chickenhearted | the dreaded overflow

['The worst person to feel like this around' would be a badge of honor Dylas would happily accept in most cases. He particularly does not want to be that person right now. Or maybe he does? No, he doesn't.]

Wha—I'm not yelling! I'm helping!

[But is he? Even he's not sure. The seconds before Waver does something are excruciatingly long. His flesh feels warm, unpleasantly so, and not having that contact makes his tail and ears fidget even more than usual. When Waver finally does grab him and move close like that, it's only a small relief. It's...not enough.

And he doesn't like that it's not enough.]

How's this feel?

[He places his hands on Waver in return, placing them near the shorter man's hips so he can hold him close like that. He's only doing this to help, of course. He's not wishing he could touch skin instead of clothes. Definitely not.]

You're yelling, too!

[ He just has to keep pointing that out. Because it distracts from everything else embarrassing. Like the way he's holding on to Dylas and the way Dylas takes his hips like that and keeps him close. Even more embarrassing is that it feels good. And the ultimate embarrassment is that it's not good enough.

He lowers his head, as if he's trying to hide somewhere, but there's nowhere to hide. It's too late, they're doing this. He wants more, craves it, and he has no idea how to ask for it right now. ]

I ... still feel funny.

Then let's stop yelling. But if you yell, I'm going to yell twice as loud. My howl's worse than my bark.

[That's not how the saying goes at all? But he's trying to calm down. Trying to. This is exciting. He doesn't know why he's excited, it's not like he's particularly fond of Waver. He'd probably step in to defend Waver from a bully if he saw the nerd getting picked on, but that's not what's happening right now.

But if this isn't working for either of them...and Dylas head is a bit hazy, but not without ideas...]

Maybe you should try touching my ears. That might. That might calm you down.

[They flick a little. Aren't they enticing? They certainly look soft.]

Your howl's worse than your ba— [ You know what, no, he's not even going to bother. Right now it's not important that this guy can't get a saying right! Waver will just kind of trail off and nod, agreeing not to yell anymore for the time being.

He glances up at those ears and strangely, they do look kind of inviting. They never did before. In fact, he was probably building a prejudice against animal-eared people just because Dylas is so rude!! But now they look soft and ... very, very touchable.

Swallowing slowly, he reaches up and rubs them a little between his thumb and fingers. ]

Like... like that?

[They twitch nervously before Waver can even get their hands on them; it takes considerable effort from Dylas to get them to stay still, it's sometimes like they just move on their own.

He wants to ask what Waver was going to say, too, but he has a feeling that it should just be dropped. He's never asked anyone to 'pet' him before. And now that he has, he's sort of excited about it. It feels really, really good when Atsushi brushes his tail.

He exhales a breath he hadn't realized hew was holding in when Waver finally starts to rub them.]

Yeah. Like that. Doesn't that make you feel better?

[Because this totally isn't about him??? He closes his eyes and relaxes into the touch, pushing so slightly against Waver's hands that he doesn't even realize he's moved. After a moment, he makes a single sound.]

Mmmm.

[But it's not a 'yes' sort of hum, it's more like a stifled moan. The sound is, unfortunately for everyone involved, decidedly sensual. Dylas is definitely enjoying himself.]

[ He cups his hands around Dylas's ears, as if to soothe them into stopping from moving. Then he continues to rub them.

Oddly, it's kind of exciting to be rubbing them like this too. It makes his heart pound harder it seems, and his insides squirm a little more like hundreds of butterflies. This is weirdly erotic? And yet he can't stop himself from it. He just keeps going. ]

Ah... a little....

[ Or maybe it's just making it worse? He hasn't decided yet.

But then he hears that sound and he pauses for a moment, eyes wide. He just— yeah, he just definitely milked that sound out of Dylas. There's no mistaking the tone of that sound either. It turns Waver's face bright red. Yet he still doesn't stop. ]

Sh..should we really be doing this here?

[Fortunately or unfortunately, Dylas isn't even aware that he made a sound. He's just enjoying being petted. Once upon a time, hundreds of years ago, he didn't have ~~wolf~~ horse ears. They're a little sensitive reminders of when he used to be something else, something worse.

It just feels good to have them touched, that's the bottom line.]

No!

[He blurts the word out quickly. It's brought that heat that's coursing through his body, wrecking through his veins back to the forefront. His pants feel tighter than before—there's no naivete there, he's well aware this 'pup' is on his way to getting a full erection going.

He pulls back his head, the idea of going somewhere else with Waver somehow...very appetizing? He doesn't know. He wants to stay with him right now. It's hard to think.]

You're right. We should...pet each other. Elsewhere. If you want to. I mean...it can feel good for you, too. I think. In private.

[He's stammering, but he's moved passed "let's awkwardly touch each other" and is latching onto something more concrete in his head.]

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[ Waver's kind of glad Dylas didn't notice he made that sound. It may have made things even more awkward than they already are. And that's!! pretty awkward!! Deep down inside though, there's a small seed of pride blossoming because he was responsible for that noise in the first place.

But he's suddenly startled into letting go of Dylas's ears for a second as that 'No!' comes out so abruptly. He blinks a little, and then relaxes as he discovers he's not actually being rejected outright. For some reason the thought of rejection was really bothering him right now?

Like he actually willingly wants to go somewhere and have private time with Dylas. ]

Y-yeah. I mean... I do.... want to.

[ He turns a darker shade of red if that's possible, and looks down, kind of fidgeting his legs a little bit because oh god he is getting hard and now he has to move somewhere? How embarrassing. ]

[On one hand, he hopes his heart bursts and he dies of a heart attack. That would be nice. On the other hand, he's really hoping his declaration to 'pet each other' is met with the positive reception that they both need at this rate.]

Then let's go. Better to get it over with, right?

[But from the way his ears flick and how his tail swishes, it seems he's pretty excited (or at least anxious) about the idea. Luckily, it isn't hard to find somewhere private. A short walk, a small inn offering rooms just for people looking to come and spend a few hours. They don't even have to pay; it looks like the person manning the front desk has wandered off in search of a lay of his own and dumped the spare room keys for anyone to take.

It's a bit dubious, but as Dylas takes a seat on the bed he's sort of thankful for that. It's easier for him, probably both of them, to not have to talk to anyone else about this.]

Is this good enough, Waver?

[ It's kind of relieving to see that Dylas is as excited as Waver feels about this. At the same time, it's not relaxing at all, because he's so nervous and eager(?!) that he can barely think straight let alone relax. ]

Y-yeah... [ He nods, just following along almost clumsily as he's walking with a tent between his legs at the moment and it's extremely awkward.

Normally he'd put up a fuss about just grabbing a key from some dingy inn, but right now he can't bring himself to care about anything but settling down and ... touching again. He shuffles into the room and fidgets with his hands as he comes to sit awkwardly next to Dylas. ]

It's good enough... [ Somehow hearing his name actually used in a time like this only makes him blush harder. But he also looks a bit determined. ] I'd rather... get this over with.

[He's eager. He also has no idea what he's doing. For a grown man/former unicorn monster that's over seven hundred years old, he has very little experience with actually getting physical with people. Aside from fighting them. He's better at the 'punching' type of fisting than the other definition.

He's a bit surprised when Waver just sits next to him like that. He's not sure how to get into a better position for this, whatever this is, wherever this is going.]

If you don't want to do this, we don't have to.

[He places a hand on Waver's shoulder; it's undoubtedly heavy, made even worse by the fact that Dylas is trying to reassure him of something here.]

I know you're not my biggest fan. [But somehow, he still sounds mischievous and prideful when he says it. He just needs to make sure that Waver isn't going to change his mind if they keep going.] But at least you know me. That helps, right?

[ At least Waver also has no idea what he's doing, so he doesn't know that Dylas has no idea either? Waver isn't a physical type at all. Not until Rider came along, but that's another story.

He wasn't sure what else to do other than sit down. He certainly doesn't feel like standing with the way he's feeling at the moment.

But he only blushes harder as Dylas points out he and Waver aren't the best of friends or anything. He makes a good point though: he knows him. And that makes it a tiny bit better. He knows him, and he doesn't see many other options right now. So he simply shrugs after a moment, looking off to the side in embarrassment as he answers. ]

I want to do it... [ He kind of needs to do it, he thinks. ] So...so don't worry about things like that.

[He can see why Waver wouldn't want to stand. Dylas isn't that hard yet, no, his bulge is barely noticeable beneath his pants so far. But he's feeling hotter, and his body's feeling heavier. It's not a sensation he's familiar in the least.

While Waver is averting his gaze, Dylas decides to take off his shirt. It's sticky; he's sweaty, so it's only natural he should tear it off, right? His arms and upper body are marred with the occasional scar just like his face, and his body has some definite lean muscle to it.]

What do you want me to do with you? Can you...say it in your own words?

[He thinks he's throwing Waver a bone. "What do you want me to do?" is what he thinks he's asking. Really, it's a bit more selfish than that. He wants to avoid embarrassing himself. Speaking lewdly isn't his strong suit, it'd probably sound better coming from Waver.

He pats his friend(?)'s leg reassuringly, leaning against him if Waver doesn't make any move towards him after the shirt removal. His voice drops, and his ears lift a little as he breathes.]

Are you wearing something? You smell better than you did last time.

[ Waver peeks a glance up to Dylas as the other removes his shirt, and that only precedes to make him blush hotter if that's even possible. He idly wonders what those scars are from...what kind of person — or wolf or whatever the hell he is — Dylas actually is. He taps his fingers together nervously and looks away again.

He... he has to say it on his own? But it should be obvious right? Right?? Don't put him on the spot like this. Speaking lewdly isn't exactly Waver's strong suit either. He's about the least seductive creature on the planet, too.

Practically drowning in his own heat, he squeezes his arms together and tries to make himself as small as possible. Aside from that he doesn't stop Dylas from leaning against him. ]

I'm not wearing anything in particular. Um.... but I want.... you know.....

[ Why was this so embarrassing!? ]

I want you to touch me more...

[Dylas isn't trying to get Waver to speak lewdly, he's trying to get some direction. But he's not going to spell that out. Dylas sort of wants to pretend like he's still cool, even though up until now all they've done is bicker with each other.

But Dylas has fun doing that. He likes picking fights with people who can take it and argue right back with him. It feels familiar to him, like how he feels at home with certain people. They're points in his favor.]

Here. Sit here.

[He ceases leaning on Waver so the guy can move, but that's only after he pats his lap. Whether Waver chooses to sit facing him or sit facing away from him, that should give him plenty of ways to touch back, right? He thinks he can do this.]

[ Waver is wondering how on earth he got to this point right about now, but he goes along with it. It's not like he has any other choice.

He moves his eyes to Dylas's lap and hesitates for a moment, not really knowing what to do. Does he sit facing him? Away from him? Does he flat out refuse to do it because it's super embarrassing sitting in another guy's lap? Eventually, after swallowing slowly and pulling himself together, he moves.

He decides to sit facing away from Dylas, because it's slightly less embarrassing than staring straight at the other's face. He's light with his movements, not that he needs to be. Waver is scrawny and probably barely makes a dent when he finally plants his rear down on Dylas's lap. But he doesn't want to mess this up and have the guy make fun of him some more. ]

[It's fine how Waver decides to sit, though he's definitely going to feel a bulge. Dylas' pants do a decent job of hiding it, but that hardly matters when Waver's now sitting directly in his lap. He wraps an arm around Waver's waist to hold him, his breath coming out in short pants.

He feels a little wolflike. A little greedy.]

Yeah. This is good, right? I can touch you like this all you want.

[His face is so red as he pats Waver's leg with his other hand, feeling him, heading higher...there it is. His shirt. He slides his hand underneath it and up Waver's stomach before dragging it back down. He repeats the motion a second time, this time adding more force and sliding it higher.]

You're a little bony and a little soft. That's weird.

[But somehow his murmuring sounds appreciative, like he's noticing something for the first time. And he is.]

[ He doesn't say anything about feeling that bulge, and thank goodness for that. He's just mindful of it and actually a little relieved that he's not the only one...feeling things. He nods a little, still somewhat unsure, but sure at the same time. ]

Y-yeah...this is good.

[ This is definitely good. He likes the closeness and yet also the ability to hide his face from Dylas if he wants to.

He shudders a little as Dylas's hand sneaks up his shirt and slides against the skin there. It's cool compared to how hot he feels, and it's nice to be touched, so he can't help himself. He huffs a little at that commentary however, glancing back with a slightly puffed cheek. ]

I'm pretty sure that's not weird.

[ He's normal! He thinks. For a little guy. Someday he'll impress Dylas with his muscles, but for now, he's pretty content with this, putting a hand over Dylas's to encourage him to keep touching. ]

[Hey, so it turns out it feels good to have a guy sit on your lap. Dylas had no idea. He pulls Waver a little harder against his chest, rests his head on Waver's shoulder. He's making himself comfortable because...he feels comfortable. This feels really nice.]

It's weird.

[He reiterates that before chuckling to himself, finally realizing how ridiculous they must sound together. It's like he's arguing with himself. Deciding to relent, he speaks a second time as he continues to explore Waver's stomach, fingers splaying over skin in search of warmth.]

You're not that weird. Talking to you sorta reminds me of this idiot from back home, except you're not an idiot. He is, though.

[He wants to feel more skin. But how does he ask? He moves to help Waver take off his shirt, and if he gets permission that's fantastic, it means he can pull Waver back against his own bare skin again. Regardless, he asks a question after a moment of fidgeting, his breath low and husky in Waver's ear...completely unintentionally.]

Where else do you want to be touched?

[ Waver can't help the little wiggle of his hips as he's pulled closer. He bumps against that bulge in Dylas's pants and almost makes a sound of surprise. Luckily he catches himself. Dylas's face is so close to him that he's conscious of every little breath he takes, hoping not to put a single one out of place. He doesn't want to mess anything up or have Dylas run away and reject him. Rejection is the worst. ]

Is not.

[ He's childish enough to keep arguing about that, even though they do sound pretty ridiculous. But he softens some as Dylas continues. He's not "that weird"? That's kind of a form of acceptance, right? Except this business about being an idiot or not... ]

So how can I remind you of someone if we aren't alike?

[ He's distracted enough by the question that he's hardly embarrassed by having his shirt removed. He allows it and shivers a bit once it's gone. It's warm against Dylas's body, so he stays pressed up against him. As for where else he wants to be touched, well. Everywhere. He wants it everywhere. His skin is practically burning in want, and he's almost too shy to answer, but he knows that Dylas can't just read his mind and if he doesn't tell him what he wants, they might be stuck in this stage forever! He craves more, needs more, so that just won't do.

Squirming a little, he looks down as he drags Dylas's hand down between his legs. His words come out in a low mumble, like he's definitely too embarrassed to say it clearly. ]

Right here....

I dunno. You guys have the same kinda feeling.

[Doug is more fun to argue with than he is to talk to. Doug is also the biggest turn-off Dylas can think of right now, so he tries to force that stupid dwarf out of his head and focus back on Waver. There's no place for Doug in the bedroom.

He's a little surprised that Waver is being so cooperative. Getting his shirt off is a good thing, it means he can keep touching him. Occasionally, the hand on the arm he has around Waver's waist traces the skin around the waistband of Waver's pants. And when his hand is guided directly to Waver's crotch...it sends a jolt to his own. Hell, that's good communication and it's hot enough to make his stomach feel like it's knotting anxiously.]

Yeah, I've...I've done that before. I mean, I've...with my own hand. I know that feels good.

[Ignoring the fact that he just brought up that he jerks off, he cups Waver's groin with some firmness. His hands aren't rough enough to be painful, but Dylas has a tendency to use more strength than needed sometimes. It's like he doesn't know his own strength sometimes. But right now, he's being careful, stroking Waver's thigh and grabbing his crotch again. He forces his palm forward and pulls it back, almost like a cat kneading fabric.

'I'll take care of that for you,' Dylas wants to say to be supportive. Instead, he pulls his hand back and rests it on Waver's belt buckle and undoes it without tripping over his own fingers.]

Oh... I see.

[ Waver nods. He supposes he understands that. Should he be happy to be compared to someone at home? Probably not if he knew he was a huge turn-off. But maybe...

Before he can snap himself out of it and protest, his shirt is already off, and he can feel his back press against Dylas's bare skin. Admittedly it feels quite nice, but it's embarrassing all over again, and he kind of wants to hide his face away. He tilts his head forward so some of his hair at least gets in the way.

Just in time, too, since Dylas talking about masturbation pretty much gets him to turn red as a beet. One more embarrassing thing and he just may explode! ]

D-don't... don't say stuff like that!! I know it feels good— Ah!

[ His words get snipped off when Dylas cups him like that. It's firm and sudden enough that he can't help a sharp gasp from tearing from his lungs. It sends electric streaks running through his whole body. Yes, this is what he wants, he's sure of it. He squirms a little as Dylas moves his hand, biting back another noise.

He wants to run and hide still, but he doesn't stop the other from undoing his belt. The need to be touched outweighs the need to disappear forever, luckily, and so he endures it. ]

[It all boils down to Dylas feeling sort of comfortable being around someone he yells at and who yells back at him in return.]

I'm not great at talking about things. You don't have to be when you're a wolf.

[He has to wonder if he's done something wrong after Waver tries to lean his face forward like that. His ears and tail flick, questioning his own actions out of sight. But if he keeps working on what feels good for Waver, he's sure it will keep feeling good for himself, stumbling over words or not.]

H-hey! I was trying to be comforting. How the hell am I supposed to know what you want me to say, [he gropes Waver again, fingers searching out a bulge and firmly tracing its outline] Waver?

[But the belt is off and thrown aside. He doesn't move from where he's sitting but shoves the pants down as best he can, awkwardly. Eventually, he'll get them shoved down enough so Waver's only remaining clothes are his underwear, but Waver might be able to help him if he stands or shoves them off himself.]

I can't exactly sign that I'm going to jerk you off. I'm behind you.

You're..making that up...

[ Waver mumbles, feeling almost good enough that he's losing the fight in him.

He spares a glance back at Dylas and huffs softly, as if trying to chide him but it comes out kind of weak. ] W-well it wasn't comforting, it was embarrassing! Aah, ah... [ Being groped sure does take away your sharp edges when you're trying to scold someone. He's practically melting into Dylas's touch, and even the sound of his own name being used sends shivers down his spine. ] Not...fair....

[ It takes him a minute to catch on to the fact that helping with his pants would be a good idea. By the time he does, they're sort of shoved down awkwardly, and he moves his hips up so they can be pushed down even more. He's already embarrassed to his peak, so taking off his pants is not such a big deal. Dylas obviously knows what's beneath all that fabric anyway.

Once his pants are taken care of, he settles back down on Dylas's lap... ]

Fine...fine... you can tell me what you're doing.

I'm not. And it wasn't embarrassing until you decided it was for both of us.

[But of course he's making this stuff up. And none of this is fair. Truth be told, he's glad Waver is the one undressing and baring himself like this. Dylas doesn't think he'd have as easy a time doing it himself. This position holds a lot of power for him; he controls everything they're doing, but he can do it without undressing or showing off his face.

For now.

With just underwear left, it's easy for Dylas to get a hold of Waver's cock for real. He presses his thumb against the head, humming to himself as if lost in thought. It's not an unfamiliar angle to him, not with Waver in his lap and facing forward. And the way Waver sounds when he gets flustered is starting to make his own erection throb in his pants, ignored.]

It's a bit late for that, Waver. I'm going to slip your dick out and help you finish.

[He traces fingers over the outline of Waver's penis before doing exactly as he says, slipping his hand beneath Waver's waistband without so much as a second thought. He holds it beneath Waver's underwear for now, groping both his cock and his balls with one hand now that he's here. His face is so red. Hell, holding someone else's dick feels kind of good in a weird way?

A few moments later, he's lifted Waver's erection out to finish stroking him to full length, the underwear remaining right where they are otherwise.]

Tell me if I do anything you don't like. [In a rare show of emotion that isn't combative or lust-fueled, his ears droop and he rests his forehead on the back of Waver's head.] I don't want you to hate me for this.

[What the fuck is this? Why does he feel closer to the scrawny bastard than before?]

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nsfw starts here kind of

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I hate how slow I am

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