Teemo’s ears twitched as the gentle pitter patter of rain tapped rhythmically against the roof of the hut. Unlike the pale, cold night outside, he was nice and warm inside Rengar’s hut. The fireplace was roaring, the hearty cracking of the wood burning inside was lost, however. The soothing sounds of a roaring campfire were deafened out by the reason Teemo was sitting inside Rengar’s hut at night in the first place. An energetic little yordle in a dinosaur onesie, eagerly knocking over tower after tower of blocks that he built. 


        It would’ve been adorable had Gnar not been doing the whole dinosaur act the entire night that Teemo had to watch him so far. It brought back a bit of the annoyment Teemo had felt at the situation. He didn’t know why Rengar had specifically chosen him to watch after Gnar, or why he was rushing out into the pitch black, rainy night, but Teemo would rather not get caught up in Rengar’s affairs. 


        From where he was sitting on the couch, he watched as Gnar ran about the hut, knocking over towers of blocks before rebuilding them and starting over. He was running quite quick, the tail of his dinosaur onesie trailing along the ground as it seemed like he barely avoided tripping over the scattered blocks. 


“Gnar, I think you should try to be a little more careful-” Teemo began to say before Gnar suddenly tripped over a pile of blocks, yelping as he fell to the floor with a thud. 


Luckily for Teemo, Gnar didn’t seem fazed by the fall at all, and simply kicked the block he tripped on away. Teemo ran over to help him up, but froze in his tracks. 


        Gnar got to his hands and knees, his rear facing Teemo. The fall had undone the flap in his onesie, exposing his adorable little orange rear and fuzzy balls. Teemo knew he should  just look away and help him fasten the flap again. So he did just that, but not before letting the image of the cub’s bare rear burn itself into his mind as he fastened the buttons again. 


“See? You gotta calm down. I think it’s probably time you slept.” Teemo said sternly. 


Gnar started to whine and yell a complaint, but he began to yawn halfway through. Teemo smirked, lifting the tuckered out little yordle easily in his arms before carrying him away to his room. 


        The room was quite sparsely furnished, save for a large bed next to a small chest which housed a few of Gnar’s toys and his precious boomerang. Teemo guessed the bed must be so big in case Gnar transformed for some reason. Either way, it worked out better for Teemo’s purposes. Gnar hopped out of Teemo’s arms once he was in range of the bed and bounced a few times on the mattress before he finally settled down. He eagerly patted the spot in the bed next to him, already huddling up under the blankets. Ordinarily Teemo would’ve hopped into the bed without hesitation, but the incident from earlier had his mind wandering to some unsavory places. 


        Still, Gnar was stubborn, and shouted at Teemo as he waited for him to climb into bed with him. Teemo reluctantly crawled onto the bed, and no sooner had he settled himself beneath the covers, Gnar was on him like glue. There was a bit of the cold, night air seeping in through the window in the room, but it was no match for Gnar’s body heat and the fluffy blanket that surrounded them. Teemo wrapped an arm around Gnar, whose head was already firmly pressed against his chest, clinging to his side. Looking down at the adorable, sleeping yordle, Teemo felt even more guilty about the thoughts that were currently running through his head. 


        All he could think about was that flash of his rear he’d seen. Usually, Gnar would be trying to talk to Teemo until he tuckered himself out, but it seemed he was more exhausted than he let on. Teemo could already hear the gentle little snores floating up from the yordle, his eyes closed peacefully as his paws clutched him. Even with all that cozy body heat, and the gentle snoring, Teemo couldn’t begin to try and sleep. Not with how his mind was, or the boner that refused to be ignored. He couldn’t even move away from the object of his troubling thoughts, as every time he tried to inch away from Gnar he found his way right back to his side. 


        The thought of acting on those thoughts was even more scary when he considered what Rengar would do to him if he’d ever found out, or even worse, walked in on them. But he had asked him to watch him until the morning… If he was coming back sometime tonight, he would’ve told him. Teemo realized he was trying to rationalize fooling around with this poor defenseless yordle in his sleep and shook his head. No, even if he could get away with it he wouldn’t do that to Gnar. In defiance, his dick throbbed hard against his pants. Teemo grumbled and with his free arm, slowly tugged his pants down around his ankles. 


        He would just rub one out quickly, that’s what he’d do. Gnar would never know. But no sooner had he started to reach for his dick, he was surprised to find a paw already wrapping around it. Gnar was grabbing at it in his sleep. He bit his lips to keep himself from moaning and waking Gnar. The cub’s little paw barely wrapped around the girth of his shaft, and even though his body’s sleepy movements were slow and clumsy, Teemo had never felt more aroused. Pre-cum poured from his tip, soaking Gnar’s hands. 


        Teemo’s entire body stiffened once he watched Gnar suddenly jolt up a bit. He started to wake up, confused by the slick pre-cum on his fingers. Teemo had no idea what to do, if Gnar woke up and realized what was going on, there’s no telling what that would do to their friendship. In a panic, he pulled one of his shrooms from his pants and stuffed it into Gnar’s maw. Gnar began to yell something before he chewed the mushroom. His eyes slowly drooped closed again, and this time, he was out like a light. 


        Teemo looked down at him, ashamed of having to use a mushroom on him, and even more ashamed that his first thought was of all the things he could get away with now that he was in a deep, deep sleep. He pulled the blankets off, kneeling in front of the sleeping yordle. His paws shakily unfastened the flap to his onesie again, and this time he let himself admire the view as long as he wanted. The cub’s cute little rear made his dick pulse with desire. 


        He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them to coat them liberally in spit before he gingerly brought them up against Gnar’s rim. He prodded a bit, looking up to see if he would stir at all, and breathed a sigh of relief as even as he began to push his fingers into him, he didn’t move an inch. He felt Gnar’s walls squeeze tightly against his fingers and shot another rope of pre-cum onto the sheets below. He gently worked his fingers, pumping them in and out of his hole as he squirmed and whimpered beneath him. Gnar’s cheeks were red, and Teemo smirked as he saw a bulge slowly forming in the front of the cub’s onesie. 


        Teemo pulled his fingers away and pressed his drooling tip to his hole, sucking in a deep breath before he let himself press his hips forwards and slowly sink into the sleeping yordle. Gnar gasped out in his sleep, but his shroom was doing its job, he stayed under even as Teemo groaned and gasped above him. He managed a few more inches, then halted his advance. Gnar’s walls were squeezing him like a vice, making it hard to move, but the tight, warm grip felt heavenly around his dick. 


        Even if all he could manage were shallow thrusts, Teemo was lost in the pleasure and the taboo of it all. His paws gently held onto Gnar’s tiny hips, keeping him steady as his dick pumped into him. He knew he wouldn’t last long. After all that build up, he was surprised he lasted as long as he had already. He pressed himself in as far as he could one more time, and shuddered as he began to unload into the cub. 


        Gnar panted and gave a tiny, breathy moan in his sleep as his walls constricted erratically around Teemo, as if milking him for all he had. Teemo’s tip began to fire off thick, warm ropes of his seed deep into him, which after only a few shots began to drool from his rear and pool on the sheets below. Teemo couldn’t have cared less about the mess he was making, all that mattered was the blissful feeling of filling Gnar with his load. 


        Teemo knew all that squeezing was Gnar cumming right along with him, but when he looked down to the throbbing bulge in the front of his onesie, he smirked as it looked completely dry. He guessed he was still a little too young. Peeling the unconscious yordle out of his dinosaur onesie proved more difficult than it looked, but once it was off, he hastily cleaned Gnar and the bedsheets up as best he could before settling back into bed with him. When Gnar woke the next morning, he’d have no idea what had happened and neither would Rengar. 


        As Teemo drifted off to sleep, it looked like any other ordinary night Teemo had watched Gnar. The two of them fast asleep in his bed with Gnar clinging to Teemo’s chest.