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When they got out of Galar Mine, Amethio spun to face Friede, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Return your Charizard to its ball." He hissed.
"What-"
"Now."
"Uh... Ch-Charizard, return."
The moment the pokemon has returned to its ball, Amethio pulls Friede down so they're face-to-face.
"You brought the children here?! They could have gotten hurt or worse!" The shorter man snapped.
"Hey, you're pretty hot when you're mad." Friede chuckled.
"I fucking hate you."
However, hatred doesn't stop Amethio from crashing their lips together and backing Friede against a tree, pinning his hips against the trunk with a surprising strength. Friede lets out a surprised groan, his hips pathetically trying to buck against Amethio.
"Damn, I'd hate to see what you do to someone you care about-"
"Shut up." He hisses, his fingers just barely slipping up under his shirt to touch Friede's stomach, effectively silencing the man.
Kind of. He lets out a choked gasp and stops talking, at least. For all of two damn seconds.
"Are we really gonna do this in the middle of the woods?" The white haired man asks, his eyes quickly shooting around to make sure no one is nearby.
"Are you opposed?"
"No! Nope. Ah,no. You're... this is fine."
"Oh? So you wanted this? You wanted to be pinned against a tree and at the mercy of your enemy?" Amethio teases. Tries to tease.
"Only if the enemy is as pretty as you."
This makes Amethio stutter over his words for a moment before he scowls and drops to his knees in front of Friede. The knee pain is worth it when he hears the choked sound the professor lets out, and when he looks up and sees those amber eyes gone slightly hazy just at the sight of Amethio on his knees? Definitely worth it.
"Shit... Not fair... You're so pretty no matter what the hell you do." The man mutters.
"At least that makes one of us." Amethio says, turning his attention to Friede's belt, his expression going flat when he sees the F belt buckle. "Seriously?"
"If the belt buckle is what turns you off in this situation, I'm not sure what to-"
"I didn't say that."
And suddenly, the belt buckle is forgotten by both when Amethio's slender fingers get Friede's pants undone and he's pushing them down just enough to press kisses against the professor's hardening dick. Actually, Amethio will be keeping that belt buckle in mind, he might tease him about that at a later time. One of Friede's hands shoot up to hover over his head, unsure if he can touch, and Amethio is thankful that he didn't just dig his fingers into his hair and pull.
"Do you want to touch me, professor?" He asks, his voice dripping with... desire? Shit, he has to work on his control.
Friede, fortunately, seems a little far gone to register whatever tones or such that could be in Amethio's voice or words and he just nods, his teeth worrying his bottom lip in a way that makes Amethio just want to ruin him. No time for that this go around. Maybe if they get another chance?
Wait, what? Amethio blinks, reviewing that train of thought. Another chance? He doubts he'll have another chance like this with Friede. Why is he thiking about doing this another time when this time isn't even complete, hardly started? He considers getting up immediately and leaving Friede to tend to himself, all so he can sit with his thoughts and think about why he would possibly want another chance to have this annoyingly gorgeous man for anything more than a way to get some quick stress relief. Is stress relief being on his knees in front of him pulling his cock out and running his tongue from the base to the tip and- When did he even do that?
He freezes at the sound Friede makes. That desperate half whine, half moan that he lets out as his head slams back against the tree and his hips buck against Amethio's hold, even as he pulls his head back from the tree and winces in pain.
"There's a tree behind you." Amethio says helpfully.
"Thanks, I hadn't noticed." Friede hisses, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his head. "Fuck... that hurt..."
"Do you want me to sto-"
"Don't you fucking dare."
"Pathetic."
"You seem to like it."
"Hm." Is the only response Amethio gives as he takes the head of Freide's cock into his mouth and sucks.
Friede lets out a delicious sound. A desperate little moan as Amethio brings his hands up to hold his hips in place. A long whine as he realizes he can't move his hips.
"Thio..." He gasps, one of his hands moving to grasp the shorter man's hair.
A nickname? Seriously, this guy is just the worst. So needy. Too... affectionate? Whatever. The Explorer hums and takes Friede's cock just a little further into his mouth, and well, apparently that's all it actually took for Friede.
He moans loudly, his fingers tightening in Amethio's hair as he comes.
Amethio, trooper that he is, stops himself from pulling back, but he still gives Freide a glare that would make him drop on the spot if looks could kill. When he's sure that Friede is spent, he pulls back and goes to spit it out, before realizing that this is a good way to tease Friede, and actually, it doesn't taste so bad that swallowing it would make him feel sick. As Friede's legs turn to jelly and he slides down the tree and to the ground, he looks at Friede, who is watching him with still hazy, slightly teary eyes, and he swallows.
"Holy shit."
"You're lucky I didn't bite your dick off, doing that with absolutely no warning. Disgusting."
"Shit, sorry. Why did you swallow it then? You could have just- Unless you wanted..."
"Shut up. You talk too much."
"I have a feeling you don't really mind. Do you, uh, want me to..." he trails off, one of his hands moving forward to loop a finger through one of his belt loops and tug. "Return the favor?"
"I should hope you would, after I went out of my way and at least tried to give you a blowjob."
"In my defense, your mouth feels really good." Friede chuckles as he tugs Amethio's shirt free from his pants with one hand as the other starts to work on unbuttoning and unzipping. "And you're really pretty, so that helped a lot."
"Just shut up and get on with it."
The professor laughs and gets his hand down Amethio's pants, pulling his cock out and wrapping his fingers around the shaft, and causing the Explorer to softly moan and drop his head forward against Friede's shoulder.
"Ah..."
"Damn, you even sound pretty... I wish I could get used to this."
"What the hell do you mean?" He asks, pulling back to glare at him.
"Just that this is a one time thing, right? So this definitely isn't gonna happen again. But damn, I wish it could. I mean, I could get used to having a pretty thing like you-"
"Stop daydreaming, idiot. You're going to ruin the mood."
"Actually, you got harder, so I know you're as into that train of thought as I am."
Well... he certainly had him there. Not that Amethio would agree out loud. He scowled and reached behind Friede's head to snap the elastic of his goggles, making the man hiss and accidentally tighten his grip on Amethio's cock. So this totally backfired on Amethio, actually, because that felt really good, and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into Friede's disgustingly sweaty hand and dropping his head against his shoulder again as he moaned into his shirt.
"You are the worst... Worse than Spinel, worse than any other annoying member of your crew." He mutters, no real bite to his words.
"Being so mean to me when I have your cock in my hand-"
"You are annoyingly attractive." Amethio hisses as he pulls back and smashes his lips against Friede's again
Friede suddenly pulls back and spins him so he's sitting on the ground with his back against the professor's chest. It happened so fast he got a little dizzy and had to rest his head back against whatever part of the man he could.
"What-"
"If you came on my clothes, I'd have a hard time explaining that. Besides, this way I get to hold you-"
"Annoying."
"Annoyingly attractive, apparently."
"Me and my big mouth."
"It's not that big, actually-"
"Thorn in my damn side."
Friede laughed softly and wrapped his hand around Amethio again, leaning his head down to press kisses to his neck. Amethio, much to his own horror, whines and thrusts up into his hand again. Friede will hold that against him later, he knows. The belt buckle is now a useless piece of information when compared to that. He can't actually be bothered to care too much at the moment, not when he's feeling this good. Friede's hand is bigger than his own, of course, and his brain wonders how good those fingers would feel inside him before he catches himself thinking this and shakes his head to clear the thought.
He's already close, and he would be embarassed about that if it didn't feel so damn good. His hands grip Friede's pants and his eyes can't even stay open. He's basically fucking Friede's hand at this point, and he knows Friede is enjoying the show.
"Shit, you're gorgeous." Friede groans, pressing a series of kisses against his neck. "The Explorers can't possibly be appreciating your beauty properly."
"All you do is yap!" Amethio groans, his head slightly rolling to one side as he thrusts his hips up against Friede's hand. "Don't bring up my co-workers-"
"My guess is that you like my yapping." The man chuckles, slightly tightening his fingers around Amethio's cock again.
Amethio would never admit that he did like his annoying chatter. Couldn't be bothered to remember that he does like it, not when Friede swipes his thumb over the tip of his cock and he shouts and sees stars as he comes all over Friede's hand. He slumps back against his chest, panting softly as Friede wipes his hand on the grass.
"There's... in my back pocket... a pack of tissues..."
The professor hums and manages to free the pack of tissues, using a couple of them to clean Amethio up. He carefully tucks him back into his pants then presses a kiss to his temple.
"Disgusting." Amethio scowls, pulling away and standing. "Clean yourself up. You should go make sure you didn't get those children seriously injured or killed."
"Shit, yeah." Friede grunts as he stands, fixing his clothes and dusting dirt off of his ass. "Dust off your knees."
Amethio does so quickly, making sure his clothes look decent before pulling out his Corviknight's pokéball.
"Corviknight." He says, calling the pokémon out.
"Uh. Be... safe...?" Friede says as he calls out his Charizard.
"Shut up. We finish our fight next time we meet. This was a one time thing."
With that, Corviknight takes off, leaving Friede below to scramble onto his Charizard and fly in the other direction. Much to Amethio's horror, he finds himself hoping their next meeting could end in a similar way.