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titusnowlMichael doesn't usually jump Marie; let the cockfag jump him if he wants it so bad, right? But there was a battle, and he watched Marie throw a knife at a guy that was sneaking up on him, and DAMN.
He was hard the rest of the fucking match, and that was pretty fuckin' awkward.
After the match the Pyro was all "THAT WAS PRETTY FUCKING SWEET, I BLEW UP THEIR DEMO - RAIN OF BLOOD, FUCK YEAH -" and he was all "uh yeah I have to go take a shower - "
He basically pushes Marie into the stall and falls on his knees so fast. "Michel, are you -" and then Michael's hands are tearing at his fly. And it's not like he's going to try to commit suicide by impaling himself on a cock, that'd just be silly; wrapping one's face around someone's penis either means you're alright or you're not and you don't want to talk about it, and while "I hope you choke to death on a cock" may be an appropriate thing to shout at Backup when you're pissed off it is not a viable suicide method in real life.
Soon the sounds of everyone getting out of the lockers have died down, except it sounds like someone's in the showers, maybe gotten blasted by rain-of-Red-Demo, but that's enough muffling sound so Michael wipes his mouth and stands, growls, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."
He pushes Marie-René out of the way and his trousers down, bends to brace himself on the wall and spreads his legs; and when Marie slips a finger inside of him he just about comes on the spot, tries to think of other things, bites his lip and squeezes the base of his dick so he doesn't ruin it. He can't listen to Marie-Rene whispering to him as he fucks himself back on one finger, then two, because he'll embarrass himself; he unclenches his teeth from his lip - he thinks it might be bleeding but he doesn't really care - and groans "Fucking fuck me already - fuck -" and it's a little too loud, but he doesn't care.
He can hear the water in the other stall turn off but it doesn't really register because Marie-Rene's sliding into him, slick and hot and hard, and he can't help moaning - thank God the other person doesn't say anything - and Michael has to take his hand off his dick when Marie starts thrusting, bracing himself on both elbows and burying his face in his arms.
The door opens and closes, and Marie mutters something in French, and Michael cries out and comes, squeezing his eyes closed so tight he sees stars.
Marie-Rene murmurs, "Michel -" and his thrusts speed up, becoming ragged, and he comes quickly after that.
They're both quiet for awhile, trying to recover their breaths; and then Michael says hoarsely, "Yeah -"
Marie-Rene pulls out and cleans himself up, tucks himself back in; Michael straightens up awkwardly, then bends down to pull his trousers back up as Marie-Rene lights up a cigarette.
"Was eet good for you, cher?" he murmurs, exhaling and then grinning.
Michael flips him off.
He was hard the rest of the fucking match, and that was pretty fuckin' awkward.
After the match the Pyro was all "THAT WAS PRETTY FUCKING SWEET, I BLEW UP THEIR DEMO - RAIN OF BLOOD, FUCK YEAH -" and he was all "uh yeah I have to go take a shower - "
He basically pushes Marie into the stall and falls on his knees so fast. "Michel, are you -" and then Michael's hands are tearing at his fly. And it's not like he's going to try to commit suicide by impaling himself on a cock, that'd just be silly; wrapping one's face around someone's penis either means you're alright or you're not and you don't want to talk about it, and while "I hope you choke to death on a cock" may be an appropriate thing to shout at Backup when you're pissed off it is not a viable suicide method in real life.
Soon the sounds of everyone getting out of the lockers have died down, except it sounds like someone's in the showers, maybe gotten blasted by rain-of-Red-Demo, but that's enough muffling sound so Michael wipes his mouth and stands, growls, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."
He pushes Marie-René out of the way and his trousers down, bends to brace himself on the wall and spreads his legs; and when Marie slips a finger inside of him he just about comes on the spot, tries to think of other things, bites his lip and squeezes the base of his dick so he doesn't ruin it. He can't listen to Marie-Rene whispering to him as he fucks himself back on one finger, then two, because he'll embarrass himself; he unclenches his teeth from his lip - he thinks it might be bleeding but he doesn't really care - and groans "Fucking fuck me already - fuck -" and it's a little too loud, but he doesn't care.
He can hear the water in the other stall turn off but it doesn't really register because Marie-Rene's sliding into him, slick and hot and hard, and he can't help moaning - thank God the other person doesn't say anything - and Michael has to take his hand off his dick when Marie starts thrusting, bracing himself on both elbows and burying his face in his arms.
The door opens and closes, and Marie mutters something in French, and Michael cries out and comes, squeezing his eyes closed so tight he sees stars.
Marie-Rene murmurs, "Michel -" and his thrusts speed up, becoming ragged, and he comes quickly after that.
They're both quiet for awhile, trying to recover their breaths; and then Michael says hoarsely, "Yeah -"
Marie-Rene pulls out and cleans himself up, tucks himself back in; Michael straightens up awkwardly, then bends down to pull his trousers back up as Marie-Rene lights up a cigarette.
"Was eet good for you, cher?" he murmurs, exhaling and then grinning.
Michael flips him off.
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