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It was a hot day at the Koopa Kingdom.
Really hot.
Luigi was lying down, with a blanket covering him from his feet to his throat, looking at the ceiling in the dark, with his eyes somewhat irritated from the lack of rest.
Beside him, a large creature was laid in the mattress, deep in a sleep that made him snore through his snout. He looked relaxed, calm. That was Bowser, his husband, who had fallen asleep as soon as he touched the bed after spending the day reading papers. The plumber only said "Good night" when he saw how tired he was and pretend to go to sleep too.
It always started the same way, he'd daydream for longer than he'd intended, and then the tingling would start, just under his skin. It was this feverish heat that made him go crazy during his afternoons and make him sweat without any kind of rest at night. He could never sleep well until it was fixed, spending whole nights up staring at his bedroom ceiling.
Go to the bathroom? Had tried already. But Bowser always seemed to wake up with the sound and light, knocking on the door several times. Luigi knew well that the other cared about him, probably worried about him being sick, or something happening to him. His intentions were good, it just wasn't the right time. Not when he was trying to have some kind of privacy.
Ask him to help him with “it”? Absolutely not! Yeah, they were married and everything, but Luigi was such a chicken that he just preferred to shut his mouth and stare at him until the other realized what he wanted, which was not the case because he was so busy all the time, it was not easy to run a kingdom, let alone more than that.
At last, it was late, which he had been waiting for all day. The king had fallen asleep a while ago, he had a long day and work had consumed him in such a way that going to bed early was an obligation.
The night was quiet, you could barely hear the footsteps of the Koopas marching in the distance through the carpeted corridors, and the snoring of the giant tortoise that was resting next to him.
He swallowed a ball of saliva.
It was now or never.
Carefully, He was lifting the blanket to put his head inside it and watch as he spread its own thighs wide, reaching a trembling hand, down to his Boxers.
The position was uncomfortable, he couldn't even sit up without looking suspicious, so he had to stay calm even though the pain was agonizing, moving slowly and carefully if he didn't want to wake up the king who was resting next to him, completely unaware of what he was doing. What was going on behind his back.
He hadn't done this in a long time, too long actually, he could count on his hands how many times he did something like this to himself or Bowser, and he would have fingers left over. He was not a man experienced in the case in the least, he usually suppressed himself and that was enough for his body. Luigi was no beast in bed. However, he always thought of being the "slow and loving" type in it, which was an idea totally thrown out when he first did it with Bowser.
The guy was the opposite, if it wasn't for his size, he was sure he'd snap his spine in half, and he wouldn't be careful at all. In addition, for some reason, when he spoke dirty to him or whispered degrading things, his hair stood and that itching always increased. He knew he wasn't serious, and that turned him on?
He was really screwed in the head. Why he was like that?
Those thoughts only made his hands clench in panic, looking down at himself in anticipation, adrenaline nearly exploding from his veins, but before continuing, he took his free hand over his mouth, making sure to stifle his gasps, and moans that seemed increasingly difficult to contain, even without having touched himself, he was so hard that it was hurting like hell.
With that, he began to move his right hand, causing slow movements along its length, moving up and down, slowly and torturously, gripping it tightly while he used his thumb to squeeze the tip, avoiding any kind of stain on the sheets.
He couldn't help but let out a small squeal as he squeezed his eyes shut, biting the hand he was using to cover his mouth so hard it would probably leave a mark.
The fact that the man of his dreams was sleeping peacefully next to his added a “danger” factor to whatever it was, he was doing as a poor attempt to satisfy himself. Which, for some strange reason, caused his cheeks to get hotter and his lips to have small contractions, completely tense from the position and situation.
Suddenly, an intrusive thought popped into his mind like hundreds of others. But this time, it was crystal clear.
His eyes widened as he hunched over, squeezing his member and closing his legs, complaining. His head hurt, making him shudder and tingle all over his body. His reaction was not something he could control, the feeling of a kind of heat flooding his insides before falling to the edge was something too strong.
He cursed under his breath, he felt pathetic, he barely touched himself and he was about to cum, damn. Quickly turning to see Bowser 's spiked back, he didn't seem to have moved an inch, which calmed him down a bit. The last thing that was missing is for the other to realize what a sad thing he was doing, he would surely laugh at him for days if he found out. He couldn't with the pity
Even with all this, when there were no monkeys on the shoreline, he began to move again, trying not to whimper as his hands quickened, spreading his legs shamelessly, with a familiar penetrating heat pooling and coiling. in his stomach, along with the twisted flutter that had him gasping.
His hips moved against his will, letting out little gasps and moans that were muffled by his own hand as he tried in vain to delay what was inevitable.
Before he knew it, he was moaning Bowser's name, causing him to bite into his own palm, almost hard enough to bring out little trickles of blood. He was so close that his vision was blurring, and his hips were moving at such a frenetic pace that he didn't realize how loud he was screaming. Panting and trying to catch his breath.
The fluttering inside of him grew more intense, each vibration igniting the heat in his stomach. He felt so hot that his thighs burned like fire, he wanted…he wanted to release the pressure and the knot that was building in his stomach, making him move his hand more quickly and throw his head back. Everything went black.
He had come onto his stomach and slammed his legs shut, staring at the mess he had made as he gasped for breath, the hot liquid on his belly not nearly as pleasurable as climax, but he didn't dislike it either. Slowly he separated his hand from his mouth, observing a small thread of crimson liquid, with holes in his skin from the mark of his teeth, it was blood. Luigi had felt too good to worry seconds before now about the mess he had to clean up.
" Luigi? "
Shit, fuck fuck fuck.
The plumber looked down at himself, penis in hand, then back at Bowser. Which seemed completely gone, with slightly drooping pupils, narrowed, but still his irises looked as if they glowed in the dark, they were red like blood, moving up and down several times and investigating the scene in front of him.
Luigi didn't know what to do, the blanket wasn't even covering him, he had kicked it earlier in the middle of his session. He could only swallow and smile awkwardly at the beast in front of him, which seemed unimpressed by the sight. The one with light blue eyes quickly covered himself with the sheets and pulled up his underwear, his whole face was dyed red.
He heard Bowser let out an exhausted sigh as he lay back on the bed, putting his hands over his own face and rubbing it several times. "What are you doing Pistachio?" The tone sounded almost like a disappointed parent who had caught him doing something stupid. Luigi had just kept quiet, looking at the wall and sitting on the bed, hugging his knees.
"Something." The plumber whispered in embarrassment, looking sideways at him with his face buried between his knees, trying to hide in any way possible. He really was embarrassed, plus hearing how disappointed Bowser seemed in him, his tone was sarcastic.
There were a few seconds of silence, each one to their own mind, the human, wanting the earth to swallow him and the king, questioning life a little too hard.
The last one slowly turned around, still lying on the bed, to face the other, resting one of his scaly cheeks on his own hand, with his elbow on the pillow and staring at Luigi. Which was still looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Why didn't you tell me? You know I could been some help". Bowser's thick voice resounded in the dark room, it almost sounded scratchy, normal for any person who had just woken up, moreover, it was genuine, as if he didn't understand what the other wanted to get to with all that show that had been put together.
"Because, I felt embarrassed, about it, the topic, you know me..." Luigi replied hiding his head between his legs, he felt intimidated by the way the other looked at him and he didn't have a good excuse for the situation either. What was he going to say? Oh, great Bowser! It's no big deal! It's just that I get hotter than summer sun when I imagine you on top of me *beep* touching my * beep* while *beep* and *beep*!
Of course, He wouldn't say that!
"But you weren't ashamed to be touchy next to me while I was sleepin ’ ?" The king had a point, several. He remained silent looking at his own hand, brushing his claws against each other while he waited for a somewhat coherent answer, he didn't want to put so much pressure on Luigi and that's why he had stopped looking at him, but he really wanted to understand him.
"I'm sorry, really sorry." The one that was made into a ball murmured, rubbing his own arm while looking at his toes, not knowing what to add. The shame was killing him too much, he had no other word but to apologize.
But Bowser rolled his eyes, then let out a snort that had sounded like a growl, turning away from him again. He almost seemed offended. "Don't apologize, you're the one missin’ out." The creature snarled at him, shrugging its shoulders and pretending to be disinterested. All of this confused Luigi. who looked at him immobile. Had he heard correctly?
"Excuse me?" He muttered aloud while blinking several times. He didn't know if it was because of the tone of voice, what he said or the way, that he had realized that the situation was very different from what he had thought of in his head. His face was one of pure disbelief. "Are you angry?" He expressed with concern. He wasn't going to blame the guy for needing personal space or for being mad at him after what happened. But there was something more in there.
There was a sound of the blankets being pushed, it was Bowser who was trying to sit up, but he had gotten entangled in them, making him crazy, tearing one of them and splitting the fabric in half. The growling had turned almost to roar at that point. Luigi recognized it, a fit of anger.
" YES, AND WHAT?!! " The one with flaming red hair roared, with a piece of sheet in each hand and turning to look at the human, who kept hugging his knees, covering his mess. Now that Luigi looked at him better, he had an expression of disbelief and blank, with a somewhat reddish tone on each of his cheeks as he looked at him penetratingly.
"But w-why?" The little voice that came out of the plumber's throat was not something he was proud of, it sounded like a frightened mouse, but it was better than nothing.
" Because I want to do it with you too! All the time! " The stressed-out creature yelled as he tossed the pieces of sheet onto the bed in frustration. Luigi let out a small moan of surprise. "But you always look at me with that... awful, disgustingly adorable little doggy face, makin’ me feel guilty for thinking such things. " Bowser swallows the feeling of guilt and grief to his guts, causing his face to heat up and his paws to twitch.
Luigi remained silent looking at him, seeing how he supported his weight against the frame of the bed, to catch his breath in heavy gasps, he was redder than anything the plumber has ever seen, and he was the one supposed to be ashamed of the situation.
Bowser didn't seem to have finished, for after what seemed like the calm after the storm, he burst out of nowhere again, making Luigi jump a little. " And now I find out that you're masturbating next to me like it was nothin’! It's not fair! I should be helpin’ you with that! " He was complaining, there was no doubt about it, he wasn't disappointed, nor was it that he disliked what he had done, he was just angry that he wasn't included in the party.
Luigi stared at him blankly, with an indescribable face. "You are a pervert." He thought aloud, crossing his arms and closing his eyes, now playing the offended one. Bowser, on the other hand, now had an incredulous face, he couldn't believe the ignorant position that the other had taken. On his scales he felt a strange itch combined with a strange thought that was beginning to bloom.
" Oh, so now I'm the pervert! ". The beast growled, pointing to the plumber and what an "accident" his belly had, causing him to quickly cover himself up and embarrassedly react by raising his lips, causing his mustache to do the same.
"It's not my fault you're so…so nice to look at!" Luigi yelled with his face made of tomato, closing his eyes and avoiding seeing the other's reaction, with a tingling in his stomach that was consuming him intensively. He was embarrassed to say what he felt, but it was as if the words were escaping from his throat. It was an uncontrollable feeling.
Bowser's face was slowly moving, completely changing expressions, from surprised, to an arrogant and full of mischief.
He settled on the bed, moving his mouth several times as if he were chewing, arranging the saliva to moisten his lips, if he had any. With that, he looked at him in the most arrogant way possible, raising and lowering his eyebrows. "Do I look cute to you, pistachio?". The older man said with a seductive tone of voice, watching how the plumber let out a tired sigh and turned his head so as not to look at him.
He knew that beast like the back of his hand, he knew his manipulative tactics or when he wanted, to annoy him, or to get him out of his box "Don't start Bowser." He warned him, staring at him. But it wasn't effective enough, since even being in the dark, he could feel the presence of King Koopa's body over him, almost hugging him.
"You started." Bowser thought aloud as he reached out one of his hands towards the smaller human, managing to remove a bit of the sheets and peel him almost like a banana, until he managed to touch his hips with two of his fingers, gently squeezing the fleshy and hot skin, getting a groan from the other.
"N-no!" Luigi yelled, making everything stop, even Bowser who was now silently staring at him with curious eyes. "I must go…go." Luigi needed an idea that would get him out of there fast. "I-im going to get a bath!" He raised his hand, pointing to the small door on the side and laughing awkwardly. The king raised an eyebrow, but did not stop him, he let him get off the bed, still watching how he dragged the blanket across the floor to cover his exposed crotch, without breaking the battle of looks he had with Bowser, walking backwards, as if the other was going to attack him by turning around, like an horror movie.
After taking several steps in the direction of the bathroom, which were the longest seconds of his life. He finally felt safe, managing to get up the courage to start the run to the bathroom. However, the crack of wood being crushed not far from him echoed through his eardrums.
"You can't get away from me, Little pistachio." The deep roar echoed between the walls and a giant hand covered his entire body sooner than expected, from his feet to the last tip of his hair, to grab him. Making him hot as equally tense.
Luigi was dragged back to bed, mortified and closing his eyes to try to calm himself down. Thinking of anything and nothing at the same time, something peaceful, like a midnight sky. That made his heart rate slow down. He was just a little nervous, not that they were doing anything to him that he didn't want.
They were playing cat and mouse, a pact between the two,a little secret. Each knew what to do. Luigi always ran from the other, trembling, stuttering and making excuses, but waiting to be devoured.
"So? What were we up to?" Bowser looked at him, holding with one hand as he gently supported him on the mattress, with an arrogant and proud expression, he couldn't help but smile smugly when he saw how shy the other was, it was like a flower closing in dismay.
Luigi swallowed. Lightly covering his face when he fell onto the pillow, he could feel the other's eyes all over him, and Bowser made too much noise when he moved, he still didn't understand how he hadn't heard it before, he could spare the embarrassment.
Even though it was black, and he couldn't see anything, the sensation of something sharp passing through his neck to his chin gave him a shock of electricity throughout his body, giving him goosebumps and raising his hair, suddenly, he opened his eyes.
He was face to face with Bowser, who even though his mouth was closed, you could see how his throat was moving, letting out small low engine sounds, he was purring. What weird to say he sounded really nice? Almost could sleep to those sounds.
Luigi couldn't help but smile, it didn't bother him that they were so close, it had just scared him a little. He moved his head slightly, observing how the Bowser had something moving behind him, it was his tail. He quickly turned his gaze to the king of the Koopas, who was still watching him without words, only making strange and weird sounds, he never heard them doing those, only whit Junior or him.
At that moment they did not need to speak, the way they looked at each other was enough. Luigi was observing how the other's pupils widened in an extraordinary way, those two dark dots where like full circles, it was amazing.
Bowser slowly moved closer, even closer if that was possible, almost exchanging heartbeats. The space was cut off and they bumped noses, somewhat in a childishly way. The two of them let out little giggles at the same time, separating a little to take a breath for a moment, they needed to relax a little if they wanted to continue.
Luigi now that they had separated a little, noticed the two big arms on each of his sides, with hands, full of claws that dug into the sheet, Bowser was cornering him against the bed.
It was nice to see that he was also using them for support, so he avoided putting unnecessary weight on him, even if he didn't admitted , the big guy had a soft heart and really cared about that kind of detail, he was such a big boy with a tiny but heart full of love to his closest ones.
A kind of cough was heard from the giant tortoise, which supported its waist on the bed, so it could speak more comfortably. He had Luigi's full attention at the moment.
"I remember…" He began to speak, dramatically as if he were about to tell a story. That made the plumber below him chuckle. "We were talkin’ about that…first time you were my prisoner, oh so long ago." It was funny how he expressed himself, raising one of his hands to make movements in the air. "I remember that in the middle of the night you came to my room, beggin’ for mercy. Those tiny eyes being so desperate." The other spoke proudly, adjusting an invisible tie with his hands. That made Luigi change his expression to one of "Really?". That guy never seemed to stop being arrogant, even with him.
"It wasn't quite like that." Luigi stammered, stumbling over his words, as he covered his bare chest by crossing his arms.
"That's how I remember it, Grennie, so it must be true."
"You asked Junior to draw you with a six pack the other day." Luigi rolled his eyes, wanting him to accept that he was a bit...self-centered sometimes, but as always, he was a tough one, never going to admitted it.
"That?" He responded by shrugging his shoulders, making the small spiked bracelets clank metallically against his scales "It was just to emphasize what I already have, old man, you are just jealous." He spoke proudly and enlarged his scaly chest, the movement made him crush the human a bit, the human tried to suck a little his belly in to avoid it.
Luigi couldn't help but smile, and let out a heavy sigh, nodding his head, he wasn't going to bother him anymore, the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering too hard when he smiles like that, with shiny white fangs that were like pearls. The overconfidence he had at times was overwhelming, but he certainly envied him, wish he could be the same. "Whatever you say, Big Guy."
Bowser looked at him, noticing that Luigi had lowered his eyebrows, almost having a somewhat melancholic expression, he knew what it meant and that made him feel a pain in his gut, he knew that sometimes the plumber would think, too much for his liking, to get entangled in his own thoughts. Unconsciously, he placed one of his hands on his cheek, caressing with a sweetness and curiosity, tracing the other's skin with his claw.
There was silence in the room, a comfortable and warm one. Luigi seemed to have relaxed enough to close his eyes and enjoy the king's touch, who was contemplating him, sweetened by the human beauty. It was only when he saw him this calm, he could feel the small, rapid heartbeats coming from the human's bare chest, delicate. Or his long beautiful eyelashes, or the shape of his lips, Meaty, which today seemed to be calling him. But, above all, how were his eyes was the most wonderful thing about him, those precious eyes that were the color of a sky that he did not have in his kingdom, full of clouds, color. He never saw something like those things, not even in a winning war, it was the most important treasure he had at the moment, with Junior. And the feeling of wanting to protect them was too strong sometimes.
Coming from so much thinking, he couldn't help but speak "For goodness damn, you have the most beautifu’ eyes in the whole kingdom, Luigi." He gave him a compliment, to stop caressing his cheek and move on to his hair, winding one of the longest locks around his claw. They really were like lovebirds, so puffy with each other.
"T-thank you." The plumber shyly thanked, while smiling in such a way that dimples formed on his cheeks.
Silence again. Words weren't necessary at the moment and funny enough, Bowser was one of those guys who played with his prey before eating it, as a cruel method, but sometimes he played so much that he forgot to eat it, which led Luigi to remind him.
The plumber, however placid he was, slightly opened his eyes, with drooping eyelids and observing how the other seemed to be on another planet. Looking at him but gone really far away at the same time. Luigi knew that he had to bring it back to the Darklands, so he cough several times, sarcastically.
Bowser, who had been staring at him, came back to reality, shaking his head like a recently bathed dog and nodding, to place one of his hands behind his neck. "Oh, yeah, sorry little one." He apologized now with his cheeks hot and dyed with a little red tint, he was such an adorable in Luigi's eyes.
Bowser broke away, getting up and moving away from the other's body to realize that he had something sticky on his lower part. He put on a confused expression, but then his shoulders relaxed, knowing full well what it was. It didn't bother him, but the way Luigi was looking at him like he was about to explode with embarrassment made him come closer.
"Let me clean that up for you." The giant Koopa muttered , approaching Luigi again and opening its jaws. The other one backed up, holding onto the pillow a little scared, but Bowser made an expression telling him to stay calm and that seemed to work, Luigi stopped being tense and only one gave him an unsecured look.
Due to the heat from before, Bowser had more saliva than he would have liked and when he opened his mouth to stick out his tongue, some of that saliva dripped down the edge of his chin. Approaching the naked body again to put that wet muscle on the stained belly, licking the remains of dry sticky sperm, it was already cold from so much time that had passed.
Luigi gritted his teeth, trembling as he clenched his fists in a fit of nerves as if with pleasure, the wet tongue passed between his stomach so that he could feel the small texture of it, scratching on his skin, it was like a cat one, so textured and fuzzy.
Bowser, on the other hand, purred as he straightened his posture with a strange calm and possessive look, combined with wide eyes and an arrogant smile that lit up his entire face like a bulb, he was enjoying seeing Luigi getting turned on just by touching his belly, to make it worse, he left the stomach area and moved dangerously close to the neck, practically breathing down the back of it has Luigi bent his knees with his heart in his throat, beating dangerously, and blood rushing through his veins so damn fast he was sure he could taste it in his mouth.
They came face to face again, but now, Luigi was more awake than ever, watching the giant creature that looked into his eyes, Bowser. Now he thought about it, he was a beast, ten feet tall, and its body was a sculpted mass of spike-like yellow scales, running from neck to toe, with a green type in his face. But most intriguing thing? his eyes, which burned with a light that seemed to come from a ruby, with a long jaw, lined with layers of teeth that were stuff of nightmares, thick as stakes. He couldn't help but feel somewhat intimidated and a little bit quirky, the other seemed to notice.
Bowser broke away from him at a slow pace, crawling away to sit near the edge of the bed, in the shape of a basket. The creature spread its legs slightly and motioned to its lap as if it were the best seat ever offered to Luigi, who was still looking at him red-faced and crawled over to him in shame too. Until he climbed into the other's lap awkwardly.
Luigi slid an arm around Bowser's neck, letting out a silent moan as he felt his bare chest brush against the scales of the beast's pectorals, tickling him, but also making him nervous, skin against skin too intimate for him, he needed to get used to.
Bowser 's hands slowly trailed down the plumber's back, desperately squeezing the meat in his hands. Luigi could only hide his face in the crook of Bowser neck, even so, Luigi couldn't help but stifle a moan as Bowser spread his own legs further, causing him to sink deeper and make their crotches to stick together.
Luigi heard a snort and felt the hot, smoky air pass through his back, closing his eyes tightly and shyly as the giant settled in, hunching over to prevent the other from letting go of his neck. Luigi swallowed a large ball of saliva, feeling how the hand that had been passing on his back touching him with caresses, now it was taking him from the back, holding his weight. Bowser, taking advantage of the other hand that he had free, began to caress his thigh, circular and tortuously slow.
"Do you want to slow down? We can, there is no problem." Luigi listened to Bowser, still awash in that feeling of a knot tightening in his stomach, getting tighter and tighter to the point that it started to ache. His entire body contorted just thinking about it.
"No, it's okay, Oki Doki." Luigi gasped the last part, closing his eyes and slightly looking down, as that hand passed slowly and carefully on his thigh, almost tracing the veins and caressing his beauty delicately. He couldn't help but start breathing more and more heavily as he felt the knot getting worse.
"It's alright Grennie, just tell me if you want to stop, we already talked about it, this doesn’t work if we aren’t comfortable." Bowser mumbled looking at Luigi's lower part, a bulge had peeked out between his pants that really looked painful. He unconsciously moved his hand there, to squeeze him slightly, earning a scream from the other who clung to his neck, trembling. He moved his paw away and placed it on the other's back, cuddling him comfortingly to calm him down.
"I think we'll go slow today, little one, you look very tense right now." Bowser whispered in his ear, looking a little worried at the one with the mustache who quickly nodded, it seemed that he was too nervous to move forward, and he knew that the only thing they would do was hurt each other if they forced themselves. Luigi hugged him, tucking his head into the crook of his neck, taking his hands to caress his shell, as gentle as ever. While Bowser ones wandered awkwardly down his partner's back, tracing up and down.
"Can we go directly?" Luigi asked him with his eyes narrowed and resting in other's body, the caresses calmed him down, but it was not enough to satisfy his desire. He did not want to be direct in anything in life, absolute hater about confrontation, especially in sex, it was difficult for him to be. And why did the mere implication of him face to face with Bowser turn his stomach full of butterflies? Only he knew.
"Sure thingy".
Only when he felt a large tongue press against his mouth, he realized that one of Bowser's hands had moved away from his thigh and ventured to his waist, Luigi couldn't contain the small gasp of surprise that left his mouth, being choked by the snout of the king who separated from the kiss, looking at him pleased. The plumber was then lifted by the waist and pinned to the mattress carefully.
"Do you need preparation darlin’? We can use what... you already have." The king murmured, looking away so as not to bother him, while scratching his chin. Luigi laughed nervously, his face dyed red and a strange expression, difficult to read.
"I t-think we're good. Will you do it with my legs?" The plumber genuinely asked something worried, it's not as if they hadn't done it that way before, but sometimes it made him feel a little bad to ask those things, especially about sex positions, some of them made him uncomfortable, like he said before, being face to face it was hard for him, even if he wanted it.
He didn't understand what Bowser saw in him.
He was not the most active guy on the battlefield, besides that, he was very skinny, tall, weak as a noodle from his mamma cooking, for him, there was nothing attractive about that, even in Karts races, he was one of the last place guys, he lost most. It almost seemed like he was just going to watch Mario and Bowser fight for the trophy.
Sometimes he overthought and led him to suspect that his partner was lying to him when he said nice things to him so as not to hurt his feelings. Luigi didn't feel enough, even when he had a world of people telling him the opposite. He didn’t feel enough for those people, not for Mario, not for Daisy, Polter pup, Junior, Peach, even less for Bowser.
He felt…
"Koopa Kingdom, calling Luigi to Koopa Kingdom." The giant's voice brought him out of his thoughts and made him look at him. He quickly tensed up, looking at how the other had something dangling between his legs and was staring at him. When had that happened? He didn't know, he had been gone for too long being in his own world, he hadn't even noticed that the other had prepared him already with some saliva between his legs.
"Are you okay? You look very distracted." Bowser sounded really worried, which made him feel more guilty.
"Yes, just a little bit, don’t worry. I'm really okay." He mumbled Hiding between his shoulders, looking away.
"What's botherin’ you? Or who? Whoever annoyed you I'm going to snap their necks off with a clean cut." Bowser growled.
"Easy, easy big boy, it's just… thinking."
"In what?".
No answer.
"Luigi?"
He took a deep breath before speaking, even his hand trembled, it was hard for him to talk about those issues, he could barely talk about it even with his partner. "About… some things… like…. how I don't deserve you and…" Luigi was instantly cut off by Bowser who let out a tired groan, as if they'd talked about it, hundreds of times before and always came to the same conclusion.
"Listen to me Grennie, I told you yesterday, I'll tell you today and I'll tell you tomorrow, if necessary." The giant began to speak frustrated, with his red eyebrows furrowed. It seemed that he was having trouble searching for words, but he was trying. "You are the cutest.... sweetest human in the whole wide world. Extremely sweet for my taste, not gonna lie chick. But that doesn't take away from you…the way you really are, like, a good person."
Luigi looked to the side.
The king continued speaking, wanting to get to his point. "You taught me about it." He nodded, showing confidence with a smug smile, but at the same time he seemed kind, warm, with those big white fangs, smiling at him.
Seeing that the other did not react, he continued "Listen, it doesn't matter all... Of this." Bowser pointed at him with a finger, as if he were tracing the entire figure of the plumber who was watching him carefully. To see how the finger went down and rested on his chest, on the left side.
"If not, what is here, in this little part of your body." Again, a small smiling opening appeared at the corner of his snout, at the same time that his nose twitched nervously. The baby blue eyes were completely on him, attentive, conservative and, above all, almost watering.
Bowser settled in, moving closer. "Listen to me, Grennie, To the world, I am a completely irredeemable monster." He said looking at himself for a moment, but then he focused his eyes back on the plumber, resting his big, heavy head on the other's chest, purring so that he could feel him, putting pressure in that part. "But For you, I'm your husband."
Luigi wanted to cry.
And he did.
Bowser 's hands, gently placing them on his face. As his eyes reclined and closed, to release more and more tears. Those scaly palms covering his entire face, shielding him from the shame that was for him to open up like that and be a refuge.
His heart was out of his chest, beating as if there was no tomorrow, while the blood in his veins ran like boiling water, in the mid of fury, excitement, sadness and calm. He was feeling many things at the same time, but at least he wasn't alone, if not, there was someone at his side, silent and supporting him, giving him warmth.
The voices inside his head, fell silent. Now all he could see was what was in front of him.
Their lips met, awkwardly, joining in a strange kiss that slowly grew hotter. Bowser's hands went from the other's face to cascade down to his hips, taking his thighs to separate them carefully, while continuing the kiss.
Luigi felt very hot inside. In peace too. Protected. With a metallic and sweet taste in his mouth. It tasted exactly like the king of the Koopas. He simply wrapped his arms around his neck and over his shoulder. Bowser, on the other hand, grabbed his waist.
Luigi screamed a little when he felt Bowser's cock on his thighs, pushing just until it penetrated the area, peeking out the other side. It was obscene, it's nothing but lewd, how the hard, scaly length crawled between there instead of his inner walls. There was something strange about that sensation that tickled him inside.
The plumber made a sound, a silent 'Mm!' as if the action surprised him, and Bowser couldn't help but feel proud of himself for making the guy gasp like that. With his hand drawing lazy circles on his exposed thigh as the plumber tried desperately not to melt at his touch. His hips almost moving by themselves.
Luigi wouldn't call himself innocent when it came to sexual situations, but the way Bowser touched him and how his body naturally reacted to it almost seemed like it, pushing him beyond anything he'd ever experienced.
His breath hitched as he felt his penis between his thighs again, sliding slowly and purposefully pressing it against his belly as he pushed it all the way.
The plumber was deeply embarrassed to see the tip of Bowser's cock dripping down his thighs and his heat against his body. It was a strange sensation but not unpleasant, he was grateful that that day they were going slow, but the somewhat erratic movement that the king was making, made him nervous and breathe heavily, it was difficult to keep his mind in order when he was shaking like crazy. Feeling pleasure with each thrust, no matter how clumsy or erratic.
To make matters worse, the growling the other was letting out was already making him want to come. Feeling those scales scraping against him with a bit of violence between the insides of his leg made him even hotter, unable to avoid letting out noises, even some insults in Italian of which his parents would not be proud at all, but when he was in a position like that, with his mind completely out of his place, he could only go back to his factory language and try to express himself in the only way he knew.
Now, with the sweat that the two bodies gave off, it was easier to move, tight and smooth. Bowser couldn't help but growl and dig his claws into the mattress as he felt the thighs tighten around his cock.
In an attempt to calm himself, he buried his face in Luigi's hair, breathing in the scent of his shampoo and flowers, quickly relaxing him, also feeling the tension in his lower body release, moving against him with jerky movements from his body. Freling his thighs close and open around him in an erratic and intoxicating pattern. Making him feel an adrenaline rush that caused him produce excessive saliva, which peeked slightly over the side of his lip at the same time that he closed his hands with even more force on the sheets, tearing them. That poor sheets were already destroyed and stained.
The only sounds he could hear were Luigi's moans and wet skin against even wetter skin. He wanted to come so hard he can barely breathe. Unconsciously, he couldn't help but interlock his hand to the human's, letting their fingers intertwine even if the difference in size was so big that the plumber ones barely peeked out, wrapping him in an even more pleasing tightness filled with intimacy.
"Are you comin’?". He didn’t know why, but the way he said it, sounded funny.
Luigi's chest expanded at the king's words and his eyes were locked on each other. With his thighs trembling slightly with each slide. He nodded stupidly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He couldn't really hold it anymore, the knot in his stomach seemed about to snap. He couldn't take it, not when he felt the friction on his lower body driving him crazy and making his back arch with pleasure. Being held by those large, heavy Claws that could disable a prey quickly if it wanted to or snap it in half. It really drove him crazy.
He couldn't take it anymore, the sensation of blistering heat taking control of his entire body, in a way that was overwhelming for him, squeezing Bowser's hand with all the strength he had as he came. Letting out a very high-pitched Moan that he wasn't proud of at all and was embarrassing from any angle.
If he thought that the most embarrassing thing had been the moan, then he was wrong. When he least expected it, an excessive amount of hot liquid spread all over his chest, immediately dripping down his skin to the sides, sticky. He blinked several times, slightly looking up, where he found the exhausted face of Bowser who seemed to have controlled himself a little too much to cum at the same time as him.
They were both breathing heavily, trying to recover a bit from what had just happened. Looking at each other as if they were partners in crime and had just committed one.
"Are you alright little one? Did you like it?" Bowser was the first to speak of the two, as he separated himself from Luigi's legs, slowly and making terribly loud wet sounds, you could almost tell the amount of fluids that was spilled by how it sounded.
Luigi was like he had been struck by lightning, a lighting of semen, because, fuck God, he was bathed in it. Even his thighs were burning a little now after the adrenaline was leaking through his veins.
"The word “Like” would be understatement." The plumber answered still in a shock between exhaustion and emotion. That knot in his stomach had already completely disappeared and now he was filled with a feeling of warmth like emptiness, it wasn't so bad, it went away when he looked at the other. He already missed him.
Bowser ran a hand through his red hair, smoothing it back, then looked at him and made a shy expression. "I think.... I had a blast, maybe too much of one. Shall we go to the bathroom?". He definitely felt a little guilty for the mess he had made to Luigi, who had kept quiet looking at him to nod slowly.
Like a baby, the plumber was lifted by a hand, being detached from all the wet sheets under him, they really should be changed, at that point it was hopeless, not even giving him a thousand washes would remove the stains... they didn't want to either anybody cleaning them.
Under the water, Luigi felt good.
There was a great peace, as if those thoughts that had consumed him before, were dispersed among those small waves, forgetting who he really was and letting go.
All his problems were gone, insecurities. far away.
All those problems were forming in one.
Giant.
Ball.
Inside your stomach.
That he was fighting, with himself.
He opened his eyes with a screaming, and felt the water enter his lungs violently, filling every space in those cavities. The bubbles coming out of his throat was what he saw as soon as he opened his eyelids, along with the pain in his eyes that were irritated by the hot water. He reached out his hand, trying to grab something, anything, to get him out of this hell.
He couldn't do it alone.
An arm grabbed him, desperate as he was, and pulled him out of those waters.
"Luigi!".
The plumber turned around slowly, still coughing and spitting out the water that had been consumed by his body. His whole throat hurt, it was irritated and he couldn't stop spitting up, it hurt too much and his head was spinning.
Bowser 's face was like ice, he was holding him by the waist with both hands, in his eyes you could see fear, concern. Things he almost never saw in him, or Bowser just didn’t show it that much.
He could only stare back at him, silently.
"Holy fuckin’ Koopas Luigi! You looked like you were drownin’." The giant growled angrily, while getting out of the bathtub, dripping water from all sides, from the horns to the tail.
He left a path of water soaked on the marble tiles, while he walked towards the bathroom sink, where he carefully put the human. Luigi seemed not to react yet, as if he had seen the devil himself, and that was saying a lot considering who he had has a partner.
"Whatta ‘bout that? Are you Ok??? I mean, you don’t look okay buddy". The giant tortoise ran his hand over his head, more specifically over his brown locks that didn't have as much volume because they were wet. Luigi looked at him, those ruby eyes watching him with concern, even his pupils had dilated. He felt guilty that he had ruined the pleasant bath they were having.
Silence.
Since he didn't speak, Bowser seemed to want to give him his space, and he moved away a little to go looking for something in the furniture. Luigi, on the other hand, was silent, watching his hands, he still couldn't focus his eyes on one place, everything seemed blurred, blurry. He could barely see a candle in his side, watching the white wax fall as the fire moved, violent flames that reminded him of passion, searing, dangerous.
He didn't know what had happened down there, but all he knew was that he wouldn't be putting his head in the water again for a long time. Luigi didn't want to experience whatever that was, again.
He heard some ceramic noises colliding with each other and it caught his attention, raising his head to see how his partner had opened a small container, inserting a finger to remove some of the whitish cream that was inside, it seemed to have small pieces of mixed leaves like herbs.
Then he approached him and began to gently place it on his thighs in the parts that seemed reddest and most irritated. The icy sensation of the ointment on his skin gave the mustachioed man a bit of a chill in his spine, but then he got used to it. The movement of those fingers on his skin was sweet, more with the intention they had, wanting to heal and calm his pain.
"Bowser." Luigi called him, watching him jump slightly at being named, but still extremely focused on finishing putting that cream on his leg, so he hadn't raised his head.
Being like this, face to face, without even clothes, didn't bother him for some reason, even though Bowser was always naked. It felt even more intimate than when they were in bed.
"Yeah?". The Koopa replied, finishing applying the ointment and slowly bending down, opening what seemed to be a drawer under the sink and taking out of a basket, a clean boxer for Luigi, who took it with both hands and smiled warmly at him, With his hairy legs dangling over the edge of the marble, he was freezing, but he didn't feel the cold. I didn't feel it anymore.
"Can you read me one of those stories about helpless princesses locked in castles?" Luigi said it in a timid way, with his cheeks staining the same as his hands, he was really sorry for such a childish request, but right now it was the only thing he wanted.
"Sure thingy." Bowser messed up his hair, playing with it like he was a little kid, treating him like he was Junior, that was really adorable. Luigi buried his face in the lizard's hand, pulling it completely into his palm, to the point where he couldn't even breathe. He could feel the giant's claws caressing the back of his skull, pampering him.
His whole body melted in the arms of the king, who after saving the cream, raised him in his arms, like a baby, who already had a sleepy expression. Luigi really expected to hear the story, but now, just for now, he was going to close his eyelids, resting his head on the other's chest, and listening to his heartbeat, slow but strong, which was pumping blood throughout all the king's body.
It calmed him down. Like the water.
But here, you could never drown.