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A new face at the campfire was always a call for celebration, even if said celebration was marred with the new teammate’s initial confusion and horror with the situation they had been unwillingly thrown into. Though none of the other survivors would ever wish their fate upon another person, it was a relief regardless to strengthen their ranks with the unique skills and knowledge that the greenhorns brought.
Just like every piece of fresh meat before him, Felix’s arrival was no different – a surge of black smoke spitting him out at the border of the campfire, a barrage of questions directed at the few present survivors who weren’t actively in trial, denial, fear, tears, and finally acceptance as he mingled with the others and came to realize that there was no going back to his old life.
Whether it was a means of coping, or simply a hard to kick habit, Felix maintained the charming, outgoing facade he had kept up in the outer world. It made it easier for him to work with the other survivors, quickly earning him their trust and companionship as he blew through his first few trials with unanticipated ease. Between his smooth talking and sleek good looks, it didn’t take long for Felix to become a staple of the campfire social circle and a favorite amongst the survivors with an appreciation for refined men.
Despite his popularity, not everyone was a fan of him, and one survivor in particular really didn’t appreciate the sudden shift of the limelight. Being one of the longest standing survivors of the bunch came with some unique aspects, and in David’s case, that aspect was a wildly inflated ego. He was the King for a reason, and not just because it was his last name – everybody looked up to him for help and guidance, and he certainly believed he was well fancied by many of his peers. The fact that his popularity could be so easily stolen away by some well polished German bastard was a thorn in David’s side that just dug deeper and deeper the longer Felix was around.
In trials, David would do his best to play hero as usual, rushing to protect his teammates, only to find that Felix, the damned slick asshole, would already be there, leading the killer away from an injured teammate with a clever distraction. At the campfire, he would offer to walk the younger survivors through his old boxing routines, but they’d just turn their noses up and make some excuse about how god damn Felix was gonna teach them about his old architecture work and how he applies it to the trials.
Felix, Felix, FELIX, was all people would talk about, and it became a burning mantra in David’s head that only managed to enrage him more. He didn’t want to admit it, but the jealousy was consuming him whole. He wanted so deeply to hate the blonde prick that had drawn all eyes off of him, but the man in question made it just about impossible to do so. Felix’s charm and kindness didn’t just stop with the women of the group, it extended to everyone – including the much disgruntled David.
As much as he tried to avoid him, it was easier said than done with the limited range of the survivor’s realm. He’d frequently come back from a trial, unable to get away from the fire quick enough before a cheery German accent would pierce the air and hold him hostage.
“Ah, David! Wie geht’s?”
“Oh, David! Could you run me through that one trick you use to get away from killers?”
“David, you look like you had a good trial!”
Ever so incessantly friendly and annoyingly persistent in his efforts to loop David into dropping his distaste for him. Even if he wanted to, David couldn’t just be rude to him or walk away without any response – he had an image, a golden standard to uphold amongst his peers. So, instead he’d just grit his teeth and bear through his searing hot anger as he’d play nice with the object of his rage.
Every sickeningly sweet, cordial conversation Felix attempted to hold with David would just further conflict his feelings towards the man. How the hell was he supposed to hate him when he was so damned polite and attentive to him? It was like having a golden retriever in a suit following him everywhere he went, begging for his attention and companionship. The more Felix tried to charm his way into David’s good favor, the more David’s complicated feelings began to build up into internalized frustration.
Being locked up in a tiny realm with very few safe, private spaces to escape to made it difficult for everyone to let their feelings out, and while David was certainly used to bottling his feelings up, he wasn’t anticipating the effects that blockading his feelings regarding Felix would have. Much to his horror, those effects became disgustingly apparent when he was forced into a trial with Felix.
There was nothing new or exciting about the start of the trial – just the same old smokey fade in to the corn fields of Coldwind Farm, the dusty air and sting of the blazing sun a familiar feeling to David after many trials spent there. Having spawned in with Claudette, a survivor he trusted immensely, and a generator to their left, he figured it would be an easy win.
His cockiness was near immediately shattered when Nea bolted past him, a downright pissed Spirit hot on her heels. Claudette was unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire, going down just as a generator popped off across from the house, her screams echoing across the fields as the Spirit took her to hook, refusing to take David’s bait to lead her away. David was mildly grateful for whoever the fourth survivor was – at least they were getting something done while chaos unfolded on his side of things.
David crept towards Claudette’s dangling body, watching cautiously as the invisible footsteps trailed off in the direction of the completed generator. He made a quick dash to heft her off the hook, but didn’t account for the Spirit suddenly appearing from the cornstalks to his right. He grimaced as he braced for her katana to come down across his back as he was still pulling Claudette down, but the strike never came and instead a resounding crack and an agonized wail sounded through the air.
As Claudette took off running in the opposite direction, David spared a quick glance to see what had happened. The Spirit had made the mistake of passing through a section with a pallet to try and get him, and Felix, that horrendously wonderful bastard, had shown up just in time to bring it down on her head. As the Spirit regained her bearings and stood straight, throwing a venomous snarl in Felix’s direction, Felix managed to flash David a quick cheeky grin – perfectly straight, white teeth gleaming in the harsh sunlight in a way that irritated David deeply.
“Go patch her up! I’ve got it from here!” And then he was off running, leaving David to follow the blood trail that Claudette had left, all while fuming over Felix having played hero of the trial yet again. David tended to her wounds, hands shaking with anger, which he had simply played off as adrenaline.
Taking care of Claudette had proved to be useless, as she was rapidly picked off – body ascending into a dark, yawning maw in the sky as the second generator of the trial went off. With Claudette sacrificed, Nea down to her final stretch, and the Spirit barely giving David and Felix a chance to stop and repair generators, the chances of making it out alive were looking slim.
David had tried his best to keep the Spirit occupied and away from Nea as she finished up the third generator, but his attempts to keep her distracted with shouted insults and thrown objects were fruitless, as Nea went down and joined Claudette in the Entity’s grasp. With Felix and David being the only ones left alive, the generators were quickly forgotten about. They managed to cross paths by the corner of the fence without running into the Spirit, exchanging an exhausted glance as they mulled over their options.
Felix stood straight and brushed dust and leaf bits from his blazer, grimacing as the movement tugs at the gaping wound reaching from his left collarbone to his right oblique. His slender fingers dip into the pocket on his chest, gently lifting out an intricately designed key.
“I’m already injured, I’ll be the easier target. You should take this and try to find the hatch.” Felix whispers, his steel grey eyes set deep with determination.
“Are ye fuckin serious mate?” David scoffs, his brows furrowing and casting a deep shade across his eyes. “I’m the senior survivor in this situation - it’s my job to get ye out ‘live.”
Felix huffs a soft, pained laugh, meeting David’s glare with another stupidly perfect smile. “If I’m going to be here for eternity, I might as well get used to dying, ja? If you get to live, that makes it worth it.”
The sincere statement paired with the radiant smile catches David off guard, his stomach flipping for a brief second and dusting his cheeks a light pink. A wave of disgust at his reaction washes over him, and for a brief moment he feels as though he’s going to vomit all over Felix’s dusty dress shoes. “Just cos ye wanna play savior, doesn’ mean I’m gonna let ya.”
There’s a moment of silence, and then Felix chuckles – his eyes crinkling at the corners as he tosses the key into David’s broad chest, leaving him scrambling to catch it before it falls to the ground. “Seniority or not, you don’t get to control my actions David. I happen to enjoy playing savior.” He starts backing away into open space, his shoes scuffing through the dirt. “Get out safe! Tschüss Bär!” And with that, he turns heel and bolts towards the house in the middle, his pounding footsteps undoubtedly drawing the attention of the killer.
David stares after him, mouth agape in disbelief as his stomach writhes loops around itself like an eel out of water, unable to shout for him to stop or wait. Whether it was a combination of the anger and adrenaline, or just a simple physical reaction to Felix’s bold action, David is horrified to feel a spark of arousal light in his gut. He pushes down the shameful feeling with a shudder, vowing to work it out with a vigorous set of training sometime after the trial.
He turns to survey the area, trying to think of where the hatch may have appeared this time. It hadn’t been by the shack, and it wasn’t by the house, so that left the corn fields as his best bet. He slinks across the open space to the nearest wall of corn, scowling as his cock twinges against the crease of his hip. He could see Felix and the Spirit in the distance to his left, the two locked in pursuit and far enough away that he wouldn’t be spotted.
He broke into a light jog as he pushed his way through the corn stalks, keeping an eye out for the distinct metal square in the ground. Just as he noticed a break in the corn and the slight glint of the hatch door ahead, his attention was stolen away by a cacophony of rustling stalks to his side. Before David could react, a katana blade whipped through the surrounding plants, leaving a deep gash across his face.
David howled in agony as he stumbled backwards, his foot catching in a downed corn stalk and twisting with a pop as he fell on his back. His arms flailed as he tried and failed to stay upright, sending the key flying into the corn field. He was barely able to gather his bearings before the Spirit loomed into view, her blue face twisted with rage as she raised her weapon over her head, readying herself to bring it down on David’s heaving stomach. Having lost any hope of getting hatch, and being in too much pain to move in time, David just screwed his eyes shut in anticipation of the blinding pain to come – blood rushed in his ears, the roaring covering up the sound of a distinct clink followed by a soft hum.
As the blade began to fall, two hands fisted in the back of David’s jacket and yanked him backwards just in time, leaving the blade to bury into the ground between his legs. The hands continued to drag him as quickly as they could through the corn, the hum of freedom starting to grow louder. David’s eyes flew open, head snapping back to stare at the person pulling him towards the hatch. Felix stared back at him, offering him a bashful smile as he panted with the exertion of running for so long and dragging the much heavier man. “Thought I told you to get out of here safe.” He chuckled, looking up nervously as the Spirit let out a high pitched scream, wrenching the katana out of the soil and taking a step towards the pair.
She was walking towards them much faster than Felix could go between his injuries and the weight of David. David watched in hopeless horror as she aimed to strike again, lunging to pierce through both of the men with one blow. Just as the blade began to whistle through the air, Felix’s arms wrapped around David’s midsection, pulling him into his chest as they both began to freefall backwards, the cold, crisp air and deep hum of the hatch welcoming them into its depths.
David watched in awe as the Spirit’s face glared down at them from the square in the sky, growing smaller and smaller as they drifted into the dark. Felix’s warm breath brushed against David’s neck, sending a chill down his spine and making him starkly aware of how the man’s front was tightly pressed against his backside. “Lucky escape, ja?” As his brain is slowly enveloped by the fog, David tries, and fails, to ignore the way that the far-too-close honeyed rumble of Felix’s voice goes straight to his still semi-hard member.
David lets out a sharp gasp as the fog clears from his head, the black smoke dissipating as he reappears at the campfire. The fog had taken his physical injuries, but unfortunately left his injured pride intact – along with his somewhat obvious chub. He shoves his hands into his pockets, hoping it would be enough to hide it as he looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
Much to his dismay, Felix fades into reality across the camp, shooting him a bright smile as he rushes over to David and clasps his hand on his shoulder. “That was exhilarating! I can’t believe we made it out alive!” As his voice pitches in excitement, his accent grows heavier, tongue wrapping exotically around each word like an aphrodisiac punch directly into David’s already frazzled mind. All the color drains from his face, and he feels an overwhelming sense of shame and disgust as the warm, strong hand on his shoulder and the increasing presence of Felix’s accent causes his dick to swell up against the palm he’d been using to hide it.
His mouth gapes stupidly, opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tries to force out some kind of response. He sighs and furrows his brows, struggling to grasp at what few straws of composure he could find. “David? Are you alright? You’re looking unwell.” Felix’s fingertips gently massage into David’s tense shoulder, his eyes softening in concern as he leans in closer.
“Ugh – I’m fine, I’m alright, just let go of me! Just… too close a call for my liking.” David grunts, the color returning to his face in a rush of bright red. He brushes Felix’s hand off his shoulder and shuffles away, casting an offended glare at him.
Felix looks hurt for a moment, his eyes widening and soft pink lips parting as his hand stays suspended in the air for a moment. David feels a little bad for being snappy with him, but the feeling is quickly overridden by another sharp throb of his cock as his eyes drift over Felix’s lips. “Thanks for the save, but I need to go… do some important stuff. Catch you later.” David mumbles, turning away and storming off into the treeline.
“Tschüss?” Felix calls out, staring on in confusion as David disappears into the dark.
David’s mind races in a hundred different directions as he speeds through the trees, muscle memory taking him a path he’d walked many times before when he needed to get away from the others.
Have I gone fucking insane? I get that I’ve experimented in the past before, but I thought I was over that! Men aren’t my damn thing – so why the FUCK am I losing it over this twat? I hate him! There’s no fucking way that prick has me bricked like some pathetic hormonal teenager. What if he saw? What would he think of me if he saw me like this? Shit shit shit shit SHIT!!
His thoughts trail off into a jumbled mess of confused feelings as the trees begin to thin, giving way to a small clearing full of yellow gold flowers. He let out an irritated huff as he leaned back against a tree and dragged an exasperated hand down his face, the sight of the flowers doing little to ease his babbling mind.
Despite the distance he’d put between himself and the source of his problem, he found himself still unbearably hard. His dick throbbed sharply against the confines of his pants, its need growing more and more urgent by the second. David’s face twisted in shame as he fought with himself – he wanted so badly to touch himself and chase that sweet release he’s been lacking for so long, but deep in his gut, he feared that by giving in to those urges he would be handing more power and control over his feelings to Felix. If he relieved himself now, would he be affirming the fact that Felix really did get him aroused?
For a moment, he stared down the unopened Pandora’s Box of unprocessed thoughts and emotions sitting in the back of his mind, weighing his options and what consequences would come nipping in the aftermath. Another aching throb of his cock drowns out any logical thoughts he may have been conjuring up, and he groans in frustration before sealing his fate by popping open the front of his jeans.
As he slides his pants down his hips, his dick springs out almost violently, the head an angry shade of red as it juts up in an accusatory manner. David is full to the brim with humiliation, but that doesn’t stop him from wrapping a fist around his tip, smearing the copious amounts of precum gathered there across the heated flesh. He moans under his breath as molten hot pleasure races through him, unable to hold back as his hand slides from tip to base and then back again. It had been a long time since the last opportunity he’d had to pleasure himself, so the sensations are almost overwhelming in their intensity.
Each stroke of his palm dredges up horribly wonderful images in his head, amplifying his arousal tenfold. He hates himself for thinking like this, but he just can’t help it – whatever it takes to let everything out, right? Instead of his own hand around his length, he imagines Felix’s long, slender fingers wrapped around him. The delicate yet strong appendages work fluidly up and down his shaft – thumb swiping against David’s engorged, dripping tip with each pass.
His palms are so much softer than David’s, his hands free of callouses or scarring, and showing evidence of being well taken care of in his Earthly days. The thought makes David’s head spin as he lets out a guttural groan, picking up the pace as he eagerly chases his release. His length thrusts up into his hand as he pictures Felix’s hands moving to his hips, gripping bruises into the flesh when he pulls him in for a messy kiss, grinding their hard lengths together.
His mind spirals with hungry curiosity as he tries to piece together what Felix’s dick would look like – is it long? Thick? Cut? Uncut? Is the tip the same perfect shade of pink as his lips? David cries out as his filthy imagination brings him closer to the edge, his cock swollen and weeping for its imminent release in his rapidly moving fist. Just as that delicious coil of pleasure wound up in his gut starts to reach the point of snapping, a soft chuckle from behind him stops his hand, and what would’ve been an amazing orgasm, in its tracks.
“Heilige scheisse, is this why you were so tense, Bär?”
David shouts in surprise, ripping his hand away from his aching cock as he scrambles to cover himself up. “Motherfuckin HELL Richter, can’t a man get some privacy in this damned place?!” His voice pitches up in embarrassment and rage.
“Oh relax, no shame in it. It’s just the two of us here. You always seem so on edge around me – I wanted to talk to you, attempt to reach common ground with you. I certainly didn’t realize I’d find you like… this.” Felix leans his shoulder against the tree, his eyes shifting a stormy shade of grey as they trailed down to where David’s hands covered his furiously throbbing erection. “Though had I known I’d find you like this, I would’ve confronted you sooner.”
David glares at him, sneering as he moves to regretfully shove his unfinished business back in his pants. “Did ye follow me with the intent of humiliating me? Cos congrats, y’ve achieved it. Now leave me the fuck alone, voyeuristic freak.” He turns to storm away again, only to be stopped by Felix’s hand wrapping firmly around his bicep.
“Correct me if I’m wrong David, but it looks an awful lot like you’re into me.” David doesn’t even have to turn around to pick up on the shit-eating, smug grin plastered all over Felix’s face and voice.
Pandora’s Box swings open full force, nearly knocking the wind out of David as he swings around to stare at Felix in disbelief – every single unprocessed thought and emotion surges forward at once like a messy, lust filled tidal wave. “W- What the fuck are you on about?! I’m not a fuckin fairy, I like women! You wouldn’ catch me dead bangin one out to a man-”
Felix just smirks harder, taking in the view of David’s beet red, sweaty face and prominent bulge. “Ah, really? Because I most definitely didn’t see any women around when we were alone in that trial – unless getting hacked up by the Spirit really does it for you.” David tenses, his eyes going wide. “You think I didn’t notice your reactions to me, David? In high society, being able to read others is a crucial trait. Doesn’t help your case that you’re easy to read as an open book.”
Felix stalks closer, eyes twinkling with glee as he takes note of the way David gulps in anticipation and shrinks in his presence. “I’ll cut you a deal, King. If you drop the act and just admit that you’re attracted to me, I’ll fuck you like der klein hure you are. I’ll make you cum harder than anyone else has ever made you cum before.” The German words roll effortlessly off his tongue, voice practically dripping in velvety sin as it sends a harsh shiver up David’s spine.
David’s mouth presses into a thin line as he mulls over his options, face shifting away from Felix’s intense, hooded gaze. As much as he hates to admit it, Felix is an incredibly attractive man – certainly more attractive than the blokes he had experimented with in his wild early adulthood. Gay or not, surely there’s no shame in being attracted to someone as gorgeous as Felix, right? It’s not like choosing to fuck him would magically convert David into some cockhungry bitch, especially considering how no other man had ever managed to illicit such a strong response from him before.
If he accepted, he’d get the opportunity to blow off all his steam and have some no-strings-attached fun. If he denied it, he’d just be blue balling himself and leaving the door open for more frustration and unprocessed feelings. His pride was already down the drain, so what else did he have left to lose? Standing straight and rolling his shoulders, he casts a wary glance at Felix’s obnoxiously smug face. “Alright, I’ll accept. This better be worth my time. How… exactly are we doing this?”
Felix grins, his eyes lighting up like a predator locking onto its prey. “You ever bottomed for a man before?”
“Only once… I’m not opposed to the idea, if that’s what y’re implyin.” David’s face burns bright with embarrassment as he remembers the ex who had taken his anal virginity – he hated to admit it, but having his ass taken got him off quicker than anything else he’d ever tried before.
“Ah wunderbar! Then be a good boy and strip for me, schlampe.” A shiver of pure arousal licked up Felix’s spine as he intently watched his new toy.
David gulped, his mouth suddenly growing dry as everything rapidly became blisteringly hot. Nervously, he shed his jacket to the ground and pulled his undershirt over his head, tossing it aside. He hooked his fingers in his waistband and rapidly tugged them down, gasping slightly as his length caught in the elastic of his boxers before flinging out and audibly slapping against his abdomen.
Felix groans as his eyes follow the movement, feeling his dick pulse at the sight of how red, swollen, and dripping David’s cock is. He follows suit and bares himself as well, taking an almost animalistic pleasure in the way David’s mouth gapes as his eyes drink in the sight before him. Felix may not be as buff as him, but he’s well toned in all the right places, with smooth skin and well groomed body hair. David’s eyes fill with feral hunger as they go southbound, following the neat trail of soft brown hairs down his abdomen straight to the main prize.
It’s gorgeous – long and slim with a slight upward curve, and it’s cut, giving David a perfect view of the way that Felix’s pale complexion gives way to a blushing tip just as beautifully pink as his lips. David can’t hold back the whine that slips out as he imagines himself peppering kisses down that happy trail and along his shaft before greedily taking him into his mouth. Felix smirks at the desperation evident on David’s face, gripping himself in his fist and giving a couple of teasing tugs. “Like what you see, darling?”
David’s eyes snap up to meet Felix’s gaze, his features colored with embarrassment. He goes to object in an attempt to guard what little is left of his ego, but Felix beats him to it, practically purring as he thrusts into his hand. “Of course you do, my filthy fucking slut.” The dirty words wipe whatever remaining fight was left in David’s head, leaving him glossy eyed and slack jawed. Felix beckons him closer with his free hand as he swipes the precum off his tip with two fingers. “All fours, facing me.”
There’s no resistance in David as he rapidly drops to his knees, fingers fervently digging into the soft grass in the hopes of grounding his lust-addled mind. He looks up at Felix in an almost reverent manner, his pupils so dilated that they nearly eclipse the deep brown of his irises.
A devilish grin splits Felix’s face, eyes sparkling with delight at how quick the bigger man was to obey him. “Good boy, David. So fucking cute – bet you’ll look even cuter when I have you cumming on my cock.” The words send a sharp electric shock of arousal through David, and he whines and rocks his hips into empty air as the man towering over him lowers to one knee and holds his fingers out, the tips slick with precum. “Open up. I’m sure you know what to do, Bär.”
David’s lips part eagerly, moaning softly as the smooth, salty flavor of Felix’s precum glides across his tastebuds. His tongue laps eagerly at the tips before cupping the sides as he takes them in, cheeks hollowing out as he sucked on the fingers and looked up at Felix through his eyelashes. Felix growls at the sensation of David’s warm, wet mouth encompassing his fingers, his cock twitching with the need to take the other appendage’s place.
When he feels they’re sufficiently coated in saliva, he pulls them out with a wet pop, straightening his posture so his hips align with David’s face. He doesn’t even need to tell him what to do – David leans forward, rubbing his cheek against Felix’s pulsing length and leaving sloppy kisses along the blue vein visible on the side. His plush lips kiss the tip, pulling away with an obscene string of saliva and precum, before he opens his mouth and sinks down as far as he can. His throat convulses as the tip hits his uvula, the wet gagging only serving to make him more horny.
Felix hisses at the way David’s mouth tightens around him, rolling his hips as he leaned over the other man and traced a wet fingertip against his rim. David lets out a pleased hum and arches his back to give him easier access, lavishing the underside of Felix’s cock with his tongue to show just how desperately he wants it. Felix slowly sinks the tip of it in as he forces his dick deeper into David’s throat, groaning at the way both rings of muscle immediately grip him like a vise.
David’s eyes roll into the back of his skull as he loses his ability to breathe, nostrils flaring and throat flexing around Felix’s girth. The finger pushes deeper, nudging every nerve ending as it works David open. He whines wantonly against the cock in his mouth, fighting to release it so he can speak. Felix reluctantly removes his finger and backs up enough to let David slip off, the man sputtering and gasping for air as drool drips down his chin. “More, please, I need more!” He begs, looking up with glossy eyes and puffy lips.
Felix chuckles, arousal burning hot through his torso as he takes in the sight. “Mm, should’ve known one finger wouldn’t have been enough to satisfy a boy cunt as needy as yours. I’ve got you darling.”
David suckles on Felix’s tip, rolling his tongue over the slit and grunting as two fingers prod at his entrance. As they push in, the pleasurable burn of the stretch causes David to keen needily, neglected cock jolting at the sensation. The last time he’d played with his ass had been years before the Entity had taken him, and lord knows how long he’d been here – he’d forgotten just how much he loved it.
The fingers scissor inside him, causing him to shudder and cry out against the flesh inside his mouth. The vibrations only encourage Felix to push deeper, his fingers nudging against David’s prostate. The sudden jolt of pleasure almost causes David to cum, but he barely manages to hold on by a thread, distracting himself by focusing on the way Felix’s soft, hot skin feels against the flat of his tongue. He loses himself in the hypnotic rhythm of their bodies moving together – each thrust of Felix’s fingers corresponds with a bob of his head, the movements working in tandem like a well oiled machine made solely for his pleasure.
A particularly harsh gag drags him out of his submissive mind state, making him well aware of the way that Felix leans over him, forcing his cock deeper down David’s throat in the process. Felix traces his mouth against David’s lower spine, soft lips contrasting with the rough stubble along his jaw, and leaves a gentle kiss on his ass before sinking his teeth into the ample flesh. The sharp sting combined with the crescendo of pleasure induced by the fingers inside him twisting deep is too much for David to handle – his throat clamps down around Felix’s dick as his own jerks into the air, painting the grass beneath him with his previously denied release.
The sudden tightness of David’s throat combined with the vibrations from his moans and whimpers are nearly enough to bring Felix to his own completion, but he grits his teeth and pulls out, leaving the man beneath him gasping for air and groaning as his muscles spasm in the throes of his orgasm. Felix practically radiates smug satisfaction as he stands up and stretches, his playful and lithe figure reminiscent of a large cat about to dispatch a small animal it had been toying with.
He gives David a moment to collect himself, staring down at his sweaty, heaving shoulders as he slowly strokes himself. As the aftershocks slowly begin to fade away, David chances a glance at the man towering over him, another lightning bolt of pleasure shooting through his system when he notices Felix’s hungry gaze upon him. Felix squeezes his fist around the swollen base of his cock, giving David a lopsided smirk. “Wow, I didn’t even have to touch your schwanz to get you off. You really enjoyed me fingering your ass that much?”
David huffs in embarrassment, face somehow growing more red despite its already flushed state. “It’s been a while, okay. I-”
Felix cuts him off with a delighted chuckle. “Oh darling, no need to get defensive. That was so fucking hot. I was right, you’re cute when you cum – damn shame it wasn’t on my cock though… Think you have it in you to cum again, Bär?”
As if responding to the question for him, David’s softening dick twitches and begins to swell again. “Is that a challenge?”
The air practically ripples with excitement as Felix grins, moonlight gleaming off his teeth. “If that’s how you wish to see it…”
He slowly stalks around David’s side, each footstep amplifying the tension between them. When he finally kneels behind him, David is already fully hard again and shivering with anticipation. Felix teasingly slides his length between David’s cheeks, lightly rutting between the two soft globes of muscle while purposely avoiding where he wanted him most. “You want me to fuck you? Ask me nicely, darling.”
David whines, arching his ass up into Felix and casting a pitiful, tear-wetted glance back at him. “Fuck– Felix please! Please fuck me, I need it!”
Felix lets out a content hum and obliges, slowly pushing his tip into David’s slick puckered hole. Even with the previous prep, it was still a tight fit. David hisses, gripping the ground beneath him while tears prick at the corners of his eyes as a result of the sweet, burning stretch of penetration. Felix’s fingers grip tight onto David’s hips, desperately trying to maintain his self control as he slowly pushes himself deeper.
The feeling of David’s blazing hot insides convulsing around his cock is almost enough to send Felix into a frenzy. Every muscle in his body aches with the feral need to let loose and pound his muscular bottom into the dirt, but he holds himself back, opting instead to huff through gritted teeth as he sinks in inch by pleasurable inch. By the time his hips are flush against David’s ass, both of them are dripping with sweat and panting.
Felix tries to be mindful of David’s comfort by staying as still as possible, but David has other ideas – intoxicated with the mind-melting mix of pain and pleasure, he bucks his hips back onto the dick impaling him and lets out a deep moan. Felix’s nails dig crescent moons into the skin of David’s hips as the last tethers of his self control finally break. He pulls himself almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward and hilting his cock fully again. David wails at the sudden shock of pleasure, his ass spasming around Felix’s length.
Felix rolls his hips into David, gently stroking the indentations he left in his skin as he leans down to press wet kisses along the shell of David’s ear. “You’re so filthy, David. Letting someone you barely know fuck you out in this forest where anyone could see you. Are you really that desperate for my cock? You couldn’t care less where we are, only that I’m fucking you like you need. Such a dirty fucking slut.” Felix purrs, accenting ‘slut’ with a sharp thrust and a slap against David’s ass.
David sobs at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body, fingers ripping up the grass beneath him as he tries to grip onto something to keep himself grounded. Each maddeningly slow stroke of Felix’s cock leaves David trembling, his walls gripping onto the invading flesh like a lifeline.
“Scheisse, you’re so verdammt tight!” Felix groans as David’s insides clamp down impossibly harder, the rough growl of the German words having a clear impact on the submissive man. “Ohh, you like that? Fuck– Sehr gut. Was für eine verdammte Hure! Gefällt dir der Klang meiner Stimme? Perverser.” He picks up the pace, pounding into David as he sucks a hickey into the crook of his neck.
The sound of their skin slapping echoes through the clearing, accompanied by their increasingly loud moans and grunts. Despite having cum only 15 minutes prior, David can already feel himself nearing the edge again, his balls tightening in overstimulated anticipation. Felix chuckles, his hot breath puffing against David’s ear and sending a shiver down his spine. “You’re getting close mein haustier, I can feel it.” One of his hands slips under David, wrapping around his furiously throbbing dick. “Beg me to fill you up, beg for me to breed you like the little schlampe you are – only then can you cum.”
David whines at the sudden stimulation to his sensitive cock, his moans coming out high pitched and choppy between his hiccuping sobs. “Plea-eeeaaase Felix, FUCK– you feel so fucking good, I need you to fill me with your cum. I need it so fucking bad! Please cum in me, please!!”
The sound of David’s fucked out, pathetic voice stokes the fire in Felix’s veins and he starts thrusting faster, moving his other hand to pin David’s chest to the ground while he strokes along his length. He growls, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as David’s submission fuels his overwhelming arousal.
“Gooood boy. Now – kommen für mich.” David cries out, vision going white while he rocks his hips back against Felix, his ass grips Felix’s cock in a chokehold and thick ropes of his cum paint the already dirtied ground. Felix groans at the sudden vise grip around his length, managing a couple more stuttered thrusts before stilling deep inside David and pumping him full to the brim.
Their sweat slick bodies stay pressed together for a moment while they gather their senses, the only sound in the clearing now being their ragged breaths. With a happy sigh, Felix withdraws himself, snickering at the wet pop of his departure and the sad whimper that David lets out. David’s trembling limbs finally give way to exhaustion and he barely manages to diverge his fall just enough to not land in his puddle of release.
The post-nut clarity hits him like a train, all the hectic feelings that were once contained in his mental Pandora’s Box, now left running rampant along his crossed wires. The only clear thought to break through all the chaos is Did that really just happen? He’s too caught up in his frantic overthinking to notice Felix approaching him and kneeling over his torso.
“So fucking cute, Bär.” Strong fingers grip David’s face, tilting him to look up at Felix’s flushed face – the sight of his usually tidy hair, now out of place in a golden messy halo around his smiling eyes, is almost enough to make David’s dick come to life again. “That was the most fun I’ve had in a while. We’ll have to do it again sometime, ja?”
David stares at him, struggling to conjure up a response in his dazed state. The logical part of him was screaming for him to disagree, to keep denying his feelings towards the man despite how desperate he’d been for him just moments ago – the part of him that was sick and tired of the boring repetition of the Entity’s realm, the part that craved something new and exciting, won over. “Mm, I suppose…”
“Wunderbar! Glad we were able to sort things out. Hit me up whenever you need to release some… tension.” Felix places a quick kiss on David’s cheek before getting up and collecting his discarded clothing. “Tschüss Bär!”
David watches as Felix quickly gets dressed and walks into the forest, turning his face skyward once the man has disappeared from sight. A crow in the distance starts to croak, almost as if laughing at his inner turmoil. David drags an exasperated hand down his sweaty visage and groans, suddenly very aware of all the aches and soon to be bruises on his body, as well as the dull pain radiating from his behind. As he stares at the ever shifting fog in the sky, he sighs and mutters to himself. “God ‘m so fucked…”