[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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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. ]