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Pluey had a problem. They had a lot of problems, really, but the most pressing one had been tormenting them for a couple weeks now.
In a spur-of-the-moment action, Pluey had bitten Battat. Not in a fight, just… as part of a harmless distraction. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that Battat had clearly liked it. Like, way more than Pluey had thought he would. He liked it so much he’d rolled a six without being shaken, his head just did that! And he’d made the most heavenly sound, too. But their plans for the rest of the evening were so casual, and the moment passed so quickly, they didn’t have a chance at the time to… indulge themself.
And then they had all gotten busy with work, and fires kept needing to be put out (literal and metaphorical, unfortunately), and suddenly two entire weeks had passed without them having a chance to follow up. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, really. But every time they kissed him, every time he was resisting a needed rest, every time they caught his gaze lingering on them with that hint of blush on his cute face, their mind helpfully supplied them with images of what he’d look like covered in bite marks, thoughts of the noises he would make, the give of his flesh under their teeth, fuck, Pluey wanted him.
They sat curled forward on the couch, tail twitching with pent-up energy. They’d gotten a spell charm for both it and the cat ears of their costume, so the accessories would move in a way that matched their mood. They’d offered to get Battat one for his costume’s head, but he’d given a resounding no, and that was that. He probably didn’t want to worry about controlling his face around Tenna, which was fair. Battat was an open book once you got to know him, really.
They opened their notebook, flipping to a blank page. It would probably be simplest if they just asked him, rather than trying to come up with an elaborate scheme. That was more Battat’s thing, anyway. Well, maybe he’d like…? Nah, too much effort, especially considering how often their plans went completely off the rails. Besides, they thought with a grin, Battat had really liked them being spontaneous earlier, that’s what got them into this mess! With that thought, they started writing.
Hey love!
I know we’ve been busy recently, but something happened a couple weeks ago that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind, and I wanted to know your thoughts.
Do you remember when I bit you? I assume you do. I don’t know if you really enjoyed it that much or if it was just the last thing in a long chain, but I hope it’s the former.
I really liked biting you. I’d like to do it again, if you’ll let me. It doesn’t have to be now, but if you’re willing, I’d like to take an evening and leave some marks. If not, that’s completely fine, I won’t bring it up again.
Love you!
-Pluey
PS: I haven’t asked Jongler if they’d like to join, but I’m alright with it if you are!
They scanned over the note after they finished writing, face slightly warm. That would work. They carefully tore out the page, folding it neatly. Now they just needed an opportunity.
That opportunity came a couple days later, on a shockingly quiet day for the studio. Jongler had taken the last shift of the day, and it was looking like Tenna was in a good enough mood that there wouldn’t be any emergency calls, and they might even get to leave early if they were lucky. Battat was working on something (as usual), but it seemed like he was more… distracted than usual. Surely he wouldn’t mind the interruption, Pluey thought as they changed out of their costume (as much as they loved wearing it, it got a bit stuffy after so many hours).
They pulled the note out of their pocket, making a brief attempt to fix an extra crease that had formed. They walked up to where Battat was sitting on the couch curled around a clipboard, and pulled him into a brief side hug as they sat.
Battat gave them a half-smile as he flipped the clipboard facedown before they could see what was on it. He quickly noticed the paper in their hand. “What’s that for?” They wordlessly handed it to him. He opened it immediately.
Part of Pluey wanted to read over their letter for the billionth time, but instead they chose to watch Battat’s face. That was much more interesting, anyway. His emotions were so clearly visible, it was insane that so many darkners thought he was monotone. Curiosity, concern, embarrassment, and then that lovely green blush taking over his face at a truly impressive speed. They held their breath, waiting for his response.
Battat didn’t actually give a response for several minutes, rereading the letter multiple times, opening and closing his mouth soundlessly like a fish as he tried and failed to find words. Pluey was legitimately concerned. Had they come on too strong? Did they misread the situation completely?
Well, one of them had to break the silence, and it was increasingly looking like it wouldn’t be Battat. Unfortunately, their voice wasn’t great for this. It could convey emotion beautifully, but specific concepts? They preferred writing. Still, they could make an attempt.
At the exact moment they started to talk, Battat actually managed to make his own voice work. They both stopped at the harsh noise, awkward. Pluey gestured for Battat to speak.
He cleared his throat, face dusted with minty green. “It was both. It was the last in a long string, and I really liked it.” He looked up, meeting Pluey’s gaze. Whatever he saw, his breath hitched for a moment. Pluey wet their lips, watching Battat’s eyes flick down briefly, his blush darkening slightly. Frankly, Pluey deserved an award for not pouncing on him then and there.
They tapped the paper, first the “take an evening” section, then the PS at the bottom, then made a questioning note as they tapped their wrist (where they weren’t wearing a watch).
“Ah… Do I want to take an evening, do I want Jongler there, and when do I want to do this? Is that right?” Battat asked. Pluey nodded, pleased.
He took a second to respond to the questions, having to look fully to the side (exposing a tempting slice of his neck— no, focus!!) to be able to answer. God he was cute. “I’m willing. We should probably at least ask Jongler first. And today. Today is good.”
Pluey purred, giving Battat a kiss on the cheek. He brought a hand up to the side of Pluey’s face, pulling them in for a more thorough kiss. Unable to resist, Pluey nibbled at Battat’s lip, resulting in a gasp that they eagerly devoured.
Battat broke the kiss first, resting his head on Pluey’s shoulder with a groan. “Why did ya have to ask me now, at the beginning of Jongler’s shift, instead of waiting? Now it’s gonna be literally all I can think about until they get back and we can ask them, dammit!” Pluey laughed, a high trilling sound, and patted him on the back consolingly.
They pulled out their notebook. “Literally all you can think about, hm?” they wrote, showing it to Battat.
He sputtered. “Hey, you know how I get about stuff!”
They laughed at the understatement. Battat was one of the most easily-obsessing darkners Pluey had ever encountered. “Now imagine how I feel after two weeks of looking forward to this,” they wrote.
Battat blushed, muttering something under his breath. Pluey tilted their head inquisitively, but he didn’t repeat himself, though his eyes did track to the facedown clipboard next to him. A thought occurred.
Pluey reached for the clipboard, and Battat immediately snatched it out of their immediate range. Yeah, that was way too dramatic of a reaction for it to just be typical Mike stuff. Pluey pointed to it, making a questioning sound with a teasing grin.
“D-don’t worry about that!” he said with false bravado, blushing. “It’s just boring Mike theory stuff, not even close to finished, I wouldn’t— hey!” Pluey easily reached over and snatched it out of his hands, flipping it around and holding it high up to look at it. Battat wouldn’t normally call anything Mike-related boring, he was a terrible liar.
Battat, predictably, tried to grab the clipboard back, loudly protesting the whole time. Pluey, being much taller and with a longer reach, simply stood up and moved far enough from the couch that Battat couldn’t both stand on it for the height and reach them.
On the paper attached to the clipboard was what looked like a supply list, but in the margins were a series of simple sketches. At a glance, they were just a bunch of smiling mouths with noticeably pronounced, sharp canines. But given how embarrassed Battat was, and how much more frequently Pluey had caught him staring the past couple weeks…
Pluey smiled, pointing to their own mouth, then tapped the drawings and tilted their head, wolf whistling. Battat leaped at them, finally grabbing the clipboard, but the damage was done. Pluey patted the top of his head as he fumed, giggling. Honestly, they didn’t really know what to make of it, but flattered seemed to work for now. Flattered and slightly turned on that they’d had such an effect on him just from a little bite, but they were choosing to focus on flattered for the time being.
They picked up their notebook from where it had been discarded in the scuffle. “Glad I’m not the only one that was thinking about it!” Pluey wrote. Then, after a slight pause, “Also, do my teeth really look that sharp?”
“Well, no, not exactly, I was stylizing it a bit, but you do have a little bit of a fang situation.” He glanced away, blushing. “You already know what I think of it.”
Pluey grinned again, playing a few notes from careless whisper. Battat waved a hand around as if to try and dissipate the sound, saying “Oh, shut up, you!” as he walked back to the couch, seemingly trying to go back to work. His tone of voice was unmistakeably fond.
Honestly, they really liked the idea of having fangs. Their costume was amazing, but that was one catlike feature that it was missing (and would probably never get, considering the mouth wasn’t anywhere close to real). Fortunately, it seemed that at least Battat thought that their regular teeth looked close enough to fangs to draw them as such. That… was surprisingly heartwarming. Euphoric, even.
“You do realize we could just call them, right? With the headsets?”
Battat blinked, processing. “Ah. I may have forgotten. In my defense, you distracted me, and they’re probably going to be back soon anyway, and…” he continued rambling as he changed course to grab his headset from the closet.
The headsets were Battat’s idea. They were on a separate system from the rest of the active crew, and were supposed to only be used for important Mike coordination (it said something that Battat didn’t even flinch at the idea of using that system for something like this). Normally they were integrated into the costume heads, but they could be removed for cleaning and other purposes.
After a few seconds of fiddling, Battat beckoned Pluey over to listen in. They sat with him, bringing their notebook. He cleared his throat, then activated the mic and spoke, “Hey Mike, you got a minute?”
Silence dragged on for about two minutes. Then, “Yeah, I gots a little time. Whaddya need?”
Battat paused for a moment, seemingly just now realizing he would have to verbalize details. “Pluey and I were wondering if you’d like to join us for… uh, recreational biting? Of each other?” He visibly cringed at his own phrasing, then rushed the next few words as if to try and cover for it. “We could wait until you’re done with your shift, or we could get started now, up to you.”
Silence for a few seconds. Then, clearly holding back a laugh, Jongler responded, “Tell ya what. You two’s start having fun, an’ I’ll try ta finish up here quickly. Dere’s not too much ta do, but I wouldn’t want you’s holdin’ back on my account.” They chuckled, then there was the sound of gloved fingers snapping. “Oh, and Plues, if you’s listening, make sure ta really savor him, alright?” Battat squeaked, face going bright green in an instant, and Pluey felt their own face heat at their partner’s words. They’d said it with almost the same offhanded tone they always used, but something about it made their knees weak.
Pluey grabbed the mic, vocalizing “ ( •̀.̫•́✧)ゝ” Jongler laughed as Battat took it back, glaring heatlessly at Pluey. (Well, not the anger kind of heat, anyway.)
“A-anyway, we’ll take it slow. See you soon, Jongler. Love you,” he said, putting the headset away after getting a ‘love you too’ in return.
After everything was safely stowed away, Pluey gently placed a hand on Battat’s cheek. His blush had barely begun to dissipate, and his face was warm to the touch. He gave a wobbly smile, one that was raw and openly loving and not used to being looked at. It was beautiful. Pluey caressed his cheek briefly, bringing him in for a soft kiss. He was always so tense, and now was no exception, but at least he was starting to relax into the gentle affection.
As Pluey started to pull away, Battat reached up and tangled a hand in their hair, pulling them back in for a deeper kiss. They hummed as they felt his tongue trace over their canines, and Battat shivered. When they broke for air, Pluey took Battat’s hand from their hair, gently kissing and licking his palm. They’d done it before, and with a similar effect. When they looked up, Battat’s pupils were blown wide, and his breath was slightly shaking. For something so small, it really seemed to have an effect on him, Pluey mused. They weren’t even leaving a hickey, yet there he was, being so cute for them.
With barely a second of warning, they bit the fleshy part of his wrist. Not hard enough to damage or bruise, just hard enough to really feel it. Battat swore breathlessly, his other hand fisting itself in his jacket. Fuck, it was incredible. They hadn’t heard him sound like that in far too long.
Too soon, they let up on the pressure, laving their tongue over the area. They hadn’t even bitten that hard, yet there were clear indents in his flesh from their teeth. God, he was perfect.
They made eye contact, and Battat looked good enough to eat. Pluey wiggled their eyebrows, pointing to the trio’s shared bedroom. Battat let slip a quiet “Please” before he could stop himself. Pluey grinned, scooping him up into a bridal carry. Battat flailed for a moment, nearly upsetting their balance, but soon decided to cling to them for the brief trip.
Pluey set Battat on the bed, and he rolled his eyes as he sat up. “You know I can walk, Pluey.”
They wrote, “Yeah, but this is more fun! You get to be my little princess for a bit.”
“Nope, absolutely not, never call me that again,” he said as soon as he read it, completely deadpan. “Prince could be negotiable, princess, absolutely not.” Harsh, but fair. They scratched out the two S’s, showing it to him again. He snorted. “Yeah, I walked right into that.”
Pluey giggled, setting their notebook on the nightstand. It was helpful, but it tended to break the tempo when doing something like this. They could play it by ear, and if they needed, it was in arm’s reach. And speaking of things in arm’s reach, they had the world’s most delectable pippins sitting right in front of them.
They leaned in for another deep kiss, Battat’s hands tangling in their hair immediately, fingernails scratching their scalp in a way that made them purr. Their own hands moved to the buttons of his jacket, undoing them as quickly as they could without losing focus. When they separated, Pluey was quick to help Battat remove the garment, tossing it to the floor nearby.
His tie was next. Pluey gave it a little tug that made Battat’s breath hitch before slowly undoing it, letting him feel every inch of the fabric passing over the back of his neck as it was removed. His neck was so sensitive, and he always reacted so prettily to anything even teasing near the area, either going taut like a bowstring (as he was now), or his eyes would go dark and hazy as his body relaxed into the touch. The tie was discarded to the floor as Battat pulled them in for another kiss.
They nibbled at his lips, and Battat whined into the kiss, tightening his grip on their hair. Ooh, that was a new feeling! It was almost like he was holding onto something in their chest, to where they had little choice but to move where he was tugging them. Oh, that was nice. Of course, that had to be rewarded somehow, Pluey thought, and started nibbling up his jawline.
Battat made an uncertain noise, tensing as he pulled Pluey away. They tilted their head, confused, but stayed where he’d moved them. It took a moment for Battat to find his words, scratching at his jaw where Pluey was biting him. “Sorry. The, uh, the little nibbles feel weird, I don’t think I like it. The deeper bites with more pressure are good, though. Just— just don’t leave any marks outside of what’s covered by my clothes, alright?”
They’d have to ask him more about that later, when they could both think about words better. For now, though, Pluey gave Battat a thumbs up to show they understood.
Battat relaxed slightly. “Thanks. You know how I get about touch sometimes.” They nodded, then tugged at his shirt. His face went green. “Oh. Right. Here, let me—” he moved to undo the buttons, hands quick and efficient even when stripping for them. Soon enough, he was pulling off his shirt and tossing it carelessly into the pile.
Battat sat still, blushing slightly as Pluey’s eyes raked over him. His neck and the majority of his torso was white, but much like his face, there were green freckles scattered across his shoulders and chest. About halfway down his upper arm, there was a dramatic color gradient from white to the green of his hands, and Pluey was fairly sure that there was a similar gradient on his upper thighs. His chest was completely smooth in a way that was only typical of extensive healing magic, though there were a few fairly recent-looking incidental scratches. He was skinny, but not as skinny as he had been before they’d started dating. He’d built up some belly fat, and Pluey couldn’t easily see his ribs anymore. That was good, it meant he was eating better (and it meant they’d be able to bite more areas safely).
Battat spoke up, “W-well? Are you gonna actually do something, or are you just gonna stand there staring at me?”
Their mouth was watering, they realized, swallowing hard.
They closed the distance, kissing him hungrily. Rather than kissing a line down to their target once they broke for air, this time Pluey moved quickly, suddenly biting down on Battat’s shoulder. He yelped, one hand fisting itself in the blankets and the other in Pluey’s hair, holding them in place.
A pulse of heat coursed through them. This was exactly what they needed, what they were hoping for. They moved their jaw back and forth slightly, not releasing their grip, and Battat gasped, arching his back. He was being so responsive, too, so much more than they were expecting, and they loved it.
After the initial shock wore off, Battat loosened his grip. Pluey held on for a couple more seconds, then slowly released the pressure and started kissing and licking the area soothingly, Battat giving a shaky sigh in response. They momentarily debated sucking a hickey into the spot, but noticed with a rush that they had bitten down hard enough that a greenish mark was already starting to form. Fuck, that was hot.
They moved to his other shoulder, gently kissing and licking at their target. Battat squirmed slightly, but when one of Pluey’s hands shifted from the bed to around his waist, he went still. Pluey purred, he was being so good. They closed their mouth around the sensitized area, slowly increasing the pressure.
“Haaa— ‘kay, that’s good, please,” Battat said, just shy of outright moaning the words. Pluey stopped there, running their tongue over the skin in their mouth and gently caressing his side as a string of swears filled the room. They felt lightheaded.
After a bit, they released the pressure, Battat nearly falling boneless to the bed, only barely managing to hold himself upright. Pluey chuckled, picking him up by the waist and shifting them around to be laying on the bed, Pluey straddling his legs (he looked so small under them, laid out like this, and it was doing funny things to their head). Battat was blushing excessively at their change in position, he looked almost dazed for a moment.
They almost moved in to bite him again, but Battat recovered quickly. “H-hey! Not fair!”
Pluey tilted their head, confused. Battat looked embarrassed, but doubled down. “It’s not fair that you’ve got me like this and you don’t even have your shirt off…”
Pluey grinned. Oh, is that all? They sat up, making direct eye contact as they started unbuttoning their shirt. Unlike Battat, they were looking to tease, and were taking their sweet time. If they had their tail on, it would be twining around one of his legs right now.
Battat, ever impatient, reached up to help, but Pluey grabbed his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head. They saw him visibly swallow, feeling a thrill go up their spine. Well, that looked promising. They squeezed his wrists, then moved their hands away, tracing down his arms as they brought them back up to the buttons.
Battat stayed put for a few seconds, then (slowly, as if testing the waters) moved his hands to Pluey’s thighs. He didn’t try to move them higher, and it felt good, so Pluey didn’t stop him. They slowly exposed more skin, making sure their eyes never left Battat’s even as his own gaze was following their hands.
Finally, their shirt came off, getting tossed in the vague direction of the clothing pile. Their own body wasn’t much to look at, thanks to the ambient shadowguy magic obscuring most nonessential details, and they weren’t generally a fan of what they could see. But Battat was staring at them, gaze hot and heavy as it traced over their chest and down their stomach, and Pluey didn’t know what to do with the emotion that sparked, so they leaned down and kissed him deeply. Belatedly, they realized they were purring, but didn’t care to stop.
Carefully, gently, Pluey tilted Battat’s head up, exposing more of his throat. His breath quickened, but he didn’t seem scared, and wasn’t telling them to stop. They leaned back in, gently kissing his throat with barely a hint of teeth. He drew breath to say something, and they closed their teeth around the skin, gently biting him (while being careful to not actually cause damage).
It wasn’t a lot of pressure, but it made whatever he was about to say transform into a moaned, “Fuck, Pluey—!” Oh, they had to hear him say their name like that again.
They moved lower, away from the ever-tempting danger zone of his throat, and bit into his porcelain-smooth chest. Hard. They alternated at the spot between gently licking, sucking a hickey into his skin, and biting the surrounding flesh. Battat made the most beautiful moans, especially when he wasn’t trying to say anything but their name.
They were mid-bite, relishing in how Battat arched into their touch, when they heard the door open. It could only be Jongler, so they didn’t react too dramatically, though their momentary flinch did make them bite harder than they’d intended. It did make Battat’s voice crack beautifully over their name, but they didn’t want to push too far.
They finished their bite, looking over to the door. Jongler had gotten out of costume (as expected) and was standing motionless as they stared at the two of them, obviously blushing. They let out a low whistle in an impressed tone.
Battat slapped a hand over his mouth, mortified. He looked like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head. That was a shame, they were having so much fun. Had he changed his mind? Or had he just forgotten their plans? Hopefully he’d just forgotten.
Jongler sat on the bed, gently taking Battat’s hand. “Aw, c’mon Batts, don’t be embarrassed. Lemme hear your pretty sounds.”
Battat bit back a whine, instead muttering, “Sorry, I forgot you were coming…”
Jongler didn’t seem offended, gently squeezing Battat’s hand before letting it go. “Well, it sounds like Plue’s been doin’ a fantastic job, den,” they said, leaning over to give Pluey a kiss, which they happily reciprocated.
As they pulled back, Battat asked, “Should we change positions so you can join? I mean, I know you don’t have a mouth, but you can still be bitten, if you want.”
Jongler shook their head, sitting back (but still within arms reach, even for Battat). “Nah, I’m good, I just wanna watch, if dat’s alright.”
Pluey blushed. Oh, they had an audience now. That was new.
Battat seemed to be in a similar mental boat, as Pluey felt him shiver under them. “Suit yourself,” he said, clearly faking nonchalance.
Pluey gave Jongler another quick peck before turning their attentions back to Battat. The spot on his chest they had been relentlessly attacking was already bruising teal, so they shifted to the other side of his chest, licking him a few times before biting down.
Battat gasped, a hand jumping to their upper back. His slight claws felt good on their skin, just like when he would pet them. They started repeating their performance from before, lovingly marking his chest. It didn’t take long for him to get over his stage fright and start making lovely little noises again.
Jongler hummed, partway through unbuttoning their shirt. “How’s it feel, Batts?”
Battat couldn’t even scrape together enough of his brain to give a sarcastic response like he might otherwise. “Good, it’s so good, Pluey, please—!” They bit down again, forcing him to cut himself off with a high-pitched whine. He was panting like he’d run a marathon. Pluey’s skin tingled from arousal.
They gave the second bruise a featherlight kiss when they were finished with it, and Battat shuddered. God, he was a wreck. They shifted, kissing a line down the middle of his chest towards his stomach and incredibly biteable belly fat.
They didn’t get far before Jongler figured out what they were doing, leaning in and speaking quietly to them in a low rumble, “Try draggin’ ya teeth instead of kissin’, Plues.”
Pluey did as they suggested, scraping their teeth down his abdomen, and Battat writhed, clawing at whatever he could reach as he swore. The hand on their shoulder scratched down their back, leaving fire in its wake, making them moan. His other hand scrabbled at the covers for a moment until it latched onto Jongler’s hand. If he had more leverage, he would have been bucking his hips, but he didn’t, so Pluey just felt his muscles tensing under them. Fuck, that was hot.
Pluey bit Battat’s stomach, feeling absolutely decadent. He felt so good to bite into, and his big reactions only pushed Pluey to do it again and again. He was still trying to move his hips, but that would make it harder for Pluey to get a good grip, so they held him down. It didn’t take much effort, and he seemed to like being pinned earlier.
“Ohh fuck, Pluey, it’s so much—! Ah!” He babbled, grabbing their hair like it was tethering him to the world.
“You’s both so pretty like dis, you’s doin’ so well,” Jongler hummed, and Battat whined at the praise. Their shirt was still on, but that was more by technicality than anything else. Pluey stared at their completely bare chest (muscles…) as Jongler’s hand carefully traced their buttons, not pushing them (yet) but definitely making contact.
The thought that Jongler was watching them, getting off to them and what they were doing to Battat, pinged around Pluey’s head in glowing neon lights.
They’d been staring too long. Jongler made ‘eye contact,’ grinning wolfishly as they said, “Go on, Plues. I said you’s doin’ good, didn’t I? Enjoy yourself.“
Again, just like earlier over the headset, their voice wasn’t dramatically different from normal, but something there made Pluey feel good, good like getting their hair tugged, good like seeing Battat starting to bruise in circles of teethmarks.
They did as they were told, biting into Battat’s stomach and practically burning with need. He was such a beautiful canvas for them, and for a moment they lost themself in their pleasure, marking him up with needy, urgent bites, listening to him losing it, feeling him trembling under them. They could tell Jongler was trying to keep quiet, but every so often a quiet groan or a few murmured words of praise would slip out, adding more fuel to the fire.
Pluey was almost dizzy with arousal when Battat’s moans started sounding more like whimpers. They looked up, and his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. He was so beautiful, even like this (especially like this, ravished and overcome).
“D’ya need a break, Batts?” Jongler asked, squeezing his hand gently. Battat didn’t respond, just breathing hard. Oh, that wasn’t a good sign. Shit. Pluey gave their most recent bite a gentle kiss and reluctantly pulled away some, giving him space to collect himself. Battat whined at the loss of contact, and Pluey didn’t move back in to shower him in love. (They wanted to, but if he was actually doing badly, it wouldn’t help to overwhelm him.)
“Whaddya need, Batts?” Jongler asked, and Pluey quietly marveled at how they could so easily switch mindsets. They still felt hot and restless, barely held back by a thin tether.
“I- I don’t know,” he said, shutting his eyes hard against the tears. “I’m sorry, please, I don’t, I can’t—” he cut himself off with a whimper, a single tear escaping and tracking down his face. He was so beautiful.
“Okay, yeah, dat means it’s break time,” Jongler said. Pluey quickly shifted to sitting up properly rather than looming over him. Battat wiped at his eyes, frustrated.
Guilt washed over them like a tsunami. Oh shit, they pushed too hard, didn’t they? Fuck. Shit. Damn it. “ (｡•́︿•̀｡) ” they apologized, curling around themself as sympathy tears started welling up.
“Hey now, none of dat, Plues,” Jongler said, reaching an arm around them. “Ya did good, ya didn’t do anythin’ wrong, Batts just needs a break, alright?”
Battat was still laying flat on his back, now both hands covering his face as he tried to scrape his composure back together. Jongler gently tugged them closer, and set their own hand on Battat’s shoulder.
“Dis okay?” It took a moment, but he nodded, taking a shuddering breath.
“D’ya want us to leave for a minute so you’s can get yourself back together?” The shake was immediate and aggressive. Emphatic no, then. That was good, they hadn’t fucked up enough that he wanted them to leave.
They sat in silence for a minute, trying to ignore how Battat was clearly crying behind his hands, trying harder to ignore how it wasn’t doing anything to lessen how turned on they were, their crotch tingling shamefully. They kept their hands around their shoulders in a self-hug, refused to let themself flex their thighs for pressure or friction. Not the time.
After a bit, Battat sat up, wiping away his tears. “Sorry, I don’t know what that was.” His voice was strained, choked with tears. He cleared his throat. “I’m good now, I’m alright to try again if you two are.”
“ (‘A`) ” Pluey warbled, unwilling to brush past it that easily. They felt like shit for doing that to him, they felt worse for not hating seeing him start to cry from what they were doing.
“Yeah, Batts, we do kinda need ta know why ya started cryin’ like dat,” Jongler said, rubbing Pluey’s shoulder comfortingly.
Battat looked irritated. “I said I don’t know. Can we move on?” Jongler shook their head, unyielding. He looked away, curling in on himself.
After a pause, “Can ya try explainin’ what ya felt like before ya started feelin’ teary?” they asked patiently, leaving a hand within easy reach.
Battat blushed. It had receded while he was crying, leaving only a slight blotchy green pattern, but now it was starting to come back. “…Good. Pressure. Hot. Watched,” he listed, stilted. “And then it was just… a lot. And I got restless, and I couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it, and it was still good, just…” he trailed off, shrugging. “I needed something badly enough that I started crying, but I honestly have no idea what it would be.” He shook his head, dispelling the thought. “I just got overwhelmed, that’s all.”
“Dey weren’t biting too hard?” He shook his head. Pluey felt something in their chest unclench, sighing with relief. They wiped at their eyes, willing away any hints of tears. It wasn’t a good look on them, (even though it was a really good look on Battat).
When they looked back up, Battat was handing them their notebook and pen. They made a questioning sound, but it came out awkwardly flat and discordant. Great.
Battat wasn’t looking at them. “You’re upset. Why?”
They flipped to a clean page. Fuck, they really didn’t want to explain themself. Their hand shook slightly as they wrote, “I’m upset because I thought I hurt you badly enough for you to start crying.”
They showed it to both partners, and Jongler poked them gently. “What’s da rest of it, Plues. You’s both terrible liars.” Battat visibly bit down on a comment about how he was ‘using up all his lying skill by being Mike,’ instead turning back to Pluey with a curious expression.
They sat, pen in hand, for a few seconds, writing nothing. Finally, in small letters, they scribbled, “I don’t like that I liked when you cried.”
Their partners barely got a chance to respond before they were writing again, “I thought Battat was pretty when he cried, and I liked knowing I was the one who overwhelmed him like that, and I feel awful because he was having a bad time and I was enjoying it.”
Their partners took a few moments to read, and it felt like an executioner’s axe was poised over their head.
Battat spoke hesitantly, “Pluey, you realize that’s not somehow worse than what we were already doing, right?”
What.
“Like, you were literally biting me hard enough to bruise, and I was having a good time.” He shrugged, “It’s really not that bad. I’m not gonna try to cry on purpose, but that’s just because I don’t like the sensory aspect. I’m not upset at you.”
Pluey didn’t really know what to do with that. They’d think about it later. For now they shrugged, and Battat seemed to take it as agreement with his point.
“Now dat’s taken care of, do y’all still wanna keep goin’?” Jongler asked after a moment. Both they and Battat nodded, good. “Den can I suggest you’s switch positions? ‘Cause Batts did say you’d be biting each other, but he’s the only one getting bitten dat I’ve seen. Ya don’t have to, obviously, I just think ya might find it fun.”
Pluey only needed to consider it for a moment before agreeing. Might be fun, and if not, they can always switch out, right? Besides, Battat deserved a little revenge. As a treat.
Battat was a little more hesitant, still a bit shaken by the wild emotional changes of the past few minutes. Still, he agreed.
Pluey laid down willingly, flat on their back. Battat studied them for a moment, the slightest blush of lime on his features, before he climbed on top of them, straddling their hips. They remained still, even as just that amount of pressure nearly bowled them over with sweet relief.
Jongler had shifted back to where they were earlier, finishing taking off their shirt and tossing it behind them somewhere. Battat was sitting on top of them, already starting to blush again. He leaned over them, arms bracing against the bed, bracketing them in.
He started kissing them, moving slowly, presumably trying to work himself back up to the point of biting them. They didn’t mind, they liked kissing him. They could be patient. They could wait.
…probably.
Because the thing was, now that they were laying under him, they couldn’t stop thinking about how they were being watched, and by both their partners. Battat didn’t initiate things like this often, but when he did, he was very… observant. And Jongler was barely a few feet away, just watching the pair of them, and (Pluey confirmed with a glance) they were already starting to trace their fingers over their buttons again. If they were on top, they could distract themself by focusing on making Battat feel good, but with him just kissing them? The feeling was intense, it was hot, and they couldn’t ignore it.
Battat broke away from kissing them, running a hand lovingly through their hair, claws scratching at their scalp, and Pluey shivered, pressing into it. Battat dipped back down, this time to kiss their neck, tugging them by their hair so he could get a better angle. They gasped. Fuck, yes, more of that.
His teeth gently pressed into their shoulder, slowly increasing in pressure. Oh, that felt interesting. They could see why Battat liked it, even if they didn’t have words for why. They tapped his arm right when it bordered on painful, and he held them for a few seconds before releasing.
He moved back just enough to look them in the eyes. “Was that good?”
They gave an enthusiastic thumbs up, nodding. He grinned, scratching their scalp in a way that sent sparks down their spine. He bit them in almost the same spot, hard, and Pluey gasped.
He moved slowly, alternating between bites and kisses and leaving hickeys, trailing his hands up and down their sides. He was being so gentle, the bites standing in sharp contrast to his tender affections and sweet noises muffled by their skin. Occasionally he would pause just above a bite mark, letting his warm breath ghost over their skin, making them whine and shudder. His weight on their body was perfect, especially with how he had to keep shifting to stay balanced, giving them at least some of the friction they craved. It was taking everything in them to stay still and let him work.
Battat had paused just above them after sucking an exquisite mark into their stomach. “Hah, it’s a shame you don’t bruise like I do, Pluey. I’d love to see that,” he said. They tried to hum agreement, but it came out much higher than they intended, more of a squeak than anything. They cleared their throat and tried again. Better. Fortunately neither of their partners seemed put off by the harsh noise. On the contrary…
Battat’s hand was back to toying with their hair. “Yeah, you like that idea? Being all marked up under your uniform?” The mental images flashed of themself covered in yet-darker bruises, of their partners purposefully pressing into the marks and the lovely ache that would follow, of doing the same to Battat and watching him squirm. Heat pulsed through them, and they couldn’t stop the whine that slipped out as they nodded.
Battat kissed the mark he’d been hovering over, humming into their skin, and Pluey arched into his touch. They heard a quiet, breathy, “Good, you’s both so good, so pretty,” from Jongler. They loved their partners so much, they felt dizzy.
Battat bit down on a sensitive part of their chest, and their vision fuzzed at the edges. They moaned, bucking their hips, and the feeling was so good. From the sweet, desperate noise he made as he nearly lost his balance, Battat agreed.
Battat pulled away slightly, and Pluey would have sobbed with need if his expression was less comedic. Dots were visibly connecting in his head, and his expression was somewhere between embarrassed and incredulous. Out of the corner of their eye, they saw Jongler visibly holding back a laugh. It was admittedly funny, but Pluey needed him to focus. They shifted their hips pointedly, and a startled moan escaped him as Pluey felt his thighs clench. He moved back in, kissing them in apology before biting at the same spot on their chest while grinding against them. Fuck, yes, finally, there we go, that’s better.
Battat kept biting at them, leaving invisible bruises that tingled pleasantly when he trailed his fingers over them. Between bites, he panted, “Pluey, I’m a fucking idiot.” His voice was ragged, they couldn’t get enough.
They tried making a questioning tone, but it came out as more of a whine, high and reedy.
“I needed you, I needed this,” he said, grinding down on them and making them see stars. “I needed it so badly I started crying, Pluey.” He’d looked so beautiful, crying for them. He bit them again, and they keened, clawing at his back. They were practically thrusting against him, reveling in the sensations.
He continued biting and kissing them, his hands trailing over them and squeezing their stomach, chest, waist, wherever he could. Their own hands were around Battat’s waist, helping him keep his balance on top of them. They made sure to let him move this time, and god was he moving. Their bruises throbbed in time with their racing heartbeat, radiating tingling pleasure through their whole body.
At their side, Jongler was pushing their buttons, gaze transfixed. Their voice was gravelly as they spoke, “You’s both look so good, so perfect. I love you’s both so much, fuck, I can’t believe you’s lettin’ me watch dis.”
At the reminder they were being watched, Pluey vocalized an embarrassingly high, breathy sound. Battat wasn’t much better, biting their shoulder too hard in a way that exquisitely accented the near-burning pleasure coursing through the rest of their body.
“Fuck, please,” Battat begged, squeezing his eyes shut. His breath was hot on their skin. “Please bite me, please, ah—”
How could they possibly refuse? They partially sat up, propping themself up on an arm, and held him by the back of his neck as they bit his shoulder. Battat clawed at their back as he writhed on top of them, sending fireworks up their spine.
They bit him again, and again, and he just clung to them, almost incoherently babbling, “Thank you, thank you, ah, fuck, yes, mngh—!”
They felt so close, a knot of tension in their stomach forming as Battat desperately humped them, praise fountaining from his lips. Jongler was trying to keep quiet, but their gaze was laser-focused, and the occasional muffled swear would come out. They were so close, they just needed something.
That something turned out to be Battat yanking their hair. Their voice broke, and they clamped their jaws around a bruise on Battat’s shoulder as they climaxed, pure pleasure pulsing through them. They felt electric, they couldn’t see anything but stars. Distantly, they heard Battat screaming in pleasure as his hips rocked against theirs.
The moment lasted an eternity. Fortunately, Battat stopped moving before it became overstimulating. They released him from their jaws, pressing a gentle kiss to the mark as he shuddered. His hand was still in their hair, petting them gently. Waves of pleasure gently lapped at the edges of their brain. Fuck, that was good.
Battat was breathing like he’d just run a marathon. He eased off of them, wincing slightly as his muscles complained, laying down flat on his back. After a moment he said simply, “Wow.” His voice was ragged.
Pluey laughed, feeling bubbly. They had to agree with him, that was a “wow.” They patted his leg affectionately, turning to Jongler with a sappy smile.
Jongler was fully maroon in the face, hands trailing shakily over their buttons. They cleared their throat. “Thank god da room is soundproofed,” they joked, voice shaking. Pluey tilted their head, concerned. “W-we should prob’ly get cleaned up, yeah?” Their hands didn’t stop moving. Well that was confusing.
Pluey shifted positions to kneel in front of them, leaning in close, and Jongler’s next sentence died in their throat. They raised an eyebrow, and Jongler broke eye contact. “I-I’m alright, Plues, ya don’t need ta…”
That sentence died too as they reached toward Jongler’s chest, their buttons, stopping mere inches away. They looked up, noting their partner’s carefully measured breaths.
When their ‘eyes’ met, Jongler whimpered. They’d never made a sound like that before, not when Pluey was there to hear, and the sound echoed in their mind. They grinned, making contact and caressing their chest. Jongler’s shaky whine was all too worth it.
Pluey was careful to not actually press their buttons at first, remembering an earlier conversation about how intense it was. Instead, they caressed them, squeezing their muscles and fat, kissing them everywhere they could reach, watching their reactions as they lost control.
Jongler’s hands were gripping the bedclothes, and they were clearly holding themself back from pushing Pluey out of the way and pressing their own buttons. They were making all kinds of sweet, desperate noises. Pluey glanced over their shoulder between kisses, checking on their other partner. Battat had rolled onto his side and was watching with interest, face a dark green.
When Pluey finally had mercy and pushed one of their buttons, Jongler keened, arching their back as their hands flew to Pluey’s thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” Battat said, sounding dazed. Jongler shuddered, breath hitching. Oh, that was fun. He kept talking. “You’re doing so well, Jongler. So good for us.” Pluey punctuated the statement by pressing a different button, and Jongler moaned.
They kept going like that for a bit, Pluey pushing their buttons while Battat kept talking about how good they were, how beautiful they were, how much he and Pluey loved them. Pluey was using their mouth for other purposes, kissing and licking Jongler’s chest and buttons, enjoying the little static pops to their tongue.
Jongler climaxed fairly quickly, which was more than understandable given the circumstances. Pluey watched, transfixed, as they thrashed, gripping their thighs for dear life. If only they bruised visibly, they thought mournfully, they would love to see the marks from that.
When their orgasm finished crashing through them, Jongler leaned back, visibly relaxing their muscles. “Ohhh fuck, dat was good,” they said, seemingly only half-aware they were speaking. Pluey gave a quick kiss to the side of their face before shifting to the side, letting their legs sprawl. They leaned into Jongler’s side, cuddling them.
“Agreed. Pluey, you have fun?” Battat asked, stretching.
They nodded. “ (〃∇〃) ”
Jongler chuckled. “Dat sums it up pretty well,” they said, sounding winded. After a couple seconds, they spoke up again, “We should prob’ly get cleaned up, go shower or somethin’.”
Pluey gave the idea a thumbs down, sticking their tongue out. They wanted to stay here and cuddle. They made grabby hands at Battat, who was laying down not touching either of them. He shrugged, crawling over and climbing on top of them both, nestled in the middle. One of Jongler’s arms reached up around them, petting them gently. They started purring. Hell yeah.
They glanced down at Battat’s body, taking stock of all the bruises and bite marks they’d left. He looked perfect. Eventually they’d heal and fade, of course, but in the meantime, wow. It really was a shame they didn’t visibly bruise, they’d have to see if they could find a way to see themself without so much ambient magic.
That would be a tomorrow problem, Pluey thought. Jongler scritched at their scalp, and they made a very catlike “mrrrrp.” Battat turned, pressing a kiss to their arm (the easiest thing for him to reach). They felt warm, loved, surrounded by and surrounding their partners.
Jongler would give up on the idea of getting cleaned up soon, and they’d lay down together and keep cuddling, half-asleep, until someone brought up the need for food.