chickenhearted | the dreaded overflow

[ Dylas is wise not to say certain things out loud. It's bad enough that he points out the sounds that Waver's making. That gets him to burn red again, from his toes to his scalp. Has he really been making noises?! He's barely even noticed! He can't even help it, because it feels good and he doesn't know what else to do with himself! ]

That... that's embarrassing! [ That's his firm declaration that he's not going to make anymore sounds.

Except he totally is.

Dylas is slicking him up, and he twitches, catching a moan in his throat. ] Ah...nngh! [ He squirms a little bit, backing his ass up against Dylas, effectively rubbing against his erection. That moan comes all the way out of him however when his balls are tugged at. That's a new sensation he wasn't expecting. He gasps and shudders, rolling his head back.

Yeah, this is definitely better than using his own hand. He's not going to toot Dylas's horn by praising him, but his body is doing an awful lot of talking for him. ]

Yeah. But it's embarrassing for you, so that works out pretty nicely for me.

[From anyone else, that might have sounded like banter, but Dylas means it so genuinely that it's not as funny as he thinks it is. But much as he'd like to be above it all and continue to retain control, all that writhing and squirming gets a reaction out of him that's more than his slight panting and low voice.

He huffs out a soft moan directly into Waver's ear and presses his hips forward at the same time. There's not much satisfaction to get out of grinding his heavily confined bulge against Waver's ass, but even that slight amount of friction brought on by Waver's movements is enough to make him feel hungrier.]

So, you liked that? Hah.

[He rests his head against Waver's shoulder again, focusing just on the sounds as he toys with the younger man's balls again. He holds them just a bit tighter, pulls for just a second longer, rubs the skin between his fingers before moving it back up to Waver's cock to keep jerking him. He switches up his rhythm now and then, sometimes slowing his hand to a stop and just holding Waver out of a desire to get him squirming again.]

That's not— Ah...hah...

[ His argument dies when another wave of pleasure drives over him, eyebrows lifting and expression dissolving into one of helpless surrender. It's not fair!! But there's nothing he can do to stop it. He's definitely driven by his emotions at the moment and they're taking him all over the place. Even that moan against his ear is arousing to him, though he'd never say it aloud!! He likes that little nudge of Dylas's hips too, and rewards with another grind back of his own hips. It's terribly lewd, he thinks, but he just... wanted to do it.

He doesn't even answer that question, because of course he liked it! It's too embarrassing to admit out loud. His breath comes out unevenly, almost as if he's trying to hold it and failing. He can feel pressure building up in the very pit of his stomach, and he knows if Dylas keeps up what he's doing, he's not going to last much longer at all.

Except sometimes the guy just stops and holds him, and it does get him to squirm, gasping softly as his body writhes back against Dylas's. ]

K... keep going!

[ He manages to chatter out through his teeth, his voice breaking slightly. It's very difficult to sound composed at the moment, and yet he tried his hardest. ]

[There's still a tiny, tiny, tiny part of him that thinks it would be sort of amusing to stop and let Waver deal with the rest of this on his own. It's the part of him that's a bully and would get a little bit of a laugh from this. But he's not nearly that much of a sadist to actually go through with it, fortunately for Waver.

And he sort of likes how it feels for him, too, there's that.]

Sure thing. I'm going to... [He tries to think of something sexy, but a few pants escape his lips while he thinks.] ...get you off real good.

[That's good, right? It's good enough for now. He runs his fingers down the length of Waver's shaft again, pulls at his testicles for that bit of pressure from before, and then grips his cock harder than he has so far. He builds up to a newer, faster rhythm that uses Waver's slickness to their advantage. If before he was teasing Waver a little, now he's being relentless—no pausing, just a hand jerking him, a hand for Waver to thrust into while Dylas grinds against him from behind.]

[ Waver would absolutely die if Dylas did that to him. He'd never trust anyone to touch him again in fear of the rejection. It's a good thing Dylas has a little bit of a heart!! And it's a good thing he kind of likes how it feels for him too, because Waver is honestly worried about that. It seems like this should be something both of them are ... feeling good about??

He flushes at the words and how blunt and unsexy they are, but doesn't say anything about it. He's too far gone to argue the little things. So it has to be good enough for now.

He flinches a little as the pressure increases, and the speed as well, but he soon gets into the rhythm and even moves his hips more. He's eagerly seeking out that friction, panting as he does so. And his efforts are peppered with little moans and gasps as he works. All that stroking, and with Dylas grinding against him too, it doesn't take much longer for Waver to reach his limit. He lets out a strangled cry and arches his back hard, fingers reaching for something to grasp onto. ]

I... I'm ready, I—! [ He doesn't know what to say as he teeters to the edge of his climax and gets ready to fall over it. ]

[It's a good thing he's one notch above being a total asshole, then.

The sounds continue to drive him crazy, not that Waver can really tell. He can't see how Dylas' ears flick and turn to hear those syllables as best he can, nor can he see how Dylas' eyes have slowly become more lustful, half-lidded from pleasure and lust.

But as someone who's held his own dick in his hands and done the same thing, he can tell Waver is getting close. Or maybe he's wrong, but he doesn't feel wrong. His mind races for ways to keep this feeling for Waver, and he finds himself pressing his lips to Waver's neck during the last few seconds. There's nothing for Waver to grab onto except the arm around him and Dylas' legs or the sheets beneath them, but then Dylas hears Waver saying he's ready and—

It feels so different when someone else is cumming in your hand. The way Waver's cock throbs as his climax is reached doesn't feel quite the same for a number of reasons, but it still feels good in Dylas' grip. He wonders if that's a normal thought—that he likes the feel of a penis in his hand. And he keeps holding on, determined to keep pumping Waver's cock until he tells him to stop, until he's rode out his orgasm as much as he can. The state of Dylas' hand or wherever else the cum may land are of little concern now.]

[ He definitely can't see how Dylas is responding to these things, but he knows he's hoping that the guy is enjoying this as much as he is. He can tell at least with the way they grind together that he's feeling something at the very least. So that'll make him feel better when he reflects on this event later.

Because he will reflect on it later.

He can't think about anything right now though as he cums hard, vision bursting into whiteness until he can barely see straight. He finds Dylas's arm and clutches onto it pretty hard until the climax begins to ebb away. Then he lets his hands drop down loosely and he slumps back against Dylas with a loud sigh. He's totally spent, and the way that hand kept moving all through his orgasm didn't help either. He isn't aware of the mess yet, because he'd be terribly embarrassed then. No, instead he's just sort of blissfully unaware as he waits for his body to calm itself and enter the afterglow. ]

[So, that's it. It's all over.

...Dammit, it's not over. Dylas' hand is sticky and he holds onto Waver even more tightly with the arm around his waist now that he's calming down. He doesn't have to worry about Waver going...limp and sliding off his lap, does he? He doesn't want to. He's more worried about how he still feels like he's going crazy. He's still hard. He can feel the slickness of prerelease in his underwear prison. He wants to pant and to touch himself and to be touched, and...and...

Fuck, he hates this.

He wipes his hand on the bedsheet next to them.]

You need to get off of me.

[The silence is broken after a minute or two when Dylas can't take it anymore. He's shoving a tooth against his tongue to try and keep himself a bit more focused, but it's a losing battle.]

It...it needs to breathe.

[Let his penis be free, Waver.]

[ Waver thinks it's over. He temporarily forgot about the hardness of Dylas's cock in the excitement of his own release. It's not intentional, he's just swept away by all the stimulation.

Reality comes crashing down on him when Dylas speaks again. It?...OH, It! Going red from his chin to his scalp, he quickly scrambles off the other's lap and onto the bed. ]

S-sorry!

[ He truly does feel remorse for Dylas's penis.

For a moment he's just fighting inward battles with himself but eventually, he looks shyly at Dylas again and clears his throat. ]

Do... do you want me to help you?

[ It's only fair.. ]

[There's a list of things Dylas never thought he'd be impressed by, but Waver scrambling onto the bed so quickly with his pants off or...around his ankles or wherever he left them is one of them. But here they are.

He doesn't turn his gaze towards Waver much, he just looks over his shoulder. When he looks back at the wall in front of him, he exhales a pant that could only come from someone lewdly touching themselves.

He can't help it. His erection is very obvious in his pants, and squeezing it, palming it feels impossibly good. It takes considerable effort before he stops to answer Waver's question.]

I want to handle this on my own.

[But whether Waver finds that insulting or not will have to wait, because Dylas keeps talking. He lowers his voice, ears and shoulders drooping at the frustration he feels.]

But I don't feel like that's going to be enough.

[He feels like his body on fire, but aside from the very basic pleasure he's deriving from touching himself? It doesn't feel satisfying. Having Waver in his lap had been satisfying. It's a different sort of hunger than masturbation is, one that has him feeling a little ashamed since he feels it so strongly.]

You, er...don't mind, do you?

[ His pants probably fell off somewhere in the scuffle to get off of Dylas's lap, to be perfectly honest. Never underestimate the speed at which you can move when you're really embarrassed.

He only turns redder as he hears that pant, but perhaps the most embarrassment comes from hearing that Dylas wants to handle it on his own. At first, Waver feels a deep sense of shame for even asking. Because of course, who would want Waver's help?

Except Dylas keeps talking, and suddenly he finds himself sitting up, blinking slowly curiously. Wait, so he does want Waver's help? Now he's stricken with a bit of fear suddenly, with the realization that he's never really done this before and doesn't know what he's doing anymore than he did when he was in Dylas's lap. And yet, he swallows slowly and attempts to calm his nerves. He attempts to reason all this out in his head. Dylas was kind(???) enough to help him with his ... problem. It's only right that he should help Dylas with his. So of course he doesn't mind, right?

Slowly, he shakes his head, even if he's not being looked at at the moment. ]

I don't mind...

[It's not that he doesn't want Waver's help because of Waver. Dylas doesn't really have well-defined tastes when it comes to what kind of people he enjoys 'being' with, but Waver somehow manages to fall in that criteria. Maybe it's because he likes to bicker with him, or maybe it's because he could see himself protecting Waver if a different bully came along.

Or maybe it's because Waver isn't unattractive.

It's all about how embarrassing this is still. Primal feelings are gone without someone in his lap. His brain is attempting to re-focus, and he manages to feel the awkwardness of the situation again somewhere behind the throbbing between his legs. He palms himself again.]

Fuck.

[The word, though muttered under his breath, is husky and full of want. He looks over his shoulder at Waver, ears flicking uncertainly. So, they're going to keep going...but how? He turns back in front of himself and kicks off his shoes, guides his tail out of the loop on his pants before shoving those off and letting his tail flop behind him. His back is still turned but his bulge is even more impressive when it's just his underwear.

There's no horse joke to be made here. He's. A wolf. Yeah.]

What do you wanna do about this?

[ Dylas isn't exactly out of Waver's criteria for this kind of thing either, but he may not be aware of that himself. That, or he's in flat denial which is very likely.

The sound of Dylas touching himself sends prickles up the back of his neck. That one word says a lot, even to Waver who can be oblivious to these types of things. He can tell how much in need Dylas is, and he really does want to help. He just doesn't know how to help him exactly. Should he just return the favor by stroking him off the way he did it for Waver? Or does he ... want something else? What all is Waver even prepared to do? He hasn't asked himself that yet, and he wouldn't be sure of the answer.

He watches shyly as Dylas works his pants off, eyes falling to the bulge in his underwear kinda automatically, despite his embarrassment. Shit, he's big. Waver gulps. He's had big dicks literally waved in his face before, but it's no less intimidating like this now. ]

Ummm... well. Can I...touch you?

[Even Dylas knows that one syllable was loaded; it surprised even him. His cock is restrained effectively by a pair of black boxer-briefs, though near the head is where it's the darkest—it's an obvious stain of prerelease, visible if someone is really looking for it. He palms himself again, trying to be more subtle about it, unaware that Waver is watching him more closely. He huffs more quietly this time.

He really can't take it anymore. He's snapped out of it by Waver's question, and he finds himself nodding and dragging his second hand in front of his face before he actually speaks.]

Y-yeah. It's driving me crazy. I can't...

[Fuck. Fuck, his mouth is so wet, and he can't stop fidgeting. If he could get his tail to slow down, he would, and he adjusts his seat on the mattress for what feels to him like the 800th time in the last minute. He's hungry for this, and it's a new feeling for him.]

I can't stop thinking about how nice that was. Having you in my lap was...sexy. [He's literally never used that word before, and he half-expects Waver to burst out laughing.] I want you with me again.

[And all sorts of lewd thoughts...or maybe...sexually healthy thoughts are occurring to him. He's held back on sex for so long, but it feels really, really good. And it's just hand stuff.]

Come on. Don't just...stay far away from me like that.

[But instead of pleading, there's a hint of urgency, command to his voice that wasn't there before.]

[ Waver's not looking too hard. He's actually trying not to look, but kind of failing. It's just... it's there, and it's big and it's hard. He bites his lip a little as Dylas goes to touch himself yet again, leaning forward on his hands. ]

Okay. I... [ He'd do it. But he has to pause and blush fiercely as he's told his sitting on Dylas was sexy. That's a new one. No one ever associates Waver with "sexy" he's pretty sure. He can't even think to laugh, he's just almost...confused.

But he doesn't have time to ponder it long as Dylas is suddenly using a command to get him to come closer. It was Waver's plan in the first place, so he snaps out of his stupor and slowly climbs back toward Dylas until he's right next to him. He tentatively places a hand on the guy's shoulder and looks at him, gulping softly. ]

Should I ... sit on you again? [ Maybe facing him this time, so he can touch... ]

[He doesn't regret the word choice in the moment, but it may come back to haunt him. He exhales a held breath, trying to keep himself calm, but he really wants to be touched. The longer he goes without touching himself, the more he feels like he's got a case of blue balls. It hurts being this aroused and not doing anything with it.]

What? You want to do that again?

[And making eye contact, too? He would call Waver "bold" if he knew he was thinking such perverse things...]

...maybe if I sit against the headboard? Will that be comfortable for you?

[That would move them farther back onto the bed, but it would mean they'd have more room and more support, right?]

[ Waver at least moves with some sense of urgency. He doesn't want to leave Dylas hanging, exactly. He knows what it's like to be painfully aroused, after all. But he blushes hard and then nods his head. It's not that he wants to, it's just that he would, if Dylas wanted him to! Yeah, that's it. ]

Yeah... I think that would be good.

[ He's picturing it now, and it seems like a good plan. That way he'll have room both to sit on and to touch Dylas without being too cramped. Leave it to Waver to analyze this stuff in the heat of the moment.

He'll wait for Dylas to scoot up there and then follow him, carefully climbing over him until he's putting his weight down on the other's lap. It does feel a little "bold" for him, but he's trying not to think too hard about it. This is about Dylas now! ]

Yeah.

[That's all he can say to that. Further acknowledging how hard it is to reach a decision between them would only make him look and feel stupider, so he pushes himself back on the bed until the headboard is against his back. Once there, he sits with his legs open. It accentuates his strained underwear even more—with the legs on each side of his 'problem,' his body is framed in such a way that draws the eyes downward and directly in the center of him, or his groin.

He carefully maneuvers his tail behind him, using a hand to ensure it's comfortable and pointed to the side and not bunched up beneath him where he might hurt himself. And then Waver is quickly climbing over him. Dylas is a little surprised still that his first instinct isn't to flinch or tense. He feels a certain fluidity, one that has him placing a hand on Waver's back and inviting him inward.

His breathing is heavy. He's not sure what move he should be making. It was easier before when he was making the decisions, even if they were awkward and probably not the best ones he could have made.]

You're so warm. You comfortable? I, uh...you moved in pretty quick. I appreciate it.

[And so does his ever-throbbing dick.]

[ Now that he's in position, he can feel the embarrassment settling in. He's facing Dylas, and of course he's still got no pants on, so Dylas can see everything. He hesitates right then and there on Dylas's lap and contemplates hiding beneath the blanket. But that would be awfully cruel wouldn't it? He can't bring himself to do that to his not!friend. Besides, Dylas is already putting a hand at his back and more or less keeping him there.

He swallows hard and looks over the situation.

Right, that underwear. Looks uncomfortable. ]

Huh? Oh...yes, I'm f-fine.

[ But he reaches for the waistband of Dylas's underwear and begins to peel it down, losing eye contact along the way. ]

Can I just... move this...?

[ He doesn't really wait for an answer and continues what he's doing, until his fingers graze Dylas's dick and he's suddenly pulling it free of those cloth confines at last. ]

[He likes this more and more the longer this goes on. It's an idle thought at first, a recognition that he's moving from a place of power to one where he's not as in charge. It had been easy for him to jerk Waver off, to grind against him and pant in his ear. He wasn't exposing anything there aside from inexperience. But this, moving to having hands reaching for his underwear, leaves him feeling anxious in a way that's thrilling and arousing.]

Go for it. I can help--

['if you need it,' he might've said, but his cock springs from painfully confined to fully erect and present as soon as there's not enough fabric to cover him. As his bulge had suggested, he's not only long, but he's thick as well. A bead of precum drips from the head as Dylas gasps and shudders. He reaches for his dick at first, wanting to start jerking himself off, but he has to trust Waver for this. He moves his hand back, nodding urgently, happy to have his dick in someone's hand. It feels more electric than the last time he jerked off.]

Yeah. [Panting.] Yeah, this is alright.

[ Waver shakes his head awkwardly. He doesn't need help. Doesn't...want it, really. He wants to do this himself. And it is indeed terribly easy to release Dylas's cock from its confines. Waver gulps softly as he sees its size and girth, but he's in it to win it now and he has to move forward. It's not like he hasn't seen a big dick before.

Leaning forward, his hands trembling slightly, he wraps his fingers around the length and slowly begins to stroke. He puts some of his weight down on Dylas's lap, trying to ignore how naked he still feels and how embarrassing this all is.

But then he kinda starts getting the hang of it. His hand begins to move with a rhythm, and he grasps the shaft a little more firmly than before, a little more assuredly. He smears the precum with his fingertip, using it to slick the path of his hand so it moves with more ease. He sneaks shy glances at Dylas to see how he's reacting, and perhaps seeking a bit of approval too. ]

[Dylas would be embarrassed, too, if there situations were reversed. If he were moving over Waver, naked and flaccid and spent from earlier, he would feel exposed and vulnerable. But that's not his position. He's hard and panting and turned on, and he's very glad to be here, thanks. It's taken all night, but he has a growing appreciation for the situation that's now reflected by the cock between his legs.

And he's grown to think Waver is kind of sexy, too, being as clumsy about this as he is. What the hell is wrong with them?

He hisses through his teeth before letting out a low moan.]

That's...yeah. I like. That.

[He likes having a hand on his dick, but what kind of man doesn't? He would kick himself in the head if he knew how bad his dirty talking is. Dylas shifts, pressing his hips forward against Waver's hand and gasping as the younger man builds up a rhythm. Dylas can't look away in shyness anymore, this is...this is really sexy, someone fighting past their awkwardness to do this for him just like he'd do, like he did for Waver.

He finds himself hoping Waver gets hard again. If they have to solve this problem a few times tonight, it wouldn't be so bad.

Dylas' eyes are half-lidded and lustful as he bucks his hips. He bites his tongue, not wanting to cum early after all of this build-up. Next, he needs to move his hands. He wants to touch Waver more. He grabs his arm and pulls him closer, hoping to pull Waver so he's over Dylas' body more.]

[ Waver might keel over and die if anyone called him sexy ever. But right now he's just trying his hardest not to think about how exposed he himself is. This is about Dylas, so he should focus on him. Then it's less embarrassing that way. That's a good thing.

He can't help but smile a little, hidden smile when Dylas says he likes what Waver is doing. That's very encouraging, even if Dylas's dirty talking is terrible. At least it's good for something.

He swallows slowly and continues what he's doing, stroking more meaningfully now and a little bit quicker. Not too fast though, that would look ridiculous he thinks. It is kind of attractive though to see someone reacting in such a way to things that you're doing. He likes it. It's very possible he could become hard again over this.

Especially when Dylas grabs hold of him and pulls him closer. His body does indeed go over Dylas more, their chests nearly touching. And he blushes madly, but doesn't stop moving his hand. It's warm like this, almost too warm, but he kind of likes the closeness. It makes him feel... wanted. Not that he'd ever admit to that in a million years. ]

[Dylas would never admit it, either. It feels good. Years of being a prude and pushing others away have been erased by one night in this jungle city, and all he can think about is how good it feels. Waver has a firm grip on his cock and is working it impressively even if Dylas has nothing to compare his efforts to.

Maybe he deserves this, he finds himself thinking even in the midst of everything else. Maybe he deserves to be touched and wanted, too.

It's while he's distracted with pushing his hips into a waiting hand that he makes a big move without thinking about it. Waver is so close, so close he can feel the younger man's breath on him, and it's distracting—he reaches out to lift Waver's head and puts a stop to that by firmly pushing his lips against his in a sloppy kiss, but not an ineffective one or one without hunger or lust.

His ears shoot up comically as he realizes what he's done, but it just makes him want to lift Waver again so that they're positioned more like a loving couple would be, one directly over the other.

He can regret this in the morning. But for now, he wants Waver to feel as good and safe as he does.]

[ It does feel good. Feeling wanted is the best part about it, probably, though Waver isn't thinking about that much yet. Right now he's focusing hard on Dylas and on doing this Right, moving his hand how he thinks he'd like it to be done, and hoping for the best. So far Dylas isn't making fun of him or anything, so it seems to be going good?

He thinks he's getting the hang of it, not even noticing his own breathing really, until Dylas picks up his chin and suddenly draws him in close. The kiss is completely unexpected, but not unwanted? It makes his heart speed up like crazy. So fast, he almost thinks he's going to faint. He doesn't though. He just tentatively pushes back into it. He's blushing furiously, especially as that 'tentative' becomes more decisive.

He hasn't been kissed too many times in his life, so his hand motions stop for a second while he's distracted. But he quickly realizes this and goes back to stroking Dylas firmly and quickly.

He'll definitely regret this too. But for now, he kind of likes it this way... feeling like an equal, feeling like this is something they wanted to do instead of something they're just forced to deal with. ]

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