[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]
[ Fur definitely had its own advantage for certain things, but it was true that without the fuzzing covering Broca's muscle really did stand out. Still, guys like Hung managed to look big and impressively bulky even while rocking all the body hair.
Those pats to that bare chest has Broca grunting out a slightly disgruntled sounding response though. Even with his very limited blowjob giving experience, Aak's response does strike him as a pretty strange thank you.
As for the comment... ]
I look impatient?
[ That is genuinely something he wasn't aware of, but he doesn't often consider how he looks to others, other than the work he put in to look intimidating, of course, and the very minimal effort that has gone into trying to relax his features out of his permanent scowl now with equally minimal success. ]
[Their limited experience one way or another means they just sort of have to fumble their way around things. Aak glances up at Broca's face again, assessing,]
I mean, you've got kinda the "girls want him to ravish them" thing. Like, no nonsense?
[Aak doesn't say any of these things with malice. He knows he's just throwing out random judgement. And, anyways, a judgment based on just appearance was bound to be wrong anyways.]
I also wouldn't have guessed you'd be a softie and finish me first. [he pats a hand against Broca's pecs again, this time with a teasing fondness to it. He leans against the other's body with a bit more comfort,]
[ The idea that women want Broca to ravish them seems to be news to the big guy. Most of the time women give him a wide berth after taking one look at his surly looking mug. He's had a few exceptions over the years, but not enough for him to think of them as more than flukes.
One ear tilts down as he considers what Aak is saying about him right now, looking more confused than ever. ]
It was my idea, so it makes sense for you to finish first.
[ A strange sort of fairness in Broca's mind, even though Aak is still the one that started all of this by dumping pheromone enhancing soap all over Broca, Broca was still technically the one to lead Aak here for the sake of sex. If he was going to expect a favor, he needed to give Aak something first in turn. A more positive version of tit for tat, which given the continued chest touching he's receiving right now seems to be something Aak is very here for.
Despite being confused by the idea of being desirable to women or a softie, Broca doesn't help his case arguing the second summation by reaching up to place a hand on Aak's shoulder as he leans against him, to make sure he stays steady. ]
[The confusion plays plainly across Aak's face as he glances up. Like, he might deny it out loud, but it was undeniably his fault. He was used to his mischief being met with stern discipline or at very least making him pay back in one way or another.]
[So, like, yeah. Definitely a softie. The exact details of the softness could be explored at his leisure. After all, they might have a long time as guests ahead of themselves.]
[... Right, right, the hard-on. He's gotta stop forgetting that for the poor guy, since he clearly wasn't advocating for his own erection.]
So, then? What's your next idea? My hand? Your hand? Ooh, there's that thing I've seen where you rub up against someone but you don't stick it in! We got enough slippery stuff around here, right...
[ Not once in his life has Broca been expected to mete out discipline for bad behavior. Not on his own at least, though he has followed instructions from others to deliver punishments of sorts, and acted in their stead, but that feels very different to him than making the call to correct bad behavior on his own.
That's not to say he couldn't or wouldn't snap and lash out if someone pushed too hard, but so far nothing Aak had done warranted that kind of response. ... Not yet at least.
He's doing a good job keeping Broca from having a chance to stew in any anger by calling attention back to the task at hand as well. Potentially literally at hand depending how they decide to handle it, though...
He glances around the stall, noting the fact that unsurprisingly besides a variety of soaps and shampoos, it does also come with more standard lubricant. They wouldn't even necessarily need to get creative, because the sex obsessed hotel is doing everything in its power to make sex happen. ]
It would make your fur messy.
[ It's not a complaint on Broca's part, just a mild warning. It'd make a mess out of skin as well, but he knows how much more of a pain it can be to wash something sticky out of fur compared to washing it off of skin. ]
[It's just the pace Aak works at, for better or for worse. It's the kind of pace that Broca is probably fair to stop and ask, have you considered the consequences? Broca may not be good at doling out punishment but even the most basic "are you sure" dialogue prompt makes Aak roll his eyes and pat Broca's pecs once again.]
We're in the bath. [like, if there was any time to get his fur messy, wasn't it now? Aak's sass does dim a bit as he glances off to the side. It would be a pain to have to fully clean himself twice but,]
... and, to be honest, I hadn't finished my washing before I squirted you.
[He hadn't done the hard part of cleaning every bit of his fur. Truly, he had been playing around like rowdy kid. If he was going to learn how bad the lube and fur was, he might as well learn it with a fellow Feline. Not that he expected Broca to hang around once they were done... if he did? Then he was definitely too soft. It would all click when if he found out about Broca's henchmen past because that exactly matched the vibes here.]
[ Limited interactions and understanding leave Broca at a loss for what to expect from Aak right now, but a little time will quickly make him realize what he's working with here. Fortunately, he's used to dealing with impulsive and reckless people.
... Less fortunately the impulse control voice of reason isn't here, so the chances that Broca will successfully rein Aak in are slim.
He's not even stopping the boy from his continued pec patting, though he is starting to note this is starting to move away from coincidental. He looks skeptical about it, but if he was going to put an end to this because he cared that much about Aak making a mess of himself, then he would have had the fortitude to not lead him here in the first place.
As it turns out having a cock in his mouth did nothing to diminish Broca's own interest in getting off here. So despite the frown he's fixing Aak with, it doesn't stop him from shoving aside bottles of actual cleaning products lining the tiny little shower shelf in order to grab the lube also provided presumably for this very purpose. ]
You'll probably need something to stand on.
[ He's too short for Broca to do this otherwise unless he's rubbing his cock all over Aak's stomach and chest. ]
[Despite Aak's impulses and desire he can be told no. It just requires someone willing, whether through conviction or kindness, to stop him. And he'd learned that plenty of people just aren't willing to stop you one way or another.]
[That's why there is some hesitation, some anticipation, while Broca stares him down with that grumpy face. It's why Aak's face does seem to lighten up visibly when he's not denied.]
Right, right, on it. Don't go lifting me again, [he briefly ducks over to the shower curtain to peek out and find one of the many plastic stools available for sitting and washing (or for the height-challenged). Before he actually grabs it, he ducks back in,]
Just, like, right now. You can lift me again some other time, big guy. [is this flirting]
[Anyways, then he can duck to grab a sturdy-enough stool of an about right height. Despite the earlier embarrassment he seems to have no problem just ducking out. It helps that, satisfied, his cock has slid mostly back into the sheath so less is outright exposed. It's all about control of his own presentation. If you do something confidently enough, people tend to just let it mentally slide.]
[Aak herds the stool into the stall with his foot, sliding it into place with a little kick.]
[ He could probably manage to lift Aak up again for another extended bout, though the method Aak's proposing might make it a little trickier, and he'd definitely have to be shoved up against a wall, but...
It's not something that matters much when Aak's coming up with his own solution to the problem. Tucked away in the stall like he is, no one can actually see Broca right now, but there is something almost comical about this large man with an equally impressively scaled hard-on standing there in mild confusion and a lot of rapid blinking as he watches the smaller Feline duck his head out of the shower, back in to deliver that line that seems to go right over Broca's head as a flirting attempt, and then fully darting out.
Real gormless behavior on Broca's part.
The understanding at least dawns on him when Aak comes back with stool in tow. Yeah... yeah that'd just about do it.
Alright in that case, Broca doesn't waste more time as he makes a grab for the bottle of lube convenient left in this (and every other) shower stall, and nods his head towards the stool as if to tell Aak to go ahead and hop up already. He's been remarkably patient and willing to let the other guy go first, but it doesn't mean that patience extends outwards indefinitely. ]
[At least Aak is more focused on what he's doing, his own thoughts. It's fine, right now, if Broca was just dumbfounded or needing to catch up. This was hypothetically about fairness for Broca. But it was also just as much about Aak's curiosity, his desire to explore this situation, and so he was perfectly content to just move ahead with his plans.]
[He nudges the stool a bit more with his feet, making sure it's pressed properly up against the wall of the stall. Then he'll step up on it, glancing to check that the height difference is correct. He presses he back up against the tile, much straighter than before. It seemed easier this way, considering his tail.]
[(And also, while he didn't care before, he was a bit curious to assess Broca in a situation like this. Would he still look as impassive? Would he make a laughable face? He wants to know!)]
[ Positioning himself to face him does seem to be something that takes Broca by surprise. While he doesn't say anything about Aak's choice, the slow blink and ears turning out to the side still give him away.
So this is going to go a bit differently than he expected... that's fine. It doesn't occur to Broca that there might be any ulterior motives here, or that Aak might have any interest in watching his face during sex.
It wouldn't bother him much even if he did know though. He's never been particularly self-conscious in this area, though it might puzzle him to realize someone was so fascinated to know what his O face looked like.
So he doesn't question it as he squeezes a generous helping of lube onto his fingers, giving Aak a thoughtful look before stating. ]
Spread your legs a little.
[ It'll make it easier at first while he preps this at least. ]
[Aak just answers the questioning look with a smile. He's adept at acting like something's normal without knowing it. It was about owning it. It was about not looking vulnerable. It was about saying as little as possible with his smile as Broca did with his straight lip.]
[Thankfully, that bluff wasn't about to come back and bite him here and now.]
[Aak slides his legs apart, making sure his feet were still planted firmly on the stool. His tail flicks a bit, wet and squished into the space behind him.]
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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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Those pats to that bare chest has Broca grunting out a slightly disgruntled sounding response though. Even with his very limited blowjob giving experience, Aak's response does strike him as a pretty strange thank you.
As for the comment... ]
I look impatient?
[ That is genuinely something he wasn't aware of, but he doesn't often consider how he looks to others, other than the work he put in to look intimidating, of course, and the very minimal effort that has gone into trying to relax his features out of his permanent scowl now with equally minimal success. ]
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I mean, you've got kinda the "girls want him to ravish them" thing. Like, no nonsense?
[Aak doesn't say any of these things with malice. He knows he's just throwing out random judgement. And, anyways, a judgment based on just appearance was bound to be wrong anyways.]
I also wouldn't have guessed you'd be a softie and finish me first. [he pats a hand against Broca's pecs again, this time with a teasing fondness to it. He leans against the other's body with a bit more comfort,]
So we're learning lots about each other, huh!
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One ear tilts down as he considers what Aak is saying about him right now, looking more confused than ever. ]
It was my idea, so it makes sense for you to finish first.
[ A strange sort of fairness in Broca's mind, even though Aak is still the one that started all of this by dumping pheromone enhancing soap all over Broca, Broca was still technically the one to lead Aak here for the sake of sex. If he was going to expect a favor, he needed to give Aak something first in turn. A more positive version of tit for tat, which given the continued chest touching he's receiving right now seems to be something Aak is very here for.
Despite being confused by the idea of being desirable to women or a softie, Broca doesn't help his case arguing the second summation by reaching up to place a hand on Aak's shoulder as he leans against him, to make sure he stays steady. ]
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[So, like, yeah. Definitely a softie. The exact details of the softness could be explored at his leisure. After all, they might have a long time as guests ahead of themselves.]
[... Right, right, the hard-on. He's gotta stop forgetting that for the poor guy, since he clearly wasn't advocating for his own erection.]
So, then? What's your next idea? My hand? Your hand? Ooh, there's that thing I've seen where you rub up against someone but you don't stick it in! We got enough slippery stuff around here, right...
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That's not to say he couldn't or wouldn't snap and lash out if someone pushed too hard, but so far nothing Aak had done warranted that kind of response. ... Not yet at least.
He's doing a good job keeping Broca from having a chance to stew in any anger by calling attention back to the task at hand as well. Potentially literally at hand depending how they decide to handle it, though...
He glances around the stall, noting the fact that unsurprisingly besides a variety of soaps and shampoos, it does also come with more standard lubricant. They wouldn't even necessarily need to get creative, because the sex obsessed hotel is doing everything in its power to make sex happen. ]
It would make your fur messy.
[ It's not a complaint on Broca's part, just a mild warning. It'd make a mess out of skin as well, but he knows how much more of a pain it can be to wash something sticky out of fur compared to washing it off of skin. ]
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We're in the bath. [like, if there was any time to get his fur messy, wasn't it now? Aak's sass does dim a bit as he glances off to the side. It would be a pain to have to fully clean himself twice but,]
... and, to be honest, I hadn't finished my washing before I squirted you.
[He hadn't done the hard part of cleaning every bit of his fur. Truly, he had been playing around like rowdy kid. If he was going to learn how bad the lube and fur was, he might as well learn it with a fellow Feline. Not that he expected Broca to hang around once they were done... if he did? Then he was definitely too soft. It would all click when if he found out about Broca's henchmen past because that exactly matched the vibes here.]
So, there's no problem!
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... Less fortunately the impulse control voice of reason isn't here, so the chances that Broca will successfully rein Aak in are slim.
He's not even stopping the boy from his continued pec patting, though he is starting to note this is starting to move away from coincidental. He looks skeptical about it, but if he was going to put an end to this because he cared that much about Aak making a mess of himself, then he would have had the fortitude to not lead him here in the first place.
As it turns out having a cock in his mouth did nothing to diminish Broca's own interest in getting off here. So despite the frown he's fixing Aak with, it doesn't stop him from shoving aside bottles of actual cleaning products lining the tiny little shower shelf in order to grab the lube also provided presumably for this very purpose. ]
You'll probably need something to stand on.
[ He's too short for Broca to do this otherwise unless he's rubbing his cock all over Aak's stomach and chest. ]
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[That's why there is some hesitation, some anticipation, while Broca stares him down with that grumpy face. It's why Aak's face does seem to lighten up visibly when he's not denied.]
Right, right, on it. Don't go lifting me again, [he briefly ducks over to the shower curtain to peek out and find one of the many plastic stools available for sitting and washing (or for the height-challenged). Before he actually grabs it, he ducks back in,]
Just, like, right now. You can lift me again some other time, big guy. [is this flirting]
[Anyways, then he can duck to grab a sturdy-enough stool of an about right height. Despite the earlier embarrassment he seems to have no problem just ducking out. It helps that, satisfied, his cock has slid mostly back into the sheath so less is outright exposed. It's all about control of his own presentation. If you do something confidently enough, people tend to just let it mentally slide.]
[Aak herds the stool into the stall with his foot, sliding it into place with a little kick.]
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It's not something that matters much when Aak's coming up with his own solution to the problem. Tucked away in the stall like he is, no one can actually see Broca right now, but there is something almost comical about this large man with an equally impressively scaled hard-on standing there in mild confusion and a lot of rapid blinking as he watches the smaller Feline duck his head out of the shower, back in to deliver that line that seems to go right over Broca's head as a flirting attempt, and then fully darting out.
Real gormless behavior on Broca's part.
The understanding at least dawns on him when Aak comes back with stool in tow. Yeah... yeah that'd just about do it.
Alright in that case, Broca doesn't waste more time as he makes a grab for the bottle of lube convenient left in this (and every other) shower stall, and nods his head towards the stool as if to tell Aak to go ahead and hop up already. He's been remarkably patient and willing to let the other guy go first, but it doesn't mean that patience extends outwards indefinitely. ]
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[At least Aak is more focused on what he's doing, his own thoughts. It's fine, right now, if Broca was just dumbfounded or needing to catch up. This was hypothetically about fairness for Broca. But it was also just as much about Aak's curiosity, his desire to explore this situation, and so he was perfectly content to just move ahead with his plans.]
[He nudges the stool a bit more with his feet, making sure it's pressed properly up against the wall of the stall. Then he'll step up on it, glancing to check that the height difference is correct. He presses he back up against the tile, much straighter than before. It seemed easier this way, considering his tail.]
[(And also, while he didn't care before, he was a bit curious to assess Broca in a situation like this. Would he still look as impassive? Would he make a laughable face? He wants to know!)]
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So this is going to go a bit differently than he expected... that's fine. It doesn't occur to Broca that there might be any ulterior motives here, or that Aak might have any interest in watching his face during sex.
It wouldn't bother him much even if he did know though. He's never been particularly self-conscious in this area, though it might puzzle him to realize someone was so fascinated to know what his O face looked like.
So he doesn't question it as he squeezes a generous helping of lube onto his fingers, giving Aak a thoughtful look before stating. ]
Spread your legs a little.
[ It'll make it easier at first while he preps this at least. ]
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[Thankfully, that bluff wasn't about to come back and bite him here and now.]
[Aak slides his legs apart, making sure his feet were still planted firmly on the stool. His tail flicks a bit, wet and squished into the space behind him.]
Got it, got it~
[Meanwhile, he can observe.]
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