teeth. Soon, things get heated— fast. Shedletsky falls deeper into his heat, and the two get undressed. Builderman continued kissing and biting Shedletsky’s neck, until Shedletsky had enough and moaned.
Shedletsky: “N-Ngh~ B~ L-Listen, I need m-more… I need you to fuck me, hard as you can.”
Builderman: “Oh? Is that so? Beg for it then, Birdy~”
And Shedletsky did. He begged, begged until his already sore voice was raw with need. Builderman finally agreed, and got to work hastily.
He shoved his length into Shedletsky’s ass while Shedletsky laid on his stomach. As Builderman did this, Shedletsky groaned with need, raw, unfiltered, need. Builderman kept going, back and forth. The repetitive motion was killing Shedletsky as he begged for more. It was like that for a while, until Builderman finally came inside of Shedletsky. Shedletsky groaned/moaned once more, before succumbing to exhaustion.
It was the next morning. Shedletsky felt awful, and so he did not go into work that day. Builderman felt fine, so he went off to Roblox HQ like he normally would. During the Morning, Shedletsky cleaned up after their fun night. After lunch though, Shedletsky started feeling… off. He started gathering blankets, pillows and what-not, and began nesting on the two’s bed. When Builderman came home, Shedletsky was nowhere in sight. Builderman made his way upstairs to their room and when he opened the door he was shocked by what he found. Shedletsky was laying in the middle of the nest, sweating, wings fluttering, and curled in on himself.
Builderman: “Sh-Shed?? What- what happened…??”
Shedletsky: “Hnnrgh… I-I think we went a little far….”
As Builderman finally realized what happened, he began to blush. He strode over to Shedletsky’s side, unsure if he should touch or not. Then- it all started. Shedletsky groaned, this time not of pleasure. Builderman helped get Shedletsky’s pants off, and held his hand. In a few minutes, there were already about 5-10 eggs in that damn nest. It was far from over by the looks of it. By the end of it all, Shedletsky had laid at the very least 50 eggs. As Builderman struggled to process all of this, Shedletsky told him some grounding news.
Shedletsky: “Mmm… love? Do not fret, most of them will not hatch. Maybe about 15 or so will actually hatch.”
Builderman: “...okay. That's still a lot, but we can handle it.”