Watersports

Author's Note: its PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

As a cheesy but incredibly catchy RnB song that Squall swore she knew the name of—it was just on the very tip of her orange stained tongue—bled through the crackling stereo, Dante danced with his girlfriend in his parents’ living room. Their movements were shaky and clumsy. 

Did they care?

No.

Even as Squall stomped on Dante’s toes, the two simply laughed and went back to passing the oversized bottle of orange flavoured liquor back and forth. He grimaced at the sugary sweet taste but continued to drink. He normally wasn’t one for the fruity stuff. Something about his totally iron clad grip on his masculinity. Still, he got into the habit of drinking Breezers, coolers and fruity cocktails at the bar thanks to his girlfriend. The two had finished their romp with a few of her work friends and took a cab home. Now here they were, dancing to music that he didn’t particularly care for but adored because it was with her.

Squall leaned against his chest and sighed. Warmth, one that didn’t come from the alcohol they partook  in all night, blossomed inside his chest. This was a good night.

“Wanna get in the shower?” she whispered.

“Yeah, sure.”

Clumsily, the two stripped on their way to the bathroom. They stumbled over their pants and socks and might’ve gotten a bit of orange smoothie Breezer on the carpet but that was a problem for future Dante. Occasionally, they stole kisses from each other in between swigs of dreamsicle flavoured booze. Eventually, they were inside the bathroom, tangled in each other’s drunken limbs and still lingering clothes. Squall slipped and nearly broke her neck which made the two of them burst into a bubbly giggling fit as Dante tried to figure out the optimal temperature for them.

Warm, nearly broiling hot, water rained down on them. Steam filled the room and swam around the couple as they slow danced to two entirely different songs that played in their respective heads. Dipping forward to steal one last kiss and the rest of the Breezer, Dante felt pressure swirl around in his groin. A low groan escaped him as he cast the now empty bottle out of the bathtub to let it clatter noisily against the tacky tile.

Desperation built inside of him as all the alcohol seemed to rush through him at once. His hips squirmed as the sensation grew hotter and hotter in his bladder. It swirled in his hips. He swore he could feel liquid swell and splash about inside his piss-swollen bladder.

“Get out of the way,” he managed to say without slurring too much. “I... I gotta piss.”

Squall blinked. “Just? Just piss right here, man.”

It was Dante’s turn to blink. “For real?”

“Yeah. I don’t care,” she snorted. A beat passed before something sparked in her hazel eyes. “...Wanna pee on me?”

Absolutely not. No way. No how.

“Uhhhh...”

“C’mon! It’ll be... it’ll be hot. Trust me. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” she babbled as she squatted in front of him. Her hand wrapped around the base of his dick and flopped it around. Thank god he had whiskey dick. He couldn’t deal with the possibility that he’d get hard while giving someone a golden shower. He wasn’t a complete degenerate like the other backward ass fucks in Leonardo. Though, he guessed that population also included his freak of a girlfriend that... Okay, he should have seen this coming considering the twisted shit she’d write and joke about. His eyes squeezed themselves shut as the pressure continued to build and build until...

He heard a heavy splash against the acrylic of the bathtub. It thudded against the off-white surface in a way that was similar and completely unlike the shower that rained down on them. Opening one eye, Dante looked down to see Squall flailing his dick around as yellow splashed against her feet and trailed down the drain.

“Jaycelynn!” he squawked.

“Whaaaaat? I said it was okay for you... why wouldn’t it be okay for me to go too?” she asked with an awkward smile.

The sound and sight of her pissing in front of him only made that pressure worse.

“Fine! Fine! Just fine! I’ll be that guy that pisses on his fuckin’ girlfriend!” he shouted, perhaps a little too loudly.

“Oh, Randal will be so proud of you, dude.”

A high-pitched and totally masculine whine escaped him as he tried to relax himself the best he could with his drunken girlfriend manhandling his limp dick. Piss sprayed from his uncut tip.

A squeal of sheer delight bounced off the shower walls as hot piss splattered all across Squall’s face and chest. Warmth, one unlike the shower gave, washed across her body as Dante continued to relieve himself. The pressure was so much that it almost stung a little bit as it spritzed against her cheek and rolled down her body in steady streams. The stream continued on strong before slowing to a graceful arch that eventually slowed to a trickle and then a dribble.

“That. Was. So. Fucking hot!” she chirped before kissing his dribbling tip. “Thanks! I-I’ve been wanting to ask about watersports for, like, ever.”

“...What are you doing to me?” he asked before pulling her up and onto her feet. Once more, their lips crashed against each other as the water began to cool off.