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With all the years they've known each other, Ifa eventually considered himself able to read Ororon's mind like the back of his hand.
However, that didn’t mean Ororon wasn’t able to surprise the vet, coming up almost everyday with a peculiar something that would shake Ifa’s world a bit, be it about vegetables or souls.
What’s more, the young man from the Masters of the Night-Wind could be quite direct and open in expressing his thoughts and feelings (especially when Citlali wasn’t around), not rarely making his bro astonished or flustered in the process; nonetheless, Ifa was happy knowing Ororon felt so at ease and comfortable with him.
That easiness shifted into Ororon’s body language as well, and Ifa discovered that his best friend was very affectionate. They had always been touchy with each other: handshakes, putting one arm on the other’s shoulder and sharing food was the norm for them, but something changed in Ororon's behavior after...well, after the two friends officially became a couple. (Or bro-lovers, as Ororon himself said).
Since then, when the two of them were alone, the dark haired young man showed no hesitation in reclaiming the white haired man's attentions; similarly, Ororon was quite generous in his demonstrations of love, spontaneously hugging or smooching his dude whenever he could, leaving no space between them if there was the chance. Ifa accepted gladly, rapidly growing fond (and greedy) of this side of his beloved.
So, when things went in a certain direction and they came to experience their first night of intimacy together, Ifa wasn't surprised by Ororon's enthusiasm but he was still immensly grateful for the fact the other didn't look nervous or worse, scared. If Ororon felt embarrassed, he didn't show it at all, gladly and quickly getting rid of his own clothes, eager to feel Ifa's warm skin against his.
“C’mon bro, what are you waiting for?”
“Well, I...was looking at you. You're gorgeous, dude”
Ororon grinned, his smile framed by reddened cheeks. “Thanks bro, but you really should take off all of that now”
“Right” Ifa replied, a grin soon falling on his face as well when he felt Ororon's curious and impatient gaze on him while he stripped.
“Dude, what's with those abs? Did you finally attend Coach Iansan's fitness class?” said Ororon, carelessly caressing Ifa's hard stomach.
The vet felt a rush of confidence at that, chuckling lightly.
“Well, duh. I had these from the start, actually. Having to deal with big Saurians everyday has to have some effects on your body, you know! I'm cooler than you thought, am I not, bro?”
“Absolutely dude, you're hecking cool. And handsome”
There went Ifa's newly found smugness. That playful yet sincere praise went straight to his heart, making him blush like a little boy.
“Uuh, t-thanks, bro” Ifa said, suddenly putting extra effort into neatly folding his clothes.
Seeing that Ifa was only in his underwear now, Ororon decided that it was time for him to put things into his own hands, thus aiming for the remaining cloth covering so inopportunely that beautiful dark skin.
“..! W-wait, Ororon..!” Ifa grabbed his wrists, gaining a confused look from the younger man. Ifa smiled gently, but concern could be seen in his soft eyes.
“Are you sure about this? ‘Cause we don’t have to do anything we don’t want to”
He was sincere, even if his emotions were getting hard to keep quiet. Was his heart beating out of his chest? Absolutely. Did he want to kiss Ororon until he couldn’t breathe? Positive. Did he feel like he hadn’t been so aroused in his life? Definitely.
Yet, Ororon being comfortable and happy with him would always be Ifa’s priority.
Ororon listened carefully, looking straight at Ifa. After a few moments, he leaned closer, his fluffy ears lowering a bit.
“I..I’ve been thinking about this since reading a few of Granny’s novels. It seemed meaningful and…important, for the characters’ relationship development, and they were so happy after doing it. I want that for us, too”
Once again, Ororon had left Ifa speechless with his heartfelt honesty. All the vet could do was smile shyly and nod, drawing circles on his lover’s wrists. Then he added, to ease (his own) tension:
“Well, it may be…different from what you read”
“Different…as in, it won’t be meaningful?”
“No, that’s not what I mean- it will definitely be meaningful, just…uh. We may do…things in a different way from the characters of the novels you read. Women and men’s body are different, after all”
“Oooh, that’s what you were talking about. No worries, the characters were both dudes”
“What—“
“Yep! Also, the author described everything in great detail: preparations, after care, what goes where, how to reach orgas—
“ALRIGHT, alright..! I get it!” Ifa groaned, embarrassed.
“So I’m more than prepared for today! No need to worry, bro”
Ifa was more than worried. Not only was he nervous about their first time, now he had to compete with whatever absurd and absolutely not plausible sex stuff Ororon might have read. He sighed, sounding incredibly tired.
“So…you’re 100% certain?” Ifa asked, serious.
“100%” Ororon replied, confident.
“Alright…” Ifa whispered, slowly leaning in to finally kiss his man.
“Can I touch your dick, now?”
The blunt question made the vet stop just a few millimeters before their lips could touch. Ifa blinked slowly, silently mourning the loss of the romantic moment.
“…Can I have a kiss before, at least?”
“’Kay” Ororon smiled, shortening the distance.
The contact made Ifa sigh again, happily this time, and lose himself in the sensation.
Ororon quickly forgot about what else was on the plate as well, savoring the kiss. His arms naturally wrapped around Ifa’s torso, finally feeling that long awaited warmth. It was even better than he had imagined. Or read.
Ifa slowly relaxed, and he held his bro’s chewy cheeks while deepening the kiss. He was sure he wasn’t going to get much done tonight; he had waited too long for this, and now that they were finally there, it threatened Ifa of being too overwhelming for him.
The intense make out session stopped only when Ororon really needed air. Ifa, slightly dazed, looked entranced by his swollen lips.
“Bro, get on top of me…” Ororon whispered, lightly panting but always smiling.
That sounded like a great idea to Ifa. He could only obey.
Ororon’s smile grew wider when Ifa carefully moved him beneath, his head and ears sinking in the pillow. Then, when he felt the other’s weight on him, skin against skin, he became radiant.
He wrapped his arms and legs around the tanned man, clinging to him for dear life, as if trying to absorb him.
“Ifa…” he whispered, while slightly moving his body against Ifa’s. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he just had the urge to feel his boyfriend (boyfriend!) everywhere.
Archeons, I’m definitely not gonna survive this echoed in Ifa’s mind, the vet suddenly too aware of the fact that his beloved was completely bare while showering him with affection. A particularly nice brushing made him groan.
“Ngh, ‘Roro…” Ifa murmured hoarsely, the sound new and so, so pleasant to Ororon’s sensitive ears.
The younger man felt warm hands tentatively caressing and exploring him, so he let some space be within Ifa and himself, but only the bare minimum that was required for the action.
Soft kisses on his pale neck followed, and Ororon mentally labelled them as very very nice. Then again, everything had felt very very nice until that point. Why was the hero scared of sex? Was he, Ororon, different from him? Or was it because Ifa was different from the ML of that story?
Ororon’s train of thoughts stopped when Ifa, sensing that his (bro) lover was drifting to some far away place, gently called him back.
“Ororon? What’s wrong?”
“Oh— yeah, sorry bro, nothing’s wrong. Just thinking that I’m really liking this”
“Hmm, is that so?” Ifa said, relieved, while his hand boldly yet gently enveloped Ororon’s length.
“…Oh. Oh.”
Ifa sneered, Ororon’s expression was too adorable. He was the one leaving Ororon speechless this time!
Ororon’s breathing quickly became slightly irregular, his hair disheveled. This sensation too, was new to him, but he welcomed it with his usual curiosity.
“Oh, seems like you’re the one touching my dick, huh?”
Ifa, ever so patient, ignored the sneaky remark, focusing on pleasuring his adorably sly partner by moving his hand a bit faster.
“Do you like it?”
“Y-yeah, feels great, actually. Although…”
“…Although?”
“If you could do that thing on my neck, too…T-the thing from before..?” This time Ororon did show some embarrassment, asking directly for something he liked. Ifa found it endearing.
“Of course” Ifa resumed the soft kisses while his moving hand was slowly getting more and more covered in warm fluids.
“..Ah…” Ororon gasped softly, and he found it impossible not to squirm. He looked like he was getting quite affected by the situation, and that made Ifa lose his cool some more.
“B-bro- Ifa-I think…I’m close- ah..!”
“Go on” Ifa panted, still kissing Ororon’s neck, wishing nothing for his beloved but to unravel in his hands.
“B-but shouldn’t- ah…wait- for late-r- “
Ifa chuckled breathless. “It’s ok, I’ll make you come later, too. Be a good boy now and enjoy it, hm?”
That was very effective, as just a few seconds later, a delighted cry came from Ororon, a rush of pure pleasure ran through his body, exploding in a thousand stars he could swear he was seeing surrounding his brain.
He closed his eyes in bliss for a moment, letting himself enjoy it like Ifa suggested him to.
Ifa trembled. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I almost came, this is insane! Ifa screamed inside, while his hand automatically slowed down until he stopped completely, prolonging Ororon’s orgasm for as much as possible without making him oversensitive.
Ororon opened his eyes, now glossy, and looked gleefully at where Ifa’s hand still was, then looked at the vet, a bit dazed.
“Bro, that- thanks, that was awesome…”
“Hmm” was all Ifa could reply, as if even speaking was too much at the moment. He picked a few tissues from the near counter, cleaning roughly his hand and gently Ororon’s thighs. When he was done, his partner’s hands were already on his waist.
“It’s my turn now, right?” Ororon asked, determination evident in his beautiful heterochromatic eyes.
Ifa sighed again. He was so weak against Ororon’s ways. He felt his stomach twist for what he was about to say, fearing it would ruin the mood.
“No dude, that will be for another time. Can’t have you touching me right now”
Ororon froze. Ifa mentally slapped himself, before quickly holding his partner in a hug. That would help the worried young man to calm down, and also make it easier for him to explain, hopefully.
“I meant…I’d rather you not touch me right now, because I won’t last. I want to be able to go all the way with you”
“…”
“…if you still want to, that is”
“…Can I look at you?”
Ifa strengthened his hold. “No way, dude. I look totally not cool, right now” He felt his ears burning.
“C’mon”
“Nope”
“…Ifa.”
“…”
Reluctantly, the older man slowly loosened his embrace.
“Ifa...”
Ugh. He was about to be scolded like a little child, wasn't he? Ifa raised his head a bit scared, but once again, he was met with the most dazzling smile. His eyes widened slightly, his heart threatened to stop by how tenderly Ororon was looking at him; he leaned in, ready to welcome his beloved’s next words right into his heart.
“Do you want to put it in that badly?” Ororon was clearly suppressing a laugh.
Ifa’s heart stopped indeed. “…Bro. Promise me on the Pyro Archeon herself that you’ll stop reading your granny’s novels”