Razor x Bennett - Exploring more with you.

Razor x Bennett 4/?

(Not my pic ^)

The rest of the evening, the two boys had been talking about where they were headed the next day. They agreed on meeting Razor's family, eat brunch there (which would most likely just be basic boar, but that's besides the point), and continue their adventure. They also agreed on them finding a new hideout since their current one was getting "Boring" as the both of them had discussed. 

Before falling asleep completely, Razor felt that heat in his groin and started to huff loudly. He groaned as he moaned for help, but Bennett refused. It was getting late and he was already beat.   

"Bennett! Argh!" He groaned as he huffed louder. 

After a little while of begging, he took the hint, and therefor searched for other ways to release this "pain". First he lead Bennett's hand to his groin and started. to rub himself against it, making Bennett quickly pull his hand away.

"No! Bad!" he said as he slowly well into a deep slumber. This had Razor worry even more. What was he going to do?! He looked at the bulge in his pants and slowly lead his hand all the way down to the brim. He opened the belt, stuck his hand all the way down, and pulled out his twitching dick. As the breeze hit the head he moaned, trying to catch his breath. God it felt good. better than anything he'd ever felt. The feeling of something touching the untouched. Just the thought of It make him bite his lower lip.

He started the stroke it lightly and as the pleasure got to him, he didn't hesitate to stroke it faster and faster. He groaned, yelling out gibberish words. This pleasure was almost too much to handle. His legs left the ground and his knee's folded, the free hand grabbing onto the moss. He leaned his head backwards, tears leaving filling his eyes. More...More...More! He needed more, pressure, more! He stroked faster and faster but it wasn't enough. At that point, he didn't realise how much noise he made, waking up Bennett.

Bennett who laid with his back to the moaning mess, Razor, felt his own erection form underneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut, quickly opening them again. He took in a deep breath, kept it like that, as he looked over his shoulder. 

Razor was crying, actually trying to keep in the noise. Not that it helped. The view made Bennett release the air, now frozen. Razor kept humping into his own hand, legs in the air, knee's folded, head leaned backwards, free hand tugging hard on the grass. Bennett was stunned. That was something he'd never seen before, but had an urge to keep on looking. 

Razor then turned his face to look straight at Bennett. Bennett flinched but turned all the way around, chest on the moss. The boys were now just staring deeply at each other. Not a word apart from the loud moaning. 

Bennett, still looking at Razor, raised his back and ass, laying with knees and face still planted to the moss. He then reached for his own dick, yanking it out his pants. He pulled his pants off, still laying in the same position, and started to jerk his own dick. He started off slow but slowly started to follow Razor's pace. 

Their eyes were still locked while they moaned louder than ever. This was all so new and felt so goddamn good.

Razor felt the same burning feeling from below, surge it's way up his dick. He knew what this meant so he cupped the head In his hand, and as the cum splurted into his hand, he whined. 
Right when all the slimy liquid had left his shaking body, he stood up, washed it off of his hands in the pond right next to them, and went back to look at Bennett. 

Bennett was in his own world. Right when Razor came, he closed his eyes shut, and started to stroke harder. This caused him to breathe heavier and gasp for air. He was barely getting any oxygen due to his position. Although it blurred his sight a bit, he didn't mind. He found it a rather turn on. 

As Razor was laying on his side, leanings weight on his elbow, he noticed Bennett's asshole twitch. He lead his hand to stroke the hole lightly, causing Bennett to whine loudly.

"Ah- Wha- Ngh! What are you doing?" He moaned. Razor but shrugged and kept on brushing his finger over his hole. 

"Ah! Wmah- Gah!!" He winced. The feeling of the cold, wet finger circling around his twitching hole, was enough to make that burning feeling from his balls below, search its way out. Razor removed his finger and enjoyed the sight.

The moss was now sticky and quite smelly making Bennett sigh. His lifted his head from the ground, dick dangling and asshole wet. Razor blushed and switched his gaze form his dick to the wall. Not bothering the cum, Razor fell into a deep slumber, making Bennett question him. After a long second he shrugged it off and fell to the ground, spooning Razor, as he fell asleep.

The first thing they did in the morning was wash their clothes and the moss and change into the one extra set of cloth they brought. 

As they were washing and scrubbing, they discussed everything but last night. They talked about Razor's family and how Bennett only had dads, and what they were going to eat at Razors den for brunch, and what could be in the treasure chest that one ruin guard they saw the other day, was guarding. Of course Bennett was the one to lead the conversation, but Razor evolved as to which he spoke louder and his sentences were formed rather perfectly. Although he stuttered a lot, and didn't know any fancy words, he managed to hold the conversation for hours. 

At nine they left, having packed everything, heading for Razor's family. Hopefully this would go well. Bennett hadn't seen much to Razor's family. He'd only met an elderly, no one else.

They left, hand in hand.

AU: There might be a few (a lot) of writing error's but meh, I'm extremely impatient.