[Aak does turn around in the limited space they've got once Broca follows him. The time between Broca's last statement and the next seems like forever. Aak's not used to being patient. When he has to wait for a solution to filter out he usually starts a few new things. In close quarters and with nothing but bad things on the brain he's just thinking,]
[... his chest is right there. He got to feel from the back but not from the front. He could probably untie the towel, too. No, that would definitely be too detectable. Acting without a plan was what got him here in the first place! But was getting here actually a good thing?]
Oh. Yeah, if we tried sitting you'd probably get a leg cramp. [Since Broca was huge, after all...]
... So, [even with his heartg beating out of his chest, it's his nature to talk casually] Should I be facing this way, or?...
[he turns his shoulder a bit. It's no like he has experience knowing which is the better of the two. He just feels the need to ask to try and show he knows the difference.]
[ The good news for Aak is that he doesn't have to worry about untying the towel, because Broca's untying his own towel instead. The big guy is making a lot of assumptions here based on the fact that Aak clearly didn't just have something in his pocket, he readily padded after Broca into this room, and he's responding to that vague-ass comment in a way that makes perfect sense to Broca.
It's basically the same thing as discussing and agreeing to things, right?
Look, if Aak decides to bail, he will eat crow on this one. For now he seems unbothered enough as he frowns down at Aak, trying to figure out just how and what they're even going to be able to get up to with limited space and supplies here. ]
[There was definitely some agreement of what was happening. Even if Aak wasn't 100% sure, he assumes there's only a handful of things that could be happening. And, well, right now, he was down for most of them. Broca drops the towel and he's nearly immediately staring down between them.]
[While Aak had bothered to at least keep covered on the walk, there's not a need for that here. Trailing down his furry torso there's eventually the distinct flash of pink. His erection has unsheathed and is pressed up against his lower pelvis. He's not really reoccupied with his own, of course. If they were both here, if this was happening...]
[Aak leans in another centimeter in the close space they're sharing, hand coming down to cup and examine.]
So, this is what you're working with, huh? Not bad.
[The distraction also helps minimize the desire to even try and read any cues or understanding from Broca's expression. It'd keep his hands literally full for the moment.]
[ It might be for the best that Aak's distraction is keeping him from trying to go off of facial cues here, because this may very well be the least expressive a man has ever been while having his junk fondled. It's not even that he's got a problem with Aak's approach to this, but sometimes the resting murder face really doesn't budge for much.
It's the ears that give more away, perked up and alert as he takes in both the physical indication that Aak is interested and ready for whatever it is they decide to get up to, and actions that really drive the point home. ]
Mm.
[ Which is barely a response to the compliment, but how does one usually respond to someone giving you a vague compliment about your dick? One that, like the rest of Broca, might be a lot more typical (ie human-like) looking than Aak's own, but that doesn't solve the problem that standard cock or not, they don't exactly have lube here, and Broca is still at least proportional.
Now that they're clearly on the same page though, Broca will point out the obvious. ]
We probably can't actually fuck in here though.
[ Well, maybe the same page. Broca is still making assumptions based on past experiences about how this would go down, but it's clear he's trying to metaphorically step back and recalibrate at the moment. ]
[There was basic anatomy and then there was the atmosphere in the air from the pheromones. Sure, he could extend his thumb and finger to get an accurate measure of the side. He could get a good idea of the circumference. With a few hours and a search engine he could understand exactly what degree to compliment a cock. Instead, though, Aak was just caught up in the feeling of wanting to press their bodies together in whatever way was most convenient.]
Laaame, [he complains when Broca states the obvious.]
[There was the picture in his head, some porn-flick-esque getting pounded and it feeling amazing. The reality, though, would be an awkward struggle of where to put their bodies and real possible harm he'd have to lay in bed recovering from.]
[He leans forward, pressing his head against Broca's chest. It's a strangely docile gesture from Aak. Perhaps he's just a bit satisfied from being so close to the source of the pheromones. Perhaps he's just pre-occupied lazily sliding his hand up and down the shaft of the world's most stoic man.]
[ The response gets a small snort of what is almost a laugh from Broca. Considering he was the one that shuffled them into this stall in the first place, it's not like he's overwhelmed by the fact that they'll have to find other ways to take care of unexpected urges. Still, he's had sex with men before, and going in raw is rarely a good idea or a particularly enjoyable experience for either party.
Aak might have to lay in bed recovering, but Broca could also potentially be dealing with uncomfortable chafing. Maybe a sore dick isn't on the same level, but it's not something he really wishes for himself.
This isn't so bad though. Maybe not enough to really satisfy his urges, but enough for his skin to start to break out into goosebumps as Aak's tentative exploring begins to turn into something more. He reaches up to rest a hand on the back of Aak's head, fingers carding through the fur to rub against his scalp.
It all feels a lot slower and softer than what he's used to, and there's an itch under Broca's skin to press ahead. When he's not failing to say enough to offer clarity to a situation, Broca is at least very upfront. One might argue too upfront sometimes, because in moments like this he can do a great job of really killing any attempts at building atmosphere. ]
I could just blow you.
[ Is he good at blowjobs...?
... Admittedly probably not. His experience is very limited in this area, but he can probably fumble through one without using teeth at least. It's something to consider, as he offers an alternative. ]
Or jerk you off.
[ Return the favor for what Aak seems to be doing now. ]
[From Aak's perspective, they were negotiating here. There was a time and place to just piston your hand up and down and go to town. It probably wasn't here. Maybe? Right now he had a lot of data to collect about how this sort of thing shook out. Broca's the one with the actual experience.]
[there's a pause at the blunt suggestion]
Ha! [he can't help but laugh at it, for a few reasons,]
A big guy like you? [On his knees? For all the info he did have, that combination just seems funny to him. Funny, but also,]
I wanna see that! [also, the image was thrilling. The back-alleys of Lungmen were all about the strong making the weak submit. The power-play of having someone older than him, stronger than him, someone who by all accounts should be able to do whatever he wanted, sucking him off was intoxicating.]
[ The image that Aak conjures in his mind might be slightly different than the one that comes to Broca's own. Broca's always been a flunky of some sort of another. Even in his own group of friends he was happy to not make the decisions, and didn't feel particularly comfortable having leadership responsibilities. As long as it doesn't scrape up against something he's uncomfortable with, he's perfectly content to submitting to the whims or wills of others.
But the moment Aak says "A big guy like you?" he's not thinking about the power play happening here.
He's thinking about the space and the logistics. Aak might have meant it gleefully, but Broca's now considering it practically, and he hums out a sound of agreement, not realizing that he's not actually agreeing to the right thing here. So while the quick plan he concocts does still involve Aak looking down on him, it might not exactly be what the other Feline had in mind.
Without word or warning, Broca reaches down to grasp Aak's wrist gently, stopping his movements, and pulling his hand away. It's frustrating to stop someone from touching him like this, but he did make the offer, and he should stick with it. That detail taken care of, he starts to squat, looking like he really is about to get down on his knees in front of Aak.
Only to wrap his arms under the back of Aak's upper thighs and hoist him up... up... up until his head is definitely peeking out over the top of the stalls, kind of ruining the whole point of privacy as he walks Aak back a couple of short steps so the smaller man's back is against the wall. ]
Put your legs on my shoulders.
[ He figures this should take care of the space issue just fine. It's definitely getting his face up close and personal with Aak's own cock even before they've properly situated themselves for this. ]
[While Aak had definitely caused trouble for Broca before it's painfully clear he doesn't actually know Broca. Knowing someone was secondary to seeing them as a potential test subject. However, that way of looking at the world is showing a lot of weaknesses right now. For example, he's getting the idea that Broca is move-first discuss-never but that doesn't get him any closer to predicting the moves.]
[And while he maybe envisioned getting picked up, the height was definitely unexpected.]
[Aak can't help but yelp, which doesn't help him suddenly feel very easily seen as his head peeks out over the edge of the stalls. There is an instinctive kick of panic before he at least realizes he's not going to fall. Broca's muscles were as reliable as he pinned them to be. When Broca does decide to say something, it's as if this is a totally normal next step.]
You know, there's wanting to not hurt your knees, but this is pretty ridiculous... [he grumbles a bit]
[Aak will half brace himself on the wall and also spitefully brave himself by putting a hand down on Broca's head. That will let him pull his legs up without giving Broca any more unintentional claw scratches. The brief panic made him a little softer but there has still been a barbed cock just there. Thankfully it wasn't enough to, say, catch on skin or something similar.]
[And once he's settled he does stop pressing down on Broca's head, instead placing one guiding hand near his upper ear. Maybe he'll give scritches for a good job.]
[ Decisive actions were what generally got Broca through life. Admittedly most of those decisive actions were guided by other people's more carefully thought out plans, but without those people here to give him direction he was just going to have to wing it.
Which in this case means Aak now has to suffer Broca's idea of a reasonable course of action. It's funny that he didn't even consider how uncomfortable the tile might have been on his knees, as much as he thought about how tightly he'd have to scrunch his body up in order to fit without spilling into the stall next door. Even this method doesn't fully keep them all tucked away tidily inside the confines of the stall, but going over somehow seemed preferable to Broca than going under.
Possibly because he's not the one currently sticking out of the top.
Besides, Aak is small enough that this is not that uncomfortable for Broca, especially with the wall to take some of the pressure of Aak's weight off of him. It all means he's not particularly sorry for this decision, and the vague hum he offers in response in lieu of an apology probably gives that fact away.
He'll at least stay still as Aak adjusts himself, holding steady as a post while Aak shifts to get his legs over his shoulders and into a more comfortable position. He doesn't even fuss about the hand resting on his head, assuming it's there for stability purposes anyway, though the ear Aak settles on resting his hand near does twitch at the ticklish sensation.
No, no apologies coming from Broca, but at least Aak isn't left to stew in any agitation for long before Broca ducks his head forward, giving an exploratory lick to the head of his cock, trying to get a feel for the barbs on it, and just how much care he was going to have to take here. When his tongue slides across them without feeling more than a rough texture, he decides he's good to go, and with no warning or more preamble, wraps his lips around the head of Aak's cock, one hand reaching up to press against his lower back and encourage him forward. ]
[If Aak keeps his focus on the top of Broca's head, then maybe he won't think about how he's clearly visible to anyone looking from a distance. He couldn't even hope that he didn't stand out. Especially among the newer residents of the casino, these "Wildcards," there were hardly enough Felines to shake a stick at. If he thought about it too much he might start to get paranoid.]
[Thankfully, there's a pretty damn distracting mouth between his legs.]
[This wasn't remotely how he ever considered getting his first blowjob. There is definitely an advantage, though. The pleasure of inexperience glosses over Broca's lack of bedside manner and, you know, the fact he was holding him up on display. Aak doesn't need much encouragement to press forward into Broca's mouth. There's a little kick of his leg as a muscle fires unintentionally.]
[He curls over a bit to both ignore the world around them and feel closer to the scent. The hand near Broca's ear stays more cautious, perhaps even gentle. The other hand grasps firmly and tightly at the hair above the older man's neck. If his nails drag against the other's skin, he can't care right now, and besides those were the blunt nails.]
Shit... [he can't just stay quiet or, worse, only moan. Still, the amount of thoughts he can vocalize right now are extremely limited.]
[ Consideration for Aak's plight hasn't been given a lot of thought here. The chances aren't zero that someone will spot Aak up there, and if someone really does, the chances are very good that they'll recognize Aak in a future encounter. Not only are the number of Felines here relatively low, but most of them aren't nearly as fuzzy as Aak himself.
The boy is very, very recognizable, and Broca isn't doing much of anything at all to help him keep a low profile right from the start.
May this somewhat serviceable blowjob act in lieu of an apology, because that's probably the best Aak is going to get out of him. Though from the kick of the leg, and the way Aak has gotten significantly less verbose in an instant, Broca gets the sense that he's doing alright so far.
When he feels the fingers tangle into his hair, he does give a little warning hum to ward off any temptation Aak might have to yank too hard, though given where his mouth happens to be right now, that might not feel like much of a warning.
That only last for a few seconds though, before Broca tilts his head just ever so slightly, testing his limits for how much of Aak he can take into his mouth. He's no expert at this, and he's got a working gag reflex, so there's no point in pushing his luck too far into this, and ruining the moment. It does mean that after the initial encouragement to get closer, the slide further into Broca's mouth is moving at an agonizingly slow pace while he gets a feel for something he hasn't done in awhile. ]
[Even when Aak was silent, he was expressive. He lets out a pointed breath when Broca hums against him. The vibration feels good and he acknowledges not to do anything that might get teeth too involved. He doesn't loose his grip but it doesn't get any tighter either.]
[As the slow feeling-out portion starts, those fingers itch a bit with anticipation. The time gives him opportunity to think and he really rather wouldn't. If he had still held onto the washcloth from before, he probably would have just covered his face with it.]
[There's an impatient flick of the tail, with wet fur sticking up against the tile.]
C'mon, [he mumbles, about as close to pleading as he would let himself get.]
Not like you're gonna choke on it... [Big talk from the person who was receiving and not giving. Shouldn't it be simple? It had to be simple. Going slowly was clearly just a targeted attack on him.]
[ With his mouth full, there's not a lot Broca can do to argue against Aak's demands right now. Still, a flick of his ear and a loud, scoffing huff should get the idea across that he doesn't agree with Aak's assessment here.
It's not likely he's going to choke on it, no, but he also not that interested in suffering for someone else's good time.
Aak is lucky though, because Broca's also not the kind of guy to get petty about someone being impatient either. If Aak had actually tried to shove forward into his mouth that might be one thing, but a mumbled demand is just fine, so Broca will give it a go, quickly taking as much of Aak into his mouth as he can before he feels the head of Aaks' cock pressing back on a more finicky part of his tongue. It seems far enough to him, and he holds his mouth there for a second, tongue shifting under the dick in his mouth to feel the blunted barbs rub against the middle of his tongue.
Yeah, he thinks he can manage this, but he'll hum again, a question this time, though without the ability to speak the question is vague and unclear. ]
[Aak makes a very indignant face at Broca's first refusal, not that the older man can see it. Still, it's not as if he's neglected at all. The risk of pushing too far was too much (i.e. pissing off the guy with teeth near his cock) and the reward was still fine (i.e. a warm mouth and soothing scent).]
[And while the time before Broca moves again feels very long it was hardly a length wait.]
[Feeling a tongue rub against the barbs on his shaft is electric. Every new sensation was better than the last. In a matter of days he'd gone from toys to another person's hand to a mouth. How was anyone supposed to go back from that?]
[He realizes that while he might not have the towel covered in scent he does have his hand, which was touching directly. So, while one hand stays firmly holding himself, he'll bring the other up close to his face. He bites on his knuckle, hardly parsing Broca's vague question.]
Yea? [It was good. Every damn thing was so good.]
Yea, do that... more. [There, a cognizant(?) response.]
[ Given how Broca's Art usage manifests in actual volts, it's probably for the best that the electric feeling is metaphorical only. Though this kind of electric he can do too, or at least try. He's no pro on this front, but it's nice to know that he's still skilled enough to make proper communication difficult.
So he'll hum out one more sound of acknowledgement, before he does that more.
Or what he assumes that is, which is to move his tongue along the length of the cock inside his mouth, getting a feel for it as he stays still for a moment, before he starts to move his head as well.
It won't make it easy for Aak to stay steady with how he's draped himself over Broca, but Broca knows from past experience being on the other side of something similar that the sensation packs a lot more of a punch than just standing still while cock warming with his mouth. He trusts the smaller Feline will adjust without too much complaint, even if he's still not taking Aak further than the back of his tongue. ]
[Aak would, with time, work himself up to things that were crazier. He could talk a good game about wanting to do crazy things from the start but why ruin the joy of slow discovery? Vanilla wasn't the dirty word he would suggest it was.]
[Or, also, public sex in a bathroom with his head sticking up was hardly vanilla to start with.]
[Despite his fuzziness, Aak adjusts quickly to there being movement. The balance is a bit wobbly, since the edge of tile he can rest his hand against is hardly jutted out from the wall. If he got really off-kilter he could probably grab for one of the sides of the stall. It would be obvious. It would draw attention. But so would toppling over mid-BJ. Broca is spared any of Aak's impatience while he steadies himself and just has a grateful recipient instead.]
[There's a bit of physiological response, a movement of his hips, but that doesn't seem to be him trying to force anything faster.]
[ There are no whips or chains, and certainly no more unique toys being tossed into this mix, but it's true that a large man literally holding a guy up and blowing him in the middle of a public bath is probably starting to toe out of the vanilla category.
Not the weirdest place that Broca's ever done something like this either, but that's not really a discussion he's willing to have even when his mouth is free later. The lack of conversation for now suits him well though. While he's never been the sort of guy who can get off on taking care of someone else's pleasure, there is still something strangely satisfying about a job well done. That Aak no longer seems to have anything to complain about soothes something inside of Broca enough that he doesn't seem to take any mind to the way Aak's hips jerk.
In fact, given a little time to warm up and prepare himself, he breathes in loud and heavy through his nose, before tilting his head just slightly as he slides further down Aak's cock, allowing him more access than he was willing to before. The tip of Aak's dick just far enough in to start making the sensation uncomfortable for Broca, but he can deal with that for the few seconds it rubs across his tongue as he continues to bob his head in a deeper movement than before. ]
[It was a job well done. The pheromones of the body wash were causing a basic, animal attraction. That lust may end up crossing some wires later. Aak will probably find himself with a very different opinion of Broca from when he started. Even that, though, would be inextricably tied to sexuality.]
[With Broca taking him deeper, there's the realization that he's getting closer and that he hardly has the experience to hold back very long. These ideas are swirling in the whirlpool of his thoughts. It was good, he was getting closer, he smelled good, good, and then the little glimpses of thought.]
H- Hey, [if someone came in his mouth with no warning, he'd be mad as hell. If he was mad as hell, he probably wouldn't put a dick in his mouth again. Ergo,]
Heyyy, [and he's grasping at the other's hair lightly, another form of seeking attention,]
Kinna... getting closer... can I? [If he felt he could get away with it, he's absolutely just want to fuck the older man's mouth. Instead, it's about as close to polite as he gets.]
[ It's a good guess that Broca might not too enthused about an unexpected cumshot right down the throat. Wouldn't necessarily ruin everyone's chances for a future blowjob from Broca...
But it certainly would lower Aak's possibility at one.
So while the "hey"s and the grasping at Broca's hair has him furrowing his brows for a moment at the distraction, his expression smooths out when Aak makes it clear why he was starting to kick up a small fuss.
Not getting warned was an issue, but someone finishing inside of his mouth isn't. It's not his favorite, but he prefers it to the alternative, and they're in the shower so it'll be easy to wash the taste out of his mouth after. All that considered, Broca takes a deep breath through his nose before he hums out an affirmation, trying to move just a touch quicker than before to coax Aak right along. ]
[Broca is ever the master of communication. Aak is a master of interpreting "well, that wasn't a no." It's all the confirmation he needs to let go of the worry and let it drift back into the waves of pleasure from Broca's mouth and the sensation of his tongue. The sensation of breath against his skin feels hot, especially with how he's lost so much heat from his wet body.]
[Aak's no good at hiding he's body's reactions. It would give him away even if he didn't say anything. His breathing picks up, obvious on his small frame. His nails dig in slightly but with much more control than one would usually give him credit for. And, the most obvious, a twitch in his leg almost like a small kick.]
There, there- [another contraction of muscle]
[It's not a large or overly forceful amount but with Broca so kindly doing his best the ejaculate does hit the back of his tongue. Aak has leaned over his head, practically curling up around him, and if it's uncomfortable for the older man then he can just deal with it for a moment. The smell of wet fur is made slightly more tolerable by whatever pheromones still hung in the air between them.]
... Pheee~w... [the sound of a very content Feline, where Broca may notice a few small and twitchy aftershocks of the barbed cock in his mouth]
[ A full mouth gives Broca a better excuse than his usual lack of proper communication, and at least the two of them were able to come to some kind of understanding on this one. Some kind of understanding, because Broca does still make a garbled sound in the back of his throat as his nails dig in and his leg presses against Broca, and a sharp inhale through his nose at the feeling and taste of Aak flooding across the back of his tongue.
It definitely isn't the most comfortable situation to find himself in, trying to catch his breath despite the way Aak is draped over his head and the way he can feel his fur tickling his nose with every breath in. Wet fur isn't a smell that bothers Broca much, even if his limited amounts saves him from having to deal with much of it when he takes his own showers, but without needing to focus on Aak's pleasure he's starting to feel the strangely distributed weight of him on his shoulders now.
That one is Broca's own fault for hoisting Aak up there, but it doesn't stop him from reaching up to lightly tap Aak's hip, a silent request for Aak to pull out now that he's finished up. With his mouth full of cock, Broca's having trouble trying to swallow and get the salty taste off of the back of his tongue, though he's still attempting it, tongue unconsciously pressing up against Aak's dick as he does. ]
[When all the hormones start to flush themselves out of the system then a lot of things that were okay in the moment start to tick back into focus. Aak can distinctly feel the discomfort of how he's been held up against the edge of the stall and how Broca is really the only thing holding him up.]
[For a moment, he also realizes that yes he can see a lot of people from where he's perched and that if any of them had looked up they probably saw him. That's a huge incentive to pull himself back and not stay latched onto Broca's head. He tries not to move too quickly but he will pull back and start a light disentanglement of his body. He doesn't exactly want to fall.]
Down. [he says, once he knows he's far enough back. Then, after a pause,] Please.
[ With Aak's needs taken care of, Broca has his own problem to take care of as well. While his actions might have alleviated Aak's arousal, the scent of pheromones shoved directly into his face while his mouth was shoved full of cock didn't exactly do much to tamp down his own wants.
That's all to say that between wanting to get his own issues taken care of, and a certain mild soreness in his arms from having held Aak in a relatively still position for a prolonged period of time, he's not about to argue with that belatedly polite request.
He's careful pulling his head back, letting Aak's cock slide out of his mouth as he clears his throat, trying again to swallow down the remains of what's left on his tongue as he slides his hands further up Aak's body to get a better hold around his middle as he starts to lower the smaller Feline back down to the shower floor. ]
[Aak is cooperative, considering he's gotten everything he wanted. His paw pads touch down on the tile and it's a relief. It's also a much nicer view. Broca's chest is nice, okay? There was something to be said for the uncovered by fur look.]
[Being able to look at it again, information filters back in. He could pay attention to the scars that had accumulated over a life of fighting. He could see the small flecks of black rock jutting out of places. And,]
[oh yeah right he kinda had forgot about that hard-on]
You're a lot more patient than you look, huh? [he pats his hand twice against Broca's chest, like praising a burdenbeast or something]
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[... his chest is right there. He got to feel from the back but not from the front. He could probably untie the towel, too. No, that would definitely be too detectable. Acting without a plan was what got him here in the first place! But was getting here actually a good thing?]
Oh. Yeah, if we tried sitting you'd probably get a leg cramp. [Since Broca was huge, after all...]
... So, [even with his heartg beating out of his chest, it's his nature to talk casually] Should I be facing this way, or?...
[he turns his shoulder a bit. It's no like he has experience knowing which is the better of the two. He just feels the need to ask to try and show he knows the difference.]
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It's basically the same thing as discussing and agreeing to things, right?
Look, if Aak decides to bail, he will eat crow on this one. For now he seems unbothered enough as he frowns down at Aak, trying to figure out just how and what they're even going to be able to get up to with limited space and supplies here. ]
Facing me is fine.
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[While Aak had bothered to at least keep covered on the walk, there's not a need for that here. Trailing down his furry torso there's eventually the distinct flash of pink. His erection has unsheathed and is pressed up against his lower pelvis. He's not really reoccupied with his own, of course. If they were both here, if this was happening...]
[Aak leans in another centimeter in the close space they're sharing, hand coming down to cup and examine.]
So, this is what you're working with, huh? Not bad.
[The distraction also helps minimize the desire to even try and read any cues or understanding from Broca's expression. It'd keep his hands literally full for the moment.]
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It's the ears that give more away, perked up and alert as he takes in both the physical indication that Aak is interested and ready for whatever it is they decide to get up to, and actions that really drive the point home. ]
Mm.
[ Which is barely a response to the compliment, but how does one usually respond to someone giving you a vague compliment about your dick? One that, like the rest of Broca, might be a lot more typical (ie human-like) looking than Aak's own, but that doesn't solve the problem that standard cock or not, they don't exactly have lube here, and Broca is still at least proportional.
Now that they're clearly on the same page though, Broca will point out the obvious. ]
We probably can't actually fuck in here though.
[ Well, maybe the same page. Broca is still making assumptions based on past experiences about how this would go down, but it's clear he's trying to metaphorically step back and recalibrate at the moment. ]
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Laaame, [he complains when Broca states the obvious.]
[There was the picture in his head, some porn-flick-esque getting pounded and it feeling amazing. The reality, though, would be an awkward struggle of where to put their bodies and real possible harm he'd have to lay in bed recovering from.]
[He leans forward, pressing his head against Broca's chest. It's a strangely docile gesture from Aak. Perhaps he's just a bit satisfied from being so close to the source of the pheromones. Perhaps he's just pre-occupied lazily sliding his hand up and down the shaft of the world's most stoic man.]
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Aak might have to lay in bed recovering, but Broca could also potentially be dealing with uncomfortable chafing. Maybe a sore dick isn't on the same level, but it's not something he really wishes for himself.
This isn't so bad though. Maybe not enough to really satisfy his urges, but enough for his skin to start to break out into goosebumps as Aak's tentative exploring begins to turn into something more. He reaches up to rest a hand on the back of Aak's head, fingers carding through the fur to rub against his scalp.
It all feels a lot slower and softer than what he's used to, and there's an itch under Broca's skin to press ahead. When he's not failing to say enough to offer clarity to a situation, Broca is at least very upfront. One might argue too upfront sometimes, because in moments like this he can do a great job of really killing any attempts at building atmosphere. ]
I could just blow you.
[ Is he good at blowjobs...?
... Admittedly probably not. His experience is very limited in this area, but he can probably fumble through one without using teeth at least. It's something to consider, as he offers an alternative. ]
Or jerk you off.
[ Return the favor for what Aak seems to be doing now. ]
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[there's a pause at the blunt suggestion]
Ha! [he can't help but laugh at it, for a few reasons,]
A big guy like you? [On his knees? For all the info he did have, that combination just seems funny to him. Funny, but also,]
I wanna see that! [also, the image was thrilling. The back-alleys of Lungmen were all about the strong making the weak submit. The power-play of having someone older than him, stronger than him, someone who by all accounts should be able to do whatever he wanted, sucking him off was intoxicating.]
I wanna see how you look down there.
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But the moment Aak says "A big guy like you?" he's not thinking about the power play happening here.
He's thinking about the space and the logistics. Aak might have meant it gleefully, but Broca's now considering it practically, and he hums out a sound of agreement, not realizing that he's not actually agreeing to the right thing here. So while the quick plan he concocts does still involve Aak looking down on him, it might not exactly be what the other Feline had in mind.
Without word or warning, Broca reaches down to grasp Aak's wrist gently, stopping his movements, and pulling his hand away. It's frustrating to stop someone from touching him like this, but he did make the offer, and he should stick with it. That detail taken care of, he starts to squat, looking like he really is about to get down on his knees in front of Aak.
Only to wrap his arms under the back of Aak's upper thighs and hoist him up... up... up until his head is definitely peeking out over the top of the stalls, kind of ruining the whole point of privacy as he walks Aak back a couple of short steps so the smaller man's back is against the wall. ]
Put your legs on my shoulders.
[ He figures this should take care of the space issue just fine. It's definitely getting his face up close and personal with Aak's own cock even before they've properly situated themselves for this. ]
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[And while he maybe envisioned getting picked up, the height was definitely unexpected.]
[Aak can't help but yelp, which doesn't help him suddenly feel very easily seen as his head peeks out over the edge of the stalls. There is an instinctive kick of panic before he at least realizes he's not going to fall. Broca's muscles were as reliable as he pinned them to be. When Broca does decide to say something, it's as if this is a totally normal next step.]
You know, there's wanting to not hurt your knees, but this is pretty ridiculous... [he grumbles a bit]
[Aak will half brace himself on the wall and also spitefully brave himself by putting a hand down on Broca's head. That will let him pull his legs up without giving Broca any more unintentional claw scratches. The brief panic made him a little softer but there has still been a barbed cock just there. Thankfully it wasn't enough to, say, catch on skin or something similar.]
[And once he's settled he does stop pressing down on Broca's head, instead placing one guiding hand near his upper ear. Maybe he'll give scritches for a good job.]
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Which in this case means Aak now has to suffer Broca's idea of a reasonable course of action. It's funny that he didn't even consider how uncomfortable the tile might have been on his knees, as much as he thought about how tightly he'd have to scrunch his body up in order to fit without spilling into the stall next door. Even this method doesn't fully keep them all tucked away tidily inside the confines of the stall, but going over somehow seemed preferable to Broca than going under.
Possibly because he's not the one currently sticking out of the top.
Besides, Aak is small enough that this is not that uncomfortable for Broca, especially with the wall to take some of the pressure of Aak's weight off of him. It all means he's not particularly sorry for this decision, and the vague hum he offers in response in lieu of an apology probably gives that fact away.
He'll at least stay still as Aak adjusts himself, holding steady as a post while Aak shifts to get his legs over his shoulders and into a more comfortable position. He doesn't even fuss about the hand resting on his head, assuming it's there for stability purposes anyway, though the ear Aak settles on resting his hand near does twitch at the ticklish sensation.
No, no apologies coming from Broca, but at least Aak isn't left to stew in any agitation for long before Broca ducks his head forward, giving an exploratory lick to the head of his cock, trying to get a feel for the barbs on it, and just how much care he was going to have to take here. When his tongue slides across them without feeling more than a rough texture, he decides he's good to go, and with no warning or more preamble, wraps his lips around the head of Aak's cock, one hand reaching up to press against his lower back and encourage him forward. ]
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[Thankfully, there's a pretty damn distracting mouth between his legs.]
[This wasn't remotely how he ever considered getting his first blowjob. There is definitely an advantage, though. The pleasure of inexperience glosses over Broca's lack of bedside manner and, you know, the fact he was holding him up on display. Aak doesn't need much encouragement to press forward into Broca's mouth. There's a little kick of his leg as a muscle fires unintentionally.]
[He curls over a bit to both ignore the world around them and feel closer to the scent. The hand near Broca's ear stays more cautious, perhaps even gentle. The other hand grasps firmly and tightly at the hair above the older man's neck. If his nails drag against the other's skin, he can't care right now, and besides those were the blunt nails.]
Shit... [he can't just stay quiet or, worse, only moan. Still, the amount of thoughts he can vocalize right now are extremely limited.]
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The boy is very, very recognizable, and Broca isn't doing much of anything at all to help him keep a low profile right from the start.
May this somewhat serviceable blowjob act in lieu of an apology, because that's probably the best Aak is going to get out of him. Though from the kick of the leg, and the way Aak has gotten significantly less verbose in an instant, Broca gets the sense that he's doing alright so far.
When he feels the fingers tangle into his hair, he does give a little warning hum to ward off any temptation Aak might have to yank too hard, though given where his mouth happens to be right now, that might not feel like much of a warning.
That only last for a few seconds though, before Broca tilts his head just ever so slightly, testing his limits for how much of Aak he can take into his mouth. He's no expert at this, and he's got a working gag reflex, so there's no point in pushing his luck too far into this, and ruining the moment. It does mean that after the initial encouragement to get closer, the slide further into Broca's mouth is moving at an agonizingly slow pace while he gets a feel for something he hasn't done in awhile. ]
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[As the slow feeling-out portion starts, those fingers itch a bit with anticipation. The time gives him opportunity to think and he really rather wouldn't. If he had still held onto the washcloth from before, he probably would have just covered his face with it.]
[There's an impatient flick of the tail, with wet fur sticking up against the tile.]
C'mon, [he mumbles, about as close to pleading as he would let himself get.]
Not like you're gonna choke on it... [Big talk from the person who was receiving and not giving. Shouldn't it be simple? It had to be simple. Going slowly was clearly just a targeted attack on him.]
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It's not likely he's going to choke on it, no, but he also not that interested in suffering for someone else's good time.
Aak is lucky though, because Broca's also not the kind of guy to get petty about someone being impatient either. If Aak had actually tried to shove forward into his mouth that might be one thing, but a mumbled demand is just fine, so Broca will give it a go, quickly taking as much of Aak into his mouth as he can before he feels the head of Aaks' cock pressing back on a more finicky part of his tongue. It seems far enough to him, and he holds his mouth there for a second, tongue shifting under the dick in his mouth to feel the blunted barbs rub against the middle of his tongue.
Yeah, he thinks he can manage this, but he'll hum again, a question this time, though without the ability to speak the question is vague and unclear. ]
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[And while the time before Broca moves again feels very long it was hardly a length wait.]
[Feeling a tongue rub against the barbs on his shaft is electric. Every new sensation was better than the last. In a matter of days he'd gone from toys to another person's hand to a mouth. How was anyone supposed to go back from that?]
[He realizes that while he might not have the towel covered in scent he does have his hand, which was touching directly. So, while one hand stays firmly holding himself, he'll bring the other up close to his face. He bites on his knuckle, hardly parsing Broca's vague question.]
Yea? [It was good. Every damn thing was so good.]
Yea, do that... more. [There, a cognizant(?) response.]
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So he'll hum out one more sound of acknowledgement, before he does that more.
Or what he assumes that is, which is to move his tongue along the length of the cock inside his mouth, getting a feel for it as he stays still for a moment, before he starts to move his head as well.
It won't make it easy for Aak to stay steady with how he's draped himself over Broca, but Broca knows from past experience being on the other side of something similar that the sensation packs a lot more of a punch than just standing still while cock warming with his mouth. He trusts the smaller Feline will adjust without too much complaint, even if he's still not taking Aak further than the back of his tongue. ]
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[Or, also, public sex in a bathroom with his head sticking up was hardly vanilla to start with.]
[Despite his fuzziness, Aak adjusts quickly to there being movement. The balance is a bit wobbly, since the edge of tile he can rest his hand against is hardly jutted out from the wall. If he got really off-kilter he could probably grab for one of the sides of the stall. It would be obvious. It would draw attention. But so would toppling over mid-BJ. Broca is spared any of Aak's impatience while he steadies himself and just has a grateful recipient instead.]
[There's a bit of physiological response, a movement of his hips, but that doesn't seem to be him trying to force anything faster.]
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Not the weirdest place that Broca's ever done something like this either, but that's not really a discussion he's willing to have even when his mouth is free later. The lack of conversation for now suits him well though. While he's never been the sort of guy who can get off on taking care of someone else's pleasure, there is still something strangely satisfying about a job well done. That Aak no longer seems to have anything to complain about soothes something inside of Broca enough that he doesn't seem to take any mind to the way Aak's hips jerk.
In fact, given a little time to warm up and prepare himself, he breathes in loud and heavy through his nose, before tilting his head just slightly as he slides further down Aak's cock, allowing him more access than he was willing to before. The tip of Aak's dick just far enough in to start making the sensation uncomfortable for Broca, but he can deal with that for the few seconds it rubs across his tongue as he continues to bob his head in a deeper movement than before. ]
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[With Broca taking him deeper, there's the realization that he's getting closer and that he hardly has the experience to hold back very long. These ideas are swirling in the whirlpool of his thoughts. It was good, he was getting closer, he smelled good, good, and then the little glimpses of thought.]
H- Hey, [if someone came in his mouth with no warning, he'd be mad as hell. If he was mad as hell, he probably wouldn't put a dick in his mouth again. Ergo,]
Heyyy, [and he's grasping at the other's hair lightly, another form of seeking attention,]
Kinna... getting closer... can I? [If he felt he could get away with it, he's absolutely just want to fuck the older man's mouth. Instead, it's about as close to polite as he gets.]
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But it certainly would lower Aak's possibility at one.
So while the "hey"s and the grasping at Broca's hair has him furrowing his brows for a moment at the distraction, his expression smooths out when Aak makes it clear why he was starting to kick up a small fuss.
Not getting warned was an issue, but someone finishing inside of his mouth isn't. It's not his favorite, but he prefers it to the alternative, and they're in the shower so it'll be easy to wash the taste out of his mouth after. All that considered, Broca takes a deep breath through his nose before he hums out an affirmation, trying to move just a touch quicker than before to coax Aak right along. ]
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[Aak's no good at hiding he's body's reactions. It would give him away even if he didn't say anything. His breathing picks up, obvious on his small frame. His nails dig in slightly but with much more control than one would usually give him credit for. And, the most obvious, a twitch in his leg almost like a small kick.]
There, there- [another contraction of muscle]
[It's not a large or overly forceful amount but with Broca so kindly doing his best the ejaculate does hit the back of his tongue. Aak has leaned over his head, practically curling up around him, and if it's uncomfortable for the older man then he can just deal with it for a moment. The smell of wet fur is made slightly more tolerable by whatever pheromones still hung in the air between them.]
... Pheee~w... [the sound of a very content Feline, where Broca may notice a few small and twitchy aftershocks of the barbed cock in his mouth]
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It definitely isn't the most comfortable situation to find himself in, trying to catch his breath despite the way Aak is draped over his head and the way he can feel his fur tickling his nose with every breath in. Wet fur isn't a smell that bothers Broca much, even if his limited amounts saves him from having to deal with much of it when he takes his own showers, but without needing to focus on Aak's pleasure he's starting to feel the strangely distributed weight of him on his shoulders now.
That one is Broca's own fault for hoisting Aak up there, but it doesn't stop him from reaching up to lightly tap Aak's hip, a silent request for Aak to pull out now that he's finished up. With his mouth full of cock, Broca's having trouble trying to swallow and get the salty taste off of the back of his tongue, though he's still attempting it, tongue unconsciously pressing up against Aak's dick as he does. ]
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[For a moment, he also realizes that yes he can see a lot of people from where he's perched and that if any of them had looked up they probably saw him. That's a huge incentive to pull himself back and not stay latched onto Broca's head. He tries not to move too quickly but he will pull back and start a light disentanglement of his body. He doesn't exactly want to fall.]
Down. [he says, once he knows he's far enough back. Then, after a pause,] Please.
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That's all to say that between wanting to get his own issues taken care of, and a certain mild soreness in his arms from having held Aak in a relatively still position for a prolonged period of time, he's not about to argue with that belatedly polite request.
He's careful pulling his head back, letting Aak's cock slide out of his mouth as he clears his throat, trying again to swallow down the remains of what's left on his tongue as he slides his hands further up Aak's body to get a better hold around his middle as he starts to lower the smaller Feline back down to the shower floor. ]
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[Being able to look at it again, information filters back in. He could pay attention to the scars that had accumulated over a life of fighting. He could see the small flecks of black rock jutting out of places. And,]
[oh yeah right he kinda had forgot about that hard-on]
You're a lot more patient than you look, huh? [he pats his hand twice against Broca's chest, like praising a burdenbeast or something]
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