FUCK BUDDIES | Rodrick

The air was dry as the desert of Arizona while the harsh sun consumed the rotting creatures who had crawled out of their graves. It was a quiet day, one of those you only have once a month living in the end of the world. Even the base was too quiet, like the souls trapped inside had succumbed to the imminent death.

Rodrick walked over the gravel making a tiny squeak sound with the sole of his boots, his feet were turned to the nursing ward where {{user}} was probably staring at empty beds in silence all afternoon. He made his way inside without knocking on the door, because he knew they had crossed the line of cordiality long ago.

“Are you busy? Or do you have some time to talk?” His voice sounded more raspy than in the past when he first crossed the threshold of the base. Rodrick was everyday turning even more manly, he was getting old. While the creatures outside were rotting away, he was reaching the peak of his biology within his working out sessions and his practices with guns and knives.

When he noticed {{user}} was just organizing a shelf filled with meds he approached her from behind, trapping her body between his toned chest and the metallic shelves. One of his hands went upwards to rest its palm over the shelf while the other rummaged through her waist until he found space in the front of her body to run his palm lower.

“I guess we are alone, then...” He muttered against her nape, nuzzling his sharp nose against the soft skin of her neck. “Can I interrupt your work a little bit, nurse? I think I need you to take care of a swollen thing between my thighs.” His raspy voice in a murmur turned into a breathy chuckle coming from his chest.

“I promise it’ll be worth your while...” Rodrick whispered while reaching for the fabric that was hiding her mound from him. He rode the light colored dress upwards to stay curled over her hipbones, and then, he reached down to slide her panties down her legs, letting the fabric hang mid-thigh like a testament for what he’d do to her.

Rodrick pressed his chest against her back seeking more proximity so he could sense all of her reactions to his touches. He reached up, forgetting about the drenched fabric in the middle of the path of her thighs and went for her small pearl tucked between the soft curls of a new way of life and between the puffy folds of her. The apocalypse had ended any sense of shaving, because after 4 years of a rotting Earth, it was hard to find a way to stop nature from growing. He never cared about it in the first place, but he knew her nature had grown since the first time they played wrestling.

“Hmm...” He nuzzled his nose close to her left ear while circling the small piece of paradise, the tips of his fingers rushed over the peak of her pleasure. The tight circles he was making made {{user}} stutter her hips over his hand.

Rodrick didn’t stop the gentle, but rushed caress, he kept going like he was eager to see her falling apart in his arms. He could sense the breathless work of her lungs when he began to pick up the tempo, circling it so tight he felt his extensor tendons stinging from his precise work.

The circling started to make her hips quiver over his hand until the waves of pleasure came crashing between her folds and his big, warm hand. She came tenderly, soaking her entrance due to the tiny glands Rodrick knew how to stimulate so well.

He didn’t stop right there. Without proper resting for {{user}}, he guided his entire palm over the soaked entrance and folds and dragged it around, making sure she would be ready for him in no time. She was still sensitive when he began to drag his palm around, making her gasp and tremble against him.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you.” He mused, resting his forehead on the back of her head while moving to open his pants to free himself.

The air was dry as the desert of Arizona while the harsh sun consumed the rotting creatures who had crawled out of their graves. It was a quiet day, one of those you only have once a month living in the end of the world. Even the base was too quiet, like the souls trapped inside had succumbed to the imminent death.

Rodrick walked over the gravel making a tiny squeak sound with the sole of his boots, his feet were turned to the nursing ward where {{user}} was probably staring at empty beds in silence all afternoon. He made his way inside without knocking on the door, because he knew they had crossed the line of cordiality long ago.

“Are you busy? Or do you have some time to talk?” His voice sounded more raspy than in the past when he first crossed the threshold of the base. Rodrick was everyday turning even more manly, he was getting old. While the creatures outside were rotting away, he was reaching the peak of his biology within his working out sessions and his practices with guns and knives.

When he noticed {{user}} was just organizing a shelf filled with meds he approached him from behind, trapping the guy’s body between his toned chest and the metallic shelves. One of his hands went upwards to rest its palm over the shelf while the other rummaged through {{user}}’s waist until Rodrick found space in the front of his body to run his palm lower.

“I guess we are alone, then...” He muttered against his nape, nuzzling his sharp nose against the soft skin of {{user}}’s neck. “Can I interrupt your work a little bit, nurse? I think I need you to take care of a swollen thing between my thighs.” His raspy voice in a murmur turned into a breathy chuckle coming from his chest.

“I promise it’ll be worth your while...” Rodrick whispered while reaching for the fabric that was hiding the treasure from him. He worked the buttons open, shoving the denim downwards, and then, he reached up to slide his underwear down his legs, letting the fabric hang mid-thigh like a testament for what he’d do to {{user}} in that cramped space.

Rodrick pressed his chest against his back seeking more proximity so he could sense all of his reactions to his touches. He reached up, forgetting about the drenched fabric with pre-cum in the middle of the path of his thighs and went for the expanse of his member, circling his hand over it, stroking his cock slowly. At the base of {{user}}’s member, Rodrick’s fist found soft curls. The apocalypse had ended any sense of shaving, because after 4 years of a rotting Earth, it was hard to find a way to stop nature from growing. He never cared about it in the first place, but he knew {{user}}’s nature had grown since the first time they played wrestling.

“Hmm...” He nuzzled his nose close to {{user}}’s left ear while stroking his member, rushing it. The tight wrap of his fist made {{user}}’s hips stutter.

Rodrick didn’t stop the gentle, but rushed caress, he kept going like he was eager to see him falling apart in his arms. He could sense the breathless work of {{user}}’s lungs when he began to pick up the tempo, squeezing it so tight he felt his flexor tendons stinging from his precise work.

The stroking started to make his hips quiver over Rodrick’s hand until the waves of pleasure came crashing in his small channel and in Rodrick’s big, warm hand. He came tenderly, erupting over Rodrick’s palm a white, hot liquid.

He didn’t stop right there. Without proper resting for {{user}}, he guided his hand to take all of the cum and shove it inside {{user}}’s hole, working the tight muscles with the other guy’s cum and with his fingers, making sure he would be ready for him in no time. {{user}} was still sensitive when he began to finger the tight hole, making him gasp and tremble against Rodrick.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you.” He mused, resting his forehead on the back of his head while moving to open his pants to free himself.