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Professor Venomous didn't know why it took him so long to allow the bots to look after the baby for a few hours. They saw him and Boxman addled with exhaustion, and they all insisted on looking after him. Ernesto was especially adamant. And Darrell had more than enough experience with the lambs he was hand-rearing at his farm. After a great amount of convincing (especially once Fink joined in), Venomous and Boxman retired to catch up on sleep.
For one moment, it felt magnificent. It did not last.
Even with Quincy in the care of his older siblings, there was no escape.
Venomous had a hazy dream that he had brought Quincy to bed with him. But he had teeth that just barely scraped over his skin as he nursed - gently at least. The sensation didn't stop as he blearily opened his eyes. He rubbed the dust from his eyes, swearing for a moment that he was still in the dream.
Boxman was still cuddled against him as he was when they fell asleep, arms wrapped lightly around his waist. Venomous hummed, resting his chin on his head.
He stared out at the window, noticing the sun was still out.
The sun waved at him with a chide smirk and turned their sunglasses down to wink at him.
“Ugh.” Venomous snapped his fingers to shut the automatic blinds so only a little bit of light shone through into the darkened room.
He reached over to switch on his bedside lamp manually and settled back, rubbing his fingers through Boxman's hair and feathers while his face was still...pressed against his chest.
He popped alert, blinking with a short gasp, and looked down.
Boxman wasn't just cuddled up against his bare chest but had somehow managed to latch onto him in his sleep.
"Box." Venomous rubbed his feathered arm. "Boxy, wake up." He raised his voice slightly and patted his shoulder.
"Whatisit?" Boxman groggily mumbled, his organic eye fluttering open.
He released his nipple before he was fully awake, only pulling away and nuzzling into his sternum.
"You were sucking on me." Venomous watched him nearly doze off again.
Boxman had only shifted his body, turning so he laid on his side, and brought Venomous with him. He barely registered what Venomous said.
"Hmm?" He paused, smacking his mouth slightly. His eye widened.
"Oh!" He gasped, snapping alert.
"Venomous! I'm so sorrey!" He pulled away. "I didn't realize..." He rubbed behind his neck with a nervous chuckle. "I guess you let down while we were sleeping, and I was in the right place and..." Boxman flustered off. "Well, one thing led to another."
Venomous smirked as he watched him flounder for explanation, watching his face go bright red. Even after three years of marriage, a concealed pregnancy, and a tiny baby, Boxman had continued to be flustered by his body. Even while it was prickled with faint, thin scars from said baby clawing him - and their own intimate escapades.
"You're not upset, are you? I mean, I didn't mean to, it just kinda happened." Boxman's cheeks flamed bright red as he tapped his fingers together, watching as Venomous dripped slightly from the nipple he had just been suckling in his sleep.
"It's fine, Boxman. You don't have to apologize. I think this was bound to happen eventually." Venomous winked at him and kissed him softly on the forehead.
"I really got you going there..." Boxman watched the leak, tapping his fingers together anxiously.
"We should...really check on Quincy." He suggested nervously.
Pushing back his mussed hair, Venomous checked his watch.
"Yeah...it's been…five hours." He sighed.
"Been a long time since we got that." Boxman remarked, breaking his attention.
"Yeah, but I would have fed Quincy twice in that time." Venomous looked up in thought. "Maybe three if he was really cranky."
"Hey, at least he's not clustering like when he was tiny." Boxman ran a finger over some of the scarred-over scratches on Venomous' chest and shoulder, left by the baby's claws before they had a chance to be trimmed or gloved.
Venomous sighed, checking the time again. "And going by his routine, the bots probably would have taken care of him already."
"So…what now?" Boxman mused, sitting upright.
Venomous mused in thought and pulled his watch off, setting it on his bedside table behind the empty cradle. It would be a waste of his own resources to leak like he was until it was more suitable to get the baby back – not to mention, it was uncomfortable.
And Boxman still looked adorably flustered.
"You could finish what you started?" He kissed the metal plating on his husband's head and leaned back invitingly.
"If you're careful not to drain me..."
He watched Boxman go through a series of emotions as he considered the offer.
He blushed brightly, shocked at first, then delighted. He looked away, rubbing his chin, then finally grinned devilishly.
"He won't miss a little bit." Boxman leaned in, tangling his talons in Venomous' hair as he held the back of his head. Venomous could feel his own heartbeat increase, his skin growing warmer. He took the offer faster than expected.
"Besides, you don’t have to worry about it. You taste like non-fat dairy." Boxman teased between kisses. “I’ll leave enough.”
"It's not that sour." Venomous sulked. "And you sure seemed to like it while you were asleep."
“Of course I did. I didn’t mean it like that.” Boxman tutted as he nuzzled under his chin.
“Wait, you’ve tasted it?” He stopped in place.
“Come on, Box, you really think I haven’t?” Venomous rolled his eyes.
Boxman paused, then shrugged. “I should have expected that.”
As he stroked the back of Boxman's neck, he leaned in, brushing his lips softly against the skin. He closed his eyes, feeling the prickle of teeth and drifting kisses, hand and talons gripping and kneading. He started kissing Venomous' chin, then going up along the right side of his neck. Venomous felt his entire body starting to tense as he waited for the pleasure to strike him.
It didn't take long, as he felt his partner start biting gently on his skin.
Boxman kissed the scars on Venomous' right shoulder, then the one on his left shoulder.
Then Venomous felt a shudder go through his lover as he rubbed the spot between the shoulder and the base of Venomous' neck.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Venomous sighed, feeling it building up as his nerves tingled.
"Come on, you tease." He bit his lip in one fang.
Boxman nuzzled in the middle of his chest with a few last kneads.
"Did you think I was going to dive right on and not warm you up?"
Venomous groaned loudly as he shuddered, not wanting the sensation to stop.
"I don't think I can wait."
"And you've got a lot more to work with than usual." Boxman remarked underneath him with a slight squeeze of one breast.
"Well, I'm not quite at the 'old glory', but..." Venomous bristled, interrupted by Boxman rubbing his face between his pecs, his hand firmly gripped on one side. It was near identical gesture to when he found Boxman lingering outside his old lair before their relationship was properly initiated - but he was far more sensitive now than then. And a few beads of milk trickled up between his thumb and forefinger.
Venomous felt a small shudder run through his body as he felt Boxman's finger brush against milk collecting on his nipple. He licked it off, a slight smile growing on his lips as he did so.
"You've been feeding my baby." Boxman teased, kissing his way across Venomous' jaw to the other side of his cheek, licking his way down to the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, he's just your baby." Venomous rolled his eyes and leaned down to rest his chin on Boxman's shoulder so he could kiss his neck.
Boxman only snickered as he moved down his chest again.
"You've. Been feeding. My baby..." He affirmed while he licked a trail up Venomous' chest, over the peak of one breast. He planted a final kiss above his left nipple, before locking his mouth around it tongue-first.
Venomous nearly bit his own tongue at the sensation, arcing with gasp, as he started to suck. He moaned out as his husband's tongue circled around his nipple, licking around it before closing his mouth down.
There was only so much Boxman could do to avoid scraping his teeth over the tender flesh, able to get by with brisk pricks. He made a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a curse, his fingers trailing Venomous' neck as he licked and nibbled the base.
Venomous’ breathing turned irregular, ribcage heaving, skin prickling as beads of sweat collected at his hairline.
"Oh, fuck. Keep doing that," Venomous breathed, opening his eyes to find the room spinning.
His legs wrapped around Boxman's waist, holding on as tightly as he could. He was vaguely aware that Boxman had moved to his right nipple, licking and sucking away, making his skin shiver as he started to moan and cry out.
Boxman’s breath was warm, and his lips were soft, his tongue teasing at the sensitive bud.
He stroked slowly, muscles tightening as a low growl escaped his throat. Venomous gripped the back of Boxman’s head, legs shifting against him, hips lifting off the bed as he tried to get closer.
He took a long deep breath, shifting himself a little to make himself more comfortable.
He arched his back and gripped Boxman's feathers in his fingers.
Boxman broke off for a moment, just to watch him squirm against him. He placed a hand on his chest, a thumb running over his heart.
“Ah, you like that, don’t you?” He breathed and traced circles around his nipple, licking the cream from the side of Venomous' hardened bud.
Venomous could only think Boxman trying to be coy and sultry when he said it.
Not realizing how besotted and intoxicated he looked and sounded…with that adorable sparkle in his eye.
"Oh, I know that look." Venomous licked his lips slowly, eyes fluttering closed. He stroked over husband's feathers, his fingers sliding around his neck.
Boxman's shoulders went slack. "What look?"
"You know, the look that lets me know that you love me." Venomous asked softly, digging his fingers into his feathers. He gently brushed them over the tips of Boxman's talons.
"I love you, too."
"You're just beautiful." Boxman sighed.
He reached up run his talons through his hair, curling a lock around a finger.
He wrapped his arm around him in an embrace. Venomous closed his eyes and let himself be enveloped. Boxman sighed in contentment, nuzzling in the middle of his chest.
They shared a blissful gaze, their noses brushed as they caught their breath.
Venomous kissed a point between his eyebrows, then another and then another. Boxman matched him, kissing points in his partner's face until their mouths met.
Venomous felt the familiar feeling, an overwhelming desire to move his hips, to release.
It had not been this strong in ages, but this time, as he tasted Boxman's lips and his own milk where it had lingered. He shuddered against Boxman, who gasped in surprise and in response moved closer. Boxman wrapped his arms around him, cradling him as he moaned.
"You're amazing," Boxman sighed.
"Me?" Venomous breathed. “You're the one doing all the work."
“Have I? Didn’t notice.” Boxman leaned in to kiss him again.
“Although.” Venomous wiggled his fingers. “Maybe there is something I can do that isn’t passive.”
“Oh, thank Cob.” Boxman gasped with relief.
Venomous sneered. “Should’ve said something a while ago, Box.”
“I was busy keeping up with you!” Boxman crossed his arms.
Venomous sat up, eyes half lidded with a smirk. “You want it or not?”
“Heh.” Boxman devilishly sneered as he pulled his pants away as if he had torn them off.
He revealed his cock already starting to protrude from his sheath.
Venomous smiled as he looked down at it. He reached forward and traced the tip as far as it had revealed itself, then slipped a finger down the shaft.
Boxman gasped, then closed his eye moaned as Venomous moved his fingers over him, over the head of his penis, then back up to the tip, where he moved back and forth over it. Venomous smirked as he continued to play him with his fingers until he had pressed his index finger against the base of his cock, knowing now just the right spot to bring it out further.
"Ohhh!" Boxman's eye opened wide, and he gave Venomous a wicked grin.
The look of lust on Boxman's face was hard to ignore. He gripped his hands on his hips, pulling him close.
“Just a little more!” He panted.
“I can feel it.” Venomous assured him, sliding his other hand underneath the length that had already revealed itself. He wrapped his hand in a ring around it, pulsing as he continued to stroke the interior, making full eye contact with Boxman as he leaned into his shoulder.
It didn’t take much more for the rest of the length to slip out into his practiced hand.
Venomous smiled, then slid his hand from his erection and pushed up until his thumb circled around the head of his dick. Venomous watched as it slid smoothly into his hand, feeling it against his flesh, letting the slick from his sheath slide off his fingers and drop to the sheets below.
“We’ll wash them.” He decided. “I think I leaked on them while we were asleep, anyway.”
Boxman didn’t respond, his head pressed listlessly against Venomous’ shoulder.
Venomous leaned down, then kissed the top of Boxman’s head. He hooded his eyes, his hands gently running up and down the shaft of his dick, enjoying the way it pulsed in his hand, as he felt his own starting to get hard.
“Oh, I’m surprised that didn’t happen earlier.” Boxman blinked to his senses, noticing where it was starting to tent in his pants.
“I’m not there yet.” Venomous leaned Boxman against the bedframe. He slid down the bed, licked and kissed his soft stomach and arched his back, holding Boxman’s hip in one hand, his cock in the other.
Boxman shuddered and let out a gasp, eye shut tightly.
Venomous moaned and looked up at him, then licked around the tip before closing his mouth around it. He massaged the rest of the shaft in his hand as he continued to gently suck. He kept his eyes on his husband’s as he watched as the tip of his tongue slid up and down the underside of his shaft.
Boxman’s moans grew louder, as his hand clutched at the back of his head. He looked dazed for a few moments and his tongue moved across his lips slowly before he took his eyes off Venomous.
Boxman nodded, his eyes closed. “Just what I’m looking for.”
“Good.”
As soon as the tip was inside his mouth, Boxman gasped. Venomous grinned, leaning down and sucking him off again. Venomous started moving faster as he felt his husband’s cock begin to twitch inside his mouth. He pushed further until it reached the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” Boxman moaned as he watched as the tongue carefully split at the tip, separating and thinning out. There once was a time when it mortified him – now he knew what was coming. He moaned again as he felt Venomous’ hands rub at his hips.
Venomous pushed further into his cock and began stroking at the base. His tongue darted out to explore, tasting the drop of pre-come forming on his tip. He began a long lick of the shaft.
“Oh cob…yeah!” He mumbled. His moans became louder as he felt his cock swell and throb.
He pushed more of his cock into his husband’s mouth as he watched him push his head lower, sucking and licking on the crown.
He smiled as he felt the tip of his tongue curl, pushing the tip down past the base before it shot out to tease the underside of his cock. He continued in a similar pattern, alternating his licks and nibbles as he went.
He was close to coming already and he couldn’t stop. Venomous felt Boxman’s cock swell and throb in his mouth – he could no longer hold it in. He relaxed his jaw and rested his hands on his back, even has Boxman bucked with an orgasmic shout.
Venomous felt a thick stream of come hit the back of his throat. He looked up at him, wiping some of the excess from his mouth with his thumb, before grinning and swallowing.
“Woah, PV…you really—” Boxman wheezed. “You really haven’t lost your stride.” He blushed as Venomous crawled up so he could rest his head on his belly. He massaged his talons in Venomous’ scalp as he nuzzled in the middle of his chest.
“Why would I?” Venomous pressed his chin in, his eyes half-lidded with ecstasy.
“It’s just…been a while…with so much focus on the baby and…” Boxman stopped himself, laughing nervously. “Of course, you wouldn’t—I mean…” He stopped again as Venomous pushed himself closer, cupping his cheek in one hand.
Venomous stared intensely at him for just a moment, a blissful smile on his face, before he kissed him.
Boxman was so shocked he wasn’t thinking of his situation and was taken off guard by the sudden invasion of his mouth. He let out a sigh when he stopped and let Venomous back off, gasping for breath.
“Thinking more clearly now?” Venomous asked before he kissed his nose.
“I know how flustered you get.” He teased, his lips trailing to the tip of his earpieces.
“And this after you sucked my tits like you were desperate.”
Boxman laughed through his nose at the comment and blushed deeply.
“Here, I thought I tasted sour to you.” Venomous rolled his eyes.
“If it came from you, then maybe I’ll be more willing to indulge.” Boxman squeezed his chest gently. “Maybe not in my coffee. Much better on tap.”
Venomous felt like his cock was trying to tear through his pants; he didn’t know why that sounded so cob-damn enthralling.
“You flatter me.” He had intended to be coy, but it came out as a wavering sigh.
“You’re also still leaking.” Boxman held Venomous by the small of his back by his softer hand. “Well…you’ve been leaking this whole time.”
Venomous could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Boxman kissed him again, a deeper, slower lick to his mouth. Venomous groaned, wanting nothing more than to sink further into it.
Boxman broke the kiss, his hands dropping to the sheet covering Venomous.
His cock twitched in a spasm, and he felt it throbbing against Boxman's thigh.
“Wait! Wait, give me a moment…” He pushed the blankets and sheet off his back and sat upright, revealing a tent standing to attention in his boxers.
“Ohh!” Boxman giggled, snorting through his nose. “I think you’re there now.”
“I’ll say.” Venomous peeled them off so they fell on the floor next to the bed, so his erection was exposed.
Boxman's hands trailed down Venomous' chest and over his stomach to cup his now-erect cock. He looked up into Venomous' eyes, which were still glazed with arousal.
“So, you going to work me off with your mouth too?” Venomous leaned back as Boxman gently rubbed him down.
Boxman mused for a moment. “I’d rather keep my mouth elsewhere.” He rested his talons on Venomous’ chest.
“Yeah, I figured.” Venomous smirked.
Boxman let his lips hover over Venomous’ nipple, biting and sucking the tip idly, focusing more on his claws around Venomous’ cock. By now, he had mastered maneuvering them around comfortably – and it showed by Venomous gasping, tensing up even as he tried to relax into the sensations surrounding him.
“You’re so tense, your whole body is shaking.” Boxman rubbed Venomous’ back reassuringly.
“Yeah, you think?” Venomous shuddered, catching his breath.
Boxman smirked, running his talons around the top of Venomous’ cock, teasing around the foreskin until he could pull it back easily.
“Cob, Box.” Venomous moaned, biting down on his own finger, watching the small, scaled hand rub over the exposed head. “Didn’t realize how much I missed that.”
Boxman’s talon snaked down around the base of Venomous’ cock until it lingered over the head. He traced a series of tiny circles that soon had Venomous gasping at the sudden sharp sting as they scraped against the skin.
“Please… don’t stop.” He breathed.
“Oh, I’m not stopping.” Boxman laughed. “You’re just so…invested.” He murmured as he palmed over the head of Venomous’ cock with his free talon, before gently licking around a nipple. He bit down on the tender flesh, earning a pleasured cry of pain from his partner.
“Yes!” Venomous hissed, fingers digging into the sheets below them as his body shook from the desire coursing through him. “Fuhh, don’t stop, don’t stop!” He begged. “Oh Cob, that’s it!”
“Oh, so you think you’re gonna come already?” Boxman bit down again on Venomous’ breast, his talon grazing down the side of the tit, causing Venomous to nearly collapse into him.
“You’re so easy to please.” Boxman purred as he slid his talon down Venomous’ shaft.
“And so…so surprisingly kinky about this?” He tweaked the nipple he wasn’t mouthing.
“Do we need to have a talk?”
Venomous arched his back as he felt a hand down the side of his cock. He tried to speak, but his body had stopped working. He could barely keep his eyes open, bound in the sensation on his chest and cock.
“Oh, come on!” Venomous mumbled. He tried to force open his eyes as Boxman pressed down harder on the nipple and began licking again, lashing at the base, in time with the rubbing and pulsing on his dick.
“Where’s all this coming from?” Boxman teased, his voice low and smooth. “You usually aren’t this desperate.”
“Uh… It’s just you…” Venomous moaned. He felt his cock twitch at the sensation, his eyes still half-lidded to the point his vision was obscured. “It’s all you…” he panted, feeling his cock twitch in Boxman’s talons. “You’re so…” He swallowed.
Boxman looked up at him and kissed Venomous, lightly on the lips.
“I love it when you get like this.”
Venomous couldn’t recognize his own words when he tried to speak – only aware that it was lovesick gibberish.
“Shhh, don’t try to talk. Just enjoy this.” Boxman licked the inside of his own lip again and smiled. “Oh hooo, I bet I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life with how nervy you are now,” he said, pulling Venomous’ cock out from between his legs as he continued playing with Venomous’ nipple, licking it clean of milk.
Venomous hung his head back, gasping at the sensations surrounding his flesh.
The softness of his tongue, prick of his teeth, the texture of his scaled hand and claws on his cock. For all the sharpness surrounding Boxman, he was a master of gentleness, of applying just the right amount of pressure to not break the skin – unless it was desired.
Venomous was too aroused to do anything but moan and pant, his body writhing, his entire body starting to spasm as Boxman continued to play with his cock. He was shuddering, he closed his eyes, and a small moan left his lips. He gripped the sheets and pressed himself harder against Boxman’s body, his breath coming faster and faster, the tip of his cock pushing in and out of the warm air as Boxman stroked it.
Just for a moment, Boxman paused, stopping everything.
“Box, what are you—” Venomous gulped for air. Deep down he was glad for it, but at the same time, distressed by the pause in action.
Boxman looked at him with that lovesick sheen in his eye, innocent like he hadn’t been pumping his dick to his wit’s end – or sucking his tits like the milk was just for him.
With an adoring smile, Boxman held Venomous’ chin in his hand, and kissed him softly on the mouth. Venomous was so overwhelmed by everything he was feeling, his senses had a moment of disorientation, and he opened his mouth, kissing back.
The lust that had been burning inside Venomous finally caught up with him, and he exploded into a noise he didn't realize he had been holding in, groaning louder, his fangs sliding out of his mouth.
Boxman lurched back, all of the sweetness vanishing with surprise.
“Oh.” His voice was at its usual squeaky pitch now. “You’ve um…” He stalled off.
“You’ve morphed." He emphasized moving his hand over to a second dick.
Venomous looked down at his body, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. He was hard and swollen, his head felt heavy. He touched his face, finding that it had angled outwards. Scales had emerged on his arms – and he realized his tail had sprouted outwards.
Its rattle buzzed across the covers.
"Well, I sssuppose we're doing it like this now." Venomous lisped. "Rattlesnake..."
"Hmph. More like milksnake." Boxman squeezed a nipple in his fingers, bringing a spray of milk.
"You're aware that'sss an entirely different sssnake?" Venomous cocked his head.
"Shhhh, let me make some fun out of this." Boxman stroked his claws under his jaw.
"Yesssssss." Venomous pressed against the bedframe, allowing Boxman to run his hands down his body. He let his tail curl over Boxman's shoulders.
"I'm jussst gonna kisssss you." Venomous licked his lips, and a long tongue meandered out of his mouth. "Like thisss." He folded his fangs in as he pressed against his mouth.
Boxman shuddered. "Venomous… this is good."
Venomous kissed even harder, his mouth stretching.
Boxman squirmed in ecstasy, grabbing onto Venomous' hair.
Venomous' hands went up behind Boxman's head, fingers pinching together.
Boxman closed his eyes as Venomous licked his tongue over his lips, then slid his tongue in.
“Well! I sssuppose I should put thisss to more use.” Venomous grasped one of his shafts in one hand.
Boxman, as if on cue, flattened his back to the bed with his legs open, his own dick hardened again and held away from his sheath.
Venomous sneered, watching Boxman sweat with excitement and terror, as he pinned his arms on each side of his body, hovering over him.
“Didn’t think we’d get this far, huh PV?” Boxman chuckled nervously.
“It hasss been a while.” Venomous laughed, his face buried in Boxman’s neck.
“Though, you had all the fun lassst time.” He reached a hand back to walk his fingers down Boxman’s cock until he reached the base.
“Yeah, so we could have our son.” Boxman attempted to be an impudent tone but stopped off with a short yelp. Venomous pressed a finger at the entrance of his cloaca, slowly massaging inward. At least, he attempted to be slow. It was so slippery he didn’t even have to try.
“And now that he’sss been here…” Venomous leaned back, pushing his fingers in incrementally further. He watched his husband squirm with pleasure under him as he added a third finger just so he could slip down further.
“You’ve made your point!” Boxman squeaked. “You didn’t even need to before!”
Venomous leaned in, nuzzling his neck before sucking on the spot. “And you’re perfectly sssslick after all thisss time.” He purred.
Boxman yelped again as his fingers pushed their way in another inch.
“Yes!” He moaned, his face squished against Venomous.
Venomous nodded, grabbing the back of Boxman’s head to keep him in position, the other hand gripping his other wrist, the two of them locked in a passionate kiss. Venomous could feel Boxman’s fingers gripping his flesh as he began rubbing his penis up against the sheath.
Venomous gripped Boxman’s hips, letting one cock rest on the entrance to his sheath.
He held on and slipped in the entirety of the length with ease, before letting himself relax and take in all the deep sensations his partner was giving him.
“It’s ssso fucking sssmooth.” He hummed pleasantly.
“Oh fuck…” Boxman’s eyes rolled back, letting his head slump into the pillow.
“You want it rough?” Venomous asked as he rubbed in deeper.
“Gladly…I know you like that.” Boxman gripped his thighs as leverage to rock against him.
Venomous grabbed the headboard, pushing back into Boxman as he let out a satisfied grunt.
“Damn right.” He mumbled, pressing his hips forward, the thick flesh of the cock slamming into Boxman’s sheath. He released the headboard to clutch Boxman at his shoulders.
“Oh, yes, that’s it…” Boxman groaned, his hips moving harder against Venomous. He looked like it was taking everything he had to sneer devilishly, but instead appeared delightfully flustered.
“Good.” Venomous kissed him, then moved his lips from his mouth to his neck, to his shoulder.
“Oh, cob, that’s so nice…” Boxman’s hands fell to the bed, fingers interlocking with those of Venomous. “Please… don’t stop…”
Venomous sneered, exposing his fangs further. He flicked his tongue as he continued to rock into him. He gripped at Boxman’s hips, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of his back as he leaned forward, pulling the smaller man against him.
Boxman moved his mouth against Venomous’ jaw, then moved to the stubble on his cheek, sucking on his neck.
“Are you going to get the other one?” He popped away, leaving a dark, swollen ring behind on his neck.
“You want it?” Venomous hissed, watching Boxman fumble for his other cock.
“Yeah! Yeah, I can get it in there.” Boxman grasped the second shaft in his hand, giving it a few quick rubs over the tip with his thumb before mounting it in with the other.
“Sssso bold!” Venomous let out a guttural moan and leaned into him, allowing him to take in a deeper breath. “You feel ssso fucking good,” Venomous growled, throwing his head back.
“I don’t think you would have done that a few yearsss ago!” He groaned in a low, almost unintelligible fashion.
“Well, I’m a bolder man now.” Boxman proudly wrapped his legs around Venomous' hips and pressed against Venomous' cocks, burying them to the hilt. Venomous groaned and grabbed Boxman's hair. He kissed him harder.
Boxman’s moans were starting to send shivers down Venomous' spine. He was so eager. Venomous gave him a few more kisses. His tail rattled in the air as tension mounted.
Venomous managed to reach down between himself and Boxman, finding his long cock still standing. He ran his fingers up and down the shaft and watched him squirm under him momentarily.
He bit his lip as he began to rock back and forth. He looked at his face as Boxman stared back, seeing the lust and desire in his eyes as he watched the way his movements matched his own. The moans and groans came in waves and he couldn't stop them.
Venomous tightened his grip on his cock, trying to keep himself grounded as he began to lose his focus. He could feel his heart racing. He tried to move his lips to Boxman's, but he was too busy thinking about when he'd be coming. His hips slammed forward and then back, like a piston.
He panted as he continued to thrust, rocking and rubbing as his nerves began to spike. He could feel the cock in his hand stiffening, pre-come forming on its end as he rubbed his thumb over it.
“Come onnn.” Venomous hissed. The pleasure was starting to turn to a dull ache as he continued to rock, pressure mounting. He pushed in harder, gripping Boxman’s shoulder in one hand.
“PV! Give me a quick—” Boxman heaved himself up, curling his legs so they were hooked around Venomous’. He anchored his arms over Venomous’ shoulders and allowed his tail to circle around him for more ballast.
“Better?” He asked.
Venomous didn’t respond verbally, resting his head on top of Boxman’s so he could lean in closer. He felt his head against his chest, attempting to suck on it one more time. It was too much effort for the motion being maintained, instead focusing his efforts on kissing his neck. At least until Venomous gently gripped his head to keep him in place. Now it was like he was trying to leave a hickey anywhere else, even as he drew milk from it.
His hips thrust harder against Boxman’s, heaving has he felt the tender drain.
Boxman squeezed his legs against him harder. He started to breathe faster, ragged breaths, as he kept his eyes shut. He could feel Boxman’s breath against his chest and could almost taste his scent on his tongue.
“Box.” He choked. “I’m gonna…” He rocked with urgency. “I’m coming.” His voice was ragged as he felt the rush come through him. He tightened his grip on Boxman’s body as he started to spasm. His hips came down and continued their relentless rhythm, until the pulsing had faded and he relaxed.
The slumped flat together, gasping for breath. Venomous felt Boxman’s dick go slack in his hand, now slick with come.
“We really went out together that time.” Venomous mumbled, rubbing his cheek in his belly.
“Yeah.” Boxman agreed.
Venomous rolled off him, gently caught in a feathered arm.
“That uh…really took a turn, huh?” Boxman chuckled.
Venomous could feel his face shrink back to normal as he rubbed it with exhaustion. “As much as I loved that.” He felt his tail and second penis shrink away. “Don’t make a habit out of sucking on me in your sleep.”
“Heh…understood.” Boxman tapped his fingers together. “Uh…we should really clean up before we go get Quincy back.”
Venomous sat up again, minding the cradle where it stood on his side of the bed. He pushed through his hair, finding that some fluid was caught in it, unsure if it was his own or Boxman’s.
“That would…be a good idea.”
Their bath was remarkably uneventful and quiet compared to the fervor from before. Boxman spent it fixated on washing Venomous’ hair if they weren’t cuddling in their afterglow. Venomous’ skin stung across his chest and neck, where the soap and water revealed a series of red pricks and bruises from Boxman’s teeth.
“This will be fine.” He sighed. “I can hide it.” He stared out at the wall with a small, forced smile.
“Oh…sorrey…” Boxman sheepishly washed some soap away. “I…guess I wasn’t as careful as I thought I was.”
“You and your baby.” Venomous clicked his tongue. “You’re going to have me unable to go out to a pool or beach from the way you’re tearing me up.”
“Oh, NOW he’s just ‘my baby’.” Boxman rolled his eyes.
“You think the bots kept him in the playroom?” Venomous asked. “Since Ernesto’s tended to run off with him to the office.”
“With their new setup? They’re not going anywhere.” Boxman tutted.
***
Quincy was right where Venomous expected him to be - with his robot siblings in the playroom.
It was now refurbished to be more "grown up" for the “oldest” four robots, down to a Billiards table and dart board, and some dark mahogany wood cabinets. It retained a few of its childlike qualities for Quincy's sake (and the dreaded potential of grandchildren while Quincy was still small).
Raymond was in the middle of calculating his turn on the Billiards table, while Ernesto, Shannon, and Darrell waited impatiently for him to make his move. Fink was glued to the television as she watched The Buccaneers of the West Indies 2: Done for the Rest.
"Heyyy." Venomous waved, leaning against the doorway in the softest clothes he could borrow from Boxman, so they hung loosely off his body.
"How's Quincy doing?" He asked.
"Quincifer's doing good!" Darrell beamed, referring to Quincy by his nickname.
"He's had two bottles!"
"Good, good. And Fink's got him?" Venomous stood on his toes to look over the couch, seeing Fink holding the baby in her lap while she watched, struggling with the armful as she commentated on the movie.
“See, Orleans Blossom improvised that line on the spot because—”
Venomous settled beside her, laying his arm across the couch. "Hey, Fink." He smiled.
"You having fun with Quincy?"
Quincy dropped the teething ring with a delighted, gurgling squeal.
Fink jerked away from him. "Eeyuck! You've got Boxboss smell all over you!"
She curled her lips in revolt. "And now I know what that means."
She looked away, eyes bugging like she had seen something so horrid even she couldn't stand it. "All that time, Boss. Now I’m always gonna know." Her nose twitched with a second sniff.
“And no amount of your weird fancy beeswax soap is gonna cover it up.” She scowled.
"Yeah, sorrey, Fink." Venomous chuckled. He scooped Quincy off from her lap and into his own. “Did daddy’s little guy have a good time with his big siblings?” He cooed at him. “Watching age-appropriate movies with his Fink?” He glanced up at the screen in time to notice fantasy violence that was just starting to look aged in its CGI.
“Say, where’s Daddy?” Darrell asked leaning over the couch with a pool cue in his hands.
“He’s taking care of some laundry.” Venomous said after a pause. “He’ll be over here when he’s done with the wash.”
“Oh! Neat.” Darrell watched the screen. “Should…Quincy be seeing this?” He scrunched in concern. “I’m just sayin’,‘cuz that guy is not having a good time.” He pointed at the fantasy violence on the screen.
Quincy was turned in toward Venomous, fussing and rubbing his face on his clothed chest.
Now raw and sore in his ebbing euphoria. He grumbled, realizing he should have considered this future for himself in the heat of the moment.
“He’s not paying attention and he can’t see that far anyway.” Venomous pulled down a knitted blanket from the back of the couch and laid it over his shoulder.
It was better for Fink (and the bots) to not see the bite marks and bruises left from his tryst.
He listened to Fink and Darrell discuss the production of the scene on the screen while he got Quincy attached and adjusted to nurse.
He balked, realizing just how tender Boxman had left him. But, he welcomed the familiarity – mostly the tiny body, total lack of teeth and the “right” surge of endorphins at the back of his head. At the very least Quincy wasn’t scratching him – yet. He did blindly reach up and grab a fistful of his hair, and the collar of his shirt as he settled.
Venomous pushed his finger between Quincy’s tiny claws and his hair as he started to pull.
“Let’s not pull Daddy’s hair.” He cooed, brushing his thumb over his forehead.
Quincy squirmed with a fussing protest, stopping when Venomous’ finger pressed into his palm. He rubbed his fluffy mane of hair in his other hand. Once he was sure Quincy was fully settled into him, he leaned back into the couch, watching the screen and barely aware of what was happening.
He couldn’t even comprehend Fink and Darrell’s explanation of the lore beforehand.
“Hello, babies!” Boxman suddenly crowed from the doorway.
“Hi, Daddy!” Darrell waved, looking over his shoulder.
“I hope our little boy was on his best behavior!” Boxman laughed as he approached the back of the couch, draping an arm down Venomous shoulder and peeking in the blanket draped over him.
“Careful.” Venomous glanced over at Fink. “She’s can already smell it on us. Let’s spare anything else.” He touched one of the scrapes Boxman left on his skin from his claws.
Boxman chuckled, nuzzled in Venomous neck towards his ear. “Everything’s in the wash.” He whispered. “We’ll be freshened up in a few more hours.”
“Good.” Venomous leaned into his neck. Boxman reached down to run his talons through Quincy’s hair. Quincy twitched, opening his big eyes to look around for what had touched him.
“Hey, I just got him settled.” Venomous groaned.
“You sure did.” Boxman teased, kissing his neck.
“Ew.” Fink grimaced. “In front of me and Admiral Ian Heron?” She pointed at the character on the screen, who was facing off some form of equine monstrosity.
Venomous briefly looked at it, cocking his head at the action. “Is that a giant seahorse?” He asked.
“Uh, it’s a KELPIE?!” Fink snorted. “Come on, Boss! This movie came out in 200X! You should’ve seen it then!” Fink tutted
“I guess was a bit busy at POINT Prep.” Venomous shrugged, letting Boxman pull blanket down further around him so he was completely wrapped in it.
“I don’t think Kelpies attack ships at sea?” Ernesto remarked as he rubbed chalk on his pool cue. “They’re more of a river creature that—”
Venomous toned out Ernesto’s turn to rambling, fully leaning back to rest the back of his head against Boxman’s chest.
“Gotta hand it to you, I thought you got me too raw.” He whispered. “But. Quincy’s none the wiser.”
“Told you he wouldn’t miss anything.” Boxman picked up Quincy’s tiny claws in his, gently rubbing over the tiny black downy feathers.
“Yeah, you did.” Venomous rolled his eyes. “But. I don’t see another break that intense happening for another while.”
“Hmph.” Boxman glowered, looking away. “Not even a little bit?” He teased.
“I mean it. I’m wearing shirts to bed.” Venomous stressed.
Boxman giggled and kissed him on the cheek again. He tucked the blanket around Venomous’ waist. “You need me to get you anything?” He asked.
“I’ll need something to drink eventually.” Venomous held Quincy’s hand when he idly reached out and flung it at his face. “But right now…” He held one side of the blanket over to him.
Boxman nodded, putting an arm behind his back and huddling close. “Yeah.” He crooned, laying his feathered arm to support Quincy’s back with Venomous.
Venomous laid his cheek against Boxman’s forehead, watching and listening as Boxman muttered saccharine nonsense to the baby.
“Is Daddy good for my little baby boy?” He fussed among other unintelligible words.
Quincy turned his head back slightly with a quizzical grunt, swatting his hand and grabbing Boxman’s feathers until a few pulled out between his fingers. Boxman yelped, yanking his arm back, leaving Quincy with a tiny handful of feathers.
“He sure…has been getting a better grip…” Boxman laughed nervously, rubbing the spot where he had been pulled.
“He’s grabbier now.” Venomous pulled some of what was poking through his hands before he could attempt to shove them in his mouth – while still latched against him.
Venomous yawned, curling in toward Boxman just a little bit.
“Guess we’re stuck here until the bedding’s done.” He closed his eyes.
“Just for a little bit.” Boxman assured him, leaning an arm on the back of the sofa, also closing his eyes.
“Uh, did they fall asleep?” Shannon asked after a moment.
Ernesto crept over when they didn’t respond.
“Yes.” He declared quietly. He peeked closer to check on Quincy while he was nestled between them. Even he had fallen asleep.
Ernesto replaced his arms with his tentacles (now purple in color) and gently lifted Quincy away, slipping the tip of one into his mouth so he wouldn’t cry out from being separated. He replaced it with a pacifier he was keeping under his hat. With one arm, he started to fix Venomous’ shirt and blanket when he noticed slight pricks and bruising on his skin – clearly not from Quincy.
“Well that’s more detail than I wanted to know.” He muttered, tugging the blanket over with more force and left them to sleep as they were.
At least until he had no choice but to move them into a more comfortable arrangement.