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After his suit had been un-buttoned and discarded, Grox was left in just his undershirt. The cool night-breeze hit him, but didn't help with how hot he felt.
Froggy pulled away from their ongoing kiss, to instead bite the shirt and violently rip it off, along with the pillow the skeleton stuffed into his ribcage to make his suit sit right. Grox did not feel anything about that and his face did not get hotter at the sight.
Feeling a little lonely in his shirtlessness, the skeletons hands let go of the frog's back, and started fumbling with the other's suit. He was taking so long because he was teasing, not because his hands were too shaky to function properly.
The other started to get impatient, kissing the skeleton once again, smearing even more blood over his skull.
Eventually Froggy's suit did come off, along with his undershirt, but he left the tie on. It was charming. He was about to reach to his pants but realized something.
"Hey uhh... Frogs, I don't exactly have a..."
That didn't seem to deter the rabid man in front of him, as he just pushed Grox to the floor and continued kissing him.
The skeleton thought that would be all he'd be getting until—
"AH!"
A weird, sharp feeling from his chest pressed out a moan from him. An actual moan.
The sensation didn't stop but only dragged on, making it harder and harder to stay composed beneath the taller figure pinning him to the floor.
When looking down he came to realize that it was Froggy's hands gripping his ribs, going up the withered bones, getting closer to his spine. It feels much better than it should.
"F-Frog—"
He's interrupted by a small hiss when a webbed finger hovers dangerously close to his vertebrae.
In his state of anticipation Grox can feel some foam — presumably rabies foam — drop onto his face and into his mouth, but that didn't stop him from pulling into a kiss again.
He himself decided to raise his arms from below him and grab the figure above him and pull it closer, as well as digging the tips of his fingers into its back. That got a hiss out of the frog, followed by a purr.
Before Grox could pull another noise out of Froggy however, he came first with a moan when a slippery thumb hovered dangerously close to an intervertebral disc. It teasingly rubbed circles into the vertebral body before pressing right into the disc.
Grox screamed.
That scream transitioned into a moan after a second. His arms flinched together into a grapple around Froggy's torso and pulled him to his chest, making the frog grunt and let go of his spine completely.
Before the skeleton could get red-skulled at his reaction, an intense sudden pain made him tighten his grip even more.
The pain, he realized, came from the frog biting down on his rib. Hard.
"A-AYO FROGGY WHAT ARE YOU-" His voice cut off at a slimy feeling on his bones.
That turned out to be Froggy wrapping his long frog-tongue around his fifth rib and licking it like an ice cream. Surely that must hurt Grox is a damn wither skeleton-
Said wither skeleton's train of thought got interrupted by the pain of that rib getting bit again-
This time a quiet cracking could be heard. That didn't deter the frog from gnawing on the bone like a chew toy.
Grox enjoyed it way more than he should have. He shouldn't enjoy it at all!
Deciding to get some payback, he gathered all the bearings he could to tear off one of his gloves and grip Froggy's back so hard it surely bruised. That got his attacker to stop chewing on his surely broken rib and made him back up and moan-
The skeleton got the memo, and ripped his other glove off too — with some help of his teeth due to his other hand digging into the frogs back — and grabbed Froggy's tie to pull him right back. Totally not to get him to continue touching him — that's awful wording why would he think that.
Barely a second after Grox finished the thought, Froggy seemed to have read it and grabbed the others spine. He pulled it towards himself, making the poor skeleton let out an embarrassing squeak and let go of the frog's back.
"You gotta chill oUT—"
He squeezed an eye shut in pain — or pleasure — as an arm slid beneath his ribcage and grabbed the top from inside and pulled outwards — dear god that felt so WEIRD.
Froggy started huffing with his tongue out — from excitement, probably — which Grox took advantage off to grab it and pull it back. The frog cried out in pain, before grinning madly and adjusting the hand inside the skeleton's ribcage to grib his spine instead, digging his fingers inbetween every vertebrae he could reach.
His other hand shot to the one gripping his tounge and grabbed its wrist, making sure to put pressure onto as many joints as possible.
The assault of so many parts of him sent so much pleasure to Grox's brain that it decided to completely shut down. He let go of the frog's tongue and let out a moan so loud the eaten villagers could probably hear it from Froggy's stomach.
Now effectively paralized, twitching every few moments, he couldn't even respond to the violent kiss being shoved against his mouth.
That changed however, when he collected his bearings and pushed back with a groan, as well as wrapping his hands around the man. Pushed back so hard in fact, that Froggy fell over and Grox landed on top of him.
In a situation where his senses weren't already attacked multiple times, perhaps it'd be painful to land on his arms with an added weight of two people on top.
This time, no tongue was shoved inside the skeleton's throat, and the kiss was surprisingly calm for one that s being shared with someone who had rabies.
Oh yeah. That.
Grox was probably getting infected. Granted if skeletons could get rabies. Could they?
He had no time to dwell on the question before being flipped around to end on the bottom again. Although he didn't particularly mind, it was easier laying down with how tired he was getting.
Froggy pulled away from the kiss, leaving a thin layer of foam on Grox's mouth, and sat up, his knees on either side of where the skeleton's waist would be. Grox didn't even notice how droopy his eyes had gotten until he was given the chance to lay down properly.
The frog curiously poked the skeleton's cheek, only getting a small tired grumble in response. No more of that he supposes.
As his environment got more blurry, Grox weakly pushed the green hand away from his face and turned over to his side, giving in to his exhaustion.