chickenhearted | the dreaded overflow

[ 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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