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“Thank goodness that match is finally over.” Eli sighed and stretched his arms out.
While the beginning of matches was scheduled, what wasn’t planned was how long it would last. This meant long games drawing out into precious leisure time and, in this case, meal times.
He was starving.
Wasting not a second longer in making his way to the dining hall, the Seer tried to recall what was on the menu for tonight.
Hopefully the other survivors hadn’t cleaned up yet- it was such a hassle to reheat whatever leftovers there were.
He opened the door with a creak- and he made a double-take at what appeared to be someone still at the table.
Oh, hold on.
“Ah, Aesop, you’re also here. That would make sense.” Figures that the other would also want to eat, sharing the same long match.
The Embalmer shook his silver bangs out of his face to look up.
“Eli.”
A short and sweet acknowledgement.
With a quick look around the room, Eli confirmed that the two of them were the only ones here.
A handful of the wall lamps had already burned out, leaving the space dimly, but warmly lit. One could describe it as intimate.
“Would you mind if I sat down here?” He gestured to the seat besides Aesop.
There was a pause, what looked like an eyebrow raising and a squint.
“…Go ahead.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
As he filled his plate, he couldn’t help but observe the other’s demeanour change, quietly sliding food around with his fork instead of bringing it to his mouth.
“You’ve stopped eating. How come?”
The quirk of Aesop’s mouth told Eli that he was likely not expecting him to notice.
His mask hugged the underside of his chin as he spoke.
“Mn..” He hummed, “I don’t like people watching me eat. It feels uncomfortable.”
“I see, I’m sorry for interrupting you. Do… Would you like me to-“
“Don’t worry about it,” Aesop cut in before he finished, “Wasn’t feeling hungry anymore anyways.”
“Oh, are you sure?” Eli half-reached his hand out towards him.
“Yes. Eat.” To his surprise, the Embalmer grasped it and pressed it firmly to the table, swift and soundless. He was quick to let go afterwards, shaking unseen sweat or germs off of his own hand.
Well, he seemed certain in his words.
“Alright then.”
What remained of the night’s dinner had gone rather cold, as to be expected.
He didn’t dare try to heat it up, it was just fine like this.
Nibbling at a spoonful of half-congealed stew, the Seer mused at how it still retained its flavour…
Salty, yes, mainly salty, but also quite full and strong with the taste of beef and various vegetables.
It was much better when it was warm.
Eli finished half the bowl before shaking his head and pushing it away, making a dull scraping sound as it moved across the table.
“So no beef stew?”
He laughed before responding, “No beef stew.”
“No beef stew.” Aesop repeated a few times, the subtlest of smiles on his face.
Ah, that kind of smile looked nice on him. Eli wished he could see it more often.
“I always feel so hungry after these longer matches,” He muttered idly whilst reaching for a roll of bread, “But what can I do? I don’t believe sneaking food in would be a good idea...”
Aesop watched him tear into the bun in his hands, hopefully listening to him ramble while he was at it.
“Maybe I should- Lord, these crusts are so tough to bite through- Maybe I thoud just schtuff mythelf full beforehand.”
“H-Hm?”
“Whell, like-“ Eli paused to swallow, the mouthful sliding down his throat, “If I simply ate more before the match started, it would take me longer to become hungry again, don’t you agree?”
Instead of answering, Aesop pressed his lips together before turning his head away.
Was he putting his mask on? What was he covering his face for?
“Are you alright, Aesop?”
“Fine.” The response was blunt, as if saying any more would cause trouble.
After a few seconds, Eli continued, albeit in a softer tone.
“..Then again, it wouldn’t do to overeat when I already have to carry this around.”
His hand patted the slight round of his stomach to prove a point. The motion was a lot more visible because of his seated position.
“Please.” Aesop coughed. “Warn me before you do something like that.”
“What, this?” Eli chuckled as he grabbed a handful of his gut and wiggled it.
My oh my, the Seer was sure being confident this evening.
He stopped when he realised the other was white-knuckling the table, staring extremely attentively at the worn woodgrain.
“Ah, I’m being too bold again, aren’t I?” Hand slipping away from his stomach, he leaned forward to catch a read on Aesop’s face.
Irises of iron side-eyed him. “Be quiet. You’re still hungry, right? Busy your mouth and eat.”
Doing as the Embalmer instructed, Eli procured a second roll of bread- the corners of his lips turned upwards as he bit into it.
He had a feeling he would be learning something new about the fellow survivor tonight.
---
Eli leaned back in his seat, content and patting his full belly with heavy hands.
The change wasn’t too visible under his cloak, but threatened to bulge outwards, packed tight.
If he ate like this before a match, he would be set.
Only problem being he’d have a mighty trouble running around and trying to kite the hunter… There was no need for more complaints about his vaulting speed..
“Aesop, I don’t think I can fit another bite~” His voice drawled.
He had never been so grateful for the elasticity of his robes.
Various plates laid around the table, containing merely crumbs or swabs of sauce, yet a fair few of them still had bits and pieces remaining.
He wondered how much of that was from the others’ feasting, and how much of that was from him.
A toss of silver ponytail at his side. A grey-clad knee bouncing on its heel.
“It would be a shame to put all this to waste, though.” Aesop whispered.
The Seer angled his head sweetly at the other. “For somebody who dislikes being watched while eating, you’re certainly enjoying seeing me like this.”
“I- What?” He sputtered in self-defence, “I don’t.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“How about I put it this way.”
“Would you like to find out if I can fit the rest of all this food inside me?”
Aesop ran his fingers up his forehead, nesting in his now dishevelled hair.
“You… put me at a loss for words, Eli Clark.”
The other looked unable to meet his gaze for long. Wow, he must be really affected by this, then.
“Lucky for you, you won’t need to use your words. I’d much prefer something else.”
“And what does that mean???”
“I can’t reach that plate over there. Care to lend a hand?”
The corners of Aesop’s eyes raised, sparkling in the lamplight.
Quickly, the next piece of food was presented to him. Some kind of stir-fried vegetable- carrot, perhaps?- speared on a fork and cradled by the gloved hand that held it.
Eli leaned forwards a little and wrapped his lips delicately around the slice, pulling it off of its silver throne.
Oh, no, that wasn’t carrot. Bell pepper, then.
His blind ass could hardly tell the difference, alright?
He forced himself to chew slowly, lest it give him a stomach-ache.
Seeing the grey-haired man fluster before him was simply an added bonus.
A second forkful was pressed to his mouth, impatient.
“Ghnn..” He grunted, audibly gulping down the bite he was working on and opening his mouth.
This one was celery- he could tell immediately.
“Good, good.” Aesop purred, affectionately rubbing his thumb against the side of Eli’s cheek before putting the silverware down.
“You theem pleathed.” He slurred, trying to keep his food inside his mouth.
“Very.”
As they polished off the platter, he could feel the telltale knot tightening even further within him.
He should have stopped long ago. However, the giddy look on Aesop’s face was enough to keep him going, despite how much his stomach strained.
“Next one. Open.”
“Ahh~” Eli couldn’t help a giggle, causing his belly to shake all over. God, that felt nauseous.
As he ate, Aesop’s free hand moved from its resting position.
It wasn’t until he felt a weight on top his stomach did he realise where it had gone.
Gentle, gentle, affectionate strokes.
Melting into the touch, he slid partway down his seat with a hum, the hem of his robes starting to rise up his knees and bunching together on his lap.
Aesop’s hand moved from his stomach to the fold of cloth.
“Can… Can I, well..?” He motioned a pulling action with the handful of robes.
“Please do.”
An unexpected release of tension made Eli sit up. His belt lay loosened around his waist, to which Aesop was working on removing.
“Oh, wow, that feels so much better. I didn’t even realise.”
Shifting his legs as he was met with the coolness of the open air, he glanced down at himself.
Navy rested on top of his visibly stuffed belly, rising up and down with his breaths.
With the dark clothes out of the way, it was easy to see how it spilled into his pale lap.
He was covered down there- don’t worry-
Anything indecent was concealed by the briefs he wore, although the waistband dug just that little bit into his love-handle hips.
The thin stripe of a garter ran down both of Eli’s thighs. Attached to them, a pair of stockings, reaching above his knees.
“You look so full.. So big and plump for me…”
“Keep eating, Eli.”
The Embalmer squeezed what he could grab of his fat stomach, massaging it as his other hand prepared the next morsel.
A thumb slowly dragged across the expanse of the other’s thigh, catching the garter strap, and flicking away at the end, the flesh rippling in response. Aesop was obsessed.
“You’re so.. warm?” His gloves were discarded on the table- fingers diving between the soft meat of Eli’s legs.
Another mouthful met his lips while Aesop fondled his thighs. The inner surfaces were smooth and squishy and wonderful, and there surely couldn’t be any more delicate part of him.
Eli honestly wasn’t even paying attention to what was being fed to him. It was all lukewarm, savoury mush.
He was far more invested in, well, getting bigger..
Oh how he wished his stomach could grow to rival his own height, or even Aesop’s height. To span the width of the chair he sat on, to be so heavy as to break it.
How he’d love to chew and swallow and grow.
He imagined his own thighs becoming wider and wider while those generous hands caressed him and fed him. Bulging out from their stockings which threatened to rip at the seams. Spilling over the edges of his seat.
His already accentuated rolls becoming more pronounced, his rounded chest developing into full, heavy breasts that lay lazily on top on his tummy.
The new weight would go to his ass too, wouldn’t it? Aesop would love that… His ass was already quite round and filled out. For it to be even more so…
Visions of Aesop- Or maybe even someone else, like Norton, or Naib- losing all sense of restraint over him, tearing into him, loving him and his beautiful, big body all over. Now that was a thought that made him shudder.
What a whore he was..
“..-li? Eli, are you still here?”
He blinked from under his blindfold and re-collected himself. Ah, he was still here, at the dining table. His thighs were still the same size as he had first come in here. His stomach, while swollen and aching, had stagnated and hadn’t expanded much more since being stuffed to its full capacity.
Aesop was paused in front of him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Ah- Hello. I’m sorry, I must have… spaced out. Did you ask me something?” The Seer finally responded.
The grey-haired let out a relieved sigh. “Thought you had passed out, I don’t know. Probably should’ve checked in before.” Taking a breath, it appeared like he was planning out his words, “Are you still okay with going on? Want to, er, take a break? Finish for the night, even?”
It was in Eli’s lightning instinct to immediately console the other, to say something like “No, no, I’m good! I’m great!”, or “Please, keep going!!” or even…
He looked at his belly, tight and full, taught skin stretched over a boulder.
“If this body of mine could catch up with my soul’s desires, I don’t think I’d ever stop, Aesop.”
The Seer’s flowing poetic language didn’t have the same impact when the man it came from was slouched backwards into his chair and halfway to a food-coma. To be fair, the teasing drawl he had adopted was rather cute.
“I do feel… we might have to stop for now,” He chewed at his lip, “But there is something else I’d like to do instead. Would you be willing to…?”
“Willing to..?” Aesop echoed the other’s mysterious question, trail-off and all.
“Ah, well, it’s embarrassing to say out loud,”
“Oh- you mean- Oh-”
Eli’s hands crept downwards to frame at his abdomen. One grazed over the front of his briefs, bringing Aesop’s attention to the half-hard outline in it.
“Would you pet me and soothe and caress my big, round tummy, until the aches go away and I’m all soft and squeezable and stuffed? Dear, would you fuck me? ”
Aesop couldn’t help but stammer in response to the unexpected words. “I- What- Wow…”
His eyes kept coming back to the bulge in the other’s briefs. Eli was getting aroused by this the whole time?
He supposed he could see why, but actually having proof of it before him made such a difference.
“I..” Came his voice again. He should try and answer the question. “I’d like- It would be nice to- That sounded weird.”
“Yes, I’d like to.” He said again, more clearly.
The Embalmer pushed aside most of the empty dishes, and nudged Eli’s chair further outwards so he could sit between those gorgeous legs. He began to pull down Eli’s underwear-
-WHAM-
Down at the end of the room a blur of blond crashed through the door. Aesop ducked and hid, hoping whoever came in wouldn’t see him, but it seemed like he wouldn’t need to worry about it.
“Can’t catch me!!” Mike Morton blew a raspberry behind him, still running.
He’s gone as fast as he had arrived, just like the green-hooded Naib Subedar chasing after him.
“FUCKER! GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS JUST WATCH-” Echoed down the hallway through the doors slammed open without any regard for closing them again.
“Should…” Aesop whispered as he sat back up, “Should we find somewhere.. more private?”
“Good idea.”
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The two of them had managed to sneak around the hallways without raising any suspicion.
Aesop took to carrying Eli under the excuse that “It’d be faster, and I wouldn’t want you to become uncomfortable on the way.” Who was Eli to refuse it?
As the Embalmer shut the door behind him, he looked around at Eli’s room.
“Brooke Rose is out right now,” The Seer confirmed, “She likes to go hunting around this time, and if she comes back and sees us, she’ll give us the space we need.”
What a nice bird.
So that left Eli to flop onto his bed, back-down and legs dangled off the side. His stomach made a quiet gurgle- He wasn’t sure if Aesop could have heard it under all the other sounds of the sheets and his robes shuffling.
Patting one hand over his belly, he glanced up at the sound of the other’s voice.
“There’s oil in one of these draws, right?”
“Yeah. Last time I remember it was in the top one, near the back.”
“Got it.”
While Eli was happy to invite Aesop onto the bed with him, the other wordlessly went back to his position back in the dining room.
He knelt on the floor between each of Eli’s thighs, holding on them as he steadied himself. The small vial of lubricant oil was in his hand, while the other one held at the waistband of those goddamn briefs.
The distraction of having to find privacy had set them back. However, it didn’t take long for Eli’s cock to become aroused again.
It was still somewhat soft- even when Eli grew fully hard there would always be a bit of pudginess to it. The head was a deep red, and as the colour travelled down the tip it lightened until it reached his wide, girthy base. While it wasn’t the longest, that width made up for it tenfold. And that’s not even mentioning the balls propping it up, clean-shaven and round and delicious.
A member like this suited him perfectly.
Aesop pulled down his mask. “On second thought, I wouldn’t mind eating something in front of you..”
At Eli’s giggle, the Embalmer leant forwards and took the head into his mouth.
He slid his fingers up and down the rest of the length. He had forgotten that he took his gloves off before, and it felt so warm under his bare hands.
Man, he hadn’t even used the lube yet. Opening the vial, he drizzled a good amount onto his hands and lathered them together before returning to business.
Meanwhile, Eli had tilted his head back onto the sheets, chin facing the roof. His own hands were laid atop his stomach, giving it gentle rubs every now and then.
At each stroke of his cock, he would sigh and feel as if he was sinking further into the bed.
Aesop would occasionally remove himself from the other’s tip to squeeze and suckle at the meaty thighs he sat between. He grazed a thumb over each mark he made, soon littering the soft inner flesh with hickies.
“Delicious..” He murmured, though he doubted Eli was able to hear it.
Tonguing at the slit in the other’s head, he welcomed the precum beginning to seep out.
He inched himself further down, while one of his hands held it steady at the base. The other trailed to his own.
Aesop eased his pants off of his hips as best he could with his one hand. They dropped around his ankles, along with his underwear.
Taking a moment to re-oil his fingers, they circled around his hole, before pressing his pointer in slowly.
It started off with Aesop both fingering himself and sucking on Eli’s cock, however it didn’t last long when Eli sat up and brushed a hand over Aesop’s fringe.
“Lord.. You’re doing so well,” He said, coaxing the other off of his dick, “Can I help you? Please?”
With that, they moved properly onto the bed. Aesop still faced Eli’s crotch, but he was laid atop of the other’s stomach, and his ass was being kneaded by Eli’s talented hands.
Aesop took to sitting back and servicing the Seer, drooling down the side of his cock while Eli oiled him up. His eyes closed as he felt a few soft kisses on his rim.
Eli gently pumped at Aesop’s own member, while curling two of his- much larger- fingers inside of the other’s slicked hole, pleasuring him from both ends.
Aesop couldn’t get used to the pattern. His breath huffed out of his nose at each exhale, trying to stay quiet.
Up, down, up, down, the hand stroking at his length. Thumbing at his crown, squeezing at his base.
His poor ass squelched at the moving fingers, spreading him wide open, brushing past his most sensitive spot, more teasing each time.
He tried to concentrate on making Eli feel good, but he couldn’t help just.. falling over the cock in front of him, to put it bluntly.
His own slender fingers dragged up and down, and it felt impossible to cover the girth all the way around.
He wanted it inside of him.
A twitch of it had his hips buck, tightening around Eli’s fingers and bobbing his head a little further down onto it- although he was rather just using it as a gag at this point. More precum leaked down his throat.
“Eli…” He mumbled, popping his lips off if only to sound clearer.
Ah, how both of them were so impatient.
Resting atop of Eli’s tummy once again, Aesop had turned around and his hips were hovering right above of Eli’s. His taint rubbed and teased at the head, which throbbed in response.
“I’ll go in, then,” Came Eli’s purr, “You know what to say if you need me to stop, don’t you?”
“Mhmm…”
Oil slid against oil, it took careful guidance to slowly lower Aesop down onto that wide cock. Finally, finally.
It speared him open in ways he craved, pressing his rim open far, far wider than one would expect.
“Guhnn,” Aesop tilted his head down into the comfort of Eli’s shoulder.
Both of his hands were on the Seer’s loins to stabilise himself, however they began to wander. They rubbed and pet his stomach, full and tough from being packed with food. He was sure if he put his ear up against it, he would be able to hear the little rumbles and grumbles from within it. Cute.
Eli had taken to lethargically thrusting upwards into that tight warmth, plugging Aesop up each time he was all the way in.
While it was hard for Eli to find (let alone reach) the Embalmer’s prostate with his cock, the grey-haired found enough pleasure in other stimulation. And it was worth the gape he would get each time.
Aesop’s hips moved with the thrusts, moans and sighs and huffs of all kinds.
His eyes had drooped, only having enough energy to hold his heavy eyelids up halfway.
Ah.. He wanted to play with Eli’s body, too.
His pointer finger circled the other’s navel, both hands gripped gently at his softer love handles.
He toyed with his nipples, infatuated with how they stiffened at the touch.
He kissed the Seer’s chest- then, he reached further forward and kissed his lips.
God, they were delicious. Swollen and plump and pink, shiny with a mixture of his own saliva and the lubricant oil, even softer than his body.
The chuckle that came from their owner was angelic.
He went in for another kiss. There was a faint aftertaste of the food he had fed the other, and in his sex-drunk state of mind, it almost seemed arousing.
Eli sped up his movements, and Aesop went back to holding onto the brunet’s thighs.
He was bouncing on top of his hips, really. Aesop’s cock swayed with each thrust, getting rougher each time.
Head curling between Eli’s chest to hide his face, his back arched inwards and a hand flew to pump at his member.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He cursed, voice muffled.
Eli’s breath was also heavy as he wrapped his arms around the man on top of him.
Aesop came first. Seizing up, it was tight and warm and wet, a streak of cum all the way up Eli’s stomach, which quivered at the feeling.
“Aagh~”
Eli slows down to let the other recover. While he was close, and the delicious tightness of Aesop’s orgasm almost had him losing control, there’s a shuffling as said Aesop began pulling himself off of the other.
His legs trembled as he moved further down the bed, head back between Eli’s thighs.
“Here,” He finally said, hands reaching back to the rock-hard cock in front of him, “It’s better if I’m here like this, instead.”
The Seer tilted his head knowingly, “You just don’t want to have to clean yourself out, do you?”
“Yeah.” No sign of hesitation, nor remorse.
“… That’s.. That is fair.”
With Aesop’s mind cleared, he was able to get Eli back to the edge.
His cock oozed precum like a broken tap, running down the length at his balls, soaking his taint and hole, pooling on the sheets under his hips.
If Aesop started from the bottom and squeezed all the way to the tip, a big load of the stuff would drool out and make Eli’s whole body shudder.
His hips were shifting back and forth, as if he was still trying to rut into Aesop’s ass.
The sound of slick and hums and groans filled the room.
“Aes- Aesop-” His voice cracked, rising up in pitch the slightest bit, “I’m- Please, please, I’m so close-”
Aesop continued his motions, as Eli reached his peak.
His hips came off the bed entirely. His head tipped back once again, letting out strings of syllables that could have been Aesop’s name.
There was oil and cum and sweat everywhere, both of them were red from exhaustion.
Eli’s stomach was iced like a cake, and some of it ran off the sides onto the already soiled sheets.
He could hardly think, let alone try and deal with that right now.
“Dear lord..” The Seer looked towards the ceiling, blanking out for a solid five minutes.
When he came back, Aesop was stumbling back to the bed, having found a towel.
“It would be…” He shook his head and started the sentence over, “It would be better if we could wash up properly. But. Eughhhhgh…”
“Thank you, Aesop,” Eli said as the other rolled over him, with apparently just enough energy to swab his abdomen and nether regions with the towel. Refolding it to a dry side, he quickly wiped down his own crotch.
His job done, the Embalmer tossed the towel to the floor, before collapsing on top of Eli’s belly again.
His thin frame shook with Eli’s tired laughter, moaning something about not moving so much.
A pair of hands found their way back to his tummy, rubbing slow circles into it and humming.
Eli had one arm draped over the side of the bed, and the other over Aesop, returning the cuddle as best as he could.
There were a few minutes of silence.
“Aesop, do you still remember that idea?”
“Hhm?”
“About, well, eating more before I have a match. And then, I wouldn’t be so hungry.”
“How.. The fuck… Do you remember that after what we just did?”
Eli simply laughed.
“I have a match at eleven tomorrow morning…” He continued, “Shall we put our idea to the test?”
“..Noted.”
“Aah~ I’m excited, now. And hopefully then it’ll be warm food, for once!”