[Five is perhaps a little too quick to scoff at the suggestion.]
Please. Any rejection I might be feeling, I'm placing squarely on the shoulders of my ridiculous Natural Soul. Which I guess is part of why I wound up here... I suppose it's making me crave company more than I would otherwise.
[That's something Four can relate to, as much as he still wishes he didn't. He and his own Natural Soul are... at something of an uneasy peace, these days, but Four's distaste at the way its impulses try to run his life is still there.
Despite that, despite himself, he turns toward Five at his admission rather than away. In his assigned hotel room, on his bed, Five is in his personal space--and now Four is in his. His eyes stare right into Five's, unblinking with intense scrutiny. His suspicion has finally rooted thoroughly enough within his mind to sprout words.
First the original Elan, and now this roommate of his that he likes but is hiding from...]
[Five isn't even looking at Four at the moment he leans in, so when he turns his head and Four is right there, he startles a little. Identical green eyes blink a few times in quick succession, nakedly befuddled by the scrutiny he's suddenly being subjected to.]
Imprinted company...? Duh. What kind of question is that to ask someone you've bonded with, anyway?
[Five huffs and crosses his arms, turning away again, adopting a pouty inflection next.]
Hmph... It's almost like you suspect me of having ulterior motives or something...
[oh buddy, you're not the one with ulterior motives
Four doesn't move any closer, but he also doesn't move away, lingering there in that awkward space too-close to Five's own face. His eyes stay locked on Five, even after Five turns away. He feels buzzing underneath his skin, a craving for something, the sense memory of every fleeting ghost-touch he's felt since he awoke here blending together and pulsating into want. That enduring closeness with another person, that intimacy--he knows Five has experienced it. He saw it himself. Why can't Four? Is that what he's craving?
All that has ever touched him has been temporary. Now that imprinted company has walked into his space, he wants something that stays. Is that the difference between him and Five? The willingness to just do what he wants?
Four leans in closer and slowly, deliberately places his hand on Five's arm. Bonded contact. They're very close now; Five will be able to feel Four's breath against his face. Again, he asks, and this time it's almost a plea:]
[One ear twitching, Five hears the soft rustling that comes from Four shifting closer. His breathing stalls and he tenses, ever so slightly, as he feels Four's breath on his face... And his eyes widen just a hair as slow-dawning revelation comes to roost.
Suffice to say the outward reaction he has to the reveal of Four's intentions is, overall, incredibly subtle. Far subtler than what he's actually feeling inside, anyway... Which for the record, is mostly shock, and maybe a little bit more alarm than one might expect from a guy who often acts so flirtatiously...? But, soothing heat blooms through his skin from where Four's fingers rest atop his arm, and their shared Imprint quickly washes away those reactive fears.
A beat passes, and then Five puts his hand atop Four's, lightly holding it in place as he turns to face him. He takes his time repositioning himself, slow and deliberate, until they're both breathing in each other's faces. Five's eyes, sharp and inquisitive, then search the depths of Four's.
Five is the type of guy whose brain is almost always just tick tick ticking away a ludicrous pace. Even in a post-Peil life, it's just habit; his is the mind of a tooth-and-nail survivor, always alert, cautious, scheming, constantly assessing every new scrap of information he can gather for possible threats or opportunities. He's still rolling the echo of Four's near-plea around against his emotional palate, analyzing the flavor of it. Is there a hidden threat here? A trick? To what end? He can't think of one... And, to be honest, he'd much prefer if there wasn't.
So. Maybe, for once? He won't look quite so hard for a reason to doubt.]
Alright... I see what you're getting at.
[Finally he speaks up, murmuring quietly, lifting his hand off of Four's to carefully cup Four's chin with it instead. Its touch is scaly, and those deadly claws at the tips (which Four is so intimately familiar with,) are very much present... But his touch is also surprisingly warm. And he's become quite adept at keeping those talons close but always clear of the precious things he doesn't wish to bring harm to.]
I have to say, I'm a little bit surprised? I didn't think you had much interest in that kind of thing...
[A thought brushes up against the periphery of his mind... The phrase "fucking like bunnies", specifically. Is it really Four that's propositioning him...? And if it isn't, does that matter?]
[Five's claws against his face does send an instinctive frisson of terror down Four's spine, even as he shivers with the desire for more contact, and if anything that clinches it. Twin impulses of fear and want entwine and fuse together into the instinct to move, and Four follows that instinct by surging forward and crushing their mouths together instead of responding.
It's clumsy and unpleasant. Four has never done this before, never even seen anyone do it even in the context of fiction, it's not like he watches movies--all he has is a smear of borrowed memories and a vague, conceptual understanding of his own wordless craving. He presses forward anyway with a low, desperate noise in his throat, his hands coming up to fist into Five's shirt and keep him from pulling away despite the crudeness of the kiss. He's small enough that the motion also pulls him further into Five's space to press against his chest, like he's trying to maximize their point of contact. His whole body suddenly feels like it's tingling with fever.]
[A very short, startled grunt is Five’s immediate reaction, but he doesn’t try to stop Four or chase him off. Just, alright! It’s surprise after surprise here today! Some part of Five can’t help but be a little bit proud and maybe even pleased that Four actually wants something for once? AND that he’s taking the initiative to claim it for himself... Eeeeeven if his kissing needs a lot of work. Five certainly isn’t an expert in that art himself, despite what he may (or may not) have claimed in the past... But he does indeed have leaps and bounds more practical experience at it than Four does! (Thanks Kalim.)
Maybe that’s why he’s also content to just let Four go to town for a moment; he doesn’t need to turn this into a competition because he knows he COULD wrest control, if he wanted to. Instead, he’s happy to let Four just play in the sandbox and dictate the terms of the engagement, cautiously and only occasionally guiding better habits by example.
The hand he’d had on Four’s face has already shifted down to his torso instead, brushing lightly down his side. And after a minute, he tucks his OTHER arm under Four’s butt, before full-on scooping him onto his lap. Five flops back against the bedroom wall with a pleased growl, settling in: Four can pin him like this. Corner him. He doesn’t mind. If anything he imagines it’ll let the guy feel much more comfortable, if Five isn’t hovering over him like a terrifying predator…]
[How thoughtful of Five, because that would have been a mood killer. As they shift over, Four finally breaks the kiss to breathe, only to nuzzle into the crook of Five's neck. His skin is on fire; every touch makes him shiver, Five's claws in his fur the best thing he's ever felt. He's already half-hard, and the shift of fabric against his sensitive skin sends a bright shock of arousal through his whole body that finally makes him stop still, breathless, his head resting against Five's shoulder.
At last it occurs to him what an insane thing he's doing. He's aware this would be humiliating by most people's standards, but Four doesn't really care. He's more fascinated in a detached way by the functions of his body, the impulses that brought him to this point. He tries to think of a good reason to stop and can't really come up with one. It would feel good. It's what his body wants. Why not? Why not? Why does always deprive himself of things--what is he afraid of?
Instead all he can think, as he hangs there, unsure what to do, is that if there was anyone else who could truly understand this--the futility of maintaining dignity in bodily function, the detachment from a body that isn't truly yours in the first place--it would be another enhanced person.]
[Five both understand perfectly, and also not at all. Same problem, similar hangups, but VERY different coping mechanisms. What Five does, is he takes the lack of ownership he feels, and he rebels against it wherever and whenever he can. This body, this existence, can still be his, as long as he keeps scheming circles around the forces that would say otherwise. Any joy he wrings out while fucking around in it? That is in gleeful spite of the man whose face he wears and the corporation they both used to be associated with.
Four, he assumes, is simply not used to allowing himself any joy. In the past he would have scoffed at that, but... Maybe blame their imprint for this, he's just not feeling as judgemental of this guy and his houseplant tendencies as he used to? He almost feels more inclined to help, if anything... To show him that there's still a way to live a life that's enriched and thrills with irreverence at their circumstances.
His claws are well-trimmed, but he uses his knuckles to stroke the back of Four's neck anyway, being careful not to aggravate whatever remains of those recently self-inflicted wounds. Five pauses for a moment, trying to guess at what Four's actual hesitation is before he asks or suggests anything.
Unfortunately, instead of coming up with any profound sounding advice, a suggestion escapes containment.]
...I could try blowing you, if you want.
[He says it so casually. No hesitation at all.]
You don't even have to do anything that way... Just let me help you feel good.
[The hand he has on Four's rear shifts slightly, so he can stroke the base of Four's little cottontail with one finger. Gentle circles, slow and steady.]
[Four inhales sharply, shuddering as Five strokes the back of his spine. From the way Five is helping and his own natural soul's eagerness, he's practically fully hard, the sensitivity and pressure nearly painful as he keens into Five's neck. His arms tremble with the effort not to just rut pathetically into Five's side.]
How do I-- How-- [Under the heady blanket of lust enveloping him, Four can't possibly pull together the question he really wants to ask: how does he know this is him, and not his parasite? How does he tell the difference? Is indulging this, no matter how much he wants it, crossing a line he can never come back from somehow?
Eventually, he pulls back just enough to look Five in the eyes--his own expression is the same as always, except for his pupils blown wide.]
What... should I do?
[It's Five's choice whether to interpret this as what choice should I make or how can I facilitate this happening. He means both.]
[Well, Five can't exactly tell him which choice to make. Or rather, he could, but he won't, because that's not actually his style at all? To facilitate Four's ability to make his own choices, choose his own preferences, live his own life... That's the kind of satisfaction Five seeks from this.
That said... Four is also really fucking cute like this. It's pretty rewarding to see him getting all flustered and overwhelmed? Like, yes, compared to most people, what he's demonstrating is barely anything. But it's the little glimpses that are so tantalizing... Getting to chip away and see through the tiny cracks in the Ice Prince's mask.
Five really wants to shatter that thing... Like, in a wholesome and positive way. (For now.)]
Well...
[He purrs, still stroking Four's tail slowly.]
If you do want me to, you'll have to let me up first. Then, go ahead and sit yourself on the edge of the bed... You've shrunk down so much thanks to your Natural Soul, that's probably the easiest way to deal with the height difference. And theennnnnn...
[He grins cheerily.]
Just let me take care of everything from there. You don't have to lift a single finger...! Unless you want to, that is...
[Every run over his tail wears down his resistance. It's getting harder and harder to think of reasons not to do this.
Five has always seemed to engage with life much more easily and readily than Four. Perhaps, if Four wants to do the same--if he wants to really understand what it means to be alive--then he should follow Five's lead.
Maybe it will hurt--in the metaphorical sense, if not literal. But if it does, it can't be worse than anything Four has already experienced. And maybe it will be worth it even so. How can Four know unless he lets this happen? Unless he sees for himself?
Wordlessly and without breaking eye contact, his breath in shallow pants, Four shifts down and off of Five's lap. Slowly, he comes to sit on the edge of the bed as directed, supported by his trembling arms.]
He has to admit: this is not where he saw his day going when he first woke up this morning. But he's also not complaining... No, this is exciting for him in its own way. At the end of the day, what he sincerely wants for Four is for him to learn to enjoy life, including physical pleasure. So what if his body is a permet-ravaged carbon copy of someone else's that's also now half lapine? There's no reason that should exclude him from enjoying the occasional orgasm.
Once Four removes himself from his lap, Five sits up, stretches languidly, and slides off the bed to situate himself. Perhaps it's the fact that Four is clearly already so out of his depth that Five finds he is able to approach this with such confidence. Folding his weird dino legs into a kneeling crouch, he glances up briefly and gives Four a saucy little wink, before working to free his erection from the confines of his pants.
It's literally the moment he finishes this that his syntrofos suddenly begins to buzz. Grunting with mild annoyance, he fishes it out of his satchel and glances at the caller ID.
Hmm.
Five decides Kalim can wait. He hits the ignore button, tucks the syntrofos away, and turns his attention back to Four.]
Sorry about that. Now, where was I...?
[All said and done, it doesn't take terribly long. For Five, treating Four to this is almost more... Experimental in nature, than anything; it's a neutral act, he's far more invested in letting Four have the experience than he is in getting any pleasure out of it for himself. And hopefully it is a good experience; Elan got the brunt of Five's first attempt at sucking dick while minding these new sharp teeth of his, so things are already set up to go a lot more smoothly...
Once finished, Five wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of one hand, and then sits himself on the bed right next to Four... He primly curls his tail around himself, settling in as casually as if he's just come back from getting the mail or answering the door or something. Job well done, if he does say so himself!]
[Four remains statue-still while Five fusses with his phone, his eyes trained on Five's every movement. During the lull he's entranced by the surreality of the proceedings, by the almost dreamlike experience of doing this with someone with the same face as him, a face that belongs to neither of them. It only highlights how truly different they both are from Elan. He would never do something like this; he's too selfish.
Then, as Five sets to work, Four stops thinking entirely. He's quiet the entire time, his fingers twisting through Five's hair with reflexive strength, the only sounds he makes the rough gasping of his breath as Five brings him to climax. It's not long at all before orgasm rocks him, his entire body locking as he comes in Five's mouth.
He doesn't move as Five gets up, only tipping against him as he sits down, Four's head coming to rest against Five's bicep and his eyes sliding closed. For once, it's a pleasant haze that he finds himself in, his skin tingling and his thoughts fuzzing out in the rush of post-orgasm hormones. For the first time, maybe, he understands the appeal of hedonism, if the result is this soothing absence of thought.
If he's supposed to say something now, he doesn't know what it is. So he stays silent, just breathing as they sit together for a while.]
[Five glances when he feels Four's head come to rest against him. The smug satisfaction and petty spite he'd indulged in by impulsively doing something sexual with someone other than Kalim... That immediately melts away, in a way he wasn't expecting. Like... Damn. Look at that... That's actually kind of cute of Four? Hmm.]
...Here.
[He nudges Four with that arm very slightly, only so he can pull it free and put it around his shoulders instead. He's letting Four drift or regain his senses or whatever it is he wants to do, while nestled between his side and the crook of his arm.
Indeed, it seems Five doesn't actually expect him to say anything... Or even do anything in return. He just pulls out his Syntrofos to finally respond to Kalim, typing with one hand and idly stroking Four's hair and ears with the other.
Maybe from the start, all he actually needed from this visit was the chance to bestow his affection on someone else.]
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Please. Any rejection I might be feeling, I'm placing squarely on the shoulders of my ridiculous Natural Soul. Which I guess is part of why I wound up here... I suppose it's making me crave company more than I would otherwise.
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Despite that, despite himself, he turns toward Five at his admission rather than away. In his assigned hotel room, on his bed, Five is in his personal space--and now Four is in his. His eyes stare right into Five's, unblinking with intense scrutiny. His suspicion has finally rooted thoroughly enough within his mind to sprout words.
First the original Elan, and now this roommate of his that he likes but is hiding from...]
What kind of company do you mean?
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Imprinted company...? Duh. What kind of question is that to ask someone you've bonded with, anyway?
[Five huffs and crosses his arms, turning away again, adopting a pouty inflection next.]
Hmph... It's almost like you suspect me of having ulterior motives or something...
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oh buddy, you're not the one with ulterior motivesFour doesn't move any closer, but he also doesn't move away, lingering there in that awkward space too-close to Five's own face. His eyes stay locked on Five, even after Five turns away. He feels buzzing underneath his skin, a craving for something, the sense memory of every fleeting ghost-touch he's felt since he awoke here blending together and pulsating into want. That enduring closeness with another person, that intimacy--he knows Five has experienced it. He saw it himself. Why can't Four? Is that what he's craving?
All that has ever touched him has been temporary. Now that imprinted company has walked into his space, he wants something that stays. Is that the difference between him and Five? The willingness to just do what he wants?
Four leans in closer and slowly, deliberately places his hand on Five's arm. Bonded contact. They're very close now; Five will be able to feel Four's breath against his face. Again, he asks, and this time it's almost a plea:]
What kind of company?
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Suffice to say the outward reaction he has to the reveal of Four's intentions is, overall, incredibly subtle. Far subtler than what he's actually feeling inside, anyway... Which for the record, is mostly shock, and maybe a little bit more alarm than one might expect from a guy who often acts so flirtatiously...? But, soothing heat blooms through his skin from where Four's fingers rest atop his arm, and their shared Imprint quickly washes away those reactive fears.
A beat passes, and then Five puts his hand atop Four's, lightly holding it in place as he turns to face him. He takes his time repositioning himself, slow and deliberate, until they're both breathing in each other's faces. Five's eyes, sharp and inquisitive, then search the depths of Four's.
Five is the type of guy whose brain is almost always just tick tick ticking away a ludicrous pace. Even in a post-Peil life, it's just habit; his is the mind of a tooth-and-nail survivor, always alert, cautious, scheming, constantly assessing every new scrap of information he can gather for possible threats or opportunities. He's still rolling the echo of Four's near-plea around against his emotional palate, analyzing the flavor of it. Is there a hidden threat here? A trick? To what end? He can't think of one... And, to be honest, he'd much prefer if there wasn't.
So. Maybe, for once? He won't look quite so hard for a reason to doubt.]
Alright... I see what you're getting at.
[Finally he speaks up, murmuring quietly, lifting his hand off of Four's to carefully cup Four's chin with it instead. Its touch is scaly, and those deadly claws at the tips (which Four is so intimately familiar with,) are very much present... But his touch is also surprisingly warm. And he's become quite adept at keeping those talons close but always clear of the precious things he doesn't wish to bring harm to.]
I have to say, I'm a little bit surprised? I didn't think you had much interest in that kind of thing...
[A thought brushes up against the periphery of his mind... The phrase "fucking like bunnies", specifically. Is it really Four that's propositioning him...? And if it isn't, does that matter?]
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It's clumsy and unpleasant. Four has never done this before, never even seen anyone do it even in the context of fiction, it's not like he watches movies--all he has is a smear of borrowed memories and a vague, conceptual understanding of his own wordless craving. He presses forward anyway with a low, desperate noise in his throat, his hands coming up to fist into Five's shirt and keep him from pulling away despite the crudeness of the kiss. He's small enough that the motion also pulls him further into Five's space to press against his chest, like he's trying to maximize their point of contact. His whole body suddenly feels like it's tingling with fever.]
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[A very short, startled grunt is Five’s immediate reaction, but he doesn’t try to stop Four or chase him off. Just, alright! It’s surprise after surprise here today! Some part of Five can’t help but be a little bit proud and maybe even pleased that Four actually wants something for once? AND that he’s taking the initiative to claim it for himself... Eeeeeven if his kissing needs a lot of work. Five certainly isn’t an expert in that art himself, despite what he may (or may not) have claimed in the past... But he does indeed have leaps and bounds more practical experience at it than Four does! (Thanks Kalim.)
Maybe that’s why he’s also content to just let Four go to town for a moment; he doesn’t need to turn this into a competition because he knows he COULD wrest control, if he wanted to. Instead, he’s happy to let Four just play in the sandbox and dictate the terms of the engagement, cautiously and only occasionally guiding better habits by example.
The hand he’d had on Four’s face has already shifted down to his torso instead, brushing lightly down his side. And after a minute, he tucks his OTHER arm under Four’s butt, before full-on scooping him onto his lap. Five flops back against the bedroom wall with a pleased growl, settling in: Four can pin him like this. Corner him. He doesn’t mind. If anything he imagines it’ll let the guy feel much more comfortable, if Five isn’t hovering over him like a terrifying predator…]
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At last it occurs to him what an insane thing he's doing. He's aware this would be humiliating by most people's standards, but Four doesn't really care. He's more fascinated in a detached way by the functions of his body, the impulses that brought him to this point. He tries to think of a good reason to stop and can't really come up with one. It would feel good. It's what his body wants. Why not? Why not? Why does always deprive himself of things--what is he afraid of?
Instead all he can think, as he hangs there, unsure what to do, is that if there was anyone else who could truly understand this--the futility of maintaining dignity in bodily function, the detachment from a body that isn't truly yours in the first place--it would be another enhanced person.]
Definitely NSFW.
Four, he assumes, is simply not used to allowing himself any joy. In the past he would have scoffed at that, but... Maybe blame their imprint for this, he's just not feeling as judgemental of this guy and his houseplant tendencies as he used to? He almost feels more inclined to help, if anything... To show him that there's still a way to live a life that's enriched and thrills with irreverence at their circumstances.
His claws are well-trimmed, but he uses his knuckles to stroke the back of Four's neck anyway, being careful not to aggravate whatever remains of those recently self-inflicted wounds. Five pauses for a moment, trying to guess at what Four's actual hesitation is before he asks or suggests anything.
Unfortunately, instead of coming up with any profound sounding advice, a suggestion escapes containment.]
...I could try blowing you, if you want.
[He says it so casually. No hesitation at all.]
You don't even have to do anything that way... Just let me help you feel good.
[The hand he has on Four's rear shifts slightly, so he can stroke the base of Four's little cottontail with one finger. Gentle circles, slow and steady.]
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How do I-- How-- [Under the heady blanket of lust enveloping him, Four can't possibly pull together the question he really wants to ask: how does he know this is him, and not his parasite? How does he tell the difference? Is indulging this, no matter how much he wants it, crossing a line he can never come back from somehow?
Eventually, he pulls back just enough to look Five in the eyes--his own expression is the same as always, except for his pupils blown wide.]
What... should I do?
[It's Five's choice whether to interpret this as what choice should I make or how can I facilitate this happening. He means both.]
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That said... Four is also really fucking cute like this. It's pretty rewarding to see him getting all flustered and overwhelmed? Like, yes, compared to most people, what he's demonstrating is barely anything. But it's the little glimpses that are so tantalizing... Getting to chip away and see through the tiny cracks in the Ice Prince's mask.
Five really wants to shatter that thing... Like, in a wholesome and positive way. (For now.)]
Well...
[He purrs, still stroking Four's tail slowly.]
If you do want me to, you'll have to let me up first. Then, go ahead and sit yourself on the edge of the bed... You've shrunk down so much thanks to your Natural Soul, that's probably the easiest way to deal with the height difference. And theennnnnn...
[He grins cheerily.]
Just let me take care of everything from there. You don't have to lift a single finger...! Unless you want to, that is...
i don't have icons for this lmao!!!
Five has always seemed to engage with life much more easily and readily than Four. Perhaps, if Four wants to do the same--if he wants to really understand what it means to be alive--then he should follow Five's lead.
Maybe it will hurt--in the metaphorical sense, if not literal. But if it does, it can't be worse than anything Four has already experienced. And maybe it will be worth it even so. How can Four know unless he lets this happen? Unless he sees for himself?
Wordlessly and without breaking eye contact, his breath in shallow pants, Four shifts down and off of Five's lap. Slowly, he comes to sit on the edge of the bed as directed, supported by his trembling arms.]
It's fine neither do I :')
He has to admit: this is not where he saw his day going when he first woke up this morning. But he's also not complaining... No, this is exciting for him in its own way. At the end of the day, what he sincerely wants for Four is for him to learn to enjoy life, including physical pleasure. So what if his body is a permet-ravaged carbon copy of someone else's that's also now half lapine? There's no reason that should exclude him from enjoying the occasional orgasm.
Once Four removes himself from his lap, Five sits up, stretches languidly, and slides off the bed to situate himself. Perhaps it's the fact that Four is clearly already so out of his depth that Five finds he is able to approach this with such confidence. Folding his weird dino legs into a kneeling crouch, he glances up briefly and gives Four a saucy little wink, before working to free his erection from the confines of his pants.
It's literally the moment he finishes this that his syntrofos suddenly begins to buzz. Grunting with mild annoyance, he fishes it out of his satchel and glances at the caller ID.
Hmm.
Five decides Kalim can wait. He hits the ignore button, tucks the syntrofos away, and turns his attention back to Four.]
Sorry about that. Now, where was I...?
[All said and done, it doesn't take terribly long. For Five, treating Four to this is almost more... Experimental in nature, than anything; it's a neutral act, he's far more invested in letting Four have the experience than he is in getting any pleasure out of it for himself. And hopefully it is a good experience; Elan got the brunt of Five's first attempt at sucking dick while minding these new sharp teeth of his, so things are already set up to go a lot more smoothly...
Once finished, Five wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of one hand, and then sits himself on the bed right next to Four... He primly curls his tail around himself, settling in as casually as if he's just come back from getting the mail or answering the door or something. Job well done, if he does say so himself!]
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Then, as Five sets to work, Four stops thinking entirely. He's quiet the entire time, his fingers twisting through Five's hair with reflexive strength, the only sounds he makes the rough gasping of his breath as Five brings him to climax. It's not long at all before orgasm rocks him, his entire body locking as he comes in Five's mouth.
He doesn't move as Five gets up, only tipping against him as he sits down, Four's head coming to rest against Five's bicep and his eyes sliding closed. For once, it's a pleasant haze that he finds himself in, his skin tingling and his thoughts fuzzing out in the rush of post-orgasm hormones. For the first time, maybe, he understands the appeal of hedonism, if the result is this soothing absence of thought.
If he's supposed to say something now, he doesn't know what it is. So he stays silent, just breathing as they sit together for a while.]
On this weird and mysterious note...🎀
...Here.
[He nudges Four with that arm very slightly, only so he can pull it free and put it around his shoulders instead. He's letting Four drift or regain his senses or whatever it is he wants to do, while nestled between his side and the crook of his arm.
Indeed, it seems Five doesn't actually expect him to say anything... Or even do anything in return. He just pulls out his Syntrofos to finally respond to Kalim, typing with one hand and idly stroking Four's hair and ears with the other.
Maybe from the start, all he actually needed from this visit was the chance to bestow his affection on someone else.]