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The front doors to the ROR house swing open as three of the six boys return from scare practice, being Javier, Reggie, and Chip Goff. It was an unusually hot autumn day, and they were still sweaty from the long practice session in the stuffy classroom.
They were halfway through the Scare Games, which meant Johnny was getting to be relentless with his training. When they weren’t in classes, they were practicing, hard. For God’s sake, Chip and Javier haven’t had a joint all month.
Reggie Jacobs, the burly frog-like monster, walks to the nearest couch and flops onto the cushions face down with a grunt, eye stalks retracting into her head.
Chip pauses as he’s about to walk past the living room. “…You good?” He asks his frat brother, though he doesn’t expect an answer in words- Despite how loud of a monster Reggie is, she’s not exactly ‘verbal’. Her thin body hair is clinging to her green skin with sweat— Which would no doubt leave a stench on the luxurious piece of furniture.
As expected, Reggie just responds with a muffled grumble, her stubby tail giving a hard thump in annoyance.
Chip sighs and shrugs, passing into the kitchen with Javier, who is bent over with his head in the fridge, lingering in the chill just long enough to be noticeable, before pulling out with a bottle of water in hand. The tall insectoid runs his fingers through his antennas, and when he pulls his hand away they almost instantly bounce back up into their vaguely heart shaped position.
He tilts his head back as he takes a drink, two hands on his hips. Even after such an exhausting day, he still manages to look so cool and collected.
“Uh, where’s the others?” Chip asks, suddenly aware that half of the team was missing.
“Extra practice. For the freshman.” Javier answers, not looking at Chip.
Chip looks to the door, then back to Javier, then to the door again. His gaze lingers before speaking. “Where’s Chet?” He asks, somehow having not noticed the unusual silence in the absence of their frat chatterbox.
Javier gave him a “Really?” Sort of look, and Chip mentally facepalmed, quickly breaking eye contact. Of course, Chet went wherever Johnny went, and right now, that would be the fields.
Johnny was probably working that poor monster to death out there. Not only was he a newbie, but he’d joined right before the Scare Games. Of course he’d be getting only the most grueling training from Worthington.
He couldn’t help but wonder how the little man was holding up. Unlike himself, Randy was practically just skin and bones— Of course that’s just him exaggerating. But still, Chip had to guess he was at least underweight.
Chip stares at the door, spaced out. His thumb is hooked beneath his shirt, lifting the hem so his sweaty body could get some air.
It wouldn’t be long before that door would open again, Johnny walking in with his usual swagger, keeping his confident stride even in the privacy of the house. He has his ROR sweater off and slung over his shoulder, wearing just his yellow undershirt with one button undone, the collar just slightly wrinkled.
Behind him is Chet, eagerly following him with that dopey smile and sparkling eye, and Chip couldn’t help but wonder just how familiar Chet was with the image of the back of Johnny’s head, if it was permanently etched into his brain. Chet’s feet tap on the rich dark wooden floor with each step, footsteps that resembled the sound of rain on a window.
And finally, behind Chet, was Randall Boggs, panting and looking as if about to collapse.
Which he did— Back against the wall, clutching his chest, then sliding to the floor. His big eyes were dazed and exhausted and his gasped for air, his fronds flopping over his face as his little chest rapidly rises and falls.
Johnny just rolled his eyes. “Come on, Boggs. You’re a ROR now, you can’t be passing out after a lil workout.” He says in a mildly teasing tone, even though ironically enough not even ten feet away from him Reggie is completely passed out on the couch, face down.
Randy doesn’t respond to him, still hyperventilating against the wall, eyes slightly crossed from how exhausted he is.
“What a champ!” Chet says sarcastically before laughing loudly and looking at Johnny to see if his little jab at the freshman got a reaction from him- Which it didn’t.
Chip lets out a snort at that. Not just because of Johnnys lack of a reaction, but also the irony of Chet making fun of Randy’s lack of athleticism, as he vividly remembers how Chet was nearly in tears at practice.
Johnny pops open the fridge for a cold water, tossing his head back with a big swig with an ‘ahh’, before twisting the cap back on. “Good work, boys!” He called as he headed for the stairs, sweater over his shoulder, bottle in hand.
He’d pause, before striding back to the front where Randy was still slumped against the wall.
“And good job out there, Boggs.” He says, offering his hand with that smooth voice and charming smile, the kind that would be impossible for any doe-eyed freshman to turn down, as if the monster was some angel descending from heaven to a starving peasant.
It always starts with the small pernicious compliments, buttering them up, to make the gullible student melt just so he could mold him into someone new, someone completely unrecognizable, into whatever his conniving hand desired him to be.
And like clockwork, he fell for it. Randy's head lifted and his eyes blinked several times at the hand that was being offered, then to Johnny's face.
Chip noticed the way Randy’s posture straightened up a bit, the way his scales warmed— Something that happened depending on the lizard’s mood, how they dulled when he was stressed and bloomed into vibrant colors when he was happy.
Gingerly, he takes Worthington’s hand and is easily lifted to his feet. Johnny gives him a reassuring nod before patting his shoulder and heading upstairs.
Goff couldn’t help but snicker at Chet’s face, how he tried to look upset but ended up looking like a pouting child, obviously jealous. He's about to follow Johnny before likely realizing that the frat president was going to his room— Which he wasn’t allowed in. His blue eye glances around quickly, not knowing what to do with himself, before he goes to one of the couches, sitting down with a squeak.
Randy’s arms fold nervously as he looks around before quietly skittering to the fridge for water. His body still seemed… Droopy. Tired. Even a little shaky.
Then for a moment they made eye contact. And it was then that Chip realized he’d been staring at the freshman in silence this whole time. Oh, and he was still lifting his shirt.
Chip quickly lets go of the bottom of his sweater, letting it fall back down over his stomach. “Hot, right?” He says, trying to get a conversation going, before realizing how he sounded. “The weather, I mean.” He added quickly.
“Y-yeah.” Randy swallowed with a nod, his hands wrapped around his bottle of water that was still unopened. Oh, right. Chip remembered hearing somewhere that reptiles like Randy cool off by touching or going to colder places. Or something like that.
The lizard twists the cap off and takes a sip, his scaly throat bobbing as he gulps. Behind him, Chip notices how his blue tail is slightly tucked between his legs. Was he in pain?
Chip winces, hiding his concerned eyes by taking another drink of his water. He really hoped he didn’t cause any damage after what they did those few days ago. He had the nagging urge to ask about it, but remembers they’re still in the kitchen, and they’re not alone.
“I gotta go,” Randy says abruptly, tucking his bottle under one of his arms as he turns around to the stairs. “Take a rest, I mean… Johnny says I need to be at my best for the next event.” He mumbles, very briefly shifting his eyes to look back before scrambling upstairs.
Chip decides to give it a few minutes before finishing his drink and heading up himself. He pushes himself off the counter and walks towards the stairs.
“And where are you going?” Javier lifts an eyebrow at him. Rios had a habit of going quiet, so much so that Chip would forget he was there at all.
“My room.” Chip mumbles quickly with a short glance at Javier.
“…Your room is that way.” Javier pointed to the opposite set of stairs, narrowing his four eyes at his frat brother suspiciously.
Chip winces at being called out. “I’m, uh… Taking the scenic route.” He says unconvincingly, his shoulders drawing upwards.
Javier simply stares at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes. “Alright, what the hell…” He says dismissively, waving him off, clearly not having the energy to press him further.
Chip nods and quickly heads upstairs, the steps creaking under his feet. He crosses the long hallway until he reaches the door labeled “Randall Boggs”.
For some reason, he feels almost nervous. Something like excited anticipation and also anxiety. Chip clears his throat before rapping on the door with his knuckles.
“Randy?” He called. “You in there?” He waits for a response before he hears shuffling inside the room and the doorknob twists, swinging inward as Boggs stands before him. He still looks tired, his fronds drooping to the side as his posture is slightly hunched forward. But not wanting to be rude to the large and somewhat intimidating Spif, Randy stands straight and attentive.
“Oh, Chip! D-did you need something?” The lizard shifts on his feet as his neck cranes up to look at the other’s face, his hands wringing together nervously.
“Huh? No- No, I don’t need anything, I just…” He pauses. He feels stupid, for some reason he still gets all weird when talking to this little guy, even after everything they’ve done together.
“I just wanted to check in. On you.” He admits, scratching the back of his neck and looking to the side. He looks back after a moment of hesitation. “Uh, can I come in?”
He could’ve sworn he saw Randy’s colors briefly warming up, though he wasn’t sure. But there was undeniably something different about the look in his eyes.
Randy backed away from the doorway to let Chip in, then closed it behind them. He takes a breath before turning around.
“So…” He started anxiously as Chip was looking around his room, noticing the photos, the books, the detailed sketches of complex looking machines, his messy study desk, posters with corny inspirational quotes, and various figurines.
Any other ROR would’ve called him a dweeb, but Chip said nothing. Which made Randy nervous— As a lot of things did. “Chip?”
Chip snaps out of his observations and looks down at the freshman, quickly remembering why he was here. “Oh, I just wanted to ask if you were… Okay, y’know?”
Randy’s tail flicks as he blinks at him. To anyone else, he would’ve immediately say he’s fine, out of pure instinct as if it was a reflex. But something about this monster made him want to be honest, like he was the type of guy you could tell anything to.
“Are you asking because of… What happened a few nights ago?” He asks quietly, squeezing his hands together as if in prayer.
Chip nods. “Yeah, that…”
Randy shifts. His stomach is in knots. “Well… I guess I’m a little sore.” He admits, though there’s more to it than that: unspoken side effects like how this Spif had completely taken over his mind, his dreams, how he made him have all these new and terrifying but also exciting new feelings, a million thoughts that conflicted with each other and left him confused and sometimes upset.
Chip scratches his head, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, that’s… Sorry about that.”
There’s a heavy silence between them.
“So, uh… Johnny didn’t push you too hard, did he?” Chip says, changing the subject.
Randy chuckles. “Possibly.” He says, rubbing his arm. He’d never been the athletic type of monster, all skin and bones and anxiety. Even so, Johnny had him working past his limit. He could’ve sworn there were several times where he thought he’d faint or puke, or even die on the spot.
His legs were still jelly and his muscles felt raw. He’d definitely be feeling the burn for the next few days. Chip nodded as he leaned against Randy’s bed, the springs in the mattress quietly squeaking under his weight. Randy’s bed was much smaller than his, but it still looked as comfortable as the rest of them— And it was extra tempting for the tired Spif, even if it wasn’t his size.
“If you wanna relax, you can.” Randy says, although immediately shuts his mouth once he hears how that sounded out loud. “I mean— Not that you have to! I’m just saying I wouldn’t mind if you, uh… made yourself at home.” He explains with an awkward smile. “A little brotherly act of hospitality!”
Chip looked at him for a second before leaning further back on the bed.
Goff was still sweating his balls off, and he didn’t know why, but he’s reaching his limit. “Dude, it’s hot as hell in here.” He says with a heavy breath.
Randy looks up at him. “It is?” He asks. Sure, it was a little warm, but it wasn’t as hot as it was outside.
But before he can speak his piece, there’s a fwomp sound, and Randy looks down to see Chips big ROR jacket on the floor. His eyes widened before looking up to see Chip Goff shirtless, still on his bed.
Chip stretches his arms over his head with a relieved sigh. “Mmm, that’s better.” He groans, his back cracking and his muscles flexing.
The lizard gulps and wrings his hands together, his scales flushing vibrantly and his fronds raised. He hates how he’s still so giddy and flustered when he sees him like this, considering it wasn’t the first time, but his little heart was damn near ready to explode.
He had to remind himself that every ‘intimate’ thing they’ve done recently has been purely for fun— Chip didn’t feel anything for him. He couldn’t understand this, this casual stuff. How anyone could do something so loving and feel nothing. But this is what cool kids do, right?
But seeing Chip’s sweaty skin made his mouth water and those wanton thoughts began to slowly creep in. His eyes were stuck on his lower half in particular, seeing those shorts cling to his skin, his thighs, and what was between them.
Being in a frat, he thought he’d get used to the smell of sweat and hormones, a scent he used to wrinkle his nose at. But here, now, and with this beast of a Spif, it was different, completely different, and it both worried and excited Randy.
He doesn’t notice how his grip on his pencil has not only tightened, but become slick with sweat from his hands and he couldn’t focus on his project for Engineering.
“Damn.” Mumbled Chip, and Randy became suddenly aware that he was now closer to him. Right behind him, in fact. Leaning forwards and observing his work. Randy freezes up. His eyes are drawn to the Spif’s chest— But then again, where else was he supposed to look? That big rack is just right over his head!
“You draw this?” Chip asks, nodding towards the drawing on Randy’s desk. At the top of the paper was written “Scream Extractor” in pretty cursive.
“Yeah! It’s, um…” Randy fidgets in his chair. “For my engineering class.” He says sheepishly, trying not to sound desperate for approval.
“Mhm.” Chip nods and straightens up a little, now looking at Randy with a lifted brow and his lip slightly sticking out. “S’not bad.” He says, looking at the sketch again.
“I like it.”
Randy froze. It was such a simple statement said in such a casual tone, but the plain honesty of it was so touching in a way that somehow felt much more sincere than any sugar coated praising that he’d ever been fed.
“Uh… You good?” Chip nudged his shoulder with his knuckle, noticing how Randy had gone rigid. Randy cursed himself for being such a sucker for compliments, no matter how small it was. Especially from someone like him.
“I’m FINE!” His voice cracks as he tries to sound firm, immediately shutting his mouth and shrinking back into his chair, somehow keeping himself from camouflaging out of embarrassment. “Um, I mean… Alright, I guess I’m a little tense.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his head.
Which was an understatement. Not only was he physically exhausted but now his frat brother is in his bed, topless and complimenting his artistic skills! All things considered, he was doing pretty good at not freaking out.
“I mean…” Chip trails off, finger tapping the backrest of Randall’s chair. “I could help with that—“ He says quickly, and when Randy whips his head around to look at him in astonishment he lifts his hands and adds “If you want!”
Randy blinks at him in shock, feeling himself blush at such a bold offer. “I’m— I’m still, um, recovering… And—“ He glances around his room. “And… I don't know.” He mumbles, a flutter in his chest.
“We don’t have to,” Chip said, not knowing how or why this casual affair had gotten to his head. No matter how he’d try to convince himself that this meant nothing just like every other hook-up he’s had, he always found himself going back to this jumpy lizard. “And, yknow… More than one way to do it.”
Randy shivers, his tail twitching between his legs. He was getting that feeling again, that excitement mixed with worry that he hated and loved. He can already feel the tingling sensation of his tips starting to poke out of his slit, making him shift his legs in slight discomfort and excitement.
He gulps, wringing his hands together as he gives a nod of his head, and Chip gives one of his own. A silent agreement.
Suddenly, Randy lets out a yelp as he feels himself being lifted off his seat, Chip holding him up with his hands under his armpits. Chip snorted as he looked at the skinny lizard in his hands, his long body hanging limp in his grasp with that startled expression.
He sets Randy down onto his bed, his feather-light body barely even sinking into the mattress without so much as a squeak. His hands clench the blankets before he speaks up.
“Chip, my bed’s not big enough for the both of us…” He knows he’s pointing out the obvious, but it’s a nervous habit of his. But his ramblings are cut short when he notices Chip kneeling in front of him, his head nearing his crotch, and he immediately realizes what he’s planning.
Chip gives a lazy smirk as he notices the tips poking out of the other monsters’ slit. His big hands gently grab onto his hips, his thumb rubbing over the thigh of the skinny leg.
“Ready, baby?” He asks, his voice deep as he looks up to Randy with a raised eyebrow, the kind of look that made his legs feel like jelly. “Yes.” Randy said with a breathy, nervous confirmation, before nodding his head and giving a more confident sounding answer. “Yes, I’m ready!”
But of course it’s just faux bravado. Contrary to his words, he isn’t ready, not expecting just how hot Chip’s tongue is on his tips. He flinches, making Chip pull back slightly and glance at him. Randy wordlessly nods, signaling for him to continue as he readjusts his grip on the sheets.
“Nnngh… S-slow down-”
Again, this time more slowly, Chip leans in— Pausing briefly to give an amused huff when he notices that the lizards’ erections were now fully unsheathed, making Randy’s face grow even more red, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from Goff’s playful eyes.
He experimentally licks up the length of one of the two penises, both red and softly twitching. This makes Randy shudder and gasp, one of his hands quickly rising to clamp his mouth shut.
“Haah!- Mmghh…”
Chip’s ears perk, his warm brown eyes staring into the pale green of his partners’ with intrigue and something that almost resembled affection… And then mischief.
“So… What would happen if I only went for one of ‘em?” He asked with a grin, a question that left Randy speechless and flustered, and Chip couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“Chip!” He cried, coming out more high pitched than he’d expected. “Whaaat?” Chip said, unable to get that smile off his face, continuing to pry. “Well? Do you know?”
“I— Well, no…” He admits sheepishly. Randy suddenly jolted when he felt Chip put his mouth on one of his members. Randy let out another breathy gasp, his back arching and his hands clutching onto the sheets in fists with his head tilting back, teeth clenched— Years of wearing braces all for nothing.
“Chip-!”
When he looked back down, panting, he saw Chip looking right at him as his hot black tongue moved around his cock, keeping his mouth open to keep his teeth away from the sensitive organ, subsequently giving Randy a clear view of Chip’s oral skills. The Spif bobs his head slowly up and down, so slow that it was maddening in the best way possible, all while keeping eye contact.
“Mhhhhmm?”
Chip doesn’t hesitate to make low, lewd sounds that he knew would drive Randy crazy. Hums and groans, coupled with the wet sounds of Chip’s mouth and tongue, looking right at him with half lidded eyes.
“Chip!” Randy whines, embarrassed with how much he’s called out his name, but it comes out as if on instinct. He thought it was just a thing in romance books, but here he was, repeating his name like it was all he knew.
The other member, red and aching, remains untouched as it impatiently pokes Chip’s cheek while he pleasures the other. Randy’s toes curl and his tail lashes, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as he tries not to make any embarrassing noises.
It’s obvious that he’s holding back, and Chip takes this as a challenge. He pulls away, a strand of saliva snapping between his mouth and Randy’s cock. For a moment he admires his work, before going down again and this time targeting the neglected member, leaving the other one on the edge.
He lets his teeth brush against the pulsing organ, teasing the vulnerable flesh. His soft lips gently close around the base of the shaft as his tongue slathers the underside of the cock in hot wet saliva.
Almost immediately he gets the reaction he was looking for. Randy can’t stop the moan that escapes his mouth as his hips buck into the warmth of Chip’s face. In a daze, he tries to grab his second freshly-abandoned erection, only to have his hand swatted away.
“Nghuhhh, Chip…”
Randy could feel his stomach twisting in knots, a feeling he remembered, that meant he was nearing his limit. But he didn’t want to, he didn’t want this to end, not now, not so soon.
But of course he can’t help himself from whining like a bitch as he loses control of himself. His hips start thrusting into Chip’s mouth, albeit weakly due to how overwhelmed his brain is. He can feel his legs trembling in Chip’s grip as all four of his hands grab onto the sheets for dear life, his fingertips digging into his palms.
His eyelids flutter, his vision blurring as he’s overtaken by the onslaught of the sounds, smells, and physical sensations that are flooding his mind. His eyes are pulled away from Chip’s face as they roll back, though in his head he can still see the Spif’s face, those enchanting eyes, the way he looked at him and made him believe he was wanted.
“Mmmmff…” Chip groans, the vibrations of his deep voice going up his spine, his thumbs rubbing circles into his shaking thighs rhythmically in time with the bobbing of his head.
Randall threw his head back with a long, breathy moan, his slender body writhing as Chip held him in place by the hips. Chip doesn’t take his mouth off of his penis as he cums, sucking on it as the other one releases onto his cheek.
Randy slumps into his bed, panting as he releases his grip on his bedsheets, but unable to recognize the soreness of his hands yet as he comes down from his high.
He swallows as he regains awareness, lifting his head to see Chip wiping his cum off his cheek with his arm— Pausing to glance at Randy mid wipe, a smile forming as he locks eyes with him. Well, Randy can’t really see the smile past his arm, but he can just tell he’s smiling by the crinkle in the corner of his eyes.
Despite how drained he feels, Randy sits up with a groan as he tries to not get the image of Chip between his legs stuck in his head, though he knows it’s a pointless endeavor. No matter what he did, it would only make his fascination with this Spif even worse.
Chip grunts as he stands, pushing himself off his knee and standing over Randy, stretching his arms over his head and shaking out his legs to make sure they hadn’t fallen asleep.
“Uhm, Chip, I… Thanks for—“ Randy freezes up when he notices Chip’s very prominent… Situation. Once again he felt his scales heating up, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Goff was aroused because of him, and it made his heart flutter.
“Mhuh?” Chip grunted as his arms came down and he noticed where Randy was looking. He rubbed the side of his neck, and Randy could’ve sworn he saw him blushing. Blushing. It was such a rare but captivating expression that Randall could stare at all day.
“Uh, yeah.” He mumbles awkwardly, keeping his eyes from meeting the other’s. “I mean, you said you were still sore, so…” Randy’s eyes flick down to Chip’s partially hard unsheathed penis, just as thick as he’d remembered it. Everything about the Spif’s body brought out a whole new side of Randy he didn’t know was there.
“What if I want to try something different?” Randy asks, feeling a stroke of boldness. He was feeling the heat rising to his cheeks as he struggles to choose between looking Chip in the eyes and ogling his cock and muscular hips and thighs.
This catches Chip’s attention, and his eyes and ears perk up as he looks at Randy, and this time his blush was a lot more obvious. “… What did you have in mind?” He asks almost sheepishly. “Your bed’s still not big enough for both of us, you know—“ Chip pauses as he notices the look Randy was giving him. “Oh.” His eyes widen as he suddenly gets the hint.
Due to being too large to lie on Randy’s bed, he settles for leaning over the edge, not quite knowing what to expect.
“Uh, what are we— Randy??” Chip looks around, but the lizard is nowhere to be seen. “Boggs?” Randy wouldn’t have it in him to just up and ditch him, right? “Where- Uh?!”
Just as he’s about to call out to him again, he feels two small but firm hands gripping his ass, hands that he immediately recognized. He looked back, but still couldn’t see Randy- Even if he wasn’t camouflaged, he probably wouldn’t be able to see him past his hips.
Chip is now fully blushing. He can’t see what Randy’s planning back there, and he has to admit that he’s nervous, but very much interested in what he had in mind. He feels Randy give his tail a push, and he lifts it up to give him better access. He's not used to being the one getting butterflies.
“Dude, I’m uh, still sweaty and shit from practice.” He mumbles in a nervous tone that was unfamiliar to him, saying that as if it would dissuade the freshman.
But Chip wasn’t ready for the feeling of Randy’s hot forked tongue pressing against his hole. Randy heard Chip take in a shuddering breath as his body jerked forward slightly, his thick tail twitching and standing up.
“Oh fuuuuuuck…” Chip groaned as his muscles slowly relaxed, his shoulders falling as he puts more of his weight onto the bed, making it creak softly.
Randall’s heart pounds. That, that voice, the things it did to him… College really was going to eat him alive, wasn’t it? He’d been warned about the bullies and essays and group projects, but nobody warned him about being caught up in the most popular fraternity and being surrounded by handsome athletic monsters!
Chip lifts his head with a sigh, his face flushing red. He can feel his cock pulsing between his legs, brushing against the side of the bed as it begins to stiffen and erect. His knees feel like giving in, but he manages to stay upright.
On the other end, Randall was enjoying himself, much to his surprise. Of course he was expecting this to feel and taste disgusting, but he really couldn’t taste anything bad— Well, most would consider sweat to be gross, but not Chip’s— not to Randy. But he could feel the heat and tightness of Chip’s asshole squeezing his tongue. Randy’s hands keep a firm grip on the Spif’s cheeks, through sheer force of will as he goes deeper.
Randy is so entranced by the head-spinning sounds, smells and feels that he doesn’t notice his hips starting to rub against Chip’s leg. Even when he does, he doesn’t stop. He’s out of his own control and it’s exhilarating and at the same time he hates how much he’s enjoying this.
“Ffff-uckkkkk!! Shit!” Chip grunts, his head coming down into his arms to muffle a groan. He has no idea how, but Randy seems to know just where to hit, his shockingly strong tongue curling into an incredibly sensitive spot.
He should feel disgusted— Which he most definitely would later— But in the moment, the scent of Chip’s musk was clouding his mind, and the sound of his groans and grunts were like music. The Spif’s body shudders and bucks into Randy’s face, his tail standing completely upright. The lizard only responds in a muffled sound of excitement as his fingers dig into the soft yet muscular flesh of his ass, his second pair of arms coming up to feel and grope his thighs. “Mmm! Hmmmph!” He moans, tail thrashing wildly as he keeps humping his leg like a dog.
He’s so caught up in his own world, he doesn’t notice Chip’s shaft in dire need of attention. The tip leaks precum as it’s pressed against Randy’s bed. Each time the lizard pushes into his prostate he swears he can see stars, and he’s lapping at it relentlessly.
“Huhhh... Hoooohhh-fuckkk…”
Chips head lies in his arms, looking like he’s completely out of it. His eyes are drooping and unfocused and his mouth is hanging open, taking quick shallow breaths in between groans. He can feel every pulse of his dick as pre continues to ooze from the red tip and run down his length. He can feel how his balls are drawing upwards, clenching and getting tighter.
“Huhhh…”
His fingers dig into the royal purple bedsheets. He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last. In the back of his mind he’s panicking because neither of them planned for this and he could practically feel the size of the mess he was about to leave on the floor and probably the bed too.
But with the way Randy is panting and moaning into his ass and tongue-fucking his sweet spot he knew it was inevitable. He couldn’t form words and his body was weak and trembling, a fresh layer of sweat beginning to form over his skin. His hips lazily buck back and forth, driven by pure desire and no coordination.
His whole body jerks and his hands clutch the sheets as a deep guttural and exhausted groan bordering on a roar erupts from him as he lifts his head. His cock jerks and begins to throb as heavy ropes of cum start to shoot out. Each pulse of his shaft released another thick shot.
Randy pulled his mouth off of him to get a look. Chip’s tail, still standing completely straight, twitched with each wave, his thick sack clenching and pulsing. He could see over his shoulder that Chip was clenching his teeth and breathing hard.
Once he was done, he went semi-limp, his knees wobbling as he pushes his weight onto the bed, which groaned in protest. His tail curled slightly inward between his legs, his whole body displaying exhaustion. When he started to get it together, he lifted his neck, running his hand across his head.
He finally looked at Randy, who was sitting on the floor and staring up at him with wide eyes, but looks away once he noticed Chip's gaze on him.
There was a moment of silence until Chip cleared his throat and started to push himself off the bed, stumbling back on his feet as he looked at the mess on the floor.
“Fuck,” He mumbles to himself. “Damn. Look, I’m- I’ll clean this up.” He sighs, rubbing his face before being interrupted by Randy.
“N-no, that’s fine! I’ll, um… I’ll take care of it.” He insists. “You should go shower- You can use my bathroom.” He says, before adding. “If you want to, of course.”
Chip looked at him, which made Randy flinch— A small reaction, but one that made Chip feel a little bad but also a little curious, however now isn’t the time to pry into his past.
“…Thanks.” He nods. He carefully steps over the mess, his legs still shaking as he walks, and gingerly grabs the doorknob to enter Randy’s bathroom. Damn, he can still feel where Randy had been grabbing him... Hopefully it doesn’t bruise or anything.
His eyes linger on the smaller monster before he opens the door and quietly closes it behind him.
Unbeknownst to either, they both let out a sigh. They both wonder about the other, against their better judgment. Together they unknowingly share thoughts and feelings, even if just for a moment, it’s still extraordinary all the same.
How for even just one moment, two beings could be experiencing the same thoughts and emotions as the other, and both just as clueless to such a phenomenon being shared with the other.