Vincent walks in on Fritz sucking on a purple popsicle you figure out what happens next 👌

Asked by anonymous

Warning- Smut

Pairing- Fritz X Vincent

It was a hot, late summer night, and the security rooms were definitely not air conditioned.
Vincent stared in a silent utter shock at the ginger sitting only a few feet away from him, slight sweat dropping from his forehead while watching from the corner of his eye as the chubby male next to him sucks on a dark purple Popsicle, his tongue licking the tip, down the underside and back to the tip, almost as if he knew how much it tortured the older male. The sucking noises he was making while practically deep throating the frozen treat was absolutely not helping either.

Vincent had to bite on his hand to keep him from letting out a low moan, feeling his pants get painfully tighter with every movement Fritz made on the treat. He watched as the freckled boy slowly pulled the Popsicle out from his mouth with a wet 'pop' sound, a trail of purple tinted saliva connecting the tip of it. He licked it off, doing a double take towards the purple man. "Hey Vince, are you alright over there?" The ginger asked his coworker, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his work uniform, not paying attention to the flavored ice melting and creating a trail down to his fingers. He quickly tilted his hand to an angle and licked the purple left over from his fingers, soon leading back up to the Popsicle as he licked up the melted parts before it fell onto his pants. Vincent growled to himself, forcing his pale eyes to look in a different direction as he shifted uncomfortably in the swivel chair. He was sitting in it backwards so that the backbone of it covers his tent. "Doing just fine, Smith...it's just, uh...hot in here..." He replied in a low, almost husky tone, trying to conceal his erection from the other man. Fritz look at him for a moment, then nodded. "Alrighty then Vince..." He sucked in the whole treat once more, nibbling on the sides a bit. Vincent let out a shaky breath, wanting so bad to finish himself off, but if he were to stand up, he would most likely fall over in pain. He knew how hard he was at this point, and he knew the risk of exposing himself.

He let his mind wonder for a while to hopefully ease the ache, thinking about how fantastic it would be to have Fritz suck him off. Having him practically swallow his cock like it was the Popsicle...He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice Fritz standing right in front of him until he heard him call out his name. "Vincent!" Fritz called out, snapping his fingers in Vincent's face, catching his attention. Vincent flinched at the snaps and looked up, glaring at the other. "What?" He replied, his tone being a bit harsher than he expected. He shifted his hands over his lap, hoping he couldn't notice. Fritz flinched a bit at the tone, and then glared back. "You seemed a million miles away! Jeez, I was just telling you that I need to go to the bathroom and wash my hands. They're all sticky from this," he held up the quickly melting Popsicle, some of the purple juice dripping onto the floor. "It's too hot in here even for this...I don't wanna finish it." He licked his lips from the sticky goo, waiting for Vincent reply.
Vincent stared at the drops of purple on the ground before slowly looking up at Fritz, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing intensely from the slight of the sticky juice dripping from his mouth and his fingers...
Vincent glared at him once again, his mind going blank and arousal taking its place. He grunted, pushing himself off from the chair and standing up, grabbing the wet icy treat from his hand, earning a loud "Hey, give it back!", but was cut off almost immediately by a sudden grab of his collar and the harsh pair of lips that attacked his own. Fritz made a loud surprised squeak sound, blushing and wide eyed as Vincent scrunched his eyes shut, licking at Fritz's lips and somehow gaining access to slip his tongue in the shocked males mouth. After about a minute, Vincent pulled away to breathe, both of the males gasping for air as a trail of saliva was broken from the heavy breathing. "Vin...Vincent..." He tried to say between his light panting, but his expression said it all. He was embarrassed, blushing heavily and wide eyed, not knowing how to react. Vincent glared at the shorter one, taking the sticky Popsicle and shoving it back into his mouth, getting a gag and a frustrated grunt. Fritz didn't move as Vincent held onto the sick, slowly pushing the wet sweet tasting wood into his mouth, the lasts bits of the treat slid down his throat.

"You think," Vincent started, "that you can just waltz right in here with a stupid half melted Popsicle, that is, need I remind you, fucking purple, and start fucking sucking on it like a little slut with me in the room while you do it?! You know fucking well I haven't had sex in a month. A fucking month, Fritz!" Fritz blinked, blushing even more while his eyes locked on Vincent's blank pale ones that seemed to be full of sexual frustration.

"I'm a horny, impatient, aggravated man and right now I need some relief or I'm going to kill something...Now...you either get on your knees and suck me off just like you did to this stupid Popsicle, or you walk out for maybe like, 5 minutes and let me finish myself off..." He let go of Fritz's collar along with the stick, watching as a million of thoughts rush through his mind. "Make your choice before I make it for you..." He added, moving back and plopping himself back into the swivel chair the correct way, slightly spreading his legs, the tent in his pants now obviously visible.

Fritz paused for a moment, staring at the wet, purple stained stick that he took out of his mouth, the ice was now all gone. Fritz bit his lip, fiddling with the wooden stick while he stared at the floor. Vincent let out a frustrated sigh and tapped his foot on the ground... "5 seconds. Make your choice. Sorry, but I'm an impatient man~" he rubbed down south with a slight shrug, gaining another cute embarrassed blush from Fritz while he gave a dark grin. The ginger bit his lip again, hesitantly walking towards to door while Vincent stared at him the entire time. Vincent sighed with relief. "Trust me, this won't take long to finish. Just go out and wash your hands or something and I'll—..." Vincent had trailed off as he watched Fritz throw the stick away in the trash by the door, watching with a surprised expression as Fritz did the total opposite of what he thought he was going to do. Fritz grinned, walking back over, standing in front of Vincent and knelt down, sitting on his knees while looking at him straight in the eye.

"Fritz wha...?" The ginger leaned forward so he was eye level with the bulge in Vincent's pants, trying to act confident. "You told me that I can either walk out or suck you off..." He slowly reached out and started unbuttoning Vincent's pants, causing the older male to blush. "So I hope you don't mind getting a little sticky..." Vincent just watched in awe as his pants were pulled down around his ankles, exposing his purple tinted boxers. Fritz grinned, lightly tapping his fingers on the hot, stiff bulge.
"To be completely honest, I may or may not have did the whole Popsicle thing on purpose...~" he stared hungrily at the bulge in his underwear, smirking. "I wanted to see how long you'd last. It was just an experiment, so you deserve a reward~" He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and licked his lips. Vincent waited for a moment, completely lost for words, until he smirked back, gently hooking a hand in his messy ginger locks and pushed him forward.

"Well? What are you waiting for, an invitation? Get to it." He growled dominantly, biting his lip as his body tensed. Fritz was practically drooling over the size of the bulge.

He has never really done this sort of thing, but it's not like he's never seen porn or anything, and he may also be experienced with all the yaoi mangas him and Jere read all the time for fun.

He started getting a little concerned, not knowing if he would be able to satisfy the older male. Vincent noticed it, and he gave him a reassuring tug.  "What? You nervous? You seemed to be doing a great job with that frozen flavored ice...I'm sure you'll do just fine with my length..." He gripped the ginger's hair tighter, not enough to hurt him, but enough to encourage him to get on with it already. Fritz gulped, grabbing the hem of his boxers and slid them down slowly, moving them down until they met with the pants.

Suddenly, Vincent's cock sprang to life, showing his fully erect member, throbbing with need as a bit of precum leaked from the tip. Fritz was surprised he hasn't exploded yet, from how hard he looked, it seemed like it hurt.
He hesitantly dragged his fingers down the shaft, seeing the older one shiver in anticipation. "Fuck...Fritz come on..." He pleaded, his hands kneading the gingered hair softly. Fritz licked his lips and leaned in; licking the trial he did with his fingers, but from the bottom to the top instead. As his tongue ran over his tip, He watch the purple haired male arch his back. "Hhnn~...just fucking do it already...please...!" Fritz smiled; his tongue teased the tip before taking it into his hot mouth, little by little. His sticky lips wrapped around the end of the tip, slowly looking up to see a reaction from it. Vincent was biting his lip, the grip on his hair tightened and loosened with each movement Fritz made. After getting comfortable, Fritz took in more, closing his eyes and listening to Vincent for a sign of how he's doing.

Vincent's breathing became erratic, his eyes refusing to open. "Fuck your mouth feels amazing...~" he groaned quietly, encouraging Fritz take more in. Fritz obliged, taking almost more than half of his cock into his mouth. Eventually, he managed to fit almost 3/4ths of it in with the help of Vincent's hand pulling him by the hair, the rest of the length he would pleasure using his sticky hands. "Ohh fuck Fritz...~" Vincent moaned, his eyes unclenching and going narrowed, slightly staring up at the ceiling. His mouth stayed slightly agape, letting out small noises like whines and gasps.

Fritz took a deep breath through his nose, starting to pull away with a wet slicking sound, only to push back forward to take as much as he could in, repeating these movements at a slow pace. Vincent thrusts his hips forward, taking control of Fritz's head for a second. "God damn...." He swore, rubbing his fingers through the gingers hair, lightly tugging on it every now and then. Fritz felt his own needs press up against the fabric of his jeans, making his pants seem tighter that they should be, but he decided to ignore it for now. He concentrated on pleasuring the older male before taking care of himself.

Both of his thumbs rubbed the thick base of his shaft, massaging it and its neighbors while he sucked on the tip. Vincent huffed out a pleasured moan, looking down to watch Fritz work his magic. "Fuck why didn't you tell me you're this good...you seem like you've done this a million times..." He complimented, watching as Fritz adjusted his glasses while he deep throated Vincent best he could. "Fuck! ~" he arched his back, his hands gripping at the gingers hair tighter.
"G-go faster, please..." He begged, jolting up as Fritz moaned while he began to reached down to touch himself through his pants, his lips vibrating and sending pleasurable waves down Vincent's shaft. Vincent let out a whine, helping the freckled male move in a more suitable rhythm.
"Fritz I— fuck~...I'm gonna cum soon..." He breathed while the ginger sped up, his hands getting what his mouth couldn't take. His hot tongue ran along the underside of his cock, coating it with his saliva. "God~" Vincent looked down at Fritz's eyes, watching him for something to get him over the edge, a final push.

Fritz had his eyes on Vincent's face, looking for a satisfied expression while he went as fast as he could, his hands groping his balls while the other moved with his mouth. That, and his head moved at a rhythmic pace, his mouth making wet, sloppy sounds as he bobbed his head. Vincent bit his lip, pushing Fritz into his cock to take in as much as possible, moaning loudly as he felt the tip of his erection hit the back of his throat. He cried out the ginger's name loudly, hearing the said ginger gag as he released his load with a loud breathy groan. He stared at the ceiling, releasing Fritz's head as he slid his mouth off his cock. Fritz had his eyes wide as he held a hand over his mouth, standing up and walked back over to the trash can. He spit the cum into the can and wiping his mouth from the left overs the older male left with his sleeve. He glanced back over to Vincent who was still recovering from his orgasm.

"H-Holy fuck Fritz..." Vincent breathed, slowly regaining himself and leaning towards the table, grabbing a spare napkin within reach and wiping the spit and cum from his now limp cock before slowly pulling up his pants. "That was fucking amazing..." He exclaimed, looking over to see the freckled male push his glasses up with a smile. "Glad you enjoyed it. Now seriously, I gotta wash this off," He held his hands up again, showing the purple stained fingers painted slightly with white spots. "You somehow made me even more stickier..." He glared playfully, earning a chuckle from the other.

Lmao idk how else to end that