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Gift for my bff arlo
Albeso x male resder yapyapyap
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It was around 5pm, and Albedo was still working away in his laboratory. It was a project he had started a few months back that had been giving him some issue, which caused him to send Sucrose out to get any extra materials he believed he may need.
The day would be fine for all lives — if it weren't for the fact that (name) was alone. The entire day he waited for his lover to come back, occupying their time with a halfway interesting book about a young girl named Aniyah going through the properties of life.
A generic coming-of-age story, but it was good enough to keep (name) somewhat busy.
He sat, cross legged, on a chair in the room over from Albedo's office. He know he could always go in to see his husband. Albedo wouldn't mind. But he still wanted to give him some sort of privacy, as he was a person too.
But, really? It had felt like years since he last seen his darling scientist husband; and he was starting to get iffy.
Which is why he completely disregarded what he swore before, and slowly walked to the special door, opening it ever so softly.
"Dear?" Albedo's ears perked as he turnt to the sound. "Did you need something?"
Ah, his voice calmed (names) nerves a bit.
(Name) smiled, walking over to his husband. His hands wrapped around Albedo's waist, hugging him from behind. He inhaled the scent of Albedo's natural smell, easing into relaxation.
He lied his head on Albedo's shoulder. "I want you to stop working. Come to bed with me, please?"
The question and sentence alone caused a sigh to erupt from Albedo's soft pink lips. He knew it wasn't healthy to force yourself into working with no breaks for so long, but that was only a condition for humans.
And, technically speaking, Albedo was not human. He recognized that factor himself and used it as an excuse for practically everything he did that (name) didn't agree with.
"I'll be fine. I'm almost done." Albedo would mumble, eyes narrowing a tiny bit to glance over his work once more. Everything was in place, and it seemed like it was going well.
But that wasn't nearly enough to convince a needy (name). His hands trailed down. "Why are you so persistent on pushing yourself so hard?"
Albedo's breath hitched as a large hand gently swiped over his crotch. "I— I'm only doing what I have to."
"No, you're doing what you think you have to do. You can finish this all tomorrow, if you're really as close to finishing it as you say you are," (name) pursed their lips into a line, slipping their hand under Albedo's shorts.
It was a tactic they would frequently use to get Albedo to stop working so much. It provided a moment for them to bond, and for Albedo to relax.
So, it was only natural that Albedo knew he was fucked as soon as he felt the movement.
"I'm not lying," He breathed out, feeling a hand pump his hardening dick. "I just need to- To finish this bit."
(Name) didn't listen, pulling Albedo's cock fresh out of his pants. His hand slowly moved, careful not to overstimulate Albedo too early. "You can finish it tomorrow. After you sleep and eat."
(Name's) assertive tone paired with the stimulation to Albedo's most sensitive body part almost made him crumble. His palms lie flat on the table, knuckles and fingers slightly lifted as he tried to steady himself. "Fuck, I can't- (Name), please."
The movement on his cock only sped up more. They stood in silence, if not for the gentle sound of Albedo's whimpering. He couldn't even form words anymore.
Not with the way (name's) thumb rubbed over his frenulum and the tiny little slit on his tip. Albedo's hips bucked with every stroke and rub. Thighs twitching.
"Can I cum? Please?" Albedo asked, halfway bent over his table at this point.
(Name's) e/c eyes flew to Albedo's cheeks. Face painted red. "Do you promise to take a break from working?"
Albedo almost immediately started to rapidly nod. "Yes! Yes, I promise, I'll take a break!"
"Then, go ahed," (Name) murmured as the creamy liquid spat out, working as make-shift lube.
Albedo came a few seconds after his semen spurted out. He both hated and loved how well his body responded to (Name). He couldn't cum if he was master-baiting without some help from him, and he definitely couldn't cum until he got confirmation.
A struggled whimper came out as Albedo's hips twitched away from the hand still tugging on his used cock. (Name) pulled away before the overstimulation started to hurt him, wiping the stray cum on his jacket. He'll wash it later anyways.
"Thank you," Albedo chanted lowly, eyes permanently closed in pure bliss and after-pleasure.
(Name), however, loved how Albedo seemed to glow whenever he came. And he definitely liked how his body would only respond to his advances. "You're welcome, honey."
Slowly, (name) picked Albedo up and helped him get clean. After every orgasm, Albedo tended to be in a sub-space, dizzy and not understanding anything said to him.
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While (Name) was helping Albedo clean, Albedo sat on a chair loopily.
" Uh . . . what happened here?" A sudden shy voice called out.
(Name's) head snapped up to the source of the sound. It was sucrose, carrying a brown leather bag of whatever necessary.
A nervous chuckle came from (name), "I helped him relax."
It didn't take a genius to figure out what (Name) meant. Luckily, Sucrose was a sweetheart who wouldn't tell anyone or shoot them a nasty look. Well, maybe she did glance over (Name) with a horrified wide-eyed look.