Button's jaw dropped as he stared at the screen. The Game Over flashed before his eyes, taunting him with the sting of defeat. He'd been so close; a tie with Rumble, as so often happened, but more rarely, Button had actually lost at the last moment.

"Ha!" Rumble shouted. "Gotcha!" He grinned at his best friend, setting the controller down. "Know what that means?"

Button squirmed, pressing his hind legs together. "Uh..."

"You get to play bottom this time," Rumble said, his smirk widening. "About time, too. You make cute noises."

Button flushed as he glared at the grey pegasus. "I do not!"

"Then what are you worried about?" Rumble asked rhetorically. "You've still got some lube left?"

Button sighed. Despite his exasperation, his blush never quite left his face. He'd never admit it, but if not for his pride, he'd be losing these games more often than he actually did.

"Yeah, over in the nightstand drawer," Button said. He only barely kept the anticipation out of his voice. Rumble hadn't been over for nearly a week, so the earth pony was admittedly feeling a bit pent up.

Rumble stood up, stretching his limbs out as he strutted over to the drawer. He pulled it open and retrieved the plastic bottle, turning to face Button and tossing it back and forth between his hooves.

Button groaned. "Just hurry up!" He's so annoying when he wins.

Rumble sniggered. "Don't look so eager." He sat down on his haunches, leaning back and spreading his hind legs to expose his black sheath and the heavy ballsack underneath it.

Button Mash didn't need any prompting to take things further; it was a familiar routine for them both, after all. He sat down across from Rumble, mirroring his position, and he moved his brown hoof between his hind legs without ceremony.

Button grunted softly as he rubbed his hoof across his dark brown sheath. Normally he took a little more to get excited, but he was pent up enough that even just his dirty thoughts and the promise of more would have sufficed. With him caressing himself with a hoof, kneading his balls in the process, it didn't take long at all for his mottled pink and brown cock to begin emerging from his sheath.

Button closed his eyes, groaning softly as he firmly stroked his hardening flesh. He felt heated all over, his arousal blending with the guilty pleasure of knowing that he had an audience. An audience who gave a low hum of approval as he rather shamelessly watched.

"That's it," Rumble said. "Get nice and ready."

Button didn't answer, but he did hear wet 'squelch' noises as Rumble applied the lubricant to himself. Button knew it well; oil-based and simple. Not friendly with condoms, but that didn't matter to either of them, considering they only did this with each other.

Button could have forgotten about Rumble, if not for him being his focus. The simple fact that Rumble appreciated him so openly, so shamelessly, pleased him quite a bit. He did have a streak of vanity, and Rumble, for all his irritating cockiness, had a way of satiating it during moments like these.

He opened his eyes when he heard Rumble set the lube aside, continuing to stroke his length firmly. The grey pegasus gave him a smoky look, accentuated by his smirk.

Button found himself returning that grin, and allowed his eyes to drift lower. There, standing proud between Rumble's spread legs, was his fully erect, solid black stallionhood. Glistening with lube from the base to the head, ready for being squeezed into Button's tight hole.

"You know how I like it," Rumble said. He twirled his hoof in a circle.

Button had to suppress a chuckle. Celestia, did he ever. Even though Button won more often than not, Rumble made for an incredible top.

Button stood on all fours, turning sideways and giving a languid stretch, knowing that his own length was on full display for Rumble's lustful eyes. He loved being eaten up like this.

When Rumble stood up, Button took that as his cue. With a flippant swish of his tail, he turned and lowered his front half to the carpeted floor, keeping his hindquarters up in the air. He flicked his tail repeatedly, teasing Rumble with that enticing view that he knew drove him crazy with lust.

Button sensed Rumble's nearness before feeling it, which he did when the pegasus reared up and gripped him by the flanks with his surprisingly strong forelegs. The earth pony squirmed, feeling submissive in that assertive hold as Rumble clumsily lined himself up.

"You ready?" Rumble asked, seriousness creeping into his voice.

Button shook his rear. "Hurry up!" he paused, hastily adding, "Get it over with!"

Rumble chuckled, but he didn't waste any time. Button squirmed as he felt the bulbous head of that cock pressing against his tight puckered entrance.

The slick lubricant aided the entry, and Button bit his lip in a mixture of anticipation and discomfort.

Still, he was no stranger to this. The tight ring of muscle yielded to the familiar shape, the head popping inside and earning a gasp from both of the stallions. Rumble held himself inside, giving Button a few moments to adjust.

"Haah... More than you can handle?" Rumble asked.

Button grunted. "Come on!"

Rumble didn't reply, instead rocking his hips to sink another inch inside Button. The earth pony groaned and covered his muzzle with a hoof, hoping to deny his friend the satisfaction. While Button failed to hide his instinctive submissiveness, he could at least keep Rumble guessing about how strong a feeling it was.

"More?" Rumble asked, his voice rather strained.

"Yes! Hurry up!" Button snapped. He'd loosened rather nicely now, and that lube worked wonders.

Rumble grunted and rocked his hips again, sinking further inside the stallion beneath him.

Button shivered, trembling as that hot length slid into him, spreading him and filling him with that wonderful thickness. He could already feel that odd pleasurable pressure inside him, growing ever stronger the deeper Rumble pushed.

Button forgot himself, simply trying, and failing, to contain his moans until he realized hazily that Rumble's hips pressed against his rump.

"Like that?" Rumble asked, his pants betraying his enjoyment.

"Ugh, get on with it!" Button swished his tail impatiently, wanting, needing that stallion to start thrusting.

Apparently done teasing for now, Rumble slid back, Button instinctively clenching down on that cock as he missed its presence. This was followed by a loud cry of delight as Rumble thrust back inside, satisfying that craving to be filled once more.

They'd done this plenty of times, and knew each other's taste and habits quite intimately. Rumble sped up, knowing that Button liked it rough, and Button tried to squeeze and clench around Rumble, knowing the pegasus preferred him to be responsive and eager.

Their grunts, moans and sighs blended together, Rumble's hips smacking against Button's rump with each thrust. Every ‘schlick’ of motion as lube rubbed against flesh, intense warmth permeating both to the core.

Button's shaft ached between his legs. He desperately wanted to feel something touch it, whether it be tongue or hoof, but with his own hooves occupied with balancing him or suppressing his moans, he was helpless to satisfy himself.

Rumble pressed down on him, muscular belly against his back. Button tensed and whimpered low in his throat as Rumble spoke into his ear.

"Make ya a deal," Rumble said, speaking between his pants and grunts as he continued to thrust, never slowing. "I finish first, I'll suck you off afterwards. If you finish first, I get to do it on your face."

Button tensed, eyes closed as he imagined it. Rumble thought that he hated facials, but he couldn't be more wrong. Still, Button had to hold on to his pride, even if he secretly hoped that Rumble would rut him well enough to finish him off first.

"You're on," he said, barely managing to speak past his moans.

Rumble gave a pleased groan at Button's agreement, and thrust harder in reward. He chuckled at the surprised, albeit muffled shout of pleasure he earned from the submissive stallion as a result. Cute noises indeed.

Rumble continued to rut Button Mash, the earth pony struggling to contain his moans. That intense pressure and pleasure inside him fueled the tension between his legs, the two separate feelings merging in a way that made it all the more powerful for him.

His cock drizzled precum down to the carpet beneath him, already a frequent victim of misaimed cumshots. That tension inside him grew, more and more. He knew he wasn't far from his peak.

Rumble wasn't any better off. His grunts grew louder and more feral by the moment, his thrusts erratic and firm. His bucks grew shorter, the bet forgotten in his simple, male instinct to get off inside a willing partner. That undeniable need to cum, and his dominant urges satiated by the enthusiastic moans of his friend.

It could have gone either way. The two were so similar that they occasionally even finished at the same time. But today, luck chose a favorite. Rumble thrust at just the right angle, at just the right time, to give Button that extra jolt of pleasure that he needed, sending him right over the edge.

That thick brown cock, head flaring, spurted thick strands of warm, creamy cum all over the carpet beneath him, the stallion himself screaming into his hoof as he reached completion. His length twitched without rhyme or reason, simply emptying his load heedless of where it went.

With a feral snarl, Rumble shoved Button away from him, his length slipping out of the stallion as he collapsed in a trembling heap. Even in the fading throes of his climax, Button had enough presence of mind, and enough lust, to know what they both wanted next.

He quickly rolled over onto his back. As though it were a practiced performance, Rumble moved to stand over Button, presenting his twitching, black cock mere inches from Button’s face.

Eagerly, Button reached up with both forehooves and gripped that twitching length, still slick with lube. He rapidly pumped it back and forth, panting as he kept it aimed at his face. Rumble groaned and bucked his hips, the head flaring as he finally reached his peak.

Button closed his eyes just in time to be greeted with the first hot, sticky strand of spunk, landing squarely on his muzzle. He groaned in delight, feeling that musky fluid on his face and soaking into his fur. Another grunt from Rumble, and another hot strand streaked across his face.

More and more, Rumble emptied his balls of all they held. The strings of hot spunk criss-crossed Button’s face, soaking his muzzle, cheeks, forehead, and lips.

Though no stranger to the taste, Button kept his mouth closed tight. He wanted every drop on his face, to be so thoroughly marked by this stallion's hot, rich spunk.

Only by clenching his jaw did Button manage to muffle his moans of utter delight until, finally, Rumble's orgasm came to an end, leaving the spent, satisfied, earth pony panting beneath him with a face totally covered in thick, hot cum.

Button went limp, limbs splayed on the floor as his cock softened and withdrew into its sheath. He was barely aware as Rumble moved, paying him no mind until he heard the pegasus speak.

“You really like facials, don’t you?”

Button sat up, blushing beneath the heavy white coating on his face as he tried to think of an excuse. “W-wha?”

Rumble snickered. “You moved way too fast. I heard you moaning, too.”

Button growled low in his throat. “That doesn’t mean anything!”

“You haven’t tried to wipe it off, either.”

With a scowl, Button reached up, scrubbing at his face with a foreleg. All that really did was smear Rumble’s cum deeper into his fur and into his leg. With a sigh, he gave up.

Rumble hummed. “I can’t really blame you though. Bet it feels really nice. All hot and sticky...” He kept his voice low and husky. “Besides, you look good like that.”

Button squirmed, blushing yet again as the words made him feel another tingle of arousal.

Rumble snerked. “If you wanted me to spunk on your face, all you had to do was ask.”

Button groaned, feeling too tired to argue. “Okay, fine, I like it when you do that. Like, a lot.”

Button still couldn’t open his eyes, but he felt Rumble give him a pat on the head. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Button couldn’t help but shiver. Sure hope he does.

“Seriously though, we need to clean up before your Mom checks on us,” Rumble said.

Button gulped. “Yeah, good point. Find me a rag or something.”

Rumble stood and began looking around, knowing full well that a stallion barely beyond puberty had a designated jizz rag somewhere in his room.

“So… Rematch?” Rumble asked, handing Button the rag he’d found.

Button scrubbed the cum off his face before smirking up at his friend. “You’re on.”