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Working with Anton had to be one of the most excruciating experiences Wise had to go through. It's not that Anton himself was a horrible person, he was just— in the most respectful way possible— incredibly hot, and oh so incredibly stupid. It's unbearable .
Anton always had that dumb smile plastered on his face. He looks as if he didn't have a single neuron running behind those pretty eyes. For instance, during the commission with the Belobog Heavy Industry, Anton often ran headfirst into battle; wasting no time drilling his way through, and simply making easy work of all the grotesque ethereals with nothing more than his "bro"— that being the trusty drill attached to his arm. Despite the agent's flashy style which commanded attention in both his combat and appearance, Wise found himself observing the man too closely, unable to brush it off as mere intrigue. The proxy began to take notice of the way Anton's chest peeks through the deep cut of his V-neck shirt, how his biceps flexed each time he prepared to land a heavy hit, and of course, his shit-eating grin after defeating yet another enemy.
Wise just woke up from a nap on the sofa and made his way into the shop. And the first thing he sees is Anton’s sweaty back. In the shop, in all of his broad-shouldered glory. He wasn't wearing his usual work uniform today, figured, since it's the weekend anyway. Instead, he's sporting a more casual look.
“Anton, grab those CDs for me, please.” Belle was busy restocking the newest collection of horror CDs on the shelves. Anton obeyed without complaint, before noticing the newly awoken proxy.
“Hey, bro! Good morning.” Anton smiled at him. God forbid that dumbass smile, or so help me-
“Anton, what’re you doing here? You got another commission for me?” Wise yawned, he rubbed his eyes to get rid of any crusties formed, his voice was still a little groggy from his nap.
“No, no, I'm just here to thank you two! Since you've been such a big help with Belobog...” he chuckled and scratched his chin, his face feeling a little warm, staring at Wise's face for a second too long for anyone to notice, but Wise did.
‘He chuckled. Oh fuck, it sounded like a giggle. He looks so cute, and the fact that he’s just carrying that heavy box with one hand isn’t helping me in the slightest. Doesn't Anton's top look a little too tight in that outfit? Aren't those pants hugging his front a little too well?— hell, the back too.’
“—But I saw your sister working, so I volunteered to help.”
“He helped a lot! I might've even overworked him…” Belle didn’t have an ounce of regret in her voice.
“Hey! I hardly broke a sweat! I‘ve carried heavier things back in Belobog. I can handle it!” He exclaimed, flexing his arms in the process like he was proving a point. And for fuck’s sake it's working.
“Well… since you've helped me get through the majority of these, you can rest easy now, I'll deal with the rest myself.” Belle shot a knowing look at her brother and went back to her task at hand.
“You sure? Well,” Anton turned his attention to him. “You've got any plans, bro?”
Wise felt a little hot now that Anton's attention was fully on him. Wise checked his phone and surprisingly, he didn't have any new commissions scheduled, so the rest of his day was free. “Nope, schedules clear for the day.”
“Hey! Why not go out for some brunch? The three of us-”
“I'm good. You guys go along without me.” Belle quickly chimed in, not a bit interested in third wheeling.
“Aw, that's fine too! Let's make this a bro's day today, bro!” Anton swung his arm over the other boy's shoulder. Wise, clearly affected by the heavy weight, stood strong and sheepishly agreed. Is he wearing cologne?
They decided to go to a cute cafe near Sixth Street. A perfect place for bros to get lunch. While in line, the cashier at the register just can't seem to stop looking at Anton. They weren't even at the front yet, but Wise still caught them stealing glances every few seconds. Wise felt a little irritated, even if he knew damn well he shouldn't be. Who was he to get jealous anyway? They're not even together, they were just bro's.
“You good, man?” Anton raised an eyebrow, obviously concerned at Wise's slightly stern look. “You're gonna get wrinkles if you keep knitting your eyebrows like that together.” Anton smoothed his thumb over the middle of Wise's eyebrows. His eyes widened in realization at what he had just done and quickly retreated his hand. He coughed and mumbled an apology.
Even though he can't see his face, he can still see the bright red tinge on Anton's ears. He couldn't help but laugh softly despite Anton’s surprising move. He wasn't even aware that he was subconsciously making a face, but before he could say anything, they were already up next to order.
“Good afternoon, what will it be today?” the cashier greeted them.
Wise hums, already forgetting his one-sided beef with the innocent cashier, “I'll get a medium black coffee, and the club sandwich.”
The cashier hummed in response. “And for you, handsome?” The cashier pestered him.
‘Okay… a little unprofessional.’ Wise didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but something in the tone of the cashier's voice while they said that made his blood boil. They even fluttered their eyelashes at him. It can't just be his imagination right? But Anton remained oblivious and ordered his food anyway.
After that whole affair, they find themselves seated by a big window, with the sunlight rays hitting the side of their faces. “Hey… sorry… about the whole thing earlier… I didn't mean to get all weird.” Anton spoke up. Wise just smiled in amusement, “It's fine, you were just looking out for my… skin?” Anton can't help but chuckle. “I might not look like it, but I take my skin pretty seriously. I even have my own evening routine!” he looked so proud of himself.
“Even a skincare routine?” Wise was, to say, a little surprised by that fact. But it slowly started making sense to him, Anton's face was baby-smooth. Not a hint of a five o’clock shadow is present on his face. And it only made Anton more attractive than he already is— not that it would make Anton wouldn't be any less attractive anyway.
And that's where they start hitting it off. Topic after topic. From personal hygiene to work habits, to personal relations, they made it connect in one way or another. Talking to Anton came comfortably natural, and the golden rays of the sun hitting his face just made him even more charming.
Before they knew it, their food arrived, with… an additional coffee that they don't remember ordering aside from Wise’s. Naturally, they were both very confused, but Wise noticed the hurried handwriting on the back of the cardboard and the pieces just started fitting together.
‘Okay, so I wasn't going mad after all.’ Wise thought to himself. Would he be considered an asshole if he smudged it? It wouldn't hurt to just grab the cup and sneakily smudge it with his thumb right? It looks freshly written too, it would be a shame if he just– before he could even do so, Anton grabbed the cup and took a sip.
“It's a little too sweet for my liking.” Anton stuck his tongue out. He didn't even pay attention to the number written on it, too focused on the sugary taste in the back of his throat.
‘Wait– why am I so worried anyway? I don't care!’ He can't keep thinking like this. Like they had something going on.
“Hey, do you uh… want to watch a movie after this? A-as bros, of course!” Anton proposed.
“Yeah, I'd love to!” Wise grinned at the idea. It's not like Wise could refuse, especially since he had that annoyingly cute sparkle in his eyes. And thus, they carried on with their meal and went back to Random Play.
Going to Wise’s room immediately after getting brunch definitely looked suspicious— to Belle, at least. Though she greeted them when they came back, she didn’t fail to wiggle her eyebrows knowingly at Wise. Belle made herself a mental note to leave the shop after a few minutes, just to save herself the trauma of what was to come.
Anton went straight up the stairs before Wise, giving him an unsolicited view of how his pants hugged his ass a little too well. All of a sudden Wise found the stairs rails especially interesting at that moment.
Finally, inside Wise's room, he turned on his TV for Anton so he could choose the movie. Despite already eating, Wise felt that it was necessary to have at least something small to snack on while watching the movie, so he quickly prepared some microwavable popcorn and grabbed the last two sodas he had.
“What movie are you picking over there?” Wise asked as he started pouring the popcorn into a bowl. “I picked the new action movie that came out last week! You'll love it! The actors are really good too.” Anton was already sitting in his chair by the time Wise came back with their snacks, he threw a bottle of soda in his lap and then he pressed play.
Almost all of the popcorn was downed halfway through the movie, and Wise had already finished his bottle of soda, he would grab more but there were only two left when he grabbed them earlier. So that only leaves Anton's half-empty one. Plus Anton's too engrossed in the movie anyway to take a sip.
They're bros, right?
“Hey, Anton, are you gonna drink that?”
“Nah, you want it? Just grab it, man.” Anton never left his eyes on the screen, so Wise didn't have to be asked twice. At the same time, the movie started getting more interesting, and Wise found himself glued to the screen as well. So he just reached out to Anton's lap and grabbed the first firm thing he felt.
And he grabbed it. Hard.
“Oh fuck-” Anton flinched as the main character almost fell from a plane, that's an understandable reaction.
‘Is this bottle stuck or something?’ Wise tugged it again, and Anton winced. The main character just got his hand cut off! This is one brutal movie.
“Uhm, Wise…”
“Yeah, man?”
“What're you… doing?”
“Grabbing your soda? Why–” Wise turned his head to face him, and he looked down at the hand that was grabbing his… supposedly bottle of soda…
Wise had never retracted his hand faster in his life.
“I am- that… I didn't mean to-” Wise sputtered while waving his hands frantically. ‘Holy shit. The girth of it…’ Wise can feel his whole face heating up. He never expected this day to go from cute cafe brunches to copping a feel of Antons… “Bro”.
“Fuck, I'm so sorry… I can leave if you–”
“No! I can't– make you leave your room…”
An awkward silence falls between them. Save from the sound of explosions happening in the movie.
“I-I didn't hate it though...” Anton confessed while rubbing the back of his neck. Wise exhaled a breath he didn't know he held. Finally, he brought himself to look his way. “I had a lot of fun in that cafe… a-and I want to be able to do that again… with you! So it's your decision if I should-”
Anton was cut off by a kiss, and he didn't hesitate to kiss back. They didn't rush it, rather, they moved slowly together and took their time getting into a rhythm of just sucking and licking at each other's lips. To the point where they got more vocal, so they used that opportunity to explore deeper regions. Exploring each other's mouths with curious licks and sensual sucks.
Wise felt a hand pull him by the waist and settle him on the other's lap. His hands carded into Anton's hair, guiding him into a more frantic, yet sensual rhythm. He was getting harder by the minute and he sought out friction by grinding on the other. Anton didn't seem to mind and even found himself matching the others' pace to slot perfectly into each other.
Anton started taking off his shirt while Wise made quick work of unbuttoning his pants, finally revealing what he was working with, the outline of it at least in his briefs, and it didn't disappoint. He already had a good mental image of what it would look like after getting a feel, but the real thing is just on a whole different level. ‘Fuck… would that even fit?’ Wise hesitated, but Anton was already working on pulling down his pants. “Don't worry, we can take our time prepping you,” Anton reassured him. Wise eased himself, he would be lying though if he said wasn't a bit excited. Wise laid bare before Anton, save for his shirt, and he couldn't help but kiss him deeply once more. Their lips meet in the middle. Anton took the time to rearrange their position, with Wise's back meeting the cushions, and his head resting on the arm of the couch.
Wise broke the kiss after a minute or so to grab a bottle of lube underneath a couch cushion and gave it to Anton. He laid back down and spread his legs wide enough to expose himself. Anton poured lube all over his fingers and brought an index finger to his rim, the tip of his finger just barely kissing his hole, circling it. Wise felt the first finger breach in. He gasped sharply when he felt it move diligently, slow in and out movements, his eyes just watching Anton's hand work him open. He can feel the rough pad of it working its way inside of him. When he fully relaxed under the first finger, he felt another enter him, and it started scissoring him open. Noises he didn't know he was making, echoed throughout the room. His fingers moved faster than before, in and out, but it wasn't enough.
A third entered him this time, Wise could feel the stretch of it, stretching him more than those two previous fingers. “Fuck, Wise… You're doing so well.” Anton stopped his movements momentarily, just caressing the deep parts within him, how velvety smooth his walls felt.
“You're already leaking so much. You think you can cum from just my fingers?” Wise must've been writhing because Anton placed a hand on his lower stomach to stabilize him. This time Anton fucked him open with the intent to make him cum. “Haah- Ahn- Anton! Fu-uh-ck...” His hand was heavy on his navel, effectively holding him in place, despite his thighs threatening to close, he kept them open as best as he could. His fingers feel thick and rough, and they keep rubbing against nerves inside of him that make his legs tremble. Anton's fingers rubbed one particular spot inside that made him throw his head back against the couch, and curl his toes. “Uhn! Anton- there!” He grabbed onto Anton's wrist for support. Wise gasped loudly. Anton slowed down. “Here?” He rubbed that spot once again, eliciting a high mewl from Wise. Anton grinned, and he kept playing with it again and again, rubbing it in various directions, high-pitched moans pouring out of him until Wise couldn't hold back anymore and came all over his stomach. Anton's fingers kept messaging his walls, helping him ride his high. Not once did Anton touch his neglected cock, and he could see it leaking through the fabric of his underwear.
“Can you still go? We can stop if you're tired. It's okay." The way Anton reassured him with genuine concern made his stomach flutter, it was almost refreshing to his senses. “I'm still up for it.” Wise reached up to Anton, to kiss him deeply. Wise's hands started roaming his torso, to feel every inch of skin he presented him with. He was particularly enchanted by his chest, how it felt so soft yet firm in his touch.
They were interrupted by the sound of credit music in the background— which Wise quickly turned off. “Let's move this somewhere more comfortable first.” He giggled, voice laced with lust and hunger. “Yeah,” Anton whispered and kissed him before he made any move. His hands gripped his ass as he stood up and moved them to Wise's bed.
He set Wise down gently on the bed and settled himself between his legs once more. Wise reached down and tugged Anton's cock free from his underwear. The tip of it hitting his stomach once out. It's shiny with how much pre-cum he was leaking, and he wanted nothing more than to lap it all up. Instead, he wrapped a hand around the girth of it, eliciting a quiet moan from the latter. It twitched in his hand, almost pulsing, it looked painful, but Anton didn't rush him, if anything he looked content at whatever Wise gave him.
Using whatever strength he had left, he switched their positions, with Wise straddling his hips. Anton looked bewildered. “A-are you sure? In this position?” He was beet red, his hands staying close to his side. Absolutely refusing to touch him without his permission. “Don't act all shy with me, as if you didn't just fuck me with your fingers ten minutes ago.” Wise grabbed Anton's hands and placed them on his hips. “But this time, let me take the lead, okay?” Anton groaned, clearly enjoying the change of power. “Fuck… yes, please.” He was gripping his hips like his life depended on it. Wise knows it's gonna bruise tomorrow and boy is it doing things to him.
Lifting himself up, Wise used his hand to guide Anton's cock into his hole. Using his other hand, he placed it on Anton's chest to balance himself. “Are you ready?”
Anton whispered a small “Yes” at him. With a quick inhale, he lowered himself down on his length— it was a tight fit, the head of his cock already stretched him wider than what his fingers did earlier. What more could the rest of his length do to him? Already a few inches in, he could feel it tearing his ass in half. Anton wasn't having it easy either, with how tight Wise was clenching on his cock, how the velvety walls of his just felt so, so good. He was struggling not to come right there and now.
Wise lowered himself an inch more, a weak grunt escaping his mouth, he felt like his body was burning, both of his arms were struggling to keep him upright, and the muscles in his thighs kept trembling and giving in.
“Do you need help?” Anton's hands hypnotically massaged his hips and thighs. Wise whined, “Please,” the tip of Anton's cock already filled him to the brim, kissing the entrance of what felt like his stomach. He felt like he was at his wit's end.
“F-fuck… It's already in so deep.”
Anton held his hips firmly, “We can make it work! Relax your muscles for me.” and so he did. Wise breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling until his ass wasn't clenching as much on his dick. Anton pulled out halfway, and thrusted back in, a little forcibly, all the way down to the base. His thrust punched all of the air out of Wise, it made his eyes roll to the back of his head, and gasp loudly.
Finally, all the way in, Anton lets out a guttural moan. He looked down at the slight bulge on Wise's stomach, the sight of it made his cock twitch and leak, spilling out of Wise's hole.
Wise’s plans on dominating flew out of the window completely, his legs giving up beneath him, his nails marking up red trails on Anton's chest. “Uhn… Anton, ah- please… Please move.” Wise managed to whimper out, using whatever brain cells he had left to formulate that one sentence. So who was Anton to deny such a plea? He brought Wise down to rest on him, wrapping his arms tight around him and planting his feet flat on the bed. With whatever energy he’d been storing up, he used it to deliver one particularly hard thrust upward.
“Mhng-! Haah- shit… Anton!” Wise buried his face in the tallers chest, a poor attempt at muffling his moans. Anton's voice faltered, continuing a firm rhythm, pulling his dick out until only the tip remained and burying it deep with one harsh thrust. The careful and deep thrusts shake Wise's very core. Anton's cock forcibly pressed against what felt like an entrance to a womb deep within him that he didn't know he had. Despite that being biologically impossible, it doesn't neglect the fact that Anton is carving his shape into him. If he didn't have a womb, he might as well treat his stomach like one— especially if it feels this good. He's pinned down by his arms, and every time the head of his cock nudges and passes his prostate makes his voice go a pitch higher, he's completely at Anton's mercy.
Wise feels him go harder, faster , almost like a jackhammer. His arms tighten around his body as if his life depended on it, not like he's going to run away anyways— he's going to take everything Anton gives him, hell, he'll even say thank you. Anton pistons his hips with reckless abandon, and Wise starts feeling something churning in his lower stomach. “Uhn- Anton! I'm close… haah-!” Wise was closer than he realized, cumming just seconds after warning the other man. His cock twitched and went half placid.
All of a sudden he was flipped. Anton's hands made their way below Wise's knees and used his weight to keep him still. With his knees beside his head, the position made Anton's cock dig deeper than before, hitting spots inside him that he would never be able to reach by himself— and god is it addicting.
“Fuck… Wise, just a little more, alright?” With that, Anton thrusts his hips, fucking into Wise exactly like how you'd expect from an expert driller, deep and fast. Wise felt a tear roll down his cheek, overstimulated from the constant friction on his prostate, and the way Anton's stomach kept rubbing on his cock, sparking it back to life, and making him leak more than earlier.
Before he knows it, Wise's cock spurts a clear fluid all over their stomachs.
“Holy shit, did you just-” Anton was cut off by a loud moan from Wise, a particular thrust rubbing up against a spot inside of him. That seemed to be his last straw. Anton stilled his hips and came inside in thick spurts, filling him up. Anton pulled out after a moment or so and collapsed next to Wise. Breathing heavily, his muscles burned like he just had an intense workout. Wise was no different, he looked thoroughly fucked, but also satisfied.
And also kind of unconscious.
Wise woke up to the sound of snoring. He was still in bed, but the sheets felt new, and he was wearing clothes. Behind him, he felt something warm. Looking at the clock, it was already past midnight. Memories from a few hours ago were recalled in his mind, and Wise felt his face getting warmer.
‘Fuck, we really went all out.’ Wise would've never guessed his day off going this way, but who was he to complain? All he can think right now is about how this would affect his and Anton's relationship. Would they still be friends after all of that? Can they still be quote-unquote “bro’s”? As much as he enjoyed what had happened, he couldn't help but think that this would all just be some fling. He tried to get up, but he felt an arm encircle his waist.
“Hmm, where are you going?” Anton slurred. Wise wouldn't mind waking up to that voice every morning. “Just need to stretch my legs.” Anton hummed, his eyes fluttering open. “I didn't mean to wake you, sorry.” Anton hasn't let go of him yet.
“Wise.” The tone of his voice was different now. Wise tensed up. “What is it, man?” He can't get himself to look at him. “I… still want to go to brunch with you.”
“Yeah, we can still go out and get food anytime, bro.”
“But- not… as “bros” this time.” Anton mumbled.
“Oh…” Wise's heart wasn't racing, it was borderline pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. He could feel Anton's heartbeat too, going at the same rapid pace.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” Wise wasn't hoping, he wasn't. Anton didn't answer. He decided to turn his head around, to look him directly in the eyes, to get an answer out of him. When he did, he was met with a pair of lips, gently cushioning his own. Throughout the whole night, that kiss felt the most scandalous. “At least let me give you my answer first, dumbass.” Wise complained, but he kissed him again anyway.