i_speak_softly | Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[Don doesn't have to worry - Robert is actually not perturbed (at least, not much) by the slickness, judging by how quick he is to bring his hands to the slippery skin to stroke it slowly.

He definitely looks... well, awed is probably the word, though mildly intimidated could work as well... at the sheer size of it, though. It definitely dwarfs his own penis, not that that bothers him any (he would've been far more bothered by the alternative). This doesn't stop him from lovingly bowing his head low to the glistening skin, giving Don a downright smouldering look as he does.]

... Sh-shall I...?

[He may look a little hesitant from the combination of not being entirely certain if he should have these foreign fluids in his mouth, and not being sure if he can even fit any of Don. His jaw isn't very wide...]

[That look. Don hadn't known Robert could achieve that intensity of expression.]

Just - just a little.

[With his fingers, he indicates "an inch or two".]

[The little scientist nods gently and then lets the spade-shaped tip of his partner's penis trace his lips and cheek slowly, gauging its size and the sponginess of it (it's definitely more yielding than his own) before cautiously trailing his tongue over the crown.

He whimpers faintly - far, far too long since he's done this, is he going to fail miserably at it? He hopes not - and widens his mouth to carefully take the slick phallus' tip in his mouth, nuzzling and stroking the remainder with his shaky fingers.]

M-mmm...

[This is completely different from anything Don has felt before. Coherent thought fizzles out for a moment. When it comes back, he leans forward, as best he can with the awkward strain a full erection places on his abdominal muscles.]

Be careful... for yourself...

[It does occur to Robert, vaguely, that at some point - assuming Don's anatomy is indeed like most turtles' - the already-girthy shaft in his mouth is going to get a lot wider very quickly, and he doesn't think he has the skill to handle that without choking.

Still, it seems alright for the moment, so he dares to take Don a bit deeper, flushing with the effort and the wantonness of the actions (it's a bit late to think unprofessional but the word creeps unbidden into his consciousness). He's been fantasizing about this for far too long to feel too ashamed about it, though, so he just concentrates on keeping his jaw slack enough to allow for any thrust-like motions, and sucks him carefully, letting his wet palms stray all over Don's tail and phallus.

He mumbles something that might be muted assent around the organ in his lips.]

[No. Too far. Too dangerous. Don pulls backwards, as carefully as possible, even as he tries to mentally forbid the building pulse of blood from speeding southwards to swell his glans.]

Stop - Robert --

[Yeah, bad idea. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for Robert to figure out that he's misjudged the time it would have taken, and he carefully pulls his mouth off of Don - but not away. Instead, he angles his head so the glans rest against his cheek and mouths carefully at it, licking at the skin with the utmost gentleness.

As he does so, he murmurs muffledly:]

I-I'll... h-have to... g-get used to th-that time frame, I s-suppose...

[... Though, he can see this definitely having some interesting possible applications at some point. For now, though, he just wants to lick Don as much as the limitations of their respective anatomies will allow.]

[The blood, ignoring its owner's will, goes to its destination, and Don's glans unfolds rapidly in all directions. As it does so, Don slumps, collapsing backwards onto his shell. This may cause his tail or penis to brush across some part of Robert's face. If Robert follows it, Don will stop him.]

Wait - don't -

[The rapidity was a little unexpected, to be certain, and Robert does indeed get several inches of slick turtle phallus dragged wetly against his cheek, lips and chin.

He does pause at Don's entreating, though, looking up at him with a chastised expression.]

D-Did, did I d-do something... s-something wrong...?

I, I d-don't wish to... t-to hurt you or c-cause discomfort... [Said while looking longingly up at Don.

He is utterly dishevelled now, by the way. His glasses have flecks of various fluids on the lenses, his cheek has a silvery stripe running the entirety of the lower half of his head, and his soft lips are wetter than usual... perhaps he almost looks cute like this.]

I-I apologize if, if I have...

[One hand presses over his eyes, while the other fumbles blindly for Robert.]

Not you. That - that's never happened to me before.

[A wave of tension passes through his whole body.]

Ow...

[Murmuringly:] It h-hasn't...? But, th-that's... bodily reflex, is it not? A m-mating plug of sorts...

[The pain makes Robert genuinely apologetic, though.]

...

I-I never meant to... hurt you.

I'm s-sorry...

I - told you - it was my first time.

[He cracks one eye open and smiles.]

Don't apologize.

[Robert touches Don more-platonically, stroking part of his plastron with one slippery hand.]

It... s-seems a rather l-large disappointment when o-one experiences pain...

... Bah. I'm so terrible at this...

[Robert hangs his head a little bit.]

[It's just pain. It's not always a bad thing.]

[He moves his hand from his face, feeling down his body to explore his own swollen glans.]

[Oh.]

Robert, here...

[Where did your hand go? Don has another place in mind for it.]

[Hand gingerly replaced - or rather, both of them. Robert cradles the now-much-wider glans in his hands delicately, like he expects it to shatter between his fingers.

It's enormous, to Robert's perspective.]

A-Are you... p-particularly s-sensitive here, now...? [Robert's voice is low, thick and full of... well, lust. Even if he's self-reproachful, he still aches with desire... he's good at ignoring himself though ~~which isn't very nice to himself, all things considered~~.] I... I-I want to pleasure y-you...

Shell, Robert, it's - [He may or may not be aware that the next string of sounds is even more unintelligible than what came before.] Yes.

[Unintelligible or not, those pleasure noises are sexy and Robert wants to hear more of them. If Don doesn't object, he traces his tongue over that wide flare, licking with slow gentleness and cupping the rest in his palms, massaging the spongy phallus with a deep, almost consuming desire.

His voice is very muffled by his active ministrations, but he speaks nonetheless.]

I... l-love you...

... Mmm...

[Don is beyond objecting. For his trouble, Robert will get a series of grunts, gasps, and small screams. There will also be beating of fists against mattress, but hopefully not any spasmodic kicking. All in all, the display bears little resemblance to the restrained, articulate turtle Robert fell in love with, and he may or may not find it in any way attractive.]

[The logical, detached part of Robert's mind, which even in this situation is quietly analyzing, taking in data - always thinking - notes this state of affairs. Now, they're definitely on the "...huh" side of exuberant for Robert, but as long as those fists aren't hitting him he has little objection. Still, he's surprised at how violently Don's body reacts to something relatively simple and gentle...

Curiously, Robert involves his lips more directly, tilting the shaft so he can take parts of the tip into his mouth and suck on them, essentially tracing the circumference of it with his lips and tongue.

The amount of semen coating his face and hands, at this point, is probably almost obscene, but save a nagging voice in the far reaches of his mind whining about how he'll have to clean all this later, he really doesn't care.

Oh, and his own erection is practically dripping pre-ejaculate with excitement; he may or may not be subtly rubbing it against Don if they're close enough or the position of all this allows it.]

[Sorry, Robert - about three-quarters of the way through your circumnavigation, Don reaches his climax. The timing probably offends your sense of symmetry and the event itself will surely increase the amount of ejaculate you're covered with. The little whimper of pleasure, and the cessation of thrashing, may help to make up for these things.]

[It is a bit jarring that Robert didn't make it all the way around the roughly-circular glans' perimeter, but the copious ejaculation proves enough of a distraction. Robert closes his eyes (even though his glasses are in the way and thus nothing is actually going to hit his eyes) and strokes Don slowly as he rides out his orgasm, covering the shaft with little wet kisses as he does.

Eventually he pulls away a little, hands and face silvery with liquid, and blinks shyly up at his lover.]

...

W-Well... th-that was c-certainly... i-intense...

[He does not look at all opposed to repeating it, though his own body is, of course, hungry for attention as well.]

S-sorry... [He lies there, panting, as his glans fairly rapidly folds back up, allowing the entire shaft to retract into his tail. As soon as Don is able to sit up, he does so, leaning forward to remove Robert's glasses, wipe the worst of the mess from his face, and set to work covering him in kisses.]

You - are - amazing.

No apologies... I like this...

[Robert watches the retraction with fascination, as much as he watched the eversion of it with. He slowly strokes Don's thigh until he sits up...

... Whereupon Don removes his glasses.

Robert actually kind of startles a bit at this - this is probably the first time his glasses have come off in the entire time he was at Luceti, and even if it isn't, it's the first time anybody but himself has taken them off. The familiar urge to panic, for a moment, almost grabs him - and then Don starts kissing him.

Still a little hazy from arousal, and trusting Don enough that he's able to quash any remaining objections to having his most obsessive comfort object removed from his person, he simply whimpers and returns the kisses.]

Th-thank you...

[Don pulls back a little, gesturing for Robert to come up on the bed. Naturally, he makes sure the glasses are somewhere safely out of the way.]

[Robert passes a longing glance over to where they are, but turns to scoot up to Don a moment later, his body lightly quivering a bit.

He trusts Don so much to let him see him like this - dishevelled, naked, aching with arousal and in general completely unlike his usual professional, cold exterior.]

W-Would... would you w-want something e-else...?

[He's still ignoring himself, of course. Perhaps this should change.]

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