#(unless its me and my friends in which case we sit there cackling and clapping over her like goblins BUT U GET IT LMAO)

[undefeatablesin]

Thinking about your hunter OCs makes me think about my hunter OC and how they might get on.

The problem is that Stella was always more lover than fighter, tends to be more of a nervous wreck than one would expect from a hunter, and I think she'd be secretly scared of Aloysha...

Hey there!! Thanks for popping in!! I always love to discuss Hunter OCs with people lmao ✨️

But I am not surprised poor Stella would be a little scared of Aloysha though; that's honestly a very reasonable reaction for anyone to have to her company 😂 She can be quite intimidating at face value, given her coarse attitude and the very real threat of her more bestial nature lurking under the surface. She was hounded out of Yharnam in part for that very reason, though the real catalyst for that much was her brother Rain selling out her and her private affairs to his superiors (probably Hradi tbh lmao.) Even Aloysha's employer-turned-hunting partner, Ruza, found her extremely off-putting at first. People generally either find her insufferable or unnerving (or both!) and understandably so, with Aloysha being the sort of creature that she is.

However, Aloysha is definitely not all bad. She's one of the better people you could hope to bump into in Yharnam, honestly! Despite her hard edges and bestial qualities, she's very much lucid and rational; she makes for a valuable (and powerful!) ally if you get on her good side. So your hunter wouldn't have too much to worry about if she ever did cross paths with Aloysha. Sure, she's blunt, curt and a little rude, but she's relatively level-headed, and generally open to rubbing shoulders with other hunters. Her worst qualities only tend to show themselves in full when she is provoked–so a genial hunter will be (mostly) treated genially in return.

Well, except for maybe being teased a bit, but that's just par for the course with this woman 😂

[astronomicalegotism]

Level Two: MadPat

Revenge Is Best Served Together (Book One)

Part 16

It was instantaneous, One second he was staring wide eyed at broken animatronic in front of him holding the baseball bat that had caused it (And after all the shit Scott had put him through being able to do that was the most therapeutic and yet mentally scarring thing Matt had ever done) and the next he was blinking rapidly from a harsh white light, a stark contrast from the dark and dusty place he'd been before. It was a simplistic room, there was nothing in it which was both reassuring and a cause for panic because, yes there wasn't any noticeable threats but Oh god where was the door-

He instantly realised that A: He wasn't holding that baseball bat anymore and B: He wasn't alone. He instantly tensed up at the sight of the other three in the room before relaxing as he recognised them. Where the hell was Nate though, Nate should be here too right?! Why wasn't he here?!

Matt swallowed harshly but made no move to alert the others to his presence. He'd already known that Mark and Jack where here thanks to Nate, but when Nate had said maybe others, there been a part of him that had been hoping that that had meant more than one person, if simply just because maybe their chances of getting out of here would be higher with more people.

"Ethan!!" Matt awkwardly stood by the side lines in shock as he watched Mark basically throw himself at the poor guy, engulfing him in a tight hug. This was definitely one of those times when the ability to just fade into the wall would be just wonderful. He took note of what they all looked like, after he got over the shock of seeing them that is.

Jack was trying to subtly hug himself, nails digging into his arms. He was looking at Mark with a strange expression on his face, like he wanted to run over and join in the hug but something was stopping him. But what?

Ethan was trembling, a fresh set of tears tracking down his face from red eyes that made it clear that this wasn't the first time he'd broken down. Matt knew the least about Ethan out of all of them in the room, he knew that he used to be Mark's editor and had his own channel, but that was probably about it. That was also semi the case with Jack as well, while they weren't acquaintances and got along fine, they weren't exactly close. The one he was the closest too was Mark and even then...

Mark was staring at Matt, his head facing was from Jack and over Ethan's shoulder. His eyes were narrowed, giving away nothing about what he was feeling. He'd made no effort other than that to acknowledge Matt's existence which was...strangely out of character for someone like Markiplier.

Wait

A sinking realisation struck Matt.

Oh god he was completely alone in this.

He didn't have the same close bond like the three gamers did. He was just Matpat, the theory guy to them. They-

"Mathew!" Matt let out a squawk as Jack suddenly spotted him and ran over, giving him a brief hug. Matt could tell just by those few seconds that Jack's heart was just about ready to burst out of his chest. "Oh thank god I'm so glad someone smart is here." Matt blinked repeatedly as Jack smirked teasingly at him, letting out a small nervous chuckle. Okay, Jack was obviously trying to joke around with him and forge a connection with him, so who was Matt to get in the way of that.

"Well you know me, I'm known for my unbelievable talent of escaping unexplainable night dimensions." Out of the corner of his vision he could still see Mark and Ethan, the older man not having taken his arm off Ethan despite them having stopped hugging a while ago. They were such close friends...

Jack coughed obnoxiously and brought Matt's attention back onto him. Matt's face flushed as he realised that he totally just zoned out on him.

"Sorry I Uh-" I What?! What Mathew, what are you going to say that's not going to make you look like a lunatic?! "I have no idea what's happening." Matt finished lamely, making Jack snort a little. Jack had opened his mouth, probably to say something in response but he was cut off by the sound of a slow clap. Everyone instantly drawing their attention to the new comer in shock.

Especially Matt.

His hair was a mess, Brown tufts of hair sticking up all over and mattered.  A old and rusted looking flamethrower rested causally over his shoulder, strikingly calm and yet dangerous eyes lazily scanning over all of them before finally resting on Matt himself.  A dark smirk made its one onto the previously bored burnt face. Horrified scars caused from flames scattered his entire body, grotesque and obviously not having been treated properly. There was an unspoken agreement between all four of them as they all promptly backed the fuck up, leaving a wide distance between them and-whatever that thing was.

"Ego," His mind supplied, "He's an ego...My ego. Just like how Nate had-has Natemare."

"Well well well Mathew Patrick, we finally meet." Matt could only stare in horror at what might as well be his own reflection. Matt had never been more simultaneously terrified and yet curious in his life. His overwhelming desire to find out as much as he possible could about all of this was almost enough to make him not be on the verge of a panic attack.

...

Almost.

"What the fuck Matpat you have a psycho twin?! Also wait holy shit Matpat's here!!" Ethan's eyes darted between the two, mouth hanging open. Matt registered Mark face palming distantly, his full attention on the person in front of him.

"Who are you?" Matt asked, wincing as his voice broke a little. Brilliant, absolutely amazing. Love my life.

"I go by many names,"

“Oh my god." Matt took a small step back as it finally clicked. The Musical. God he never regretted featuring in a fanmade fictional production based on an indie horror game more in his life,

"Mainly because I was never really deemed important enough to get an offical one that is." Almost red brown eyes drifted over to Mark for a few seconds before snapping back to Matt. "Antimatter, Madpat-

"Evil dirtbag with a chainsaw."

"Suck a dick Markiplier. I suppose Mad would be the most appropriate currently." Madpat, Madpat...Yeah he's definitely read that name before somewhere.

"What the point of all this, what's going on?" Wait, when had Mark put himself in front of all of them?

Madpat tilted his head in consideration, clicking his tongue repeatedly. Matt took that opportunity to glance back over at Jack and Ethan. Jack had clenched his fists, but what Matt found strange was how the Irish man had positioned himself to still be closer to Matt, away from Mark. Something had definitely happened between those two. Ethan, the poor thing, looked beyond confused. Clearly they were both in the same boat.

“Eh, technically not supposed to tell you but where's the fun in that? Nothing wrong with a good old healthy rebellion every once in a while." Mad shrugged carelessly, the flamethrower only back clanging a little. "Basically," Mad clicked his fingers and the room around them shifted to that of a throne room, Mad sitting where the king would with his feet slung over the side and a tacky crown now resting on his head. "You're now in my own little a hell, a dimension that I can control with ease and!" Mad clicked his finger once again and Matt found himself once again in the old pizzeria, although this time it was horribly distorted and glitching. There were tiny versions of all the animatronics dancing jerkily at Mad's feet, a horrible screeching and crackling noise coming from all of them. Ethan screamed while Jack let out a disturbed "Jesus Fucking Christ!!!" next to Matt.

"Unless your good old pal Natemare," Mad spit the name with disgust, "I actually have a plan here instead of just screwing around like a toddler in a sandbox." Mad rolled his eyes.

"Why are you doing all this?!" Ethan yelled, only to stumble back as Mad's piercing glare locked onto him for the first time. Mad clicked again and they were back in the white room.

"Oh well, that's simple." Mark growled lowly and stood in front of Ethan protectively as Mad strolled over to them, leaning right into his personal space. "It's because I hate you." A shiver ran down Matt's spine as Mad hissed, his voice filled with boiling hot emotion that Matt found a bit uncomfortable hearing being said with his voice. He didn't even know he was capable of that tone...

Mad laughed and booped Mark on the nose, laughter as the man swung out to punch him, on,y to come into contact with thin air as Mad clicked his fingers again and appeared at the back of the room. Mad looked at his hands for a few seconds before cackling.

"God I love you Warfstache, this is amazing." Matt's eyes widened, as did Mark's. Warfstache?! Wilford Warfstache?! Matt resisted the urge to groan.

He was in over his head.

"So what are you going to do with us?" Jack asked, voicing what they had all been thinking. Matt tensed up, holding his breath as he waited for the response. Please don't be that bad...

“Oh, just a series of tests." Tests? Matt perked up a little. Mad waved his hand dismissively. "I'm going to put you through a mixture of testing your knowledge and fears." Okay could be worse? "And by you of course I mean Matpat, And Matpat alone. The rest of you will simply be test subjects that he has to save." Spoke too soon, shit-

"WHAT?!!" Jack and Ethan screamed, drowning out Mark's mumbled of, "We're screwed." Matt felt like his legs were about to give way. He hid his head in shaky hands, muffling a quiet groan. This was too much, he couldn't do this. He just wanted to go home and snuggle with Stephanie and never leave the house ever again.

Mad clapped his hands together. "Whelp, enough wasting time let's-"

"Wait." Matt lifted up his head slightly and Mad paused. The Ego made a go on gesture and Matt gulped before continuing. "Nate. What...what happened to Nate?" Mad inhaled sharply, a reaction Matt had definitely not expected. There was a suffocating silence for a few seconds before,

"He's in a better place now. Level Two begin, good luck or whatever." And just as Mad clicked his finger to start the game, Matt's legs gave way underneath him and he lets out a pained sob.

I can't do this.

The library is silent aside from the mutterings of The Host and the tapping of Dr Ipliers feet as he looks through one of the Hosts old medical books. The Host himself has finally removed his hand from Nate's head and is now waiting with fingers crossed in the hopes that he has been successful. Nate's eyelids flutter against the warm blanket underneath him, strong sent of coffee gracing his senses as he is brought back to consciousness.

"The Host smiles in relief and asks if Dr Iplier could come over before then looking back at Nathan. Nathan Nfeels drained and weak and The Host reassures Him that it is only normal to experience such things after what he went through. Nathan's eyes fly open and he attempts to bolt upright only to collapse almost instantly back down on the couch. The Host realises his previous error and makes an effort to mend it, telling Nathan that he means them no harm."

Nate scrunched up his face as his sharp pounding headache slowly recedes, his vision focusing uneasily on the bloodied bandage wearing Markiplier clone in front of him that's narrating everything that's happening. What- what the fuck? What's-where is he what happened?! Nate tries once again to sit up, only to pathetically fall back down harshly. Nate grits his teeth in frustration before suddenly jolting back, eyes wide in fear as a hand reached out to him. The creepy bandage guy frown deeper and moves his hand back inside of his weird trench coat, narrating a quiet apology. Nate frowned a little himself, since when was he so jumpy?

"The Host suggests quietly that it most likely has to do with whatever is left of Natemare's fear magic, The Host is regretful when he says that he didn't manage to remove his affects completely. The Host Would also Like to suggest that maybe Nathan should stop attempting to move, on the off chance that he hurts himself." Nate reluctantly forced himself to relax. It's not like he had a choice. He bite his lip, trying to remember what had happened in the room with Natemare but it was all fogging and blurred, like someone was preventing him from seeing it.

"What-" Nate instantly started coughing harshly, to the point where it physically hurt him. Bandage guy furrowed his brows.

"The Host hesitates before informing Nate that he would be better off not trying to speak for a while. The...incident that happened with Natemare badly injured his vocal cords-" Nate's heart genuinely skipped a beat, "And The Host Thinks That Maybe Nathan shouldn't test it, lest he raises the likelyhood his voice being permanently damaged." Oh god.

"Oh, I see he's awake." Nate startled, letting out an involuntary yelp as another identical man walked over to them wearing a doctors outfit, his hands stained with almost black blood that made Nate squirm a little. But there was one main thing on his mind.

"Holy Fuck how many of there are you?" Nate croaked out hoarsely, his eyebrows raised despite the new onslaught of pain that sentence brought him. Fighting back the urge to start coughing again, Nate silently remarked just how The Host (?) managed to stare at him in disappointment without having visible eyes. The doctor frowns at him and tuts a little before,

"I'm sorry. You're dying." Nate doesn't even get time to panic about that before the Host groans.

"The Hosts asks Nathan to please ignore that, Dr Iplier says that to everyone, You're fine." The Host stands up, moving over to one of the many piles of books surrounding them and picks up a cup. "Here." Nate flinches a bit before accepting what was handed to him. The Host does something that's almost close enough to be a smile before turning to Dr Iplier.

Also by the way Dr Iplier? Like Markiplier? At least Natemare sounds kind of cool.

"The Host Would Like to impress his disbelief to that," Nate's eyes widen. Did he just- "Yes. The Host leaves Nathan to freak out a little as he turns to Dr Iplier, asking for update on Natemare's condition?" Well that caught Nate's attention. Dr Iplier shifted uncomfortably at the two people's attentions on him.

"Well, I've detected no changes but..." Dr Iplier sighs. "He's stable at least, affectingly dead though. He's minutes from fading, there's not much left of him for me to try revive Host, I'm sorry." The Host just shakes his head.

"No I-The Host will not let Darkiplier win. We will need all the help we can get and Natemare is a very powerful ally." Damn It why can't I remember barely anything that happened that would really make understanding this whole thing a lot easier!

"Well... I mean, We could always use Nate." Nate's eyes snapped over to Dr Iplier. He would of moved his head too but he didn't want to risk it. The Host was already shaking his head because Dr Iplier even started speaking.

"The Host refuses, Nathan just woke up and can barely sit up he-"

“Host we don't have much time here! From what I heard, Mad has already started his level and then after that it'll be Anti's turn, we can't afford to hesitate, Darkiplier is this close to taking away everything! Nate will be fine, I'm not suggesting draining Nate's energy, god knows if he even has any left." Nate wonders absentmindedly Dr Iplier remembers that he's still in the room or not.

"The Host understand what Dr Iplier is suggesting, but he worries about the possibility of being unable to separate them-"

“Host you know it's all we've got here-" Alright that's it.

“Uh hello? This ob-Obviously involves me so..."Nate grits his teeth and forces out the rest, tears threatening to form in his eyes and his throat basically screams at him to stop. "Why didn't you assholes tell me what's-" Nope shit, that's all I'm getting out. Nate starts coughing violently and Dr Iplier is at his side in an instant, grabbing his hand and stilling it. Nate didn't even realise he was shaking life a leaf until now.

"No talking." Nate nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face without his consent. "You want to know what we're talking about right?" Nate nods again, and he can't help but feel a little humiliated for no reason. He decides to take back whatever pride he has left and snatches his hand out of Dr Iplier's grip, although his instant regrets it as his hand starts shaking again. The doctor takes a deep breath before he starts to explain.

"Basically, Natemare is dying. By all rights he should be dead, in fact he was for a short amount of time before I anything to do with it." Nate raised his eyebrows. Well Shit. "But obviously, healing needs active participation on both parts and while I may have brought him back for now, I'm afraid that won't be enough for long. And Natemare is too drained to be able to bring himself back. He's essentially a lost cause and we might as well give up-" The Host kicks him, "Ow!! Let me finish!" Dr Iplier glares at him before continuing.

"These two are definitely close then, what with acting like an old married couple..." Nate thought, before his face turns bright red when he remembered the Host could hear him. Oops. The Host coughs awkwardly but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him.

"But, as I was saying, it is possible for Natemare to be able to heal and come back if he gains energy from his host or Uh, Creator I guess to ease confusion. But, Natemare is too far gone that simply coming into contact with you or being around you will have no affect."

"Which means?" Nate lets out a muffled protest as the Doctor covered his mouth.

"Nate." He warned, "I do have means to ensure that you stop further damaging your vocal cords, don't make me use them." Nate gulped and gave him a thumbs up, his heart racing. It takes everything in him to not lick the Doctors hand.

“The Host hates to interrupt but he would like to politely ask the Doctor to get the hell on with it." Dr Iplier scowls as Nate wheezes, only to cough again. Come on even laughing hurts?! Oh fuck me.

“To put it short, the only way for Natemare to gain enough energy is for him to...fuse with you. Possess you or however you want to put it, basically you two would have to become one, in fact doing that would actually help you be able to heal quicker as well." What like Steven Universe?

"Kind of like Steven Universe." The Host says, a ghost of a smile on his face that is quickly widened away by his normal frown. "The Host knows that it will work, it's happened before but..."

Nate makes a motion for him to go on, although he's a bit worried to hear what comes next.

"There is no way of knowing that once the two of you fuse, you'll be able to separate again afterwards."

"...Well Shit."

"NATE!"

[arinhanson-yousay]

Experiments

Hall Pass ch2- Thomas and Arin both suggest trying new things

"You mean like… A three-way?" Danny asked looking up at Thomas bashfully through his lashes. 

"No, not unless you maybe wanted to. I have to say it might take me more time to warm up to that idea, but that's not what I'm proposing to you." Thomas sat beside his husband and patted his back with a smile that painted sureness onto him. "It makes sense you'd have these feelings, you have no need to be ashamed of them. You did everything right, coming to talk to me instead of, you know, something more rash?" He shrugs and sighs, grappling with his own feelings and what he truly thought to be the best choice for his and Danny's marriage.

"Thank you, babe. Thank you for understanding, but you don't have to be SO understanding." Danny chuckles and sits with his elbow on his knees and head hung down as he took a deep breath. "You don't have to tell me to go have sex with my best friend cause I got some confusing feelings. It was probably just from being apart for so long and everything feels so… So strong…" his voice trails out as he thinks about his last recording session with Arin. He was so flirty and bubbly, it took everything in Danny not kiss him like he'd been asking. Not to mention the siren song of his warm and plush snuggles against his sturdy build. "Really strong."

Thomas could see how far off his lover's eyes were when he started to think of the other man, and though part of him was hurt, a strong part of him found it incredibly cute. He chuckled and he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I can see that, and it's exactly why you should give it a try. A hall pass! That's the word, right? You go out to the hall and meet your friend for hijinx! Or you get a quenching drink of water, who knows!? What's for sure is that you respected the rules and when you come back to class you'll be so much more prepared to focus and settle down." Thomas was pretty proud of himself for that one. He could picture his side's high fiving over the success of this joint collab metaphor. 

"Thomas, what if I get in too deep? What if I can't just sleep these off? I could hurt all three of us! I can't risk that." He shook his head and stood up, looking down at Thomas who still sat on the bed, frowning up at him. "I sat beside Arin for like six years and it's been fine. It will be fine again!"

"You're afraid you'll get lost out the hallway, huh?"

"Yeah, you could put it that way."

"Is that scarier than sitting in here with me, bouncing your leg, watching the clock, dreading how slow time seems to pass?" Thomas stood to lay a hand on Danny's back when he turned away from him.

"That's not what it's like, I promise that's not what being with you is like.' Danny sighed with his arms crossed and head hung. "But I get it. I get it and I'll… I'll try it." Danny sighs as Thomas claps softly and lets out a soft sound of celebrating.

"Yaaay! You'll see Danny, this is a normal and healthy human behavior… in some cases! Not everyone is monogamous, you just have a polyamorous heart and we'll figure it out together." 

"Holy shit Thomas, who did I blow in my last life to deserve someone like you?" They both laughed even as Danny tried to take it back for being too crude while Thomas was being so sweet. "Wait so, polly… what do you mean by it? I think I heard that before."

~~~~~~~~~~

Arin watched Danny as he crawled into his bed with him. In his pajama pants and vintage rock and roll t-shirt, he was in his prime. They have napped together before, but out of pure exhaustion. When Danny used to sleep over his house it was always on the couch or a guest room. That's just the way it was. Back then when Arin offered him a spot next to him in bed he would always giggle and hug him goodnight, but now he was sitting across from him with the intent of deliberate snuggles. It made Arin's heart race and that was just the tip of the iceberg of their plans. 

"I gotta say Arin, I've been on dates where I kinda know we're gonna get nasty at the end of the night, but this is straight silly in concept. I like it in execution though. I got to look forward to it all day." He says smiling at him with a sweetly tilted head. His legs were crisscrossed and his hands perch on his ankles and he rocked a bit. Damn, he was just the cutest. 

"I just thought, ya know, why beat around the bush? Let's find out what we like, together. No semantics. N-no coyness. Just communication and- and-!"

"Experimentation," Danny said far more sexually than anyone had business to. He bit his lip and all as he ran his hand over, but not through, his hair. 

"Ew, what the fuck man?" Arin laughed and tossed a pillow at him. 

"Is there any more weirdly sexy word than… experimentation?" He asked in a moan after getting up onto his knees, straddling nothing and feeling on his chest over his shirt. 

"Stop it! Oh my god!" Arin was cackling, but also appreciating how Danny posed. "This is, and I hate to admit it after what you just did, a good place to start." 

"Here?" Danny said laying both his hands over his chest, right on the nips. "Yes, a very good place to start." 

"No! I mean like… this." Arin takes both of Danny's hands and puts them more into his hair. "You look like a rockstar and its really hot." Arin admits with his cheeks pinkening but he wasn't about to be bashful with Danny. "I don't know how to explain it…" 

"Is it like a fantasy?"

"Maybe? Go on."

"Oh, uh- Like you like the idea of being a groupie or something? I get off stage and you're waiting backstage, we fuck like bunnies after my set?" Danny explained look Arin right in the eyes at first looking off and chuckling a bit. "I kinda feel like if I was into that it be super douchey, so like maybe-"

"No, it doesn't! Dude these are sexual fantasies! Have fun! Be a rock star that slays pussy every night!" Arin was avid about this while Danny was cracking up and losing his breath laughing as he went on. "Fucking imagine eveyone creaming their pants for you and picking out your favorites from the crowd to suck your dick backstage later if you want! Except it's me and I'm willing to do way more than suck you off and you don't even have to be worried about knocking me up." Danny was still laughing at how Arin worded it all be he nodded to try and show it resonated with him. 

"Okay okay, yeah! Does that sound good to you? We could try roleplay sometime?" He asked wiping a tear from his eye followed by a deep breath. 

"Yes!"

"Awesome, Daddy is into it!"

There was a long silence after that in which they both looked at each other from opposite sides of the elephant in the room. Arin thought it through if he really had it in him to be submissive and call Danny something so memed while they were trying to nut. Danny tried to figure out if each time he called himself Daddy had made Arin turned on or that he could handle seeing his partner in such an innocent state and find it sexy. 

"Okay so hear me out." Arin is the first to speak.

"Fuck!"

"No wait! I absolutely am not into the Daddy kink!"

"Thank God me neither!"

"However!"

"Oh gee."

"You calling yourself Daddy… it's not absolutely awful?" They both curiously tilted their heads and hummed quizzically at the thought. "I think it's the confidence, not the word itself."

"Noted. You're a bottom."

"That doesn't mean I'm a bottom!"

"Dude it's fine, I'm a top." Danny smirked at him and moved a bit closer. "Nothing wrong with being a bottom. Daddy always needs a baby girl, right?" He said teasing and even snickered at the end but Arin was crimson. "Wait…" 

"We're moving on!"

There was a lot of back and forth conversation, sharing little ideas of almost forgotten fantasies from over the years. Some more times devolving into jokes or even telling stories of past partners. Slowly they started to realize they were not doing what they set out to. Haven't they had these conversations before? Maybe they knew a few more things in a new light, but they kept storing things for the future without trying any now like they planned to. We're they… stalling?

Why would they do something like that? They both wondered it even as they continued to talk, even as they continued to put off getting closer, being more intimate. Arin realized it right before Danny started to, and the conversation slowly halted. Kissing was one thing. You can do it as a joke, or drunk by mistake, it was even easy to kiss someone platonically, but what came next was harder to come back from. 

"Why aren't I kissing you?" Danny asked scoffing at himself. "I'm just sitting here talking about maybe what I might do, or did, when I could be kissing you." Arin's heart skipped just hearing his words, so when Danny came closer he was almost scared by it! He back up out of some primal fear before settling down again and letting him climb halfway over his lap and pull him into a kiss with a hand on either side of his neck and head. He keeps their lips locked until he's worked Arin up enough to get his tongue past his lips. After a moment, he hears a moan and that's when he pulls back with a smile. "See? You like frenching. I didn't even have to ask." He speaks so soft and sounds so far off, Arin is thrilled at the idea he could make Danny so dazed just with some kissing. He tries to tune into Danny and find something out himself, but he's thrown off when he feels Danny hard against his leg. It's all he could think about, it consumed everything! He forgot for a moment he needed to actively kiss back for making out to work! "Uh, Arin?" He's pulled back and looking down at him a little troubled. "Did I do a bad?"

"Uh-uh" He was stunned for a moment longer, just looking up at his eyes. "I just-! I can-! I feel you, and I just lost my mind for a second!" He tried to explain and glanced down for a moment but looked back up to Danny's eyes nervous that might have been weird. "I just, I turned you on, and I'm really happy about that." He admitted then rolled his eyes at himself. 'We're making out and talking about what we want to do to each other, of course you're turned on, I just- fuck! I don't mean to sound so insecure."

"Arin, you don't have to be worried with me. Okay? I'm your not so grump, get it? It's still me, so you're safe as you ever been." Danny tried to reassure him. He was so sweet and so in tune with Arin, it kinda made him feel worse for a moment that he doubted him and that he didn't find out something Danny liked yet without having to ask. "I'm going to guess that you like grinding though." He said with his voice dipping into its honey smooth tone as he moved his hips a bit more against Arin's thigh, biting his lip and keeping a moan in check. He took advantage of his pose and run his hands up into his hair like Arin showed him earlier. That rockstar look he talked about. 

Worked like a charm because the next second Arin had his hands on his body and lips on his neck. He happily tilted his head to let him have full access, sighing deeply as he felt his teeth start to test the water with nibbles. "You like hickies." Arin said with lips still brushing the other's neck as he spoke to go right back to it when he was done. He gave him the perfect open canvas to make on and he felt his body shiver when he started to work on a spot. Maybe he was good at this, too.

"Fuck~ I do but is it- mhf!~ is it worth it when I could be k-kissing you?" He purred gripped at Arin's shoulder so he could position himself in a place they both could enjoy the grinding, center of Arin's lap. Arin accidentally bit a little harder than intended when he felt Danny's member against his, even though their pjs. "FUCK! Ariiiin~" Danny whined and pulled back enough to look at him, pulling his chin up so he'd look at him and get out of his daze a bit. "You're so sensitive."

"Its because it's you."

"Shut up, it's probably just been a while." Danny chuckled.

"It's not like I don't ja-ack off all the time! It's you. You're the variable."

"Awe, bitch!"

After an immeasurably short yet long stretch of time and a good hickey on Danny's neck later they found themselves breaking apart, caught in the same nervous sand trap as before. Right here was not satisfying, but was better than being in the drink. Sure! You want to get in the hole, but you have to look out for the alligator that will eat your balls! … This metaphor has really derailed. Sitting side by side they started to catch their breaths. Arin could feel his legs were starting to shake, and Danny could feel the tension in his gut. 

"We can keep going." Danny offers first, reaching his hand over and putting it on Arin's inner thigh like the night he first kissed him. He gave a light squeeze and Arin softly gasped as his toes curled for a second. 

"I don't think I'm ready." He shakes his head and sighs, wishing for himself he was, but not feeling the need to say sorry, not with Danny. 

"I'll let you lead. Whatever you want or don't, balls in your court." Arin couldn't help but snicker.

"Is that subliminally you trying to get me to snack on your balls?" He asks as he moves closer but stays side by side. Danny only takes this as a chance to better kneed at Arin's thigh. Run his fingers up and down, grab at it. He was a thigh man.

"Only if you want to, baby girl." He teased, feeling the moment of tension jolt through Arin at the way he spoke to him. 

"Shut the fuck up dude. Oh my god!" Arin chuckled in reply before kissing him and wrapping his arm around Danny enough to lay his hand on his chest from the other side, feeling him up vaguely for a second before boldly just going for his nipple, massaging over it, pinching it, whatever got the best little mewls and twitches out of Danny.

"Crist! Arin! I need to cum dude you can't torture me like this!" He whimpered, having to pull out of the kiss, though Arin was persistent on his jawline as he waited for him to finish talking. 

"You got two hands, don't you?" He hinted before kissing him again, and Danny made an excited sound between their mouths when he realised what his plan was. This kissing was getting messy and unrhythmic as they both got closer, and when they both stroked themselves into bliss they could only push forehead to forehead and moan and melt together, falling back to lay on the bed.

"I think you were right." Danny panted as he pulled his hand up to observe the damage. "I think… you're the… the variable."

"Yeah? Why?" He asked with a grin through his groggy afterglow. 

"Cause I just fucked my own hand like a cheap whore and it was so fucking good!" He groaned, shaking with an aftershock. "But cranking it alone is never that good, yet arguably the same motions." Neither of them could help but laugh before they kissed again then cleaned up a bit. Arin just went for a whole new pajama set thanks to all the sweat that he was left with afterward.

As they got under the covers to settle in he went to hold only Danny but his arms were pushed away. "Uh-uh! Not today fucker!" Danny sounded so unnecessarily aggressive as he pushed Arin onto his other side then wrapped his arms around him, holding him as best he could to his chest. "That's right baby, you're little spooning it!"

"Why?" He asked through giggles, though he was already holding Danny's hand to his chest and backing up to him. 

"Big boys like us don't get a lot of chances to little spoon it. And you deserve it, and I want you to feel safe and secure, and if you get hot I won't at all be upset if you push me off 'cause I understand." He said and leaned his head into the back of Arin's neck. Arin didn't need to be told twice. He loved this and had no desire to fight it. 

"Fuck, I should have like licked cum off of…. Of one of our hands. That's like a hot thing, right? Like if I cleaned your fingers off?" Arin asks with a yawn in the middle of his words as the sleepiness set in. 

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of chances to try Daddies cum, baby girl." Danny replied trying poorly to stifle a fit of laughter.

"Not if I kill you with my bare hands!" Neither of them could really fight it off though, stuck making each other cackle back and forth, feeling the infections laughter shake each other's bodies. Smiling wasn't the reason Arin expected his jaw to be sore that night, but it honestly way better.