Feb. 7th, 2029 09:35 am
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He's beyond thrilled when Sparkling really kisses him back. It hits on that hunger and desire for closeness, and he melts into it, greedily taking what's given to him. By the end of it all he's left breathless, and the soft laugh that escapes his lips at those four words isn't much more than an exhale.
Love. Love.]
Since you are so eager, you may explore first.
[Because even though Sparkling only has one currently usable arm, wandering hands are likely to tangle, and Sparkling had been so enthusiastic.
Those wandering fingers make Clotted Cream inhale deeply, which is probably an interesting sensation while they're gliding over his gills. It's as the wing reaches between his legs that he gets the biggest reaction - there's definitely an interested lump there beneath the fabric, though it seems... damp, just a bit. More than it should be. It isn't much sensation with his pants in the way, but he inhales a sharp hiccup of a breath all the same, his fingers tensing at Sparkling's hip.]
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Well. That's something for him to think about- hopefully- in a future where things aren't as bad as they are right now.
He won't leave the both of them wondering for long. They're short on time, in theory, which means Sparkling doesn't spend too much more time rubbing through fabric and will, instead, use the hooked ends of his claws to gently tug Clotted Cream's waistband open. He can't see much in the limited light, so he's mostly going to be relying on touch here...which he happily does so as he slips his claws past the edge, his ears perking with intrigue when he's immediately met with two things right away.
The first is the smoothness of what he has to imagine are scales, patchwork and scattered where they're raised on some parts of his body before it gives way to softer skin. Those scales...he can't quite tell if they're encircling or actually covering what he's seeing, though he can tell by just an errant touch that Clotted Cream is getting hard. He can feel the tip of his length just barely edging out of him, and that...makes Sparkling chuckle, fondly.]
You're hiding from me, CC. [He purrs, shifting so that he can rub a slow path around the tip with just one finger, dipping down low to gather come of that wetness along the rest of his finger.] Come on out, now. Don't be shy.
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Sparkling's claw brushes the slightly tapered tip of his length in exploration, and Clotted Cream pulls in a soft breath, closing his eyes. Oh, that's far more sensitive than he remembers it being. Not that it's a bad thing, with the way his stomach tightens in response. Close as they are, he tips his head forward, letting it rest in some way against the Vampire's, simply because the contact is wanted. But he doesn't want to impede Sparkling's ability to see what he's doing, either.
It only takes a moment for Sparkling's efforts to bear fruit. The pressure of his finger circling the opening is enough to encourage his length to emerge further, and it's... well. It doesn't leap out, but it certainly isn't slow about it, either. In only a couple of seconds, the entirety of Clotted Cream stands proudly beside Sparkling's fingers, a glistening dark pink, and he muffles a soft whimper behind tightly-pressed lips.]
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When Clotted Cream rests his head against him, Sparkling takes advantage of their positioning to turn and kiss the side of his head reassuringly, handling him with great care and gentleness. Sparkling knows he could really blow his mind if he wanted, but he's keeping it slow for his sake, simply enjoying the feeling of that wet heat against his fingertips. Sparkling finds he experiences a similar sort of self-lubrication given what hardware he's been provided, but Clotted Cream's is on a whole other level. It has a lot to do with being Merfolk he'd assume, and also the fact that everything is self-contained when not aroused. He finds it all incredibly endearing, as evident by the way he chuckles softly as he adjusts the angle of his fingers so he can circle them around the base to give a proper few strokes.]
There now. That feels nice, doesn't it? You seem awfully pent up.
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Still, the feeling of Sparkling's fingers stroking his length tests that patience. It feels so good, and he lets out a heavy breath in response, bunting his nose into Sparkling's temple. He'd done this to himself exactly once, and not any time recently, not with everything that's happened. It hasn't been a priority. Pent up is... exactly what he is, but it makes the experience all the better for Sparkling, doesn't it?]
It's been... a busy few months.
[The words come out with a breathy chuckle, but it doesn't last for long. What follows is an appreciative groan, and his hand shifting from his boyfriend's hip to trace his fingertips along abdominal muscles.]
Would you like... for me to touch you, as well? Or later...?
[Might as well ask, before he falls too heavily into the pleasure. He'd love to, of course, but he also doesn't want to distract Sparkling from his task.]
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His smugness is very quickly smoothed over when Clotted Cream takes it upon himself to brush his fingertips over his torso, eliciting a soft whine from the Vampire. It's evident that Sparkling isn't doing much better in that department, whether it be sleeping with someone else or having the free time to pleasure himself, neither of which has exactly happened recently. And while there is certainly is something to be said about taking turns...Sparkling is aching to be touched, and just the thought of it- especially from Clotted Cream- is making him start to peek out.]
A-ahh...you...you can touch me now, if you'd like. I can do both.
[He's pretty sure]
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Of course. I'll do my best.
[With permission granted, he slips his fingers down further, taking his time along Sparkling's stomach even though his fingers are trembling a little. The moment he finds soft fur, he pauses, licking his lips. It's the point of no return, but why would he ever want to go back from this? This may be a big step forward for them, but he wouldn't say no to it for the world.
So, his fingers dip below the edge of Sparkling's pants, in a mirror of how Sparkling currently has him. Finding that Sparkling's situation is very similar to his own makes him laugh fondly, and as he rubs his thumb gently against the peeking tip, he nuzzles against his boyfriend's forehead.]
Seems like you're hiding a bit, too.
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But past all of that...Sparkling's length is hidden inside a sheath nestled neatly beyond Clotted Cream's fingers, and the moment he feels him rubbing against it...
Sparkling not only moans again against Clotted Cream, the Mer will be treated to having his hand bucked into, with Sparkling's hips rocking forward a fraction of their own accord. It's...difficult, insanely so, to do this when you have wings for arms. He's been that way for years now, and only recently got his hands back, so being able to relieve himself wasn't always as direct as this. It's doubled because someone he's so fond of is touching him, causing his own hand to stutter against Clotted Cream before he remembers what he's doing and takes to teasing again, giving his length a few brisk tugs.]
F-fuck...
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But oh, that noise draws his attention elsewhere. Clotted Cream can't help but groan in appreciation, and it's odd, but he feels an echo of it deep in his gut, making his length twitch against Sparkling's fingers. What's the most surprising is the movement, and for just a brief moment, Clotted Cream is caught off guard. But it's similar to the kiss in the backrooms, when Sparkling had followed after him when he'd broken away. Oh... Sparkling has been aching for this. It makes his heart clench in his chest, knowing that it's been going on for so long.
His own movements stagger a bit once Sparkling's hand gets back to moving, and Clotted Cream clips a noise in his throat... which is immediately followed by a very brief laugh, soft and breathy against Sparkling's cheek. He's never known the man to curse, and maybe that's why it strikes him as being so funny.]
I've n-never heard you... say that before.
[But knowing that this is pushing Sparkling to such a point already makes his chest swell with pride. He's doing this. He's making Sparkling feel so good that he's slipping.]
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A-ah...I'm. So sorry. [He still apologizes anyway, he can't help it.] I just...it felt so good, I couldn't help myself...
[Which is evident now that Sparkling is fully unsheathed against Clotted Cream's hand, heavy and wanting in his palm. He really just wants to move his hips again, but he is trying very hard to keep himself still, dropping his forehead against Clotted Cream's shoulder for a moment as he rubs the head of his cock with his thumb, carefully keeping it raised so that his claw doesn't catch on sensitive skin.]
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N-no, no, it's-- quite alright.
[His words come out breathless, and as Sparkling dips his head down to rest on his shoulder, Clotted Cream presses scattered, distracted kisses to his hair, to the shell of his ear, and begins to move his hand in earnest.]
It's very charming.
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He has to remember to focus, and to not simply just use Clotted Cream to chase down his own pleasure, as tempting though it is. That's only worsened when Clotted Cream starts kissing him, which makes him want to get even closer than he already is. If only they were somewhere else, even an abandoned house with an old, moth-eaten cot would have sufficed...
But that is more than they can afford to do right now.
Sparkling huffs, turning his head a little into those kisses just in case he can manage to catch one against his lips if he's lucky. His ears flick as Clotted Cream's lips brush over them, and with Clotted Cream commanding their pace this time, Sparkling is quick to follow suit.]
Y-...you're charming. [He protests softly, his voice breathy against the fins along the side of his head.] I can't believe that I...I've gotten so lucky as...to have you...nnh.
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The cool breath against his ear fins makes Clotted Cream shiver, and as his hand continues to move, as Sparkling's picks up pace to match it, he nudges his boyfriend's head with his nose, moving it into position to where they can finally meet lips to lips for a kiss full of frantic tongue and teeth and quick inhales of breath.]
You'll-- You'll have me as long as... as we live. Even a-at home. I'll find you.
[Call him a hopeless romantic. Call him caught up in the moment. But his breath is coming much more shallow, and tension is coiling tight in his abdomen, and he knows this is going to be fast despite their intentions to go slow. He wants to make sure that Sparkling thoroughly enjoys the moment.]
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Sparkling exhales on a breathy keen that ends up getting quickly smothered in their kiss. He only wishes that he had both of his arms at his disposal, because he would love nothing more than to embrace Clotted Cream properly right now. Because...
He has Sparkling read for filth. He's been desperately lonely and frustrated, feeling like his life here was destined to be filled with nothing but strife and misery, interjected with brief high points only for those to be swiftly ripped away. It was unfair and maddening, and it often made him feel selfish for wanting more. It's why, even now, he feels so grateful just to have Clotted Cream in the first place...because if things had shaken out just a bit differently, he very much could not have.
The next time Sparkling makes a sound, it comes out as a whimper past his fangs, his hand moving at a pretty decent cip by this point. Not only is he jerking Clotted Cream off, he's also taking the time to dip his fingers into the slit that keeps him hidden, coating his fingers liberally with the slick there to make his movements easier. He wishes he could say more, but that one line from Clotted Cream was enough to turn his brain off (in a good way). Now he's simply become a mess of desperation as they kiss, though it's becoming harder to do so without slipping and getting sloppy.]
CC...ah...you- [Words, he swears to god he can speak] -I love you...so much...I'm- c-close-
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If he thought the feeling of Sparkling's hand sliding against his cock was maddening, the sensation of fingers dipping into his slit is even more so. It's hard to describe, the feeling that it elicits, but the pressure and the intrusion make his body tense and buck just a little as if asking for something else. Not here, of course, and not now, but a tiny voice in the back of his mind makes a mental note to explore this further as his actual voice muffles a soft moan of approval.
And then Sparkling's words hit him like a gut punch. A very good gut punch, mind, but... Crumbs, he doesn't think he'll ever get over the feeling he gets when he hears those words. He doesn't want to - he wants to feel this way again and again, every time. Eyes closing tightly, the corners of them quickly turn a bit damp, but that isn't important right now.
What is important is that Sparkling is close, and so is he. He can feel the pressure building, winding up like a spring about to be set off, and while it isn't an extremely familiar feeling, he's done this once, and he knows. Chasing down both of their climaxes has his hand working eagerly, though the slick he's been working with is beginning to dry. He doesn't want to stop to remedy this, so instead, he slows his pace just a fraction, enough to focus on conjuring a thin layer of water against his palm. And that's enough to do the job.]
Sparkling... [His voice is choked, thick, strained.] --with me. Please. I'm--
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Yet despite it all, despite everything...he's still had Clotted Cream, and that's something he'll be eternally thankful for, even if they don't make it out of this.
Like before, words are hard to come by. He can only nod fervently to Clotted Cream's begged request, carefully slowing the pace of his own hand just enough so that they meet in the middle. Their motions are...undoubtedly sloppy and uncoordinated at this point, but with how keyed up the two of them are, it was simply a matter of time. Hopefully, Clotted Cream won't mind the way his boyfriend ducks his head a bit, tilting his chin so that he can catch his lips in a kiss right at the moment they tumble off the edge together.
And what a feeling it is. Sparkling isn't thinking much about what the state of him will be like in the aftermath, his fur sticky with release and his pants not much better, instead focused entirely on getting Clotted Cream there, all with a steady mantra of his name panted against his lips. It's a culmination of everything that's built up not just in general over the last few months, but between them too. Sparkling would be ashamed to admit just how often he's thought of sleeping with Clotted Cream, and while he wouldn't say this is exactly how he wanted it to go...he will at least die happy knowing that they had the chance.
That Clotted Cream could get this form of love, from him.]
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Being kissed as Sparkling reaches his edge isn't a problem for him at all, not when his own is right there, so close that he can almost taste it. In a matter of seconds, the consistency of the sickness on his hand has changed, and he knows that Sparkling has finished. It isn't warm, though nothing about Sparkling is - at least not physically - but the knowledge of it is enough to draw out a reedy whimper, and it's only a matter of seconds before he follows suit.
Clotted Cream's mind takes a moment to fully reboot after his body climaxes, but the first thought in his head isn't the mess, or how disheveled they probably are, or that they should check their surroundings to make sure they're still alone. No, the first thought in his head is considerably more personal, more intimate, and he isn't sure if it's that or the post-orgasm high that has his head feeling light, but it's certainly the reason why his heart feels fit to burst.
Mess be damned, he is going to take a long moment to very thoroughly kiss his boyfriend, and the tears in the corners of his eyes when he finally separates are just a trick of the low light, surely.]
... you're wonderful.
[His voice isn't tight with emotion either, you don't hear that--]
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Suffice it to say, he can't remember the last time he came this hard. Partially from going through a bit of a dry spell, sure, but he knows there's far more to it than that. He's left almost completely boneless after the fact, somehow struggling to catch his breath even though his lungs no longer burn with the familiar ache of needing more oxygen. His body does remember what it feels like however, and can mimic it easily enough. The two are left impossibly close, tangled up in one another as much in a literal sense as it could be metaphorical.
And in the aftermath, they kiss. They kiss, and Sparkling surely feels like he could die right then and there and feel no more regrets. Perhaps the life he's led here hasn't been the best, and he's failed in many aspects, but he has- at least- been fulfilled.
They part, only for that invisible thread to keep Sparkling close, like he'd much rather close the gap and fall into Clotted Cream's arms again. Instead, he keeps his distance by letting their foreheads rest together, his breath cold against the other's lips. He's still a bit dizzy, overwhelmed by the aftershocks of a post-orgasmic haze still slowly rolling over his body in waves. He hasn't even taken his hand away from Clotted Cream just yet, though he will have to soon to avoid touching him while he's oversensitive from having just climaxed.]
CC...
[He swallows, his mouth so dry it's a miracle he doesn't start choking, as he leans his weight carefully against the Mer, settling against him against the corner of their little hiding place. For just a moment, it truly does feel like they're the last two people on earth.]
...thank you. This has been...incredible.
[Worth every second.]
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And he's content to remain close to Sparkling, leaning against him, tangled with him, sharing that cool breath and recovering from a very physically and emotionally intense climax. Both of them seem to be in the same state, and that's just fine. Not so much if something or someone comes in after them, of course, but for right now, he wouldn't trade it for the world.
When Sparkling finally speaks, Clotted Cream's ear fins perk up in reflex, and he parts his lips to respond... but no sound comes out. Licking his lips and clearing his throat, he tries again, and his voice is a bit creaky on the edges.]
I... I wouldn't have it any other way. I should be thanking you. This was not at all the ideal location, and yet...
[And yet, Sparkling hadn't minded. Sparkling had been the one to ask, after all. Never in his wildest dreams had Clotted Cream expected any of this when they'd set out earlier, and yet here they are, tangled with each other on a dirty store floor.
Infinitely more preferable to those awful, never-ending yellow-lit rooms.]
I love you.
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It's like he's been telling himself on repeat since this all began. It's just things. Things can be replaced. Remade. Rebuilt. But people...you can't replace those. And you certainly can't get back the time they have left, which is why he's realizing he wants to spend as much of it with Clotted Cream as he possibly can. Maybe he doesn't know what that means for the future, but in the end, it won't matter much.
He finally does remove his claws very gently from Clotted Cream's slacks, his fingers still dripping as he lets his hand hang loose above his own lap. He pays the mess no mind whatsoever as he nuzzles his face gently against Clotted Cream's, imagining that he would be wrapping him up in both of his wings right now if he could.]
I love you too, CC.
[He presses a feather-light kiss to his lips, chaste and loving.]
Ideal or no, I...I would...very much like to stay here with you a bit longer.
[Just...here. He isn't sure how long "a bit" is, just...he just wants it to be just them for a little while.]