[ 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. ]
[see? it's clearly not the worst thing broca could be going through right now; he could still be getting edged with a blowjob or something, after all, so this seems rather accommodating for the both of them at this point. (also: no matter how slow they go, there's a likely chance sizhui will be wobbling out of the baths either way.)
giving broca a moment or two to catch his breath and reel himself in is perfect for what he wants, too.
he blinks lightly and shivers, goosebumps prickling his skin the more broca nuzzles against his neck, but he doesn't hesitate to return the gesture by tracing the shell of a human ear with the tip of his nose, one hand reaching to cup broca's nape, gently holding him in place where he's buried against his neck. this is... nice, much nicer than he could've thought one might have during a sexual encounter within a public bathroom like this— but never forget this is still not entirely a first for him.
which he's definitely not thinking about as he continues lowering, moving past halfway, a little further and then eventually, he's nearly flush with the other's lap, his opposite hand curling, unfurling then his fingertips knead against broca's shoulder for encouragement.] You can, ah, roll your hips up into me a little if you like. [that way he's not forcing him to sit still any longer than necessary.]
[ In the world of Terra most people don't have a lot of preference for which set of ears they lavish attention on during more intimate moments, or there are at least an equal number of people who will give attention to human ears verses the furrier counterparts.
Broca will soon find that people in this hotel have a big preference for his tiger ears, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but there is a sensitivity to his more human ears that makes what Sizhui is doing right now feel nice in a different way, a way that has a shiver running up his spine as he breathes in Sizhui's scent deeply.
If he wasn't feeling the drive to chase his own pleasure, he wouldn't mind just sitting in this moment for awhile. He tends not to have too many genuinely sensual moments in the quick and messy hookups that have pockmarked Broca's poor excuse of a love life. It's nice... it's very, very nice.
But Sizhui is giving him permission for a different kind of nice, and Broca doesn't have the strength in him to resist that temptation right now. He groans quietly against Sizhui's skin as he takes full advantage of that suggestion, pushing up into Sizhui with a smooth, steady roll of the hips, limited in his movements by their positions, but doing an admirable job of still pushing deeper into Sizhui regardless.
Once he's started he can't stop either. Whether Sizhui is ready for him to continue or moving or not, he's doing it regardless, his hips continuing that smooth and gentle movement as he rocks into Sizhui with a shaky breath. ]
[having gotten so used to people going for his animal appendages, sizhui does his absolute best to ignore it most times, even though they can still prove to be quite sensitive if touched in particular spots. what's unfortunate(?) for him is the fact that not only are those sensitive, his actual human ears are also an erogenous zone, so he cannot win one way or the other.
—not that that's a complaint or anything, he likes how it feels, he just also thinks it makes him really easy to tease.
for now, however, he can take full advantage of the fact that broca's seem a little touchy, too. it makes him want to give them more attention, of course, but he's going to be distracted here momentarily once the other male starts moving like he'd suggested.
sizhui turns away from broca's ear, cupping the hand against his neck a little firmer, his breath leaving in an abrupt grunt as those hips roll and push broca's cock deeper into him. it's instinctive to shift away from the faint ache of the intrusion, but he does the opposite, steadying himself on his knees and rolling his hips down as broca's move upward, working him even further than before. an unintelligible noise follows another heavy breath, he relifts then lowers again, clutching the other arm around his shoulders.
and whenever broca continuously begins moving, he does his best to follow, tilting back toward the same ear to whisper encouragingly,] Keep going just like that. [then he quickens the pace of his own hips, disregarding the way his thighs tremble in pleasure and with the effort of holding him.]
[ For once Sizhui has a chance to turn the tables on someone then, because he's right to guess that Broca's own ears are sensitive as well. A brush against them tends to feel more pleasingly ticklish than arousing, but the touch is still nice none-the-less, and he's happy to lean into it, even if his own movements have Sizhui turning his face away for now.
Sizhui is not the first sexual partner that Broca has ever had, and here in this hotel he certainly won't be the last. He understands in a vague sense the need for adjustment before diving into the really hot and heavy stuff, even if his own tendency to fall into the role that looks more befitting for him means he's never been on the end of this act that would require adjusting. He still knows why Sizhui might need to turn away, catch his breath, even force himself to move in tandem with Broca rather than against him like instinct dictates.
It doesn't do much to help him become more patient or to slow down now that he's started though, and the encouraging whisper has the breath catching in his throat as he kicks up the speed just slightly, holding onto Sizhui's body now to keep him steady as his moves with more force, using his own calves to ground himself as he rocks into Sizhui with more force, not able to keep going without some increase. ]
[slowly but surely, sizhui's learning that he likes being able to do such things, no matter how small the gesture may seem at the time. while he does momentarily turn away, broca needn't worry, he'll be exploiting that sensitive area again soon enough, once he's able to catch his breath and make sure they're moving together rather than against one another. (or differently? either way—)
they will, hopefully, become friends and possibly regular partners if needed, but next time, sizhui will make sure that he's better prepared than this. there's a chance they could've stumbled around a little longer and found some actual lubrication, though given the circumstances and both of them being impatient, this seemed the best idea, and with how they're finally getting down to business proper-like, sizhui's glad they went this route, especially with each jolt of pleasure that shoots up his spine whenever broca moves his hips just right.
patience isn't anything they need anymore, not when they're fucking. now is the time for faster, harder, more— and if sizhui could form another coherent sentence, he would've asked for all of that immediately. so, it's probably best that he can't and instead, he focuses on bouncing on broca's cock, leaning back ever-so-slightly to glance down with half-lidded eyes at the hands holding him, his mouth falling open in a harsher breath, something more akin to an actual openly panting sound.]
[ In a hotel like this with shampoo laced with chemicals that will make people horny for one another, it does seem likely they'd have readily available lubricant in their public bathhouse as well. The fact that there is a tucked away corner like the one they're currently fucking in right now shows that it was designed with these sort of trysts in mind.
It's just fortunate for them both that they happen to be on the same page here as far as rushing ahead towards something more heated. The chances aren't nonexistence that Sizhui will walk away with a sex limp and Broca with a chafed cock, but things like that are hard to concern himself with right now when he has this boy enthusiastically riding his dick the way he is.
The sobering reality of rational thoughts that had started to creep back in when Sizhui had cut the blowjob short is once again smashed into oblivion as instinct and want takes over. He can keep his head pretty well during the majority of the rising act of sex, but he eventually hits a point where it's hard to keep his thoughts straight, and he'd already gotten to that point once. It takes almost nothing to get him there a second time.
Even as Sizhui leans back to look down at the hands on him, Broca's grip increases as he chases after Sizhui, a small rumbling sound in his chest as he bucks up into him harder, his mouth moving to press down onto Sizhui's shoulder, his neck, his jawline. It's hard to call what he's doing a kiss exactly, lacking much finesse, but there are lips and tongue making contact with Sizhui's skin as he does his best to fuck up into him with the limited movements he's able to make in this position. ]
[impatience can make people do silly things and sometimes, those ridiculous things include not prepping better for sexual intercourse. sure, they'll both be a little sore later – and perhaps for the rest of the day? – but it's better(?) than the alternative. (it's not, but whatever excuses they can get away with, right?)
the only somewhat rational thought he does have is the tiny part of him that's refraining from telling broca to go faster. if he does, they really and truly will be in pain, and they don't need to exacerbate things in that sense. no, the way he's moving is enough, the spread of his knees bringing him down further while he lets himself be guided by broca's hold. the unexpected thing is what comes after, but although it wasn't anticipated, it's not unwelcome in the slightest.
he adjusts the placement of his arms, one around broca's shoulders again and the other lowering to worm underneath the other's left arm, latching himself into place against him as they continue fucking. his head tilts when broca mouths over his shoulder, along his neck and up to his face, which is where he straightens up to a point. like this, all he has to do is turn his head then he can graze his lips over broca's ear, his mouth curving into the smallest smile, but it pops open shortly thereafter on a soft, breathless moan whenever he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot.]
Do you–ah–want to s-stay like this? [it would take nothing at all for broca to stand and take him with him if he wants to be able to move better.]
[ Unless the two of them go searching for lubricant after the act, they can always use the excuse that there was none around, and there's no way to prove they were wrong. Broca can already say for sure he had no intention of loitering around this bathroom after he satiates the needs that the shampoo in this place created in him.
Leaving would come later though, because right now he wants to keep chasing this pleasure. The feeling of Sizhui's smooth skin pressed against his mouth feels nice, even if it tempts Broca to bite down again, dying to dig his fangs into flesh even though more gentle pressure against his lips and tongue is just as nice right now.
It would be so easy to get completely lost in the dizzying pleasure of what he wants and what he's already enjoying, forced to swap back and forth between the two as the feeling keeps building. Hell, he is getting lost in that sensation, and that's why when Sizhui moves to speak directly against his ear he shudders, mind struggling to make sense of what he's being asked as thoughts continue to come in sluggishly and second place to his body's needs right now. ]
What?
[ Stay like this? What else would...?
His eyes snap open again as he finally seems to understand what is being asked, his grip on Sizhui tightening. The wheels in his brain start to turn again properly as he starts to play out what he could do in order to make this better for both of them right now, even if he's positive they could both probably finish just like this. ]
[now is definitely not the time to be thinking about hunting down lubrication or leaving, oh no. they ought to keep focus on each other and, once they've finished up, then they can decide on how to go their separate ways. until then, sizhui plans to fuck himself raw on broca's dick, too lost in the euphoria to stay concentrated on his question for too long.
and if broca wanted to bite him, he's more than welcome. he's been bitten so often, he usually expects it and to be scratched, regardless of who he encounters nowadays. the gentler pressure, however, does feel nice, an electric jolt of softer pleasure radiating from the spots broca's mouth touches out to the tips of his fingers, all the way down to his toes. it makes him want to shake and, if they weren't already sitting, his knees would be weak, but that doesn't mean he won't rest a little more of his weight on the other man's lap rather than keep fully balanced on his knees.
that ‘what?’ captures his attention long enough for sizhui's eyes to become half-lidded, focused intently on broca, his mouth hanging open on another pant, even if he does attempt to explain— but how fortunate, it seems to click into place faster than sizhui can form a coherent sentence.
so, he keeps bucking his hips, slightly slower now, eyelids flickering a few times, though he always manages to get his eyes back open, even if only halfway. while it's true, no matter what position they're in, he can get off, he wanted to allow broca better movement for the remainder of their coupling, figuring he might like better control at some point instead of simply being penned in.]
Of course, [he says as a matter of factly, his lips quirking at the edges, both of his arms moving to circle broca's shoulders and hold on tight.] Ready whenever you are.
[ He'll have to deal with a disappointing lack of scratching from the cat-man. Despite the reputation for felines having claws, Broca has always kept his short to keep them from getting in the way of his work. He tends to don work gloves most of the time he's working on a project or wielding a weapon anyway, and he isn't looking to wear them down any faster but having nails catch on the material on the inside.
To make up for it though, he's strong enough that when he grabs onto Sizhui, the force is strong enough to really feel it. Sizhui has given him the go-ahead to take this in a direction that best suits him though, and he's not going to spend a lot of time bothering to double check if he really means it.
So his fingers dig into Sizhui's side as he hoists the two of them up, still managing to keep Sizhui on top of his cock in the process. The lack of clothing is really coming in handy right now, because it means there's nothing for Broca to trip on as he moves slowly, carefully given the position he's trying to maintain, towards the nearest wall. The bench would probably have been easier to lay the man down on, but it would have required pulling out to do so, so this is just going to have to work for them. ]
Keep holding on.
[ Because Broca is pressing Sizhui's back against that wall hard as he settles him into place. His grip on Sizhui's waist stays in place though as he physically hoists the smaller man up, letting gravity take care of the downward motion now instead. It's probably no more effective than what they were doing before, but Broca can set the pace now, and besides with his body leaning forward as he presses up against Sizhui's own, he finds it easier to rut up into him than he did when he was sitting. ]
[that's also fine because it means, the next time they meet up in a situation like this, perhaps he'll have longer claws of his own and can put them to use to incite broca to use his own. he heals quickly, it wouldn't be a big deal, and besides, he likes looking at the marks later on, the lovely bruises, bites, scratches and other such things leftover from a nice fuck session. no, maybe broca won't scratch or bite him now, but one day, he will get him to do so.
for now, he focuses on being grabbed, a small noise of surprise escaping him at how easily the tiger-man handles him, and he can't help sighing a contented noise once it dawns on him that he will at least have some bruises from how hard broca's holding him currently.
when he lifts them both, sizhui's arms instinctively tighten and he lifts his legs, wrapping them around his partner's waist, holding himself in place as they move. to be fair, the wall was his first thought, but if broca had dropped him on the bench instead, he wouldn't have complained a single bit, oh no. he would've rolled with it, using the surface to their advantage, but rather than that, broca's taking them over to the wall like he'd first assumed, propping him against it and penning him in, earning a breathy noise and the faintest nod in understanding.
he holds on even tighter, groaning outright as he slides down broca's dick again, his legs tightening as well despite the difficulty caused by the wetness from their showering and the sweat that's built up from them already working each other over while sitting on the bench. however broca moves, sizhui tries to match his pace, whimpering pitifully and tipping his head back against the wall when a particular motion brushes against his prostate.]Fuck, [he curses emphatically, leaning forward again and burying his face against the other's shoulder in an attempt to muffle another, higher-pitched noise that escapes him this time.]
[ A masochist with a desire to be roughed up a little during sex need not worry about the response they'd get from Broca when making that request. Admittedly the sex they're having right now is so impromptu that they hadn't really had a chance to negotiate kinks and desires before getting to the part where they were putting hands and mouths on more intimate parts of each other.
Next time, and with the way this hotel played dirty there would almost certainly be a next time, they could have a clearer talk about what Sizhui would really like to see out of the big Feline, because Broca would not have issues with complying.
For now the bruises will hopefully content him enough.
Standing as he is now, Broca starts to let himself go. Sizhui set the pace for them before, but now Broca is able to fuck up into him at the speed he decides suits him best. Without the assistance of lube, the slide in and out of Sizhui isn't smooth, and both of them will probably chafe some after this, but the pleasure overrides the pain by miles. Broca's breathing comes out in heavy pants against Sizhui's ear as he leans forward towards the wall himself, pressing their bodies tightly together as he picks up speed, though his pace becomes more erratic.
Between the blowjob and all the riding Sizhui did before now, it's clear that Broca's not going to last much longer here. Still, he'll do his best to drag Sizhui along with him as he finds himself quickly climbing closer and closer to his climax. ]
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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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giving broca a moment or two to catch his breath and reel himself in is perfect for what he wants, too.
he blinks lightly and shivers, goosebumps prickling his skin the more broca nuzzles against his neck, but he doesn't hesitate to return the gesture by tracing the shell of a human ear with the tip of his nose, one hand reaching to cup broca's nape, gently holding him in place where he's buried against his neck. this is... nice, much nicer than he could've thought one might have during a sexual encounter within a public bathroom like this— but never forget this is still not entirely a first for him.
which he's definitely not thinking about as he continues lowering, moving past halfway, a little further and then eventually, he's nearly flush with the other's lap, his opposite hand curling, unfurling then his fingertips knead against broca's shoulder for encouragement.] You can, ah, roll your hips up into me a little if you like. [that way he's not forcing him to sit still any longer than necessary.]
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Broca will soon find that people in this hotel have a big preference for his tiger ears, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but there is a sensitivity to his more human ears that makes what Sizhui is doing right now feel nice in a different way, a way that has a shiver running up his spine as he breathes in Sizhui's scent deeply.
If he wasn't feeling the drive to chase his own pleasure, he wouldn't mind just sitting in this moment for awhile. He tends not to have too many genuinely sensual moments in the quick and messy hookups that have pockmarked Broca's poor excuse of a love life. It's nice... it's very, very nice.
But Sizhui is giving him permission for a different kind of nice, and Broca doesn't have the strength in him to resist that temptation right now. He groans quietly against Sizhui's skin as he takes full advantage of that suggestion, pushing up into Sizhui with a smooth, steady roll of the hips, limited in his movements by their positions, but doing an admirable job of still pushing deeper into Sizhui regardless.
Once he's started he can't stop either. Whether Sizhui is ready for him to continue or moving or not, he's doing it regardless, his hips continuing that smooth and gentle movement as he rocks into Sizhui with a shaky breath. ]
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—not that that's a complaint or anything, he likes how it feels, he just also thinks it makes him really easy to tease.
for now, however, he can take full advantage of the fact that broca's seem a little touchy, too. it makes him want to give them more attention, of course, but he's going to be distracted here momentarily once the other male starts moving like he'd suggested.
sizhui turns away from broca's ear, cupping the hand against his neck a little firmer, his breath leaving in an abrupt grunt as those hips roll and push broca's cock deeper into him. it's instinctive to shift away from the faint ache of the intrusion, but he does the opposite, steadying himself on his knees and rolling his hips down as broca's move upward, working him even further than before. an unintelligible noise follows another heavy breath, he relifts then lowers again, clutching the other arm around his shoulders.
and whenever broca continuously begins moving, he does his best to follow, tilting back toward the same ear to whisper encouragingly,] Keep going just like that. [then he quickens the pace of his own hips, disregarding the way his thighs tremble in pleasure and with the effort of holding him.]
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Sizhui is not the first sexual partner that Broca has ever had, and here in this hotel he certainly won't be the last. He understands in a vague sense the need for adjustment before diving into the really hot and heavy stuff, even if his own tendency to fall into the role that looks more befitting for him means he's never been on the end of this act that would require adjusting. He still knows why Sizhui might need to turn away, catch his breath, even force himself to move in tandem with Broca rather than against him like instinct dictates.
It doesn't do much to help him become more patient or to slow down now that he's started though, and the encouraging whisper has the breath catching in his throat as he kicks up the speed just slightly, holding onto Sizhui's body now to keep him steady as his moves with more force, using his own calves to ground himself as he rocks into Sizhui with more force, not able to keep going without some increase. ]
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they will, hopefully, become friends and possibly regular partners if needed, but next time, sizhui will make sure that he's better prepared than this. there's a chance they could've stumbled around a little longer and found some actual lubrication, though given the circumstances and both of them being impatient, this seemed the best idea, and with how they're finally getting down to business proper-like, sizhui's glad they went this route, especially with each jolt of pleasure that shoots up his spine whenever broca moves his hips just right.
patience isn't anything they need anymore, not when they're fucking. now is the time for faster, harder, more— and if sizhui could form another coherent sentence, he would've asked for all of that immediately. so, it's probably best that he can't and instead, he focuses on bouncing on broca's cock, leaning back ever-so-slightly to glance down with half-lidded eyes at the hands holding him, his mouth falling open in a harsher breath, something more akin to an actual openly panting sound.]
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It's just fortunate for them both that they happen to be on the same page here as far as rushing ahead towards something more heated. The chances aren't nonexistence that Sizhui will walk away with a sex limp and Broca with a chafed cock, but things like that are hard to concern himself with right now when he has this boy enthusiastically riding his dick the way he is.
The sobering reality of rational thoughts that had started to creep back in when Sizhui had cut the blowjob short is once again smashed into oblivion as instinct and want takes over. He can keep his head pretty well during the majority of the rising act of sex, but he eventually hits a point where it's hard to keep his thoughts straight, and he'd already gotten to that point once. It takes almost nothing to get him there a second time.
Even as Sizhui leans back to look down at the hands on him, Broca's grip increases as he chases after Sizhui, a small rumbling sound in his chest as he bucks up into him harder, his mouth moving to press down onto Sizhui's shoulder, his neck, his jawline. It's hard to call what he's doing a kiss exactly, lacking much finesse, but there are lips and tongue making contact with Sizhui's skin as he does his best to fuck up into him with the limited movements he's able to make in this position. ]
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the only somewhat rational thought he does have is the tiny part of him that's refraining from telling broca to go faster. if he does, they really and truly will be in pain, and they don't need to exacerbate things in that sense. no, the way he's moving is enough, the spread of his knees bringing him down further while he lets himself be guided by broca's hold. the unexpected thing is what comes after, but although it wasn't anticipated, it's not unwelcome in the slightest.
he adjusts the placement of his arms, one around broca's shoulders again and the other lowering to worm underneath the other's left arm, latching himself into place against him as they continue fucking. his head tilts when broca mouths over his shoulder, along his neck and up to his face, which is where he straightens up to a point. like this, all he has to do is turn his head then he can graze his lips over broca's ear, his mouth curving into the smallest smile, but it pops open shortly thereafter on a soft, breathless moan whenever he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot.]
Do you–ah–want to s-stay like this? [it would take nothing at all for broca to stand and take him with him if he wants to be able to move better.]
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Leaving would come later though, because right now he wants to keep chasing this pleasure. The feeling of Sizhui's smooth skin pressed against his mouth feels nice, even if it tempts Broca to bite down again, dying to dig his fangs into flesh even though more gentle pressure against his lips and tongue is just as nice right now.
It would be so easy to get completely lost in the dizzying pleasure of what he wants and what he's already enjoying, forced to swap back and forth between the two as the feeling keeps building. Hell, he is getting lost in that sensation, and that's why when Sizhui moves to speak directly against his ear he shudders, mind struggling to make sense of what he's being asked as thoughts continue to come in sluggishly and second place to his body's needs right now. ]
What?
[ Stay like this? What else would...?
His eyes snap open again as he finally seems to understand what is being asked, his grip on Sizhui tightening. The wheels in his brain start to turn again properly as he starts to play out what he could do in order to make this better for both of them right now, even if he's positive they could both probably finish just like this. ]
Can you hold onto me for a moment?
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and if broca wanted to bite him, he's more than welcome. he's been bitten so often, he usually expects it and to be scratched, regardless of who he encounters nowadays. the gentler pressure, however, does feel nice, an electric jolt of softer pleasure radiating from the spots broca's mouth touches out to the tips of his fingers, all the way down to his toes. it makes him want to shake and, if they weren't already sitting, his knees would be weak, but that doesn't mean he won't rest a little more of his weight on the other man's lap rather than keep fully balanced on his knees.
that ‘what?’ captures his attention long enough for sizhui's eyes to become half-lidded, focused intently on broca, his mouth hanging open on another pant, even if he does attempt to explain— but how fortunate, it seems to click into place faster than sizhui can form a coherent sentence.
so, he keeps bucking his hips, slightly slower now, eyelids flickering a few times, though he always manages to get his eyes back open, even if only halfway. while it's true, no matter what position they're in, he can get off, he wanted to allow broca better movement for the remainder of their coupling, figuring he might like better control at some point instead of simply being penned in.]
Of course, [he says as a matter of factly, his lips quirking at the edges, both of his arms moving to circle broca's shoulders and hold on tight.] Ready whenever you are.
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To make up for it though, he's strong enough that when he grabs onto Sizhui, the force is strong enough to really feel it. Sizhui has given him the go-ahead to take this in a direction that best suits him though, and he's not going to spend a lot of time bothering to double check if he really means it.
So his fingers dig into Sizhui's side as he hoists the two of them up, still managing to keep Sizhui on top of his cock in the process. The lack of clothing is really coming in handy right now, because it means there's nothing for Broca to trip on as he moves slowly, carefully given the position he's trying to maintain, towards the nearest wall. The bench would probably have been easier to lay the man down on, but it would have required pulling out to do so, so this is just going to have to work for them. ]
Keep holding on.
[ Because Broca is pressing Sizhui's back against that wall hard as he settles him into place. His grip on Sizhui's waist stays in place though as he physically hoists the smaller man up, letting gravity take care of the downward motion now instead. It's probably no more effective than what they were doing before, but Broca can set the pace now, and besides with his body leaning forward as he presses up against Sizhui's own, he finds it easier to rut up into him than he did when he was sitting. ]
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for now, he focuses on being grabbed, a small noise of surprise escaping him at how easily the tiger-man handles him, and he can't help sighing a contented noise once it dawns on him that he will at least have some bruises from how hard broca's holding him currently.
when he lifts them both, sizhui's arms instinctively tighten and he lifts his legs, wrapping them around his partner's waist, holding himself in place as they move. to be fair, the wall was his first thought, but if broca had dropped him on the bench instead, he wouldn't have complained a single bit, oh no. he would've rolled with it, using the surface to their advantage, but rather than that, broca's taking them over to the wall like he'd first assumed, propping him against it and penning him in, earning a breathy noise and the faintest nod in understanding.
he holds on even tighter, groaning outright as he slides down broca's dick again, his legs tightening as well despite the difficulty caused by the wetness from their showering and the sweat that's built up from them already working each other over while sitting on the bench. however broca moves, sizhui tries to match his pace, whimpering pitifully and tipping his head back against the wall when a particular motion brushes against his prostate.] Fuck, [he curses emphatically, leaning forward again and burying his face against the other's shoulder in an attempt to muffle another, higher-pitched noise that escapes him this time.]
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Next time, and with the way this hotel played dirty there would almost certainly be a next time, they could have a clearer talk about what Sizhui would really like to see out of the big Feline, because Broca would not have issues with complying.
For now the bruises will hopefully content him enough.
Standing as he is now, Broca starts to let himself go. Sizhui set the pace for them before, but now Broca is able to fuck up into him at the speed he decides suits him best. Without the assistance of lube, the slide in and out of Sizhui isn't smooth, and both of them will probably chafe some after this, but the pleasure overrides the pain by miles. Broca's breathing comes out in heavy pants against Sizhui's ear as he leans forward towards the wall himself, pressing their bodies tightly together as he picks up speed, though his pace becomes more erratic.
Between the blowjob and all the riding Sizhui did before now, it's clear that Broca's not going to last much longer here. Still, he'll do his best to drag Sizhui along with him as he finds himself quickly climbing closer and closer to his climax. ]
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