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Boombox didn’t have a thing for older guys. It was just a coincidence that he tended to go after them. He liked guys that were taller, more mature, experienced…
They didn’t have to be older. But the men that fit his list most often were.
It was dark. The light in Medkit’s apartment was still on, peeking out from the edges of the wooden blinds. Boombox didn’t let his brain keep up as he knocked on the door. He hated thinking — he wouldn’t let himself wonder why he was here in the first place. His incessant knocking was cut short by the hardwood door swinging open. There stood Medkit — tall, cold, sharply dressed, mature, almost a decade older than him.
Not that that last part mattered. Because it didn’t.
“Do you have any idea how late it is?” Medkit’s deep drawl sent electric tingles into his limbs.
“Can’t be that late if you’re still up.” Boombox responded with a coy grin, sliding past the doctor and into his living room. Medkit’s reflexes were unable to keep up.
“What do you want?” Medkit’s tone remained indifferent, even as he watched the little nuisance claim ownership of his desk chair and start spinning around on it.
“Whaaat~? Aren’t I allowed to hang out with you, Med?” He giggled mischievously.
“I was just about to go to bed."
“Awww, reaaally? But I just got here.”
“You were never invited in the first place.”
Boombox let out an overly exaggerated groan. He leaped off the still spinning chair. He lost control of his body with the dizziness, trying his best but failing to navigate around shelves and stacks of unfinished paperwork, leaving a trail of wreck behind him. Something eventually stops him, causing both of them to fall. Boombox’s eyes were screwed shut, the dizziness made him feel like he was still moving. He laid motionless despite his mouth and noise being covered by warm fabric, waiting until the intense spinning subsided to make his next move. His sense of touch was the only thing guiding him in the now dead silent room. The leather his chin rested on told him that he was knelt in front of a chair. The warmth surrounding his face told him that Medkit was sitting on it. His mouth and nose were pressed against...
Oh no.
“OH PHUCK SORRYSORRY..” Boombox flung his body back as far as it could go, eyes wide and face flaming.
Medkit didn’t respond. There were cracks in his stoic demeanor. Boombox was glued to the floor. The tension was unbearable. The door was right there, he should leave. But he didn't. He didn't know why but he stayed, eyes fixed on the doctor, anticipating something – anything.
“After something as embarrassing as that, I’d expect that you’d want to leave. Is there a reason you’re still here?”
Boombox expected anger, embarrassment, frustration – not whatever look Medkit had in his eye. A look that made something hot flare in his gut.
“..No?” He cringed as soon as the response left his lips. Why did his voice sound so… meek? Quiet, even?
“You’ve made such a mess. Now I'll have to stay up cleaning. At this rate, I won’t get to bed until I've got to wake up again.” There was the annoyance that he expected.
“Sorry, Med.” Boombox recoiled at his own voice yet again. Maybe he should stop speaking for now.
“You’ve caused quite a few problems for me, Boombox. Thankfully, there's one you can fix.” Medkit’s gaze briefly flickered downwards.
Boombox felt his eyes widen so much his face hurt. He knew he wasn't exactly the brightest, but it was impossible not to pick up on that.
“..What if I say no?”
“You won’t. I see the way you look at me.” Something electric jolted through him.
The way he looked at him?
“You don’t have to say anything if it’s too hard for you. You can either walk out that door and we will never discuss this again or you can come here and finish what you started.”
Boombox weighed his options. He could leave and this conversation would forever remain discarded in the back of his mind, only crawling into his consciousness in the dead of night when he was lying in bed. Or he could take Medkit up on his offer, lose his dignity for the night and maybe a few more after that.
His brain didn’t have time to form a decision because his body decided for him. Medkit looked at him as if he were looking at an animal as the shorter demon crawled forward. Maybe that's what the doctor truly thought of him; Boombox struggled to find a reason why he should care.
“Are you going to undo my belt? Or is that too difficult for you?” Medkit asked the rhetorical question the same way you would explain basic math to a child and it made something warm and tingly flood his limbs.
Surprisingly, Boombox failed to find a retort, instead opting to fumble with his belt and zipper in an effort to get them out of the way as soon as possible. He paused when his fingers ghosted over the doctor’s black boxers. His mind buzzed numbly, like he would let the older do anything he wanted. Medkit reached for his visor.
Ok, maybe not anything.
“Nope. Visor stays on.”
Medkit made a face at that (confusion? Annoyance?) but made no objection. He settled for removing his cap instead, causing messy ivory wisps to crowd his visor. Boombox ignored his now partially obscured vision, his brain blocking out anything that wasn't part of the man sitting in front of him.
He subconsciously leaned inwards, slowly pulling Medkit’s boxers off his cock like he was unearthing some forbidden treasure. It almost slapped him in the face. He let out an awkward laugh and tried his hardest to keep it together because well...
He couldn't guess an approximate length (he wasn't really a math guy) but holy phuck that thing was long. It was girthy too, with a large vein running up the underside. The thing that surprised him most were the shiny silver piercings – one at the base and one at the head.
“P-Piercings, huh? Didn’t think you'd be the type.” Boombox could feel how lopsided his smile was, but at least he was able to say something without sounding like he was losing his voice.
“And I didn't think you’d be the type to get flustered so easily, yet here we are.” Medkit looked at him like he knew something the other didn't. It made him shiver.
“Guess we’re both learning new things about each other today.”
“I suppose so. Now, are you going to keep talking to it or are you going to put that mouth of yours to good use?”
If Boombox wasn’t obscenely horny, he would have laughed at how corny that sounded. Instead, he hesitantly brought a hand to his length, squeezing the base gently. The doctor grabbed a handful of his hair and scooped it out of his face, helping him get a better look at what he was working with. He didn’t know if that action was supposed to be encouraging but it gave him confidence regardless. He took the tip into his mouth, hand still jerking him off. He swirled his tongue around, playing with the metal ball piercing. The piercings in both his hand and mouth felt strange – like they weren't meant to be there, but they weren't not meant to be there. It was a confusing dilemma that boombox couldn’t help but mull over.
Medkit released his hair and instead gripped his horns firmly. The sultry yelp the younger let out wasn't even recognizable to his own ears. Any and all thoughts of how weird the piercings felt scattered then and there.
“You like being pulled around by your horns? Interesting.”
Boombox barely registered the doctor’s words as he dragged him closer, forcing his cock further down the musician’s hot throat. He tried his hardest not to gag – a near impossible feat given just how big that thing was – and focused as much of his attention as he could muster on relaxing his jaw and flattening his tongue.
“Thaaats it. Take it just like that..” Medkit almost looked like he was smirking as he said it. The doctor picked up the pace, thrusting in and out.
Boombox struggled to keep up. He tried to moan and swallow at the same time and choked briefly. That didn't seem to deter the doctor, who only went faster and harder the more time passed.
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The hand that was previously on the base of Medkit’s cock dropped back down to Boombox’s lap as he let his body go limp. The lack of oxygen from having his throat rammed into was so dizzyingly good and the piercings dug into him in the best way possible. He wanted to hate this so much, being used like he was nothing more than a fleshlight but the tight grip around his horns and the intoxicating scent of Medkit made any and all shame fizzle out. His voice echoed in his own ears: muffled chokes and desperate whines forced themselves out. He was too far gone to try and stop them.
For a brief moment, the doctor’s movement faltered as his face lit up in surprise.
“Whoever manufactured your visor was into some strange things,” no..there’s no way, “they’re little hearts, in case you were curious.”
Of course. If his humiliating noises weren’t enough, he had to have his thoughts plastered onto his face like an advertisement of his deepest secrets.
The doctor pulled him in and out so hard that the musician’s face hurt from slamming into him over and over.
“Didn't think you’d be this..huff..pliable. I’m pleasantly surprised.” Medkit mused, voice being interrupted with pants and grunts. At least Boombox wasn't the only one enjoying himself.
Medkit’s movements were getting sloppier, both his breathing and his pace becoming erratic. Not that Boombox was able to keep track; any and all higher brain function had shut down a while ago. The change of control caused the doctor to hit the back of his throat more. The musician let out a strange hybrid between a choke and a moan, half-smothered by the dick in his mouth.
“You like being hurt..don't you?” Medkit came as soon as the words left his tongue.
Boombox shook like a leaf as the doctor came down his throat. His face and jaw were sore. He had a slight headache from the lack of oxygen. His throat burned.
It felt euphoric.
“H-hold on a moment, I believe I have a cup for you to spit..” Medkit began, but the hand loosely tugging at his shirtfront made the words die in his throat. He looked down at the DJ to see what the urgency was and was taken aback by what he saw. The hearts that once took over his visor had since left, it now showed that his eyes were closed. His mouth was open. His mouth was empty.
“Whore.” Was all the doctor said as he roughly held Boombox’s jaw between his thumb and his fingers. The musician cracked open an eye and almost started laughing when he saw the doctor inspecting his throat like Boombox had an appointment.
Boombox wasn’t quite sure why he wanted to show Medkit. He’d like to believe that the warm, bubbly feeling in the pit of his stomach he got at the doctor’s apparent disbelief that he had actually swallowed all of it was pride. It wasn’t at all how much he loved being used like a fleshlight and desperately wanted to exceed the doctor’s expectations. He just liked to show off, that's all.
“Perhaps we’re more compatible than I initially thought.” Medkit hummed, releasing his grip on Boombox’s face and tucking his length back into his pants. The stinging sensation felt like it would end up bruising. He hoped it did.
Without warning the doctor rose out of the leather chair, causing the smaller demon to topple backwards.
“I just gave you the best head of your life, Med! The least you could do is tell me when you’re about to stand up so I can move.” Boombox huffed, glaring at him through his visor.
“How arrogant. How would you even know that you’re the best?”
“Because I can tell that you don't exactly have demons lining up to let you do whatever you want to them?” Boombox answered back smugly.
Anything he wanted. The musician refused to let himself think about how thrilled the idea made him feel.
“Anything? Aren’t there limits to that?” Medkit sounded like he didn't believe him.
“I guess, but I'm a very flexible guy. In more ways than one. I’m sure we can work something out.” He responded with a wink, trying to rise to his shaking feet in a way that best spared the last remnants of his dignity.
It wouldn’t have mattered either way because Medkit wasn't even looking at him, instead focusing his attention on the front door. Boombox wasn’t disappointed, he was just a little surprised.
“You should be getting home. It’s quite late, you know.” The doctor spoke, holding the door open.
“Awww, what a gentleman! You gonna walk me home as well?” Boombox laughed, making a show of walking out the door.
“No. I’m going to sleep.” Medkit’s curt response was just as devoid of emotion as it usually was.
“Your loss. See ya later, Med!” Boombox borderline shouted as he skipped off towards his own apartment.