Metalocalypse, Toki/Pickles, punish me
“Stops rubbings up against Skwisgaar!” Toki hissed at Pickles, eyes flashing possessively at the smaller man, who only grinned and went back over to 'help' Skwisgaar.
Toki growled low in his throat as Pickles reached out and positioned Skwisgaar's fingers on the strings of his guitar. Skwisgaar frowned; he didn't need advice from anyone, and he was probably as confused by Pickles' strange behaviour as Toki was.
Annoyed now, and on the verge of really losing his temper, Toki stormed over to Pickles, lifted him clean off the floor, and carried him off, throwing Skwisgaar a dark look which dared him to comment. Skwisgaar shrugged and looked away.
Pickles cried out in surprise as Toki pushed him roughly into a cupboard and followed him in, closing the door, enveloping the lovers in darkness.
“What's yous playings at?” Toki demanded in a moody whisper.
He gasped as Pickles suddenly latched onto him, his lips trailing the sensitive skin beneath Toki's ear. “Punish me,” he whispered.
Toki's eyebrows shot up and he let out a small laugh of relief. Pickles didn't want Skwisgaar. He just wanted to play a game with Toki. Well, games were something Toki was good at. He smirked into Pickles' dreads, and cupped the drummer's crotch. Pickles was already hard and he moaned as Toki unfastened his jeans.
Toki chuckled and nipped the hollow of Pickles' throat with his teeth. He was stroking the drummer's bare cock now, the jeans loose and falling down. Pickles moaned and grabbed at Toki's crotch, but with his free hand Toki caught Pickles' wrist and tutted into his ear.
“No,” he whispered, and continued stroking Pickles slowly. Pickles cried out.
“Toki,” he whined, “gahd, Toki, jest lemme...”
“No.” Toki stopped moving his hand and Pickles groaned loudly, writhing desperately, helpless.
“Ahlright, ah'm sahry, sahry, please...”
Toki's smirk widened and he started his stroking once more. Pickles fell quiet, silent save for his gasping breaths and tiny moans in Toki's ear. Pickles' breathing became quicker, his body more tense, and Toki knew that it must be soon, it was going to be any second now...
… and Toki stopped moving his hand
“Toki!” Pickles pleaded, and Toki could hear that he was on the verge of tears. Good.
“Ja?” Toki asked quietly.
“Toki, please...” Pickles wriggled weakly. Toki still held his wrist and Pickles simply didn't have the strength to fight the younger man. Toki waited until all of the fight had gone out of the drummer's body before he moved them both backwards, so that, hidden in the dark closet, Pickles was pressed against the wall, Toki's hand on his cock. Pickles moaned.
Toki unfastened his own jeans slowly, feigning calmness. Almost lazily, he licked his fingers and pushed them inside the drummer, who writhed on them, whimpering when Toki removed them.
“What's yous wantings?” Toki asked gently.
His response was given as a barely audible moan. “Fuck me.”
“Hmm.” Toki dropped the gentlest of kisses onto Pickles' earlobe. “I don'ts knows if I shoulds. Yous wanteds me to punish yous.”
He pushed inside Pickles', who gasped and shouted loudly, tearing at Toki's back through his t-shirt. Toki groaned in pleasure as he fucked the tiny drummer, a fine layer of sweat coating his face and arms.
Pickles came with a strangled cry of delight and relief against Toki's stomach. The feel of it sent Toki over the edge. Toki chuckled as Pickles slid to the floor.
“What yer laughin' at?” Pickles asked groggily.
Toki had pulled his jeans up and was holding something in his hands that Pickles couldn't make out in the darkness. “Readys for the reals punishment, Pickle?”
“What?” Pickles asked, vaguely panicky.
“I've gots your jeans!” And with that, Toki ran off, leaving a half-dressed, sticky drummer in the closet.