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“Psst.”
Chance suddenly made an appearance behind Elliot, which caused him to flinch a little. After a short while, Elliot turns around, looking at him with a confused face. They were both alone in a bedroom—specifically Elliot's room.
“Hm…? What is it…” Elliot spoke, curious about what the gambler needs.
Chance adjusted his glasses, staring at the other with a smirk. It was as clear as day that he most definitely was planning something. Especially since he quite literally barged into someone’s room.
“Ahem, thanks for saving my ass back there. Your pizza really helped me…” Chance continued, grabbing Elliot’s shoulder as they sized him up. Elliot perked up at the sudden touch, not expecting it at all.
Elliot’s face becomes a mess. Usually, no one would thank him at all. They would take his pizza and just run away. Staring at Chance, he suddenly starts blushing like hell, his legs shaking nervously.
“Umm, you're welcome…?” Elliot mumbled. His face is a mess, constantly avoiding eye contact every time. Though, he smiles. He then starts to fidget with his hands, as to distract himself.
“Oh, you look nervous. Wonder why.” Chance pulled themselves closer to Elliot, practically having a staring contest with him. They smirked, intentionally trying to rile the pizza boy up.
“So,” Chance continued, “I want to repay you.” They were staring at Elliot like a hungry lion. They were up to something… mischievous. They sized him up once again, before retracting his arms, backing away just a little. After a short while, they began to grin.
“Huh.. Oh, no need..!” Elliot stuttered. He wasn't sure why he's acting like this around Chance. Perhaps it's because he finds them… attractive? But still! He shouldn't be acting like this. He wasn’t too sure on why Chance is acting like that either.
“Not with money .” Chance stepped forward. “But with my body.”
“Eh-?” Elliot felt… weird. As if he's been waiting for this moment… No, fuck. He can't think dirty. He's supposed to be the “innocent guy” that everyone knows. He looks around for a moment, replaying their voice in his head to see if he heard them right.
Chance began to command his right hand to caress the other’s thigh, as if teasing him. They were snickering at him, acting like what they said wasn't crazy. Elliot doesn’t try to do anything, because he sure liked this.
“I know you're hungry for me, baby.” Chance murmured into Elliot’s ear, before adding on, “You were touching yourself last night, didn't ya? Even moaned my name and all that. Don't even try to deny it.” Chance shamelessly spat out. He could imitate his moans if he wanted to, but he didn’t just because he felt nice.
“…?!”
Elliot stares at him with wide eyes. How the hell did he get caught? He did it in the bathroom at like 2:32 AM. No way anyone would be awake past that time… He covers his face, hiding the fact that he's a walking tomato. He lets out a short “ah.. is that so…”, before retracting his hands.
“Well, yeah. I quite literally just wanted to piss. And you decided to just stroke it in the bathroom? Thinking about me?” Chance enunciated, bringing his face closer to his.
At this point, Elliot just gave up. Maybe, just maybe… He should just say what he's feeling in an honest way. He clenched his fists to try and ease the nervousness, his blushing still not dying down. Though, it isn't that much anymore.
“Is that why…?” Elliot asked, still giving the look of confusion towards Chance, before adding on. “Fine…” He hesitated. “I.. I've been thinking about fucking you.” He admitted, avoiding eye contact with the other. “That thought… t-turns me on so much… But we aren't even dating, so I'm.. I feel guilt—”
“It's fine.” Chance interrupted. “I'm surely not taking back whatever I said earlier, though~.” And with that, he suddenly unzips Elliot’s pants, making them drop onto the floor. This made Elliot spiral into madness, a lot of ideas flowing into his brain.
But Elliot didn't say anything. Instead, he grabs Chance and throws him onto the bed, being on top of him. He stares at them, equipping a smirk. He had been waiting for this moment.. Forever. The last time he had ever had sex with someone was with a woman in a bar from around 2 years ago…
Chance lets out a small “Oh?”, glancing at Elliot who was now on top of him. Elliot removes Chance’s glasses, gently placing them onto the desk just right next to the bed. He grabs both of Chance’s arms, basically handcuffing him to the bed.
“I'm.. So, so excited…” Elliot spoke as he removed his underwear, which.. revealed his erect cock. It’s waiting to be put inside of something, someone. Each second that passes by, Elliot becomes increasingly impatient, already wanting to pound inside of the gambler.
“Woah th—“ Before Chance could finish his speech, Elliot starts to press their lips together, tongues clashing with one another. Both of them let out moans as Elliot began to unbutton their suit, throwing them onto the floor.
“Ngh… you… taste good…” Elliot mumbled as they both kept making out, his right hand still handcuffing Chance to the bed. His left hand then began to unzip their pants, but didn’t touch their underwear just yet.
Elliot finally came to a halt, smirking at the other. Chance looked… dumbfounded. The both of them were panting like shit, trying to accumulate at least a little oxygen. Afterwards, Elliot began to take off Chance’s underwear, which also revealed their erect cock coated in pre-cum.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn impatient… if only I wasn’t restrained…” Chance whispered, equipping a smug look, trying to make Elliot do so much more than just making out. Chance knew damn well he started this.
Elliot began to line himself up against Chance’s entrance, making sure it'll fit. After confirmation, he starts putting his fingers inside Chance’s mouth just to coat them with their saliva, making them whimper a bit. He decides to use their own saliva as lube, beginning to dig inside.
At first, he had only used one finger. Until he starts to add about 3 more, before going at a faster rate.
Chance let out a small whimper as they felt his fingers go in and out of them. It hurt as hell at first, but the pain turned into pleasure in a span of 1 minute. He was stretching them out so that it wouldn't hurt once he put his dick inside of Chance.
Elliot began to come closer and bite on their neck, licking and sucking on it as he kept finger fucking them for a short while. This made Chance let out sounds of pleasure quite loudly, flinching at the feeling.
Elliot begins to slam his own cock against Chances. Then, he starts to grind both of their cocks against one another, eliciting feelings of pleasure for the both of them. Elliot began to moan as well, sucking and kissing as they were in a… Weird position right now.
“Ngh, ngh…! Mnghhh…!!” Chance bit his lip as he kept getting finger fucked, still being restrained by Elliot’s left hand with his right one fucking him like crazy. Pair that with kissing and biting them on the neck as well, and shit did it feel so damn good…
Elliot simply giggled, still grinding their cocks together as he kept Chance handcuffed with his left hand. He was enjoying this. He's enjoying seeing Chance be submissive like this…
“Hah…” Elliot finally let go of Chance’s neck, retracting his fingers just before the other could cum. Having noticed this, Chance looks at him as if he just committed a fucking crime. They wanted to cum so badly… But oh well, they can't do anything about it. Or…?
Before Chance could speak, he suddenly felt something pound inside of him. Elliot had already put his dick in, without warning. Though, it's not like Chance was complaining… He was liking this. A lot. He watched as Elliot whimpered, before beginning to thrust in and out of them.
“Shit, Chance… you feel so good…” Elliot moaned as he kept thrusting, making sure to eventually find the gambler’s sweet spot and hit it occasionally. As soon as he did, he immediately aimed for it. Which made Chance let out sounds of pleasure.
“Ha… ha…! Fuck, ngh… Elliot… please..!” Chance threw his head back as he kept getting hit by feelings of pleasure, it seems like he couldn't handle it anymore. However, Elliot didn't seem to convey any signs of wanting to cum, still fucking him like a wolf. Chance realized that he was fucked, literally. If Elliot had that much stamina, he sure will eventually get to overstimulation.
“You're doing so well for me, Chance…” Elliot spoke as he kept going faster and faster, as if claiming Chance as his. He decides to stop handcuffing them to put both of his hands on their waist, keeping them still to make sure Chance feels everything. “Good boy.”
Chance smirked at the words of praise from Elliot, though it came to a halt as he was getting fucked relentlessly. He began to use both of his hands to grip on Elliot’s waist, trying to balance himself. Coming closer to cumming, he gripped Elliot’s back to the point of inflicting scratches.
Elliot wasn't complaining. If anything, he enjoyed the pain. Despite all that, he still continued to go in and out without stopping. He was really into fucking the shit out of the gambler, huh?
“Shit…E-Elliot…Ngh, ahh… Hmngh—! I'm fucking c-close…!” Chance whimpered as he finally came, cum coming out of his own dick which fell onto his stomach. Elliot took notice of this, and began to coat his fingers with their cum and lick it.
Chance was weirded out, having someone as cute as Elliot just lick his liquid like that… Fuck. But that's out of the statement. He was STILL getting fucked. He's for sure going to be overstimulated.
“Hehe, surprised b-by my stamina, aren't you… Ghh..” Elliot muttered as he kept fucking him like a mad dog, savoring the feeling. Chance began to cry out loud once again from all of the pleasure he's feeling.
Elliot was enjoying Chance being in a state of overstimulation, taking notice of their legs shaking and their constant flinching. He decided to bring forth his right hand to stroke the other’s cock, matching the rhythm the same as Elliot’s thrusts.
Chance was looking so damn pathetic right now, despite crying and there were tears coming out of his eyes, he's still enjoying every second. He continued moaning, not like he can control it anyway.
“Ngh, mnghhh…!! Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Elliot, you fucking menace… hagh…” Chance whimpered, holding onto Elliot’s waist for dear life. Elliot smirked as kept fucking and thrusting, eventually feeling like coming closer to finishing.
“Hngh… I'm close,” Elliot spoke. Or rather, whimpered. “Be a good boy and let me cum inside, alright…?” He retracted his right hand from stroking Chance’s member.
Chance blushed at his statement. God, did he want that. The feeling of Elliot’s own liquid running inside of him was so fucking cute… Chance once again whimpered, as Elliot kept going faster.
Eventually, they both finished together. Chance cumming once again as Elliot cummed inside, letting out a moan together. Afterwards, Elliot pulled his dick out of them, which was coated with his own cum.
“Hey…” Elliot spoke as he held Chance, bringing his cock closer to his face. “Lick it off.”
“Ha…? Do I suc—” Before Chance could finish, Elliot had already put his dick inside of his mouth. As if on instinct, Chance began to lick the other’s cum off his dick, swallowing it right after.
“God, you're such a weirdo, Elliot.” Chance spoke so smugly as he kept licking and swallowing the liquid off. Just as he was about to retract, Elliot had grabbed him and placed him just beside the bed, making them face his cock head on.
“I'm a weirdo, huh… I wasn't the one who said that I'd pay with my body.” As soon as he said that, he began to stick his cock inside of the other’s mouth and thrusted in and out. Feeling something bite, Elliot decided to order him.
“Watch your teeth, Chance…”
“Fuckk, on it.” Chance just took it like a good boy, sucking and licking his member. Both of them were so fucking into this. Chance found it hot that he was basically getting face-fucked.
After a short while, Elliot came to a halt just before he could cum. This confused Chance, but they respected his decision anyway… They couldn't deny that they wanted more.
He grabbed and carried Chance with only one arm, before taking the cum stained bed sheets off as he placed them gently on the bed. He stared at them, before walking away to the closet near them.
“Let's call this a day… The payment was successful.” Elliot began to dress himself in clean clothes as he grabbed spare ones and threw them at Chance. Seeing them not having enough stamina to even move, he just decided to grab a separate bed sheet and covered them in it.
“Thanks. But, how the fuck are we supposed to explain this.” Chance mumbled as he stared at the ceiling, paranoid that the other survivors MIGHT notice something off about them and Elliot.
Elliot simply laughed it off, “Silly, as long as we act normal… They won't—” Before he could finish, they both suddenly hear a knock on the door.
Elliot tensed up as he made sure Chance was covered up, before going towards the door and opening it to see… Guest and 007n7?!
“You dumbasses, keep it down next time.” Guest spoke bluntly, whilst 007n7 looked traumatized, probably from the noises. Elliot became embarrassed, staring at both of them nervously.
"..." Elliot looked at Chance, giving them multiple signs that he needed help. But they didn't give a single shit, leaving Elliot nervous. He looked back at them, smiling.
“H-Hey… we.. didn't do anything… I promise!” Elliot stuttered as he put both of his hands up, but not too high up. He tried to reassure both of them, trying to keep Chance's reputation clean, as well as his.
“Liar. If the two of you plan to have sex again, fucking keep it down. Look at 007n7, he looks like he's going to cry.” Guest retorted.
“But…!”
Before Elliot could back himself up, the two of them started to walk away. He was nervous, what if they tell the other survivors…? He turned his head as he heard Chance giggle.
“Hey, cheer up. We're both adults anyway, what could go wrong.” Chance suddenly spoke, staring at Elliot. “The worst they can do is bother us with the fact that we had sex, but they'll just forget it in a few days, no?”
“... I guess.” Elliot replied back, before walking to the bed and sat down beside Chance.