i_speak_softly | Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[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.

[Robert smiles weakly, though of course he doesn't make any effort to end the activity, and he sighs softly with the pleasure of it.

Though, masturbation or not, the idea of Don being "out there" is an unpleasant one.]

Mm...

O-Only if you wish to... [Softly:] Th-though we would... h-hardly exhaust all p-potential options in o-one sitting, I would think...

[Turtles may have rather prodigous sexual appetites, but not that prodigous, and Robert's body would be exhausted far before then.]

... ah... I l-love how your hands f-feel...

[He is a very patient Turtle.]

[He was about to move away, but with a comment like that... Well.]

Can I stay over tonight?

[Robert's eyes are full of desire when he looks up at Don. It isn't just sexual desire, though - he wants Don in every way possible. Even just here with him...]

Pl-please do.

... I, I would w-want you to anyway, if... if it was not a problem...

[And he nestles into Don, stroking the turtle's smooth scutes with his small, slender fingers again, as if he's trying to memorize how they feel.]

I have to leave early, though. [No leisurely breakfast this time.]

[His other hand begins wandering over Robert's back, tracing his shoulder blades and ruffling the feathers of his wings. He has a feeling they should both go get cleaned up, but... what's the rush?]

[Robert nods in assent and curls into Don more. With a time limit, he's determined to try to maximize the meaning of their time together somehow.

The stroking of his wings and shoulders causes him to arch against Don's hands, sighing with the gentle sensations of these more-platonic-but-still-loving touches.

He smiles almost sexily up at Don.]

Well, if you intend to stay here o-overnight, then... th-there is ample time to engage in this sort of behaviour... [Okay, so Robert's not the greatest at sounding alluring, but his tone is definitely sensual.

Considering how... well, wet everything is, though, it'd take more than just cleaning it.]

["This sort of behavior" was great, but to Don it isn't the most meaningful part of their relationship. He'd be just as happy to spend the rest of the evening talking.]

[He shakes his head, his hands stopping their slow movements. He's very aware that Robert is still half-erect in his palm, and he wants to be sure to finish this properly.] Can you stop here?

[Whelp, suaveness fail. It's okay though; Robert doesn't mind. After briefly nuzzling against Don, he nods.]

Yes... I apologize if I... s-seem overeager.

I just... [Quietly:] It has been a long time since I felt... d-desired.

It means everything to me...

[He rests himself against Don more platonically for the moment, savouring the closeness of his still-warmed-from-the-bath-and-his-own-heat scales.

... Now that the post-orgasm euphoria has more or less started to wear off, though, he is very aware of the state of the sheets.

... This'll take awhile to clean.]

[Don notices where Robert's gaze is wandering. He slides his hands from Robert's body and gives him a tiny push on the shoulder - not enough to move him, but enough to suggest he should move himself.]

Go clean up. I'll take care of this.

[OCD cleaning finally wins out, and Robert nods shyly.] Ah, thank you...

... Er... I will assist you when I return. Which likely should be soon enough.

[And he goes off to... get back into the same bath he was in before. Though it's a shower this time, and is actually intended to wash himself rather than serve as something sexual.

Still, it underscores how obsessive he is about this sort of thing.

Whenever he returns (~~assuming everybody's okay with the assumption of action since he's not going to be doing much otherwise~~), he'll be damp and partially wrapped in a clean towel, which is white with a faded blue trim. His glasses appear to have been cleaned thoroughly as well, so his eyes are actually properly visible now.]

[No assistance necessary. By the time Robert gets back, Don has washed up in the kitchen sink (so he wouldn't immediately soil the fresh sheets), changed said sheets, wiped up whatever dripped on the carpet, and even laid out Robert's pajamas.]

[He'll then go take his own shower, cleaning up the bathroom as he does so (unless Robert has already done it himself.) He'll be back in a few minutes, warm and damp again with a towel hanging over his shoulder.]

[Did Don graduate from the School of Awesome Partners or is this just part of his ninja training? Anyway, Robert beams at him when he passes by to take his own shower, realizing exactly why the sheets don't look like a hideous mess.

Yes, the bathroom is cleaned, so Don doesn't have to worry about that part. What he will see is Robert in those pyjamas he put out, sitting on the corner of the bed almost primly. Save the sweet smile on his face, it'd almost be his usual professional self.

Almost.]

... Thank you very much, Don. I appreciate the assistance...

Edited 2011-06-06 01:18 (UTC)

[This is part of his having-a-lot-of-brothers training.]

[With the bathroom already clean, it will only take Don his usual three minutes to shower. When he emerges, he sits next to Robert on the bed, near but hopefully not so near that Robert will take it into his head to start round two.]

No problem.

[... There are things they probably should talk about, but he isn't sure where to start.]

[It's okay, Robert doesn't want to do anything but cuddle now that everything is clean, mostly-dry, and comfortable.

And Robert isn't sure where to start either, so save looking kind of shy, he doesn't say anything for a moment.

Then he ventures:]

... Is... is there anything else I can do for you? I mean... in the sense of listening, or helping you... g-gather supplies or something...

... I wish to be constructive somehow.

I'll be constructive tomorrow. [He's silent a moment, then says:] This might be the biggest thing I've ever done on my own.

[Robert seeks out Don's hand and holds it gently in his own.]

...

... It sounds like it will be a... d-difficult endeavour.

T-To put it lightly, of course.

[He doesn't seem to notice, lost in thought as he is.]

I was alone a lot last time.

[And his jaw tightens as he thinks of something else.]

[Robert doesn't know why Don's expression hardened like that, but he's blunt enough to ask.]

... Is... is something bothering you, Don?

Or...?

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