chickenhearted | the dreaded overflow

[ 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. ]

[He can't believe he just did that. When Waver motions for him to stop, he does. If he's paying any attention at all to Dylas' face, he'll notice that his ears go flat like a pet that's done something wrong. He came into this wanting to keep things sort of business-like, but it turns out he's so touch-starved that it's impossible for him not to get more invested.

And Waver being so cute isn't really helping. For a moment, he wonders if he's been too aggressive in guiding and pulling Waver higher, but then he continues and that's as good a sign as any that they're still good, right? If Waver were mad, he'd stop jerking him off with those firm enough but soft hands?

Shit. He'd even moaned while their lips were together, hadn't he?]

Sorry. I'm, uh...

[The two words are muttered and then he decides not to elaborate any further. The embarrassment isn't enough to keep him from getting into this. He runs his hand down Waver's back, spreading fingers over smooth skin and resting it against his lower back. His hips keep moving. He knows he's getting close, and then at least they'll both be sweaty, sticky messes together.]

[ Waver does notice those ears, and finds it oddly endearing. He bites his lip a little to keep a smile from forming. It seems so inappropriate to smile right at this very moment. ]

It's okay...

[ He tries to sound as soothing as possible, but may just sound embarrassed still. It is okay, though. He's glad that Dylas is enjoying himself. He's glad they kissed. Right now, anyway. Later on he'd be dead mortified. But that's later on. Right now he's practically glowing from the flush over his skin and he feels needed and important as he moves his hand on this big cock.

He can tell that Dylas is getting close, and he's willing his own body to calm down because it's getting excited again. He gives a huff, and hurries his hand up a little, not actually sure if he should speed up or slow down or what. With the hand at his back, he arches slightly, further pressing his body against Dylas. It feels good though, so he keeps it that way. ]

[And to think, this is all just 'hand stuff.' It's Waver's face and his actions here that will haunt Dylas in the middle of the night from time to time from now on, forcing him into the bathroom to jerk off. Jungle fever or not, he's not going to be able to forget these faces, these feelings, the sounds, and just how accidentally sexy this brat on top of him his.

But Dylas finally comes. His climax is preceded with a gasp, some squirming, his hips moving erratically and hungrily as his cock searches for that last bit of friction that he needs. He finds it. He arches himself, at the same time pushing down on Waver's back as his cock erupts between and on both of them. Given the size of it and how rarely he tends to it, there's no small amount of sticky mess between them, on Dylas' stomach, on Wavers', and on his hand.

He continues to thrust his hips as he rides it out, gasping, panting. Between his legs, his tail is twitching.]

Fuck. Waver. You feel so good—

[ If it was more than hand stuff, Waver might have keeled over by now. Well, probably not, but he would have felt like it. He's going to be thinking about this for a while to come too, for better or worse, especially the look on Dylas's face as he comes. Waver fights shutting his eyes because he wants to see this. Maybe he's a pervert, but he can fret about that later too.

He keeps stroking while the climax is happening, trying to keep up with the erratic movement of Dylas's hips. He gives his own little "Mm!" as his back is pressed and his body slides against the other's. If he's not at least half hard again by the end of this, that would be impressive. Though he's still kind of willing his body to calm down as this is happening.

The sticky mess is a bit overwhelming, but at the same time, he's proud of it. He did this, somehow!! He of all people brought someone to their climax and it's an oddly wonderful feeling, one he wouldn't mind finding again sometime. But that's neither here nor there. He blushes again at those words and tries to hide his face against his shoulder. He says nothing, but continues stroking until he can feel Dylas start to relax again. Then he lets out a big sigh. It's content, though. A happy sigh, if you can call it that. Slowly he lets his hands fall away again, only subtly glancing at the mess on them and wondering what to do with it. ]

[Dylas is pretty proud of the sticky mess, too, actually. He feels like they both gave this a good run. Is that a weird thing to think? He's not sure. He's closer to 1,000 years old than he has any right to be, and this is his first time laying in bed naked with anyone. Anything could be the wrong action or the wrong thought, and without the focus on sex and Waver, his mind will have more room to doubt everything.

But some things are still easy to figure out. While his chest is still rising and falling from all the physical activity he's done in the last fifteen minutes and sweat still dripping from everywhere, he knows he wants to stick around and catch his breath. Without thinking about it, he gently pushes on Waver's body, pressing him against his own. He could be smart. It's still humid and impossibly hot, they could just...stop touching and cool off. But he likes this more. The mess can wait, or...just rub off onto both of them.]

Thanks. For not making me do that myself.

[His voice is quieter now that everything is calming down. He hasn't moved his hand from Waver's back. He's still clinging to him, almost defensively. The afterglow feels good, and he would rather lay here awkwardly and feel good about it than freak out at each other.]

[ Waver can't be sure whether they gave it a good run or not either, though it's because he's not nearly that old and he's very inexperienced. But he feels like they did a good job. And he's glad that things worked out the way they did in the end. When he thinks about it, running into Dylas over running into a stranger worked out spectacularly in his favor. Things could have been much more embarrassing or just flat out worse.

It is hot, and he's on the verge of getting aroused again, but Waver lets himself be pulled in closer. He lets the mess be made into a bigger mess, and he lets Dylas hold him there with his hand on his back. He likes it. He's not sure he wants to go back to being alone so soon. ]

I should... I should be thanking you. It's my fault this happened...

[ His cheeks get red just thinking about how this all started, but he has nowhere to hide his face but against Dylas. ]

[He gently moves his hand up and down Waver's back, but it doesn't stray far. He's just trying to be comforting somehow. Dylas isn't sure why, but he has the feeling Waver is in need of a little comforting. His thoughts are the same, too, he's glad he ran into Waver. It would be so much worse if were someone he couldn't bully.

He's just like that sometimes.]

Er...can't we just thank each other? We, uh. Both finished. That's...pretty good. No one owes anything.

[But he's worried he's going to get aroused again when he's had enough rest. He doesn't even know what a refractory period is called, but he knows one exists, and he knows Waver is still going to be laying against him when he feels up for it again at this rate. But that doesn't feel like a problem for now, it feels like a problem for later.]

I, uh...think you should stay here tonight. You're safer with me than anyone else who might feel...in the mood, right?

[The unspoken words are: we're probably still in weird jungle heat.]

[ The hand stroking his back grows increasingly awkward the more he thinks about it, so he tries not to think about it at all. This isn't embarrassing, it's just two dudes having a good time. Yeah.... totally normal. ]

Yeah... I guess. We can thank each other.

[ He's worried about the exact same thing. And he's thinking of dashing for his clothes and running away before another arousal fit can happen. But then Dylas says the opposite and he's pausing to consider that. ]

Eh?

[ Dammit, he hates it when Dylas is right. But he has a point. What if it happens again and this time he's not around anyone or he's only around bad people?! Because that sounds ridiculous, but that's actually Waver's luck. He doesn't accept it, but that's his lot in life. ]

.... Yeah. Maybe... I'll stay.

[He's going to leave out the part where he wants Waver to stay just because it feels so good. He should be shoving Waver to the floor and enjoying the cool air on his skin after that, but he wants to hold onto him a little protectively, images of everything they'd just done still so fresh in his mind.

Damn it. He really liked that.

His tail is pinned between his legs, but now it flicks against Waver's own every now and then. He exhales a deep, contented sigh, then immediately wonders if that sounded too sensual instead of relieved.]

I'm just watching out for you.

[Though with the way he's holding Waver, well...]

[ Waver should also be scrambling to the edge of the bed, collecting his clothing and going to clean up or something. But he finds that he can't really move. If he does, well, something will happen down between his legs and he would get awfully embarrassed over it. He glances up at Dylas's face and examines it quietly for a brief moment or two, then sighs again. He's more quiet about his sigh, but it's not a bad one either. ]

Yeah...

But um... I...I'm—

[ He's getting aroused again and he has no idea how to express it. It's not because Dylas is still holding him that way or anything to do with Dylas!! It's just.... the jungle heat. Yeah, that's totally what it is. ]

[Dylas sighs right back at him. Here they are, tangled up in each other, just a mess of sweat and sex. They sigh at each other. Waver clearly doesn't want to be there (or so Dylas thinks). But he's glad he is.

And Dylas can feel Waver getting aroused again. It's impossible not to. He's sort of surprised it didn't happen sooner. If it were him helping Waver finish second, he would've been hard in no time. He's not great at holding his body back, it just...everything happens so much.

But there's a pit in his stomach as he tries to tell himself that's not ideal, Waver getting aroused again, especially when he feels...excited instead.]

I'll take care of it.

[He's not going to be tsundere about it, either. It's a simple promise, and one he finds is too easy to make when he feels all warm like this.]

Until we're asleep, you're in good hands.

[Literally, and however many times it takes.]

[ Waver is very stubborn. He's kept his body under control for as long as he can. But the inevitable just happened instead. He can't hold it back anymore, and once again his body is hot with need and he's left feeling embarrassed and helpless.

Thankfully Dylas is kinda normal about offering to take care of it. It makes Waver feel a little better that he doesn't get teased or anything like that. Just plain and simple, he'd take care of it. ]

Yeah ... thanks.

[ He blushes but resigns to his fate for the evening. He'd help Dylas too, until they couldn't keep an eye open any longer. They're both stuck in this strange cycle, so it's the least he can do. ]

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