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Rain pelted his face as Tubbo walked along the sides of his tracks, pacing up and down and making sure everything was in place with perfect precision. It was a quiet day, not many people had stopped by with the stormy cloudy weather and the on and off pouring to drizzle. Tubbo hadn’t gotten to fully set some of the tracks, so here he was, in the light pelting of rain as he dug up spikes and pushed them deep into his inventory to do later.
Tubbo wipes some of the rain soaking his bicolored hair off of his forehead. He feels a sudden shift, a presence, easily he turns around. Coming face to face with Fred, who is leaning over him and looking down curiously, well, as curiously as he can. Tubbo yelps in shock and stumbles a bit backwards. Tripping over the rail and into a puddle of muddy water. Even had he been expecting it he still reacted as if he’d haven’t.
Fred’s featureless face is tilted to the right, no doubt a curious expression. “Hey, King!” Tubbo laughs and climbs out of the puddle he’d fallen into with a smile. “Nice of you to stop by…” He watches as Fred takes a book from his own inventory, scribbling down some things and handing it to Tubbo.
“Hello. You are out in the rain today? Many others are usually inside their homes by this point in the day. Too wet to be safe.”
Tubbo chuckles at his worry and smiles, “Oh don’t worry bossman! I was just about to go inside! We’re both getting soaked out here.” Tubbo easily grabs onto Fred’s large paw and leads him underneath a roof with heavy machinery and no doors, “This should do!” He chirps, still very exposed to the elements. Fred looks outside blankly for a bit before looking at Tubbo with his bear like ears flicking.
He produces another book and writes again, “This area is not safe. I usually would let you do how you wish but I insist that you come to a warm residence with me. We can have food and dry clothing without much exposure to the weather.” Tubbo reads with one hand on the book, he feels a squeeze at the hand now being held back by Fred. Tubbo feels his heart flutter in excitement and nods.
“Yes! Awesome, go on!” Tubbo nods and agrees, a bit disappointed when Fred has to drop his hand. Fred produces an umbrella from his expansive inventory and hovers behind Tubbo, leaning over the smaller man to let the umbrella cover both of them. Tubbo looks up and smiles, walking forward in easy step with the worker behind him.
They walk not for long before they reach a dip in the large walls about their island where no one had settled close to. Fred lets Tubbo hold the umbrella they’d been under while he tosses some rocks and reveals a door with a warm lantern light spewing from the windows in the uncovered door.
“Wow! So this is where you live?” He asks curiously as they step into the warm house. The walls are decorated with warm wall paper and wooden floors. There’s a fire crackling while smoke wafts up a chimney.
“No. It is temporary.” Fred responds by writing on a small notepad instead of wasting another book.
“Temporary? Like you’re living here for a short amount of time or you have to move out of here or..?” Tubbo trails off, shaking the water off of his figure. And shivering slightly.
Fred seems to ignore the question and instead writes again in the book, this time quicker and a bit more worrying. “Are you cold? You should take off the wet clothes, you might get sick. And that would not be good.”
Tubbo reads it an chuckles into his hand, glancing up at Fred with a sly smile growing on his features. “Wow, already asking me to take my clothes off big man? Take me out to dinner first.” Tubbo laughs and Fred seems to jolt, palms up shaking his paws left to right and trying to deny. Tubbo just laughs again “I’m just playing with you! Do you really have dry clothes that would fit?”
Fred writes flusteredly, slightly shaking his head back and fourth as he scribbles down words. “Yes. One moment.”
Tubbo’s smile turned less cat-like and more genuine as Fred nods and walks into another room off of the main one they seem to be in. Really the only other room in the small warm abode.
Fred comes back just a moment later with a blue shirt and a pair of simple black shorts. Clearly made for the much larger of the two. “A bit big ay?” Tubbo chuckles and takes the articles from Fred’s grasp as he is allowed. Fred points to the room he had just been in, gesturing Tubbo to enter it and get changed.
“Oh okay I see. One second bossman.” Tubbo says and walks to the room. Upon entering Tubbo realizes it is in fact a bedroom. Tubbo takes quick note of the furniture within the room, the clean navy blue bedsheets and the lamp on the bedside table. Tubbo pulls on said lamps cord and lets the room be bathed in the orange lighting.
Tubbo unclips the different belts and sacks hanging from his body, setting them against the dresser within Fred’s residence and sighing in relief as the weight is lifted from his shoulders and waist. He imagines it’s the same way women feel when they remove their heels after a long day.
Tubbo reaches to the bottom of his wet shirt and pulls it up and over his head, carefully putting it on the dresser so that water from the clothing wouldn’t seep into the carpet. He peels away the pants he’s wearing and folds them overtop the shirt just in his boxers now. He thinks for a moment, deciding he doesn’t really want to wear the cold fabric. He tugs them down and off.
Quickly he takes both of the clothing pieces Fred had given him and slides them on. The clothing was obviously made for someone of Fred’s size. Tubbo pulls the loose warm shirt over his head and smiles when it falls to just above his hips, a little longer than most his own shirts but hanging off of his small frame. The shorts ride a bit low on his waist but he doesn’t mind much as he tugs them up and ruffles his hair a bit.
Tubbo smiles in approval and turns back to head into the main room, he peeks outside and sees Fred, seemingly staring at the wall while sitting on the couch of the room. “Bossman?” He calls out, Fred looks up and stands up. Looking at Tubbo. Maybe if Fred had features Tubbo would’ve been able to tell that Fred quite liked the look of Tubbo in his clothing. Seeing the shorter in his clothing made his stomach stir with that familiar feeling he got when writing letters.
Fred does a simple thumbs up and nods. Tubbo smiles and moves to sit on the couch next to Fred. Tubbo smiles and looks up at Fred for a moment. Just admiring the bear like entity. Fred seemed to pick up on this and looked down to a book. Fred writes in his book with a pen appearing from his inventory, writing down and showing Tubbo the book.
“Hi”
Tubbo just laughs quietly at the simple message. He sits against Fred’s side and reaches over to grab the feathery pen. Fred is confused but allows it. He likes it when Tubbo is close. Wearing the clothes that belong to Fred.
“Hey :)”
“Why take the pen when you can speak?”
“IDK just wanted to”
“I will have to look that up.” Fred circles the ‘IDK’ which makes Tubbo laugh and lean more into his side. Tubbo’s head is pressed against the side of Fred’s shoulder, his cheek squished against the hardened muscle from the physical work he did cleaning the QSMP.
Fred looks down curiously at Tubbo for a moment, both of them making eye contact. Well, face contact! Wait, no… face contact but in the way you’d make eye contact? Tubbo shakes it out of his head. They’re seeing each other.
Fred tilts his head a bit, white ears flicking curiously. “What’s up, Fred? You’re doing the thing when you want to ask something.” He chuckles. Fred does not respond, no, instead he wraps both of his arms around Tubbo’s mid section, “Oh-!” Fred draws him close and into his lap. Tubbo almost goes rigid from the shock but quickly calms down. His flustered fast beating heart rushing in his reddened ears. “Um, hey… there.” He smiles bashfully.
Fred puts the book into Tubbo’s lap and writes. “Now you may see better. It looked like you were straining to write and read what I say.” Fred writes the reply. “Ah… alright then.” Tubbo nods in understanding… of course, Fred is just being kind. Nothing nefarious.
But he can’t help it when his heart beats out of his chest when he feels Fred’s chin rest on his shoulder. He can feel the smooth barely even present fur of Fred’s face brush his neck which involuntarily makes him shiver. Fred notices and raises his chin, then places it back and seems to draw Tubbo in closer.
“Are you still cold?” Fred asks within the book.
“I… sure.”
“Am I not warm enough? Shall I grab a blanket?”
“No, no, it’s okay bossman! Sorry- Aha- no-…. you’re plenty warm. It was a uh… a good shiver? Your um… your fur just tickled me a bit.”
Tubbo flushes red when he feels Fred’s hands pause on the book as he’s thinking. Instead of writing, Fred nuzzles more into Tubbo’s neck which makes him slightly squeak in shock. Fred inhales the scent of Tubbo. Tubbo welcomes it though and leans his head to the right to allow Fred to just rub his face into his neck. His breath hitches when he feels Fred’s chest being pressed into his back. This position is much too intimate for Tubbo’s poor mind.
Fred then pauses and looks at Tubbo’s red face, he redirects the smallers attention back to the book with a slight tap. “That felt good to you?” It reads. Tubbo takes a quick gulp of air and smiles shakily from the nerves.
“Um… yeah. Yeah it did. Thanks-… for that.” He chuckles awkwardly and is about to say something else when Fred writes again.
“So your neck makes you feel good?” Tubbo reads it aloud and when he gets about half way through the sentence Fred nuzzles his neck again, pressing his face into the crook of it. “Uh… hah, yeah… it does.” Tubbo doesn’t squeak this time, but just lets his eyes close comfortably as he enjoys the soft sensations over his nape. He feels goosebumps down his arms and unwittingly pushes himself backwards and into Fred.
Fred pauses for just a moment and before Tubbo can ask him to continue he feels something sharp ghost over where his shoulder and neck meet. He gasps and looks over, Fred had a mouth. What. “Y…You have a mouth?” Tubbo asks, peering through his wide side eye at Fred’s exposed mouth. Sharp, but not unnatural, teeth line his mouth, the worker simply just nods. Tubbo could question it later but for now he feels it when Fred slightly pushes said teeth into his shoulder.
Tubbo slightly screeches, “Woah!” The sound comes out more lewd than he had wished. He flushed and hunches his shoulders. Fred retracts his mouth and his face smooths back over. He quickly reaches for the book. “I am sorry. Did that hurt you? You sounded in pain.”
Tubbo reads it aloud and hesitates as he waits to answer the question. “-pain… well. Erm. Not exactly just pain bossman…” Tubbo chuckles and settles back down and presses backwards into Fred. “I was just shocked… I don’t… I don’t mind if you want to do that. I do… I do like it.” He admits quietly, purposely looking away. His mind is racing with many thoughts. He tilts his head to the right again and exposes where Fred had just been a moment ago, tugging down the sleeve a bit to expose some more.
Fred feels that stirring within his gut again and his ears perk up. His mouth re-opens itself. He feels things stirring in his stomach, different feelings, this is right. This is where he should be. Who he should be. Fred takes the book from Tubbo’s lap and sets it to the side, wrapping his larger arms around Tubbo’s waist and pulling him close. He leans back down and locks his teeth with Tubbo’s shoulder a bit more confidently. Something new awakened in him.
Tubbo gasps again, even had he been expecting it he almost feels like he goes completely limp in Fred’s grasp. He whimpers slightly at the sharp teeth that press hard dents into his skin. “Fred… fuck man…” His voice slightly pitches as he chuckles under his breath, unable to control that huff of air when you feel strong emotion.
Fred cannot respond, he just moves from that bite to slightly lick at the mark he’d just left on Tubbo. He moves to a new piece of land and starts to also lick and bite the pale skin. Tubbo can’t help it when a lightly pitched sensitive moan tumbles from his lips. His eyes widen and he throws his hand over his mouth. Fred lets Tubbo do it but he keeps up his attack on the spot against his neck.
The movements feel natural to Fred, like he already knows what to do next. Tubbo can’t help it as more moans and whimpers fall from his lips, his hand eventually falls and he lets the sounds waterfall from his mouth. “Ah… F-Fred… auh… ow… t-that’s good.” He closes his eyes and pants softly. Tubbo can’t remember the last time he had interacted with someone in an intimate way like this. He was long overdue.
Tubbo feels as Fred’s left paw moves from around his waist upwards. It catches on his oversized shirt which rises it a bit but lets it fall back down. Tubbo keens softly when he feels Fred detach his teeth from his neck and move to the other side. Before he can react and move his head himself, a paw is gently wrapped around his throat and jaw, helping his head tilt to the other side. Fuck Fuck Fuck. He can feel the shorts getting tighter as he’s getting harder by the second. Tubbo’s his eyes roll up just at the thought of all the possibilities. “Oh…” He breathes.
Tubbo’s lips curl into a hazy smile as he’s allowed to just let Fred take the control and move Tubbo how he likes. He hears a low grumble, maybe a growl, from behind him and gasps softly again. Body seizing up at how fucking hot it sounded. Fred continues to bite and attack his neck, slightly primal growls emitting from the man’s throat behind him. It’s making Tubbo feel even more submissive then he already is right now.
Fred’s mind is racing as he bites and claims Tubbo as his own. He’s marking him, biting his neck, leaving evidence he was there. He doesn’t know this feeling. Possessive? The way his boss was possessive over the workers and documents? No, this was much more primal. This was a need. He needs Tubbo. He zeroes in even more and slips a hand to the front of Tubbo’s shorts, brushing his hand over it and slightly tightening his grip on Tubbo’s chin. “A-Auh! Fred! Christ man… I… ah… oh…” Tubbo’s voice fades back into whimpers when Fred presses down.
“Ha… uh… god yes. Yes please. Fred c’mon… please.” Tubbo whines at the pressure from his paw, he is aching. Fred loves the sound of his voice all needy like this. He needs it. Tubbo needs Fred. He needs Fred to be playing with him, touching him, teasing him, running his hands down his thighs, maybe one or two of those thick fingers pressing into him and stretching him out. He whimpers again.
Fred moves his paw upward to the hem of the smooth shorts and focuses down, fully zeroing in sharply on Tubbo’s lower area. He doesn’t know where he got this expertise. How it came so natural to him, but he doesn’t care.
His paw slips underneath Tubbo’s shorts. “Oh…!”
Fred can feel his own body warming um and getting hot. His own clothed cock pressing into Tubbo’s back. Fred’s large paw takes Tubbo’s dick in his palm and holds it, adding slight pressure with a squeeze but not doing much else. Tubbo feels Fred move so that his hard erection is right against the back of his ass.
Holy fuck he feels huge. Tubbo can’t even see it and he’s already drooling and begging. “Ah… please Fred oh god… you’re… you’re making me feel so good I need more please I need more.” He whines softly, his head falling even more limp than it had before. Fred holds his head up with a tight grip and a squeeze and makes another low growling noise right into Tubbo’s ear
Tubbo just moans again. He feels it when Fred’s paw does a few quick pumps of his cock. Up and down in quick succession. Tubbo moans loudly, chest pressing up while his back slightly arches just from being touched by the other man. “Oh! Fuck yes! Hah!” He whines out, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. The pleasure disappears almost as soon as it had started and Fred’s hand trail away. “Wha- no… no no c’mon please..!” Tubbo whimpers and tries to thrust his hips upwards to try and chase the pleasure, face red with embarrassment.
Instead, Tubbo is met with the shorts he had been given being tugged down and off, and even more suddenly he’s being pressed face first into the cushions on the small couch. He yelps but allows it to happen. Tubbo peeks his head up and peers behind him, making desperate eye contact with Fred who’s now digging his paws into Tubbo’s hips. Tubbo feels so weak but so so good. He puts his head in his arms and attempts to wiggle his hips enticingly, his mouth still pressed onto the couch pillow.
Fred doesn’t seem to like that though because a paw suddenly shoots up to Tubbo’s hair and yanks his head out of his arms, he wants to hear him. Tubbo responds fruitfully and squeaks in shock. “Agh! Fred, didn’t think you’d like it so rou-uF! Oh!” His voice pitches high in slight shock when he feels a curious paw grab his ass and spread it wide.
Tubbo glances back when he hears another little growl and moans softly when he feels Fred’s thick finger drift inwards and simply just press near his rim.
“Fred-… ah um… slight problem bossman… d-do you… do we have like… aha… lube or something?” Tubbo says with such embarrassment and looks back forward, he knows that they need it or something to help them along the way.
Fred pauses for a moment and seems to think, mindlessly trailing his thumb pad just around the tight ring of muscle as if entranced with it. Tubbo stays still and waits, silently begging the universe to not fuck them over and just let them- “Oh shit!”
Tubbo yelps and slightly tenses when he feels a slithery wet sort of rough heat press right against his hole. He whips his head in shock and widens his eyes when he sees Fred’s smooth face pressed right into backside. He moans from just seeing him and even more so when he feels the tip of Fred’s inhumanly long and slick tongue pressing right into his ass.
“Ah! Oh god. Jesus C-Christ man I- auh…” Tubbo moans and his eyes roll up. Holy fuck he’s getting his ass ate by some alien ass tongue. By his crush. By Fred. “Fred…!” He whines breathily, pressing his ass back even more into Freds face. Fred’s tongue seemed spurred by his moans as it presses around inside of him, reaching further in and getting thicker as it went. “Fred!” He whines again, but louder. Tubbo can hear the wet sounds and can feel his legs trembling from the intense pleasure.
“Please oh god please more… please!” Tubbo moans loudly and props his head up, wide smile across his face. Fred’s tongue moves roughly all around and is stretching him so perfectly. Tubbo tenses up and lets out a yelp of shock when Freds tongue presses right into his prostate after wiggling around. “Eek! Hell yes… fuck! God Fred right there please again do it again please-!” Fred really hadn’t even needed to be asked, he presses his tongue back into Tubbo’s prostate and pushes down on it and slimily wiggles over the gland intensely.
Tubbo jolts and cries out at the intense pleasure washing over him in waves. He grips the armrest of the couch and squeezes his eyes tightly shut mouth falling open and drooling. He’s getting closer and closer, he needs it. “Fred oh fuck i’m so close… please ah. I’m going-… I’m so close! Fred!” He moans loudly and his eyes fly open and gasps. Suddenly Fred’s tongue retreats from him and feels a light slap and grab to his ass when he just whines, feeling the warm spit dripping down his shaky thighs.
“Nooo… no Fred c’mon… please just stop teasing me like this… please…” Tubbo whimpers and looks back with his wide wobbly blue eyes. He sees the mouth on Fred’s face curl upwards in a smile.
Fred spits onto his hand before his tongue retreats and his mouth seals back up into the handsome smooth sculpted face. Tubbo hears the noise of a pair of trousers being pulled down and moans in preemptive excitement. Fred slathers his dick in the spit he’d put in his hand and wipes the excess on Tubbo. “I’m ready I’m so ready please…” Tubbo whines loudly, showing off his stretched pink hole.
Fred looks at it for a few seconds before positioning himself over Tubbo. Tubbo can feel the thick tip pressing at his hole and squeaks in shock, trying to relax his muscles as much as possible. He gulps and takes a deep breath, Tubbo lets out a startled yell when he feels Fred’s cock pierce him.
“Ahh-ohh…oh..! Fffruh… frred.” He whines loudly, eyes shooting upwards just from the entrance as Fred sinks into him. Fred is thick and long and his sculpted muscles paired with his deathly gripped paw like hands paired with his inhumanly thick and long dick and Tubbo’s small size Holy mother of god he’s so fucking thick, Tubbo thinks as he squeals out.
Tubbo’s body is lifted into a position where his back is to Fred so that he can finally bottom out inside of Tubbo. “Fahh… haa.. aha… uh.. oh fuhck…” Tubbo speaks nasally from the pain and pleasure simultaneously. Fred notices Tubbo’s slight discomfort and holds onto his waist to keep him still. Looking down Fred rubs his large paw like hands over Tubbo’s stomach to soothe him.
Tubbo takes a lot of deep breaths and blinks away tears. I mean it’s not like he hadn’t taken dildos and shit, it’s not like he’d fully break. But Fred was much bigger than anything he’d taken so still. Eventually Tubbo nods his head and speaks. “Okay… okay fuck… yes okay you can move Fred please please move… fucking… fuck- fuck me, please…” Tubbo whines out and tries to buck his hips.
Fred grabs onto Tubbo’s hips and holds him in place with a fixed glare like scowl on his face at Tubbo, but he can hardly register it. Fred raises Tubbo up, nearly to the tip of his thick white cock before slamming the small boy down. Tubbo gasps and squeals. “ahhaA! Fhred!! Fuck damn shit yes! A-Again do it again!” He begs, looking up at the ceiling as Fred repeated the motion.
“Yes! Nng!”
Loud noises of desperate skin hitting skin filled the air. Tubbo can feel Fred’s dick rub right over his prostate.
“Fred! Oh god! Oh! I’mm… ah-a-already close aha!
Tubbo’s squeals heighten as he holds onto Fred’s hands over his thin waist. Throwing his head back.
“Yes! Yes yes ye hsyesyes! H-Haarder fuhck me harder!”
Fred complies and drives his hips into Tubbo’s, grabbing and pulling Tubbo’s hips down to meet his. The loud slapping sounds continue. Tubbo feels heat pooling low in his stomach and moans loudly. “I’m gunna cuhm! I’m coming! Fred oh plheeease! I’m-!” Tubbo feels a hand wrap around his dick and that’s all it takes before he’s spurting out and panting heavily while Fred keeps driving into him.
Overstimulated and mind so hazy and knowing Fred is close by the way his thrusts become sloppy and hurried he can’t help but beg. “Aha! Yes! Yes Fred phlease cuhm in me! Please! Fhill me up, I wan’ it! Need i’ so bad!” Tubbo squeals, his legs slightly kicking when he feels one, two, three more thrusts before hot sticky liquid is being shot into his walls.
Tubbo moans loudly as he feels the hot cum shooting up his hole and Fred still as it pumps into him in spurts. His legs and body twitch and pulse with each spurt of cum from Fred’s dick gasping for air as it spills out over Fred’s dick and out of his wrecked hole. Tubbo falls limp, slumping backwards against Fred and mind spinning in pleasure. “F-Fred…” He whimpers hoarsely.
Fred seems just as worn out as Tubbo, also staying limp with Tubbo in his shiny sweaty arms. He slowly lifts Tubbo off of him, causing Tubbo to let out a weak moan as more cum drips down his thighs. Fred takes a red flower, a Red Chrysanthemum (mouthful) it reads, from his inventory and puts it onto Tubbo’s chest. Tubbo looks down at it and giggles, leaning back and kissing Fred’s jaw. “I-I’ll have to look it up later boss man…” Tubbo murmurs and lets his eyes slip closed, tired and very very satisfied.