Opposite sex (e.g. change who gives and receives)- Cronkri
“Cronus,” Kankri’s voice was soft and sweet, like saccharine. “Do you think you’ve been a good enough boy to earn my bulge?”
Cronus couldn’t respond. His mouth had been gagged and his hands were tied behind his head. His ashen face was flushed violet and his legs were spread almost painfully wide, revealing his drooling nook and writhing bulge. A vibrator was plunged into his waiting hole, turned to the lowest setting.
He managed to nod to answer Kankri’s question, despite how out of it he was. This had to be at least hour two of Kankri’s little game and he was surprised that he was still conscious.
Kankri tsked and cracked his whip against Cronus’s already abused thigh. Cronus’s scream was muffled by his gag, and fresh tears spilled out of his heavy lidded eyes.
“Wrong.” Kankri crossed his arms, looking displeased. “You’re never going to be good enough for my bulge, Cronus. You’re a pathetic, terrible little wriggler.”
Cronus whined, squeezing his eyes shut tight when Kankri turned up the notch on the vibrator. It wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, just enough to make him thrust his hips upward for some kind of friction.
“See? Pathetic.” Kankri pressed his bare foot against Cronus’s bulge. Cronus crooned as his bulge wrapped around Kankri’s toes, feeling relief at getting some friction. Kankri’s foot pressed harder down, almost enough to be painful. Cronus almost sobbed at the overwhelming feelings.
“You’re getting off on this.” It was a statement. A true, shameful statement. Cronus’s cheeks burned in shame at the truth of it, and Kankri laughed. It was a sharp, joyless sound. Mocking and cruel.
“Do you want me to take the gag off?” he asked innocently enough, removing his foot altogether and then scowling as he surveyed the mess of violet genetic material between his toes. “Eugh, you’ve made my foot all dirty. You’re going to have to clean it up, and maybe I’ll consider rewarding you.”
Cronus nodded frantically, like a bobblehead. He’d do anything for that candy red bulge to be inside of him right this minute.
Kankri smiled. Predatory. He moved to untie the gag and as it slipped off of Cronus’s lips, and the moment the violetblood took a breath, his word flushed out all at once.
“Please, Kan, I’ll do anythin ta make it up ta ya. Let me lick it up for ya, correct the sin I’ve made. Please. ”
Kankri looked pleased at this. He placed his soiled foot just in reach of Cronus’s drooling mouth. “Please make sure that you do. I wouldn’t want to punish you once more, Cronus.”
Cronus made work of licking up his own seed from each of Kankri’s toes, sucking on the digits until they were sparkling clean. When he was satisfied with his work, he pulled away, looking up at Kankri with expectant eyes.
Kankri surveyed his foot for a solid minute, before giving Cronus a half smile. “Well I suppose that does warrant a reward. Given you can ask me nicely for it.”
Cronus didn’t hesitate. “Please, please, please, please fuck me , Kan. I’ll die vwithout your big bulge fillin me up soon. I really vwill.”
“Oh, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Kankri said almost coyly, unzipping his tights and tossing them to the side. Cronus could see that Kankri’d already popped a wiggly in his bright ass cherry red boxers.
Cronus salivated when Kankri finally pulled off his boxers, and his bulge was that to be praised. Cronus had to stop himself from singing to it. He didn’t think that would fare well in this scenario.
Kankri positioned himself between Cronus’s waiting legs, the head of his bulge pushing in the waiting hole when Cronus’s eyes widened in shock.
“Kan! Kan, the vwibrator is still in there!” He protested, trying to move against his restraints.
“I am aware.” Answered Kankri as he continued to press inside, snug right against the bullet vibrator, and Cronus let out a long, drawn out groan. He’d never felt so absolutely full before.
“Kan, fuuhh—fuck, please, just—“
Kankri pressed his bare chest against Cronus’s, peppering kisses on his jawline and earfins to calm him down. As Kankri bottomed out, Cronus was practically writhing in his arms, uncomfortable but at the same time, totally at ease.
“You can always use the safeword if this is too much.” Kankri whispered in his ear, breaking his sadistic character. “I promise I won’t be angry with you.”
Cronus let out a deep, shuddering breath, eyes clenched tight. “No, no. No, just. Givwe me a minute.”
Kankri obeyed this, staying perfectly still until Cronus gave him the okay with a shaky breath. Kankri started moving all at once, lips sucking bruising hickies into his flesh as his bulge followed at the same, hard and fast pace.
At this point, Cronus’s back was arched off of the bed and his restraints were pulled taut—the ropes digging into his flesh. None of the pain took away from the pleasure, it only managed to add to it. Kankri’s bulge was pressing the vibrator right against his shameglobes as he was literal seconds away from busting his load. He held out his best, however, waiting so Kankri could come with him.
It was when Kankri started making those cute little breathless chitters that Cronus realized he was really fucking close too. Cronus wished he was free enough to flip them over and shave his bulge into Kankri’s tight little nook too, but this was Kankri’s night. Kankri was in charge. And boy howdy, was he good at it.
Kankri came first with a muffled shout, his genetic material sloshing inside of Crocus, who whined at the extra pressure. Kankri wrapped his clumsy fingers around Cronus’s bulge, and with a few tugs, Cronus blew with a silent cry, back arching and mouth forming a perfect O.
They lay for a few seconds to catch their breath, before Cronus whistled.
“Glory.” He said, surveying the mess. “Wve sure know hovw ta paint the tovwn red and purple, huh?”