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Etho was perfectly fine keeping all of this information to himself, just as a little thing that he does sometimes. A nice sensory experience, something for fun when he’s bored out of his mind, sometimes to get off when he’s already pent up.
However, this moment was not one he had originally intended for, drinking an extra bottle of water before attending the meeting was surely just be a gentle reminder, something to keep him focused at the meeting while letting himself be distracted if need be. What he hadn’t recalled was the bottle he had already downed the hour prior, after Etho had finished working on some of the exterior of his base.
So there was currently a problem, the hermit’s notoriously fail miserably at having concise meetings, for one. As well as tea being served, for seconds, which Etho felt bad not to take. It was only 10 minutes in when he started to feel the pressure building in his lower abdomen.
Easy to ignore initially, sure. In fact, Etho was under the impression it was going to be a perfect amount to keep him going. Something to motivate him to participate and engage in the conversation.
Which quickly stumbled south, his bladder pressing up to where his pants were buttoned and locked by his belt started to feel more like intrusions to his body than an accessory.
So instead Etho tried to focus, the conversation had moved onto spawn rates, something he and Doc shared a connected interest in. Etho had crossed his legs and put his elbow on the table, holding his head up hoping that it wasn’t too obvious what was going on.
“Etho, what do you think?” Doc had finished speaking, and had moved onto him? Of all people why Etho? Couldn’t Doc read his mind right now?
“Uh, well you know,” a twinge in his gut, “I’m not really building a lot of farms dependent on spawn rates.” A lie, he had spent hours just yesterday trying to create a trident farm for Gem. He avoided eye contact and decided that the cup of tea in front of him was the most interesting art piece in the world.
Bdubs, who was sitting next to him, quirked a brow at him. A knowing look that scored deep into Etho. Bdubs had known of this habit that Etho had of course, they’d known each other for far too long for this to be a surprise to the guy. But Etho, knowing that Bdubs knew exactly what was going on, started to bother him, or turn him on he hadn’t decided yet.
Etho takes his elbow from the table and leans back in his chair. It was fine, probably. He wasn’t known for being much of a talker in big groups anyway, barely speaking up at meetings unless someone had called on him so what had happened wasn’t out of the ordinary, maybe shuffling a bit more in his seat, but he could school his expressions, and having a mask that covered most of his face that was currently beaming red certainly helped.
“Alright we’ll moving on then,” X continued with whatever the next topic was, but at this point the only topic in Ethos head is wondering how he's gonna get back to his base, on the other side of the map, or at least far enough away to where it definitely felt longer than just a hallway.
Etho started tapping along his leg, hoping the distraction of it would be enough to soothe the ache which was quickly growing. Wasn’t supposed to go like this, this was a rookie mistake, he’d done it plenty in meetings before why should this one be any different?
He once again adjusts his position, hoping that the change makes a difference in the pressure. He swaps the legs that are on top of each other to see if that changes anything, but it just makes him realise that opening his legs is a bad idea. He somewhat hopes the hermits assume he’s just become mildly more anxious as the meeting goes on for mysterious reasons rather than the situation he’s currently occupied himself into.
Etho kept eyeing the door, knowing at some point he’s going to have to stand up, it was honestly starting to worry him at this point. Before he could think about his decisions he got up from his chair and equipped his elytra, he heard some sort of line of questioning as he exited, but Etho knew if he had spent even 5 more minutes in that chair debating it it would have been too late to leave.
He fires off rockets and soars into the sky, being so focused on not pissing himself mid air he only vaguely inputs the sounds of rockets behind him. The cold air pushing past his face is excellent at distracting his current problem, allowing muscle memory to guide him back to his own base.
Crashing at the top of the hill behind his wall of chests, only taking a few hearts, he quickly undoes his belt, which floods a whole new sensation of need through him, but not long before he hears the last of the rockets from behind him finally land.
“Got a little problem there, guy?” Bdubs croons through his breath, "I've never seen you like that in a meeting before”
“Yeah, well, I’m usually better at hiding it,” Etho grabs at his crotch hoping it’ll help get through what must only be seconds of conversation with Bdubs, trying to not let anything leak.
Bdubs approaches Etho, glaring deep into his eyes, seemingly knowing how badly he must need to go, because he follows it up with his palm pressing into his bladder.
“Bdubs,” Etho warns, grabbing his wrist.
Without a word, Bdubs undoes the button on Ethos pants, and Etho could cry with relief if his bladder didn’t immediately try to empty itself.
“Bdubs,” Etho warns again, with more urgency this time, “I’m going to burst if I wait any longer.”
“You won’t have to wait sweetheart.” Bdubs crouches to his knees, Etho would be getting hard at this sight if it wasn’t for the fact that he needed to go this badly. Bdubs puts Ethos dick in his mouth and presses his fingers at Ethos bladder.
It’s just spurts, at the start, Etho feeling bad that he’s using Bdubs for this, even though he had put himself in this situation. Bdubs kept pressing around his stomach, looking for a spot that he knows Bdubs will find eventually, and when he does Etho groans and knows he can no longer stop himself. And when Bdubs swallows, just around his tip but his tongue still massaging the bottom of it, Etho straight up moans from the feeling.
Taking his hand from beside himself, Etho puts his fingers through Bdubs’ hair as he lets go. He can physically feel his stomach shrinking from release, head nodding backwards, getting lost in the sensation of it all.
As he finishes, Bdubs doesn’t stop, in fact he takes Ethos whole length into his mouth, bobbing up and down trying to get Etho hard. Which, oh my god. Bdubs circles his tongue around Ethos tip before returning to nodding up and down Etho. Which, oh my god.
Etho remembers to open his eyes to look down at Bdubs, he focuses his eyes to notice Bdubs is hard, right hand stabilising himself against Ethos upper thigh, left hand getting himself off. The image of Bdubs getting turned on by this is such an erotic picture that Etho almost loses his mind.
Etho grips into Bdubs’ hair impossibly tighter as his dick fills out, Bdubs looking up to Etho with teary eyes as he swallows down Ethos cock. Bdubs moans into it, sending all sorts of vibrations up his spine. Etho is no longer aware of the noises coming out of his mouth, he’s breathing has become so rapid that all he can think about is how good his dick feels.
“I’m gonna-” is all the Etho manages out, vocal cords constricting from the pleasure wracking through him at full force as he comes, with Bdubs still going as he rides out his orgasm. Bdubs, once again, swallows and Etho is dizzy from awe.
Bdubs leans back and finishes himself off, Etho fully could get hard at just the sight of Bdubs on his knees, lips all puffed out and wet with saliva surely thinking about what they’ve just done to help him come.
After a few moments of both of them just breathing in silence together, they look to one another and start chuckling to themselves. Bdubs puts himself away and stands up. Both of them still smiling and faces warm, Etho knows the look Bdubs is giving him is reserved for Etho and Etho only.
“So not bad huh?” Bdubs jokes.
“You could say that.”