chickenhearted | the dreaded overflow

You know, when you deny it like that, it makes me think you really are into something weird.

[Dylas’ ears droop a little as if he’s somehow disappointed in Waver, but he’s really just teasing him. Besides, he was the one adamantly denying not being into anything weird just a moment ago. And he isn’t. Except for maybe that...one thing. Like hell he’s going to bring it up, though.

Once they’ve switched positions, once Dylas is on the bed, he clumsily undoes his own belt so he can shove his own pants to his feet, revealing tight, black cotton boxer-briefs that do nothing to hide the large bulge he’s already sporting. Waver is already familiar with the shape of Dylas’ cock, at least, but now his ears are flicking at the idea of Waver’s mouth being all over it. Fuck, this is going to be good.]

You’re, uh. Actually...this is my first one. That’s okay, right?

[He keeps his hands on his knees for now, makes sure his legs are nice and spread. His tail is pinned against his leg, a constant reminder to anyone connecting the dots that the size of Dylas’ cock and his equine tail are very likely related. There’s a pinprick of a stain already from prerelease. As soon as the underwear comes off, it’ll become very clear that Dylas is at full mast already, but his poor, struggling underwear aren’t doing a great job of hiding that fact.]

I'm not!! Cut it out!

[ This disrespect. And yet here Waver is, still totally into this. So he's definitely weird and in denial.

He likes Dylas down on the bed. Because even in this grown-up body he's still smaller than Dylas and when Dylas is down like that, he looks like the small one. For just a few moments, Waver can be tall and proud. And he is a little proud, to see that someone is this riled up and excited about doing things like this with him. Even if he's in a much cooler body right now.

He huffs through his nose, coming to settle between Dylas's legs, fingers curling into the boxer-briefs as he eyes the bulge underneath it. ]

It's okay. It's not like it's a big deal. [ It's a Big Deal. ] Alright then... here I go.

[ He's well aware that Dylas's cock is. Large. Like, he has definitely seen Iskandar's just because the guy was against pants and that was terrifying. This one is not a whole lot different. He tries not think about that, even as he rolls the underwear down and that thing pulls free. Tentatively, he grips it in his hand and holds it in place so he can lean forward and give it ... a test lick. ]

Hey. Don’t say it’s ‘not a big deal’ right when you’re staring between my legs.

[He knows that his cock is in no way small, not by any definition, but no man wants to be called ‘not big’ right when they’re about to get sucked off. Plus, he sort of wants to draw Waver’s attention to it. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he can get Waver to tell him how huge he is. He doesn’t know why he wants Waver to say it with that raspy, deeper, masculine voice of his, but as fingers dig into his underwear and start to free his cock he’s already throbbing at the thought of it.

His breathing is already a little rapid when he mutters out exactly what he wants Waver to do, hand reaching for his head. Fingers tangle in the man’s hair and apply pressure at the same time, ensuring Waver doesn’t back away now that he’s testing his tongue out.]

Tell me how big it looks.

[The command is forceful, but Dylas’ face is anything but. He can’t even make eye contact with Waver after making such a stupid statement like that. Why is being sexy so hard. He involuntarily pushes his hips forward against Waver’s mouth, shoving his cock right into the man’s face, and all he can think is that he was right—Waver’s face does really look good next to his dick.]

[ Oh jeez-- ]

That's not what I— I mean of course it's — You know what, I don't have to continue that.

[ He's going to save his adult self a little bit of dignity (if you can have dignity while being face to face with another man's dick) and focus on what he's doing rather than what he's already said.

With Dylas reaching for his head, Waver grumbles a little in protest, but he doesn't try to back away. He gives another tentative lick before he's about to just go for it. And then Dylas makes some outrageous request and he pauses to glare up at the "wolf" man. ]

I'm not going to say that.

[ He hmphs softly, and glances back down since Dylas isn't looking at him anyway. Yeah, Waver's not good at being sexy either. Not even a little bit. But he takes a deep breath and then parts his lips, taking in the tip of Dylas's cock and licking more properly now before he starts to take him into his mouth. It probably won't all fit, but he'll slowly take as much as he can, rubbing his tongue against the hot, sensitive skin. ]

[He huffs. Bossing Waver around a little isn’t something he can press, not when this is his first time in this position. A small part of Dylas actually thinks that maybe this will hurt—what if Waver, like, bites him or something on accident? But it’s a stupid worry. He trusts the kid-man, and Dylas’ trust isn’t something that’s easy to earn. It’s part of why he’s so comfortable being naked around Waver.]

Fine. But I know you’re thinking it.

[Fingers scratch Waver’s scalp as he speaks, but that’s about all Dylas can do besides stare. This is really happening, and it’s hot as hell. The way Waver licks so carefully, the way he so hesitantly opens his mouth...it’s hot as hell. The way Waver is so eager to please him and explore this new body with him, it’s all driving Dylas a little nuts. His tail can’t stop swishing where it’s pinned behind his leg, and he’s pressing his feet pretty hard into the ground from his seated position as the head of his cock disappears past Waver’s lips. His hips twitch, and he has to fight the urge to buck forward.]

Damn...that’s...yeah.

[His voice is already a little raspy, even if he’s not saying anything remotely sexy at all. He uses his free hand and runs it over his stomach, touching himself a little to feel a little more of that electricity.]

[ At least, Waver has no intention of biting Dylas there. If some teeth scrape a little, it's purely on accident. There will definitely be no chomping down though. That would just be weird. In either body, Waver couldn't live something like that down.

He just rolls his eyes that Dylas thinks he's thinking it (and he definitely is), getting to work on this whole dick-sucking thing. He tries to talk big, but he's just as inexperienced as Dylas. Kinda sad that the only dicks he's met are ridiculously huge though. Apparently he has a type.

And he can definitely feel his own cock pulsing between his legs, aroused by what he's doing despite the show he puts on about it. He begins to bob his head, slowly, almost hesitantly until he's more sure of how it's going to work out. Then he does so a little more confidently, pulling up to the tip to suck on that before taking the length back in.

He tries to get a little more of Dylas's cock in his mouth this time, feeling the muscles of his throat closing against it and trying to reject it. If his body is bigger, does that mean more will fit in his mouth this way? Hm.. ]

the dreaded overflow

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