Necrophilia

OKay this is really stupid, short and suckish but oh well. I didnt think Mikey would like this and it didn't fit in with the story anyways. I just got bored and wrote this in like an hour hehehe. Enjoy my suckish writing <3
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Zac wiped away the final tears as he held Quincy’s limp, cold body to his chest. He couldn’t believe Jennifer…
He made sure no one was around before pressing his lips to Quincy’s cold ones…. He still tasted the same, even dead. His body was cold and stiff though… and the smell... the smell was different. Decaying, rotting flesh... but Zac didn't mind it.
Zac longed for those hands on him again… that huge cock in his ass… he thought of the old times, making love and he had a boner in minutes. Shit… When no one was in the room he smiled. It took all his strength but he carried Quincy to an empty bedroom, locking the door behind them. He lugged him onto the bed. He didn’t realize what exactly he was doing… when it sunk in he felt dirty… but he needed this. He undid Quincy’s belt, tugging down his pants and boxers and chucking them across the room. He did the same with Quincy’s shirt, licking his lips as the dead but still sexy as ever body was revealed to him.
He slid down his own pants, stroking his cock a few times. He licked two of Quincy’s cold fingers until they were nice and wet. He then took Quincy’s hand and pushed the finger in his tight hole. He meowed, stretching his walls with the thick, icy cold finger. He added a second, scissoring them. He rocked back and forth on the fingers as he bent down and took the cold, rock hard member in his mouth.
“Mmm…” He purred around the cock in his mouth.
Once he lubed the cock up with his spit, he removed his fingers from his hole and aligned Quincy’s dick with himself.
Well, here goes nothing… He dropped himself down on Quincy’s cock, grimacing a bit before getting used to the sensation. As Zac waited for the pain to pass, he thought. Was this rape technically? Would Quincy want this if he were alive? Would he be creeped out if he could see what Zac was doing right now? Zac shook off the feelings. He wanted this… scratch that. He NEEDED this.” He once again pressed his lips to Quincy’s unmoving ones and began bouncing on Quincy’s cock. It was so cold inside of him…. He shivered but kept moving.
“Ohhh. Oh Quincy!” He moaned lightly, bouncing harder, trying to get Quincy to stab his prostate.
Eventually he did, Zac stopped, resting Quincy against the spongy bundle of nerves.
“Mmm, so fucking good…” He threw his head back, once again hopping, repeatedly impaling himself on the rock hard member. Zac’s pants and moans filled the small room as he imagined Quincy’s animalistic grunts and growls. Music to his hears.
“QUINCY!” He called as he came hard, all over Quincy’s toned stomach. Quincy’s eyes were peacefully shut, not even aware of what was happening to him.
Zac sighed contently, plopping down beside Quincy, nuzzling his neck as always.
“What was that babe?” Zac hummed. A pause, as if Quincy was speaking. “I know. It was great. I love you too sweetness.” He buried his head in Quincy’s neck and smiled, falling asleep seconds later.