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“Nnnghh,” Garu says eloquently as he buries his head under the covers despite his raging fever.
Garu hates being sick. He hates how weak his muscles feel, and how much he sweats, and how hard it is to think.
“You'll only burn up faster like that, Garu,” Olivine protests softly.
Garu hates being sick, but he likes having Olivine here to look after him.
Garu pouts as he reluctantly shimmies back out of the makeshift furnace. “Hot,” he mumbles, trying to sit up. He sways under his own weight. “But I'm tired…”
“I know, honey,” Olivine says as he walks closer to gently press Garu’s shoulders down. Garu goes easily, and it does feel marginally better when his head hits the pillow. Olivine nods to himself and places a wet towel on the wolf yokai's forehead. It's cool, making Garu sigh in relief. “How about I take the blanket off? Just close your eyes and sleep.”
Garu whines pitifully, even as his eyelids droop. “I'll get cold…”
Olivine frowns down at him. His concern warms Garu's heart. It would be nice if he wasn't already so, so warm.
His bottom lip quivers, the frustration quickly mounting. “Olivine…”
“Yes?” Olivine responds immediately, clutching at Garu's arm as he leans over the bed.
Garu groans, kicking his legs and successfully sending the blanket flying off of him. He feels like he’s throwing a tantrum, out of control of his own body and emotions. The realization just makes him more upset, his throat going tight. He quickly turns over to hide his face from Olivine — but that makes the cold towel fall from his face, and suddenly everything is even worse.
Garu can't help the first wet, ragged gasp that escapes him, and then hot tears are streaming down his cheeks with no end in sight.
“Oh, Garu,” Olivine coos.
A gentle hand is placed on his side, rubbing gentle circles into the skin.
“Shh… shh. That's okay, cry it all out.”
Garu shudders, covering his face with his arms.
Eventually he does find his breaths steadying and his eyes drying. He feels… a lot less tired. Or rather, he feels tired, but in a way he can handle.
Olivine hasn't stopped rubbing his side.
Garu wipes half-heartedly at his face with the back of his arm. “Th… thank you.”
“Better?” Olivine asks kindly.
He nods. He wants to roll over to see Olivine, but he doesn't want that gentle hand to leave him.
Olivine holds out a tissue. Garu takes it with a sniffled expression of gratitude and cleans himself up a little more.
Finally, Garu decides he's indulged himself enough and sits up. He's still a little woozy, but he's able to stay upright this time.
Olivine has sat himself on the edge of the bed. “Alright?”
He hesitates. “Can I… hug you?”
The priest's arms are open before he's even finished asking.
Garu practically throws himself at the man, desperately wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his ample chest.
Garu can't help himself — he breathes deeply, taking in Olivine's scent. At this point most members of Master's clan have become like pack to him, so their pheromones are instantly relaxing to him. Whenever he can smell Olivine and the others, he knows he's safe, and wanted, and has people looking after him. He nuzzles his nose against the man’s robes as if he can get any closer. His scent reminds Garu of old books, and fresh laundry, and… Garu snuffles at him. He smells faintly like milk.
Olivine begins to card his fingers through Garu's hair. Garu shivers.
After a moment, the man begins to mumble something from above him. Garu can’t be bothered to make it out in his exhaustion.
“Mrrm?” Garu tries to ask.
Olivine chuckles softly, his chest bouncing just a little against Garu's face. “I was saying that… you did so well.”
Garu's ears perk up before he can stop them. (In this weakened state it's only natural that his ears and tail would be visible. He doesn't have the energy or concentration to hide them, and he knows Olivine doesn't mind either way.)
One of Olivine's hands finds its way between Garu's shoulder blades. It begins to rub those relaxing circles into him once more. He slumps even more bonelessly into Olivine’s body.
“You were so brave, Garu,” Olivine continues, his voice smooth and deep. It's perfect for lulling someone to sleep — or it would be, if Garu weren't listening so alertly to every word. “I know it's hard… I'm sorry you don't feel well. But you'll pull through. You're a very strong young man.”
Garu's tail twitches to life behind him, beginning to wag just a bit. “You… you think so?” He croaks, silently begging to hear more praise in that soothing voice.
“Mm-hm,” Olivine murmurs. And then — there's a soft pressure on the top of his head, between his ears. Garu's face burns as Olivine pulls back from the gentle kiss and smooths down his hair with his free hand. He's careful not to pet Garu's ears in the process, always so respectful of his boundaries. “You can handle this and more, I'm sure of it. Thank you for letting me take care of you.”
Thump, thump, thump.
Garu's tail has gone into overdrive, thwacking the bed rapidly.
Olivine laughs again. “I'm glad to see you're not feeling down anymore.”
Garu's hands dig into the fabric of Olivine's robes, pulling just a little. He keeps his head down, too overwhelmed to look the priest in the eye.
Olivine is their resident healer. He's taken care of their injuries and illnesses before. So why does Garu only now feel so…
It's then that Olivine deals the fatal blow.
Scritching at the nape of Garu's neck, just where his hair starts to grow, he says two little words in a mirthful tone: “Good boy.”
Just like that, Garu is achingly hard.
His breath catches in his throat, every muscle frozen. Can Olivine feel it against his thigh? Would he be offended if he did?
Master is always happy when he notices Garu getting excited, and Garu has no concerns about what Master would think of two of his clan members growing closer like this. In fact, he's sure Master would encourage it. (He might even ask to join in.) But not everyone is so receptive. Is this okay?
After all, Garu looks up to Olivine so much. He's smart, and kind, and brave, and so beautiful — the problem in his shorts is only getting worse — and Garu doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of someone so cool.
Olivine is just trying to take care of his sick friend. He's doing the right thing, the noble thing. He didn’t do anything to signal he wanted… something like this…
“Garu?” Olivine asks, oh-so innocently.
“Hh,” Garu replies.
Olivine's hand curls delicately around his jaw, tipping his head back. His green eyes are piercing as he examines the wolf below him, though he surely has no idea the effect he's having.
“Your face is so red,” Olivine muses. “Is your fever getting worse, dear?”
Dear. The word strikes his heart, making him whimper. His hands tug needily on Olivine's robes again.
Olivine's eyes widen. “Oh — oh!”
Maybe it's Garu's expression, or a wave of essence he hadn't felt himself release, or maybe Olivine has finally felt the hard length pressing into his side. Whatever the clue was, he's clearly figured out what has Garu so worked up. His gaze flicks down between them as a final confirmation before meeting Garu's eyes once more.
Garu's face flushes hotter. “Sorry… I didn't mean to. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable.”
But Olivine is shaking his head, his expression as soft and welcoming as his body. “Of course not, Garu. I'm… flattered.”
Garu sighs, relaxing. “Ah. That's good.”
“I just wasn't expecting it, I guess.” He tilts his head to one side, considering Garu. “Would you… like to do something about that?”
Garu’s tail whips back and forth. “Is it okay with you?”
Olivine covers his smile with a polite hand, still the picture of elegance even in a situation like this. “I’m not opposed, as long as you're feeling up to it. I don't want you to overexert yourself while you're sick.”
“I'll be okay!” Garu insists. “Maybe some essence regulation would help me r-recover faster?”
That part is definitely a reach, and they both know it.
“Sure,” Olivine chuckles as he pats Garu's cheek placatingly. (Garu has no explanation as to why that makes his body react.)
With permission now established, Garu doesn't hesitate to leap up and plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss on Olivine’s lips. He keeps one hand twisted in the priest's clothing while the other wraps around to tug at short green hair. Olivine's mouth follows Garu's lead, letting him fervently thrust his tongue inside. The tingling, sparkling feeling of essence beginning to transfer between them is a reminder that their saliva is mixing.
Garu moans into Olivine's mouth, his breath coming out in hot puffs. He finds his hips rolling against Olivine's, and the friction on his erection is already so good despite the many layers of clothing between them. He wants to stay here forever, melting, grinding against Olivine's plump body until they swallow each other whole.
His kisses grow harsher until he's nibbling at Olivine’s bottom lip. It isn't enough, though. He slides his mouth along Olivine's jaw, sucking at the place where it meets his ear. When he's drawn enough pretty whines from the man he moves down to mouth at the priest’s long neck. He hooks his lips around the bulge of his Adam's apple, just barely grazing it with his teeth to make Olivine gasp.
It's as low as he can go with Olivine's many layers of clothing still on, the high collar of his robes brushing against Garu's chin.
Seeming to come to the same realization, Olivine pulls away, his chest heaving from how much he's panting. He removes Garu's hands from his body, so Garu rests them in his lap as he waits impatiently. Olivine's trembling hands undo the buttons and clasps on his robes and undershirt. He peels them away, baring his pale breasts to the open air. His nipples are hardened and pink, and decorated with dangling green gemstone piercings, and Garu is so hungry for them.
But Garu pauses, looking up at Olivine. “Can I…?”
“Please,” Olivine breathes out, a high-pitched whine edging its way into his voice.
Garu carefully reaches out to grab Olivine by the waist before he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of Olivine’s breast. It's as soft as it looks, giving way beneath his lips. He opens his mouth a little wider, and when Olivine hums approvingly he goes on to suck the flesh between his teeth. He releases it after a few seconds and sees it's already turning red with the beginnings of a hickey.
“Fuck…” Olivine whispers as he stares down at the darkening spot, sounding thoroughly pleased.
“I want to hold them,” Garu admits, feeling a little heady.
Olivine takes Garu’s hands and moves them to do exactly that. He cups each breast, and like this he can really feel the heft of them. He bounces them a little in his hands, watching eagerly as they jiggle. Olivine’s piercings sway and jump from the motion too.
“M… my nipples,” Olivine mumbles, as if they're not the only thing on Garu's mind. “I like having them played with…”
Without releasing his glorious breasts, Garu raises his thumb to one of Olivine's nipples and begins to press circles into it. Olivine’s body jerks a little, and Garu swears he pushes his chest further forward.
“It feels nice,” Garu says softly.
“Mm — mm-hm,” Olivine moans. “Don't stop…”
He doesn't, but as he continues rubbing he also goes back to kissing and sucking at Olivine's milky white chest. Both of them moan as Garu marks him again.
Olivine's hand gently pushes down on Garu's head. It guides him down until, finally, his lips close around the nipple he still hasn't touched. Olivine’s gasp is full of pleasure, and Garu can't help but look up through his lashes to see the beautiful expression that goes with it.
Olivine flushes when he notices that Garu is staring at him even as he rolls his tongue around the hard bud of Olivine's nipple. “Ah… hello there,” he whispers, his smile tinged with embarrassment.
Garu leans back a little, letting go with a wet pop. Before Olivine can complain, he drags his flat tongue over the nipple instead. Olivine moans into the back of his own hand. Feeling encouraged, Garu licks him again, and again.
“Oh — mmh!” Olivine squeaks, one eye squeezed closed. His cheeks are painted a cute shade of pink.
“Do you like it?” Garu asks between laps of his tongue, his tail wagging all the while.
“Y-yes,” Olivine gasps. “It's good — you're so good, Garu.”
Garu's heart stutters once more.
He swaps sides, bringing his thumb up to rub at the wet nipple while he begins to suck eagerly at the opposite side. This time he closes his eyes, pressing forward until his nose is poking at the soft skin of Olivine’s chest. He concentrates hard on everything he’s feeling: the push and pull of flesh in his mouth, the taste of sweat on his tongue… that faint scent of milk being pressed against his face.
Garu's sucking begins to slow from how hard he's focusing. He can almost ignore how hard he is right now. Olivine's tit in his mouth is sating some part of him.
The hand on the side of his face is a bit of surprise when he can't see it coming, but Olivine’s touch is soft. His other arm wraps around Garu, pulling their bodies closer together.
Olivine strokes Garu's cheek, feeling the hollow of it from how hard he's sucking. Then he stops and simply cradles Garu’s jaw, firm yet gentle. Garu relaxes, trusting Olivine to hold up the weight of his head.
Olivine's moans are quiet and breathy, but right now they're the loudest thing in the room. Garu feels so happy to be the source of those beautiful sounds. He strains his ears, refusing to let even the softest ones slip away.
So of course Garu hears it loud and clear when Olivine whispers, “Oh… so good, baby.”
Garu gasps against Olivine, bucking into the priest’s hip.
Olivine laughs a little, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “Hm? Did you like that?”
He isn’t sure why, but… he definitely did, so he nods as best he can without letting go of Olivine’s breast.
Olivine squeezes fondly at Garu's shoulder. “You're pleasing me so well, baby. I love how your mouth feels…”
Garu whimpers, his face growing hot.
“So cute. What a good boy.” After a pause Olivine adds, a teasing smile evident in his voice, “Are you my good little baby boy, Garu?”
His mouth waters. He wants to be a… a good baby boy. He wants it so badly he could cry. His grip on Olivine’s breasts tightens involuntarily, plump flesh bulging out from between his fingers.
“Okay, okay,” Olivine chuckles.
Garu feels Olivine carefully pulling his head away from his chest. He whimpers in protest, already missing that warm comfort, but Olivine soothes him with a surprisingly chaste kiss. As Garu opens his eyes, the hungry, half-lidded gaze Olivine fixes on him makes his dick twitch in his lap.
“Lay down for me, baby?” Olivine purrs.
Garu is on his back right away, eyes wide.
Olivine crawls closer, like a beast closing in on its prey. He wastes no time in shimmying Garu's shorts down his tan legs. They're tossed off the bed without a second glance.
Garu's erection is throbbing, and reddened at the tip. Just the sensation of the cold air is enough to make him bite his lip. He's grown a little desperate from only rutting and grinding for so long.
Olivine seems fully aware of this fact. One hand slides up the inside of Garu's muscular thigh. He doesn't touch Garu where he needs it just yet, but this is already so stimulating. Garu's breaths come fast and shallow.
“Mmn… Olivine,” Garu whines. “Please…”
Olivine leans down, his mouth only inches away from the head of Garu's dick. Garu can feel each hot breath on his skin.
“Hm… you want me to touch you?” Olivine muses, lips curling into a dangerous smile.
“Yes,” Garu gasps. “Oliviiine…”
Olivine licks his lips. “Do you promise to behave?”
Garu nods quickly. His hips lift just a little off the mattress, and the tip of his dick kisses Olivine's chin.
Olivine's hands come up to grab his hips before Garu's registered it. They pin him down with significant force, preventing any other attempts at early contact. It's easy to forget that beneath the sweet demeanor, plush breasts, and pudgy tummy, Olivine is a powerhouse. Garu may be quick and agile, but if it came down to pure strength he wouldn't stand a chance against Olivine.
“Stay still,” Olivine says with a disarming smile.
“Y - yes, Mommy!”
The room falls silent.
Heat rises up from Garu's chest, into his neck, before flooding his face. Olivine blinks.
“I — um,” Garu stammers, throat tight. “Sorry, is that — okay? I mean — uh, y-you've been calling me baby, and… and I always call Eiden ‘Master,’ so I just…”
Olivine wets his lips. “I can be your mommy, if you'd like.”
Garu whimpers.
Without another word, Olivine is lowering his head and swallowing down Garu's cock in one smooth movement. Garu moans, tipping his head back against the pillows. His hips automatically try to jerk up into the wet heat, but Olivine is still pinning him down. That only makes him groan louder.
Olivine bobs up and down, easily taking Garu's length. He slurps and swallows greedily, like Garu tastes irresistible, and the flexing of his throat around Garu's dick only makes it better. It's obvious Olivine has a lot of experience with this sort of thing, and he's using that knowledge to take Garu apart.
“Hah… nng, feels good,” Garu whimpers.
Olivine doesn't respond in words, but his tongue curls delightfully around the head of Garu's cock. Garu's thighs are shaking.
His eyelids squeeze shut, focusing all attention and sensation on where Olivine’s mouth is working its magic. Heat builds in his cock first, then pools and sloshes in his belly before slowly filtering out to the rest of his body. The only thing keeping him from positively floating away is that tight grip on his hips.
A cool streak slides down his the side of his face, and it takes Garu a moment to realize his eyes are watering from the pleasure.
“I’m not… ooh… If you keep doing that,” Garu rambles breathlessly.
Olivine squeezes his hip teasingly.
“Mm…” Garu hesitates before he can let himself say it. “Mommy…”
Olivine rewards him by bobbing his head deep enough that his nose brushes against Garu’s pubic hair. He makes a wet sort of gulping, swallowing sound on the upstroke that makes Garu’s cock throb.
“Please,” he gasps. He opens his eyes, and though they’re hazy from tears he can see well enough to reach down and slip a hand into Olivine’s short hair. He doesn’t pull or tug, just carefully curls his fingers to ground himself. “Please, Mommy… I’m gonna…!”
Olivine meets his gaze, but Garu would never have expected such a lewd expression from the kindly priest. He looks so overwhelmed by lust and pleasure, as if he's the one about to finish.
Garu squeaks, curling against the mattress in a futile attempt to buck his hips once more, and comes in stuttering spurts. Olivine moans as he drinks it down.
Garu collapses on the sheets, heart battering at his chest as he stares at the ceiling with wide eyes. He can feel his softening cock slip free of Olivine’s mouth as the man sits up. When Garu strains to tilt his head down he sees Olivine kneeling elegantly, his body made up of long curving lines as if carved from marble. His pants are straining.
Garu scrambles to sit up too despite the pounding that begins in his head. “Let me help you!”
Olivine tries for a calm smile, but his need is obvious. “Ah… Alright. Only if you’d really like to, of course.”
Garu crawls closer on his hands and knees before pulling down Olivine’s dark slacks. He’s starstruck by the sight of lacy white lingerie, but he doesn’t want to waste any more of Olivine’s time after he’s done so much for Garu. He shakes himself from his staring and pulls the panties down just enough to free Olivine’s length. It's as pretty as the rest of him.
Olivine cradles his head again as Garu begins to hesitantly stroke. “That’s good. Hah… doing so well for me, baby.”
Garu blushes, avoiding his eyes. “Th-thank you…”
He hears Olivine laugh, just a little.
Garu isn’t sure what Olivine likes yet, but he does his best to please him. He listens for the man’s breathy moans and recreates the motions that brought them about.
“Hm… there,” Olivine murmurs, confirming his last choice. “Yes… ah, good boy.”
He whines in the back of his throat.
Olivine leans down to whisper it right in his sensitive yokai ear: “Good boy…”
Garu squeezes his eyes shut again, ears twitching excitedly.
Olivine's sounds grow louder and more frequent. Garu knows he can be much more vocal than this, of course, but that's usually because he's being fucked. Considering all he's doing is playing with Olivine's cock, Garu is quite pleased with the response he's getting. Soon enough, Olivine comes with a drawn-out moan. His whole body trembles for a few seconds.
He eventually settles with an airy exhale, and rubs contentedly at Garu’s scalp while he comes down from the high.
Garu waits quietly, rubbing his thighs together.
Finally, Olivine says, “That was nice, wasn’t it?”
He nods emphatically.
Olivine chuckles again. “Yes, I can tell you really enjoyed it. I’m glad.”
Garu bites his lip. “Mm… Olivine, um… I really liked being…” He trails off.
“Being praised?” Olivine hums.
“Yeah… and I — I liked being your baby.” His blush is so hot.
Olivine smiles fondly, tucking a dark lock of hair behind one of Garu’s (human) ears. “Well, I liked seeing how excited it made you… to be my baby.”
Garu just stares up at him, unsure how to ask. It’s never this difficult to tell Master what he wants…
Thankfully, it seems Olivine has read his mind. “I’d be open to doing this sort of thing again, if you are.”
“Yes, please,” Garu whispers.
“Wonderful.” Olivine presses a soft kiss to his forehead. “You can come find me whenever you need, then.”
Garu can’t help himself — he leans up and captures Olivine’s lips properly.
He sways unexpectedly when he pulls away.
Olivine guides him to lay back down. “For now though, you should probably rest.”
Garu had nearly forgotten about his fever, though not because he was any colder. “Oh… okay. Thank you, Olivine.” He yawns, shuffling to get comfortable on the bed.
Olivine’s eyes crinkle when he smiles down at Garu. “Sweet dreams, baby.”