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"You thought I wouldn't notice?" Skizz snickers, tugging on the little chain connecting three of Impulse's piercings. He said - he swore that he didn't have any piercings - not anymore. But Skizz knows differently. Especially when he caught the noise of slight jingling under Impulse's jersey when he dived in for a hug. Or when he caught the feeling of a beaded chain under said shirt, right under his hand.
"You just can't help but be a slut, can't you, Dop?" Skizz chuckles when Impulse whines softly and leans into the tug on his piercings. A beautiful golden chain connecting looped rings on his nipples as well as a similarly looped piercing that adorns his cock. Every pull Skizz does, every little bit of movement, makes Impulse squirm with need. Pre is drooling from his tip and coating the pretty jewellery until it looks polished.
"Just gonna take our jerseys off, god knows those are soaked after that!" Skizz had told their fellow Hermits after MCC, "especially Impulse's. Haha, darn sweat."
Now both men stood in front of one another, shirts off and pants uncomfortably tight. For Skizz, at least. For Impulse? His trousers are pooled around his ankles and his underwear is neatly tucked under his throbbing balls.
"I can tell you want me to touch you," an evil expression coats his face, "give you a prize for being the big winner today. But honestly? this is such more fun. Should get you a pretty, heavy medal to hang from your sensitive cock and nips. Fuck...when we're home you're in for something, whore."
"Andy...please." Impulse gasps when the Y-shaped chain is being tugged on. His nipples are throbbing deliciously and his cock hurts so good. "You--I'll do anything..." He's leaning against an unused desk that is being stored in the storage closet the two are uncomfortably stuffed into.
"Hm..." Skizz scratches his stubble, "as tantalising as that is...I think I want to see you squirm for the next seven hours..."