Face (#3)

Dylan followed Ed on to the haunted mansion looking house- Albeit it looked old, he still had some working things, like water for example, or so he hoped because when he saw Edgar going towards the house, he could only follow, leaving the corpses behind as he focused on the back muscles that Edgar had- His head was hot, both lower and upper heads, because the strong muscles of his back, his nice looking large ass (Well, everything about him is large, and don't think he didn't notice that bulge on him, he almost fainted when he saw the sheer size of it)- "Wait, Eddie?" He was lost in thought for a second and he lost sight of Edgar, who was inside the house, so he shrugged his shoulders and followed him inside, only to realize he couldn't see him anymore.

He was gone.

"Oh fuck..." Dylan cursed, his eyes darting around- Oh, he saw a blur, maybe that's Eddie? He followed the blur that he saw, going deeper into the house, looking around he could see the rotting walls that had mold and moss on them- It looked really old, and he was alone, giving this a more horror atmosphere than he was comfortable with. "Eddie?" He asked when he saw someone going down the stairs to enter what he assumed to be the basement, he sighed, probably it's a fucking ghost, but he wouldn't die here. In the future, there will be probably worse things that he'll see, so why is he so afraid of a single little ghost? "Oh well." He walked down the stairs, into the basement, that was strangely enough, lit by candles here, which was enough for him to see the interior of the room, which was probably Edgar's room. He could see a bed, a table on the corner of the wall, and a bookshelf with some books as well as- "What's that?" he saw something under the bed, it was shining?

He pulled what was below the bed only to see a simple box, nan open box full of things, things he seemed to know. A thin stick, packages of candy, and some other little things- "Wait, is that me?" He whispered as he picked a photo, it was him, when he was only 17 years old, wearing a small tuxedo... He remembers this day, the day his aunt died and he was dragged to her funeral, he hated the bitch so he was not smiling to the picture- BUt how did this end up here? "There's more...?" There were many photos of him on the box, many things he sent, such as letters and even photos of himself, selfies that he printed and sent to Edgar, little things he forgot but Edgar stored like it was a beautiful treasure, meant to be his.

"Dylan?" A voice came from behind him, scaring him, making him raise to his feet too quickly, his vision blackened for a second as he felt his legs give in when he stepped on a weak plank of the floor, his feet sank in and he fell back- his first instinct was to grab something to hold, and the only thing he was able to grab was a cloth, which went down with him when he fell. "Ouch..." He mumble as he blinked, his eyes going to look at Edgar who was behind him, only to freeze.

The cloth he pulled just happened to be Edgar's underwear, which he tore, destroying the white underwear, making it unusable- But the huge thing dangling was what caught his attention first of course, the tanned color of the skin, the veins, the uncut foreskin that was also dangling there, and of course let's not forget the large testicles that moved with him... "Ah..." Dylan lost his ability to speak then and there, the smell hit him, it was a very musky and strong scent that made him dizzy for a second, he closed his eyes and tried to focus, but the image was deeply carved into his head. "I'm sorry Eddie!" He shouted, not once noticing that Edgar was not wearing his mask at all. His eyes still closed, he tried to get up, only to the floor where he was to give in further, making him feel a large and sharp pain on his feet, making him scream in pain.

"ARGH-" He shouted, only to gasp for air when his leg was pulled out of the hole by the strong hands of the now fully naked Edgar. Dylan of course did not open his eyes at all, not willing to embarrass himself further- That was when he felt a pair of hands holding his waist to get him up- Sadly (Or thankfully) those hands were too big, which then one finger ended up touching his boner, making him squeak in surprise- "Eek!" But his dick only throbbed when he felt the warm hand that held him on his waist, before his sides were touching a strong chest- He was being princess carried? He opened his eyes, only to see the ember-red eyes looking down at him, and an unmasked face.

Edgar's face had latino features, his face looked sharp, chin was sharp enough to cut through steel! his thick eyebrows that raised as he looked down at him in wonder, the smirk on his lips made him so much sexier than his body did, the small scar on the corner of his lips, the stubble beard on his face, the other scar on his left eyebrow, making a line on it. His nose was small for his face, but it was sharp as well, his face looked muscular somehow- Like he was a brute person, but the calm and gentle look on his ember-red eyes were enough to make Dylan completely and utterly astonished.

He just stood there, looking at him, without blinking once.

"I... I'm sorry for destroying your house, Eddie." Dylan whispered, but his heart was beating too fast for him to wait for an answer as he quickly added: "And for, you know, destroying your only underwear... You can use my pants- Oh, they're too small for you, i'm sorry again." His face was so fucking red that Dylan would be able to win a competition of [Who's the Redder!?] against a fucking tomato! "It's okay." The deep voice of Edgar so close to his ears made him shiver, his breath began to quicken as he closed his eyes, not daring to look at him right now due to the fact that he was lusting at him. "Dylan?" He asked once again, making Dylan shiver once again as he felt something touch his neck- "Hmm..." Of fuck, he groaned, of fuck, stop brain, no, we're not fucking! He just killed people, not that you care, but he's covered in blood- Oh, he's not covered in blood.

Even thought Dylan was focused on Edgar's dick, he could no longer smell blood on his body.

"Broke..." He felt something touch his feet, making him wince as he opened his eyes to stare at the bloodied feet, what the fuck? How did he break his feet so easily? He cried out in pain as he felt another stabbing pain on his feet, Edgar was touching it, examinating it, to make sure he wasn't bleeding more. "Sorry." He apologized when he saw Dylan wince in pain, but Dylan only shrugged his shoulders before his hand fell on his stomach as he felt tired all of a sudden. "Sleep?" It wasn't actually a question, more of an order disguised as a question, one that Dylan couldn't say no to when sleep hit him hard.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with the dark sky out of the window, the moon shining brightly through the glassless window, he shifted his arm only to feel another body close to his, which he only turned to look and saw Edgar- Eyes closed, sleeping peacefully close to him, Dylan's eyes wondered down and he saw that his feet was bandaged by him, but not only that, he also saw that Edgar was completely naked still.

And worse, he was hard.

If Dylan thought it was big, now eh thought this was a weapon of mass destruction (without the m, and more specifically, his) that was throbbing there. He didn't even notice, but his fingers were touching it, only when Edgar groaned did he realize he had his fingers on his dick! He quickly looked up to see the now awake Edgar, looking at him with a small smirk on his lips. "Hmm... Pervert." Dylan died then and there, shame and embarrassment burning deep in his soul, his eyes were on the verge of tears when Edgar pulled him closer, his hand was now fully holding him on his grasp- Which wasn't enough, to hold it he needed his two hands, wich he used when Edgar hummed at him and said: "It's okay. You can touch."

If this is a dream, he doesn't wanna wake up, never. This is heaven!

"I-" He tried saying something, only to feel the dick on his hands throb, scaring him slightly. The heat emanating from the large penis was enough to melt him, making him smile goofily as Edgar growled, only then did Dylan notice that he had tusks, on his lips, maybe it was due to the demonic blood, but he looked way hotter with them too. "Can i kiss you?" It was a sudden question that Dylan only noticed that he asked when his lips were being kissed roughly by the large lips of the man before him, who pushed him down on the bed, his larger frame on top of him made his dick throb in pain as he was kissed silly by the man. "Dy... Dy... I want to fuck you so bad..." Edgar's voice drove him to near orgasm, his eyes were full of tears and his lips were red as Edgar hummed and opened his eyes further, only to frown in realization.

He wasn't dreaming?

oh shit.

He quickly tried to get up, only to see Dylan looking at him with his half closed eyes in confusion- He couldn't leave him like this, so he grabbed him by the waist and sat down, he pulled Dylan's pants down and grabbed both their penises together and began to rub them together. Dylan practically melted on him, his touch was enough to drive him into submission, and that made Edgar really proud for some odd reason. But oh, the moan sent him, Dylan's tongue danced inside his mouth at his command, his bigger tongue pushing against his smaller mouth, kissing him so hard that he cummed first.

The white liquid covered his stomach and dick, making Edgar slightly mad that he cummed without his permission, but he could use this! He began to rub their dicks with ore force behind his strokes, making Dylan moan as his oversensitive dick was being played with, Edgar was absolutely loving this!

"So cute..." His eyes took a deeper shade of red as he took a love bite of his lips, making Dylan groan in pain and pleasure- "Fuck, i wanna break you so much..." But he wouldn't, his feet was still broken, and he would need to take care of him and be careful, he didn't want to hurt him you know.

With a hard rub, he pushed him down, cumming on his stomach with a crazed and hungry shout, his white liquids covering Dylan's weak, frail body, making him such a sexy mess that Edgar did not hesitate to clean him up... With his tongue. Licking his own cum was never so hot, he dreamed of doing this, and it finally came true!

He sucked hard on Dylan's pink lips, leaving behind a small bruise on them, marking him with his tusks that came from his demonic blood... He could feel his dick come back to life as his horns started growing on his head, he had to calm down, or else he woupd fuck him dead.

And he doesn't want that.

No, he wants to live with him, forever, fucking him daily.