A/N: It's the first smut fic in my life, so spare me, I'm ashamed anyway. Reader's discretion is advised. I'm not sure I'll write the second part. And it's not like real penguins do it because firstly, the team barely knows how to behave like real penguins and secondly, I don't like it how rl penguins do it.
Compliment
Kowalski made a quiet noise. It was something between a snarl and a moan. A snarl because he hated that trademark smirk on Skipper's beak. That sly expression as if he knew something Kowalski didn't. A moan because the commanding officer's flippers were moving on Kowalski's hips. Steadily. Up and down. First ruffling his feathers then smoothing them down again. The two penguins were like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying their time together.
"You're heavy." Skipper remarked, breaking the silence of the lab but not stopping the affectionate gesture.
"Don't be rude." The taller penguin shifted in the other's lap to find a different position and to seem lighter. The movement caused their intimate parts to get in contact and Kowalski could feel Skipper's personal area throbbing. Then it was clear that the leader had mentioned Kowalski's weight to set this up. "You could just tell me…" His tone gave away hints of disappointment but still the avian placed his flippers around Skipper's neck for support, indicating that he was game.
"What? It's a fact." Playing innocent, the flat-headed penguin slid his flippers down to the other's rump. Kowalski's body responded to every touch with a shiver of excitement, while Skipper continued: "But you're a sweet burden."
"That's still not a compliment." The scientist took a quick look at his workbench since Skipper was leaning more and more against it, to make sure there was no device that would hurt him in any way. The last thing he needed was a hammer or an invention hitting his lover's head. Let's not recall the previous accidents they had gone through. After all the lab hadn't been constructed to serve as a place to do such things.
Not happy that his second-in-command stopped paying attention to him, the penguin leader squeezed the other's booty which brought the expected result – Kowalski's eyes were back on him. "I didn't know you came here for compliments, soldier."
As a response, the tall penguin started to wiggle in Skipper's lap, causing their intimate parts to rub against each other. He tried to keep an indifferent face but failed miserably, blushing under his feathers. The smart comeback he was about to say turned into a prolonged 'Ah!'. So much for being witty during intercourse. The only consolation for him happened to be the fact that he heard Skipper cursing under his breath.
Since Skipper started to impose a rhythm, slightly lifting Kowalski up and letting him smoothly fall back, continuing the rubbing, the two could catch their breath. It was too late for the comeback and the analyst didn't have anything to say. In other cases partners would make sure the other was fine but Kowalski already knew it. Skipper was giving that 'vibration of enjoyment' and 'aura of pleasure', the penguin knew too well.
Leaning forward, Kowalski was hugging his lover's neck tightly and that left Skipper close to the tall guy's chest. He could hear his racing heart and short gasps. But to be honest, he wasn't in a better state as he speeded up the rhythm. The tension between the two penguins reached over the edge and soon the sensual enjoyment ended with the duo's climax. Kowalski gave a muffled cry, burying his beak into Skipper's feathers, noticing the leader's pleased grunt.
"Was this good enough for a compliment to you?" With a harsh but satisfied voice, Skipper asked his lover, bringing his flippers back up to Kowalski's hips.