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Pest never knew why new floors appeared in the elevator or where they would lead until he ended up somewhere he hadn't been before. He had stopped questioning that a long time ago. It broke the monotony when he got off somewhere he had never been before and saw new faces, even if he wasn't horribly inclined to socialize with them.
So meeting a new shopkeeper wasn't too odd. He hadn't looked especially suspicious in the company of Poob before, but god, how he had wanted to nab something from the damp office space where the aquatic merchant ran his shop. It was just in his nature, he guessed, and it felt like his fingers were itching.
But also. He didn't want to, you know, be killed because he saw that gun on the fish-man's hip and judging by the way he spoke to customers, he didn't take any bullshit.
When the elevator doors slid open, Pest shoved his hands in his pockets. He wasn't in the company of his annoying friend this time, all alone as he entered Sebastian's little shop.
The tall, eel-like creature standing behind the desk leaned forward just a bit, resting his arms on the surface and flashing a smirk as he eyed his visitor. The angler’s light flickered, illuminating the shop’s interior more intensely, revealing a small collection of shelves and tables littered with different items for sale.
"Ah, you," Sebastian began with a smile. "Back again without the company of your friend? What can I do for you, kid?”
"Kid?"
Pest stopped dead in his tracks, momentarily dumbfounded by Sebastian's greeting. His expression quickly changed to one of great annoyance, his mandibles clicking audibly with a muttered curse in Japanese.
"I am not a child. Mind your tongue.”
The creature’s smile seemed to grow wider, amused at the beetle’s retort. Sebastian slowly lifted one of his arms up and rested his chin in his palm while he looked across at Pest.
"Of course,” he replied, his tone laced with a fake sense of respect and politeness. “Apologies, young man.”
Sebastian paused for a moment, picked up a lit cigarette from a nearby ashtray and took a puff off of it, then exhaled the smoke through his nose. He narrowed his eyes as he studied Pest curiously.
"But you haven't answered my question.”
Pest squinted at the shopkeeper with irritation evident on his face, but waited only a couple beats longer before shuffling forward to look around at the store's stock.
"I'm just browsing," he replied in a deadpan tone, obviously not interested in the small talk Sebastian was forcing on him.
Sebastian kept an eye on the beetle as he browsed through the various goods for sale. He tapped his finger on the desk a few times and hummed before speaking up again.
"Browsing, huh?" He questioned, letting out another short huff of cigarette smoke. "Well, take your time then. Feel free to ask if you want to know what anything does." Pest made a sound of acknowledgement, but was otherwise pleased to be left alone.
There were a few interesting items around, most varying types of flashlights- why did one need so many light sources? Some medical supplies, some sort of dried...meat? He had no idea. It didn't look appetizing either way.
The insect seemed bored with the selection soon until the glint of something amongst the scattered items on the tabletop caught his eye. A shiny gold coin emblazoned with a skull.
Bingo. He had to have that.
Pest glanced back at Sebastian, who had returned to smoking his cigarette and thumbing through some files at his desk. He wasn't glancing that way to see if he could steal the fancy coin while the fish wasn't looking. Totally.
Sebastian was distracted with the folders on his desk, occasionally letting out a chuckle at something written within he found humorous. He seemed to be paying no attention to Pest, engrossed in his own thoughts.
The small coin seemed to gleam and wink at the young bug, almost as if it were inviting him to steal it.
Pest was a seasoned thief. He could easily pickpocket anyone, unfasten jewelry in a hug; everything found its way into his possession one way or another. He wasn't afraid of the repercussions because he was never caught. But no one he knew carried a gun either.
He swallowed almost nervously. He loved the thrill that came with doing something he shouldn't. There was absolutely no way he was going to decide this was too dangerous to attempt.
The teen reached out, feigning to check out a flashlight beside his goal, only subtly picking the coin up between his claws and attempting to slip it up his sleeve out of sight.
The object successfully made its way up his sleeve without any suspicious movements- but unfortunately, a pair of blue glowing eyes flickered and shifted in his direction, watching everything intently.
"Ah-ah-ah!" Sebastian said in a high voice, like he was scolding a child. "What do you think you’re doing?" He tutted, narrowing his eyes at Pest, a smirk of amusement playing at the corners of his lips.
"I strongly suggest you put that back before you give me more reason to splatter that head of yours on the wall.”
A shiver ran up Pest's spine, causing the small wings under his jacket to flutter. He...hadn't been caught in a very long time. Oops. How did one deal with this?
The coin was still out of view. Keep it together.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he retorted as if only annoyed by the accusation. "I'm looking at this flashlight. Am I not allowed to pick things up to examine them?”
"Ah, so you want to play that game, do you?"
The fish let out an audible sigh, before moving around the desk with ease. In only a moment, he had procured the three-barrel shotgun from its holster at his side, pulling the hammer back with a clink.
"Then, go ahead. Help yourself to whatever you'd like." Sebastian said with a smirk. "Oh," he added with a tilt of his head. "And the price? One head should suffice.”
If he had been anxious about it before, now his blood ran cold. Pest froze where he stood, his eyes bugged out a little under the shadow of his cap, and he swallowed roughly at the sight of the gun being aimed his way.
"H-Hey, don't aim that at me!" he hissed, staggering back, fearing the sound of it being fired before he could try to talk his way out of it.
Fuck. Goddamn it.
He fumbled the coin out of his sleeve, extending it with an undignified shaking hand.
"Here, take the damn thing," he urged.
The creature looked him over with amusement in his eyes, a soft laugh escaping his throat.
"Heh!" He chuckled, a sinister grin spreading across his face, his eyes glowing brightly, his tail flicking back and forth. He took the coin and tossed it into the air before swiftly catching it.
"Now, what to do with you? Hm, I certainly don't tolerate thieves, you know,” he mused, motioning with the gun.
Okay, he might have seriously fucked up this time. The guy at the convenience store or the clerk in the elevator lobby wouldn't start waving a gun around if they had caught him stealing a soda.
"Look, I gave it back," he scoffed, playing off the fact he did not like the appearance of the gun still held idly in one of Sebastian's hands. "Don't be a dick. I'll leave.”
Sebastian shook his head as if he were disappointed, giving Pest a faux sympathetic look.
"Oh no, I'm afraid that won't do," he mused, "You need to be punished, don't you think?”
Pest could still work his way out. Stay calm. His breathing had picked up subtly, his expression in a disgruntled frown.
"Don't make it sound so weird," he grimaced. "You sound like you're going to make me suck you off.”
Sebastian laughed and lowered the shotgun so that it pointed to the ground. "Not quite what I had in mind, but if you're so insistent about it..."
His tail suddenly wrapped tightly around the boy and drug him over, squeezing him like a snake with its prey, keeping Pest restrained where he was. "Care to try again, bug?”
Pest let out a strangled noise when he was seized by Sebastian's tail, caught off guard by the sheer strength he possessed and how easily it coiled around his smaller body and yanked him close. Face to face with the barrel of the shotgun.
"Are you insane?" he gasped, a low growl underneath his panic. "What the fuck are you–”
"Shh," he shushed, pressing the barrel of the shotgun against Pest's chin, almost to his lips, a sly grin on his face. "No need to be so aggressive, I'm simply trying to teach a lesson. You try to steal from me," he leaned closer, "You get punished, no? So... Show me what you can offer.”
The cold metal of the barrel pressing to Pest's lips made him shiver, knowing how easily a single pull of the trigger would completely obliterate him. Snuff him out like a candle; he wouldn't even feel it.
Why did that…make him feel…
He breathed weakly, mind scrambling for some way out of this situation, before he seemed to get the idea of what Sebastian was hinting at. Goddamn him and his stupid retorts.
Pest hesitantly opened his mouth, allowing the tip of the gun barrel in, his pink tongue slipping out to run over it.
"Atta boy," he mused, watching as Pest willingly surrendered, his tongue exploring the object that was now forced into his mouth. "That's better. You were so eager to offer something like this, I'd think it was your goal in the first place.”
Pest made a small sound, but whatever he was about to say was muffled by an inch of the gun being pushed into his mouth, silencing him immediately.
The metal tasted like oil and gunpowder. Not wholly unpleasant, but definitely strange to sample.
He pressed his tongue flat to the underside of the barrel, unsure of what he was doing and humiliated by Sebastian's comment, awkwardly attempting to fellate the weapon.
"Such a nice look for you," Sebastian sighed, holding the boy still with his tail, watching his every move as if he wasn't making Pest do such a thing.
Pest had...never done anything like this before. Sexuality wasn't a foreign concept, even if he hadn't actually done much of anything, but he had made out with a couple people and he knew how to satisfy himself when the need arose. This was...something different. It was making his face feel warm as he swallowed metal-flavored spit, doing as he was told, taking the gun into his mouth until it sat as far back as it could go before choking him.
"Be careful what you wish for, boy. Someone might just give it to you," Sebastian purred, his tail wrapping tighter around his prey.
He hummed softly, enjoying the show, and then, click-
He pulled the trigger.
When the gun fired, Pest gasped around the barrel, swearing he saw his life flash before his eyes. That was it, it was over. Except-
It wasn't?
Asshole.
He thought he was about to die and this bastard was dry-firing an unloaded shotgun into his mouth. Even worse than that realization was the one that came shortly after, that it had sent a burst of arousal straight below Pest's belt and he was subconsciously squeezing his legs together, surely felt by his captor.
Sebastian watched him squirm, letting out an amused sound, his tail still holding the beetle firmly in place.
"Don't tell me you're enjoying this?" He cooed, giving the gun a small nudge into the roof of Pest's mouth. "You are so easy to tease. Is that why you act out? You're just like a puppy, wanting some attention."
The experiment grinned and ran sharp claws over Pest's cheek, not applying enough pressure to cause any damage. "Come on now; show me that pretty tongue again.”
Pest felt weird and not in the strange way he did when someone flirted with him or called him their friend. This was focused between his legs, in the pit of his belly, like a fire being stoked underneath him.
He felt so warm all over as he obeyed, sliding his head away before returning to the point of the gun touching the back of his throat, his tongue working along the underside.
"Good boy," Sebastian praised. "You know, for someone who doesn't know what to do, you sure are eager to please. Is it your first time? How cute.”
Pest didn't have time to think about what was said to him before the gun was pulled abruptly from his mouth, leaving it open and stringing spit between his lips and the barrel. He quickly shut his mouth, licking his lips that were slightly flushed from the abuse.
"Sh-Shut up, trout," he insulted, but it was hard to have any bite at a time like this. "You're fucking weird."
And so was Pest, with the way he was clenching his thighs together.
"Oh?" Sebastian asked, taking a good look at Pest's flushed face. "I'm not the one getting off to deepthroating a gun," he added playfully, his tail wrapping around his upper torso, squeezing lightly.
"I'm not-!" Pest gasped when the air was forced out of his lungs, affronted, even though it was totally true and he was so hard in his pants that it hurt. He knew with how tightly Sebastian was holding him with his tail that he could feel it too.
"Christ-" he huffed, trying to calm his sex-addled brain. "You're a freak. Can't believe you want to fuck a teenager that bad.”
Sebastian snorted. "Oh, but you seem to like it," he retorted with a wide smirk, his tail sliding up between the beetle's legs.
A shudder ran through Pest like he had been electrocuted, eyes blowing wide in shock as part of Sebastian's tail glided against his most vulnerable place. Oh god, oh god-
"You're-" he started with a gasp, "If you're going to keep being this freaky, then j-just...fuck me."
He definitely should not have said that. He saw what happened last time he made a “suggestion”, but it was too late to take his words back now.
Sebastian seemed a bit surprised, but it quickly faded back into his aloof demeanor, only amused by the bug in his clutches.
"You sure like volunteering for things."
He grinned mischievously as his tail slid back up the teenager’s torso, coiling around his waist before lifting him up onto the desk, laying him on his back. Sebastian leaned forward until his face was directly above the insect's, only a few inches apart.
Pest would probably think about how easily Sebastian could move him around later and have to relieve these urges again in his own time, the experiment's large tail lifting and manipulating his smaller form with ease to lay him out on the desk behind them. But right now, he was a little distracted by the glowing eyes peering into his own from above.
The beetle's breathing kicked up as he realized he was free, simply lying flat on his back with Sebastian looming overhead.
He could...probably stop this if he wanted. Sebastian didn't seem to be about to violently assault him, not in that way. Maybe the guy had some morals.
But Pest didn't like backing down from challenges. After considering his options, he grabbed the sides of Sebastian's coat, bringing their lips crashing together in a messy kiss.
Sebastian returned the kiss, a loud purr escaping him as their tongues intertwined in a messy connection.
He pulled back after a few moments, breathing heavily before reaching into his coat and pulling out a small bottle of a clear liquid to sit aside.
"We should probably get you stretched," he said, looking absolutely evil.
Pest's head swam with some momentary anxiety before settling on the fact he could probably handle whatever Sebastian had planned for him and- Jesus, did he just carry lube on him like that?
The teen grumbled something, but didn't intend to back out this far in. He sat up just a bit to begin undoing his belt, hands trembling with anticipation.
"Tell me again, just how old are you?" Sebastian questioned while Pest began to undress, as if he had ever asked in the first place. What a question to ask someone when you're about to get their pants off.
Pest had half a mind to tell Sebastian he was far younger than he actually was- 13 or something, just to watch the shopkeeper freak a little.
"17." He decided to be truthful, muttered under his breath as he finally unbuckled his belt, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his pants and pushing them down, revealing the black briefs he wore underneath.
Sebastian paused for only a moment, perhaps as if he was questioning his own course of action, but if he had any hesitation about what was transpiring, it didn't last very long.
"Heh." He reached over with a clawed hand, sliding it under Pest's hoodie without a thought and pushing it up to his neck. "You're kind of pretty when you're exposed," he teased.
And, oh, Pest flustered at that, feeling the large scaled hand slide his top up, revealing the pale plane of his stomach. He was fairly fit, no defined muscles to be had, but he wasn't the slightest bit chubby either. He thought he looked pretty decent, but hearing it from someone else in this context made his face burn.
"Shut up," he complained, cursing in Japanese as he took the hint and pulled his hoodie off over his head. When had his cap fallen off? It laid with his pile of clothes strewn about the floor now.
Clad in only his underwear, he chittered in brief annoyance, embarrassment, then hooked his claws into his briefs and slid them down his legs.
"Oh, so much better," Sebastian hummed as he admired his new friend. "You're almost perfect," he continued, his fingers running along the boy's torso with a smirk.
"'Almost'?" Pest scoffed, feeling...self-conscious? He rarely gave a damn what anyone else thought- Seriously, he couldn't even remember the last time he had, but Sebastian seemed to be making him feel all sorts of ways he hadn't before. More irritated with the comment than anything, he rolled his eyes, feeling Sebastian's tail brushing his legs that hung off the desk.
Being so exposed like this, Sebastian could see what he was working with. Stark white skin, no blemishes or markings, and between his legs was a respectable length, hard with excitement.
"Don't worry yourself, I'm sure you will be soon enough. You're still a kid," Sebastian chuckled, "Anyway, we have to get you ready."
He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lubricant, carefully coating his middle and index fingers, before placing the bottle aside.
"Have you ever touched yourself before, by the way?" He questioned, gently spreading his thighs to get a better view of his goal.
Ew. Talking about him being a kid while doing this made Pest feel odd, but he brushed it off, distracted by the large hands parting his legs.
He watched Sebastian's claws press against the skin of his inner thigh, not puncturing it, but creasing the soft flesh like a pillow. Knowing how easily he could rip him apart would keep him in line.
The question caught him off guard though, the redness returning to his face in an instant. "Of course I have!”
"No need to get so defensive- it was a simple question," Sebastian laughed, leaning over him as his hand disappeared between Pest's legs.
"You seem so tense, too, and you can't tell me you know what you're doing. You aren't a good liar.” He traced a cold finger around Pest's entrance, lightly pressing into it as he spoke.
Pest was going to retort, as he always did, but the slicked finger touching him in such a foreign area made a surprised peep escape him before he fell silent, stunned at the new feeling.
"It's--" he hissed out a breath as the digit entered him. There was no pain, just an uncomfortable feeling inside. "Not...Not like this.”
"That's okay," Sebastian reassured with a soft purr. He moved the finger deeper, pressing it more firmly as he watched Pest's hips stutter underneath him.
"Tell me if it hurts, alright?" he cooed, continuing this movement, before adding a second finger perhaps a little too soon.
Pest wasn't a pussy; even if it did hurt, he wouldn't say a word about it, feigning annoyance with Sebastian's coddling even though deep down, he...did appreciate it a little. He inhaled sharply when the second one entered him, providing a little bit of a burn when he was stretched, but nothing he couldn't handle.
Sebastian’s fingers began to search, curling inside of him, until they found what they were looking for.
"Ah-!"
Pleasure exploded all at once behind his eyes and Pest's arms went out from under him, suddenly lying down on his arched back as he tried to come to terms with exactly what he had just felt. Staring up at the ceiling, he panted, almost alarmed.
"Wh-What the fuck was–”
Sebastian's fingers circled around that one particular place, before he pressed against it once more. As he curved them into the sensitive area, Sebastian's grin widened in amusement.
"That," he said, "is your prostate. Your weak spot.”
Pest moaned then, a completely embarrassing, undignified, loud noise that erupted from his throat before he could even think about stopping it.
Oh, yeah. Guys had their sweet spot in their… He didn't want to think about that, not that he could force the thought from his mind considering his was being treated so aggressively. He raised his hips with a pathetic little sound, slapping a hand over his own mouth to silence the involuntary noises he was making.
Sebastian let out a hearty laugh, his tail flicking back and forth behind him. "You're so cute," he mused and dug his fingers in again, causing the teen to spasm.
"Don't hide your voice," he growled, “Let me hear you."
Both hands covered his mouth this time, Pest's head thrown back, whimpers and gasps falling from his lips without much ability to stop them.
"God, stop fucking-" he growled, "-doing that. Fuck!" Despite his words, he arched his hips up off the table, chasing the teasing fingers when they stopped pressing into that one spot.
"Oh, but you don't really want me to stop, do you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side curiously. "Say yes and I will. Or keep making all that noise and I won't.”
Pest whined and moaned as he was played with, feet pressing against the side of the desk to try to angle his hips up further. He saw stars in his vision, his knees were shaking, his back a total arch off the desk- It was so much better than the times he spent rutting into his own hand and they had barely even started.
Sebastian continued his movements, letting out a low purr as he looked him over. He watched the trembling intensely, the shaking, the way the beetle's body tried to shift towards him. He hummed, his own breathing beginning to hitch as he kept rubbing against the bug's prostate.
"Look at you, squirming with just my fingers," he hummed as he leaned in. "So pretty.”
And just like that, the fingers left him, rendering Pest feeling tingly from head to toe as he flopped back on the desk, in awe of feeling such ecstasy only for it to come to an end. He hadn't been close, no, but it had felt better than anything else he had ever experienced.
Panting, his knees bent, lying on his back, he looked across his chest and stomach at Sebastian standing between his legs.
"You're a freak," he breathed, his head tilting back as he reveled in the small break, taking a moment to catch his breath.
The fish took a careful look at the young bug, watching attentively as he lay there, breathing heavily, staring up at him as Sebastian hovered above.
"And you're a little brat," he retorted playfully, watching him closely. "Are you ready for the real thing?"
Pest chittered softly in irritation, but seeing Sebastian standing there when he was so vulnerable made him quieten quickly.
"Just do it, bastard," he snapped, but he still wasn't prepared for the way Sebastian took his ankles- god, his hands were massive compared to Pest's limbs- and raised them up almost above his head.
Pest's eyes widened as he looked down and realized just what Sebastian was packing. Two twin lengths, absolutely huge, a pretty iridescent blue like his eyes and the inside of his mouth. Way too big to fit inside him, he thought.
"Y-You better not try to put both of those in," Pest warned with a growl, even though he knew he would be pretty powerless to stop Sebastian if the merchant desired to do so.
He was just stalling anyway because he was nervous and that was obvious. Jeez, he didn't even want to think about how this was how he was going to lose his virginity.
"I promise I won't," Sebastian replied, pressing his tip against his entrance. "Just relax, I'll take it easy on you.”
Pest released a shaky breath as he felt the warm slicked member press against him, similar to the fingers, but not quite as sharp and abrupt, though it felt wider. His hands turned into fists on the surface of the desk, unsure of what to grab for support even though it didn't hurt yet.
"Gh-" After a few moments, he made an odd sound as he felt the thing invade his insides. The stretch stung a little, but not as bad as he had thought it would thankfully, but the pressure in his gut was what he wasn't expecting. Not to say it was bad. He just felt...full. Flustered and hot, stuck with that idea, he stared blearily up at the ceiling while Sebastian eased himself in.
Sebastian kept an eye on him, watching for any signs of legitimate pain. He was breathing quicker, his hands shaking. It was...nice to be so close to someone again and, well, Pest was pretty cute. He wouldn't admit that in any serious tone aloud.
He gave him a few minutes to adjust before pushing deeper, releasing a shuddery breath.
"Mm-"
Another stilted sound came out of Pest before he could stop it. Sebastian hadn't already been all the way in? He couldn't believe there was still more to go when he already felt so stuffed.
His body protested the intrusion just a bit, fighting between consciously wanting it and also wanting the invader out, but Pest did his best to breathe through it before he caused himself genuine discomfort.
Sebastian could feel Pest resist, so he held still, waiting for him to relax again. He wanted to push in all the way, but he wouldn't, not until he was sure the beetle could take it.
"I won't hurt you, don't worry," he assured. He was gentle, waiting a few more minutes before pushing further in until he was finally fully inside.
Pest glared at Sebastian, not sure how he felt about the kindness being shown to him, he didn't want to be babied, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted when the fish-man continued pushing into him, making his legs tremble.
He was so full, he could barely think. It felt like it was sitting under his stomach. The beetle panted heavily, going back to looking at the ceiling while his body adjusted.
"Ah, there we go," Sebastian sighed. He wanted to move, to thrust, but he couldn't just yet, not while Pest looked so shocked he was at this point already.
"Tell me when you're ready," he encouraged softly and reached over to brush his claws along Pest's cheek.
The hand caressing his face was strange and he leaned away from it, unsure of the intimacy of that despite currently having all of Sebastian's 8 inches situated inside him right then. Pest didn't really know what he was feeling anymore, just knowing he was horny and he wanted relief.
"Just do it," he ordered quickly, shifting his hips just a little to try to get Sebastian to move faster.
"Alright, calm down.”
The angler began to gently thrust into him, slowly, keeping his eyes trained on his smaller partner. It was hard to concentrate, to hold back, but he would never dream of hurting someone in this way.
His scaled hand came to rest on top of one of Pest's that was rapidly clenching and opening, desperate for something to hold onto.
"Ah," Pest gasped lightly as the first thrusts began, his body writhing like it didn't know where to go or how to deal with what he felt.
The hand on top of his was...appreciated. They weren't holding hands, per say, but it was nice to have something to grab, to squeeze to cope with the overwhelming feelings.
Sebastian let out a low rumbling groan as he shifted forwards, pressing his body closer against Pest's, his motions faster and more firm. His skin tingled with a pleasure he had been without for so long.
"You feel amazing," he purred, a deep sound that was nearly a growl.
Pest's eyes finally fell shut, his head thrown back, noticing how his body was now rocking against the desk with the force of Sebastian's hips, causing it to creak on its feet.
Pleasure bloomed in his middle, making him shudder and twitch and writhe, thankful for the hands holding his ankles up or he was sure he would be kicking and squirming.
Distantly behind Sebastian was the elevator doors Pest had entered through. He prayed to whatever god might be listening that no one would come in, lest they find the two tangled up together in this way.
Helpless sounds escaped Pest, knowing damn well he was going to be extra humiliated later when he remembered the noises he had made, but he couldn't help it, couldn't keep from gasping and crying out as Sebastian thrust into him, brushing over that one spot that made him shake.
"Gh- F-Faster," he demanded, "Harder. Do it.”
His request was quickly followed, the movements becoming more hurried, more forceful. It didn't take much encouragement to comply.
Sebastian leaned forward and began to nip at his neck, leaving little marks all over his shoulder blades, resisting the urge to simply sink his teeth into the pale skin below him.
Sharp fangs grazing his neck lent a whole new sort of pleasure to the already building ecstasy in his stomach. He knew he was going to be absolutely covered in love bites by the end of this, thankful he tended to wear long sleeves anyway lest someone get too curious.
Pest couldn't keep his eyes open or his mouth shut, moaning and gasping wildly as he was rammed into, the desk under them threatening to give out from the abuse, but he didn't care. All he could think about was chasing that high he could feel begin to reach its peak inside.
Sebastian began breathing heavily as his thrusts got faster, more frantic. He was close; he couldn't hold back for much longer, the sounds, the feeling of being surrounded like this was too good.
"Ah -" he exclaimed quietly, his breathing hitching, "I'm- I'm..."
But the words never came, all he could do was let out a groan of pleasure, his climax coming fast, his whole body shaking as he released inside his partner.
"Hh-!" Pest yelped as he met his own, shuddering on the desk like he was having a seizure, writhing against Sebastian's hands holding him down. Wave after wave hit him like a truck and he was distinctly aware of something hot flooding his insides while his own fluid spurted across his belly.
A few strong bands were what he managed to produce, the last few excited droplets dribbling out as his orgasm abated, leaving the beetle limp and panting on the desk.
Sebastian laid on top of his prey, panting heavily, catching his breath. He was sweating, his entire body was shaking from both the rush and a feeling of intimacy he had long forgotten.
As he slowly calmed down, he let out a soft chuckle, leaning down and nuzzling the other's face. "You did so good.”
"Ugh," Pest groaned as Sebastian affectionately leaned into his face, disliking the closeness and how sticky and hot his skin felt against the merchant's scales, but he didn't seem as upset as he could be, definitely too fucked out to protest too much.
His legs hung limply off the desk, straddling either side of Sebastian's wide hips, completely exhausted and weak.
"What a mess we've made," Sebastian hummed, looking down at the result of the activities. Unceremoniously, with that, he eased out, satisfied as he took in the sight of his own spend leaking out of Pest's abused entrance.
Pest wasn't prepared for the sudden emptiness nor the way it felt to have liquid dripping out of him, gasping loudly when Sebastian removed himself only to tiredly relax on the desk again.
"Bastard," he swore, irritated with the mess, "Y-You could've pulled out.”
"I didn't want to," Sebastian replied confidently, "and you didn't say anything about that. Better luck next time.”
Despite his statement, he cleaned the beetle up with some tissues from the desk, wiping his stomach and thighs.
It was...sort of nice to have someone else tend to him. Pest certainly didn't have the energy to move at the moment and he was a bit thankful that Sebastian wasn't rushing him, taking his time to clean up as much of the mess as he could.
He felt disgusting though. He would need to shower, badly, and he didn't even want to think about the process it would take to get the fluids out of him. He might have to get well acquainted with himself back there very quickly.
As some of his strength returned, he pushed himself up on his elbows, staring awkwardly across at Sebastian. How were two strangers supposed to converse after having mind-blowing sex?
"Oh, I must ask," Sebastian continued as if this was business as usual, reaching across the desk for his pack of cigarettes. "You're going to have to clean up before you go, but," He paused to grab his lighter, and lit the cigarette, taking a drag from it. "...Do you want to do this again at some point?”
"I'm going to--"
The audacity to tell Pest after all that that he was going to have to clean the desk up from the sweat and papers they had scattered about. The beetle could only sputter for a second, then boldly reached up and plucked the cigarette from Sebastian's hand.
"I am not cleaning up your desk when you're the one that threw me over it like a feral animal," he sneered and defiantly put the cigarette to his lips.
He had only smoked a couple times, took a hit off some joints at Poob's parties, but he didn't expect tobacco to taste so different and kind of gross.
He inhaled, then devolved into a coughing fit, hacking smoke out of his lungs. Yeah, real smooth, Pest.
The creature chuckled at his little retort and then, when he took the smoke and proceeded to make a fool out of himself, Sebastian laughed; a rare hard, genuine laugh.
"God, you've never smoked before, have you?”
"Quiet!"
Pest pushed Sebastian away, hating how flustered he was and that he was still sitting on the desk, but he refused to give up the cigarette.
When his feet hit the floor though, he nearly fell to his knees, shocked by the pain that shot up his spine from his backside, like he hadn't just been speared open for a good hour.
Stunned, he pushed himself back up with forced grace, refusing to look any more pathetic, and glared at Sebastian while he took another puff off the cigarette. It burned his lungs, but he held in the urge to cough his time.
"You're so cute when you act tough," Sebastian snickered. "You really do need to loosen up, though. This is hilarious." He took the cigarette back finally, inhaling and exhaling the smoke.
"So," he continued with a raised brow. "Are you going to answer the question or not?"
Pest huffed as the smoke was stolen back from him, kind of beginning to enjoy the scent of tobacco in the air. He hadn't noticed how much of that smell clung to Sebastian, lost in the musty environment he had made his shop in.
"Fine, whatever," he replied like he didn't care that much, even though internally he thought he was ruined now and if he never felt anything like that again, he might just die on the spot. "I guess you aren't a bad lay.”
“You're lucky I'm too tired to throw you out right now,” Sebastian clicked his tongue.
Pest rolled his eyes at the empty threat and began the painful process of having to put his clothing back on when he felt so filthy. Ugh. He was going straight to the shower when he got home.
There was little talk after that; an air of awkwardness that came with the fact they barely knew each other, but had done something so intimate. But when Pest departed the blacksite, he knew all too well how he would be welcomed back the next time he stopped by.
He still wanted that coin anyway.