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Elliot practically threw the door open, jelly-leggedly stumbling over to collapse the couch after a long, excruciatingly hot, day of work. Don't get me wrong— he adored his job greatly, it's just so hard running such a busy establishment essentially by himself. Especially on this sweltering hot day, smack dab in the middle of July. As he tossed off his visor who-knows-where in the room, he could feel himself smiling against one of the plush couch cushions at the thought of having the weekend off.
"Hello?" An all-too-familiar voice asked, popping their head through the door frame of their shared apartment.
Right... He forgot to greet his partner.
Elliot lifted his face from in-between the cushions, sitting up properly once he saw Two Time headed his direction from their room. The cultist hugged him tightly, a reminder of how much they disliked when their boyfriend left for shifts at work— even if it were only just a few hours.
"I missed you a lot, Elli," Two Time smiled, a warm, fond expression. Unlike their unsettling smile they seemed to always wear, this one had an affectionate edge to it. It made the pizza boy grin back. "Did you enjoy your afternoon at work?"
"Ehh, I guess you could say I did," Elliot pecked Two Time on the forehead, exhaustion clear on his face— but that didn't mean he couldn't show affection to his partner! "Though, it's so hot outside, I thought I was gonna pass out at some point.." Now that he thought about it, he also didn't eat either, as withholding an appetite was actually quite hard when it was so hot and when he was so distracted perfecting orders. The pizza boy dug through his bag, producing a box of somewhat-cold pizza. He liked to take a pizza home to himself every-now-and-then.
"Would you like me to heat that up for you?" Asked Two Time, already extending their arms for Elliot to place the box into them. "Spawn... You look awfully worn-out, it's the least I can aid you with."
Elliot's expression relaxed a considerable amount, placing the box into his significant other's grasp. "Yes, thank you so much.." He relaxed into the couch, watching with love-filled eyes as Two Time sauntered their way into the kitchen, pizza box in hand. He began to let his mind wander, wondering what he'd ever do without them. It was something he didn't like thinking about, yet he still wondered what he'd be like, who he would have ended up with instead, if he would have still made certain decisions he had made. The thought made him frown. The blonde-haired man's train of thought was then interrupted by the beeping of a microwave going off, along with the shuffling of a paper plate having the 2 pieces being placed into it. The cultist made their way back to Elliot, plate in hand.
"Thank you, Two Time," Elliot thanked softly, his voice laced with appreciation as the warm paper plate was placed in his hands. Two Time nodded, the pizza worker finding their weird habits and ways to express their love endearing to him. He took a bite of one of the gooey, cheesy slices, a sense of relief washing over the tired one once he swallowed. "Man, I'm starved.." he murmured, half to himself. Oddly enough, he felt Two Time's gaze on him as he continued to eat more of the cheesy goodness, convincing himself he was hallucinating when he saw the cultist "subtly" lick their lips. Before he could even swallow the last bite, Two Time shot up and grabbed his plate.
"Allow me provide you with more! Spawn's blessing!" They scampered off hastily to the kitchen, the heat rising to their cheeks. The pizza worker blinked once, twice, confusion plastered on his face. Weird.
Two Time threw a few pieces of pizza on Elliot's plate, the unsettling smile creeping up onto their face involuntarily. They weren't really sure why they'd always had a thing for seeing Elliot eat— it took everything in them to not stare whenever they ate together, but this time, they could not handle it. It had to have been a sign from the Spawn, or at least that was what they were trying to convince themselves. It was trying to tell them something important. Surely.
Beep!
Beep!
Bee—
Two Time tossed the slices onto the thin paper plate, rushing to Elliot's side once more. His expression morphed into one of severe confusion, the sudden switch in demeanour confusing Elliot.
"I— er... I don't think I'll be able to eat all that," A hand was gestured towards the plate that held three whole slices of pizza on it, the one Two Time was insistently offering to Elliot. "I just had two, hon. Don't you think that's a bit much?" The cultist suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, their cheeks flushing against their ghostly pale skin. They tried to stammer a response, but only ended up sounding unsure.
"You uhh.. I—I'm sure you haven't eaten much today! You mustn't starve, Elli.." The thought was foolish, seeming to care just so they could watch him eat for their own pleasure? Well, they did care for Elliot— a lot actually. Elliot was the one they could trust, with their whole heart and soul. But they just needed this moment..
"Well.. I mean, if you insist," he murmured, oblivious, taking the plate from Two Time. They watched greedily as Elliot sunk his teeth into a slice once more, sitting down next to him. It was getting a bit hard for Two Time to stop staring so obviously, they were entranced by the sight. It soon became very clear to Elliot what his partner was doing. "Okay, Two Time. What's really going on?" He set down the plate sternly with two pieces remaining, his tone mixed with too many things to name. The blushing cultist looked away, ashamed by their own actions. They opened their mouth, promptly shutting it as they couldn't really find a way to express that they really seemed to enjoy watching Elliot eat. They rubbed their thighs together, keeping their mouth pressed in a firm line. Spawn, this was awfully embarrassing for them...
"..Gee, does me eating really do this to you?" The pizza boy chuckled, his eyes fixated on Two Times now-hard lower half. Their hands flew to cover themselves, shame plastered on their pale face.
"N-no! I can explain myself!— I apologize for being so indece—" They were quickly cut off by the feel of their boyfriends lips on theirs, a yellow-skinned hand reaching to thread through the tangled locs of Two Times hair. A tongue insistently pressed against their lips, and they let it through, tasting the faint flavor of pizza in that mouth of his. As tongues tangled and breaths were shared, they eventually separated for much-needed air.
"You're really something else.." Elliot murmured, picking up the plate again. He eyed the desperate-looking Two Time with smugness in his gaze, picking up one of the two remaining slices. "You gonna sit there and watch me eat? Like a good doggy?" He asked, waving the slice mockingly.
Their head shook furiously, denying, yet the cultists hips began to move against the leg the were sitting on— they were painfully in need for any source of friction. And they'd be willing to sacrifice their ego to do something as pathetic as hump their leg. Dark eyes followed the slice headed towards his mouth, their hips rutting faster. He took a bite of the pizza, holding back a chortle as he watched Two Time's body physically react— they shuddered, a small sound leaving their mouth.
"Elliii.." They whined, an unsure hand reaching out to grab the slice he was holding. Once the slice was in their grasp, the inched it towards Elliot's mouth. "Let me..—"
Elliot took the hint, opening his mouth to let Two Time feed him a bite. The cultist's voice cracked on a whine pathetically, their cock twitching in their boxers. They watched as the pizza boy swallowed his bite, the pizza boy's hand reaching low to palm at their arousal.
"Elli— Elliot— I beg of you.. Keep— keep going..!" They pleaded, shoving the food in his face to eat. The heat in the cultists cheeks rose as their eyes stayed glued to the sight unfolding in front of themselves. It was so very overwhelming for them, so new, so different, yet so amazingly exquisite. Two Time's eyes rolled back to their skull on a keen, white, sticky fluids painting the inside of their boxers as their thighs quacked against the cushions. It felt as if the air was knocked out of them, overstimulation kicking in when they came down from their high.
"Look at that," Elliot murmured, a bit flustered himself at the sheer strangeness of the situation. "You did so good, Two Time, so good." He raked his fingers through the black strands of unkempt hair, feeling the tremors in his partners body. "Are you okay?"
He felt a nod at the crook of his shoulder where Two Time was hiding, the cultist slowly lifting up their head. "I should get changed right now," they noted, embarrassment written on their face as they avoided Elliot's gaze— yet it wasn't the bad kind of embarrassment. The pizza boy nodded, relaxing back into couch with a hand on his stomach, starting to think of the consequences of eating as much as he did.
"Take all the time you need.."
Then Elliot found out he was lactose intolerant and died the end
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