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Lying on the full-sized bed in Schlatt’s guest room, Astrid couldn’t help but feel extremely bored. She’d been scrolling around on Bluesky for half an hour, grimacing every once in a while at the strange posts that popped up on her feed. However, it was easy to get tired of letting her brain rot on social media, so she threw her phone down on the bed and sat up from where she lay, sighing in dissatisfaction. She knew when coming to stay with Schlatt that there wouldn’t be as much stuff to do here as there was at her house, yet she foolishly got ahead of herself when she disregarded his warning and decided to stay at his place anyway.
“Fuck, I wish this concert could come sooner already…” she’d reminisced, looking around the room curiously. Despite crashing there for the past two days, she hadn’t really paid attention to the room that much, but it had been nice. That was because, while in New York for her upcoming Insect Christmas concert, Aztro had been able to hang out with Schlatt one on one. It was weird how different he was from when he was recording videos, but not in a bad way, necessarily. It was refreshing, if anything, when you took into account that he was much kinder than his internet persona.
For example, when Astrid had stressed that she was hungry the other night, he was courteous enough to buy vegan friendly takeout, even going as far as to eat it with her. Such an act left her speechless, staring at him with her mouth hanging open for at least a minute when she’d seen what he’d gotten them.
So yeah, that basically summed up how crashing at Schlatt’s place was like. After getting closer to him throughout the past few days and already being decent long distance friends, it was easy to feel more comfortable around him. So, due to their friendship’s nature, she had no problem picking herself up off the bed and making her way to his room instead. Yeah, it was late at night, but she knew there was no way he was sleeping right now— both of their sleep schedules weren’t the most ideal.
Admittedly, as she made her way through the hallway and took in the scenery, the way she felt about Schlatt wasn’t exactly… platonic. He always seemed to make her act all bashful and idiotic around him, in a way that she had never acted around anyone else. Without even realizing it, she slowed her pace to his room, subconsciously a little nervous about seeing him. The heart wanted what it wanted, of course, and there was evidently nothing she could do to stop it from yearning for something she didn’t have.
With a few knocks at his door— because while she was comfortable with him, she had no intention of catching him in an uncompromising position by opening it without warning— she got a face full of Schlatt in his laid-back state. It wasn’t her first time seeing him like this, of course, but the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach never seemed to cease no matter how used to it she got.
“Whadduya want? Did you get scared that Luigi Mangione was gonna come around and assassinate you next since you’re in New York or something?” questioned the New Yorker, a cheeky little smirk gracing his face as he leaned against the door frame placidly.
And being the easily amused girl that Astrid was, she snorted at the joke, hand covering her mouth’s giggles before replying, “Oh, trust me, I wish he was out to get me dude. You don’t know what’d I’d do to get that man in my bed, my god…” And yet all she got from Schlatt was a deadpan look— though she most definitely could see a smile begging to be let out— along with a silly tap to his wrist, indicating that she was “wasting his time”.
“Well sorry Mr. ‘I’m worth 7 million dollars’, didn’t know it was a crime to be bored in your rich person house,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes and pointing a finger— courageously— at his chest as she continued, “You just so happen to be the only other person here, so I came around to bother you. Though if you really don’t want me here, I can always bother Jambo or [Redacted] I guess…”
“Wait! Wait..” he exclaimed, cheeks brightening a rosy red and raising his hands up in surrender, “I never said none of that. Just… come on in, I wasn’t really doing much anyway…” The man moved out of her way after that, instead making his way towards his own full sized bed so he could sit down. It was kind of strange, now that Aztro thought about it, because she hadn’t actually sat in his room once the whole time she was here. She’d seen it before, of course, when the Sleep Deprived group would do face cam videos (which frankly just consisted of her and Schlatt sitting in front of a camera while Apandah and Mikasacus used vtubers as substitutes) and Schlatt would have his room viewable as they recorded. Seeing it in person, however, felt surreal, like entering the set of your favorite show or movie.
“Seeing your room and how you decorate it really tells me you’re much more of a softie than you let on, Big Guy,” the blonde expressed, moving to the bed before plopping down to lie on it with her feet hanging off the edge, ”I mean, the cheesy fanart and the Home Depot Christmas lights? Totally cute.”
“Oh, fuck off,” he scoffed, shoving her pliant form slightly in an unserious manner.
“Come on man..” she’d muttered back, looking up at him with a sparkle in her eyes that he’d hoped was reserved only for him, “There’s nothing wrong with being cute! Plus, it’s… fitting, for you. Nothing wrong with something that perfectly describes your character.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say…” the brunet paused, biting his lip before looking down to her with a strange look on his face, “Do you… like crashing here..? I mean, if you’re bored, I’ve gotta be doin’ something wrong.”
Astrid sat up at that, suddenly aware of their proximity to each other now that she wasn’t lying down anymore. Setting aside how that made her feel though, she squinted at Schlatt, scrutinizing him as if she could see within. “You’re not very bright, aren’t you..?” And awh, he rolled his eyes at that— how cute, “Being bored doesn’t mean you’ve done anything wrong. If anything, you’re doing everything right, actually. After all, if you were doing something wrong, I’d probably just ignore you and like… make fun of how gay you are when I did see you. Me wanting to hang out with you means you’re fortunate enough to have me choose you over… anything else. Not many people can catch my attention like that.”
“Oh..? Oh. That’s… good, yeah, no that’s great,” he pursed his lips as he looked down at his thighs, twiddling his thumbs a bit anxiously as he helplessly tried to stop being awkward. “Uh, d’ya wanna play a game then or something? If you came here to stop being bored, then we can play Mario Kart together. I’m pretty sure that’s the only game that I have that we can split screen anyway.”
“It’ll feel weird without Pandah or Mika but… yeah, I’d like that.”
Evidently, playing video games together was much more fun than just sitting around in separate rooms like inmates. They’d easily played a few rounds together on different maps, with Aztro picking Boo and Schlatt— semi-surprisingly— chose his Mii instead, swearing that he needed it to represent himself. Being so close together was obviously not enough for them, however, because as time went on, they slowly scooted closer to each other, eventually reaching a point of being thigh to thigh in proximity. That didn’t seem to be enough for Astrid either though, because she suddenly got a bright yet vulgar idea.
While Schlatt was messing around with the customizable parts on his Kart, Aztro felt cheeky enough to run her hand softly up Schlatt’s thigh, moving it close to his crotch but not touching it directly— yet. The other jolted at her touch, visibly stiffening at the feeling of her hand caressing him so intimately.
His breath hitched as he looked at her with a flushed face, uttering, “Astrid.. what’re you… doing?” He’d placed his controller down next to him by now, hands floating up in the air with them having no where else to go. For a better choice of words, he had no idea what to do with them.
“If you want me to stop… just tell me now, Schlatt.” Her eyes looked to him sort of pleadingly, but her hand stopped rubbing against his thigh, waiting on his approval.
“No, no, don’t stop. Fuck, do whatever you want actually, just don’t stop what you’re doing,” he practically begged, frowning from the lack of stimulation. Yet with how desperate he looked, Aztro couldn’t help but smirk and bite her lip in response, moving from where she sat to kneel down in between Schlatt’s knees instead. The blonde made note to keep eye contact with him as she moved her hands up to the strings of his sweats, untying them and pulling it down carefully like she knew how excruciating this was for Schlatt. With her lithe and delicate fingers, she reached into his boxers to pull out the man’s hardened cock, eyeing it with curiosity as she was exposed to its thickness and length.
As she spit into her hand for make shift lube— Schlatt had a hard time refraining from making a hawk tuah joke at a time like this— she took into account its features; uncut, flushed at the tip, curving slightly to the right with a vein running down its side and god, did she want it in her mouth at that moment. “With all of the bragging you do about having a big dick, I never would’ve thought that it was actually true. Lucky me, I suppose, because it’s all mine tonight,” the woman purred flirtatiously, rubbing at the tip with her thumb with focused pressure. The action earned her a yelp from the man, and all he could do was throw a fist over his mouth in a poor attempt to muffle his pleasured noises. After the tease, though, she decided to start off small, taking her spit-slicked hand to start stroking its length steadily, grinning up impishly at the other as groans and uneven breaths started to leave his mouth.
As her hand moved up and down his thick cock, she could feel her own dick harden in her star-printed pajama pants, the stiffness uncomfortable but ignorable as she listened to Schlatt’s moans grow louder. She was ready to finally suck his dick, but yet again, she got an idea that made her mouth water.
“Hey,” she vocalized, slowing her ministrations— and earning her a frustrated groan before she could even continue her sentence (which she found endearing, by the way)— “don’t be scared to start fucking my mouth if you get a little… excited. I’ll tap on your thigh if it gets too much, but trust me, it’ll feel better for both of us.” And like a minx, she winked at him before taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it like a starved woman eating her first meal. And fuck, this was already the best blow job Schlatt had ever received. The instant warmth around his tip made him grunt like all of his air had been knocked out of him. His hands instinctively flew to her head, lightly gripping her hair as she slowly took his member into her mouth.
“You’re so good with your mouth Aztro, oh my god…” he muttered, looking her in the eyes as she looked up to him sinfully with her mouth suctioned around his cock. Despite the timidness he felt from being so engulfed in pleasure, he could help but smirk down at her, unpromptly shoving the other half of his dick down her throat and moaning in a tone that was two pitches higher as he felt her warm mouth swallow around his member. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open without another sound coming out, both so he wouldn’t come on the spot and to give Astrid time to adjust.
To notify him that she was ready, Aztro rubbed his thigh soothingly, breathing through her nose in preparation for whats to come. And happily, Schlatt began to thrust with abandon, hitting the back of her throat with each submerge into her orifice. He’d practically used her as his personal flesh light, the warmth and wetness of her mouth along with the vibration from her moans being almost too much to bear. However, within his experience of bliss, he idiotically realized that he hadn’t touched her at all yet, feeling a pang of guilt as he slowed his thrusts.
They came to a full stop quickly, pulling the blonde off his dick and taking a moment to examine her fucked-out expression. Her lips were red and wet from his harsh fucking, her hair had been quite a mess from his pulling, and her eyes were lidded in pleasure. It took her a moment to process it, but once she realized Schlatt had stopped, she made a sound of disappointment and looked up at him sad and confused, slightly worried that she had been doing something wrong. Schlatt didn’t explain much though, instead instructing her, “Get on my lap, baby,” he uttered so gently, she could feel her teeth ache. And it didn’t make his sweetness any better when he smoothed her hair down with a caress of the hand against her head, gaze soft like honey, “I have a better idea to get us off.”
She noted that he said he’d get them both off though, so she happily straddled his lap— though she probably would’ve anyway, with how soft he was with her just seconds ago— and blushed at the proximity. It was idiotic, of course, since she just had his dick in her mouth moments ago, but there was something different about being face to face with the man who could make your stomach do backflips with just his gaze. The girl felt comfortable enough to rest her arms against his shoulders though, wrapping them to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as she took in the view.
As nice as it was, she didn’t get much time to enjoy it without being interrupted, because Schlatt made quick work of pulling her own average cock out of her pajama pants, and spit on his hand so he could stroke them both in tandem. It was heavenly to feel his warm rough hand and the friction of their cocks rubbing together, especially when this was the first time it was touched that night. It was easy to fall into a whimpering, sensitive state, and she let herself be vulnerable with him as her head went to rest in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Each stroke turned her brain into mush, and Schlatt never felt better as Aztro’s breath was hot against his neck.
“So good baby, ah- s’really good, fuck,” her voice quivered, and her hands previously played with the man’s hair now gripped at his back for support as she could feel her orgasm steadily approaching. Schlatt, on the other hand, repositioned Astrid’s head away from his neck so he could bite and suck at her own instead, body shaking in ecstasy as the proximity and pressure felt like too much.
“M’gonna come, angel. M’so close, god, the shit you do to me- are y’gonna come with me? C’mon, c’mon, I know you’re there, just let go pretty girl,” the man rambled into her neck, muffled speaking only being loud enough for her to hear since they were so intimately close. And with the pet names, Schlatt’s ministrations, and pathetic begging, Aztro truly found herself at the finish, seed sprouting into the air and dirtying their shirts. Schlatt, despite his pleads, came after Aztro, if only by a second, with his cum also dirtying their shirts in a strong load.
Somehow, without any penetration, this intimidate moment shared between the two was the best escapade of sex either of them had experienced, leaving them out of breath and holding each other for a few moments as they came down from their high. When they did come down though, Schlatt was the first one to speak, holding her chin with his two fingers so that she could look at him.
“You really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?” His thumb soothed over her cheek lovingly, and with the post coital high she was feeling after just being jerked to completion by her coworker— technically— she felt like she could cry. “We didn’t really talk about it before you went down on me, but I really do like you Aztro. Yeah, we got the order wrong, but how about I take you on a date after your show tomorrow?” And god, she should’ve known he’d be the type to get sappy after sex. She didn’t mind it though, wrapping her arms back around his neck and pecking his lips with a smile and responding, “I’d fucking love that Big Guy, more than you could imagine.”
Like the man child he was, he giggled at her approval, and pecked her back five more times with joy written all over him. When he looked down though, he couldn’t help but notice the mess they had made in the throes of passion, flaccid cocks still hanging out of their pants and semen staining their clothes. He grimaced slightly at the sight, and looked up at the girl. “While I’m sure you’re as tired as I am, I think we should probably change…” Without waiting for a response, he lifted Aztro off of his lap onto his bed, and retrieved tissues for them to at least wipe their dicks off first. A shower would’ve been more ideal, yes, but there was no way in hell either of them had enough energy to shower without falling asleep half way through.
Afterward, he went through his closet for a change of clothes they could both wear, picking out random sweats and a t-shirt for himself while he aimed for the smallest clothes he owned with Astrid in mind. The clothes obviously weren’t her size since her lithe figure was practically a polar opposite to his thicker— and as Apandah would call it, bear-sized— figure, but they would do, and he was kind of itching to see her in his clothes. Once he retrieved boxers for the both of them, he walked over to Aztro who sat on the bed watching him with what could only be described as admiration. It was a little much being looked at with such love, but he took it in a stride, handing her clothes to change into that weren’t soiled by sex.
It was smooth sailing from there, as they silently agreed to sleep and cuddle together, too enamored by each other to sleep separately on such a precious night. With an earlier episode of Severance running on the TV in the background and a comfy bed to share together, the new couple went to sleep without a hitch, falling asleep with just the thought of each other in their minds.