𝐦𝐜𝐲𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 !

🔞 cardinal | wilbur x schlatt

𝘵𝘸: 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯,, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 (𝘦𝘩𝘦)

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 <3

𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺!

wilbur would never consider himself a religious man. the idea of dedicating your entire life to an unproven entity, to get down on your knees and 𝘣𝘦𝘨 for forgiveness from some deity seemed idealistic; preposterous in nature. commiting yourself to something blindly felt impossible. simply not for him.

but as he watched the boy in front of him writhe and moan, the idea of worship seemed enticing beyond belief.

he's trussed up like a gift, red rope carving delicious red lines into the skin of his arms and silk blindfold covering his doey eyes. a tantalising gift that wilbur is going to take his sweet time opening, unravelling the brunette slowly, piece by piece. he's going to make schlatt feel 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, treat him with latria, place him on the highest pedestal like he deserves. he is going to revere the body in front of him.

but first, unfortunately for poor schlatt, he was going to have some fun.

"mn... fuck wilbur... you there?" the shorter boy groaned at the lack of stimulation. a thin sheen of sweat covered his aching body and his hair lay plastered against his forehead as he bucked his hips desperately into the air, begging for something to soothe his burning arousal. he looked so fucking perfect that wilbur couldn't help but admire him for a little longer, causing schlatt to whine in frustration.

"please! oh please wilbur you fucking... i need, god i need it so bad i-"

"shh darling, it's okay. i'm here." wilbur murmured as he leaned down and planted a garden of kisses down the side of the other boy's jaw and trailed them down his throat, chuckling as he felt schlatt jump slightly at the sudden contact. "tell me what you want, sweetheart."

"i- fuck wilbur i-" all schlatt could do was stammer as wilbur ran his fingers down schlatt's body to rest in the fluffy hair at the base of his pelvis, tangling his fingers in the strands. schlatt could practically hear the smirk on wilbur's face as he brought schlatt closer and closer to the edge. he was enjoying this.

"c'mon love, use your words." wilbur said mockingly, tracing circles down in-between schlatt's trembling legs, coming to rest on his inner thigh as his other hand traced the brunette's lips teasingly. schlatt was a mess, whimpering incoherently and crying out for wilbur to do something, anything to give him some sort of release. his dick was lying heavy against his abdomen and smeared hot, sticky precum on his belly as wilbur touched everything but it.

"you... b-bastard!" schlatt managed to scream as wilbur wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked its head with his thumb, giving him the fleeting hope of climax before letting go and continuing his ministrations around schlatt's thighs. "wilbur i can't do this, i can't i'm gonna cum wilbur i'm gonna-!"

and just like that, wilbur takes his hands away and sits back on his knees next to the other boy's side. and schlatt looses the plot.

he's probably crying, but it's hard to tell as it mingles with the sweat dripping down his forehead. he can feel his cock go flaccid again, right as he was on the brink of pleasure and it makes him want to break but he just can't give wilbur the satisfaction of knowing he's won. stubborn until the end.

it's so demeaning, the way he's spread out in front of wilbur, made up all pretty for him. the fact that he's stark naked as opposed to his fully clothed boyfriend, only added to the humiliation. his world is nothing but darkness, nothing but tortured pleasure and he hates that he loves the way his body aches. he's on the brink of madness and he adores it so.

then, slowly, inexplicably slowly the blindfold is slipped off his eyes. he sees light, he sees their ceiling and he sees 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳, who is smiling as he strokes schlatt's forehead gently.

"you did so good. so good for me. i'm very proud, darling." wilbur says as he presses a soft kiss to his head and unties the rope carefully. "do you want to come now? you have been such a good boy after all."

and all schlatt can do is mewl in answer, looking up at the older boy pleadingly.

"okay then, sweetheart, i'm going to make you feel so good. i'm going to adore you."

and boy does wilbur make good on his promise as he shifts himself inbetween schlatt's legs and dips his head down, doing something so wonderful to the younger's cock with his mouth that schlatt can't help but fall apart all over again. he's unravelling in wilbur's careful hands.

while he works, wilbur gently guides schlatt's hands to his glossy curls, inviting the american to twist and pull to his pleasure. and wilbur nearly starts to drool on schlatt's cock because of how good it feels, deft yet shaky fingers tugging the strands softly.

he can tell schlatt's on the brink, the younger is practically howling and wilbur can hear him panting heavily; breaths laboured. so despite schlatt's protests as he tries to keep wilbur in his position, wilbur slips his lips of schlatt's dick and attaches them to the younger's neck, replacing them with his hand. skilled fingers working him undone, schlatt can do nothing but pray that wilbur isn't edging him again, luring him into false hope.

"good boy." wilbur praises, and that's all it takes to send schlatt spiralling into oblivion, hands clenching and unclenching desperately into the sheets as he comes, screaming wilbur's name shamelessly.

and then, all too soon, it's over. he's aware of wilbur cleaning him off gently with an old shirt, stroking his forehead. the amount of adoration in the brit's eyes is surprising, but not unwelcome and as schlatt curls neck to rest on wilbur's chest, he can safely say he looks at his lover in the same way.

"you didn't get to-" he begins to lament, but is quickly cut off with a swift kiss from the older.

"hush, darling. we'll solve that tomorrow, hm?"

the bastard successfully turns schlatt's face beet red again, but he's too infatuated to pay it any heed.

"i love you." he blurts out.

wilbur smiles.

"as you should. now go to sleep, love."

what an asshole. such a pity schlatt is too in love to care.