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Wumuti was finding himself spending yet another Saturday night on sofa with his best friend, both of them too broke from their entry-level job salaries to do anything more interesting than watch a shitton of RuPaul’s Drag Race and stuff their face with random snacks. They’d inevitably end up complaining about the weight gain, although Rui never gained a gram and Wumuti more than made up for the calories ingested as a dance teacher’s assistant.
“Her wig looks soooo fake!”, Rui catted, rolling his eyes. Even now, without makeup, he still looked as beautiful as a statue. Wumuti watched him push a Maltesers chocolate past his shiny lips, barely containing a sigh. It was hard to focus when God’s Perfect Twink was sitting right opposite you.
Rui had always been gorgeous, from the day they met in college. That very day had started with Wumuti crying, Rui finding him bawling his eyes out in an empty toilet stall before promptly deploying all of his talents to make him laugh. They had ended the day together, huddled in a bed in their tiny student accommodation, and they’d never been apart since.
Wumuti had come out first, even though he hadn’t really needed to, and Rui had just responded with “Girl, I know. Me too.”
And that was that. They shopped together, partied together, and shared every single detail of their love life with each other.
Unfortunately, neither of them had been very lucky in that department. Rui kept dating knuckleheads whose only redeeming quality was that they could manhandle him, Wumuti had had one serious boyfriend who turned out to be controlling and abusive. That was the second time his best friend had found him, scared and crying, wrists still pulsing red from where the asshole held him down on the floor and forced himself into his unconsenting body.
That night, Rui had slept in his single bed with him, holding his shaking limbs and kissing away his tears until the trembling had subsided. In the early hours of the morning, before they fell asleep, Wumuti had lifted his tear-stained face to Rui and they’d exchanged a gentle kiss, thin lips parting shyly to let them explore with their tongues.
The next morning, Rui was already out of bed when Wumuti woke up. He made his way into the living room, where his best friend was just coming back from his ex’s place with all his stuff.
“Coffee’s brewing. There’s youtiao in the fridge.” Once again, Rui had saved him without asking for anything in return and life continued. They never mentioned the kiss.
But that night, the one of RuPaul and chocolate snacks, was one where Wumuti could barely contain the affection he felt for Rui. He knew for a while he had been crushing on his best friend, but he thought it as belated puppy love, just his deranged brain trying to cope with how much he admired Rui.
They had both joked that they would be perfect for each other, if only they hadn’t both been bottoms. Which made it all the more interesting when Rui turned to him and shoved his feet into his lap and poked him with his toes.
“Ugh, I’m so horny I could die. Seriously if I don’t get dick within the next 24 hours, I’m probably going to pass out.”
“Can I help?” Wumuti’s mouth asked before his brain could get a say into it.
Rui let out a breathy laugh. So damn pretty.
“You? My love, I don’t think you could top me if your life depended on it.”
Wumuti couldn’t even disagree, but he had an idea. He could barely admit it to himself but it was something he’d been thinking about late at night, when his brain relaxed enough to let his deepest fantasies run wild.
He grabbed his friend’s foot and started rubbing the delicate soles.
“I have an idea. Do you trust me?”
Rui’s expression changed from amused to intrigued, and maybe a little aroused. Although that might have been Wumuti’s wishful thinking.
It was definitely not his brain playing tricks when Rui slowly nodded. They both knew they were playing a dangerous game, about to blur the boundaries of their relationship. They could’ve just stopped and laughed it off, gone back to Drag Race and bitching about the contestants.
It could have been the wine, or the fact that there wasn’t an experience they wouldn’t share with one another, but they both leaned into each other until they were on their hands and knees, faces inches apart in the middle of the beaten-up sofa. It would have been laughable if they weren’t so clearly wired, eyes gone glassy and panting softly.
Another breath and Rui’s lips were meeting his own. Wumuti closed his eyes, spell-bound. This was what he’d been dreaming of for so long and it felt even better than his nighttime fantasies. Their first kiss had been tender and gentle, this one was possessive and heated. Rui grabbed at his hair where it sat longer at the back of his neck, while he himself was lifting up his friend’s tee-shirt to touch the soft, pale skin underneath. They both pulled back at the same time, years of friendship taking over to make sure the other one was OK. Wumuti was more than OK, and Rui didn’t seem to be complaining either, judging from the noticeable tenting of his sweats.
Still, Wumuti took the time to ask:
“You wanna keep going?”
He was answered with a nod and just like that, they were kissing again and pulling their shirts off frantically. Wumuti was relishing every second of it: the warmth of his friend’s hands, the delicious tongue exploring his mouth, and all of a sudden everything was too much and not enough at the same time. His best friend was panting into his mouth, and he couldn’t get enough of the sweet sound. So he dipped his hand behind the waistband of Rui’s trousers and grabbed his cock, surprised at how soft and warm the flesh was underneath his fingers. Wumuti rolled his wrist experimentally, relishing in the soft moan the gesture elicited. He repeated it until all he could hear were breathy whimpers and Rui begging for more. His friend was quickly losing his composure, head lolling and barely able to keep up with the kissing.
Wumuti took a break to slide the joggers off Rui’s legs, both of them laughing when it got stuck around his ankles. This could have broken the spell of the moment but as soon as Wumuti saw his friend’s pretty dick, he couldn’t resist dipping down to lick the bead of precum pearling at the tip. Rui shivered beneath him and, spurred on by his reaction, Wumuti continued his kitten licks around the head while running his fist at the base. He was so turned on, he couldn’t help but softly hump the sofa where his dick was constrained inside his pants. But for noises like the ones Rui was making now, he could forget about his own needs for a minute. Rui threaded his hands into Wumuti’s hair, fingers constricting and pulling deliciously whenever he was feeling too overwhelmed. Which meant, if the way he was currently pushing down on his friend’s head was anything to go by, that he was close to cumming.
But after a few minutes, his pleasured sighs turned pained and he started sounding absolutely desperate.
“ ‘Muti… I can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“I don’t think I can cum without…”
Ah. So that was it.
“Without something in your ass?”
Rui nodded, shyly. His ears were a bit red with embarrassment. Adorable.
“I got you.”
Wumuti ran to his bedroom, leaving a slightly panicked Rui in his living room. He knew exactly what he was looking for, and wasted no time in retrieving the item from his bedside table, along with a bottle of lube.
A few months ago, he had bought the double-ended dildo on an impulse, checking it out of his online cart before he could second-guess himself. It had sat unused in his bedside drawer ever since, sparkling a light baby blue underneath his other toys. He hesitated a little bit before returning to Rui, afraid his idea would turn out to be a dud. When he entered the living room with the toy hanging from his hand, Rui laughed but his eyes reflected his desire. His friend parted his legs as if to give him permission, and Wumuti wasted no time making his way back to kiss and nip at the tender skin of Rui’s thighs.
“Do you need prep? I can stretch you.”
“No, I like when it… when it burns a bit…”
Once again, his face turned pink as Wumuti processed what Rui said. Even on this, they were more similar than they knew. Wumuti winked at him, amused:
“Then let’s get started, shall we?”
He drizzled a good amount of lube on the toy, then on his fingers before pressing them to Rui’s hole, watching the puckered skin contract under his touch before pressing the dildo to his entrance. Rui looked tiny compared to the toy, which wasn’t even that big, and Wumuti thought maybe he shouldn’t have listened to his friend and should have fingered him first. But Rui’s moans were getting desperate and Wumuti was so turned on, so he rubbed the toy over his friend’s entrance and started thrusting in shallow movements, only for Rui’s hole to catch on the tip of the toy and start swallowing it almost immediately.
“God your hole is so greedy… never thought you were such a slut.”
His friend clearly didn’t mind a little bit of degradation if the moan he let out at that moment was anything to go by. Wumuti secured his handle on the toy and pressed it inside, making Rui take more and more with every move.
“Fuck, you’re taking it so easily… it’s like you don’t even need stretching”, he breathed, entranced.
“ ‘Muti, I want you… to feel good too.”, Rui panted.
“I already feel good, princess.”
But he still pushed the end of the dildo as far in as he could before moving back to undress himself and lie back on the opposite end of the sofa, feeling vulnerable and exposed even as his best friend laid there, toy sticking out of his ass.
He wasted no time slicking his own hole and grabbing the other end of the dildo, stretching his entrance with one hand as he inserted the fake blue cock slowly, teeth clenching with the stretch. He might not have been as easily stretchable as Rui, and he breathed out for a minute to try and get used to the ache before whispering:
“You move it first. Want you to get your orgasm.”
Rui had been silent for the whole time it took him to adjust, gently petting down his sides. But he looked ruined, and started fucking himself on the toy as soon as he got Wumuti’s go ahead. Every time his friend would move, the dildo would also get jostled into his ass and the stretch burnt so good now. Rui was moaning wantonly, a couple fingers stuck in his mouth so he could suck on them while he was holding Wumuti’s hand with the other. The pleasure of seeing his best friend riding the toy with abandon was nothing like he had experienced before, and Wumuti was loving the sensation of their asses meeting on every thrust, the wet sound of lube squelching and the feeling of being full and knowing Rui felt just as incredible right now. Almost on accident, the dildo reached his prostate and a stream of precum leaked onto his stomach. Rui looked at it with interest so Wumuti gathered the wetness onto his fingers and, bending forward, let his friend sucked sloppily around the offered hand. Everything was now hot and wet and sticky and he could feel Rui getting more frantic with how desperately he was pushing himself onto the dildo. Unable to keep the position any longer, Wumuti flopped back on the sofa but just in time to watch Rui lick at his fingers again, looking slightly guilty as he gazed at him and muttered around the digits:
“Need both my holes filled.”
The vision of his best friend sucking his own fingers like a whore and his hole stretched past its limit was almost enough to make him come on the spot but he tried to hold it in for as long as he could, not wanting to miss the spectacle of Rui cumming untouched, his pretty cock spasming and releasing spurt after spurt of pearly white cum. Wumuti continued to fuck himself on the dildo, faster now that he had fully adjusted to the pressure in his tummy. Rui just watched him for a few minutes, still coming down from his orgasm before clearly becoming overstimulated.
Rui gracefully removed his end of the toy before turning over to lie on his tummy in front of Wumuti’s spread legs, and he started pushing the dildo into him. It was perfect. Wumuti was sure he would come within the next minute but then Rui started licking at his entrance where it was stretched around the toy, and he knew he wouldn’t even last that long. After a few more licks to his perineum, he too was coming and Rui wasted no time cleaning him up with his mouth.
They both looked like contented cats now, and with his ass still spasming around the dildo, Wumuti grabbed under Rui’s armpits to pull him up and make out with him lazily. They ended their night like that, cuddled up on the sofa and happy that their friendship now included making each other feel this special.