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Exhausted Bee was sitting beside Puppy Bee on the couch, the both of them waiting for their boyfriend, Hasty Bee, to come back from his last class. All three of them shared an apartment on their college campus, splitting rent evenly so they could actually afford it. Exhaust yawned, moving to lay his head down on Puppy. Puppy’s tanned hand came up, resting against Exhaust’s head. They were watching some movie—one starring Adam Sandler.
“You sleepy?” Puppy asked, stating the obvious as his hand scratched behind Exhaust’s antenna. Exhaust nodded, “I wanna watch the movie though… I really liked the original..”
“We can finish it later. You really need to fix your sleep schedule—no wonder you're named ‘Exhausted’,” Puppy grinned playfully, hand tousling his hair. He planted a kiss on the top of his head before stroking one of his antennae, causing Exhaust to squirm. “Hey.! Y'knowww those are sensitive… Nh.. It feels good,” Exhaust trailed off as he practically melted into a puddle as his boyfriend's hands worked his antennae. “I’m dying this feels sooooooooo good…,” he murmured, eyes drooping as he struggled to stay awake.
Puppy paused the movie, both hands beginning to stroke his antennas now. His fingers rubbed the tips of them before stroking gently to the base, causing Exhaust to let out a moan. He bolted upright, heart running wild against his chest as he slowly looked at Puppy. What's worse is that it was making him wet. He was so fucked. He flushed a bright red, moving to lean against Puppy again, trying not to act strange. “...Don’t touch the base of them.” Puppy's eyes squinted, deciding what he should do. A.) respect his boundaries or B.) touch the bases.
His hands moved again, starting at the tip as he massaged the appendages once again. He was way too slow with it, making Exhaust subtly squirm. Almost too subtly, but Puppy noticed. After all, to be a good boyfriend, you need to notice things. He worked his way down, slowing down as he got towards the base, causing Exhaust to moan—covering it with a cough, though it didn't really work. “Aghhh! Such a cutie pie!” Puppy said enthusiastically as he smiled ear-to-ear. He loved making his boyfriend like this!
He relaxed his grip even more as he reached the base, barely touching the twitching antennae. Exhaust moved his hand to press against Puppy’s cheek. And that led to him pulling Exhaust on his lap. “Rude,” he grumbled, but there was no real harm behind it. He liked it when Puppy did this. He smiled in response, his touch quickening and causing Exhaust to whine, hips unintentionally moving on top of him.
“We still have thirty minutes before Hasty gets back,” Puppy murmured, clearly insinuating something more. His hand moved to rest on his thigh, fondling the flesh there. Exhaust nodded, letting him continue his caresses—one hand on his thigh and trailing up and the other on his antennae, gently caressing them up and down, alternating between touching each one. Exhaust gently rubbed against him before Puppy brought his attention to his chest, slipping his shirt off and rubbing his nipples—though they lacked sensation because of his top surgery. His fingers trailed against the scars underneath, Exhaust wriggling as a result.
Exhaust’s hand came up, gently pulling on his shorts, wanting to be touched a little elsewhere. Puppy chuckled, picking him up and setting him back down on the couch, pulling Exhaust’s shorts and underwear off with a single swipe. He hauled his legs over his shoulders, pressing soft kisses to Exhaust’s thighs before traveling closer. His lips sealed around his small cock, bobbing his head up and down despite the fact Exhaust was so tiny. He still liked ‘simulating’ giving the other man head though.
Exhaust moaned, hand traveling to Puppy’s hair, watching as his tail lazily wagged behind him. “..Ngh…Faster,” his voice was clear, yet soft. Puppy obeyed, his lips sealing tighter around the small organ. Then, his hand came down to slowly thrust a finger into his slick heat, curling inside him before adding another. He slowly began thrusting his digits forward and back inside of him. He was grateful he trimmed his nails recently, so fingering his boyfriend wasn't hard.
His digits thrust inside him faster, pairing with his head as it went faster. Exhaust’s fingers clutched Puppy’s hair tighter, pulling him forwards as his moans quickened and walls throbbed each time he hit that good spot. He was gasping for air, antennae twitching as his head leaned back into the couch, hips bucking forward.
“Shit—fuck—Puppy.! I’m cumming.!” he whined, gasping for breath as he bucked faster into his mouth before his walls pulsated and liquid squirted out of him and onto Puppy’s face; both signaling that his climax had arrived. He wheezed, body going limp as he fell asleep, too tired to stay awake for any longer.