Title: A Lascivious Expression Status: Complete Characters: Anon, Fang Rating: NSFW Classification: One-Shot Author: CuriousAnon Summary: Set in an middle of Anon and Fang's senior year in high school. Also Fang is a dude instead of a girl. This work is marked Explicit for a reason. If you aren't into explicit male on male contact don't read it :) It’s been two months since the incident in the auditorium with Trish. Fang, as it turns out, was right. It only took a week or two for the student body to latch on to some brand-new misery and completely forget about my business. Life had fallen into a nice rhythm now. Spend the week bored out of my mind at school, hang out with the few friends I had made over the last few months, and sneak quiet moments with my adorable Ptero Bee Eff. It was still strange to think about it. If you told me at the start of the year that I would find myself romantically involved with another guy I would have laid you out… (in my mind) but now I can’t imagine waking up without him in my life. Speaking of, said cutie had been acting a little odd this whole week. He was up to his usual activities, hanging out with Reed and me, helping me with my music homework while I tutored him in science, and playing Xrox with a few of our friends online. Everything seemed normal on the surface level for sure, but it felt like he was keeping something from me. When I would sneak looks at him in the hallway he would scurry off, his cheeks showing an unusually deep blush. Have I done something wrong…? Now it’s Friday… The week has gone by just like every other, droll classwork, surprisingly bland lunch, even Fang has been distant today. Whatever! That’s all behind us now. The weekend would shortly be here and I could spend some time out of this concrete jail and do some shit I actually cared about… Well, that’s what I was hoping for anyway. Instead here I am in the school auditorium. All the classes were over and a majority of the student body had already gone home leaving just a few of us behind. Reed is working on trying to repair the projector. Seems nobody has done anything about it since Naser busted the thing two months ago and as a last-ditch effort to not buy a new one they’re trying to get the students to fix it. Fang is here too, of course, though between the three of us, Reed is the only one getting any real work done. Fang is fussing with the wires on the back of the projector while I sit in the front row, mindlessly plugging away at my phone. Moral support is important too y’know Suddenly Reed stands up, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead “I don’t think this is gonna happen dudes… this thing is pretty fucked up” He takes a long stretch as he looks towards the door “Give me five amigos… I’m gonna go recharge a bit and give it one more look” Hardly looking up from my little screen I give him a halfhearted wave. Fang doesn’t move from his spot, still fiddling with the wires. Reed just shrugs and heads for the door to the auditorium, off to grab god knows what it’ll take for him to ‘recharge’. I set the phone down and call over to Fang “Why don’t you take a break too? Talk about what we want to do this weekend” That seems to give him pause for a moment. But he shakes his head and continues to work on the projector “Nah… no I think I might see what was jostled loose if I can just… ugh… reach it” Fang adjusts his positioning now, moving to the front of the projector and bending his body forward over it “There we go, much better…” My eyes shoot up at his new positioning, bent completely over at the waist as he fidgets with something on the back of the box. He hums something softly, just barely loud enough for me to hear as his legs start to sway to the beat of whatever song he has in his head. Shortly after his tail starts to work its way into the tempo as well... Is he doing this on purpose? The slow and measured swaying of his hips quickly had me hypnotized, my phone falling to the ground with a loud clattering sound. Fang turns his head back for a moment, fluttering his eyes softly “Everything alright back there dweeb?” His lips curl up into a devious grin as he continues to shake and sway his hips “Maybe you could come give me a hand with this?” Like a zombie I rise from my seat, quickly crossing the distance over towards Fang and the projector. My eyes dart left and right, mesmerized by his swinging tail as I approach. When I finally bridge the gap, he swings his body around, reaching out and grabbing my hands in his. I could hear his tail still swinging, thumping softly against the damaged projector. “Hey, Anon... I’ve been meaning to bring this up…” The confidence he held a moment ago seems to be fizzling out quickly. My head lists to the side curiously as he seems to get caught up with what to say next. “My parents are going out of town this weekend… some dumb police retreat thing... And Naser has some ‘head start for your future’ program a few cities over… I’ll have the house all to myself so I thought you might… want to… y’know?” Is this what Fang has been so caught up with all week? I’ve spent plenty of time with him these last few months, what’s so special about this weekend? “Oh… sure that sounds fun. I could bring my system over maybe? Plug it up to the big screen in your living room for a change” Yeah.. this did sound like fun! “When Reed gets back we can ask him if he wants to-” I’m cut off with a quick yet firm prodding courtesy of Fang’s finger. He gives me a slightly disappointed look and shakes his head “No doofus… just you and me… alone… at my place? C’mon man, do I have to spell it out for you?” He draws my hands closer to his body, pulling me forward and pressing his beak against my lips for only a passing moment before he continues “Now do you get it…?” I nod rapidly, quickly snapping to attention, but before I can reply the auditorium doors swing back open and Fang almost falls over the projector pushing me away. Reed comes sauntering back in, looking between the two of us curiously, before shaking his head. “Yeah, this just isn’t gonna happen. Spears will just have to spring for a new one… you two alright?” Fang nods “Yep! We’re good. Anon was just asking what I was working with back here” Fang slides over next to me now as Reed closes the distance between us “But if you think it’s cooked then it’s cooked. No need to sit around here” “Yeah…” Reed responds, looking between the two of us again “Well… shit amigos I hate to cut and run but I have to meet a dude about a thing… catch you later this weekend? Hit me up” I offer a disarming wave “Yeah bro. Take it easy…” before turning back to face Fang again. Whatever confidence he had built up before was completely gone now, his eyes darting around to look at anything but me. Reed shrugs and heads out, back through the door he came from leaving the two of us alone again “Eight” Fang speaks up, still avoiding my eyes “...huh?” “Be there at eight. No sooner than that, got it?” He gives my hand one last squeeze before turning away himself “That’ll give my parents plenty of time to be good and gone, got it?” I stand there and nod as Fang walks away, already knowing what my answer would be. He waves with one hand as he slips out the same door and out of my sight “...nice…” … … It’s just turning 8 by the time I finally reach the Aaron household. True to Fang’s word the garage was open, no cars in either the driveway or tucked away inside. I pull my phone out and send him the message that I had saved, letting him know that I had just arrived outside. The weight of my backpack was starting to dig into my shoulder. There wasn’t much in it besides a change of clothes since we would probably be here all weekend. A small wave of paranoia washes over me as I test the front door, finding it still locked. I look towards my phone again, starting to type up another message. Before I could finish putting the word to text I hear a soft click and see the front door swing open. Fang steps halfway through, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a cheeky grin on his face. He had replaced his usual dark outfit with something more comfortable, a white tank top and knee-length athletic shorts, the colors of our school. He points his thumb back inside and turns to re-enter the living room, the open door an equally open invitation to come inside Into the den of the beast… my eyes instinctively shift straight to the big man’s armchair, nervous that I’ll see Ripley sitting there with his patented killing glare. A breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding escapes me in a low sigh. Sensing my nervousness, Fang turns around and takes my hands in his, giving me a reassuring squeeze “Anon… relax man. Nobody here but you and me, okay?” His eyes meet mine and my nervousness fades away. Just a few words were enough to put my mind completely at ease. His body shifts closer to mine until his snout meets my lips, a sweet and soft thing. I let go of his hands and wrap my arms around him completely, leaning into the kiss as my eyes fall shut. It’s taken us a while to perfect this art, his long snout and my lips don’t make the easiest combination but given enough time we’ve figured out a method that works. Before we could get too absorbed in ourselves though, he pulls away with a warm grin, his eyes half-lidded as he leans his head against my shoulder “So uhm…” Without moving from the spot we found ourselves, he continues “I figured we could… watch some movies… cuddle on the couch... S-see where that takes us?” His timid demeanor is betrayed by his fluttering wings. I nod, offering him a reassuring grin. I toss my bag to a corner of the room and walk over, plopping down on the couch unceremoniously. Fang joins me a moment later, his wing draping around my back and pulling me closer He grabs the remote and the TV buzzes to life, the light from the large screen spilling into the otherwise dark room. Fang already had his ‘Snootflix’ account opened up, and an array of choices for what to watch was already set up for us. Seems he was well prepared… It doesn’t take us long to settle on some mid-tier action flick. The movie starts but neither of us pays close attention. Fang has settled in close to me now, his head resting on my shoulder and his arm draped over my torso while his wings act like a soft blanket for the both of us. I can feel his breath, rolling down my neck and shoulder. Each breath causes a wave of goosebumps to roll down my spine as a bubbling tension starts to bubble in my stomach This isn’t the first time that we’ve found ourselves in this position but something about it was slightly off. The way Fang had been acting aloof all week followed up by his sudden boldness earlier today… his insistence on simply spending time alone in his house when we could have done anything else… I almost jump when I feel his hand on my thigh, the welling up of tension rising to my throat. His sharp nails slowly drag up and down my leg as his snoot turns upwards, his lips pressing against my neck in soft, short kisses. I shift softly but his wings cling to me tightly, holding me in place on the couch. My ears burn as his hand gracefully travels inwards and in a brief moment of clarity, my hand reaches down and meets his, holding it softly. I turn to face him and as I do his head rises, his eyes meeting mine again. His warm, loving eyes sparkle in the light from the TV, blinking slowly as he presses his beak against my ear. His voice shudders as he whispers to me softly “J-just relax… I... I want to make you feel good~” Suddenly he rearranges his body next to mine. His wings release me from the vice grip they held me with before as he scoots over to sit on one of my legs. Our hands part as his travels inwards once again, slipping under my shirt and pressing against my stomach. I shiver as his warm hands rub against me, tracing downward until they reach the waistband of my jeans, his thumb roughly fingering the button holding it all together. The both of us go silent, the only sound left in the room … and he is still trying to release the button. I could tell he was starting to get annoyed as he fiddled with the mechanism, unable to work the clasp out of its casual resting place “Damnit…” I could hear him mutter under his breath “They make this look so easy online…” “You watch a lot of this online?” The question seems to catch him off guard, his cheeks taking on a furiously deep hue as his body freezes. Fang’s fingers were two small layers of fabric from grabbing hold of my most intimate parts yet a simple question seems to have driven him back to his usual self-conscious and embarrassed state. “Sh-shut up dweeb… just never seen… never d-done it with…” His embarrassment only deepens with each word and soon he is covering his face with his hands again. Soon his wings join him, wrapping him up in a protective feathery cocoon. “Fuck… I had all this p-planned out and I can’t even… get your f-fucking pants off” I knew this expression all too well, Fang quickly retreating behind his wall of wings to try and shut out the stress that the world was presenting him with… How long had he been planning this? I thought he just found out today that his parents weren’t going to be around… My arms wrap tightly around him, pulling his body completely into my lap “Hey… hey don’t get so worked up about it… this is supposed to be fun” Drawn in against me he shifts his body again, pulling his legs up onto the couch and leaning his weight against my chest. After a few moments, his wings retract as well, just long enough to bring me into his downy embrace. His hands rest on top of me, gripping my shoulders as he rests his head against my neck. There was moistness in his amber eyes, glistening vividly like starlight in the dark room. “Y-you’ve been so g-good to me…” He blubbers softly “And I can’t… I just fuck everything up every time” Slowly my hands run up and down his back, softly stroking the surface between his wings. I don’t respond, not just because I know he wants to work it out himself, but because I don’t even have the words to say at this point “You’re so sweet… and kind and… every time something shitty happens to me you’re always there and… I can’t even do this for you right and…” Again I hold my tongue, happy to simply rub his back and listen. He continues uninterrupted “I don’t know what to do…” He pulls his head away from my neck, finally drawing the courage to look me in the eyes again. His beautiful amber pearls were marred with red and the makeup was slowly running, dripping down to his cheeks. I free up one of my hands and wipe the tear away. “Thank god… I really thought I was the only one who had no idea what I was doing…” My hand continues to stroke his snout softly. His eyes sparkle as I finally interject “This shit… we don’t need to overthink it. Let’s just… keep figuring it out as we go. Fang’s fingers dig into my shoulder as a soft; albeit weak, smile finally finds its way back to him. The wave of reassurance ran through him, his entire body relaxing as he leaned back away from me. “What did I do to deserve you?” I allow my fingers to trace along his snout now, around his neck, and to his crest. I pull him forward towards me again and press my lips against his, inhaling sharply through my nose as our bodies connect again. We share this moment of happiness as the rest of his worries finally melt away, his body curling up in my lap. After a brief eternity, I let my hands slide down his body and rest on his lower back as we pull apart. His tail is swishing softly, beating against the couch softly. “I don’t know…” A smug grin finds its way to my lips “Because somehow I am way better at this” A squeak suddenly escapes his lips as my hands take a firm grip on his swinging tail and pull on it roughly. His body turns to putty while I firmly rub the sides and the base with my thumbs. The hands-on my shoulder grip tightly, his fingers pressing against my skin almost hard enough to cause pain “Ah-aha w-woah! Wait… wait hold on stop, stop!” He exclaims suddenly, pushing against my chest until I let him go. Fang quickly shuffles off the couch and to his feet… I don’t need to glance down to see how much tighter his shorts have gotten already. The pit of nerves I had before has completely evaporated, replaced by a dull heat. He may have started this, but if I had to I would finish it “This… this is a bad idea…” He mutters, his eyes glancing around the dimly lit living room again “What? Fang this was your idea…” He shakes his head and looks towards Ripley’s armchair, then back towards me on the couch, then finally back to me. He chuckles softly “Dad has a nose like a bloodhound…” His hand links up with mine again as he starts for the stairwell, pulling me with him. Briefly, I consider grabbing for his tail again but the last thing I need is a quick trip back down the stairs. Despite being alone, Fang still insists on sneaking through the dark hallway toward his room, a deeply ingrained instinct from living with his razor-sharp parents for 18 years already. When his door swings open he practically shoves me inside, following after and pulling the door behind him shut with a click. This wasn’t the first time I had been in here and yet there was another deep well of nervousness that found its way back into the pit of my stomach as we stumbled in alone in the dark. He flips the switch, filling the room with a dull yellow glow. Rather than have a traditional ceiling light his room had been wired to light up several lamps that stand on drawers adjacent to his bed. The lights had been dimmed, certainly another one of his plans for when we eventually made our way up here. He turns to me and smiles nervously, plopping down onto the plush bed and patting the spot next to him. His tail was hammering away at the surface before I even had a chance to sit down next to him. As soon as I impacted the plush bed his hand captured mine, giving it a firm squeeze as he leaned over and pressed his beak to my lips again. This was not a sweet and gentle thing, but a powerful contact, energized by his surging arousal. His tongue danced against my lips, begging for access to my mouth. The instant that an opening is made his tongue assaults mine, his body pressing hard enough against mine to force me down to my back. His hands were all over me as soon as I fell, grabbing at my shirt and pulling me back into a firm kiss. I sunk into the surprisingly soft sheets, his long tongue almost pushing down into my throat as it ravages every available inch of my mouth. Not one to take this sitting down, my hands return to his lower back, one of them getting a firm grip on his tail while the other rears back and lays into his shaking ass, a resounding slap sounding in the otherwise quiet bedroom. He jerks back away from the kiss, pushing his body against my firm hands and gasping for a quick breath. My hand roughly squeezes his pliable tush, while my fingers squeeze and grope the soft flesh. His breath comes out a low huff, his grip on my shirt fading as he moves his hands back to my pants again. I wasn’t about to have a repeat of earlier, letting go of his ass I shuffle backward, quickly undoing the button myself before we could have difficulty with it again. “Yeah… good thinking…” He comments softly, his slender fingers worming under the waist of my jeans before yanking them downwards to my ankles. Goosebumps ran down my legs, suddenly exposed to the cool air of Fang’s room. The dim glow from the desk lamp illuminated Fang’s body in an eerie orange glow, his wings extended as he licked his lips, his eyes glued to the stiff bulge barely concealed now by the thin layer that was my boxers. Delicate fingers wormed their way up to it, giving the stiff form a squeeze through the boxers, rubbing it slowly and firmly “So uhh… last chance to say no…” Fang says, his body now leaning over mine, his sultry expression blatantly painted on his face as his snout hovers just inches above mine. His fingers continue to do their dirty work, teasing and prodding the form barely contained by a flimsy layer of clothing and our faltering inhibitions. I shuffle upwards and nod slowly, my own eyes trailing past Fang’s and down to what he was doing with his hand. He gives it one more gentle squeeze before his hands trail upwards and peels my boxers off, removing the last of my modesty and exposing everything to his ravenous eyes. His eyes fixate on the shaft, still only half erect as it was. He went from it to me, then back to it again, shuffling carefully on the bed. “Is it… is this what a human is supposed to look like?” If I didn’t have his fingers wrapped around my girth I might have had the energy to be offended. He leans his snout down towards it and squeezes it softly, giving it a few strokes “It just looks goofy” His thumb presses against the tip of my spear, pulling at the skin and exposing the throbbing head. A soft huff escapes my lips as his thumb presses down on it, rotating it around like a joystick. “Have you… have you never seen this before?” I ask, taken aback at the sudden inspection he was giving me. His eyes dance between me and his new favorite toy again “No…” He says, bringing his snout down towards my rapidly swelling erection. I can feel his breath against it as he sharply inhales the scent radiating from it “Never tasted one either…” “...huh? Never wh-” My question dies in my throat, a soft hiss escaping subconsciously as his lips part, his dexterous tongue slipping out and slowly running the length of my shaft “O-oh! He.. heh yeah…? Well… how is it?” With a long, slow flick of his tongue, he moves his snout away, stroking slowly while he smacks his lips, running his tongue along his sharp teeth “Mmm… Not what I expected… could be worse…” He hums softly before leaning his snout back over, sliding me into his mouth completely. My body freezes and then melts just as quickly, my head rolling back as my hands mount softly on his crest, thumbing it softly. He seems to take this as encouragement, his tongue wrapping tightly around my cock as he suckles firmly on my turgid shaft. “F-fuck” I exclaim softly, taking a tighter grip of his crest with one hand, the other tracing down to the side of his head, thumbing through his hair softly. My member flexes in his mouth, rubbing against his delicate and surprisingly skilled tongue. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out again while he slowly works away with his snout. A cold wave washes over me when he decides to pull away. A long line of saliva connects the end of my spit-shined cock and his still loose tongue, his half-lidded eyes staring back towards mine as he smacks his lips again, a thumb wiping the errant strand of spit away as he climbs back into my lap. His other hand never leaves my shaft, squeezing and stroking as he presses his lips against mine in another soft and sweet kiss. The embrace lasts but a moment as he creates space between us again. His voice catches in his throat as he lets out a soft, breathy moan “A-anon…” He barely manages to squeeze out “I… I want you more than anything… please…” His soft eyes stare into mine, burning with a mixture of warm love and fierce desire. My hands trace down his body, starting at his chest, then slowly down his sides until finally reaching his hips. A soft gasp lets me know I’m on the right track. My thumbs hook into his shorts, tugging at the fabric and pulling them free from his hips. There is a shuffling of the fabric as he pulls away from me again, reaching down and yanking his tank top up and off of his body. I follow his lead, shimmying out of my jacket before almost tearing my tee shirt off, the articles finding themselves in a random pile on the floor. No sooner than my chest was free he was upon me again. His hands danced across my chest, intimately dancing over the spots that once held bruises and marks from my quick trip down the stairs. They finally settled on my shoulders, his long nails tracing along the surface of my skin just deep enough for goosebumps to form on my back. I reach for him in turn, my rough hands starting at his hips before sliding down to his ass. A soft ‘smack’ rings out, followed quickly by another as Fang shudders, a dull groan escaping his lips. One of my hands grasps his tail again, firmly tugging it upwards while my other squeezes down, roughly grabbing as much of his soft, supple ass as I can. His hands grip down on my shoulders as he throws his head back, his wings spreading out, rigid and stiff. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing of his that had stiffened up. I didn’t need to glance down to tell that he was enjoying this just as much as I was. With our bodies clinging so closely together it would be impossible to not feel his shared heat rubbing against me, his member bobbing with each tug on his tail. He whimpered softly, the teasing getting to him quickly. “Fuck…” He was turning into a mess quickly, sweat glistening on his slender frame as he grinds his body against mine, pressing himself firmly against my explorative hands and thrusting haphazardly forward into nothing. Deciding enough was enough, I mercifully release his soft rump and bring my hands to his lower back again. Before he can open his mouth to complain I wrap one of my legs around his and forcefully flip our bodies 180 degrees, shifting our position so that I was on top of him. His eyes grow wide, looking up towards me in a slight panic that slowly melds back down to a soft look of desire. I scoot back, straddling his legs now, and motion towards him with my hand, twisting it around in a circle. “Flip over…” My voice is gentle… but carries a weight of command to it. Fang’s cheeks were a furious deep color now as he looks back at me with a soft and understanding nod. …before his eyes shoot wide, a moment of clarity passes through him “W-wait… h-hold on uhh… one… uhm…” This look of surprise on his face is cute but I’m not sure what this was all about. Is he getting cold feet now? He turns halfway, reaches for his desk, and pulls out a small black bottle of… oh.. duh… I take the bottle from him and glance at it for a moment, but the thought is lost as he manages to roll over onto his stomach, his wings splayed out wide and his tail hiked up. He turns his head to the side, watching me with a sideward glance. Kneeling now behind him I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the beauty that was presenting himself before me. His slender, quivering frame was barely illuminated by the dim lamplight next to him, casting an orange glow that contrasted his naturally silver body. I glance down at myself and then back to the bottle. Was I supposed to just… drip it on? Rub it on? Does it go on him? Maybe I drip it on and just… just apply it naturally as part of the process… Should I ask him? Fuck he is looking at me with those soft, expectant eyes… “Anon…” His voice draws me out of my momentary panic “Just get it on you already…” One look back at him is enough to push all my doubts away again. I pop the bottle and drip the cool liquid on everything that feels relevant before discarding the bottle. I lean forward over him, one hand pressing down on the center of his back and my other searching out and finding his. My fingers intertwine with his as I squeeze his hand and push down on the small of his back, encouraging him to press his lower back upwards. His eyes sparkle softly in the soft glow of the room and his voice is hardly more than a whisper. “Please… b-be gentle with me…” The sheets rustle softly, his hands firmly grasping onto whatever he can hold onto. His body shivers in anticipation as he turns his head back towards the bed, burying his snout in the pillow. He presses his hips backward, encouraging me to finish the ritual that he had started. I line myself up with him again, my knees pressing against his as I lay myself down on his back, trapping his tail between our bodies. My hips shift forward, and after taking a moment to fix our alignment, we finally complete the circuit. Inching into him is… harder than I thought it would be. Every small push is met with resistance as my lover squeezes down on my invading member “F-fuck… babe, relax… you gotta relax…” “Haah…. Hah... I’m… I’m trying d-dweeb…” A guttural moan rumbles deep from his throat. He gasps and squirms every time that I try to move forward, his long snout hanging slightly open “Hnnnng… fuck j-just get it all in me…” The process is slow, delicate, and deliberate. Every time he’s able to relax I breach further into his loving depths, then stop so he can adjust. The whole time he fidgets and squirms, splayed out underneath me as our bodies connect in a sweaty and passionate embrace. My hips finally meet his ass, his head tilting upwards as a low drawn-out moan escapes his lips again. Leaning my full weight against him now my right arm slides under his stomach and up towards his chest until it reaches his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat pounding against my arm as he moved in place just enough to accommodate this new position. Our hands intertwined as I gave him a reassuring squeeze. His head turned to the side again, his eyes seeking out mine as he shuddered softly, his body slowly acclimating to having something new inside of it. Without letting go I lean my head down, my lips meeting his cheek as we lay together like this, our bodies thoroughly intertwined in an intense embrace “Fang…” I barely squeak out, my heart pounding in my chest as I shift slowly on top of him. His eyes sparkle softly in the dull orange light as he looks towards me, expectantly “I love you” He closes his eyes, a pleased sigh escaping his snout as the ferocity of his arousal is washed over and replaced by the warm collective love that we shared. He curls in on himself ever so slightly, an embarrassed smile crossing his snout. “I… I love you too~” My body rocks forward, forcing a surprised gasp from his lips. I lean down, capturing his mouth with mine again before slowly easing backward… and then thrusting back. Our collective moans meet each other as we start to rock our bodies against one another. He reaches his hand up to mine on his neck and hungrily pushes it downward until it rests on his throbbing member, encouraging me to do my part for him as well. The two of us fall into a pile of shared pleasures, gasps and moans filling the space between our lips as we writhe in our ecstasy. His slender form beneath me clings tightly with every push, effortlessly coaxing out my building desire as the two of us get completely lost in each other’s bodies. A low pit in my groin was building now, a soft wave building from a dull heat to an intense fire. Every push forward caused my head to twitch in anticipation as my resistance slipped away. Fang tilts his head back, a deep throaty moan rocking his shoulders as a warm feeling blossoms against my hand and the sheets beneath him. “A-ahh.. F-fuck… Annnnnnn… Anon…~” I bite my lip, my hand gripping down hard as my lover unleashes his pent-up arousal all at once. His body curls up slightly again as I press my body down hard against his. With a final effort, I press my hips against him one last time, unleashing everything that I had built up for him, spilling it deep within in one final climactic burst of intense pleasure. The last of my energy spent, I collapse forward onto him, letting all of my weight rest against his quivering form. Out of breath, I can’t find any words to say, simply opting to wrap my hands around him and bury my nose into his neck. We lay like this for minutes, our bodies recovering from the intense ordeal without saying anything. Content to simply hold onto each other and bask in the warm bliss of what we had become together. Eventually, it was Fang who broke the silence. With a small ‘huff’ of effort he pushed himself back up to his arms and knees, before finally spilling over and onto his side. His eyes looked towards mine, then down to the mess we had made on his formerly clean sheets “... gross…” “Gross?” A laugh breaks the tension of the moment as I follow his eyes downward. “That’s what you have to say about it?” He grins, rolling up to a sitting position at the edge of the bed “Yeah… I’m all… y’know covered in spunk. It’s gross” My abs burn when I force myself up, scooting over to sit next to Fang. He leans his head on my shoulder, pressing his snout against my neck. He inhales sharply “You stink too…” His hand caresses my thigh, tracing inwards and gliding across my well-spent member, covered in lube and my own expended passion. It brings little more than a twitch, having just finished its loving work on his body. With a sigh he stands up completely, his whole body stretching out slowly. “Yeah… I’m gonna take a shower” He states matter-of-factly, walking over towards the door to his room. He lets it swing open but stops at the threshold, looking over his shoulder and back to me. His tail swishes slowly in the air behind him as he flutters his eyelashes slowly. “You coming?~”