[ With Aak's needs taken care of, Broca has his own problem to take care of as well. While his actions might have alleviated Aak's arousal, the scent of pheromones shoved directly into his face while his mouth was shoved full of cock didn't exactly do much to tamp down his own wants.
That's all to say that between wanting to get his own issues taken care of, and a certain mild soreness in his arms from having held Aak in a relatively still position for a prolonged period of time, he's not about to argue with that belatedly polite request.
He's careful pulling his head back, letting Aak's cock slide out of his mouth as he clears his throat, trying again to swallow down the remains of what's left on his tongue as he slides his hands further up Aak's body to get a better hold around his middle as he starts to lower the smaller Feline back down to the shower floor. ]
[Aak is cooperative, considering he's gotten everything he wanted. His paw pads touch down on the tile and it's a relief. It's also a much nicer view. Broca's chest is nice, okay? There was something to be said for the uncovered by fur look.]
[Being able to look at it again, information filters back in. He could pay attention to the scars that had accumulated over a life of fighting. He could see the small flecks of black rock jutting out of places. And,]
[oh yeah right he kinda had forgot about that hard-on]
You're a lot more patient than you look, huh? [he pats his hand twice against Broca's chest, like praising a burdenbeast or something]
[ Fur definitely had its own advantage for certain things, but it was true that without the fuzzing covering Broca's muscle really did stand out. Still, guys like Hung managed to look big and impressively bulky even while rocking all the body hair.
Those pats to that bare chest has Broca grunting out a slightly disgruntled sounding response though. Even with his very limited blowjob giving experience, Aak's response does strike him as a pretty strange thank you.
As for the comment... ]
I look impatient?
[ That is genuinely something he wasn't aware of, but he doesn't often consider how he looks to others, other than the work he put in to look intimidating, of course, and the very minimal effort that has gone into trying to relax his features out of his permanent scowl now with equally minimal success. ]
[Their limited experience one way or another means they just sort of have to fumble their way around things. Aak glances up at Broca's face again, assessing,]
I mean, you've got kinda the "girls want him to ravish them" thing. Like, no nonsense?
[Aak doesn't say any of these things with malice. He knows he's just throwing out random judgement. And, anyways, a judgment based on just appearance was bound to be wrong anyways.]
I also wouldn't have guessed you'd be a softie and finish me first. [he pats a hand against Broca's pecs again, this time with a teasing fondness to it. He leans against the other's body with a bit more comfort,]
[ The idea that women want Broca to ravish them seems to be news to the big guy. Most of the time women give him a wide berth after taking one look at his surly looking mug. He's had a few exceptions over the years, but not enough for him to think of them as more than flukes.
One ear tilts down as he considers what Aak is saying about him right now, looking more confused than ever. ]
It was my idea, so it makes sense for you to finish first.
[ A strange sort of fairness in Broca's mind, even though Aak is still the one that started all of this by dumping pheromone enhancing soap all over Broca, Broca was still technically the one to lead Aak here for the sake of sex. If he was going to expect a favor, he needed to give Aak something first in turn. A more positive version of tit for tat, which given the continued chest touching he's receiving right now seems to be something Aak is very here for.
Despite being confused by the idea of being desirable to women or a softie, Broca doesn't help his case arguing the second summation by reaching up to place a hand on Aak's shoulder as he leans against him, to make sure he stays steady. ]
[The confusion plays plainly across Aak's face as he glances up. Like, he might deny it out loud, but it was undeniably his fault. He was used to his mischief being met with stern discipline or at very least making him pay back in one way or another.]
[So, like, yeah. Definitely a softie. The exact details of the softness could be explored at his leisure. After all, they might have a long time as guests ahead of themselves.]
[... Right, right, the hard-on. He's gotta stop forgetting that for the poor guy, since he clearly wasn't advocating for his own erection.]
So, then? What's your next idea? My hand? Your hand? Ooh, there's that thing I've seen where you rub up against someone but you don't stick it in! We got enough slippery stuff around here, right...
[ Not once in his life has Broca been expected to mete out discipline for bad behavior. Not on his own at least, though he has followed instructions from others to deliver punishments of sorts, and acted in their stead, but that feels very different to him than making the call to correct bad behavior on his own.
That's not to say he couldn't or wouldn't snap and lash out if someone pushed too hard, but so far nothing Aak had done warranted that kind of response. ... Not yet at least.
He's doing a good job keeping Broca from having a chance to stew in any anger by calling attention back to the task at hand as well. Potentially literally at hand depending how they decide to handle it, though...
He glances around the stall, noting the fact that unsurprisingly besides a variety of soaps and shampoos, it does also come with more standard lubricant. They wouldn't even necessarily need to get creative, because the sex obsessed hotel is doing everything in its power to make sex happen. ]
It would make your fur messy.
[ It's not a complaint on Broca's part, just a mild warning. It'd make a mess out of skin as well, but he knows how much more of a pain it can be to wash something sticky out of fur compared to washing it off of skin. ]
[It's just the pace Aak works at, for better or for worse. It's the kind of pace that Broca is probably fair to stop and ask, have you considered the consequences? Broca may not be good at doling out punishment but even the most basic "are you sure" dialogue prompt makes Aak roll his eyes and pat Broca's pecs once again.]
We're in the bath. [like, if there was any time to get his fur messy, wasn't it now? Aak's sass does dim a bit as he glances off to the side. It would be a pain to have to fully clean himself twice but,]
... and, to be honest, I hadn't finished my washing before I squirted you.
[He hadn't done the hard part of cleaning every bit of his fur. Truly, he had been playing around like rowdy kid. If he was going to learn how bad the lube and fur was, he might as well learn it with a fellow Feline. Not that he expected Broca to hang around once they were done... if he did? Then he was definitely too soft. It would all click when if he found out about Broca's henchmen past because that exactly matched the vibes here.]
[ Limited interactions and understanding leave Broca at a loss for what to expect from Aak right now, but a little time will quickly make him realize what he's working with here. Fortunately, he's used to dealing with impulsive and reckless people.
... Less fortunately the impulse control voice of reason isn't here, so the chances that Broca will successfully rein Aak in are slim.
He's not even stopping the boy from his continued pec patting, though he is starting to note this is starting to move away from coincidental. He looks skeptical about it, but if he was going to put an end to this because he cared that much about Aak making a mess of himself, then he would have had the fortitude to not lead him here in the first place.
As it turns out having a cock in his mouth did nothing to diminish Broca's own interest in getting off here. So despite the frown he's fixing Aak with, it doesn't stop him from shoving aside bottles of actual cleaning products lining the tiny little shower shelf in order to grab the lube also provided presumably for this very purpose. ]
You'll probably need something to stand on.
[ He's too short for Broca to do this otherwise unless he's rubbing his cock all over Aak's stomach and chest. ]
[Despite Aak's impulses and desire he can be told no. It just requires someone willing, whether through conviction or kindness, to stop him. And he'd learned that plenty of people just aren't willing to stop you one way or another.]
[That's why there is some hesitation, some anticipation, while Broca stares him down with that grumpy face. It's why Aak's face does seem to lighten up visibly when he's not denied.]
Right, right, on it. Don't go lifting me again, [he briefly ducks over to the shower curtain to peek out and find one of the many plastic stools available for sitting and washing (or for the height-challenged). Before he actually grabs it, he ducks back in,]
Just, like, right now. You can lift me again some other time, big guy. [is this flirting]
[Anyways, then he can duck to grab a sturdy-enough stool of an about right height. Despite the earlier embarrassment he seems to have no problem just ducking out. It helps that, satisfied, his cock has slid mostly back into the sheath so less is outright exposed. It's all about control of his own presentation. If you do something confidently enough, people tend to just let it mentally slide.]
[Aak herds the stool into the stall with his foot, sliding it into place with a little kick.]
[ He could probably manage to lift Aak up again for another extended bout, though the method Aak's proposing might make it a little trickier, and he'd definitely have to be shoved up against a wall, but...
It's not something that matters much when Aak's coming up with his own solution to the problem. Tucked away in the stall like he is, no one can actually see Broca right now, but there is something almost comical about this large man with an equally impressively scaled hard-on standing there in mild confusion and a lot of rapid blinking as he watches the smaller Feline duck his head out of the shower, back in to deliver that line that seems to go right over Broca's head as a flirting attempt, and then fully darting out.
Real gormless behavior on Broca's part.
The understanding at least dawns on him when Aak comes back with stool in tow. Yeah... yeah that'd just about do it.
Alright in that case, Broca doesn't waste more time as he makes a grab for the bottle of lube convenient left in this (and every other) shower stall, and nods his head towards the stool as if to tell Aak to go ahead and hop up already. He's been remarkably patient and willing to let the other guy go first, but it doesn't mean that patience extends outwards indefinitely. ]
[At least Aak is more focused on what he's doing, his own thoughts. It's fine, right now, if Broca was just dumbfounded or needing to catch up. This was hypothetically about fairness for Broca. But it was also just as much about Aak's curiosity, his desire to explore this situation, and so he was perfectly content to just move ahead with his plans.]
[He nudges the stool a bit more with his feet, making sure it's pressed properly up against the wall of the stall. Then he'll step up on it, glancing to check that the height difference is correct. He presses he back up against the tile, much straighter than before. It seemed easier this way, considering his tail.]
[(And also, while he didn't care before, he was a bit curious to assess Broca in a situation like this. Would he still look as impassive? Would he make a laughable face? He wants to know!)]
[ Positioning himself to face him does seem to be something that takes Broca by surprise. While he doesn't say anything about Aak's choice, the slow blink and ears turning out to the side still give him away.
So this is going to go a bit differently than he expected... that's fine. It doesn't occur to Broca that there might be any ulterior motives here, or that Aak might have any interest in watching his face during sex.
It wouldn't bother him much even if he did know though. He's never been particularly self-conscious in this area, though it might puzzle him to realize someone was so fascinated to know what his O face looked like.
So he doesn't question it as he squeezes a generous helping of lube onto his fingers, giving Aak a thoughtful look before stating. ]
Spread your legs a little.
[ It'll make it easier at first while he preps this at least. ]
[Aak just answers the questioning look with a smile. He's adept at acting like something's normal without knowing it. It was about owning it. It was about not looking vulnerable. It was about saying as little as possible with his smile as Broca did with his straight lip.]
[Thankfully, that bluff wasn't about to come back and bite him here and now.]
[Aak slides his legs apart, making sure his feet were still planted firmly on the stool. His tail flicks a bit, wet and squished into the space behind him.]
[ The smile is more questionable than anything else, but despite the puzzled look fading into vague suspicion, Broca still moves forward as Aak moves into position. As hard as he is for as long as he has been, Broca's willing to let a lot of potential nonsense slide right now as long as Aak doesn't cross too many lines.
So far so good as Broca brings his slicked up hand between Aak's legs trailing his fingers up one thigh, before running them down the other, leaving a generous helping of the lube coating Aak's fur.
There's not much of a show to watch out of this either. Broca's face remains impassive, gaze cast down as he concentrates on what he's doing. ]
[Letting a lot of potential nonsense fly? Perfect, Aak's favorite.]
[It's not like he wants to cockblock, though. He wants to make sure Broca gets his own release. He just wants a front row seat to that. Broca's fingers brush against his fur and there's a twinge of the surrounding muscles. He wasn't prepared for how it would feel against his skin.]
Ooh, chilly. [It could also be how long he'd sat around as a wet cat. Well, after all this he'd be prepared to soak in the bath for a nice, long time. The touch of Broca's fingers was also nice, he had to admit.]
[ Broca doesn't even look away from his work as he makes sure to keep coating Aak's fur with the slippery substance. ]
It'll warm up.
[ If not from his skin, then certainly from the friction. He might not be able to do but so much about the rest of Aak though, damp as he's been this whole time. With a more limited amount of fur covering him, most of Broca tends to dry quicker, even if his tail and ears are still as wet as his hair.
He'll worry about cleanup later himself though, because right now he's standing back up, not even worried about the mess on his hand as he places it on Aak's shoulder to hold him still as he lines himself up, inhaling sharply as he testingly slides himself between Aak's legs, relieved to find the stool sets the smaller Feline up at a decent height for this. ]
[While Aak's chatter is mostly to fill the air, he does smile to himself when Broca comments back. The guy really was nicer than his stoneface suggested, wasn't he?]
Got it, got it. [any chilliness from his fur could be resolved later. What if he expressed mild discomfort and it suddenly became about him? That might wholly be him mistaking Hung's behavior for anyone normal. He's just used to being well taken care of.]
[Aak's breath catches a bit as he feels Broca slide up against those prepared thighs. He finds his heart-rate picking up. He can't be nervous, he tells himself. It's not like anything was actually happening. Still, the visuals and the sensation of the older man being so close are enough of a facsimile to what he's never done. It's getting him excited even though it isn't the real thing.]
[He's briefly distracted from watching Broca's face to look down between them and watch it happening.]
[ He's definitely mistaking Hung's behavior for normal if he thinks Broca will fuss that much over mild discomfort. Being told to stop because he was mildly chilly would make Broca stop, but without that request Broca would just assume that Aak has the ability to suck it up and deal with not being warm and cozy for a few moments.
Seems like he's right about that too, because he's not hearing any more complaints from Aak.
Broca stills for a few second, breathing quietly as he looks up at his hand on Aak's shoulder, trying to decide the best way to do this. In the end he finally decides the easiest way is to lean forward, one arm stretched to press against the stall wall behind Aak.
On the stool like he is, Aak's tall enough that his face isn't getting pressed directly into Broca's chest right now, though he's still short enough that some of Broca's shoulder might still be pressed against the lower half of his face as he starts to move, slowly at first as he gets a feel for things at this angle. A sigh of relief escapes him, quiet and easy to miss if Broca wasn't basically sighing directly into Aak's ear.
Not the ideal position currently for face watching, but it's not like Broca knows that's what Aak is even trying to do right now. ]
[Broca gets in position and Aak rights his face a bit so his nose isn't brushing up against the other's shoulder. His eyeline can peer over the shoulder to the curtain behind them. The threat of being seen was way less than when he was being held up and yet, still, it sits in the back of his head.]
[He does realize that he won't get his voyeuristic advantage out of this. He doesn't have time to lament it. There's the sensation of Broca sliding against him and, following that, a breath of warm air up against his ear. He knew ears were sensitive. He knew he could get a good reaction out of plenty of people. Now, though, now he knows what it really means. To get that sensory information in that way, in this context, and exactly what it did to an excited nervous system.]
[Aak lets out a breath himself, a bit of a whistle as the air moves.]
[If he can't see then maybe he should take in everything he can. He closes his eyes to try and focus more on the sensation of touch, the warmth of Broca's body heat, everything about it.]
[ Though Aak may be missing out on seeing the way Broca's brow furrows as he continues to slide between the slick fur of Aak's thighs, or the way his nose starts to wrinkle as he begins to chase a building feeling, moving in shorter, quicker jerks, there is still one benefit about this position.
In order for Aak to be able to see Broca's face, there's limited contact that can happen between their bodies. A little space is needed in order to take in someone's features. That lack of space though? It means that any chill Aak might be feeling from damp fur should hopefully be offset nicely by the warmth radiating off of Broca's body right now.
His ears twisting back in concentration might be missed, but the way his muscles tense up probably isn't. The way his breath starts to get heavier probably isn't either.
It may not be surprising that Broca isn't a particularly loud man when it comes to carnal acts, but at least he's not a completely silently one, and one particular forceful thrust even pulls a quiet groan from his lips. ]
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That's all to say that between wanting to get his own issues taken care of, and a certain mild soreness in his arms from having held Aak in a relatively still position for a prolonged period of time, he's not about to argue with that belatedly polite request.
He's careful pulling his head back, letting Aak's cock slide out of his mouth as he clears his throat, trying again to swallow down the remains of what's left on his tongue as he slides his hands further up Aak's body to get a better hold around his middle as he starts to lower the smaller Feline back down to the shower floor. ]
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[Being able to look at it again, information filters back in. He could pay attention to the scars that had accumulated over a life of fighting. He could see the small flecks of black rock jutting out of places. And,]
[oh yeah right he kinda had forgot about that hard-on]
You're a lot more patient than you look, huh? [he pats his hand twice against Broca's chest, like praising a burdenbeast or something]
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Those pats to that bare chest has Broca grunting out a slightly disgruntled sounding response though. Even with his very limited blowjob giving experience, Aak's response does strike him as a pretty strange thank you.
As for the comment... ]
I look impatient?
[ That is genuinely something he wasn't aware of, but he doesn't often consider how he looks to others, other than the work he put in to look intimidating, of course, and the very minimal effort that has gone into trying to relax his features out of his permanent scowl now with equally minimal success. ]
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I mean, you've got kinda the "girls want him to ravish them" thing. Like, no nonsense?
[Aak doesn't say any of these things with malice. He knows he's just throwing out random judgement. And, anyways, a judgment based on just appearance was bound to be wrong anyways.]
I also wouldn't have guessed you'd be a softie and finish me first. [he pats a hand against Broca's pecs again, this time with a teasing fondness to it. He leans against the other's body with a bit more comfort,]
So we're learning lots about each other, huh!
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One ear tilts down as he considers what Aak is saying about him right now, looking more confused than ever. ]
It was my idea, so it makes sense for you to finish first.
[ A strange sort of fairness in Broca's mind, even though Aak is still the one that started all of this by dumping pheromone enhancing soap all over Broca, Broca was still technically the one to lead Aak here for the sake of sex. If he was going to expect a favor, he needed to give Aak something first in turn. A more positive version of tit for tat, which given the continued chest touching he's receiving right now seems to be something Aak is very here for.
Despite being confused by the idea of being desirable to women or a softie, Broca doesn't help his case arguing the second summation by reaching up to place a hand on Aak's shoulder as he leans against him, to make sure he stays steady. ]
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[So, like, yeah. Definitely a softie. The exact details of the softness could be explored at his leisure. After all, they might have a long time as guests ahead of themselves.]
[... Right, right, the hard-on. He's gotta stop forgetting that for the poor guy, since he clearly wasn't advocating for his own erection.]
So, then? What's your next idea? My hand? Your hand? Ooh, there's that thing I've seen where you rub up against someone but you don't stick it in! We got enough slippery stuff around here, right...
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That's not to say he couldn't or wouldn't snap and lash out if someone pushed too hard, but so far nothing Aak had done warranted that kind of response. ... Not yet at least.
He's doing a good job keeping Broca from having a chance to stew in any anger by calling attention back to the task at hand as well. Potentially literally at hand depending how they decide to handle it, though...
He glances around the stall, noting the fact that unsurprisingly besides a variety of soaps and shampoos, it does also come with more standard lubricant. They wouldn't even necessarily need to get creative, because the sex obsessed hotel is doing everything in its power to make sex happen. ]
It would make your fur messy.
[ It's not a complaint on Broca's part, just a mild warning. It'd make a mess out of skin as well, but he knows how much more of a pain it can be to wash something sticky out of fur compared to washing it off of skin. ]
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We're in the bath. [like, if there was any time to get his fur messy, wasn't it now? Aak's sass does dim a bit as he glances off to the side. It would be a pain to have to fully clean himself twice but,]
... and, to be honest, I hadn't finished my washing before I squirted you.
[He hadn't done the hard part of cleaning every bit of his fur. Truly, he had been playing around like rowdy kid. If he was going to learn how bad the lube and fur was, he might as well learn it with a fellow Feline. Not that he expected Broca to hang around once they were done... if he did? Then he was definitely too soft. It would all click when if he found out about Broca's henchmen past because that exactly matched the vibes here.]
So, there's no problem!
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... Less fortunately the impulse control voice of reason isn't here, so the chances that Broca will successfully rein Aak in are slim.
He's not even stopping the boy from his continued pec patting, though he is starting to note this is starting to move away from coincidental. He looks skeptical about it, but if he was going to put an end to this because he cared that much about Aak making a mess of himself, then he would have had the fortitude to not lead him here in the first place.
As it turns out having a cock in his mouth did nothing to diminish Broca's own interest in getting off here. So despite the frown he's fixing Aak with, it doesn't stop him from shoving aside bottles of actual cleaning products lining the tiny little shower shelf in order to grab the lube also provided presumably for this very purpose. ]
You'll probably need something to stand on.
[ He's too short for Broca to do this otherwise unless he's rubbing his cock all over Aak's stomach and chest. ]
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[That's why there is some hesitation, some anticipation, while Broca stares him down with that grumpy face. It's why Aak's face does seem to lighten up visibly when he's not denied.]
Right, right, on it. Don't go lifting me again, [he briefly ducks over to the shower curtain to peek out and find one of the many plastic stools available for sitting and washing (or for the height-challenged). Before he actually grabs it, he ducks back in,]
Just, like, right now. You can lift me again some other time, big guy. [is this flirting]
[Anyways, then he can duck to grab a sturdy-enough stool of an about right height. Despite the earlier embarrassment he seems to have no problem just ducking out. It helps that, satisfied, his cock has slid mostly back into the sheath so less is outright exposed. It's all about control of his own presentation. If you do something confidently enough, people tend to just let it mentally slide.]
[Aak herds the stool into the stall with his foot, sliding it into place with a little kick.]
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It's not something that matters much when Aak's coming up with his own solution to the problem. Tucked away in the stall like he is, no one can actually see Broca right now, but there is something almost comical about this large man with an equally impressively scaled hard-on standing there in mild confusion and a lot of rapid blinking as he watches the smaller Feline duck his head out of the shower, back in to deliver that line that seems to go right over Broca's head as a flirting attempt, and then fully darting out.
Real gormless behavior on Broca's part.
The understanding at least dawns on him when Aak comes back with stool in tow. Yeah... yeah that'd just about do it.
Alright in that case, Broca doesn't waste more time as he makes a grab for the bottle of lube convenient left in this (and every other) shower stall, and nods his head towards the stool as if to tell Aak to go ahead and hop up already. He's been remarkably patient and willing to let the other guy go first, but it doesn't mean that patience extends outwards indefinitely. ]
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[At least Aak is more focused on what he's doing, his own thoughts. It's fine, right now, if Broca was just dumbfounded or needing to catch up. This was hypothetically about fairness for Broca. But it was also just as much about Aak's curiosity, his desire to explore this situation, and so he was perfectly content to just move ahead with his plans.]
[He nudges the stool a bit more with his feet, making sure it's pressed properly up against the wall of the stall. Then he'll step up on it, glancing to check that the height difference is correct. He presses he back up against the tile, much straighter than before. It seemed easier this way, considering his tail.]
[(And also, while he didn't care before, he was a bit curious to assess Broca in a situation like this. Would he still look as impassive? Would he make a laughable face? He wants to know!)]
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So this is going to go a bit differently than he expected... that's fine. It doesn't occur to Broca that there might be any ulterior motives here, or that Aak might have any interest in watching his face during sex.
It wouldn't bother him much even if he did know though. He's never been particularly self-conscious in this area, though it might puzzle him to realize someone was so fascinated to know what his O face looked like.
So he doesn't question it as he squeezes a generous helping of lube onto his fingers, giving Aak a thoughtful look before stating. ]
Spread your legs a little.
[ It'll make it easier at first while he preps this at least. ]
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[Thankfully, that bluff wasn't about to come back and bite him here and now.]
[Aak slides his legs apart, making sure his feet were still planted firmly on the stool. His tail flicks a bit, wet and squished into the space behind him.]
Got it, got it~
[Meanwhile, he can observe.]
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So far so good as Broca brings his slicked up hand between Aak's legs trailing his fingers up one thigh, before running them down the other, leaving a generous helping of the lube coating Aak's fur.
There's not much of a show to watch out of this either. Broca's face remains impassive, gaze cast down as he concentrates on what he's doing. ]
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[It's not like he wants to cockblock, though. He wants to make sure Broca gets his own release. He just wants a front row seat to that. Broca's fingers brush against his fur and there's a twinge of the surrounding muscles. He wasn't prepared for how it would feel against his skin.]
Ooh, chilly. [It could also be how long he'd sat around as a wet cat. Well, after all this he'd be prepared to soak in the bath for a nice, long time. The touch of Broca's fingers was also nice, he had to admit.]
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It'll warm up.
[ If not from his skin, then certainly from the friction. He might not be able to do but so much about the rest of Aak though, damp as he's been this whole time. With a more limited amount of fur covering him, most of Broca tends to dry quicker, even if his tail and ears are still as wet as his hair.
He'll worry about cleanup later himself though, because right now he's standing back up, not even worried about the mess on his hand as he places it on Aak's shoulder to hold him still as he lines himself up, inhaling sharply as he testingly slides himself between Aak's legs, relieved to find the stool sets the smaller Feline up at a decent height for this. ]
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Got it, got it. [any chilliness from his fur could be resolved later. What if he expressed mild discomfort and it suddenly became about him? That might wholly be him mistaking Hung's behavior for anyone normal. He's just used to being well taken care of.]
[Aak's breath catches a bit as he feels Broca slide up against those prepared thighs. He finds his heart-rate picking up. He can't be nervous, he tells himself. It's not like anything was actually happening. Still, the visuals and the sensation of the older man being so close are enough of a facsimile to what he's never done. It's getting him excited even though it isn't the real thing.]
[He's briefly distracted from watching Broca's face to look down between them and watch it happening.]
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Seems like he's right about that too, because he's not hearing any more complaints from Aak.
Broca stills for a few second, breathing quietly as he looks up at his hand on Aak's shoulder, trying to decide the best way to do this. In the end he finally decides the easiest way is to lean forward, one arm stretched to press against the stall wall behind Aak.
On the stool like he is, Aak's tall enough that his face isn't getting pressed directly into Broca's chest right now, though he's still short enough that some of Broca's shoulder might still be pressed against the lower half of his face as he starts to move, slowly at first as he gets a feel for things at this angle. A sigh of relief escapes him, quiet and easy to miss if Broca wasn't basically sighing directly into Aak's ear.
Not the ideal position currently for face watching, but it's not like Broca knows that's what Aak is even trying to do right now. ]
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[He does realize that he won't get his voyeuristic advantage out of this. He doesn't have time to lament it. There's the sensation of Broca sliding against him and, following that, a breath of warm air up against his ear. He knew ears were sensitive. He knew he could get a good reaction out of plenty of people. Now, though, now he knows what it really means. To get that sensory information in that way, in this context, and exactly what it did to an excited nervous system.]
[Aak lets out a breath himself, a bit of a whistle as the air moves.]
[If he can't see then maybe he should take in everything he can. He closes his eyes to try and focus more on the sensation of touch, the warmth of Broca's body heat, everything about it.]
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In order for Aak to be able to see Broca's face, there's limited contact that can happen between their bodies. A little space is needed in order to take in someone's features. That lack of space though? It means that any chill Aak might be feeling from damp fur should hopefully be offset nicely by the warmth radiating off of Broca's body right now.
His ears twisting back in concentration might be missed, but the way his muscles tense up probably isn't. The way his breath starts to get heavier probably isn't either.
It may not be surprising that Broca isn't a particularly loud man when it comes to carnal acts, but at least he's not a completely silently one, and one particular forceful thrust even pulls a quiet groan from his lips. ]