i_speak_softly | Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[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.]

[His hand slides down Robert's side, tracing the curve of his narrow waist and hip.]

Only to do for you what you just did for me.

[He nudges the glasses to Robert's hand, imagining that his partner might be more comfortable with the next part if he can see what's happening.]

Where can I start?

[For some reason, Robert was not expecting Don to want to do this, so he blushes at both the words and the purposeful slide of Don's hand down his body.

Being able to replace his glasses is a bit of a confidence booster, though, so he smiles shyly as he looks down at Don.]

W-Well, I... I-I'm already... q-quite aroused, so th-there... s-shouldn't be any i-issue with... e-erection... [He's so overly clinical even now, though he's blushing a little still.]

The, er, g-glans is generally a... g-good place to start, at... a-any rate...

[So saying, Robert shivers and nudges his erection into Don again; depending on how familiar Don is with human phalluses, he might be able to tell that Robert isn't circumcised, though his foreskin is currently retracted to expose said sensitive glans, currently a deep rosy colour (to match Robert's flushed skin elsewhere) from arousal.]

[Robert, you are so much better at "blunt and specific" than your partner is.]

[Don shifts to face Robert more comfortably, then takes Robert's penis in his hands, sliding his palms up the length and running his fingers over the tip before returning to explore the glans more fully. From here, he'll use Robert's reactions to guide his movements.]

[Robert gasps slightly as Don takes his sensitive penis in his hands, trembling a little at the touch of smooth pebbly skin on a region of his body that hasn't been touched by anybody other than himself in years.

That glans exploration elicits soft moans from Robert, who can't help but stroke reflexively at Don's shoulders and arms, panting with lust and trying not to thrust against his hands too vigorously.]

A-Ahh, Don... P-please, m-more... [Mumbled almost anxiously:] I-I'm qu-quite... s-sensitive there...

[Don repeats the same motions, but with a somewhat higher degree of pressure. Not too much, though - Robert's smaller size and thinner skin make Don think that rough handling would tend to be more painful than pleasurable for him.]

Like this?

[Intensifying the pressure like that just makes Robert want to melt into Don's arms - as it is, though, he almost mewls with the sensation and clings to Don a little, panting. He's actually incapable of saying anything for a moment due to how hard he's breathing, though he does nod.

After a moment, he breathes:]

Y-you're amazing...

Oh g-gods...

[Don might not exactly be the most educated at the art of pleasuring humans, but the fact it's somebody who loves him, and the fact he's so achingly aroused to begin with, are making this incredibly pleasurable for Robert.

He can already feel the pressure mounting inside himself, and that just drives him to rock hungrily against Don's hands.]

[Rarely does being a fast learner lead so directly to such positive outcomes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Don is grateful for the intellectual gifts that first drew Robert to him, and that are now helping him to give so much back to his partner. The rest of him, though, is occupied with bringing Robert to completion, rewarding every thrust with some new tickle or squeeze or caress.]

[Is it working?]

[It is, and extremely effectively at that. The intense sensations produced by Don's willing, loving hands eventually push Robert to his peak, and with a soft cry of pleasure and need - one that is probably surprisingly sexy from Robert, all things considered - the little human arches against his partner's frame and orgasms hard against his palm, his own warm semen pooling in Don's hand.

Trembling with exertion, residual shyness and the satisfaction of release, Robert mumbles breathlessly into Don's plastron, occasionally pressing his lips to him with exquisite tenderness.]

... W-Wonderful...

... D-Don, I... I-I love you so much...

[Don moves one hand to Robert's shivering back, to steady him as he recovers. The other hand stays where it is, partly so as not to abandon Robert as his erection softens, partly to avoid spilling the fluid in his palm. His beak comes down to rest in Robert's hair.]

I'm so glad I met you...

S-So am I... [Gods, Robert doesn't know how much more he can possibly love this person holding him. It feels like the physical, mental, and emotional act of trying to love him any more is fundamentally impossible.

He presses himself to Don like Don is a lifeline of some sort and just breathes gently against him.]

Y-You... Y-You are... e-everything I always wanted.

[Don resumes slowly stroking Robert's penis, since - well, since it's still there. It hasn't been removed from his reach either by reflexive retraction or by Robert's own movements, and this would seem to offer some interesting possibilities.]

You're everything I thought I'd never have.

[He's still sensitive, and being stroked is keeping him half-erect, as well as encouraging soft little noises of pleasure in the bargain.

The words are sobering... they make Robert almost sad for a moment, until he realizes that - at least right now - he can give Don something lasting, something important. And that makes him happy in some ways.

Still... being touched like this is distracting, and Robert wonders if it means something...]

M-mmh... [Faintly:] D-Did, did you... w-want more...?

B-Because I... I-I would not mind... [He shivers with the slow stimulation.]

We should stop... [And yet he doesn't. An almost-mischievous smile steals across his face.] That way I'll have something to look forward to while I'm out there.

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