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Ranboo's sitting on the floor, legs splayed out as he clutches at his face.
Tubbo grabs his wrists and pries his boyfriends hands from his face.
Ranboo looks up at him, eyes full of tears, they're running down his cheeks and soaking his sleeves, droplets darkening his pants.
He sniffles as Tubbo clicks his tongue, shaking his head at the sight of him.
"Oh, Boo, my little cry baby."
He crouches down in front of him, taking his face into his hands, he doesn't wipe away his tears, just pulls him in for a deep kiss.
It quiets Ranboo's whimpering, but his head doesnt clear, if anything, Tubbo kissing him just makes his head foggier.
After a minute, he pushes him backwards onto the floor, knowing it will be easier to get his pants off now rather than later.
He's so compliant when he's like this.
He undoes his fly, pulling his jeans off and setting them to the side.
Ranboo lifts his hips so Tubbo can get his pants off, but he doesn't make any other moves, completely still except for the slight tremble to his legs.
He presses another simple kiss to his lips before standing up and slinging him over his shoulder.
He's strong enough to carry him however he wants, but he likes carrying him like this cause it's demeaning.
Despite how tall, and just, large he is in comparison to Tubbo, Ranboo is laughably easy to pick up and carry around.
He's like a sack of potatoes, or an exceptionally relaxed cat.
He carries him into his bedroom.
Tubbo drops him onto the bed unceremoniously, enjoying how utterly disheveled he looks.
His hair is all mussed, puffing out around his head.
His shirt is riding up, exposing his midriff, blue eyes full of tears.
He looks so lovely, enticing and fuckable.
Tubbo can't wait to ruin him further.
He climbs on top of him, straddling his hips and kissing him softly.
He knows what it does to him when he's soft.
So he moves his lips against his, pressing gently, pulling back, but not moving away.
It's something he's good at, going slow and steady until Ranboo can't think straight.
He kisses him until Boo is a puddle underneath him, almost literally with the way he's crying.
Tubbo pulls back, ignoring Ranboo's whimper, and the way he feebly clutches at his shirt.
He leans over, almost falling off the bed to reach the bottom drawer of his bedside table and pull the lube out.
He rights himself, presses another sloppy kiss to Ranboo's open mouth, and positions himself between his legs.
He pulls his boxers off, Ranboo looks away, still crying softly.
Save for his shirt, he's completely exposed, and Tubbo relishes the fact that he knows it's making Ranboo uncomfortable.
He leans down and presses a kiss to Ranboo's hip, just to the left of his dick.
It twitches in interest, but he doesn't pay it any mind, pulling Ranboo's hips up by gripping his thighs, giving him access to him.
He lubes up a finger, presses it inside of him.
Ranboo tries to close his legs, but can't with Tubbo sitting between them.
He trembles as Tubbo works him open, pushing one finger in and out of him until he can add a second.
He scissors his fingers apart, rocking them in and out of him until even that doesn't meet any resistance.
He should probably add a third but he's lazy, Ranboo can take it.
Speaking of Ranboo, he's going through another bout of tears.
"God, you are such a cry baby. It's starting to get on my nerves."
It only makes him cry harder, upset that the fact he can't control his emotions is making Tubbo agitated.
Tubbo pulls him up into a sitting position, getting off the bed and stripping his clothes off.
Once he's naked, he lays back on the bed, squirting some lube into his hand.
He coats his cock with it.
He wipes his hand off on the sheet, he'll have to wash them later.
He grips Ranboo by the hips, picking him up and setting him on his lap.
He makes Ranboo hover over him, the weepy boy letting him move him into position without complaint.
He grabs his cock and lines the head up with Ranboo's hole.
Once the head is in, he lets go of Ranboo's hip, letting gravity do the work as Ranboo drops down onto him. Ranboo gives a stilted, pained little moan at being entered so quickly, so fully.
He wriggles his hips a bit, but quickly stops when it becomes uncomfortable.
His legs tremble.
"C'mon Boo, you're not gonna make me do all the work are you, you and I both know you can take it."
Tubbo knows Ranboo won't be able to actually do it, just wanting to see him suffer.
Ranboo gives a stuttered little breath, nodding.
If he's good then Tubbo will be nice to him, he hopes at least.
He tries to raise up, but his legs start shaking and it takes him a moment to get them under him right so that he can rest his weight on them.
His hands rest on Tubbo's chest, Tubbo's got a strong grip on his wrists, rubbing slow little circuits into him with his thumbs.
Ranboo goes slow, not having much of a choice, usually he's underneath Tubbo, he's not really good at this.
He's already exhausted from crying so much, sadly for him, he has no idea whats in store.
He lifts himself up as best as he can, letting gravity pull him back down, and wincing everytime Tubbo bottoms out.
After a couple of minutes of this, Tubbo sighs and let's go of his wrists, grabbing his hips.
He lifts him up and forces him back down again, it's so quick Ranboo feels nauseous.
He sobs loudly as Tubbo sets up a brutal pace, using him like a fleshlight.
He's both guiding Ranboo's hips, and thrusting up into him.
Ranboo's moans are sandwiched between sobs, ugly and loud, it's making Tubbo more irritated.
"To- obyyy! Ple-ASE it hurts!"
He sobs out as Tubbo continues to thrust up into him.
"You'll be fine."
He says it, completely uncaring, casually, almost.
It makes Ranboo feel hopeless.
He knows he's hurting him and doesn't care, likes it even.
A fresh wave of tears course down his cheeks at this realisation.
Ranboo sobs loudly, bouncing up and down on Tubbo's cock, his hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.
Tears stream down his cheeks, seemingly no end to it.
Tubbo's fucking into him so forcefully that he's starting to go numb.
It hurts, but it's tightly laced with, somewhat overwhelmed by, pleasure.
It's weighed down by his emotional state.
He doesn't even know why he was crying in the first place, but he just feels so utterly devastated.
Tubbo however is very pleased with how utterly wrecked Ranboo is, a weepy mess on his cock.
He's not even irritated with Ranboo, just pretending to be cause he knows how badly it would fuck him up.
"Cry for me pretty boy."
He doesn't need to say it, Ranboo's already doing it, but something about it just adds to the experience.
He can feel himself getting closer, but he knows it's gonna be a while before he cums.
He steadies his pace, pumping in out of Ranboo roughly, not giving the pretty dirty blonde any mercy.
He watches as he dick makes a slight bulge in Ranboo's lower stomach, watches the way it moves as he thrusts up into him.
He lets go of one side of Ranboo's hips, his hand going up to tweak his nipple, feeling downright sadistic when Ranboo cries out.
He's so pretty when he cries, both in the tears way and the pained noises way.
He keeps pumping into him, it hasn't gone unnoticed, the way Ranboo's cock has slowly gotten hard, now bobbing against his stomach with each thrust.
Ranboo seems way too out of it to even register the fact that he's hard.
Tubbo flicks the head of his cock lightly with a finger, pleased with the pained hiss that's quickly followed up by a fucked out moan.
He keeps lifting his hips up, as well as bringing Ranboo's hips down onto him, effectively driving himself as deep into Ranboo as possible with each thrust, pulling back out all the way to the tip.
If Ranboo wanted to cry, he'd give him a reason to.
He maneuvers Ranboo on top of him, trying to find his prostate.
It takes a second but he knows he's found it when Ranboo jolts and let's out a moan so loud it's practically a scream.
He keeps ramming into that spot, making Ranboo twitch and squirm, the abuse to his prostate making him oversensitive.
His Cock is starting to leak precum, it's running down his length, some of it being smeared against his stomach from the way his cock slaps against it with each bounce.
He feels so tired, everything, even staying upright, feels like it takes so much effort.
The pleasure and the pain arces through him doesn't help in the slightest.
Tubbo keeps drilling his prostate though, and soon he's cumming in an arc, white splashing across Tubbo's stomach, as well as his own, in viscous little spurts.
His back arches almost painfully as scorching pleasure tears through him, leaving him a pile of limbs slumped on Tubbo's chest.
Tubbo's still thrusting in and out of him, chasing his orgasm.
He was definitely helped along by the display though, and soon he feels it in his lower belly.
He feels the knot in his stomach start to come undone and flips them over, Ranboo wrapping his legs around his hips as he buries himself to the hilt, spilling his cum into him, coating his insides.
He pulls out, rolls over onto his back and catches his breath.
Ranboo's completely quiet, he always is after sex.
Tubbo wipes himself off with the sheet.
Rolling over onto his side, facing Ranboo as he feels sleep take him under.
Ranboo watches Tubbo's eyes drift closed, sniffling softly and scooting closer.
He picks up Tubbo's arm and drapes it over his side.
Tubbo instincively holds him tighter against him, already asleep.
Ranboo finally passes out, his mind clear, but not pleasantly, completely exhausted.