I'm horrible at lemons. You requested the wrong person for the job. Plus, this is my very first lemon 😭

Meowpaw230

'll go this one with 10³. You said that's your minimum?

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Valt smiled, tasting the bread on his hands as if it was the God's serum. He would have rather to have a good bey bread, though, but he would take what he got.

"I'm not loud." Free argued. He was as stubborn as he could be, and they used to say you can be whatever you want to be. He crossed his arms. "You're loud."

"I'm not the one always screaming and begging for more. The way your whole mood changes when you're in it, maybe I'm not the loudest in the team, after all." Valt laughed, "And, plus, I bet you couldn't go one time without making any noise." He tried to be teasing and playful, but he sounded daring. Free didn't know wheter to be turned on or mad. "hmm, maybe both", he thought.

"Oh, you bet?!" He got up from his chair, and extended his arm for a formal handshake. Something that wasn't exactly in their daily routine. However, Valt found the sudden gesture kind of... Adorable. Or hot. But he always thought that of Free, so he didn't pay attention to the thought.

He shook Free's hand, already excited for what was soon to happen, but he was also always excited, mainly when the subject was fucking Free.

Valt held Free's head to the opposite direction, they had no clothes on already (not like those were needed; they had seen themselves like that more times than possible to remember). His grip on Free's head back was gentle, but strong, as he knew just what to do this once, mostly like the other times. He shoved himself upon Free's behind, watching as the blonde bit his lips to keep quiet.

They never used protection. Not that they didn't know it was wrong, no. They were pretty much aware of it. But both were... Wild thinking, rather than logical.

Valt was never a fan of fucking fast. He liked slow burns, to see his partner enjoying it as much as he did, and to be able to enjoy it more... Thoroughly. However, this time was an exception.

He thrusted for a small time while inside of Free, getting deeper with the time. He could feel Free's shivers, he could just taste how much the blonde wanted to make a sound, maybe just one. However, shrugging the thought off for a moment, he decided to think on his own satisfaction before trying to get the dare done. It's not like Free would succeed anyway, even if he tried.

Holding his body against Free's, he felt the sweat running through him, the droplets falling slowly, turning Valt on further. He was fully pressed against Free, who, at the moment, was desperate.

It had all just started, and the male felt one unholy need to moan. His mouth was burning, his back was arched, his ass was already starting to ache, but that was normal, mainly when you're having anal sex. That sudden mix of sensations was driving him to what they called "feeling good", or, better said, an orgasm.

Valt still craved his own satisfaction. Usually, Free's loud noises, the way he moaned his name, and begged for more, that was what put Valt on edge. The feeling of being dominant, he was in control. However, with the lack of noise from the submissive man Infront of him, Valt needed more. He pressed his lips against Free's neck, biting with no mercy and sucking it. If he were to admit, he was imagining that Free's neck was something else.

Valt started pumping a small bit, helping Free, who seemed to be hard. As he kept going, the harder he could, he licked his lips, and licked all the way from Free's collarbone to the top of his neck. He did not lick any of his hair, though. That was one of the things both agreed was kind of nasty. Not that they cared if it was nasty or not, why would they care? Both knew they were nasty themselves.

"You little whore," Valt teased, as he suddenly pulled himself out of Free in an instant, making the mysterious blader gasp. It wasn't a loud sound yet, but he had just started. "oh, sorry. I mean, my little whore." (PI)

He turned Free to face him, pressing him against the bedsheets fast. Not like Valt was strong, Free was just a little weaker now. Valt's hands travelled to the man's most private parts, but his mouth kept a bit of it's innocence, pulling Free for a kiss. He heard as Free gulped, the blue haired boy's masturbating on his dick was making him wish he never had made that bet.

Valt went in for a more extreme condition, immediately sucking Free up, as best as he could. His hands ran through Free's muscular waist, he appreciated the physique. His tongue, however, ran through the other important parts of a man's physique. He especially liked the hole on it, he always sucked harder on that part. His head Involuntarily went up and down, as he felt Free's orgasm finally come (PI). As he realised what was about to happen, Valt speed up his pace as he could. Free's hands gripped on his hair, on his behinds. He held valt's clothes and hair with strength, very kuch preparing himself. He just had to take a small bit more, he was almost done.

His breath hitched, his head went back more, he felt as if he was going insane, and oh, how he loved it.

At the shock of satisfaction from his orgasm, Free's grip tightned on Valt, his legs felt weaker, and he, finally, let out a loud, squeaky moan at his release, that made Valt laugh. He wasn't expecting Free to win the bet, after all it's Free. His Free.