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Looking over the cliff, Wemmbu stares at the craters- the dead bodies, the thousands of weapons and shards of broken glass splattered all over the dirt caverns. If he looked closely, he could see how the dirt was stained with blood.
He wasn't much better off himself; his tiara askewed, hair crumpled and knotted, entire body covered in blood. But honestly? He couldn't complain. Not one bit. Not when the victory on his tongue tasted so good, not when working with Flame of all people turned out to be the best decision he's ever made.
"Flame, look at all of this.." Wemmbu mutters breathless, his eyes still stuck on the destruction, barely paying attention to the rustle of armor behind him. "It's all.. hah.. it's all destroyed."
Wemmbu's about to make another comment, opens his mouth to speak, when he gets pushed off the cliff by heavy hands. Son of a bitch.
A yelp escapes his lips before he can stop, quickly flaring his wings to glide off the edge, preventing a deadly drop. Of course Flame betrayed him. Of course he wanted that stupid rematch as soon as they killed the army. Of course Wemmbu put his trust into someone who didn't trust him back.
Letting out a huff, Wemmbu lands in a small crater, pulling Gambit off of its hold on his belt and immediately getting into a fighting stance. "Really? Now?" Wemmbu asks exasperatedly, tilting his head to the side slightly as he watches Flame approach.
Flame only chuckles, unsheathing Fragger, giving it a good slice into the air as he takes another step closer. "Yeah. We defeated Law, I'll defeat you." He says without a hitch, lunging at Wemmbu immediately, trying to gash his side.
Wemmbu manages to move out of the way in time, only leaving a tiny cut in his shirt. Everything was finally dawning on him. Getting betrayed. Murdering a thousand people. His entire body throbbing in pain. He ignores it all.
With a quick flap of his wings and the last of his fireworks, he flies up into the sky before plummeting to the ground, macing Flame. His totem pops, watching his skull break and reconstruct within seconds. Flame doesn't stutter though, a smug smirk on his face as he throws himself at Wemmbu, slicing his torso.
With a gasp Wemmbu falls back, making a run for another cavern he made with the orbitals, trying to give himself more time. To give his body time to heal. But without any golden apples, his wound just continued to bleed out. He mumbles, cursing to himself.
"Can we just-" Wemmbu huffs again, turning around to deflect a hit from Flame's sword. "Postpone the fight?"
"What? Giving up already?" Flame bickered, landing a kick to Wemmbu's gut, making him heave violently as he fell to the floor. "You don't seem so strong anymore without your tricks."
Gritting his teeth, Wemmbu stares up at Flame before pulling out his last stab shot, the sound of the fishing rod breaking in half echoing slightly into the air. He watched with delightment as Flame got launched into the sky with the explosion, yelling out a curse as he went flying.
It gave Wemmbu a little bit of time to run again, but he didn't get far before his knees gave out below him. Goddamn it, he wasn't done yet.
Behind him he could hear footsteps rushing towards him. With a grunt, Wemmbu tosses himself into an old stab shot crater, letting himself fall down onto a jagged rock, making him gasp and scream in pain.
"You can't run forever, Wemmbu!" He could hear Flame yelling after him, jumping down into the hole slowly, landing carefully and not wildly like Wemmbu did.
"Fuck you.." Wemmbu spat out, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue from his previous heaving. Shakily, he sits up, leaning his head back against the rough rock of the stone. He watches warily, gripping Gambit with white knuckles, still ready to fight to Flame if he stepped even one inch closer.
Of course, Flame's response is to laugh. Laugh at Wemmbu! Laugh at his injuries! "What, you giving up?" He teases, stepping down onto a stable rock, staring down at Wemmbu with a shit-eating grin. "Gonna admit I'm the strongest?"
Wemmbu wanted to retort. He wanted to fight, wanted to punch Flame's stupid face until it caved in. But his body aches, each muscle screaming for rest. Dully, in the back of his mind, he knew he'd never be satisfied if he kept running in loops, trying to kill Flame when he knew very well he'd never win again.
Flame already had enough time to learn his fighting style, how to dodge and escape his nukes. Flame was adaptable, smart, and unbelievably strong. Wemmbu hated it.
Biting his lip, he holds back a groan of pain as lifts his arm up, holding out his mace- Gambit. He could see Flame's eyes light up for a split second, a wave of excitement bouncing off of him, before watching it drain as the mace fell down the hole dramatically, banging against the rocks loudly.
"Yeah- you can be the strongest. I-I don't need to be strong anymore." Wemmbu mutters, his eyes falling shut as he let his body fall back against the stone. A part of him still trusted Flame, trusted him to not kill him with his guard. Another part of him expecting a swift stab to his throat, ending his life immediately.
Flame seems to freeze for a second, completely silent as he thinks. "That's it? You're just.. giving up?" Wemmbu nods, and Flame huffs out a fake laugh to fill the silence. "You realized skill beats power, realized you'll never be the strongest?"
Wemmbu lets out a sigh, the sound coming out closer to a whine as pain gnaws at his sides. "Yeah.. whatever you say, buddy." Eyes still closed, he wraps his arms around himself, clutching uselessly at his wounds.
Flame remained silent.
The wounds weren't enough to kill Wemmbu- he might pass out, get a nasty infection, but he was confident he wouldn't die. But without any gaps? He was stuck here. He could barely move, and he was alright with that. He was honestly just too tired to care.
"You're bleeding out." Flame states, stating the obvious as if Wemmbu didn't feel the blood trickle down his skin. Wemmbu hums, smiling faintly.
"No shit.. wonder why." Wemmbu teases before wincing as a sharp ache hits his back. Probably his wings, maybe he tore them.
Distantly, he can hear the sound of somebody getting closer, stepping down into the hole. Probably Flame getting ready to kill him once and for all. He wouldn't mind going out to Flame. Killed by an honorable person, someone who deserved the title and revenge on him. Someone who for once respected him.
Something falls into his lap- soft, landing without a sound, a hint of sweetness coming out of it. Tearing his eyes open, he finds Flame's figure right in front of him, still standing tall but weapons now drawn back.
Craning his neck down, ignoring an uncomfortable pop, he sees a golden apple landed in his lap, shining slightly, looking so delicious and appealing. Immediately, he looks back up at Flame, giving him a questioning glare.
"Eat it." Flame ordered, his voice annoyingly softer compared to just moments ago. When Wemmbu just blinks dumbly at him, he lets out a frustrated sigh, crouching down in front of the other male.
Reaching up, Flame grips Wemmbu's chin, forcing his mouth open before grabbing the apple, making him take a bite. "Chew, or I swear I'll leave you to rot." He threatens, but Wemmbu can tell he's lying.
Wemmbu had half a thought to bite down onto Flame's fingers and rip them off, be a brat, but at this point, he didn't care about their stupid rivalry. He took a bite, then slowly took another, before devouring it. It's a bit embarrassing to be hand fed by your enemy, but Wemmbu knows they're alone and secluded.
When he finishes it off, Flame wipes his hands off before patting Wemmbu's head, avoiding his horns. "Good boy." He murmurs before standing back up and offering Wemmbu a hand, glancing off to the side to ignore his gaze.
Pulling Wemmbu up to his feet, he helps steady him by setting his free hand onto his shoulder. The golden apple had helped all of Wemmbu's wounds, but his body was still exhausted, his legs shaking. His wings were still injured, wounds poking through both sides and bald spots lacking feathers where fire burnt.
He didn't care anymore, leaning into Flame's hold before completely letting his body go limp onto his. He can feel Flame stiffen under him, but his hands still stay on him, keeping him upright. Wemmbu just buried his face closer to Flame's neck, feeling the warmth of his bare skin.
"Wemmbu?" Flame asks quietly, tapping Wemmbu's side to try and get a response. Wemmbu remains unmoving, completely silent, but Flame can still feel his eyelashes fluttering against his skin every time he blinks. He knows this bastard is still awake.
He sighs, shifting his hold on his ~~friend~~ rival. "Wemmbu, you idiot, get off of me.." Flame can feel the man in his arms hum softly, the vibration tickling his neck. "If we're not fighting then let's get out of here."
He gets no response.
Glancing down, Flame spots Wemmbu's mace that he dropped, the steel reflecting off the sun. It was a pretty sight, the enchantments glinting. Unfortunately, its wielder was limp and useless in his arms. This was going to be a hard walk home.
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Carrying Wemmbu was easy. He was light, lean, no problem to carry even with one arm. But Wemmbu and his maces? Flame was tired of it.
But luckily, he was approaching his base, trudging through the mesa, nearly tripping over the dead bushes every other minute. He knew the Law would probably be looking here as soon as they regeared, but Flame didn't care. Plus, the hidden base below it has yet to be found, so he deemed it safe.
Walking through the door, Ashen greets the both of them with a tiny bark, standing up on his back legs to rub against Flame's knee. Sadly, Flame was not able to pat his boy on the head because he had to carry his mortal enemy down into his bunker.
"Wemmbu, time to stand.." Flame grunts as he sets him down, watching as Wemmbu just stumbles, barely able to land on his feet. He just laughs as he unlatches the cover to his secret base, slipping down the ladder before letting Ashen jump into his arms to get down, finally patting him on the head.
Ignoring the man he's been carrying, Flame turns around and heads towards a barrel, fishing some clothes out of it, listening to the sound of Wemmbu slowly climbing down into the room.
Glancing around, Wemmbu takes it in. The secret base was just a bedroom and bathroom it seemed, cozy with tons of red accents, an undone bed sat in the corner with the most appealing looking blankets Wemmbu had ever seen in his life.
Stretching, Wemmbu yawns, cracking his back slightly as he steps towards the bed. It's probably Flame's. He wonders if it smells like him.
But as he's about to flop over and pass out a hand grabs onto his wrist, pulling him back and throwing clean clothes at his face. "Don't fucking touch my bed when you're dirty." Flame reprimands. Wemmbu lets out an over exaggerated whine, voice cracking.
"Bro, I'm not that dirty!" He complains, pushing Flame's shoulder before sulking over to the bathroom, kicking the door shut before locking it.
The bathroom was clean, a small, fuzzy rug sat in front of the sink as he looked at the mirror, taking in his appearance. Maybe Flame was right. He was a fucking mess.
His tiara was falling off, the clips that held it in place nowhere to be seen, hair frizzled and knotted. All of the physical injuries are gone, but there's still blood and dirt smudged all over his face and clothes, his pristine white shirt utterly ruined. And his makeup? Completely gone and smeared.
Sighing, he pushed himself away from the mirror, turning towards the tub and turning on the water, preparing for a bath. Flame probably wouldn't mind, he was the one who told him to clean up anyways.
In the room, Flame was able to hear the water pour, tying his locs into a loose ponytail, starting to take off his armor and replace his own clothes with clean, comfy articles. He also took the liberty to wipe off all the grime on his skin, cleaning himself up as best as he could while Wemmbu took up the shower.
When he finished, he finally replaced his blindfold with a clean one, this one being a nice red color he enjoyed. Wemmbu was still in the bathroom, taking his sweet time, so Flame started gathering potions and medical supplies, dropping them onto the bed.
Once Wemmbu finished up himself, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel laid loosely around his shoulders, soaking up water from his hair as he scrunched it softly.
When Flame looked at Wemmbu he damn well nearly lost his breath. His clothes on Wemmbu. It looked domestic, seeing Wemmbu wear a loose T-shirt that rode up just slightly, the sweatpants hanging onto his hips just perfectly. He looked casual, cozy. Flame was addicted to it.
"Bro, you need to get bath salts and candles, that would literally make it the best bath experience ever." Wemmbu rambled, making his way over to the bed and flopping on it, eyeing Flame and the medical supply. "What's that for?"
Flame hums, taking his eyes off of Wemmbu to look at the potions. "Bro, you only had one golden apple, you're still hurt."
Wemmbu chuckles, "Aw, you worried about me?" He teases softly, fluffing his wings out before letting them flare and fall back. "Trust, that apple fixed everything." Flame raised a brow.
"Dude, I can literally see through your wings, there's literal holes." He rolled he eyes as he was speaking as if Wemmbu could see it. Sitting with his legs crossed, he grabbed a potion of regeneration, handing it to the man across from him.
Complaining under his breath, Wemmbu grabs it, eyeing it suspiciously before plugging his nose and taking a sip, nearly gagging at the taste. Flame just sits and watches, painfully patient.
"Eugh-" he sputters, his face scrunched up and sour as he hands the potion back to Flame with it still half full. "That's fucking disgusting, what kind of potions are you making?" Flame sighs, taking the bottle knowing this was the best he'd get.
"The strong kind." He answers simply, grabbing a potion of healing and pouring some onto a rag. "Give me your wrist. Dominant one." Flame requests, holding his free hand out with his palm up.
Reluctantly, as if he wasn't the one who practically went limp in Flame's arms, Wemmbu placed his hand in his carefully, allowing him to keep it still as he started dragging the cloth over Wemmbu's bruised wrist. He was disgustingly careful and it made Wemmbu's spine crawl.
It was silent between them for once, no banter, no bickering, not even Flame boasting about how he's stronger. Just pure silence.
"Flame?" Wemmbu says softly, watching Flame's facial expressions best he can as he rubs his wrist, almost massaging it. Flame only hums in response. "Why'd you keep me alive?"
Flame huffs, "You're a good opponent. I don't gain anything if I kill you." He says as if it's obvious, shrugging ever so slightly as he shifts backwards a bit. "Turn around, I'm gonna get your wings."
Wemmbu scoffs, hesitating slightly before turning around and showing his wings off to Flame. "Okay, yeah, but- why do this? Why give me an apple to heal me? You took me to your secret base and now you're fucking.. treating my wounds."
Dumping some more healing onto the rag, he gently brings it to Wemmbu's wings, making him tense for a second before forcing his shoulders to relax. Flame stays quiet.
"I mean, I guess, like," Flame sputters, racking his brain for a technical reason he might've kept him alive for. He didn't have a reason. He just didn't want to see him bleeding out, barely able to move. "I just felt bad for you."
That makes Wemmbu snort, "Yeah, sure, okay, buddy." He says, making his disbelief clear. "Felt so bad you took me home and let me take a bath and lay in your bed. Totally."
Flame only huffs again, ignoring Wemmbu's little tease. He continues to apply the potion to his wings, his hands gliding over the feathers softly. Wemmbu just giggles at him.
"I think," he starts slowly, leaning back into Flame's hold, "you care about me." Wemmbu smiles, his tail flicking playfully behind him. Flame's eyes locked onto the motion before slapping himself out of it, focusing back at the task on hand.
"Shut up." Flame mutters, his face heating up slightly. He moves the rag down slightly, rubbing against another tear he could see. "I don't fucking-"
Wemmbu freezes, his tail going completely still as his wings flap out subconsciously. His shoulders are tense again, and Flame can feel a slight shake, immediately removing his hands from the feathers. "Wemm, you okay? Does it hurt there?"
Wemmbu sucks in a deep breath. "Are you-" He cuts himself off, glancing over his shoulder to look Flame in the eye. "Do you know anything about demon wings..?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at him. Now that Flame can see his face, he can spot the blush growing on his cheeks.
"Uh.. no?"
"Oh my fucking God.." Wemmbu whines, running his palm over his face as he faces forward again. "You know anything about bird wings?"
"Bro, I was raised in the nether, I don't know anything about wings." Wemmbu groans into his hands, his head dipping forward slightly, his hair hiding his face completely.
With a sigh, Wemmbu composed himself, sitting back up straight. "The base and underside of the wings are very.. sensitive. It catches me off guard whenever someone touches there."
"So, like," Flame hums, "it hurts when I touch there?"
"Not exactly."
Flame's quiet as he registers it, thinking about it for a second before it clicks in his brain.
"Oh."
Flame runs his fingers back through Wemmbu's feathers, lingering just outside of what he'd consider the base. Wemmbu shivers, his tail flicking back to life as it starts to wag slowly, but stays silent.
His nails glide down, scratching just barely, softly, and god, he can audibly hear Wemmbu swallow down a noise. Flame so badly wanted to hear it. Drifting his hand down lower, he rakes through the feathers at the base of his wings.
"Flame, I swear.." Wemmbu mutters, bringing his hand up to his lips, biting down onto his finger to prevent all of the embarrassing sounds bubbling in his throat from escaping. He'd never live it down if he even so much as a pleased sigh, so much so leaned into the touch.
A smile grows onto Flame's face as he watches Wemmbu's body tense and freeze. But Flame was focused on how his tail was whipping around wildly, how his wings were puffing up and flaring with each pet.
"What's up, Wemmbu?" Flame hums, his hand sliding further down, closer and closer to the base until he's actually touching them, ruffling the feathers there. They were fluffier at the base, thinner, but so addicting. "Want me to stop?"
Wemmbu groans- glancing over his shoulder to glare at Flame, but all it does is showcase his dilated eyes and red cheeks. "I hate you.."
Chuckling softly, Flame just continues to pet through Wemmbu's feathers, forgetting about the potions completely, solely focused on making him flustered. "You've told me before, baby boy."
Gritting his teeth, Wemmbu fights the urge to punch Flame square in the face. Instead he takes a deep breath, puffs up his wings before twisting to face Flame. "Shut the fuck up." He mutters, face awfully close to the other's.
But Flame is smiling widely, very clearly entertained. "Make me, bro." He teases, leaning forward just an inch to add more of a dare.
Wemmbu huffs, reaching a hand up to grip Flame's jaw, tugging him into a kiss, clashing their lips together. Immediately, Flame melts into it, hand slipping into purple hair to pull him even closer.
Practically in Flame's lap, Wemmbu curls his wings around them, keeping the both of them in their own private bubble, free hand fisting the fabric of Flame's shirt. The hand in his hair inches closer to his horns, before softly rubbing over the base.
He doesn't bother to conceal the moan he lets out, whining into Flame's mouth, the effort of holding back completely disappearing from his body. All he cared about now was shutting Flame up and getting his hands all over him.
Gently, almost shyly, Wemmbu grinds down onto Flame's lap, desperately searching for more simulation anywhere he could reach. He can feel the bulge of Flame's dick through his pants, can feel it press into his ass as he grinds down. He gasps into the kiss, Flame taking the action to his advantage by trailing down his jaw, mouthing down his throat and to his collarbone, licking and sucking into his skin softly.
With his nose pressed against Wemmbu's body, Flame could smell everything on him- and it all screamed Flame. The clothes Wemmbu was wearing were his, the soap he used was his, the shampoo he used was his, everything about this man was undeniably and utterly his. The thought of owning Wemmbu made his mind race with many, many different thoughts.
Tilting his head back, Wemmbu allows more room for Flame to explore, relishing at the feeling of his tongue and teeth raking down his skin, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. “F-Flame, come on..” Wemmbu whines, squirming on top of Flame's lap.
Flame hums, continuing to devour Wemmbu's neck. His free hand slides up the male’s thigh, rubbing closer and closer to the inner side. “What do you need, Wemm?” Flame asks, his voice muffled and barely audible with the way his lips were attached to Wemmbu.
“Fucking- mngh-” Wemmbu grunts, voice going higher until it bleeds into a whine. “Just touch me..” He grits out, raising his hips up before grinding back down onto Flame's lap.
“Desperate, are we?” Flame teases, his hand moving from Wemmbu's thigh to his hip, helping him grind and bounce into his lap more firmly, faster, and it pulls a sharp moan out of Wemmbu's lips.
Wemmbu huffs, “Not my fault..” He whines, gripping onto Flame's shoulder so hard his nails leave dents in his skin. “Stop teasing.”
Smiling to himself, Flame picks Wemmbu up off of his lap, pushing him face first into one of his pillows. “Then let's get right to it.” He rumbles, eyes beaming as he listens to Wemmbu's muffled yelp.
The male below him stays quiet, but he writhes slightly, wiggling his ass around all impatiently. Flame handles his pants, tugging down Wemmbu's- his sweatpants and boxers, noting a wet spot as he tosses them to the side.
Wemmbu's ass was on display for Flame, right in front of his eyes. He looked perfect like this, face down, ass up. He couldn't help but caress his cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal his pretty rim. It seems to pucker at the feeling of his hands on him, needy and ready.
He has to take a step back, grab a potion of fire resistance before going any further. He can hear Wemmbu complain into the pillow, but he ignores him.
“Can I prep you now, baby boy?” Flame asks, uncorking the potion in his hand as he pours some onto his fingers, smearing the liquid around. Wemmbu gave him an affirmative nod and muffled him.
Spreading one cheek with his clean hand, Flame rubs one fingertip around Wemmbu's entrance. “Relax for me, okay?” He says gently, giving Wemmbu a second to breathe before pushing in. “Good job..” He mutters, listening to Wemmbu's tiny little moans as he starts to thrust in.
“Flame..” Wemmbu continues to whine, pushing back onto Flame's finger as he slowly begins to open him up. “I need more.. I'm not- mm- fragile.” He pants, trying to push down further and further.
“Yeah?” Flame mumbles, slowly sliding in a second finger. “Is that so?” He teases, grinning as Wemmbu groans at the stretch.
Nodding into the pillow, Wemmbu huffs. “Yeah.” He echos, squirming and wiggling his ass slightly, trying to tempt Flame into going further. “You can't be- that big.” Wemmbu says in between small gasps.
Flame has the audacity to laugh, to chuckle at Wemmbu as he preps him. “Don't start complaining when I have my fingers up your ass.”
“Just-” Wemmbu groans in annoyance, “shut up and do it.”
Ignoring his pleas, Flame just adds another digit, not bothering to slow down this time. “Not going to fuck you without prep because you're impatient.” Flame speaks sternly, “Just one more minute, you can handle that.”
Wemmbu lets out a gasp as Flame's fingers curl inside of him, nails scraping against his walls. It was delightful, a high he wanted to chase. But it wasn't enough. Not thick enough, not long enough.
“Flame.. come on..” Wemmbu whines, turning his head to the side. Still laying against the pillow, he tries to look back at Flame with a pout. “Please..”
With a small sigh, Flame pulls out his fingers. Wemmbu's wet eyes follow the movement, a moan falling past his lips before he could stop it. He watches as Flame takes off his pants, following with his boxers, leaving his cock on display.
Distantly, Wemmbu can register that Flame's saying something to him, probably some praise. But all he can focus on is his dick. It was big, bigger than average, but not impressive. Wemmbu's had bigger. Still, he thinks it's the perfect size.
“Desperate is a good look on you.” Wemmbu hears Flame say as he lubes up his shaft, stroking up and down, pressing down on his tip each time he reaches it. Wemmbu can tell he's trying so hard to hide the tiny gasps he's letting out.
“Hah.. says the one who got hard just from kissing me.” Wemmbu teases, smirking. Though he can't see Flame's eyes, he knows he's glaring at him.
Wiping his hand off on Wemmbu's ass cheek, Flame then stretches them a part, one hand staying on his hip as he lines himself up. “Not my fault you were moaning so prettily into my mouth.” He says back, nudging the tip of his dick to Wemmbu's hole, rubbing around the rim.
A shiver goes down Wemmbu's spine, biting down onto his lip as he feels Flame's penis. What he notices first is that he is extremely hot. Wemmbu knew he always ran cold, but the feeling of Flame's cock was practically burning. He couldn't imagine what it'd feel like inside of him.
“H-How could I not? You were touching my wings..” Wemmbu sighs out, letting his eyes fall shut as Flame starts to push in.
He goes far slower than Wemmbu would like, but if he opened his mouth to complain, he knew he'd end up moaning embarrassingly.
“You like being touched there, don't you?” Flame asks- already knowing the answer. As he sinks deeper into Wemmbu's warmth, the hand on his hip travels up his back and to the base of his wings, playing with some of the feathers there. “What about your horns? Your tail?”
This time Wemmbu cannot contain the pleased groan from slipping out. “Fuck- hah- fuck you..” He grits, the duel feeling of Flame's dick stretching him open and the stimulation on his wings making his own cock twitch.
“Gladly.” Flame said smugly, letting out a soft sigh as he sinks all the way in, his penis completely covered in warmth. Keeping a hand on Wemmbu's wings, he moves the other to his tail, gently petting the spade tip. The action earned him a desperate moan. “Sensitive?”
Wemmbu so badly wanted to punch Flame in his stupid face, but instead winces and whines below him. “Y-You already know that..” He flusters, the tip of his ears heating up and turning into a bright red. Flame thought it was adorable.
“Maybe I did.” Flame grins, squeezing Wemmbu's tail gently, immediately hearing him cry out. Subconsciously, it wrapped around his wrist, the soft fur tickling against his skin. He patted it softer this time. “Can I move now?”
Smothering his face back into the pillow to hide, Wemmbu nods. “Go..” He mumbles, muffled into the pillow. Flame can't even tell what he said but he takes the initiative, bottoming out.
He gives Wemmbu's tail a soft squeeze before slamming back in, groaning in delight at the feeling. Muffled, Wemmbu mewls, his back arching as Flame's dick glides against his walls.
Flame stays for a moment, giving Wemmbu a second to breathe. His hand trails to the underside of Wemmbu's wings, fisting into the feathers, holding onto them as he bottoms out again, and slams back inside.
They start a rhythm; Flame thrusts in and out of Wemmbu's hole, stroking his wings and tail in time with the thrusts. Soft whines and moans go straight into the mattress, and Wemmbu can't close his mouth with all of the stimulation on his body.
Drool leaks out from the corner of his mouth as Flame starts moving faster, fucking deeper into his ass. “So good for me.. so perfect.” Flame praises, groaning as his balls slap against Wemmbu's skin.
Wemmbu only moans louder and louder with each thrust, voice cracking as he tries to speak. He tries to say something back, tell Flame how good it feels, but all he can do is stumble over his words, muttering incoherent sentences.
“Such a- a good boy..” Flame gasps, trailing his hand down to Wemmbu's ass, squeezing and kneading the soft muscle. Wemmbu's tail only wraps around his wrist tighter, holding onto him and keeping him close.
It goes on like that for a couple of minutes, Flame gritting out compliments and praise as he slams in and out of Wemmbu's ass, keeping up a steady pace. They stay like that until Wemmbu's legs begin to shake and his moans get louder. His cries go straight to Flame's dick.
In one brutal thrust, Flame slams into Wemmbu's prostate, making the man come undone immediately, cock convulsing as he stains Flame's sheets. Flame goes harder, riding him through the high and above.
“Mngh- Flame-” Wemmbu cries, “ah, please!” His walls clench down around Flame's cock, his entire body shaking below him.
But Flame doesn't stop, even after Wemmbu finishes and starts crying from overstimulation, he keeps going, fucking into his prostate over and over again until he's a writhing mess.
“Come on..” Muttering, Flame reaches up to rub at the base of Wemmbu's horn, making his back arch. “So good, baby boy..” He groans.
Wemmbu whines and squirms, cock soft and twitching, the last of his cum dribbling out. His body goes limp in Flame's arms. “F-Flame.. please, god-!” He gasps, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the pillow. Flame was definitely going to need to wash his sheets after this.
Flame doesn't last too much longer, the sight of Wemmbu below him, utterly fucked out of his mind and crying. With one final thrust he slams into Wemmbu's hole, coming inside of him with a satisfied groan.
He drapes over Wemmbu's back, his arms wrapping around his waist as he settles down from the high. Wemmbu is still panting against the mattress, his voice high and whiny.
Flame's lips trail over the back of his love's neck, licking over the skin before kissing it gently. “You did so good, Wemm.” He mutters, “So good for me.”
They stay like that for a couple minutes, Flame's cock giving one more twitch before he slides out, drinking up the sound of Wemmbu's tired whine. He watches as cum dribbles out of Wemmbu's hole, dripping down his cheeks before landing on the sheets.
He presses his finger inside him, pushing some of the liquid back inside, ignoring the little complaint Wemmbu makes at the intrusion.
Stepping back, Flame grabs a washcloth and wets it before wiping the both of them down, cleaning up both of their releases before tossing the dirtied sheets to the corner for him to wash later.
Climbing back into bed he holds onto Wemmbu, brushing his hair back to reveal his blissed out face, cheeks still wet with tears. “So pretty..” He mumbles, holding him closely.
As they drift off to sleep, Wemmbu's wings drape around the both of them, creating their own personal bubble.