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That blond guy has been standing out there for a whole hour now.
Sunny knows. He’s been stalling in this store for a whole hour.
Sunny has a stalker. Though he wouldn’t say the guy was good at being one. He has the watching and following part down (to a T, Sunny might add if he was generous), but the staying hidden part? God, the guy sticks out like a sore thumb. He doesn’t even bother to hide his blindly bright blond hair, which was the main aspect that helped Sunny identify who his stalker is.
He doesn’t actually need anything from the store. Sunny was just going on a walk when he noticed a suspicious gray car following him on the road. So he stopped by the store and waited for the car to pull up into the parking lot. And it did. Of course it did. And for some inexplicable reason, the driver (his stalker) decided to step out of the car as well and just… stand there. Was he waiting for Sunny to come out of the store? Probably. Did this also give Sunny the perfect opportunity to properly inspect the face of the person following him through the windows of the store? Absolutely.
So that’s where he is now. Sunny certainly didn’t need to take a whole hour in here, but he mainly just wanted to see how long the stalker was willing to wait outside in the cold for him. Even from here, he could tell he was shivering.
The stalker has blond hair, as he mentioned previously, which neatly frames his small face. Blue eyes (if he isn’t mistaken, it’s hard to tell from a distance) and pale skin. He’s quite scrawny too, practically drowning in the hoodie and sweatpants he’s wearing.
Maybe Sunny should’ve called the police by now, but to be fair, this has never happened to him before. He would hardly call himself a celebrity. He’s a video game streamer, and though he’s garnered a lot of money from viewers’ donations, he would never claim to be famous by any means. The worst fan experiences he would get would be from creepy fan mail. But stalking… Now that’s a new one…
And unlucky for him, he just had to get the worst one out there.
It’s exhausting. Everyday, knowing you’re being watched because your damn stalker never learned how to properly fucking conceal himself. Sunny is sick of seeing blond hair in his peripherals every waking moment. Like a little fucking parasite with no other purpose than to mildly annoy him.
So he decides to do something about it.
Leaving the store, Sunny heads straight in the stalker’s direction. The sound of his shoes crunching on melting snow only brings more attention to his approach. The guy notices him in an instant and rushes to retrieve his car keys to open his door.
Cool, so he’s a stalker and a coward. Those things must go hand-in-hand. Nothing says ‘guilty’ more than trying to run away from the exact person you’ve been watching for the past three months. (Yes, it’s been three months, Sunny has kept track.)
“Hey.” Sunny’s voice echoes in the empty parking lot. The stalker visibly flinches, accidentally dropping his keys and panicking to pick them up. Man, watching this guy struggle is just sad, really.
Just as the stalker picks up his keys, Sunny has already closed the distance between them. He grabs the wrist holding the keys and pins it above the stalker’s head. He shrieks as Sunny cages him in with his body, pressing his own front against the blond’s back to sandwich him between Sunny and the car. The blond stalker whimpers, trying to wriggle his hand out of Sunny’s grip. In hindsight, this position is pretty compromising, but Sunny’s exasperation for this guy blinds any forethought he might’ve had.
“You’re stalking me,” Sunny hisses into his ear. There isn’t a big difference in height between them, but he still has to bend his neck over to reach the stranger’s ear.
The stalker’s voice warbles as he pleads, “L-let me go!! Pl-please…”
Sunny scoffs and tightens his grip. He can’t seriously be stupid enough to believe Sunny would let him go now. “I could just call the police on you, but this is the first time this has ever happened to me so I’m kinda curious.” The stalker keeps struggling but to no avail. “Why are you stalking me?”
“I-I’m sorry!! Just please, please let me go! Let me g-go…!” The desperation in his words is starting to make Sunny seem like a creep. What’s with this guy? He’s not even trying to deny the fact that he is a stalker.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I, uh—” He tries peering back at Sunny, but immediately turns away with a yelp. So only now of all times is he too scared to look at Sunny. He rolls his eyes. The stalker continues in a whisper, “I-I don’t wanna say…”
“Why?”
He whines, “I-it’s embarrassing…”
Sunny squeezes his wrist harder. “So watching a guy sleep through his window is completely fine then?”
The stalker squeals and squirms, but Sunny refuses to move. To think he was considering calling the cops on this guy. He’s already so scared, he looks like he could shit his pants at any moment. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He gasps out. “B-but please don’t make me say it…”
“If anything, I’m even more curious now,” Sunny admits. “I’m not leaving without an explanation. And you won’t be either if you don’t start talking.”
The blond stranger whimpers, but gives up struggling, his hand going slack in Sunny’s hold. He sighs. “Let me go, please,” he begs again, sounding more resigned about it.
Sunny honestly can’t start feeling bad for this guy, not when it’s his own privacy being invaded for three straight months. He tries nudging him in the right direction, ‘cause he’s sure neither of them want to stand out in this cold for much longer. Or risk anyone seeing them in this awkward position. “You watch my stuff, don’t you?”
“Mm— Mhm…” He nods meekly.
“So, what is it? You’re like a big, creepy fan? And you just decided to stalk me?”
“Um… p-partly, I guess,” the guy says, sheepish. Noncommittal. It’s more than that, Sunny can tell. He just needs to wring it out of him.
“‘Partly’ is not enough. Are you trying to break into my house? Steal my underwear and clothes? Kill me in my sleep? Kidnap me?”
“Wh-what?!” The stalker shouts, incredulous. As if Sunny is the unhinged one for even suggesting such things. “No!! I—! Ugh, I-I—!”
“What.”
He groans and yells it all out in a single breath, “I-I fantasize about you!!”
…What?
Sunny leans away. “What?”
He audibly gulps and lets his head fall forward, his forehead smacking against the car with a light thud. “I… I have fa— fantasies about y-you…”
Sunny feels his mouth go dry. Suddenly, he has this urge to see the expression on this guy’s face. He switches to gripping the wrist with his other hand and spins him around so that they're face to face. His stalker’s face has turned a deep red, his jaw clenched and his eyes (a soft blue, as Sunny had correctly assumed) refusing to look up.
This position feels more ‘up close and personal.’ He can take in the details of this stalker’s face better, like the heavy eyebags on his milky skin and the cracked state of his lips. From this angle, he looks weak. Disheveled. Powerless. In different circumstances, it could even make Sunny feel bad for him.
“What kind of fantasies?” His voice is plain. Sunny isn’t stupid. He has a pretty good hunch. A part of him just wants to watch the embarrassment on his stalker’s face as he confesses it.
He squirms, predictably. Something Sunny doesn’t expect is the shininess in his blue eyes. He’s on the brink of sobbing, the tears just threatening to pool over. Maybe Sunny is the unhinged one, because the sight probably shouldn’t make him feel as satisfied as he does.
“Like… s-se— sexual f-fantasies.”
It takes everything within him to refrain from asking what happens in these sexual fantasies, because he knows if he would, this guy would most definitely implode. And maybe that would be immensely gratifying to witness, but Sunny’s not done with this guy yet.
Sunny’s own imagination is bad enough, he doesn’t need this guy’s thoughts invading with what may be the most grotesque and kinkiest fantasies the mind can conjure up.
“So that’s why you stalk me?” He prods. “You wanna fuck me?”
“Th-the other way around, b-but yeah.” Right. That’s an important distinction to make. “B-but I’m n-not actively seeking it!! I-I just— Um, I-I just like imagining it…” He makes a garbled sound of displeasure and tries hiding his face in the bend of his elbow. “I-I told you it’s embarrassing!! G-god, I can’t believe I said that…”
Sunny can’t believe it either, if he had to be honest. He shoots him a quizzical look, asking, “If you’re not ‘actively seeking it’ then why are you stalking me?”
“I’m just— I’m kinda, really obsessed with you…” His stalker says slowly, his voice unnaturally steady. He manages to look back up at Sunny, his eyes seemingly glazed over, like he’s in a trance. “The streams don’t do you justice. But when I can see you with my own two eyes, in person, I can see all of you. Every detail of your face and body that your webcam fails to capture. It kinda drives me crazy, like I’m a junkie going too long without his drugs. It feels more real then. It feels like you are fucking me than a person on a screen. And seeing you, stalking you, it satiates any and all cravings I get.”
Sunny doesn’t realize how heavy he was breathing until after the stalker finishes speaking. It’s like he was possessed the moment he began talking about Sunny. An undying obsession, plaguing every part of his brain. Sunny feels he’s only seen a sliver of this person’s true colors, because right after, he flinches and shrinks away from Sunny’s gaze, timid once more.
He swallows thickly, eyes raking over the blond’s slouched posture. “So… so this ‘craving’ of yours can only be satisfied if you stalk me?”
The blue-eyed stalker nods.
Sunny finds himself hesitating on his words, inexplicably. “Then… if your fantasies, hypothetically, came true… that craving would be gone, and you would no longer stalk me.”
This time, the stalker’s eyes widen. He stares back up at Sunny, understandably bewildered by the implication. “I… I guess…?”
That’s a good enough answer for him.
“Good.”
With his wrist still in his hand, Sunny spins the blond around again and jams his car key into his car’s lock and twists. At the click, he pops the door open and ungracefully pushes the stalker into the driver’s side. Slamming the door shut, he walks around the vehicle and sits down at the passenger’s seat.
The stalker shrieks when the car door closes behind Sunny, staring at him like he’s going to be murdered. Sunny ignores him and observes the interior of his car. It’s actually quite nice here, for a stalker. At least he’s smart enough to hang an air freshener.
“What’s your name?” He calmly turns towards his shell shocked stalker.
“B-buh— Uhuh…?” He replies dumbly.
“Name. Give me your name.”
“Um!” He flinches again. He’s so skittish. “I-it’s Basil— I-I.. I’m B-Basil…”
Basil, huh. Weird. No way he would have guessed that. He can’t say that the name matches that sleep-deprived, skittery look of his.
“Okay, Basil.” Sunny nods toward the road outside. “Drive.”
Basil stares at him like a headlight-stricken deer. He must have the intelligence of one too.
Sunny slams his hand on the dashboard. “Drive,” he repeats louder.
Basil springs into action with a yelp, clumsily starting up the car. Sunny leans back and buckles in his seatbelt as Basil steers out of the parking lot, just now acutely aware of how he’s currently in the car of his stalker with said stalker, which is basically just asking for trouble. But even though he’s not the one behind the wheel, he feels he’s certainly the one in control of the situation. Basil looks too terrified to even try anything.
“Um…” Basil begins, his eyes darting between Sunny and the road, “I-I’m sorry, but wh-where am I going…?”
“I’ll tell you where to go,” Sunny says. “Turn right here.”
He does just that immediately, quick and sharp. The car makes a wide turn through the intersection, creating an ugly screech that rings through the air. Sunny clutches onto the handle above the door as the car swerves, and he has no doubt that the other cars’ angry honks are directed at them.
Sunny glares at Basil once the car continues straight, his heart beating so fast it’s like it had just been ripped out of his chest. “What the fuck was that?”
Basil jolts, hunched over the wheel and nearly knocks his head against the rim. “I-I’m sorry! I’m nervous—!”
“Just don’t drive like a maniac.”
“I’m n-not— I-I don’t even know where I’m going!!”
“I said I’ll tell you where to go,” Sunny commands. He faces forward again. “Keep going straight. Surely you can’t fuck that up.”
Basil makes a weird grumble, but otherwise keeps his mouth shut. The rest of the car ride remains silent, only broken with the occasional instruction from Sunny. The drive isn’t very long, giving Basil less opportunities to crash the car, thank God. It would’ve been a terrible way to go: killed in a car accident with his stalker because he didn’t know how to fucking drive.
The drive is uneventful until Basil seemingly pieces the puzzle together, his vice-like grip on the wheel relaxing as his icy blue eyes widen. He turns to Sunny, and Sunny wishes he could look away if it weren’t for those piercing eyes.
“This is the way to your house,” Basil states (not ‘asks,’ because he already knows it to be true).
Sunny stiffens. “Keep your eyes on the road,” he says instead.
Basil obeys immediately, and Sunny can finally breathe without the weight of that stare on him.
“I-I don’t understand…” Basil trails into the house behind Sunny. He can’t see him as he walks ahead, but Sunny can only assume that Basil’s slow pace must mean he’s trying to commit every detail of the interior to memory. “Um… why did we drive here? Wh-why are you letting me inside?”
To solve Sunny’s stalker situation, obviously. Although letting Basil inside his home is indeed less than ideal, he wouldn’t dare consider doing it in the car. He has standards.
Sunny doesn’t answer him. He marches up the stairs by the entrance, uttering out a single “Follow.” He doesn’t have to check behind him to know Basil is following.
He leads him to his bedroom where he then shuts the door and stands in front of it with his arms crossed, like a bouncer denying entry to a club. His bedroom was large, but desolate, only containing the bare necessities of a double bed, dresser, bedside tables, and a bookcase of whatever miscellaneous items he could put there. Plus that sofa sat in front of his double pane windows, which was only there because he had nowhere else to put it.
Judging by the way Basil’s eyes don't wander around the room, he must already be familiarized with his surroundings.
“Looks familiar?” Sunny jeers. Basil pales at the comment, the shame clear on his face. Sunny has trouble holding back his eye roll.
“C-can— can you just tell me what we’re d-doing? I—” He laughs self-deprecatingly, “I’m sure you’re not planning a room tour o-or… or something…”
Of course not. Basil already has the room memorized anyways.
Sunny moves closer, using his slightly taller height and Basil’s cowered stance to look down at him. “Your sex dream fantasies are the reason why you stalk me, right?”
Basil recoils at his bluntness, but nods.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He holds one finger up. “I fuck you, I don’t call the police, you get your fantasies achieved, and you quit stalking me.” He ignores the stalker’s stupefied face and raises a second finger. “Or you leave right now, I call the police, I tell them you’ve been stalking me the past three months, I file a restraining order on you and you’re out of my life forever.”
“WHAT?!”
“The second option should be the only option,” he goes on. “You’re lucky you get to choose even though I’m pissed at you.”
“Wa— w-wait, you’re not j-joking, are you…?” Basil fidgets with his hoodie strings, twirling them around his fingers.
Sunny shakes his head.
“S-so you mean it?! You’d actually have— uh, have se… U-um…”
Sunny cocks an eyebrow at him. “Sex with you? Yeah.”
Sunny has no qualms about either offer. He’s pent up and frustrated from his stalker situation, and who better to take it out on than the stalker himself? But if it’s a no, he earns the relief of filing a restraining order. Basil is out of his life either way. It’s a win-win for Sunny. It’s up to Basil to decide, but Sunny already has a nagging feeling of which choice he’ll pick.
“Y-you really, really mean it? L-like you’re not trying to mess with me, right?” A smile of disbelief creeps onto his face. Sunny can’t tell if it’s because he’s eager or anxious. (Maybe even both.)
“If it’ll cure your ‘cravings,’ then yeah.” Sunny quickly adds, “You can say no—“
“No!” Basil shouts. “I-I mean— Y-yes! I want to… s-so, um, yes.”
“Okay,” Sunny says slowly. He’s trying not to second guess what he’s just gotten himself into. Instead, he nods up and down at Basil. “Strip.”
“…H-huh?” Basil squeaks.
“Strip.”
“Just right h-here?!” He looks around the room as if searching for an exit. “R-right in front of you…?”
“How else are we going to fuck?”
“B-but—! Um… uh, okay, I-I guess…” Basil eventually grabs his hoodie by the hem and pulls it over his head. He isn’t wearing a shirt underneath, so his bare torso is immediately revealed. The rest of his body is quite pale as well, and Sunny was correct about his scrawny figure. His dainty pink nipples are already perked up from the cold air conditioning. Sunny wonders how it’d feel to roll those buds between his fingers, twisting and prodding, and the look on Basil’s face in response. Suddenly, Basil asks, “D-do you have to watch me…?”
Sunny’s eyes flick back up to his face, only now noticing Basil’s red cheeks. He’s been staring at him this whole time.
“I’m sure you’ve watched me change clothes through my window thousands of times before,” Sunny points out, making Basil wince. “Keep going.”
Basil, despite his grimace, obeys. He drops his hoodie down on the floor by his feet and moves on to his sweatpants. Undoing the knot with one tug, he hooks his thumbs beneath the waistband and slowly, shyly, pulls it down. He can’t bear to look at Sunny at this point, but Sunny can’t keep his eyes off of him.
Basil almost trips over his own shoes while trying to get his pants off, but manages to keep his balance. His clothes and shoes now lie in a pile on the floor next to him while Basil himself stands there in the middle of Sunny’s room in nothing but his boxers.
Speaking of boxers, his has a cute, green, gingham pattern on them. His hands hover over his crotch, poorly concealing his hard-on straining through the thin fabric.
Basil can act shy all he wants. Sunny knows how turned on he is from this.
“All of it,” he clarifies. It’s too bad, though. That underwear suits him.
He pulls off his boxers too, without much of a complaint. His dick is released from its confines, already red and erect. God, and Sunny hasn’t even touched him yet. Basil is just so blatantly desperate for it. He’s probably getting off on this right now, just Sunny eyeing his nude body up and down. Sunny wonders if this was a part of his fantasies. If Basil has fantasized being scrutinized like art on a wall.
“Um, a-are you not going to un-undress too?” Basil asks.
Sunny doesn’t answer. “Turn around for me.”
“O-oh… okay…” Though unsure, Basil turns around, giving Sunny an unobstructed view of his ass.
It’s nothing to ogle at. Just an average amount of plumpness and as bleach white as the rest of him. Sunny stares anyways, for longer than necessary (if even necessary in the first place). Basil sends him a curious glance over his shoulder. Like he’s expecting something.
…Would Basil be into that? Would he be into having his ass treated like a canvas, colored red and blue from welts and bruises?
…That’s gross, Sunny. Don’t do more than you need to.
He goes over to the bedside table, opening the drawer to retrieve lube and a condom. He can feel Basil’s confused eyes on him as he holds both objects in one hand.
“Get on the sofa.” He closes the drawer with a nudge of his hip and walks back.
Basil’s eyes widen. “S-sof—? Not the b-bed?”
“No.” Sunny pushes him down onto the sofa with his free hand. “I just cleaned the sheets.”
“Oh. Okay— Th-that’s okay with me.” Basil sits politely with his hands on his lap despite being ass-naked. Sunny moves to remove his belt, but his hand stills when Basil suddenly pipes up. “U-um, actually… C-can I request something?”
Sunny stares down at him.
He holds his wrists out. “Uh, i-in my fantasies, you would, ah, t-tie my wrists together so I couldn’t t-touch myself, s-so…”
Oh. So he is into that.
Sunny continues unbuckling his belt singlehandedly and pulls it out of the loops. He tosses the bottle of lube and condom onto the cushion next to Basil before taking his belt and wrapping it around the blond’s wrists. He pulls it tight until Basil winces.
When he finishes, he picks the bottle of lube back up and sits next to Basil on the couch. As he pops open the bottle, he notices Basil’s stare on him, sitting still like he’s waiting for his next order. The subtle curiosity, and wariness, in his eyes as he watches Sunny lather his fingers with the substance. Is that anticipation or hesitation on his face?
“On your knees,” Sunny says, like it’s obvious.
“A-ah, right.” Awkwardly, Basil maneuvers himself onto his knees. Pressing his restrained hands against the couch for support, he scooches around until his back faces Sunny and leans down, holding up his weight on his knees and elbows.
Sunny tries not to let the sight of Basil’s ass in his face faze him. He’s had one night stands before, and this would just be another. The fact of him being his stalker is hardly in Sunny’s mind now.
With his clean hand, he pushes down on his back, making Basil yelp in surprise and arch his back. Sunny trails his finger around Basil’s rim, listening to him whimper, before slipping his digit in halfway.
“Oh sh-shit…” Basil mutters, already shaking.
“Breathe,” Sunny tells him, pushing his finger in down to the knuckle. The pressure around his finger is immense. God, Sunny didn’t expect him to be so damn tight. It’s like Basil’s trying to push him out, but it seems like he’s not even aware of it. “Fuck… have you ever taken it before?”
“N-no? I… I’ve never, ah, done this before…”
Sunny’s head snaps up just as his finger curls into Basil’s sweet spot. “What?”
Basil gasps beneath him, hips involuntarily pushing back into his hand. He’s trembling, panting desperately, and Sunny’s question seems to go right over his head.
“Hey.” He meanly presses down right on Basil’s prostate, trying to force a response out of him. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Basil practically shrieks, his shakes increasing tenfold. Sunny’s free hand tries to hold him to stop his squirming. “S-Sunny, wai—! Nngh, ‘s too much—!”
“Why didn’t you tell me,” Sunny demands over the sound of Basil’s moans. He rubs his finger against the spot as best he can. It’s so tight that any movement is nearly impossible. Still, he manages to get Basil screaming into the quiet room, each subsequent keen so wanton and drawn-out like it’s something straight out of a porno. “I should’ve known. Can’t see why anyone would want to fuck you,” he comments, feeling particularly spiteful.
“Mmh! P-please please, S-Sunny it’s so much— Guh, I-I can’t… so much—” Basil’s nonsensical rambles fade off into faint whispers.
Call Sunny a sadist, but Basil’s cries are only encouraging him to continue. It’s not like his cries are very convincing. He’s still pressing his hips back into Sunny’s fingers. Who does he think he’s fooling?
“Then tell me to stop,” Sunny challenges, still abusing that special spot inside Basil. Basil’s breath hitches at his words. “If it’s too much then tell me to stop. You leave and none of this ever happened.”
Sunny waits for a response. He never gets one.
Instead Basil buries his head into the couch cushions, wailing, hips trying to rock into his fingers. His dick hangs between his legs, precum spilling from the tip. The poor thing’s been neglected.
“S-Sun…ny,” comes Basil’s muffled cry.
Sunny stops, giving Basil a moment to breathe. He leans down, all of his body weight on top of Basil. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks.
Basil pants, “…H-huh?”
“That you’re a virgin.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t th-think…” The blond squirms, nervousness radiating off of him, “d-didn’t think it was important…” Basil looks back at him. His eyes are watery, but Sunny doesn’t know if it’s from the assault to his prostate or the current confession. “D-does this mean you’re gonna kick me out now..?”
He looks so pathetic like this. Crying, trembling, completely naked and vulnerable with his hands tied up and back arched. Sunny could ruin him so easily.
Now learning that he’s a virgin definitely rubs Sunny the wrong way, making him briefly reconsider. Does he really want to do that? Take this guy’s virginity on the promise that Sunny won’t take him to the police? As an obsessed fan, this must be exactly what Basil wants. To have the main character of his sex fantasy be the first person to fuck him.
But who is Sunny to say this shit? He offered.
He’s already a finger in. What’s a few more?”
“No,” Sunny sighs, “I’m not done with you.”
Not caring for a response, Sunny pulls his finger out to add another one to the mix, plunging it back in in an effort to stretch him out.
Basil’s reactions are instantaneous. He gasps at the intrusion, whining as his fingers sink further in. He’s so expressive, it’s admittedly entertaining. His hips jump at every slight movement Sunny’s fingers make, forcing Sunny to place a hand there to still him.
He drags the pads of his fingers along the walls of Basil’s hole. He already has the location of his prostate memorized, and he knows he hits it when Basil has a full-body flinch.
“Ahh! G-god, S- Sunny— Mhh!”
“My dick is bigger than this,” Sunny reminds him as he scissors his fingers. “You can’t handle it if you can’t handle this.”
“I- I know! Mmf…” Basil’s tied hands grip tightly onto the couch. If he scratches holes into that, Sunny is going to be pissed.
“Relax. You have to open up.”
“Ngh.. I-I’m trying…”
Sunny slows the pace of his fingers, but scissors each time he pulls out. “Then breathe.”
Surprisingly, Basil listens. His breathing evens the slightest bit and he stops clawing at the cushions. It gets easier to thrust in without Basil tensing around him constantly. On the next push in, Sunny’s adds a third finger. Basil, unsurprisingly, reacts accordingly.
“Ghn! Wai— Sunny—!”
“You’re fine,” he assures. Basil only whines back.
The squelching of lube against skin is nearly becoming unbearable to listen to. Especially since Basil has managed to calm himself down, lowering the volume of his moans as Sunny continues to finger him. Even with this much prepping, Sunny feels Basil would still be immensely tight around him.
Basil is his stalker, and Sunny certainly doesn’t have the greatest opinion of the blond (quite the opposite), but it’d definitely suck if he tore his ass. That’s a hospital trip no one would want to explain.
“Shit, it’s like you’ve barely loosened up.” Sunny sticks in a fourth finger, as if his pinky would be any extra help. Basil cries out a bit, but Sunny ignores him. “How the hell are you so tight?”
“C-can you— shit, just please put it in already!!” Basil sobs, trying to lean away from Sunny’s fingers. “I c-can’t.. I can’t do anymore. I don’t wanna come from y-your fingers, pluh- pl-please please…”
Basil looks over his shoulder, and he is a wreck. Nothing could’ve prepared Sunny for the sight in front of him. Fat, wet tears streamed down his cheeks, with his face flushed and the sliver of drool in the corner of his mouth. He’s shaking, hair tousled and lips wobbly.
Sunny did that to him. Just from his fingers.
Sunny pushes Basil’s face back down, unable to handle looking at him for any longer. “If you say so,” he says, pulling his fingers out.
Basil mumbles something back, but Sunny busies himself with unbuttoning his jeans. He pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock, stroking a bit to get fully erect. He wouldn’t say he’s big by any means, but he knows Basil will have a struggle taking him down. He tears open the condom packet with his teeth, his lubed up fingers rendered useless against it. He rolls it over his dick and takes another pump of lube to lather it.
Basil yelps when Sunny’s hand lands on his hip. “I’m not going to stop until I come, alright?”
Basil makes a questioning noise. “H-how long do you usually take…?” He asks warily.
Sunny shrugs, though the blond can’t see him. Long, usually, but it really just depends . “Let’s find out.”
“H-huh— Ahh!”
Sunny pulls one of his cheeks to the side, thrusting his cock into Basil’s prepped hole. Basil jolts, his gasp morphing into a shriek as Sunny continues pushing in until he’s halfway inside. Sunny was right, he’s still overwhelmingly tight. He groans as Basil trembles and squeezes around him, pathetic little cries spouting out of him.
“Ah, oh my god. . nhh…” His dull nails are scraping into the couch, as if reaching for any kind of purchase.
Sunny still has to ease him into it. He’s way too tense to fuck properly. So before filling him up completely, Sunny begins slowly pulling back, his cockhead dragging against Basil’s walls. Ignoring his whimpers, Sunny pushes back in once it’s only the tip still inside. He repeats this a few times over, giving Basil a feel without properly thrusting into him.
It seems to work. Soon enough Basil is sighing and whining into the cushions, his hole noticeably looser. Not by a lot, but just enough. Sunny takes this opportunity to grip the other’s hips and pull him up and back, til his back is arched in a slope, and force himself down to the hilt. Basil screams.
“Sh-shit! AHh god—!”
He’s already pulling out and pistoning back in before Basil can finish his sentence. He’s left moaning, screeching, with every punishing thrust, and spasming every time he’s filled. Sunny angles his thrusts slightly, hitting Basil’s prostate right on. Somehow, Basil becomes louder, his keens sounding like full-blown sobs every time Sunny hits that spot.
In the heat of the moment, Sunny grabs a handful of Basil’s blond locks and yanks his head up. He shrieks at the sudden pain. Teary, cloudy eyes make contact with Sunny’s. Fuck, his face is all flushed too. The sight only makes Sunny want to fuck him harder.
“This… is what you wanted… right?” Sunny pants out into Basil’s ear, earning a shudder from him.
“Yes! Haah.. yes, yes, uhn…” A small line of slobber trails down Basil’s agape mouth. “P-pleease.. pleeasee so close.. mmph.. so…”
That was fast. But lucky for him, Sunny doesn’t plan on denying him. He drops Basil’s head back down to focus purely on fucking him. He holds Basil by two hands again, pulling his body along to meet each thrust. Sunny stares at the way his dick disappears inside of Basil, seamless. A perfect fit.
Basil’s moans start sounding frantic, and though weak, he attempts thrusting back into the dick impaling him. With a wail, Basil climaxes, cum spurting onto his stomach and couch.
Ugh, cleaning those cushions is going to suck.
True to his word, Sunny doesn’t stop. He hardly slows down, continuing his rapid pace. Once Basil comes down from his high, he groans and whines, sounding almost in pain.
“Nghh! S-Sunny, slow—! Sl-slow dow- ahhn!” He cries. “H-hurts.. please—”
His body twitches each time Sunny thrusts in. Basil’s cries overpower whatever moans fall out of him. Sunny ignores him for the most part, continuing to chase his own pleasure, but then he notices Basil’s attempts to lean away from his impaling cock.
Sunny slows down, his thrusts reduced to swivels of his hips against Basil’s walls. He lays his weight onto Basil’s back, making him flinch in surprise.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sunny asks.
“N-no! I just…”
“Then what?”
Basil whimpers, “I-it just hurts.. ‘m sensitive…”
“I told you I wasn’t going to stop.” To punctuate his point, he forces a quick thrust into Basil before slowing again.
“Ah—! I-I know!! I justt.. aghhh n-need a bit…”
Sunny relents and slows down, drawing whimpers from Basil. He grinds in every time he bottoms out. Basil’s much more relaxed now, sighing and gasping from the slow pace, but clearly still overly sensitive. Sunny can’t get off at this pace. At this point, Basil is going to come again before Sunny even gets to once.
He continues for a couple more thrusts, just to entertain Basil. Then he switches back to his regular, faster pace out of nowhere. Basil screams, predictably. Sunny finds himself subconsciously smiling at his noises, all fucked up and desperate. He’s so reactive, it’s nearly addictive. Sunny wants to hear every little noise he can wring out of those pretty lips.
“Sunn.. mmmff… umphh.. guhh… plea— pl-plea—” Basil sounds completely out of it now. His cheek is pressed against the couch, slightly drooling. Sunny’s grip is the only thing keeping Basil’s hips up, but he still weakly tries to thrust back. It has little effect since Sunny is already pulling his hips along for him.
“Hm…? Got something to say?” Sunny nearly taunts. He quickens his pace the slightest bit, just to make it that much harder for Basil to articulate his words. He finds he quite likes Basil’s attempts.
“Mh, c-cl— Mmmf… p-please, almost…”
“Use your words, Basil.”
“‘mm gonna.. ahh.. cuh— c-come.” Sunny manages to pick up bits and pieces of Basil’s words. God, he loves his voice like this.
“Seriously? Gonna, mh, come again?” Sunny snickers. He’s only mean because it’s fun. Basil likes it. He’s tight around his cock. “Fuck… look at you. Did you fantasize yourself getting wrung dry like this too?”
Basil doesn’t respond. Or rather, he couldn’t. Nothing but moans and babbled noises could escape him now. There couldn’t be a more appetizing sight.
“Ah… I haven’t even touched you. What happened to all that talk about ‘slowing down?’ Still want me to?” Sunny does just that, slowing almost to a standstill.
Basil’s retaliation is instant. He’s gasping, crying out unintelligible pleas. Basil starts rocking back into him when Sunny shows no effort of continuing. Sunny can’t understand a word coming out of him, but his desperation is gratifying.
“I did what you asked,” he reasons, which is immediately answered with Basil’s sob.
“N-no! It’s nah— it’s not e- enough… Sunny, pleas—”
Sunny pulls out and quickly flips Basil over onto his back. It takes less effort than expected, Basil’s body having completely gone limp. He hovers above him and suddenly this whole ordeal is feeling a lot more intimate. Basil’s fucked-out expression shifts into shock. His face is flushed, sweaty, with his hands bound together above him. Sunny is still completely clothed while Basil lies bare beneath him.
“What do you want?” Sunny asks. He plants his hands on Basil’s thighs to stop him from squirming.
“I-I want to.. I want you to f-fuck me, p-please.” His voice is so high-pitch and whiney. He refuses to look at him. His head is turned to the side, staring out at the rest of the room. “With— wi-with your cock.. pl..please…”
He’s so shy about it, like he wasn’t just moaning like a bitch earlier. Sunny wonders how long he can get away with teasing him like this.
“‘Kay.”
Then, painfully slow, Sunny pushes back in. Basil seems to expect him to go faster, but is left sobbing in desperation as Sunny thrusts in and out at a snail’s pace.
Sunny watches his face, deadpanned, as Basil’s lips morph around needy whines. Sunny feels nothing. At this slow of a pace, not even the tightness around his dick brings him pleasure. He could go harder whenever he wants, but he wants Basil to say it. Sunny wants to hear it come out of his mouth. Wants to see his eyes teary as he asks.
And Sunny doesn’t have to wait long.
“Harder?” Basil pleads, timid.
Sunny doesn’t realize it himself, but he smiles. Sadistic.
He leans down, face hovering above Basil’s again, and he can hear the blond’s breath hitch.
“No,” he says.
Basil doesn’t take that very well.
He hooks his bound arms around Sunny’s neck, pulling him closer. Sunny doesn’t resist, for some reason. Instead, his movements still and his eyes widen a fraction. Staring down at Basil’s sobbing mess of a face looking up at him, pleading, “Please! Please please I…! I-I’d do anything for you, anything anything… F-fuck me, it— it’ll make you f-feel good, I-I just need you so bad. My God, ah, I-I’d do anything—”
“So you’ll admit it?”
Basil blinks. Tears cling to his lashes. “H-huh?”
“That you’re an obsessive stalker?” Sunny grabs his arms, nails digging into skin. “A fucking freak?” Legs tighten around his waist, effectively trapping themselves to each other. “A creepy, pathetic pervert?”
“N-nuh—”
“Admit it,” Sunny demands. He leans in closer, feeling every shallow breath Basil inhales. “Fucking admit it.”
Basil’s lips seal shut, eyes squeezed shut. Little fucker.
Sunny yanks him by the hair, making him flinch and screech. Sunny pulls Basil’s ear to his mouth, hissing, “Admit it or I’m pulling out.”
“Angh!” Basil yells, desperate and overstimulated and clearly at his last straw. Sunny’s ego swells like an ugly bruise. “I’m a freak!” He screams, “I’m a fucking creepy stalker! I’m a sad pathetic pervert with no life and I jack off to your streams because I’m fucking obsessed with you so please fuck me already!! I don’t care anymore!! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me please please Sunny please!!”
Sunny smiles, and he’s sure it looks as conniving as it feels on his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
He doesn’t give himself time to bask in Basil’s reaction. He drops his head down to the bend Basil’s neck meets his shoulder and bites. Hard. Pulling his hips back, he pistons back in deep and fast. Basil’s scream coalesces into his moans, filling the room. Sunny traps his own noise into Basil’s marked skin, his nails plunging into the ample flesh of his thighs.
He feels it deep in his gut, first. Heat building up and warming his entire body. He pants into Basil’s skin, still nestled in the junction of his neck and shoulder, lacking the will to pull his head up and witness the expressions on Basil’s face as he pulls these sounds out of him. The expressions Sunny is making Basil form.
It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. The pleasure coursing through his body is enough.
“S-Sunny, I’m—!” Basil chokes out, his voice so overwhelmed in pleasure it barely sounds like him.
He doesn’t have to finish his sentence for Sunny to catch on. His lower half twitches beneath Sunny, a sign of his impending climax. Without missing a beat, Sunny releases his thighs, taking one hand to hold Basil’s hip and the other to reach between themselves and wrap around Basil’s weeping cock.
It only takes a couple of strokes for it to all come spilling out. Basil’s back arches and he screams, while white, hot cum coats Sunny’s hand.
He hurries his pace, listening to Basil’s overstimulated whimpers as Sunny continues hammering into his abused hole. With a muffled groan and another bite to Basil’s shoulder, Sunny presses deep into that warm hole as his orgasm washes over him.
It’s a few minutes of heavy breathing before Sunny can muster the strength to lift himself up. He notices the red on Basil’s skin and reaches up to his own lips to confirm his suspicions. Seems he bit down harder than he realized.
He slowly eases himself out of the blond’s ass, stirring a whine out of Basil. He’s gaping open, rim pulsing around nothing. If it weren't for this condom, he would’ve been leaking white, Sunny’s sure.
Reaching down to remove the condom and tie it off, he spots the stain of Basil’s cum on his shirt. It’s uncomfortably hot underneath his clothes, seeing as he never bothered to take them off. Bad idea, in hindsight.
Basil blinks blearily up at him, lethargic and fucked out of his mind. His chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Their eyes meet, and after this whole ordeal, with Sunny humiliating and teasing him continuously, Basil still smiles at him. None of that taunting, jeering grins Sunny pulled out earlier. A real smile. Sunny doesn’t believe such a sight should be meant for him.
“Thank you…” Basil says, faint.
And Sunny can’t help but look at the bleeding bite mark on his shoulder. The twitch in his legs. The redness of his wrists beneath the belt. The cum splattered all over his body. Yet here Basil is, thanking Sunny, before doing anything else.
Sunny sighs.
“Go clean up in my bathroom. I’ll wait for you.”
Sunny can’t focus.
He’s only been streaming for an hour or so, and despite completing this game more times than he can count now, he can’t get past this second boss. His mind is elsewhere. He’s making rookie mistakes left and right, dying over and over. He’s pretty sure his chat has caught on now, but he doesn’t have the will to glance over at them.
It’s only been a little under a week. And true to his word, Basil has left him alone ever since. That was the agreed-upon deal, after all. It only makes sense.
But Sunny still looks for him. In the corner of his eye and every glance he takes. Looking for a speck of blond hair.
It’s so stupid.
He doesn’t understand why now of all times he can’t get his mind off that blue-eyed, blond-haired stalker. He feels like the real creep now.
Sunny just can’t stop thinking about him, his mind replaying scenes from that day. The way his legs clenched around his waist, his arms looping around his neck, the chorus of whines and moans spill out of him, the look of his flushed face, the bites Sunny littered over him. The look of his gentle, genuine smile when it was all over.
Sunny is fucked.
His umpteenth death is accompanied by a ringing at his front door. Maybe it’s a sign to stop here for today. It’s not like he’s making any progress anyways.
With a sigh, he exits out of the game from the death screen. “Sorry for the short stream, but I’m ending it here.” Even as he pulls away from his desk, he still refuses to read the endless messages in the chat. He wonders if Basil’s in there, somewhere. Watching. Maybe even jacking off as he confessed he had before. He wonders if Basil knows the reason for Sunny’s absentmindedness. He wonders if he even cares. “See you… uh, tomorrow.”
He ends the stream with a half-baked goodbye.
Sunny gives himself no time to dwell on it and instead makes a beeline for his front door. Frankly, he’s thankful for the distraction. He loves streaming and playing video games, but living through that fight over and over, his mind full of nothing but the person he thought he’d never want to see, he was stuck in purgatory.
So when he opens the door, gaze meeting blond hair and blue eyes, he isn’t sure if this is a trap or an escape.
Basil’s eyes (that same entrancing blue Sunny can’t seem to get out of his head) widen at the sight of Sunny at the doorway. Like he hadn’t expected to be answered.
“Hi, ah, I-I know you said, uh, n-no more stalking… but um…” He holds up an open notebook and a pen in his shaky hands. “I-I-I’ve always wanted an a-autograph from you… s-so…”
Sunny stares. He can’t get any words out.
Basil squeaks, taking his silence for anger. “I-I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was th-thinking, actually! I-I’ll just go and— Ack!!”
Sunny grabs the front of his shirt and yanks him forward, their skulls nearly colliding. “Shut up and get inside.” Basil yelps as Sunny drags the rest of him inside and slams the door closed.
This time, they used the bed.