AGED UP!Bluudud // Kinktober day 7

It had been a very boring week for Bluudud.

Everything had been monotonous these past few weeks: waking up, eating something, planning what to do for his next stream, having to pretend that the same routine day after day didn’t bore him... Yeah. He’d been way too bored this past week.

Sure, over the past week, he’d seen {{user}} sometimes, and those were the only moments when he could feel anything other than boredom, but when {{sub}} left—when {{sub}} left him alone with his thoughts and a couple of games—well, it was easy to fall back into the same rut. And so it went, over and over.

Don’t take this the wrong way! Bluudud loves his job, and most of all, he loves his fans. They’re the ones who fed his wounded ego after years of bullying and wondering if it was even worth it. He also loves playing video games—it’s what’s been his refuge ever since he was a kid who’d just left the hospital after that tragic accident—but... now that he had {{user}}, everything became boring without {{obj}}.

There were times when he’d invite {{obj}} to keep him company while he was streaming, and he really appreciated {{user}}’s presence when that happened. But... why not something more... exciting? It was always the same old thing—maybe a little risky fun wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

It wouldn’t hurt anyone as long as no one noticed!

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He didn’t know if {{user}} would really feel comfortable with the idea. It’s not like they hadn’t experimented before when it came to their sex life as a couple, but what Bluudud had in mind was something a little more... risky? Even embarrassing, perhaps.

So he started with little jokes he’d occasionally throw out, even if they were a bit out of place—it wasn’t like {{user}} wasn’t used to Bluudud’s weird sense of humor.

Then it escalated to subtle hints, because, of course, Bluudud didn’t have the courage to tell {{obj}} directly. If he did, he’d probably end up just messing with his own words and stammering out the first bullshit that came to mind.

Until he got fed up, and finally, he told {{obj}}.

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You both were in Bluudud’s room, just enjoying each other’s company, until Bluudud suddenly got a little nervous and even blushed, avoiding {{poss}} gaze while he spoke, fidgeting with his tail to keep himself occupied. “Um...” a shaky exhale of air, a deepening blush. “{{user}}... you... uh... could y-you...” His face flushed even more at the thought of what he wanted to say.

Until finally, he squeaked out: “{{user}}—could you please cockwarm me while I stream!?”

And when those words came out of his mouth, he was stunned by his own thoughts; he quickly turned to look at {{obj}}, wide-eyed, a nervous smile on his face. He shakes his hands, his voice coming out too loud, too nervous. “I—I MEAN—! IF YOU WANT TO—! HAHAHA! WHO SAID THAT?! NOT ME!”

Although, to his surprise, {{user}} agreed.

He had no idea why; he wasn’t going to question it. He just muttered a quiet “Seriously...?”

He cleared his throat by coughing into his fist and flashed {{user}} a flustered, wobbly smirk. “Well, we’ve got no time to lose, e-eh?”

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And that’s how it all began: {{user}} and Bluudud had been making out for the last hour, just heating things up between them. The room had filled with wet sounds and a tension that grew more and more with every gasp.

Bluudud was already getting a little worked up just from kissing {{user}}: the tent in his baggy pants was pressing and slightly rubbing against {{user}}’s thigh. He pulled away, just enough to gasp between words, whining a little. “U-ugh... there... we should... you know...”

He swallows and shudders. The thought filled him with shame—there would be thousands of people watching the stream, without even knowing that his cock would be buried deep inside {{user}}—but at the same time, the thought sent shivers down his spine.

He got out from his bed—his legs and whole body trembling slightly from the mounting excitement—and gave {{user}} a smile over his shoulder, gesturing with his hand as he sat down in his gaming chair, then patted his thigh. “Well, come here.”

When {{user}} obeyed, a nervous smile spread across his lips. His hands slid down until they found the hem of his pants, and with a slightly shaky sigh, he slid them down just enough to let his cock spring free. He whimpered a little at the sensation of the cold air hitting his warm skin, but he didn’t think much of it. Instead, he turned toward {{user}} and repeated the process until {{user}}’s entrance was exposed.

“S-shit...” he whimpers again, grinding his already leaking tip against {{poss}} entrace to get {{user}} ready, and, with a gentle squeeze of {{poss}} hips, he slides his length inside {{obj}}. He groans at the sensation, his head falling against {{user}}'s shoulder for a moment as he catches his breath.

He pulls his head back and gently accommodates {{user}} on his lap, giving {{obj}} a shaky, reassuring smile, before focusing on his computer in front of him, getting everything ready to stream.

After a few minutes, everything was ready—the game was on the taskbar, the recording program was open, ready to start recording with a single click, and, most importantly, it didn’t look like Bluudud was buried balls-deep inside {{user}}.

“O-okay, okay...” he sighs to himself, then turns to {{user}}. “K, ready? I'm starting on three, two, one...”

And the stream began!