Fuck Yourself

Wario laced his fingers behind his neck and tilted his head back and forth until he heard a pop. Answering emails was the worst part of this stupid job. What did he pay these brats for, anyway, if they couldn't sort out their own problems?

His phone bleeped. Wario picked it up and read the text.

Waluigi: Home for dinner?

Wario glanced at the clock in the bottom corner of his monitor. It was almost seven. Fuck.

Wario: Stuck here playing referee for Mona and Ashley. Could be another hour. I wouldn't wait up.

He put his phone down, cracked his knuckles, and put his fingers on the keyboard. The phone bleeped twice in rapid succession.

Waluigi: )=

Waluigi: Working hard?

Wario sighed and picked the device back up.

Wario: Not hard. Just tedious. I outta kick them both off the project. Probably make more progress by myself.

Wario set the phone down and started typing. About halfway through his probably strongly-worded response, his phone beeped again. At first the large man merely glanced at it. Then he did a double take. It was a photograph. He couldn't tell a lot about it from the thumbnail, but he could tell that it involved a lot of bare flesh.

Bleep.

Waluigi: What about now? (;

A broad grin slithered across the round face as Wario opened the picture. Waluigi on his back, grinning upside down at the camera. Except that he was up on his shoulders, folded nearly in half at the waist, with his pelvis over his chin and his legs splayed as wide as his ridiculously limber frame would allow. He gripped his ankles with his hands, his limbs forming a short, broad triangle. His most intimate parts shamelessly displayed at its apex.

Wario: You fucking tease.

Waluigi: Come home.

Wario: In a bit. I've gotta finish this.

Waluigi: But who's gonna fuck me? )=

Wario: Fuck yourself.

The fat doppelganger waited, certain that Waluigi would send more pictures. He'd left him the perfect opening for it. The time he'd caught the salacious little tramp sucking his own dick came to mind. Several minutes passed. Wario shifted in his seat, adjusting the bulge straining against his zipper. The longer Waluigi's response took, the better it had to be.

The chat scrolled to reveal a video. A fucking video. A husky chuckle rumbled in Wario's chest as he eagerly opened it.

Waluigi sat on the bed with his phone propped up between his legs. He settled back and crossed his legs behind his neck. He sucked two fingers on his left hand until they glistened with saliva. They slipped into the crack of his ass, circling the hole and then disappearing neatly inside. His free hand gripped his shaft and brought the head of his cock to his mouth.

Wario's erection pulsed as he watched his partner lick and finger himself. It envied those fingers. It wanted to be where they were.

Waluigi grinned devilishly at the camera. He pulled his balls aside with his right hand as his other hand pressed his cock down between the fleshy hills. The hand rubbed and pushed and stretched and coaxed.

“No fucking way...” Wario mumbled to himself.

The ring of puckered muscle swallowed the head of Waluigi's cock. Waluigi gasped. The only sound he'd made all video. He bit his lip as he worked it in and out with the tips of his fingers. They pulsed and wiggled faster. Waluigi started to moan. His head lolled to one side.

Wario watched with stunned fascination. “You kinky little fuck,” he murmured. “You bendy, kinky little fuck.”

The hand curled into a fist, and then fell away to hang limply across one slender thigh. Muscles pushed and his cock popped free. A stream of white liquid poured after it. Waluigi fumbled with the phone and then the video ended.

When Wario exited to the texting app, a message was already waiting for him.

Waluigi: Come home.

Wario didn't need to be told a third time.