[ 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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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. ]