[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. ]
[masochist, yes, that's quite the fitting word in this moment. only someone who's a bit masochistic would decide to fuck without lubrication, especially sexual intercourse with another man, even though sizhui stubbornly still believes they're fine, a little chafing won't hurt anything— but he'll be slightly regretting it later when he has to limp off back to his room and give himself a little aftercare once everything's said and done.
perhaps they'll have an actual chance to converse with one another first rather than immediately jumping each other because of some pheromone-laced shampoo, which would be nice since he'd enjoy hooking up with broca again, particularly with some better-planned ideas.
as broca starts letting go more and more, the faster, deeper pace drives sizhui closer and closer toward orgasm, has him desperately trying to adjust his hold like he can somehow cling tighter, although he's already crammed up against broca, what with his being sandwiched between him and the wall. he locks his ankles at the small of his back, keeps one arm taut while snaking the other down over his shoulderblade so he can drag his fingernails back up in the same path, over his shoulder and across his collarbone, his own breathing just as labored.]
If you keep going like that, I'll—ah! [well, he needn't finish that sentence when it should be enough to convey that he's going to come if broca maintains this pace.]
[ Perhaps in the future (after some elaborate profile pranks), because the chances of pulling much in the way of conversation out of Broca right after this deed is pretty slim. Only slightly better than getting much of a conversation out of him during this impromptu hookup, where he's said a couple words or some short phrases, but largely has kept his communication to actions.
His response to that warning (or maybe it's a plea) is entirely nonverbal as he grunts in response, not slowly down in the slightest. He understands what Sizhui is saying here on a bone deep level, because the same in true for him. They two of them have been fooling around just long enough to really make this good, and while he's enjoying his time here, he'll also enjoy the hot rinse he takes in the shower before crawling back to his room after this.
With heavy breaths still panted out against the side of Sizhui's face, his teeth, sharper and larger than your average human, nip with less restraint than he would usually manage at the shell of Sizhui's ear. His mind fogs up as every single thrust up into the boy in his arms drives him closer and closer to the edge until finally, with a loud moan that echos off the bathroom tile, Broca comes inside of Sizhui.
His overheated face presses against the equally warm skin of Sizhui's neck, his hips still moving as he rocks into the smaller man slower, riding out the orgasm that hit him hard and heavy despite being braced for it. ]
[oh no, sizhui would never try and make broca talk about it right afterward— or at least not this time? they both consented to hooking up, that's the important part of this, and the more significant conversation can come if they both decide they want to do it again. (this is completely backward, but well, sometimes these things just sort of happen.)
a grunt is better than nothing, it at least warns him that broca heard and they can prepare accordingly, which isn't much different than what he's already prepared for. he's still desperately holding on to broca, trying to maintain what little willpower he has left that he's putting into that, as he doesn't want to make broca hold all his weight, even if the older man could without very little trouble. after this? he'll feel lucky if he can walk normally.
it's the sharper bite against his ear that earns a high-pitched groan, his head tilting closer and his eyes squeezing shut, the hand he'd been scratching with flying up to clutch the hair at broca's nape while he fucks up into him before climaxing with a rather loud noise. everything is abruptly too much and, despite his best attempts, sizhui can't help coming a couple seconds later, his whole body squirming uncontrollably.
he's whimpering pitifully, tilting to nudge his head against broca's for encouragement, his thighs quaking with the effort it takes to keep him held, and yet he's still keeping himself locked in place, smiling dazedly the whole time broca rides out his orgasm.]
Probably lucky that no one heard them, all things considered. As Broca's thoughts break through the haze of sex, he has the sense to twist his ears around, listening in different directions for the sound of curious footsteps from people who want to know what all that moaning and groaning was about.
It won't take long into Broca's stay for him to eventually realize that most people will already know, and unless they happen to be voyeurs, will probably also leave well enough alone when they hear those sort of noises.
For now he lets go of Sizhui's poor, abused ear, and leans his head back, panted breaths coming out loud and hot against the smaller man's face as he looks him over. He can feel his cum smeared against their stomachs, and thinks with a wry irony that they're probably in the best place for dealing with something like that right now.
His new acquaintance here doesn't look like he's suffering all that much despite Broca getting rough with him at the end, but he's still ginger in his movements as he pulls out, and helps Sizhui slide down the wall back into a standing position. ]
[at this point, sizhui doesn't care if someone heard them. if they did, then they're minding their own business, and that's what matters to him in the long run. nobody has to know it was them if they break away fast enough and go clean up (again), after all, right?
but maybe that's actually asking too much in a sex resort.
either way, broca withdraws from his ear and, albeit reluctantly, sizhui starts coming back into himself a little more. he blinks lightly, eventually letting a half-lidded gaze drift down over his own body then back up over broca's, taking in the sight of the mess he's made between them. the irony is not lost on him, of course, but showering is still one of the furthest things from his mind, given he still has to focus on actually making sure he can stay standing whenever broca pulls out.
the only suffering he's going through is that they have to come apart; it's just a tiny whine, hardly audible, but still there nevertheless, and sizhui's feet are on the ground within a couple of seconds. for a long moment, he keeps his arms locked around broca's shoulders, making absolute certain that his legs have stopped shaking before he withdraws, both hands moving to rest on the man's chest.]
Yes, [he confirms breathily, right hand lowering to rest against his own chest now.] Are you?
[ The come down from all of this seems shorter for Broca than it is for Sizhui. His mind clears up relatively quickly now that he's had a chance to blow his load inside of someone, and that smell, lingering though it is, isn't driving him out of his own mind the way it was before.
There's a real relief in feeling like himself again, though he's now clearheaded enough to feel proper concern about the fact that the hotel managed to drive him out of it so easily. He's never been slipped an aphro in his life, and the only mind altering substance he's ever imbibed has been alcohol. It doesn't give him a clear idea of how unusual what he just went through may or may not have been, but either way it's concerning that they're already messing with him enough to make him fall into the games they want him to play.
This stranger that he just fucked senseless doesn't need all of that though, and while Broca does scan the smaller man's face for any sign that he's exaggerating his own level of "good", he doesn't ask him how he feels about what just happened. ]
Just fine.
[ It's not entirely true, and Broca doesn't love lying, but...
... At least he's feeling a lot less horny, and that's an improvement in plenty of ways.
He steps back from Sizhui now that the man seems able to stand on his own, still watching for any signs of wavering, or stumbling when he walks forward. He's not so overly confident that he thinks he can fuck the ability to walk out of someone, but he also knows he's not a small guy, and they did that without any real preparation first. ]
[it is more than sizhui had expected, but it's also less than it was moments ago. he isn't reeling, he's moreso just a little foggy-headed, which can be pushed aside to make sure that broca's okay. as per usual, he's worried about someone else's well-being rather than his own—
but it doesn't seem like he's worrying about the same thing? broca's distressed about how the resort has been able to drug him with aphrodisiacs and sizhui's thinking that maybe he's still concerned with the situation at hand, something he figures has already been solved by now with their hook-up. this, however, is nothing new to him because he's so used to being aphro'd at this point, it might as well be like he'd partaken in alcohol against his will. not something he enjoys either, but there isn't much they can do about it now, unfortunately.
while he perhaps doesn't need all of that unloaded on him, he wouldn't have minded if broca still wanted to talk about it, but he has a pretty good idea that broca's not exactly the talkative type. no, he's more like the strong, silent sort of type, except the fact that he actually answers instead of just nodding or grunting or something similar speaks volumes.]
Good, good.
[after the tiger man steps back, he straightens a little more, takes a couple of steps forward then stops again, a faint limp in his walk, though he otherwise looks and is moving alright. he stretches both arms above his head, tilts his head one way then the other and lowers them again, a small smile quirking his lips at the edges.] You, ah... don't need to worry about me. I'll be okay.
[probably a little sore, even if that's easily taken care of with some cleaning up, rest and painkillers, all of which can be handled once he's back in his room.]
[ Now there's a distressing thought... getting so used to being drugged on the regular that it becomes something passé. Of course given enough time at this fancy hotel, and Broca will eventually get there too, even without Sizhui's long stint on another planet to desensitize him to things like this first. The ability of humans to adapt really is incredible.
Though at least at this moment, it's not something Broca is really keen on adapting to.
Sizhui at least seems to be moving fine, something that Broca admittedly wasn't that concerned about, though his ears do flick back in guilt at the sight of that limp. A little extra time to look for lube, and he probably wouldn't have that particular problem, but neither of them had been in the right state of mind for proper preparation.
The more important thing is that he seems to be clear headed again. Broca certainly feels back to his usual self, so it makes sense that Sizhui would too. He'll still give the man in front of him one last careful look, before nodding in understanding at that.
Strong silent type indeed, because it doesn't even occur to Broca to say anything to Sizhui at all as he steps away from the man now, in search of a towel so he can at least cover up before getting out of this shockingly risky bathroom. ]
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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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perhaps they'll have an actual chance to converse with one another first rather than immediately jumping each other because of some pheromone-laced shampoo, which would be nice since he'd enjoy hooking up with broca again, particularly with some better-planned ideas.
as broca starts letting go more and more, the faster, deeper pace drives sizhui closer and closer toward orgasm, has him desperately trying to adjust his hold like he can somehow cling tighter, although he's already crammed up against broca, what with his being sandwiched between him and the wall. he locks his ankles at the small of his back, keeps one arm taut while snaking the other down over his shoulderblade so he can drag his fingernails back up in the same path, over his shoulder and across his collarbone, his own breathing just as labored.]
If you keep going like that, I'll—ah! [well, he needn't finish that sentence when it should be enough to convey that he's going to come if broca maintains this pace.]
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His response to that warning (or maybe it's a plea) is entirely nonverbal as he grunts in response, not slowly down in the slightest. He understands what Sizhui is saying here on a bone deep level, because the same in true for him. They two of them have been fooling around just long enough to really make this good, and while he's enjoying his time here, he'll also enjoy the hot rinse he takes in the shower before crawling back to his room after this.
With heavy breaths still panted out against the side of Sizhui's face, his teeth, sharper and larger than your average human, nip with less restraint than he would usually manage at the shell of Sizhui's ear. His mind fogs up as every single thrust up into the boy in his arms drives him closer and closer to the edge until finally, with a loud moan that echos off the bathroom tile, Broca comes inside of Sizhui.
His overheated face presses against the equally warm skin of Sizhui's neck, his hips still moving as he rocks into the smaller man slower, riding out the orgasm that hit him hard and heavy despite being braced for it. ]
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a grunt is better than nothing, it at least warns him that broca heard and they can prepare accordingly, which isn't much different than what he's already prepared for. he's still desperately holding on to broca, trying to maintain what little willpower he has left that he's putting into that, as he doesn't want to make broca hold all his weight, even if the older man could without very little trouble. after this? he'll feel lucky if he can walk normally.
it's the sharper bite against his ear that earns a high-pitched groan, his head tilting closer and his eyes squeezing shut, the hand he'd been scratching with flying up to clutch the hair at broca's nape while he fucks up into him before climaxing with a rather loud noise. everything is abruptly too much and, despite his best attempts, sizhui can't help coming a couple seconds later, his whole body squirming uncontrollably.
he's whimpering pitifully, tilting to nudge his head against broca's for encouragement, his thighs quaking with the effort it takes to keep him held, and yet he's still keeping himself locked in place, smiling dazedly the whole time broca rides out his orgasm.]
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Probably lucky that no one heard them, all things considered. As Broca's thoughts break through the haze of sex, he has the sense to twist his ears around, listening in different directions for the sound of curious footsteps from people who want to know what all that moaning and groaning was about.
It won't take long into Broca's stay for him to eventually realize that most people will already know, and unless they happen to be voyeurs, will probably also leave well enough alone when they hear those sort of noises.
For now he lets go of Sizhui's poor, abused ear, and leans his head back, panted breaths coming out loud and hot against the smaller man's face as he looks him over. He can feel his cum smeared against their stomachs, and thinks with a wry irony that they're probably in the best place for dealing with something like that right now.
His new acquaintance here doesn't look like he's suffering all that much despite Broca getting rough with him at the end, but he's still ginger in his movements as he pulls out, and helps Sizhui slide down the wall back into a standing position. ]
You good?
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but maybe that's actually asking too much in a sex resort.
either way, broca withdraws from his ear and, albeit reluctantly, sizhui starts coming back into himself a little more. he blinks lightly, eventually letting a half-lidded gaze drift down over his own body then back up over broca's, taking in the sight of the mess he's made between them. the irony is not lost on him, of course, but showering is still one of the furthest things from his mind, given he still has to focus on actually making sure he can stay standing whenever broca pulls out.
the only suffering he's going through is that they have to come apart; it's just a tiny whine, hardly audible, but still there nevertheless, and sizhui's feet are on the ground within a couple of seconds. for a long moment, he keeps his arms locked around broca's shoulders, making absolute certain that his legs have stopped shaking before he withdraws, both hands moving to rest on the man's chest.]
Yes, [he confirms breathily, right hand lowering to rest against his own chest now.] Are you?
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There's a real relief in feeling like himself again, though he's now clearheaded enough to feel proper concern about the fact that the hotel managed to drive him out of it so easily. He's never been slipped an aphro in his life, and the only mind altering substance he's ever imbibed has been alcohol. It doesn't give him a clear idea of how unusual what he just went through may or may not have been, but either way it's concerning that they're already messing with him enough to make him fall into the games they want him to play.
This stranger that he just fucked senseless doesn't need all of that though, and while Broca does scan the smaller man's face for any sign that he's exaggerating his own level of "good", he doesn't ask him how he feels about what just happened. ]
Just fine.
[ It's not entirely true, and Broca doesn't love lying, but...
... At least he's feeling a lot less horny, and that's an improvement in plenty of ways.
He steps back from Sizhui now that the man seems able to stand on his own, still watching for any signs of wavering, or stumbling when he walks forward. He's not so overly confident that he thinks he can fuck the ability to walk out of someone, but he also knows he's not a small guy, and they did that without any real preparation first. ]
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but it doesn't seem like he's worrying about the same thing? broca's distressed about how the resort has been able to drug him with aphrodisiacs and sizhui's thinking that maybe he's still concerned with the situation at hand, something he figures has already been solved by now with their hook-up. this, however, is nothing new to him because he's so used to being aphro'd at this point, it might as well be like he'd partaken in alcohol against his will. not something he enjoys either, but there isn't much they can do about it now, unfortunately.
while he perhaps doesn't need all of that unloaded on him, he wouldn't have minded if broca still wanted to talk about it, but he has a pretty good idea that broca's not exactly the talkative type. no, he's more like the strong, silent sort of type, except the fact that he actually answers instead of just nodding or grunting or something similar speaks volumes.]
Good, good.
[after the tiger man steps back, he straightens a little more, takes a couple of steps forward then stops again, a faint limp in his walk, though he otherwise looks and is moving alright. he stretches both arms above his head, tilts his head one way then the other and lowers them again, a small smile quirking his lips at the edges.] You, ah... don't need to worry about me. I'll be okay.
[probably a little sore, even if that's easily taken care of with some cleaning up, rest and painkillers, all of which can be handled once he's back in his room.]
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Though at least at this moment, it's not something Broca is really keen on adapting to.
Sizhui at least seems to be moving fine, something that Broca admittedly wasn't that concerned about, though his ears do flick back in guilt at the sight of that limp. A little extra time to look for lube, and he probably wouldn't have that particular problem, but neither of them had been in the right state of mind for proper preparation.
The more important thing is that he seems to be clear headed again. Broca certainly feels back to his usual self, so it makes sense that Sizhui would too. He'll still give the man in front of him one last careful look, before nodding in understanding at that.
Strong silent type indeed, because it doesn't even occur to Broca to say anything to Sizhui at all as he steps away from the man now, in search of a towel so he can at least cover up before getting out of this shockingly risky bathroom. ]