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For the last several years, Marlon had been venturing into the mines alone. When the new Farmer moved in, he saw a unique opportunity. Giving them the sword was a straightforward solution to not only culling the monster problem, but keeping them safe. It had been years since that day, and he had grown more and more impressed with The Farmer’s indomitable will and spirit. Despite finding them unconscious multiple times, they still ventured into the mines until they reached the bottom, an astounding feat.
When they received their Galaxy weapon from Yoba, Marlon felt more than an inkling of pride for their achievement. He had congratulated them, offered for them to be able to purchase more of the weapons at his shop. The Farmer had smiled at him so brightly, it almost hurt to look at. He didn’t find himself fond of many, but The Farmer had somehow weaseled their way into his heart with mighty gifts of elixirs and tea.
Today, Marlon had decided to accompany The Farmer into the mines. They had said something about a Qi fellow making the mines ‘more dangerous’ and Marlon wanted to see it for himself. Marlon was, to say the least, absolutely befuddled by how much more dangerous the mines had become. They had encountered vile ghosts, mages and somehow even impenetrable bugs.
While it was dangerous, fighting at the Farmer’s side proved invigorating, reigniting a spark within him. They fought in tandem, taking down the beasts in the mines one by one, until only one remained. A flying squid lunged at him, but The Farmer moved to slam their Gavel into the squid. Despite the direct collision, it only stuttered backwards, then began flying directly at the Farmer.
Marlon acted quickly, readying his slingshot and then shooting off an explosive round, before grabbing The Farmer and pressing them into the wall, shielding them with his body from the blast. The tell-tale boom of the round colliding shook the cave, sending bits of squid against the back of Marlon’s cloak. He took a minute to assess himself, and quickly realized he and The Farmer were uninjured.
Despite their healthy status, Marlon became acutely aware of the precarious situation he was in. His leg was slotted between The Farmer’s, pressed against their crotch, his hands on either side of their head, and he himself had a tent in his pants. All the fighting and excitement of the day was manifesting in an unseemly way. He swallowed hard and looked at The Farmer’s face, which was tinted with red, their pupils almost completely blown out. Marlon didn’t have to strain his ears to hear the heavy breathing, the way their chest quickly rose and fell.
“Farmer, I…” It was a sentence he couldn’t quite complete. How exactly do you express you want to fuck someone in the dirty, monster-ridden mines? How do you articulate that? They were friends, business professionals, this entire situation was completely inappropriate and -
“I need you,” The Farmer gasped, words breathy and laced with need. Apparently, the events of the day had taken a similar toll on them.
Marlon shuddered as The Farmer ground down against his leg, and Yoba above, the heat from The Farmer’s core was nearly unbearable. He bit his bottom lip, watching them grind against him. He felt himself grow harder.
“Marlon,” The Farmer whined. “Please, give me something. Kiss me, fuck me, anything.”
The words felt perfect coming from The Farmer’s lips, and it was all the permission he needed. He grabbed The Farmer’s jaw with a hand and slammed his lips to theirs, this began a frantic power struggle. He pressed his tongue between The Farmer’s lips, tangling his with theirs. Quickly, hastily, his other hand flew to The Farmer’s pants, struggling to get them open. They moaned and writhed beneath him, a hand flying to his shirt and the other gripping his hair. Marlon groaned and pulled back from the kiss, watching The Farmer pant with his eye.
“These, off, now,” he demanded and gave a rough yank on the pants.
The Farmer moaned and quickly complied, discarding the pants and throwing them aside. Marlon bit back a purr as he reached down and rubbed his hand across the crotch of The Farmer’s boxers. This elicited a divine moan from The Farm.
“I want to touch you,” Marlon growled, rubbing their slit through the boxers.
“You are,” they whimpered, bucking against the hand and desperate for more.
“Everywhere. I want all your clothes off, now,” Marlon grabbed The Farmer’s chin with his hand, forcing them to look into his eye. “Can you do that for me?”
The Farmer swallowed and nodded. Marlon smiled and took a step back to watch.
Hurriedly, The Farmer unbuttoned their shirt, pulling it off and throwing it near their pants. Marlon felt his mouth water as his eye danced over their body, taking in their toned and scarred form. He watched The Farmer quickly step out of their boxers, leaving them completely exposed in the cold underground.
Marlon stepped forward after a moment, grabbing a fistful of The Farmer’s ass and kissing them again. His other hand grabbed The Farmer’s hair, yanking back their head as he took control of the kiss. They let him, moaning into his mouth. Marlon ground himself against The Farmer’s core, groaning as their wetness soaked into his pants.
“I want to fuck you,” Marlon growled against The Farmer’s lips. “May I?”
The Farmer whimpered and nodded, grinding into his crotch.
“Say it,” Marlon demanded. “Say, Marlon, I want you to fuck me.”
The Farmer nodded again, taking a shuddering breath.
“Please, Marlon, Sir, fuck me,” The Farmer pleaded.
Marlon felt a smirk crawl across his lips.
“And where do you want me to fuck you?” he purred, undoing his pants.
“Right here, in the mines, right now, please sir,” They whimpered.
Marlon chuckled and nodded, stroking himself.
“I can do that Farmer,” he nipped their bottom lip. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
The Farmer whined loudly as they looked at his girth.
“Hard,” they gasped as Marlon rubbed himself through their lips, biting their bottom lip.
“Hard I can do,” Marlon chuckled, pressing himself against their entrance and frowning. “You’re too tight. I’ll have to prepare for you.”
“Prep me?” The Farmer whined. “No, just-”
“Enough,” Marlon quickly hoisted up The Farmer, lifting them and putting their legs on his shoulders. “All I want to hear is those pretty lips moaning my name.
Before The Farmer could object, Marlon licked up their mound, eliciting a loud moan from the farmer. He groaned as their juices danced across his tongue, soaking into his mouth. He slowly and tenderly sucked on their clit, lapping at the juices that quickly trickled from the delightful hole. Marlon was enraptured with The Farmer’s noises, purring softly against them.
However, he quickly grew impatient, pushing his tongue inside them, feeling the walls of The Farmer flutter around him. He explored, lapping up every drop they graced him with. His nails dug into The Farmer’s ass, hands squeezing and groping the tender flesh. The farmer was undeniably divine, in taste, feel and appearance. He quickly found himself questioning why he hadn’t done this sooner.
Soon, The Farmer’s walls were fluttering around his tongue, and Marlon could tell they were close. He quickly sped up, tongue lapping moe vigorously, and then it happened. The Farmer came around him, the gush of juice a welcome gift Marlon happily took into his mouth. The scream they let out was heavenly, a Yoba worthy prayer. On his shoulders, The Farmer shuddered and shook through their orgasm. Marlon chuckled softly as they worked through the after shocks of the orgasm, gently lowering them. He looked around and saw a decently sized boulder, carrying The Farmer over and laying them down. He stood and positioned himself between their legs.
“Are you ready for me?” Marlon purred, fully dressed and standing above The Farmer, completely nude.
“Please Marlon, please fuck me,” The Farmer quickly pleaded, wrapping their legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
Marlon shuddered and nodded, sliding himself between their juices and beginning his descent. He let out a shuddering moan as the tightness of The Farmer enveloped him. In unison with him, The Farmer moaned, hands grasping at his shirt. Marlon heard a stitch pop and quickly gathered The Farmer’s hands in his own, pressing the pair above their head.
Marlon bottomed out with a shuddering moan, the tight heat of The Farmer practically sucking him in. He stayed there for a second, watching them writhe beneath him.
“Are you doing okay there, Farmer?” he pants.
The Farmer’s eyes snapped up to his face, previously focused on their joined bodies.
“Marlon, I need more, I need you you to fuck me,” they pleaded, trying to shift their hips and push him deeper.
Marlon groaned and leaned down, kissing them as he pulled near all the way out, before slamming back in. The Farmer shouted, immediately tightening around him.
“Oh- fuck- Marlon, please!” The Farmer gasped into the kiss and who was Marlon to refuse?
Marlon pulled back from the kiss and began to ruthlessly pound into The Farmer. One hand tightly grasped The Farmer’s hands, pinning them above their head, while his other gripped their hip. He watched their face intensely, watching their expression contort with pleasure. He purred and leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck. The sound The Farmer made was explicit and loud, echoing through the empty mines.
He felt The Farmer tighten around him, and he knew they were getting close. Marlon couldn’t deny that he was too, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls.
“Where do you want me to come?” Marlon asked, surprised by the breathlessness of his own voice.
“Inside!” The Farmer gasped. “Please, fill me!”
Marlon shuddered at The Farmer’s words, nodding in affirmation. He reached down and began to hurriedly rub their clit, tightening their hole even further. The Farmer writhed beneath him, tightening even further. Then, they came.
The Farmer screamed out his name, their voice ricocheting through the mines. Marlon gasped as The Farmer tightened around him, walls spasming and squeezing his cock. He roared out their name, slamming into them and letting their delightful walls squeeze out every drop of seed from him.
Marlon leaned forward, pressing his forehead to theirs. The Farmer panted beneath him, eyes closed and smiling softly. He needed to adventure with The Farmer more often.