[ If nothing else, Broca can at least rest assured that even without his plan man, he's still able to come up with workable solutions on his own. Admittedly even if his friend was here, he probably wouldn't want Aosta tangled up in his sex-life this way. It might be odd having a third party there and carefully consider logistics for the people people who were actually about to get down and dirty.
Some people might be into that, but it seems like it'd take most people out of the moment. Considering that Sizhui hunted down this quiet spot for them to get up to this, he'll assume that Sizhui's someone who prefers some degree of privacy, even if baser instincts have forced his hand and had him acting quicker.
There's a quiet puff of breath that almost counts as a laugh at Sizhui's polite but uncertain sounding acknowledgement at Broca's comment. As he steps closer, gaze falling down to the man sitting in front of him, his head tilts just slightly to the side as he considers him. He's cute, with a soft and sweet looking air about him. Looking down at him during their escapades won't be an unpleasant experience in the slightest.
The only unfortunate thing here is the circumstances of their meeting not letting things play out more naturally, but... sex hotel and all that. ]
[nobody would want their friends tangled up in a mess like this, he imagines, but alas, they don't get a choice in where they go with this world-hopping stuff, so... hopefully broca's doesn't show up, for his sake and theirs. sizhui's never considered having a third party involved, but if there were certain circumstances, ‘no’ might not be his immediate answer.
except those situations don't include having a random third stranger joining in during the middle of bathtime. (or not yet, anyway—)
this is already enough and having to find a dark little corner is plenty flustering, he can't imagine how it would be with another person. which he is definitely not what he's contemplating when he hears broca huff a breath that sounds almost like a laugh. the sound has him perking slightly, his attention focused upward, the hand he'd guided broca over with lowering to take the robe he's using and toss it aside, then he rests it on his thigh instead while the opposite one raises so he can skim his fingertips along the underside of broca's cock. playfully, he tilts his head in the other direction, a tiny smile curving his mouth at the edges.
they cannot do anything about that, unfortunately, but at least they can enjoy themselves throughout said meeting.] I'll take the former over the latter, frankly, [is all he says, then he scooches forward on the bench a ways, flattens his palm against the tip of broca's dick to hold it against his groin, and leans in to let the flat of his tongue drag over the same area his fingers had been moments ago.]
[ The chances of a stranger wandering into this mess might not be zero, but hopefully they'll have the sense and decency to not try and join in. Hard to say, really, especially when how both of them have doused themselves with pheromones whether intentional (Sizhui) or not (Broca), and that might entice someone to want to wander over and give it a shot.
Though if it does, then Broca's "friendly" demeanor at getting interrupted ought to scare them right off again.
As Sizhui starts with his tentative and explorative touches though, Broca finds himself just hoping that no one distracts from this. His body has been keyed up and wanting this for a hot second now, and there's immediate satisfaction in finally having a hand on him. His expression doesn't change as Sizhui makes his comment and adjusts his hold, but the hum of acknowledgement he makes is followed by a sharp intake of breath as Sizhui moves forward to get a taste of him.
Definitely, definitely preferred if no one interrupts this right now.
His hand hangs at his side for a few seconds, before deciding it feels awkward and unnatural enough that he'll take a risk, reaching up to rest his hand on the back of Sizhui's head, no pressure applied, just something for him to do as the tips of his fingers slide under long strands of silky hair. ]
[lucky for them, they won't have to worry about it, and even more fortunate is the fact that no one else will have to experience broca's attitude about being disturbed in the middle of a blowjob. sizhui would be flustered and not quite know how to act, so it's probably good at least one of them could somehow react during the moment.
but again, currently not a situation they have to consider!
rather than being distracted by anything else, sizhui's putting all his focus into laving broca's cock with as much attention as possible. he slides up and down each side of the length a couple times, his other hand moving up to broca's hip where he latches on, both to keep his partner in place and offering himself better purchase while he's going down on him; it's not super hard but it's enough to be felt, enough to press indents into his skin.
the hand settling against the back of his head does have him briefly upturning, wide eyes unblinking for the few moments he's staring, though he disengages before his starts reddening further. first, he nudges into it for encouragement, humming at the pleasant tingles spreading across his scalp when those digits move smoothly through his hair, vocal reassurance.
he continues lapping, breath already a bit heavier, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he downcasts again, glides his hand down to the base of broca's cock, curls his fingers around him and draws the head into his mouth, the tip of his tongue darting in a wet circle without hesitation.]
[ Prior to coming to this hotel, Broca's sex life had not been a particularly exciting thing. He was moody, socially obtuse at times, and difficult to approach, and none of these things added up well to anything at all in the way of relationships, and honestly a dearth of sexual encounters.
He still had some, which given his age and the fact that he wasn't bad to look at shouldn't be a surprise. Sometimes people are willing to set low bars in order to feel some sexual gratification, and if you could get past the initial demeanor it wasn't like Broca was a bad bed partner.
It just meant he didn't hop into those beds all that often, and it had been some time since the last time someone had offered to blow him. Broca had genuinely forgotten how incredible it felt, and Sizhui seemed to have some idea of what he was doing with a dick. His breath stutters out in a loud exhale as his fingers curl further into Sizhui's hair, tangling into his locks as he watches each slide up and down the length of his cock.
He's staring down at Sizhui when the other man looks up at him, holding eye contact for a moment, before Sizhui breaks it first, and then ensuring Sizhui doesn't have to worry about the embarrassment of a staring contest again as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Sizhui's tongue back on him while his hand wraps around the part of his dick that his mouth can't envelop. ]
Shit.
[ It's not a bad curse though. They're just getting started here, and it already feels very, very good. ]
[before noctium and amani, sizhui would've never been caught in a position like this. hell, he wouldn't have ever even been in this situation to begin with, but with two years of intimacy-based planet living under his belt, this sort of feels normal in a sense. that's why it's so easy to fall into the rhythm of sexual encounters, of making certain satisfaction is achieved between the two of them.
maybe he's a little embarrassed by how it's happened, he isn't at all indignant, nor does he regret having dragged broca to this dark corner for a hookup. frankly, to put it simply, he just hopes he isn't too out of practice.
especially because that's the boat sizhui's in; he doesn't ordinarily sleep around with people he hasn't had a chance to at least get to know somewhat better, but there's always a first for everything, isn't there? blessedly, it's also true that sizhui knows his way around a cock, and that's why it's even easier to go through the motions of working over broca's until he's more prepared to take him in proper-like.
and now that he has, it's hard (haha) to think of anything else.
sizhui does glance upward again, though is less flustered by the fact broca's eyes are closed. some people like eye-contact during this sort of thing and while he's not against it, per se, he can understand why it might make others bashful, which is the reason he shuts his eyes as well. that, and the faint strain from pushing forward further, taking broca's dick deeper into his mouth, to the point the head reaches the back of his throat before he withdraws slightly, letting himself adjust to what he can comfortably keep in his mouth for now.]
[ Bashfulness might not exactly be what's happening here, but it's true that eye contact can sometimes feel awkward during sex. Broca doesn't tend to pick partners he's known for long before the hookup, and he's had a variety of experiences from people who want the darkness to swallow both of them and make it impossible to make out the details of each other's faces, to people who demand to be seen during the experience.
That's one of the strange quirks about sleeping with strangers, you don't really know what you're going to get as you head into the intimacy. If Sizhui wanted eye contact he wouldn't have minded, though with his mouth somewhat preoccupied it's probably difficult to really clarify what his preferences are right now.
And damn if it isn't preoccupied right now. Broca's own skills in this particular are aren't nearly as polished, and he's certain he couldn't swallow down nearly as much as Sizhui is managing right now. That it's been awhile for the man doesn't even occur to him.
He can certainly feel how deep into Sizhui he is though, and inhales sharply. His fingers trail slowly up Sizhui's head to rest against the base of one of his ears, rubbing lightly back and forth in a way he knows he himself likes, even if he's not willing to admit it out loud. ]
You good?
[ Given that he's gone still, Broca figures he should check. ]
[if they'd held eye-contact long enough, there definitely would have been some sheepishness on sizhui's end. he can't recall there ever being a time when someone wanted him to look at them while he was going down on them, but if it was something his partner wanted, he would do it, regardless of how redfaced he'd probably end up being. luckily, broca doesn't seem like he cares much either way, so that's a bit of a relief.
at some point, he'll have to stop what he's doing to convey a few things, but for now, he focuses on the task at hand, slight pun intended.
because what he doesn't try taking into his mouth again, he works over with his hand, a sudden shiver jolting up his spine at the sensation of fingers brushing against his ear. he moans around his mouthful first then nods as best as he can manage, the petting coaxing him into bobbing his head alongside the motion of his hand; it's an obscene, wet noise with the right amount of pressure, one that makes sizhui blush hotly, but it doesn't deter him at all.
in fact, he maneuvers to go deeper again, encouraged by broca's sounds, his other hand finding broca's hip once more and tugging lightly in an attempt to persuade him to move his hips in return.]
[ It may be psychosomatic, but with his eyes closed like this sensations feel more intense. Not just the hot mouth wrapped around his cock, but the shiver that runs through Sizhui's body, and causes those ears to tremble for a moment.
It's so brief he's almost uncertain it happened at all, though even with that doubt in his mind, there's none to the fact that Sizhui was affected by his touch. The quick reaction to his gentle pet startles a loud inhale out of him as his fingers curl against the base of Sizhui's ear, his thumb running back and forth across it. With so much movement happening, he can't offer much more than this, but if even a small touch gets the guy going, hopefully that one thumb swipe of movement will still do something for him.
The thought flits through his mind that the horns would be easier to hold onto as he starts to rock his hips forward into Sizhui's mouth, following the encouragement those grasping hands are giving him. He won't right now, because an agreement to blow someone isn't the same as an agreement for a rough face fucking, but the temptation is there as the pleasure starts to build.
Instead Broca lets the energy simmering under his skin out in another way, rewarding Sizhui with a low moan that echoes off the tiled walls and floor of the bathhouse. ]
[isn't there something about one sense being taken away and all the others getting heightened? it's not astonishing that things feel more intense that way, especially taking into account broca can feel sizhui quivering.
brief though it is, it won't be long now and broca will be feeling that again, alongside something very different than just the sensation of sizhui's mouth moving over his cock. at first, he simply stiffens whenever broca's hand starts closing around the base of his ear, his eyes snapping open and his fingers gripping tighter, the edge of his nails threatening the soft skin of the tiger man's hip. fortunately, having his other hand where it is helps continuously guide him, and it's the moment when the tip of broca's dick hits the back of his throat again that he moans, shivers and squeezes his eyes shut.
having broca hold his antlers wouldn't be out of the question. in fact, it'd likely turn sizhui on even more, being facefucked, but the touching on the extra sensitive part of his ears is plenty to spur him on; he withdraws as broca does then moves in at the same time too, both hands skimming down the outside of his thighs, over the backs of them and up until he can grip his ass, his tongue faintly sliding out with the effort it takes to force broca deeper.
he's not stopping, however, nor does he urge his partner to slow down, particularly after earning such a noise that reverberates throughout the surrounding area.]
[ One should probably at least treat a man to dinner first before fucking his face. Broca hasn't always done that in his life, but their brief interaction hadn't made it clear to him that Sizhui wanted to be used and abused that way, though the heavy reaction to gentle touch does tip his hand at his sensitivity.
Not that Broca is going to judge anyone for that right now when it's hard to think far past his dick at the moment. He's past the point of caring if someone else wanders in at this point, then let them have the show, his focus is narrowing down to his cock and the wet tongue eagerly pressing itself across the bottom of it. There's maybe some vague awareness of the hands on his thighs though, but they hardly register until they're gripping his ass and forcing him in deeper.
It gets a small puff of laughter from him, just a single one as his fingers turn to slide back into Sizhui's hair, pressing down against his scalp as he goes along with the urging. He gives one warning and one warning only-- ]
Don't choke.
[ Before his hips begin to move forward in firm albeit shallow movements. As narrowed down as his focus is, he still has enough self-control right now to really go ramming himself into Sizhui's mouth, though he'll give his jaw a small workout as he starts to pick up the pace. ]
[perhaps, yes, it is best that they don't dive straight into facefucking on their first meeting. if there's an actual chance for that dinner, sizhui wouldn't say ‘no’, but if they end up going at it again before, he's certainly not going to complain, either. also: good, sizhui'd feel a little self-conscious if that were the case.
he's lucky that it's mostly the base of his ears where the sensitive spots are, though that doesn't mean the rest of them aren't. it just means if broca grasps him nearer to those spots, he'll get a more instinctive reaction, even if he isn't exactly unresponsive to other gestures.
the laughter has him peeking up, wide eyes blinking a couple of times, his shoulders bobbing in half-response, half-anticipation, an affirming hum following broca's warning. he'll do his best, as he does with everything else, but if he chokes a bit, it's alright. (or is that a demand? should he not choke? is broca giving him a challenge?) he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying to ignore the derailed train of thought, especially when broca's hips begin quickening.
sizhui relaxes further, his hands slackening slightly, allowing broca easier movement and better control rather than guiding him, his throat working with some effort the deeper his partner goes. he moans around his mouthful this time, eventually lowering one hand between his legs to grip the bench, nails scraping, splintering some of the wood on the underside.]
[ The steady work and control of someone blowing him always feels good. There's something unexpected that comes from sex when you let another person take control, and pleasure can jump out at you and surprise you in ways that Broca has no qualms with.
But nothing can beat this. As good as the surprise can be, being allowed to give into something baser and more frantic feels so natural to him. He might not be going has hard as he really wants to, but it feels good to be able to move, to be able to have some say in how fast and heavy his own pleasure comes on while he fucks his way into Sizhui's mouth.
Still, even as he goes, even as his breathing becomes more labored and his eyes take on a glazed look, he still notices the shift of hands, the way Sizhui's fingernails bite into the wood. His words come out choppy between panted breaths, but as much as he's clearly enjoying himself here, he means it as he says-- ]
Just hit my leg if it gets to be too much. I'll stop.
[letting someone else take control during such an intimate sort of thing, it takes trust, something sizhui has put into a lot of people's hands and luckily, he hasn't fallen into any unfortunate predicaments. mostly, it's because he likes to think he's strong enough, he can free himself from any situations before they get dicey, but the other half of him wants to believe the individuals he deems trustworthy won't prove him wrong.
broca even offering what he does, as strange as it seems at first, is already a step in the right direction.
he blinks lightly, reaches his opposite hand to rest on broca's forearm on the same side, his fingers momentarily squeezing to convey that he understands what he's being told. while he desperately wants to tell broca to stop before he comes, it's rather difficult to do so with his dick in his mouth— it's fine, though, he can use the same gesture to stop him if he believes he might be getting too close.
for now, sizhui lets him thrust, making slow, careful swallowing motions whenever the other man's cock fucks further back toward his throat. he loosens his hand on the bench, making sure he hasn't caused too much damage, his fingers flexing out, in, and out again, then he flattens the hand against a sturdy thigh, using it for purchase while he clutches broca's wrist tighter.]
[ Whether or not he's trustworthy isn't something that Broca feels he's got any business answering. That's someone else's call to make, though at the very least he's not going to act like a complete asshole here. Someone agrees to help you take the edge off, and making them chock and gag on a cock seems like a pretty poor way to show thanks for that.
Though it's hard not to do a little. The gentle hand on his arm is a nice reassurance that he's doing just fine right now, but as he keeps going it does make it hard to maintain that self-control.
If he knew that Sizhui was solidly disinterested in having Broca come in his mouth, he might make more of an effort, but without having had that discussion before he doesn't even think about it. That means it's up to Sizhui to figure out what's happening here as he grabs onto his wrist and rests a hand against his thigh.
Broca certainly doesn't make it easy from the lack of obvious change in his already tight expression, but there are little signs that he's starting to get close, his fingers tightening in Sizhui's hair, the thigh that Sizhui is resting his hand against starting to tense, and his breathing coming out in more audible huffs.
There's always something pleasant about this stage of sex for someone who can get as inside his own head and Broca does sometimes. It feels good to have his thoughts and focus narrowed to something simple and pleasant in a way that overwhelms the rest of his senses. It makes it easy to get lost in the cresting sensations, and to stop carefully watching the man whose mouth he's using right now, even if he's looking directly at him. ]
[unless they ask for it, broca, then that's different— except either way, it's good he makes the nicer assumption in this situation because, as much as sizhui wouldn't mind, having some control over the current circumstances helps make him feel slightly more grounded, reminds him he's in charge of thumping broca's leg if it becomes too much (or, in the other case, he wants him to stop before he comes).
it has nothing to do at all with him being disinterested in broca filling his throat and everything to do with the fact he wants him filling his ass instead. vulgar to consider, yet truthful, nevertheless. lucky for them both, he's observant enough to pay attention to cues; those tightening hands, the muscle underneath his hand becoming stiffer, the heavier breathing. he takes note, patiently waits, right up until he thinks it's nearest the time for broca to climax—
then he clenches the hand on his leg and, right when the other man's cock pops back into his throat again, he lightly yet firmly bumps his fist against it, hoping it's enough of a warning. is he maybe rude for bringing broca so close to the edge and backing off at the very last second? yes, probably, but he will make it worthwhile.
so long as broca slows down, he'll give him another moment or two to rub his dick against his tongue, but then he forces himself back to breathe. not entirely off, however, just not filling his mouth as much, this way he can concentrate on delicately breathing through his nose.
sizhui is kind though, at least gliding his hand from broca's leg to his wet cock, his fingers gripping what length he's no longer sucking.]
[ One of the downsides to blowjobs is the lack of clear communication that can take place during them. Sizhui admitting he wants to get fucked and filled up that way would have Broca eagerly going along with the plan at hand.
Sizhui thumping on the side of his leg to tell him it's time to stop without that piece of knowledge instead has him letting out a pained groan and a shuddering sigh as he stills his hips. Edging is already something a man like Broca finds difficult to deal with, and it's downright excruciating to edge himself.
But he does it, even as he tilts his head up towards the ceiling and sighs heavily as he slowly pulls his cock out of Sizhui's mouth, not even taking the generous offer to use Sizhui's mouth for long as he assumes the other man needs a moment to fully catch his breath.
His voice sounds strained as he checks in, even if the hand still on him is nice. ]
[to be fair, they should've discussed a better gesture beforehand. hitting broca's leg is something, at the very least, but it's not a motion that works well if it's not being paid attention to; it could have been passed off as sizhui just doing it because he can, except broca's suggestion of it makes him aware and he can hopefully follow through.
he will not complain if broca dumps a load down his throat, though. while he'd maybe be a little disappointed at first, the satisfaction would settle in and he'd be fine, they could think of something else instead . . .
but broca stops despite the painful noise he lets out. that almost makes him reconsider altogether and yank the tiger man back in, the abrupt need to make him feel better hitting like a brick wall. a soft, breathless-sounding gasp falls unbidden from his lips when broca finally removes his cock, prompting sizhui to raise his opposite hand and rest his index and middle fingers against his lips, not quite muffling himself, moreso to cover the mess his mouth has become.]
Y-Yes, [he manages, huffing another heavy sigh, those rabbit ears atop his head flattening as he averts his gaze.] I... I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to come yet. [a pause, his gaze redirects to broca's face, the hand on his cock strokes and the other lowers from his mouth, his words somewhat stabler.] Not until you're inside me.
[ Communication wasn't really clearly thought out on this one at all, but then again the situation being what it was, they were in a bit of a hurry. After all, if certain developments hadn't occurred, they probably wouldn't have started fooling around in the middle of a public bathroom like this to begin with.
Broca holds absolutely nothing against Sizhui here, even if the somewhat unintentional edging had felt excruciating to him. It's something he likes to think he'd put up with better in normal circumstances, but even without the pheromone powers in play here riling him up, he'd still probably be just as distraught if he was so close to finally coming, and someone demanded he stop.
Right now though Sizhui is making up for that request to stop in spades by finally voicing the reason behind the pause out loud. With his hand stroking Broca's cock, there's going to be no mistaking the twitch of interest from the Feline as his ears perk up nice and straight as he looks down at him. Some of the predatory effect is cut by the fact that his pupils are blown nice and wide right now, but there is an intent stillness about him at the moment that does feel fitting for the cat he resembles. ]
How do you want to do this?
[ His gaze finally breaks away from Sizhui to glance at the area around them. The bench is a little low for him, but probably useable. He could also hold Sizhui up against one of the walls and take him there. The options are limited, but the aren't non-existent. ]
[next time, when pheromones and animalistic instincts aren't running so wild, they will have to make sure to set better boundaries, acquire safewords and perhaps even gestures depending on how things go. however, there's no need to get ahead of themselves right now, not when they haven't even made it through their first time— which, yes, likely wouldn't have happened if sizhui hadn't used that shampoo, so here's hoping broca doesn't hold that against him either.
kudos to him for having the self-control to stop, truly, especially because the púca had dragged it out for as long as possible, whether intentionally or not, but at least he's doing right by them both and proceeding with the next part of his plan.
gently, he squeezes the base of broca's cock on a downstroke, grinning up at him, the mirth shining bright in his dark eyes. regardless of how much or how little predaciousness the look holds, sizhui feels the instinct, the fight or flight response rearing its head, and yet he does something totally different than both of those choices. he glances around them too, pondering, wondering what way would be best (and safest) in this situation.
he rises from the bench, close enough that his chest and stomach rub up against broca's dick in the process, his attention finally upturning to him again.] Would you rather fuck me against a wall or sit on the bench and let me ride you? Unless you have a preference, I'm going to choose the latter.
[ If Sizhui hadn't decided to put a hypothesis to a test and run an experiment, then eventually Broca would have run into someone else that ended up affected by Broca's boosted pheromones. The chances were good that at some point or another Broca would be dealing with some degree of this, and at least this way they were on equally footing with a full understanding of what happened here.
They can jointly get annoyed at the hotel together later, for now Broca's thoughts are preoccupied.
So when Sizhui makes his suggestions, and also his preferences known, Broca whirls into action. He doesn't have a large preference himself, so if this is the way Sizhui wants to do it, then Broca will gladly go along with it.
With Sizhui now up again, he places a hand on the other man's waist, quickly turning around himself to sit down on the bench with an upward flick of his tail to keep it out of the way. He also doesn't give Sizhui much of a chance to settle before he's using that hand resting on Sizhui's side to pull him closer, trying to coax him (probably unnecessarily) to straddle Broca's thighs.
[a fair and valid acknowledgment, really, one that makes sizhui sort of glad it was him, in that case. who knows what type of person broca would've run into? it could have been someone who'd take advantage of the situation and him, or someone who'd hurt him, or— careful now, he can't get that wildly full of himself; he needs to maintain some humility and also thinking they're one in the same, given the circumstances, seems good enough.
and yes, they can, sizhui's already got words planned, although those don't matter at all when broca's suddenly seizing the moment.
attention briefly downcasting to that hand, his eyebrows lift with interest, then he raises his gaze again just in time to be twisted around until he's standing before broca who starts to sit down on the bench. he encircles his shoulders, lets his eyes drift to the tail, lips quirked in a lazy, sort of addle-minded way, but he's brought back into the moment whenever broca tugs him closer. it's effortless to allow it, to let himself sit on the other male's lap, his knees on either side of his legs, the expression coming across his face something more akin to actual sheepishness this time.
sizhui tilts forward a little further, guiding his body until broca's cock is behind him where he wastes no time cupping his hand against the underside and grinding his ass against the length of him.]
We'll probably have to go slow at first, but... [the sentence trails off, he lifts his hips, arches his back and aligns broca's dick with his hole, gingerly beginning to guide him in. it's not an easy motion, either, making his eyes squeeze shut, his lower-lip tuck between his teeth, and still he maintains a slow, downward movement.]
[ Broca doesn't regret the suggestion for the two of them to use each other to relieve the lust the pheromone shampoo built up in them, but when he had suggested it he hadn't realized what a tease Sizhui was either. Between stopping just before Broca was about to finish in his mouth, to now telling him that they'll have to take it slow at first...
It makes sense, and Broca does understand the need considering the complete lack of preparation they're going into this with, but that doesn't stop him from letting out a small sigh as his head slumps forward to rest on Sizhui's shoulder while he slowly sinks down on his dick. His free arm wrapping around the small of Sizhui's back.
This is torture when all he wants to do is buck up quickly into him, but he squeezes his own eyes shut and takes a deep inhale. The payoff will be worth it... this is fine. ]
Slow, got it...
[ His fingers loosen on Sizhui's side, his touch more gentle as he lets the boy ease himself down at his own pace. ]
[the funniest thing about it is that sizhui normally doesn't even mean to tease as much as he does. sucking broca's dick right up to the point that he did, yes, he meant that, but he isn't meaning for his telling broca to take it slow first to be a tease; it's for his own good, because if they just rush into it, something unfortunate might happen and he doesn't want them dealing with that when they could be enjoying themselves instead.
sizhui's ears flatten against his head at that sigh, he faintly tips sideways with consideration at first, then leans his head in the opposite direction to rest against broca's after he's propped against his shoulder. he nuzzles an ear, shifts his hips with more intent and gasps softly when broca finally pushes further inside of him, both of his arms reaching to hook around the man's shoulders and hold him tightly.] Not for long, [he whispers, left fingertips stroking down broca's shoulderblade,] I promise.
[especially because now that he's been breached, he thinks there's no need to be agonizingly slow, at least, and his pace quickens the faintest amount, knees bending to bring him down a little faster.]
[ It's a wise move on Sizhui's part to take it at the speed most comfortable for him, especially as the one that's more likely to walk away with an injury if the rush into this. Being a wise move doesn't make it any more pleasant for Broca, even if he understands it enough to not put up a fuss about it.
Besides, it's a wise move in other ways too. Though Broca is putting on what counts as dramatics for him by resting his head on Sizhui after being told to be patient, the speed is dragging this out longer than it would have if Sizhui had rushed to get to it. If the end goal is for Sizhui to also be able to finish this way, if he'd gotten right to it from the start, Broca would have blown his load quickly after getting worked up from Sizhui's mouth on him.
This way he has time to come down from that mounting high, though not far down from it as Sizhui begins to move more steadily, even if he's still going slow. It's enough to let Broca step away from the edge, but not too far back from it as he turns his head to press his face further against the crook of Sizhui's neck, the palm of his hand flattening against the small of Sizhui's back as the sensation starts to build again.
He might have been rushing to finish, but this... this he can work with too. ]
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Absolutely fine!
Some people might be into that, but it seems like it'd take most people out of the moment. Considering that Sizhui hunted down this quiet spot for them to get up to this, he'll assume that Sizhui's someone who prefers some degree of privacy, even if baser instincts have forced his hand and had him acting quicker.
There's a quiet puff of breath that almost counts as a laugh at Sizhui's polite but uncertain sounding acknowledgement at Broca's comment. As he steps closer, gaze falling down to the man sitting in front of him, his head tilts just slightly to the side as he considers him. He's cute, with a soft and sweet looking air about him. Looking down at him during their escapades won't be an unpleasant experience in the slightest.
The only unfortunate thing here is the circumstances of their meeting not letting things play out more naturally, but... sex hotel and all that. ]
Mm, weird, but not terrible.
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except those situations don't include having a random third stranger joining in during the middle of bathtime. (or not yet, anyway—)
this is already enough and having to find a dark little corner is plenty flustering, he can't imagine how it would be with another person. which he is definitely not what he's contemplating when he hears broca huff a breath that sounds almost like a laugh. the sound has him perking slightly, his attention focused upward, the hand he'd guided broca over with lowering to take the robe he's using and toss it aside, then he rests it on his thigh instead while the opposite one raises so he can skim his fingertips along the underside of broca's cock. playfully, he tilts his head in the other direction, a tiny smile curving his mouth at the edges.
they cannot do anything about that, unfortunately, but at least they can enjoy themselves throughout said meeting.] I'll take the former over the latter, frankly, [is all he says, then he scooches forward on the bench a ways, flattens his palm against the tip of broca's dick to hold it against his groin, and leans in to let the flat of his tongue drag over the same area his fingers had been moments ago.]
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Though if it does, then Broca's "friendly" demeanor at getting interrupted ought to scare them right off again.
As Sizhui starts with his tentative and explorative touches though, Broca finds himself just hoping that no one distracts from this. His body has been keyed up and wanting this for a hot second now, and there's immediate satisfaction in finally having a hand on him. His expression doesn't change as Sizhui makes his comment and adjusts his hold, but the hum of acknowledgement he makes is followed by a sharp intake of breath as Sizhui moves forward to get a taste of him.
Definitely, definitely preferred if no one interrupts this right now.
His hand hangs at his side for a few seconds, before deciding it feels awkward and unnatural enough that he'll take a risk, reaching up to rest his hand on the back of Sizhui's head, no pressure applied, just something for him to do as the tips of his fingers slide under long strands of silky hair. ]
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but again, currently not a situation they have to consider!
rather than being distracted by anything else, sizhui's putting all his focus into laving broca's cock with as much attention as possible. he slides up and down each side of the length a couple times, his other hand moving up to broca's hip where he latches on, both to keep his partner in place and offering himself better purchase while he's going down on him; it's not super hard but it's enough to be felt, enough to press indents into his skin.
the hand settling against the back of his head does have him briefly upturning, wide eyes unblinking for the few moments he's staring, though he disengages before his starts reddening further. first, he nudges into it for encouragement, humming at the pleasant tingles spreading across his scalp when those digits move smoothly through his hair, vocal reassurance.
he continues lapping, breath already a bit heavier, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he downcasts again, glides his hand down to the base of broca's cock, curls his fingers around him and draws the head into his mouth, the tip of his tongue darting in a wet circle without hesitation.]
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He still had some, which given his age and the fact that he wasn't bad to look at shouldn't be a surprise. Sometimes people are willing to set low bars in order to feel some sexual gratification, and if you could get past the initial demeanor it wasn't like Broca was a bad bed partner.
It just meant he didn't hop into those beds all that often, and it had been some time since the last time someone had offered to blow him. Broca had genuinely forgotten how incredible it felt, and Sizhui seemed to have some idea of what he was doing with a dick. His breath stutters out in a loud exhale as his fingers curl further into Sizhui's hair, tangling into his locks as he watches each slide up and down the length of his cock.
He's staring down at Sizhui when the other man looks up at him, holding eye contact for a moment, before Sizhui breaks it first, and then ensuring Sizhui doesn't have to worry about the embarrassment of a staring contest again as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Sizhui's tongue back on him while his hand wraps around the part of his dick that his mouth can't envelop. ]
Shit.
[ It's not a bad curse though. They're just getting started here, and it already feels very, very good. ]
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maybe he's a little embarrassed by how it's happened, he isn't at all indignant, nor does he regret having dragged broca to this dark corner for a hookup. frankly, to put it simply, he just hopes he isn't too out of practice.
especially because that's the boat sizhui's in; he doesn't ordinarily sleep around with people he hasn't had a chance to at least get to know somewhat better, but there's always a first for everything, isn't there? blessedly, it's also true that sizhui knows his way around a cock, and that's why it's even easier to go through the motions of working over broca's until he's more prepared to take him in proper-like.
and now that he has, it's hard (haha) to think of anything else.
sizhui does glance upward again, though is less flustered by the fact broca's eyes are closed. some people like eye-contact during this sort of thing and while he's not against it, per se, he can understand why it might make others bashful, which is the reason he shuts his eyes as well. that, and the faint strain from pushing forward further, taking broca's dick deeper into his mouth, to the point the head reaches the back of his throat before he withdraws slightly, letting himself adjust to what he can comfortably keep in his mouth for now.]
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That's one of the strange quirks about sleeping with strangers, you don't really know what you're going to get as you head into the intimacy. If Sizhui wanted eye contact he wouldn't have minded, though with his mouth somewhat preoccupied it's probably difficult to really clarify what his preferences are right now.
And damn if it isn't preoccupied right now. Broca's own skills in this particular are aren't nearly as polished, and he's certain he couldn't swallow down nearly as much as Sizhui is managing right now. That it's been awhile for the man doesn't even occur to him.
He can certainly feel how deep into Sizhui he is though, and inhales sharply. His fingers trail slowly up Sizhui's head to rest against the base of one of his ears, rubbing lightly back and forth in a way he knows he himself likes, even if he's not willing to admit it out loud. ]
You good?
[ Given that he's gone still, Broca figures he should check. ]
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at some point, he'll have to stop what he's doing to convey a few things, but for now, he focuses on the task at hand, slight pun intended.
because what he doesn't try taking into his mouth again, he works over with his hand, a sudden shiver jolting up his spine at the sensation of fingers brushing against his ear. he moans around his mouthful first then nods as best as he can manage, the petting coaxing him into bobbing his head alongside the motion of his hand; it's an obscene, wet noise with the right amount of pressure, one that makes sizhui blush hotly, but it doesn't deter him at all.
in fact, he maneuvers to go deeper again, encouraged by broca's sounds, his other hand finding broca's hip once more and tugging lightly in an attempt to persuade him to move his hips in return.]
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It's so brief he's almost uncertain it happened at all, though even with that doubt in his mind, there's none to the fact that Sizhui was affected by his touch. The quick reaction to his gentle pet startles a loud inhale out of him as his fingers curl against the base of Sizhui's ear, his thumb running back and forth across it. With so much movement happening, he can't offer much more than this, but if even a small touch gets the guy going, hopefully that one thumb swipe of movement will still do something for him.
The thought flits through his mind that the horns would be easier to hold onto as he starts to rock his hips forward into Sizhui's mouth, following the encouragement those grasping hands are giving him. He won't right now, because an agreement to blow someone isn't the same as an agreement for a rough face fucking, but the temptation is there as the pleasure starts to build.
Instead Broca lets the energy simmering under his skin out in another way, rewarding Sizhui with a low moan that echoes off the tiled walls and floor of the bathhouse. ]
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brief though it is, it won't be long now and broca will be feeling that again, alongside something very different than just the sensation of sizhui's mouth moving over his cock. at first, he simply stiffens whenever broca's hand starts closing around the base of his ear, his eyes snapping open and his fingers gripping tighter, the edge of his nails threatening the soft skin of the tiger man's hip. fortunately, having his other hand where it is helps continuously guide him, and it's the moment when the tip of broca's dick hits the back of his throat again that he moans, shivers and squeezes his eyes shut.
having broca hold his antlers wouldn't be out of the question. in fact, it'd likely turn sizhui on even more, being facefucked, but the touching on the extra sensitive part of his ears is plenty to spur him on; he withdraws as broca does then moves in at the same time too, both hands skimming down the outside of his thighs, over the backs of them and up until he can grip his ass, his tongue faintly sliding out with the effort it takes to force broca deeper.
he's not stopping, however, nor does he urge his partner to slow down, particularly after earning such a noise that reverberates throughout the surrounding area.]
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Not that Broca is going to judge anyone for that right now when it's hard to think far past his dick at the moment. He's past the point of caring if someone else wanders in at this point, then let them have the show, his focus is narrowing down to his cock and the wet tongue eagerly pressing itself across the bottom of it. There's maybe some vague awareness of the hands on his thighs though, but they hardly register until they're gripping his ass and forcing him in deeper.
It gets a small puff of laughter from him, just a single one as his fingers turn to slide back into Sizhui's hair, pressing down against his scalp as he goes along with the urging. He gives one warning and one warning only-- ]
Don't choke.
[ Before his hips begin to move forward in firm albeit shallow movements. As narrowed down as his focus is, he still has enough self-control right now to really go ramming himself into Sizhui's mouth, though he'll give his jaw a small workout as he starts to pick up the pace. ]
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he's lucky that it's mostly the base of his ears where the sensitive spots are, though that doesn't mean the rest of them aren't. it just means if broca grasps him nearer to those spots, he'll get a more instinctive reaction, even if he isn't exactly unresponsive to other gestures.
the laughter has him peeking up, wide eyes blinking a couple of times, his shoulders bobbing in half-response, half-anticipation, an affirming hum following broca's warning. he'll do his best, as he does with everything else, but if he chokes a bit, it's alright. (or is that a demand? should he not choke? is broca giving him a challenge?) he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying to ignore the derailed train of thought, especially when broca's hips begin quickening.
sizhui relaxes further, his hands slackening slightly, allowing broca easier movement and better control rather than guiding him, his throat working with some effort the deeper his partner goes. he moans around his mouthful this time, eventually lowering one hand between his legs to grip the bench, nails scraping, splintering some of the wood on the underside.]
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But nothing can beat this. As good as the surprise can be, being allowed to give into something baser and more frantic feels so natural to him. He might not be going has hard as he really wants to, but it feels good to be able to move, to be able to have some say in how fast and heavy his own pleasure comes on while he fucks his way into Sizhui's mouth.
Still, even as he goes, even as his breathing becomes more labored and his eyes take on a glazed look, he still notices the shift of hands, the way Sizhui's fingernails bite into the wood. His words come out choppy between panted breaths, but as much as he's clearly enjoying himself here, he means it as he says-- ]
Just hit my leg if it gets to be too much. I'll stop.
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broca even offering what he does, as strange as it seems at first, is already a step in the right direction.
he blinks lightly, reaches his opposite hand to rest on broca's forearm on the same side, his fingers momentarily squeezing to convey that he understands what he's being told. while he desperately wants to tell broca to stop before he comes, it's rather difficult to do so with his dick in his mouth— it's fine, though, he can use the same gesture to stop him if he believes he might be getting too close.
for now, sizhui lets him thrust, making slow, careful swallowing motions whenever the other man's cock fucks further back toward his throat. he loosens his hand on the bench, making sure he hasn't caused too much damage, his fingers flexing out, in, and out again, then he flattens the hand against a sturdy thigh, using it for purchase while he clutches broca's wrist tighter.]
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Though it's hard not to do a little. The gentle hand on his arm is a nice reassurance that he's doing just fine right now, but as he keeps going it does make it hard to maintain that self-control.
If he knew that Sizhui was solidly disinterested in having Broca come in his mouth, he might make more of an effort, but without having had that discussion before he doesn't even think about it. That means it's up to Sizhui to figure out what's happening here as he grabs onto his wrist and rests a hand against his thigh.
Broca certainly doesn't make it easy from the lack of obvious change in his already tight expression, but there are little signs that he's starting to get close, his fingers tightening in Sizhui's hair, the thigh that Sizhui is resting his hand against starting to tense, and his breathing coming out in more audible huffs.
There's always something pleasant about this stage of sex for someone who can get as inside his own head and Broca does sometimes. It feels good to have his thoughts and focus narrowed to something simple and pleasant in a way that overwhelms the rest of his senses. It makes it easy to get lost in the cresting sensations, and to stop carefully watching the man whose mouth he's using right now, even if he's looking directly at him. ]
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it has nothing to do at all with him being disinterested in broca filling his throat and everything to do with the fact he wants him filling his ass instead. vulgar to consider, yet truthful, nevertheless. lucky for them both, he's observant enough to pay attention to cues; those tightening hands, the muscle underneath his hand becoming stiffer, the heavier breathing. he takes note, patiently waits, right up until he thinks it's nearest the time for broca to climax—
then he clenches the hand on his leg and, right when the other man's cock pops back into his throat again, he lightly yet firmly bumps his fist against it, hoping it's enough of a warning. is he maybe rude for bringing broca so close to the edge and backing off at the very last second? yes, probably, but he will make it worthwhile.
so long as broca slows down, he'll give him another moment or two to rub his dick against his tongue, but then he forces himself back to breathe. not entirely off, however, just not filling his mouth as much, this way he can concentrate on delicately breathing through his nose.
sizhui is kind though, at least gliding his hand from broca's leg to his wet cock, his fingers gripping what length he's no longer sucking.]
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Sizhui thumping on the side of his leg to tell him it's time to stop without that piece of knowledge instead has him letting out a pained groan and a shuddering sigh as he stills his hips. Edging is already something a man like Broca finds difficult to deal with, and it's downright excruciating to edge himself.
But he does it, even as he tilts his head up towards the ceiling and sighs heavily as he slowly pulls his cock out of Sizhui's mouth, not even taking the generous offer to use Sizhui's mouth for long as he assumes the other man needs a moment to fully catch his breath.
His voice sounds strained as he checks in, even if the hand still on him is nice. ]
You alright?
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he will not complain if broca dumps a load down his throat, though. while he'd maybe be a little disappointed at first, the satisfaction would settle in and he'd be fine, they could think of something else instead . . .
but broca stops despite the painful noise he lets out. that almost makes him reconsider altogether and yank the tiger man back in, the abrupt need to make him feel better hitting like a brick wall. a soft, breathless-sounding gasp falls unbidden from his lips when broca finally removes his cock, prompting sizhui to raise his opposite hand and rest his index and middle fingers against his lips, not quite muffling himself, moreso to cover the mess his mouth has become.]
Y-Yes, [he manages, huffing another heavy sigh, those rabbit ears atop his head flattening as he averts his gaze.] I... I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to come yet. [a pause, his gaze redirects to broca's face, the hand on his cock strokes and the other lowers from his mouth, his words somewhat stabler.] Not until you're inside me.
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Broca holds absolutely nothing against Sizhui here, even if the somewhat unintentional edging had felt excruciating to him. It's something he likes to think he'd put up with better in normal circumstances, but even without the pheromone powers in play here riling him up, he'd still probably be just as distraught if he was so close to finally coming, and someone demanded he stop.
Right now though Sizhui is making up for that request to stop in spades by finally voicing the reason behind the pause out loud. With his hand stroking Broca's cock, there's going to be no mistaking the twitch of interest from the Feline as his ears perk up nice and straight as he looks down at him. Some of the predatory effect is cut by the fact that his pupils are blown nice and wide right now, but there is an intent stillness about him at the moment that does feel fitting for the cat he resembles. ]
How do you want to do this?
[ His gaze finally breaks away from Sizhui to glance at the area around them. The bench is a little low for him, but probably useable. He could also hold Sizhui up against one of the walls and take him there. The options are limited, but the aren't non-existent. ]
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kudos to him for having the self-control to stop, truly, especially because the púca had dragged it out for as long as possible, whether intentionally or not, but at least he's doing right by them both and proceeding with the next part of his plan.
gently, he squeezes the base of broca's cock on a downstroke, grinning up at him, the mirth shining bright in his dark eyes. regardless of how much or how little predaciousness the look holds, sizhui feels the instinct, the fight or flight response rearing its head, and yet he does something totally different than both of those choices. he glances around them too, pondering, wondering what way would be best (and safest) in this situation.
he rises from the bench, close enough that his chest and stomach rub up against broca's dick in the process, his attention finally upturning to him again.] Would you rather fuck me against a wall or sit on the bench and let me ride you? Unless you have a preference, I'm going to choose the latter.
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They can jointly get annoyed at the hotel together later, for now Broca's thoughts are preoccupied.
So when Sizhui makes his suggestions, and also his preferences known, Broca whirls into action. He doesn't have a large preference himself, so if this is the way Sizhui wants to do it, then Broca will gladly go along with it.
With Sizhui now up again, he places a hand on the other man's waist, quickly turning around himself to sit down on the bench with an upward flick of his tail to keep it out of the way. He also doesn't give Sizhui much of a chance to settle before he's using that hand resting on Sizhui's side to pull him closer, trying to coax him (probably unnecessarily) to straddle Broca's thighs.
Seems like he's fine with the latter, yes. ]
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and yes, they can, sizhui's already got words planned, although those don't matter at all when broca's suddenly seizing the moment.
attention briefly downcasting to that hand, his eyebrows lift with interest, then he raises his gaze again just in time to be twisted around until he's standing before broca who starts to sit down on the bench. he encircles his shoulders, lets his eyes drift to the tail, lips quirked in a lazy, sort of addle-minded way, but he's brought back into the moment whenever broca tugs him closer. it's effortless to allow it, to let himself sit on the other male's lap, his knees on either side of his legs, the expression coming across his face something more akin to actual sheepishness this time.
sizhui tilts forward a little further, guiding his body until broca's cock is behind him where he wastes no time cupping his hand against the underside and grinding his ass against the length of him.]
We'll probably have to go slow at first, but... [the sentence trails off, he lifts his hips, arches his back and aligns broca's dick with his hole, gingerly beginning to guide him in. it's not an easy motion, either, making his eyes squeeze shut, his lower-lip tuck between his teeth, and still he maintains a slow, downward movement.]
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It makes sense, and Broca does understand the need considering the complete lack of preparation they're going into this with, but that doesn't stop him from letting out a small sigh as his head slumps forward to rest on Sizhui's shoulder while he slowly sinks down on his dick. His free arm wrapping around the small of Sizhui's back.
This is torture when all he wants to do is buck up quickly into him, but he squeezes his own eyes shut and takes a deep inhale. The payoff will be worth it... this is fine. ]
Slow, got it...
[ His fingers loosen on Sizhui's side, his touch more gentle as he lets the boy ease himself down at his own pace. ]
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sizhui's ears flatten against his head at that sigh, he faintly tips sideways with consideration at first, then leans his head in the opposite direction to rest against broca's after he's propped against his shoulder. he nuzzles an ear, shifts his hips with more intent and gasps softly when broca finally pushes further inside of him, both of his arms reaching to hook around the man's shoulders and hold him tightly.] Not for long, [he whispers, left fingertips stroking down broca's shoulderblade,] I promise.
[especially because now that he's been breached, he thinks there's no need to be agonizingly slow, at least, and his pace quickens the faintest amount, knees bending to bring him down a little faster.]
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Besides, it's a wise move in other ways too. Though Broca is putting on what counts as dramatics for him by resting his head on Sizhui after being told to be patient, the speed is dragging this out longer than it would have if Sizhui had rushed to get to it. If the end goal is for Sizhui to also be able to finish this way, if he'd gotten right to it from the start, Broca would have blown his load quickly after getting worked up from Sizhui's mouth on him.
This way he has time to come down from that mounting high, though not far down from it as Sizhui begins to move more steadily, even if he's still going slow. It's enough to let Broca step away from the edge, but not too far back from it as he turns his head to press his face further against the crook of Sizhui's neck, the palm of his hand flattening against the small of Sizhui's back as the sensation starts to build again.
He might have been rushing to finish, but this... this he can work with too. ]
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