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Bedtime Arguements- Summer 2016 Fillathon "Official" Entry 1
I'm keeping the first one I technically did as a practice run so in case I do this next year, I'll know not to do it too early.
Fill Prompt: "Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen Paw with the Critic. I think this should be remedied.
Seeing as Paw is (according to fandom) a lover of all things pertaining to pain and the Critic (also according to fandom) is a complete and utter bottom woobie, maybe have them arguing over who gets to bottom/be abused?"
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It wasn't like he didn't want to but he just couldn't make himself go to bed. He had a need and he had to get it fulfilled. It had been a while since he did this so it was about time he went out and found someone that was hopefully still awake.
There had to be someone that would want to screw him, right?
He carefully left his bedroom in the TGWTG Headquarters and walked around the hallways, seeing if anyone would be in the mood or needed a break from their work. He did see a few lights on from the door cracks but a peek inside showed they were occupied with other things. Linkara was reading and loudly groaning from a comic he had to review this coming week, Cinema Snob was too distracted watching a really corny movie from the 80s and writing down everything he snarked about it, and Doctor Insano was working on his latest experiment.
That last door had Paw increasing his pace from a walk to a more brisk sprint. As kinky as he was, he did not want to have electrodes near his privates if he could help it.
By the time he reached the fourth floor, he was ready to give up and turn back when a familiar figure bumped into him after exiting their room. "Ow!" Paw yelped as he was knocked back onto the floor. When he looked up, he saw his boss looking down at him.
"Oh shit. Sorry, didn't see you there," Critic grunted as he helped Paw back up.
"No worries man," Paw replied, seeing a familiar look on his face. "Can't sleep?" the scruffy music reviewer guessed.
"You got that right," Critic groaned. "This stupid movie I have to review this week is driving me nuts! I gotta take a break before I throw my laptop out the window!"
"I'm kinda having the same problem," Paw nodded in understanding. "I've got some work I want to...get away from for a while?"
Critic recognized the hinting tone in his voice before giving him a grin. "Why don't you come on in?" he offered, pulling Paw by the collar.
Paw blinked in surprise but accepted all the same. He hadn't slept with Critic before but there was a first time for everything. "Wow. Thanks man," he smiled.
"No problem," Critic replied as he sat Paw on his bed. "I'm gonna freshen up first so look around at anything you wanna...use if you catch my drift," he told him, placing a light kiss on his lips before sauntering into the bathroom.
When the door was shut and locked, Paw took this chance to check Critic's room out. He had never really been in it before so he was curious above all else. It looked like a typical room but he had a noticeable collection of stuffed animals in the corner. Paw ignored that as he went looking around for anything that could satisfy his needs. He grinned as he saw a thick leather belt on the top of the desk chair by his computer.
"Oh hell yeah," he whispered, excitement in his voice. Moving towards Critic's dresser, he rifled through a few of his shirts before he found a few sex toys and some very intense ribbed condoms. His masochistic side was definitely growing more excited with each discovery.
Critic soon returned from the bathroom, his body still wet from the shower. He was surprisingly done quickly in there; he probably wanted to get this started as much as Paw wanted to.
"I see you found some of my specialty equipment," he smirked.
"Y-Yeah," Paw blushed, putting the vibrator down. "You've got some interesting tastes..."
"I'm not as fucked up as Guy but hey, we've all got our kinks, right?" Critic grinned.
"Oh yeah," Paw replied, smiling lightly as Critic smushed his lips against his own. He might just sleep well tonight after a session like this.
When Critic moved away, he lightly purred in Paw's ear. "I know you want this so bad," the shorter man purred.
Paw nodded lightly as he could feel himself getting more excited. If Critic was this kinky, he might just have to consider making him a regular partner. To his surprise, Critic moved onto the bed and undid his robe. "Huh?" he blinked as he saw Critic laying on the bed.
"Well? Aren't you coming?" Critic asked.
"I...this isn't exactly what I had in mind..." Paw admitted.
"You wanted to fuck, right? I'm giving you full access man," Critic frowned. "Will you get over here? It's getting cold."
"I know that but I just thought...you'd be doing me," Paw told him.
Critic blinked in surprise before laughing lightly. "Oh! You haven't screwed me yet!" he realized as he lightly tapped his own head. "I am so sorry. I usually bottom whenever I fuck a guy," Critic explained.
"I do too," Paw told him as he crossed his arms. "I'm a masochist, man. Hasn't anyone told you?"
"Well it's news to me but I'm not gonna do that tonight," Critic retorted as he stood up. "I've been working on that stupid script for a week and I seriously need to let some steam off."
"So why not let me bottom so you can work all that stress off?" Paw reasoned. "You can even get really kinky with me! I swear, I'll like it!"
"Oh no bucko! You came in here so we're going by my rules," Critic told him. "I bottom and you fuck me!"
"Come on! That's so not fair!" Paw groaned. "Topping is too much work!"
"Tough toenails!" Critic snapped.
The two kept arguing like this for a while until it started into a full-blown shouting match between them. They didn't care how embarrassing it would be for them if everyone heard them. They were both stressed, cranky, and extremely horny; a combination that was not good for either older man.
When they were done screaming at each other, they were both panting heavily. It didn't take long for their anger to morph into lust as they began making out with each other. Critic moved his hands into Paw's dark hair while Paw cupped Critic's ass. "You're so fucking stubborn..." Critic sounded after breaking away from him.
"One of my best qualities," Paw smirked, grinning as Critic shoved him on the bed. "Teaching me a lesson?" Paw teased.
Critic stopped as he was about to grab the leather belt. "Nice try," Critic told him, smirking as Paw began pouting. "I'm not gonna fuck you. You're gonna fuck me or we're not doing this tonight. And I don't think you want to go all the way back to your room with a boner, do you?"
"Ass," Paw muttered his breath before looking up at his boss. "Come on. I'm already in the right position. I promise you can bottom next time we fuck, okay?" Paw reasoned.
Critic grumbled under his breath before looking him square in the eye. "I'm holding you to that. No weaseling out, got it?" Critic told him.
Paw nodded in understanding; going out of his comfort zone would be worth it for tonight's pleasure. "You've got it man," Paw grinned.
Critic nodded lightly as he grasped for his belt once more. If he was going to have to top, he was going to really make it count. "Ass in the air," he ordered.
Paw did as he was told, taking a deep breath as he prepared for the first strike. A brief swish of his pajama pants went down and then a loud crack against his rear caused him to moan in pleasure. Critic kept a good rhythm with each smack, leaving a very prominent mark on the skinny man's backside. Paw could feel himself filling up with each hit; if he wasn't careful, he might finish too early.
After a good session with the belt, Critic grabbed his special brand of condoms and a container of lube. "Oh if you think that was pain? You've never experienced these before," Critic told him.
Paw shivered lightly as Critic stuck a few of his fingers into him to get him ready. For someone that preferred to bottom, he was pretty good as a top. "Ah..." Paw groaned, gripping the sheets a bit. He could feel Critic's fingers pressing against his insides, stretching him out very easily.
When he felt like he was fully prepared, Critic began to lube up his condom covered member. He slowly started to enter inside of Paw, causing Paw to cry out. Critic wasn't kidding about those ribbed condoms; they were really intense in his ass. He'd grunt with each thrust Critic would do, feeling himself fill up even more. He couldn't imagine how doing it with Critic would feel this good.
Soon enough, Paw released on the bed and Critic pulled out, feeling himself fill up the condom. After getting the condom off and throwing it away, Critic collapsed next to Paw. "You're helping me with my laundry tomorrow..." Critic panted.
"Sure..." Paw nodded before grinning at his exhausted-looking boss. "So, feeling better then?" he smirked.
"Shaddup," Critic muttered, though his tone was more relaxed than before. "I gotta admit...it was pretty good being on top for once..." Critic told him.
"I told ya," Paw grinned before turning to him. "And next time, I promise I'll be on top when you're stressed out and need a good fuck," he added.
"Good," Critic nodded before kissing Paw on the lips, "topping is pretty nice but it's pretty exhausting too..."
Paw rolled his eyes before kissing Critic back. "Well, thanks man. I really needed this," Paw whispered as he started to drift off. Critic grunted in response, falling asleep in Paw's long arms.
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