Knife Gets Fucking Railed - Knickle Smut
Pickle and Knife were watching a movie together on the couch. Specifically, some kind of cheesy horror movie that neither of them liked or paid much attention to. Probably had something to do with vampires, idfk.
Anyways, that's not important. Let's go to what is. Pickle and Knife. The two of them have just been eating popcorn and talking to each other, and not focusing on the screen. Pickle then looked behind him and came to an... Odd realization
"Hey Knife? I just realized that no one's home." Pickle said, standing up a bit. Knife turned around, and he's right. The entire rest of the living room is empty.
"Wait, what?" Knife was... Reasonably surprised. Considering the fact that we're talking about Hotel OJ, there's rarely a moment where nothing happens. So this was new.
After a bit of silence, Pickle suddenly grabs Knife by the chin, pulling him into a kiss. "You wanna..." He bit his lip while he asked, his other hand rubbing between his partner's legs.
Knife's face flushed. Sure, they've brought up sex before, and joked about it, but they've never actually done it before. "Wh- Really? S-Sure we won't... Get caught?"
Pickle nodded. Knife then took the hand that Pickle was rubbing him with. "Then let's not do it on the couch." Pickle nodded, and then both made their way to their room.
The millisecond Knife locked the door, Pickle pulled him into another kiss. The two guided themselves to the bed as they stared making out. Pickle used his leg to rub into Knife's now forming slit, drawing out a moan from him as his tentacle slithered out. Knife rubbed Pickle back, his tentacle coming out.
Suddenly, Knife was pinned down by Pickle, as he reached for the lube in the bedside drawer. "Bw- Wait wait wait. I thought that I was gonna top?" Knife stuttered out.
"Oh really? Well, if you want to then-"
"No no no, it's fine! If YOU want to you can!" Knife sat up a bit more, reassuring Pickle.
"No, if YOU- God damnit, why do we care about each other so much!" Pickle threw his hands up out of frustration. Knife chuckled at him, before lying back down. This time, he lay on his stomach, facing away from Pickle.
As Pickle slathered his cock with the lube, He grabbed both of Knife's sides to line himself up with his hole. Knife whimpered slightly at the touch, burying his face into the mattress.
"You ready?" Pickle asked, Knife nodding. He gently began pushing himself in, the lube making it easier. Knife made a drawn out groan as he felt Pickle enter him. After entering him fully, he stopped so Knife could adjust. "Can I start moving?" Pickle asked.
Knife nodded vigorously. Pickle understood, and started thrusting at a slow pace. Pulling out halfway, then pushing back in. Knife groaned with every thrust, enjoying this as much as he could. After a bit, Pickle suddenly stopped.
"Bh- HEY!" Knife yelled.
"Sorry, but I'm just giving you a heads up that I'm gonna start speeding up." Pickle moved one of his hands to gently rub his partner's back.
Knife mumbled. "Okay, but you didn't have to sto- OH SHIT!!!~" He was cut off when Pickle started slamming into him. His grasp on the sheets tightened, as he tried to hold himself back from moaning like a little bitch.
The squirms and moans from Knife were music to Pickle's ears. He gradually began going faster and harder on him, trying to see what'll get a reaction out of him.
Knife felt as though he was in heaven. He could feel himself reaching his climax, along with Pickle's. He clutched the sheets harder as he came on them, moaning loudly. Pickle's thrusts got more sloppy and harder.
Pickle groaned out as he blew his load into Knife, drawing out one more moan from him. As he pulled out of Knife, they both collapsed, extremely drained from the experience. Knife panted heavily as cum dripped out of his hole.
Knife moved to wrap one arm around Pickle. "I love you..." He said quietly.
"I love you too, Knife." Pickle responded, rubbing his partner's back.
"... You do realize we're gonna have to clean this up later, right Pickle?"
"Oh yeah..."