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The sexual tension in the air was palpable as Rumble and Kled made out with each other, their rough hands exploring the other's massive physique; it's almost as if the clothes they wore didn't exist. They manhandled each other with fiery passion to the point where their rigid manhoods couldn't move in their fabric prisons and threatened to tear through the material entirely.

Still, they persisted. The yordle beefcakes had embraced each other in Rumble's bachelor pad, though their lovemaking had naturally taken them to the bedroom where a double-wide king-sized bed awaited them. It was king-sized for a yordle, at least.

Kled moaned hard into the kiss, his breathing staccato with fervent desire. "Fuck, I missed this."

"It's only been a month, dude." Rumble wheezed, easing out of the kiss. "And I know that you see more yordles than just me."

"Ah, that's just ta tide me over 'til ya ain't busy, stud." Kled squeezed the blue-furred yordle's prodigious pectoral through his plaid button-down shirt. "Ain't no one else out there who can stretch me out like you can."

Rumble had to laugh. "I know for a fact that there's guys with thicker cocks, and longer ones as well. I'm not all that special in that regard."

"Yeah, but they ain't fit me like ya do." Kled let out a lascivious gasp as he felt his plump basket fondled through his strained pants. "Yers fits me perfect. It's like ya was made fer me."

"I dunno if I'd go that far, but you do feel good around my cock." Rumble squeezed the Noxian's flared lats, the dense muscles not relenting to his grasp. "You could just use toys, you know."

"Toys ain't gonna leave me wanting more like this thing does." Kled grabbed a hold of the monster hog uncomfortably slithering down the other yordle's pant leg, eliciting a gasp from the mechanic. "Heh, it's like ya tied a salami ta yer thigh, only this meat would be too big fer a deli."

Rumble scoffed, though a rosy blush spread right across his cheeks. "Eh, I wouldn't say that." He rubbed the back of his wide neck, unintentionally feeling how his traps rose to the base of his pointed ears. "I'm fairly average."

"Average fer men built like bulls and hung like horses, maybe." Kled mischievously chortled, his own densely packed chest bouncing with every laugh. "I bet yer even bigger than what them humans is."

Rumble was lost for words. "Oh man, I wouldn't even know. I was much smaller than I am now when I actually last checked my measurements."

"And I bet ya'd give them fleshy meatbags a run fer their money." Kled gripped on tightly to the mohawked yordle's compacted arm, which flexed as an uncontrollable reaction. He could feel the raw strength surge through the limb as it tensed to twice its size.

The act caused Rumble to nervously chuckle as he had missed the way that only the white-furred yordle worshiped his body. "D-Did you get the package I sent you?"

Kled cupped his chin as he tried to remember what the gift could've been. "Uh, yeah I think so. Set of steel anal toys, right?" His grin grew impish once more. "They ain't last a week after I opened the box up. Crushed 'em all with my ass."

"O-Oh." Rumble gasped, though it got echoed with a moan as a dollop of pre oozed forth from his cocktip and drooled down his chiseled calf. "I see."

"Yeah, they didn't cut it. None of them could sate my hunger." Kled wryly smirked; it looked like his words were affecting his lover just as he intended. "Heh, I'm feeling mighty needy tonight, in fact, and I ain't in the mood fer any of the fake shit. Nothing can touch the real thing." He reached forth and firmly clutched the mechanic's schlong, feeling it writhe inside the constricting denim. "I wanna feel yer fuckmeat stretch me out like only you can. I want ya ta scramble my guts with this thing."

Rumble's immediate response was a shocked gasp, staggering as the stimulation given to him sent shivers up his spine. "Wow, you're certainly forward tonight."

"Oh, I'm more than that, hon. I'm so fucking horny fer ya, it ain't funny." Kled bent forward and gripped the sides of his lover's pecs, burying his nose into the blue chest fur poking out between the fastened buttons of the other yordle's shirt due to the gargantuan amount of bulk overworking the poor fabric. He nearly orgasmed on the spot as the mechanic's musk enveloped his brain. "I wanna be filled by a man, and not one of them pussies who nuts after thirty seconds and passes out. Someone who's got strength and finesse, who can fuck me senseless but checks ta make sure I'm alright. I need both, and yer the man fer the job."

Rumble groaned in delight as he felt the warrior's tongue lash between the slabs of beef on his chest, no doubt trying to unearth more of that masculine scent. "Well, you sure know how to flatter a guy."

Kled's amply muscled limbs nearly buckled as he felt a powerful pulse emanate from his prostate; he'd never been more aroused than he was right at that moment in time. "That's it, I ain't waiting anymore!" He pushed himself away from the other yordle, his body a hot mess of emotions.

"Fine by me!" Rumble's grin stretched from ear-to-ear as he hastily unbuttoned the front of his shirt, becoming more impatient as he fiddled with the numerous clasping mechanisms. His jeans would be a breeze in comparison, but he wanted to get the hard part out of the way first.

Kled, meanwhile, thought actually removing his clothing was a waste of time and so had opted to flex out of them instead. He tensed every muscle on his body that he could, tearing his clothing asunder with several mighty rips that sounded throughout the room. The fabric exploded into hundreds of tiny pieces that fell unceremoniously to the ground by his feet; anything still clinging to him was then yanked off and tossed aside into the pile of scrap material strewn around him. This was perfect as he then got to watch the blue-furred behemoth shuck the remainder of his attire off like the world's fastest strip show, to which his throbbing erection highly approved of.

With much hassle, Rumble slid his precum-soaked boxers off with a squelch and left them on the ground beside him with his other clothes. That left him completely naked, his heavy chest undulating as the thick vein snaking along the shaft of his member pulsated in sync with his heart beat.

Kled let out an involuntary gasp when he saw the other yordle's perfect manhood in all its glory. He was drawn to it as if the pillar was sexually magnetic, slathering his tongue along the writhing cockflesh and savouring the taste of pure, virile masculinity. Had he not stopped himself then and there he'd have given the mechanic a blowjob for the ages, but he had other things in mind for that pole. He instead turned his attention to his lover's arm, one that was easily wider than the average yordle's waist. "Flex fer me? Please?" He begged.

Rumble smirked at the warrior's horny display. "I can do that." He grunted and then tensed his limb to its fullest extent, doubling its size in an instant.

The act got Kled even more aroused. He shoved his nose as far as he could against the dense muscles, moaning as he inhaled the rich, manly aroma that wafted from the mechanic's fur. "So fucking good..." He mashed his face into the gargantuan tricep like a cat being offered catnip.

"You wanna do it right here?" Rumble reached around the Noxian with his other hand and grabbed a hold of the other yordle's globular cheek. He could feel the gigantic muscle react to his grasp by flexing in need.

Every part of Kled screamed for him to say 'yes'; that is, every part except his mind, which wanted him to be taken on the bed to make fucking easier for the both of them. "No." He struggled in letting go of the stud's arm, but he managed to force himself away. "Not here." His breath ran ragged as he bolted to the reinforced bed, which survived him jumping on it with only slight creaking in protest. He laid on his back with his tree-trunk-like legs in the air, pulling his ass cheeks apart to show off his winking pucker. "Do me now. I'm begging ya ta claim this hole and make me yers. I want ya ta kill his heat and quench my thirst. Please, breed me!"

"Man, you really weren't kidding about being needy..." Rumble muttered under his breath. His lover's behaviour struck him as a tad unusual; he'd never seen the warrior be quite this submissive before. Had it really been too long since the pair of them made love?

Anticipation was killing Kled on the inside. He'd never felt this empty before, almost as if his hole demanded that delicious cock inside of him. It reminded him of something that someone said to him over a week ago. Okay, that wasn't exactly true - he was actually threatened, but it was just some cryptic bullshit about his sex life or whatever that he didn't even take seriously. No, he just needed a good, hard dicking down and nothing else. His body had clearly gone too long without it.

Mild surprise seemed to be Rumble's main emotion this evening as his expression didn't falter the closer he got to the warrior. "Jeez, I don't think I got a good look at you earlier. It almost looks like your ass got bigger." He placed a hand on one of those white-furred dick destroyers in what he thought was a gentle manner, only for his lover to shudder and almost jump from his position.

"Damnit all! Why am I so sensitive all of a sudden?!" Kled cried out. He couldn't help but blush in embarrassment from the observation that he had a bigger rump than what he normally did, but he wasn't quite sure why. "Yeah, ya give me a workout every time ya fuck me. Wouldn't be shocked if ya tripled its size all on yer own."

"I'm a master of my craft, I guess." Rumble opted to lighten the mood with a chortle, though he couldn't deny his own arousal coursing through his veins. His prick throbbed and belched out rivulets of preseed that dribbled down the length of his shaft, and while he was more than thrilled with marveling at the sight of the other yordle gaping the thickest ass his kind would ever possess, he knew that they both wanted it split wide open as soon as possible. With that, he greased the entirety of his fat endowment and positioned the head directly in front of his lover's anus.

Kled let out yet another needy moan as he felt the precum-slicked cocktip kiss his delicate ring of muscle. "O-Ooh..." It wasn't helping that his own massive pectorals were tensed up and right in front of his nose, making him take in his own scent. "Yeah, just..." He sucked in air through his gritted teeth. "Just shove it in me."

Rumble did just that, his own heart beating a mile a minute as he pressed on forward, only to become a bit confused when his member slid right in. There was a little resistance given, sure, but all in all it was like the other yordle's anal cavity just welcomed him inside.

Kled covered his face just as an embarrassingly whorish moan escaped his throat. His whole body was on fire and for some reason having that leviathan dong impaling him was the only thing that brought him relief. "Please, gimme all ya got." He mewled.

Concern was the only expression that Rumble could muster at the Noxian's peculiar behaviour, but he couldn't refute just how good his cock felt being massaged by his lover's silken bowels. So, he thrusted.

Kled's eyes shot open wide as his anal intruder stuffed him to the brim. His internal flesh kneaded the diamond-hard phallus with gusto, clamping down as he was humped into. It got him to sigh in bliss, like an itch that formed deep inside of him that he had no chance of reaching was finally getting scratched. Now he was starting to feel more like his old self. He'd been in this position many times in the past, and with his head starting to clear up he knew that he had to do his part too, though his prostate getting flattened by that fat log of yordle fuckmeat certainly made things a tad difficult. Nevertheless, his mouth twisted into a playful grin.

Rumble couldn't help but snort when he felt the anal walls clench down around his dick, which abruptly stopped his pistoning. "H-Hey!" His breathing had grown ragged from exertion. "You're squeezing a little hard there."

"Yer a man, right?" Kled snickered; he enjoyed teasing the blue-furred yordle. "Come on, overpower me. Show me what yer made of!"

That just annoyed Rumble; he rolled his eyes in disbelief that the warrior would halt sex for some silly fantasy, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from getting his rocks off. With a grunt, he forced his shaft in as much as it would go, and after pushing as hard as his pelvis was capable of he finally overwhelmed the warrior and continued his bucking. He had to admit, maybe the Noxian was right in saying that he had gotten a lot stronger.

The feelings shooting through Kled were indescribable. He might be performing an act with his lover that the two of them had done frequently in the past, but tonight they were on a whole other level. It was as if they were connected to each other like never before, like they were one entity. Their rhythms were completely synchronized; every time the mechanic went balls deep, he clamped down on that prodigious length with his ass. They were like a well-oiled machine and weren't about to stop until the job was finished.

Rumble, too, also felt how different this time was. All the clenching that the white-furred yordle did was spurring him on like never before. It was euphoric. Part of his excitement, however, was due to his lover's cock being so close to his face and emanating a deliciously pungent, pheromone-laden musk, but that gave him an idea. Repositioning himself, he allowed that pulsating rod to shove itself between his planetoid-like pecs and tensed them as hard as he could. Two could play at this game.

There was no way for Kled to have predicted this to happen. He gasped from the swift application of pressure to his crotch rocket, the stimulation overwhelming his nerves. His hands involuntarily grabbed hold of the sheets beneath him as he pistoned his cock in between his lover's pecs. Despite fooling around potentially thousands of times with other men, not once had someone done this to him. Now he'd have to do this more often!

Seeing the warrior's tongue loll out of his mouth from having his prick massaged with hundreds of pounds of chest meat brought a smirk to Rumble's face. His pectoral cavity had grown ever sweatier as the friction he'd initially felt seemed to disappear, though the prolonged contact had started intertwining their musk into a masculine aroma that would make him horny in an instant were he to ever smell it after tonight.

And it was taking its toll on him. His libido skyrocketed, scaling the mountain of arousal until he reached the peak and groaned out loud. Suddenly, his hips slowed to a crawl, which was right at the time that his pendulous testosterone factories pulled up to his crotch. His loud cry cued his release, to which he began to unload everything that his cum tanks had to offer right into the awaiting asshole of his lover.

The arrival of bucketloads of potent jizz breaching Kled's bowels brought his own horniness to a fever pitch. He could feel his walls being painted with pearlescent yordlebatter as more and more of it flooded his insides. The sensation of his gut swelling up with spunk caused a chain reaction in himself where his own stifled orgasm was let loose, with bucketloads of creamy cum being shot from his cumpipe. He blasted it not only at the wall that the two of them were next to, but also all over himself. It sent conflicting emotions surging through his body - on one hand he felt more compelled to let the mechanic do whatever he wanted with him than any other night that they had spent together, but on the other hand he felt more in control as well. The two aspects were clearly at odds with one another, and yet they both seemed right to him. He definitely got what he wanted.

For some inexplicable reason, Rumble felt like this might've just been the hardest he'd ever climaxed in his life. His pelvis was flush with his lover's muscled rear in an attempt to keep his load from spilling onto the bed beneath him. As if capping off a night of surprises, he was strangely successful in that endeavour. Had both of them just really gotten used to each other like this? Hey, he wasn't going to complain about having less to clean up now!

Kled's long moan signaled that he was finally satisfied after what felt like an eternity of having his soul pent-up with need, but something didn't quite feel right to him. His gut was bulging outward and firm with all that virile seed - that was completely normal - but it was almost like it was too firm for some reason. It wasn't just the outside that seemed off either as the sensation inside of him only got stranger the more that he focused on it. This wasn't a regular fullness that he felt, this was like all that cum plugged him up. But why?

His mind then wandered back to his earlier suspicion, only it was now looking more and more plausible. He couldn't lie - for the first time in his life he was terrified of the implications of someone's threat. But that's just what it was, right? Just a threat! The only problem was that it felt unfortunately real; it had to have been. With a nervous chuckle he decided that it was best if he broke the news to the mechanic now so that the blue-furred god had time to process what he was about to say. "Hell yeah, stuffed ta the brim like usual. That's why I love ya, daddy."

If Rumble's eyes could roll any farther, they might just complete a full loop. "I thought I told you before to knock it off with the pet names." He panted.

Kled felt a particularly strong blush come on. "Heh, that ain't no nickname."

"I don't follow..." Rumble narrowed his eyes at the Noxian. It was just then that his hand was gently grasped and brought to that protruding dome of a gut that his lover sported, and it stayed there while the warrior gave him a knowing glance. It took several moments still before the gears in his head turned in just the right way that he understood what was being communicated to him. "How?!" His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets; he couldn't rationalize the image in his mind no matter how hard he tried. "W-We've fucked so many times in the past. How did something magically change?"

Kled sighed, knowing how preventable this was and a bit upset with how he didn't take it seriously at first. "See, that's what happens when ya piss off the wrong witch."

"What did you do?" Rumble couldn't tell if his curiosity was genuine or morbid.

"Well," Kled started, trying to figure out how best to word his story, "I was out patrolling my land like I usually do, when this yordle witch came up ta me and started yammering on about how I was trespassing on her property! Can ya believe that?!"

Rumble blinked a few times, unsure if the Noxian actually thought that he would be sympathetic. "Maybe it's because that was her property."

"Ah, they always say that." Kled grumbled to himself. "Anyway, I told the bitch I ain't afraid ta kill her if she don't move, but then she told me that _I'm_actually the bad guy fer killing folks and that I need ta 'atone fer my sins' or something." Kled palmed his face, feeling heated just from reliving that moment. "Then she started mumbling this rhymey gibberish and I stopped giving a shit."

"Dude, it sounds like you got cursed." Rumble had only heard rumours that his kin were capable of things like that, but he'd never experienced it firsthand before. "What exactly did she tell you?"

Kled was about to speak but stopped himself when he remembered the witch's words and how intensely graphic they were; words like 'submissive' and 'breedable' were among the standouts. There was no way he'd be able to live down the humiliating details if they somehow got spread around to the others. "I'd rather not say." He cringed.

"Fair enough." Rumble pursed his lips. The whole thing still felt unbelievable to him, and yet it was really happening. He plopped himself on the comforter beside the warrior, his bed slightly creaking in protest to the sudden shift in weight.

For once in his life, Kled felt contemplative. "Ya know, I'm glad I ain't had my first time with anyone else. Yer smart and funny as all get out, yer hot as fuck and built like a brick shithouse, but yer also warm and kind ta me. I feel safe when I'm around ya."

"That's... actually strangely touching." Rumble shifted himself so that he could see the other yordle, which meant that he had to prop himself up on a meaty arm as the sheer amount of muscle swallowing up his neck meant that he couldn't simply turn his head. "I... honestly can't believe I'm getting emotional from this." He timidly chuckled.

Kled gazed longingly into the mechanic's eyes. "There ain't no one else that I want ta be my baby daddy."

"And you just made it weird again." Rumble huffed as he fell back onto the bed. As much as it made him uncomfortable, he was now a part of this bizarre situation. What's worse is that it was only just now that he even pondered what was to come next. "Wait!" He righted himself as fast as his body would let him, turning his torso to look at his lover. "You still have to give birth, right?"

Those words made Kled freeze in dread; he hadn't thought that far ahead yet. "Oh shit."