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During rainy days, Derek’s favorite thing to do is let Avery rest.
They’ve abstained from mining in general, instead choosing to make trades with the villagers for tools and enchantments. One encounter with the King is enough to make them hate the underground for all their life. The village, however, is at least a league away, and takes them nearly a third of daylight on horseback. So instead, Avery stays. Derek, in his inhuman form, is more than enough to make the trip in half the time. He spends some time haggling over blacksmith trades, who normally has much steeper prices, but lets a good amount of armor go for much less when it pours. Maybe it’s out of pity for the thousands of blocks Derek’ll have to trudge through in the rain, but he ends up leaving with an unenchanted diamond pickaxe, iron boots and a cake picked up at the farmer’s.
Really, the journey is no trouble, especially when the sight he comes back to to a piston fucking poor little Avery in the ass.
“Derek!” Avery moans. His little cock flops against his stomach from where he lays down, sweaty and heaving as the end rod pounds into him. His rim is red and flushed, puckering around the rod hungrily when it pulls out, and choking over it as it pushes in. Rope, initially intended as a lead for their horses, now bind Avery from elbow to wrist, from knee to ankle. They loop around each limb, forcing them together so that Avery cannot pull them apart. “Derek, please, touch me!”
“Mm?” Derek hums. “Oh, hello, Avery. Sorry for coming back late. I’ll get us started on dinner.” He says, heading for the kitchen and unloading his pack by there.
“Hey!” Avery cries out again as the piston rocks back and forth unfeelingly. Lube dribbles out of his ass in copious amounts, squelching at every thrust. “Derek, please!” He whines. Avery had been here for an hour, maybe two if he was really thinking about it. In fact, this was his idea. Ever since they’d gotten their hands on some redstone and found end rods from a stronghold underneath the village.
“Do you want baked potatoes or rabbit stew for dinner? Either way, we have cake for dessert.”
Avery huffs, squirming against his restraints. His hips buck into the air, humping nothing, desperately in search of touch. He tugs at the constraints helplessly. Avery could get out if he wanted, but he doesn’t. What a good boy. Just for that, Derek’s cutting an extra large slice of cake for Avery’s plate. Avery whimpers on his back, his pink, swollen hole fluttering. The end rod has no texture, no give, unlike the rough, raw surface of Derek’s cock. No veins, no bulbous tip, no fat, heavy balls slapping against his ass. He knows how much Avery craves it. Whenever they fuck, Avery rolls his hips in desperate, bouncing motions that shallowly thrust into his guts. He’d ride with much more ferocity, but at that point, he is limp and pliant with arousal, so much so that Derek has to grab him by the ass and fuck into him like he would a toy.
“Derek,” Avery pouts. His cheeks are flushed and wet with drool, and his stomach is wet with previous loads. It drips into his navel. How many times had he cum obediently, restrained and helpless? Twice? Thrice? Derek has to restrain himself and bite his lip as he feels his cock harden. He leans over, pressing it against the counter while he reaches over to the cupboards, slicing potatoes open and buttering them. “Please, I’ve been so good.” His cock is already spent, soft and slumping against his cum soaked stomach. “I came so many times.” He sniffles. “I want you inside.”
“Sounds like we’re going to have to make both.” Derek says, stuffing the potatoes with small bits of rabbit and putting them in the furnace. He gets to work on the soup, hacking at a whole rabbit, tugging its leg up. He imagines doing the same to Avery’s bound legs, pushing them high up in the air, and stuffing his cock in his hungry, craving insides, feeling the muscle pulse around his dick, pulling Avery down to the base and watching his dick poke through. Derek pulls himself together and halts the thought in its tracks.
“No!” Avery whines. His tied legs are propped up on the piston. “I’ve been so good! Please! I want your dick, Derek, don’t do this to me.”
“Do what?” Derek plays clueless, skinning and dicing a carrot before doing the same to a brown mushroom. He toys with it a little, flicking the bouncy tip, wilting and pliant like Avery’s poor exhausted cock. Derek moves his body to the side, making sure that Avery can see it, circling his finger over the mushroom’s head, nudging underneath the tip, flitting around the base. He strokes it up and down with the knuckle of his index, marveling at how similar the texture is to skin. Avery must be thinking the same thing, because he presses his lips together, squinting his eyes shut and whimpering.
Derek presses the mushroom tip to his lips. Raw, it is bitter, but he revels in the way Avery starts thrashing against his restraints, the piston pounding into his guts endlessly. He gives the head a kiss, then two, then more, starting at the tip and all the way down to the stem. He gently bites the mushroom cap in between his lips, rolling his tongue at the spongy underside. His spit dribbles down the stem, onto his fingers, before rolling onto his wrist and falling to a puddle at the floor, just a scuffle or two away from Avery. “Ah. Guess this one’s not fit for eating.” Derek chuckles, stuffing the mushroom into his mouth whole, and swallowing it without chewing. Avery watches as Derek’s inhuman form bobs it down, the mushroom making a shape in his throat, and disappearing past his chest.
Against all odds, Avery gets hard.
“Derek…” Avery sobs woefully, staring at his stiff little cock, starting to dribble even more precum down his thighs. What comes out is watery, and barely pigmented at all. It comes out in little jets of desperate spurts, shooting halfheartedly onto the air before falling splat on Avery’s tummy or his thighs. “I can’t do it! I can’t do it anymore, Derek, please! Touch me! I need it!”
Derek ignores him for a second more, chopping up the mushroom as Avery starts wailing for attention and placing it in the bowl, along with the rabbit chunks. Avery starts spurting more. He looks into the furnace, where he takes out one of the already baked potatoes and cuts it into chunks. Avery chokes on his spit as he moans. Derek leans over and puts the bowl into the furnace. Avery starts thrashing, stomping at the piston, desperate to get closer to Derek and his touch.
Finally, Derek gives him attention. Kneeling by the piston, he slides the lever powering the redstone contraption off, admiring how it stops halfway, strings of lube and cum webbing by his ass, giving it a gratuitous slap that has his cheeks wobbling.
As Avery keeps his head down on the floor, cheeks spreading wide, lube spilling out of his asshole, Derek groans. He’s never fucked anyone like Avery before, and he’s had plenty of his own escapades back in the day. And none of them have ever been a man with an ass as perfect as Avery’s, or a woman with a mouth as welcoming as his. How old even was Avery, before all this? Couldn’t have been older than college. Derek grunts as he slowly drags the end rod out of Avery, watching the ring of muscle tighten at each inch that pops out, pulsing around the lube drenched material. Avery’s thighs shake, and he clenches at every part that slips out of his asshole. Fuck. Derek slaps Avery’s ass one more time, with all the strength he can. Avery squeals in delight, and Derek shoves his head to the ground. “Be quiet.” He orders.
“I can’t, it feels good, it feels too good-“ Avery whines, voice muffled by the pressure of his face against the floor. Tears start to cloud his eyes. “I want more.”
“Then you have to be good.” Derek says. Another slap follows. And another, and another, simultaneously with the end rod slowly slipping out of Avery’s ass. “Take it. Take the way I’m slapping your wet fucking ass and imagine it accompanied with my dick splitting it apart. Yes. Yes! That’s it, exactly-“ Derek praises as Avery starts desperately rubbing his poor little swollen balls with his thumb, plunging two of his own slender fingers into his ass. Avery moans gleefully as he is rewarded with another hit, his fingers caught in the crossfire of pain. He lives for when Derek leaves his mark, whether that be through the sting that runs through his body at each strike, or how he bites and nips at his skin. Because Derek has now snuck down to Avery’s neck, kissing at the skin, leaving marks.
“No,” Avery says, twitching. “Not like this. Please! Not like this!”
“Mm, yes, like this.” Derek teases, nudging Avery’s cock with his fingers. With his index and middle, he mimics a set of legs walking up the shaft, pressing them against Avery’s swollen tip.
“Cum without being touched, baby. Cum for me.”
Avery screams as he bucks his hips into Derek’s touch, shooting wet, watery cum all over Derek’s face. Slipping a tongue out, Derek licks it up, salty and wet. There’s barely anything left in Avery, all mush and pinpricks of feeling. Derek takes advantage of this, and licks the sweat off Avery’s neck.
“No. You can’t-“ Avery says, yet bucking into the touch all the same. “I just came, I-“
“Shh, shh.” Derek orders. It must be mind breaking for Avery right about now, caught between his hunger for cock and the overstimulation fizzing through his body. His body still trembles from the pleasure, Derek running over his glossy, sensitive thighs with one hand, and playing with Avery’s soft dick in the other. He caresses the soft, pink balls in his hand, squeezing them lightly, watching it bob with each of Avery’s breaths. “Be good for me,”
“Stop… I… Need your cock…” Avery trembles, curling up into Derek’s stomach, wiggling as well as he can despite being tied up. His chest heaves, as his little lungs suck up as much of Derek’s scent as he can. “Want it inside, stop, stop touching me… put it in…”
“Which one do you want, baby?” He teases, lifting Avery up and bring his lips to those rosy pink nipples. “You want me to touch you or not?”
“I want you to be inside me.” Avery sighs, going limp as Derek showers his chest with kisses and bites and gentle licks that circle around his areola. One hand on Avery’s cock, and the other spreading his ass and plunging into it with his fingers, feeling the flesh pulse around him weakly. He sets the pace of his fingers to the same tempo, fucking sweet, needy whines out of Avery’s mouth.
“Sorry baby,” Derek says, almost cruelly and much to the disappointment of Avery. “You’re not gonna get what you want.”
“Wait-“
“For what, Avery?”
“Wait! I feel something, frickin’ something… something’s coming, Derek, I-“
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, let it happen.” Derek says, easily lifting Avery’s bound body, hoisting him on top of the piston and elbowing his legs apart. He revels in how Avery screams in delight and pain as he envelops his soft cock in his mouth, feeling it pulse inside. He lets Avery whine and buck into his mouth shakily, digging into Derek’s hair, unsure of whether to pull out or thrust in.
“I’m gonna cum!” Avery cries out, and Derek sucks harder, grinning as he feels Avery wring out dry orgasm, squeezing out nothing at all except a few drops of what is essentially water. Derek licks it up, bobbing his head once to swallow everything, licking up his thighs, slurping the now drying cum off his stomach. His lips find Avery’s gasping, parted once, stealing his breath once more as he kisses him to completion. Avery collapses into Derek’s arms, his skin clammy, all life practically drained out of him and his balls. Gently, Derek hoists him up into his arms and unties the ropes, casting them aside. He wipes off the rest of the mess with a damp cloth, tucking him underneath the sheets. He presses a kiss to his forehead, stroking his hair, and heads for the furnace as Avery falls into a deep sleep.
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“I really should let you cook dinner more,” Avery says as he spoons up the cake, a bit of frosting getting onto his nose. “This is so frickin’ good!” He says.
“Yeah?” Derek says, wiping off the frosting with his thumb. He strokes Avery’s cheek, and Avery leans into the touch. “Should I let you cum like that again too?”
“Ugh!” Avery says petulantly, pushing off Derek’s arm, but it’s all in good fun. He jabs his fist into the air and shakes it with an air of much convictions and jabs his index finger right in front of Derek’s air. “You’re a big fat meanie!”
“Big accusation there,” Derek chuckles, taking a bite of his own cake. “Not that I’m denying it.”
“You made me cum so much I saw stars.” Avery says, poking Derek’s cheek. “And you didn’t use your cock!”
“It was an experiment!” Derek laughs, nipping at Avery’s finger, which causes him to draw it back immediately. They bicker some more, and Avery dips that same finger into the cake’s frosting and smears it all over Derek’s nose. Derek retaliates, taking the same frosting and smearing it on Avery’s cheek. It escalates, and the two of them are hurling cake at each other, dough and frosting getting all over their faces and clothes. They don’t stop until they run out of slices, and half the cake is already on the floor, inedible and messy. Ah, whatever. Derek will just buy another one at the village. Anything is worth seeing Avery smile, tossing another chunk of cake to his head, shooting to kill. Derek would never have it any other way.