[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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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.]