Back to love things for this chapter~ XD
The Brain made his way up the bed to join his husband, rolling his eyes when he saw what had been ordered. Of course. But at least Pinky wasn't playing in the bowl and Brain was hungry enough that it was acceptable. Though with Pinky still wearing the ugly shirt, it was rather difficult to focus on the platter when he'd so much rather remove the thing from his lover's body. But that could come after the meal. He had a plan and, more importantly, already had everything setup for the plan. He wasn't going to allow his own rampant hormones to disrupt them.
Pinky smiled and offered him a fork, his mouth already rimmed with orange as a testament to his patience. "It's really good, Brain! Not stringy at all!"
"When there's competency in the kitchen, macaroni and cheese is difficult to get wrong." Brain forked up a little bit and sampled, nodding to himself. This hotel certainly had a competent kitchen.
Diving back into his meal, though not literally, Pinky was quite lucky this had actually been on the menu. There weren't any pictures for most of the food, only about two or three in each section, but every reputable place needed to have mac n' cheese, so he just ordered that. The cheesecake had it's own picture which drew him to it. He ate until he was almost all the way full, sighing happily and wiping his mouth off. "Mmm. Yummy!"
Brain set his fork down almost immediately, body thrumming with an anticipation that had just been building. "Finished, Pinky?"
"Mmhmm! Oh, but I got us dessert too!" Pinky pointed proudly. "We can have it later though, I have to watch my figure, after all." He patted his tummy, sincerely believing that not eating all at once helped with that.
Brain didn't bother correcting him, not wanting to waste time. Instead, he got to his feet and touched their noses together. "You have a lovely figure," he purred, running his fingers down Pinky's sides in a predatory motion. A flicker in his eye the only warning, Brain crushed their lips together and attacked the buttons of the ludicrous shirt.
Pinky squeaked, blue eyes widening for a moment. His body reacted quickly though. His lids fluttered shut and he made to wrap his arms around Brain as he kissed back hungrily. Of course, it didn't occur to him that holding onto Brain would make it difficult to get the shirt off. Kissing was more important than sense.
"Pinky," he whined, voiced muffled. His hands were trapped between them, curled into the shirt he so badly wanted gone. But rather than move back, he pressed closer, focusing on the kiss, on Pinky's taste.
Oh, he hadn't realized how much he missed kissing like this! Even if it had only been a couple hours... that wasn't the point. Pinky broke away reluctantly, chest heaving since he hadn't been quite prepared for it. He licked his lips and giggled breathlessly, "What was that for, Brain?"
"What do you think it was for, Pinky?" With an eye roll, Brain ducked his head and licked what had already been exposed of his chest while his fingers busied themselves with undoing the remaining buttons.
"Umm..." He squirmed out of the shirt, half-laughing and half-biting his lip to keep from whimpering as he longed to push his chest out to feel more of that warm, tickly tongue. "Is this one of those questions I'm not really supposed to answer?" he managed to ask.
"Yes, it is." Brain leaned back, freely running his fingers through his husband's fur. "Pinky, do me a small favor." He traced a finger along the curve of his ear. "Go put on that bikini of yours and meet me in the bathroom."
His ear twitched as he smiled brightly. "'Kay!" Would they be playing a game? Oh, he loved games! Pinky leaned in and kissed Brain quickly before hopping to his feet. He'd been hoping for a chance to wear his lovely bikini!
Rubbing his hands together, Brain watched him go before striding into the bathroom. He tugged on the trunks he'd already grabbed and climbed up the side to begin lighting the candles he'd set up along the edge. He went to the tap to finish filling it up with warm water, surveying his handiwork with a small smile. He'd never actively attempted to seduce Pinky, but decided that this would be satisfactory. He'd even fashioned a small boat out of a soap dish and a few other odds and ends that he'd been able to find. It was sturdy enough to make love in; he'd thrown himself about in it enough to make sure.
Brain turned off the tap and scrambled to turn off the light before Pinky could come in, the candlelight providing more than enough of a glow to see by. He considered removing a few, but decided against it. He liked Pinky in candlelight. So what if he'd gone a little overboard with them?
With one last adjustment of his pink bikini top, Pinky wandered into the bathroom. He stopped as he looked around in surprise. All the little candles were so pretty and romantic. "Narf." He fiddled with his top a little more, then clasped his hands together. "Oh, Brain, this is lovely! But why are we in our swimsuits if we're just going to take a bath?" He glanced up towards the sink, never having even thought of using the actual bathtub before.
"We're not taking a bath exactly, Pinky." He'd made the water too deep for that. Brain leapt down from the counter, pausing when he actually took in the sight of his husband in the bikini. Oh. The eyes that had gone wide in surprise closed partway, a slow smile curving his lips. "Sometimes, my dear, you're better than imagined. Now come and I'll show you."
Pinky folded his arms behind his back and rocked on his heels, his smile shy as he crossed his legs. Brain's looks always made him feel silly inside. "Right, Brain." He followed him up the side of the bathtub, and couldn't believe the sight. "It's so pretty, Brain!" His eyes were drawn to the way the reflection of the candlelight rippled in the water.
"Yes, it does have a certain aesthetic quality." Enjoying Pinky's compliments, Brain turned to him and tugged him down, resting his hands over his husband's cheeks just to watch the candlelight play in his eyes. "As do you," he murmured and rubbed their noses together.
His cheeks warmed as he stared right back into Brain's beautiful pink eyes. They were like a sunset in this lighting. With his tummy doing flip flops, Pinky felt a rush of tingly feelings go straight to his head. "Oh, Brain... you're making me feel all guuuushy."
"I was hoping to." Brain wrapped his arms around Pinky's neck and pressed their lips together.
Pinky kissed back, hands going to Brain's waist, resting right where the swimtrunks met fur. The warmth was spreading all over and he loved it, wanted to make sure Brain felt it too as he deepened the kiss.
Brain sighed into the kiss, parting his lips to allow Pinky's tongue access, and ran his hands down his lover's back. Seduction certainly had its merits and was, he discovered, effective on them both.
Moaning softly, Pinky tasted all over Brain's mouth and let their tongues meet. Tongues were such strange things, he realized, but didn't very much care to ponder about that when it felt so nice. He moved his hips from side to side as Brain's hands traveled towards them. His own hands went up to toy with the fur of his husband's chest.
Brain answered the sound with one of his own, pressing into the hands while one of his own stroked up Pinky's tail. His other hand pressed against the small of his husband's back, wanting to get him closer, but it was difficult with the height difference. He broke the kiss reluctantly, nuzzling his neck.
He tilted his head and nipped his ear before pressing his lips softly to the same place. His tail twitched and arched into Brain's hand. "Are we gonna go swimming, Brain?"
"Mmhm." Brain's ear twitched at the attention, but he made no motion to go anywhere. "That was the idea, yes. Our own private pool to do whatever we like."
"Fun-fun silly-willy," he whispered, then couldn't contain himself and giggled, burying his face in Brain's shoulder. "Whatever we like?" Just for clarification's sake. Because the butterflies and tinglies really wanted love things to happen too.
Peppering the curve of Pinky's ear with small kisses, Brain cupped his hips and caressed. "Whatever we like," he confirmed.
"Mmm," Pinky hummed, pressing his lips firmly against his husband's neck before pulling away to lead them to the edge. "Let's go then, Brain!" He wrapped his arms around him, then jumped in, not letting go until they popped up on the surface. The water was so warm, it was just like a bath only big.
Brain didn't bother wasting energy treading water, letting his head do the floating for him. He reached out with his legs, winding them around Pinky's waist to keep him close. "It's difficult to resist touching you," he admitted.
"I know," Pinky laughed, batting his lashes and placing his arms around Brain's shoulders. "It's why you bop and yank me so much." He kissed the tip of his nose. "Zort. I like touching you too."
He disliked being seen through so easily, but let it go since Pinky was now in nuzzling distance. "Yes, I'm aware." He made it obvious in an entirely different way, and Brain would've felt guilty for being so violent in his usual attempts to touch had Pinky not enjoyed it so much. He wondered if he could use "fun" in his seduction; he'd been finding it gratifying, turning Pinky's giggles into moans. So Brain unwound his legs with a small smirk and gave Pinky a playful lick between his eyes before swimming a ways away.
Pinky laughed, scrunching his eyes shut. When he felt Brain move away though, he blinked them back open and looked at him curiously. Was he...? No, it couldn't be... but that smirk didn't lie... Was Brain playing with him? A bright smile lit up his face, quickly being replaced with playful determination. "Where're you going, Brain?" he called out, swimming after him.
"I imagine not very far," he replied, considering the differences in speeds. So he kicked, effectively splashing Pinky to give himself a minor advantage and turned onto his stomach to swim a little faster.
Gasping as he got a face full of water probably wasn't the best idea since he ended up swallowing a lot of it. Not that it tasted bad, it just slowed him down even more. But it was terribly amusing. "Oh, I'm gonna get you for that, Brain!" Pinky couldn't quite sound stern, especially being in such a good mood and giggling at this fun-fun silly-willy game. He ducked under water to swim down and beneath Brain, splashing up in front of him. "Rawr! Narf!"
Brain gave him a bland look, splashed him again, and paddled around him, flicking him with his tail as he went.
Pinky splashed back, even if it just hit the back of Brain's chubby round chubby head. He swam after him again, grabbing onto his waist and spinning him around. "I caught you!" he sang, giving his sides a quick tickle.
Squirming a little at the tickling, Brain bit back the laugh. "Fine, fine, you win." Anticipating the next question, he reached up to cup Pinky's cheeks and pull him down. He nipped at his bottom lip. "What do you want your reward to be?"
Laughing, he nipped right back before considering what he wanted. He'd gotten a kiss earlier, as well as a hug. His stomach warmed with the thought of what came next. Rubbing their noses together, Pinky smiled shyly. "You. And our love things." But he'd probably want something more specific, because they already had so many different way of doing them. He thought back to their breakfast and it sent a delicious shudder through him. "I want you to do whatever you want to me. Poit. Like a surprise."
A surprise. Brain nodded, stroking his cheeks. He could manage that. "I fashioned a boat for us, Pinky. It's sturdy enough to hold us." He gave Pinky a small kiss. "And neither of us will have to go very far to clean up after."
"'Kay." Pinky nodded, his heart beating faster in his chest. He nuzzled the hands against his cheeks, oh he loved this touch. It made him feel very special, and loved. The little soap dish boat floated along not too far from them, so he swam them over to it.
He lifted Brain up onto it, kissed his ankle before pulling himself up onto the boat as well. Oh, it was such a cute little boat! He loved it! Pinky stood up carefully to test it and look around, his swimsuit clinging to him along with his drenched fur.
Brain felt his chest tighten, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of love. He was, to borrow Pinky's word yet again, glorious. He pressed a hand over his heart, rubbing absently, and the tightness began to work its way down as he continued to study his lover. Candlelight reflected off the droplets of water that clung to his fur, glowing in his eyes to make the sparkling blue shimmer that much more. And he was beautiful, all soft slim lines and his own unique sense of grace.
Love and lust intertwined, cementing and lodging deep within him. He gave a small roll of his hips, trying and failing to relieve some of the pressure. If anything, it just made him crave contact more. His legs spread invitingly. "Pinky, come here so I can make sure that you're real and not just some delightfully elaborate fantasy."
Pinky turned and looked over at him, shivering at the intensity of his gaze. Intense, that's what his husband was, intense and so very, very beautiful and handsome and everything. He got down on his knees and crawled over to him, kissing his moist lips to prove he was real. "I'm here, Brain."
A small, teasing smile tugged at his lips, his hands traveling down Pinky's back to cup the bikini-clad bottom. "I'm still not quite convinced," he murmured and licked his way between Pinky's lips. He took his time with it, languidly lapping at his tongue, hands kneading his posterior. His body craved more contact, but he ignored it for the moment.
His lips parted easily, his tongue attempting to quicken the strokes as he moaned quietly. He spread his legs slightly and lifted his tail, rocking back into Brain's hands. Pinky's own rubbed up and down his chest, dipping down to play with the waistband of the swim trunks. It was so strange how clothes made them being naked all the more sensual, despite it being their natural state.
Brain unknowingly echoed the thought, running a finger along the rim of Pinky's tail, dipping it beneath the suit. He had some reservations about letting Pinky taking him when he was dressed like this, but it also rather difficult to ignore the part of him that really wanted to feel it again. So he supposed they would just have to go as the mood took them and brought a hand around to cup and caress his groin. He broke the kiss for air, nibbling up to Pinky's ear. "Beautiful," he murmured.
Whimpering, Pinky glanced down to watch Brain's hand. He wasn't used to wearing pants even when he chose to dress as a male, so having something for his erection to strain against, especially as tight-fitting as bikini bottoms, was a frustratingly wonderful feeling. "Brain, Brain, that's-" He rocked back and forth, not sure where he wanted to feel more as he wiggled his rear in the air. One of his hands slipped into Brain's trunks, seeking out the pouch hidden beneath them and started rubbing.
Brain's hands both squeezed on a gasp, and he nipped at Pinky's ear with an eager sound. Perfectly content to stay beneath him, surrounded by his warmth, Brain only rocked into his hand and murmured into his ear encouragingly. The hand at his groin began to massage in earnest, guiding Pinky's erection until the head poked out of the waistband. "Yes," he breathed, rubbing his thumb over the slit.
"Oh," he panted, dropping his head to rest against Brain's collarbone as heat and desire coursed through him. His hips rolled, arousal throbbing. Tugging down the swimsuit just enough to allow Brain's length freedom too, he reached past the pouch and pumped it into fullness.
Moaning into Pinky's ear, Brain lifted his hips. His hands slid up Pinky's back, working to remove the top so their chests could press freely together, and his head ducked, his mind changing abruptly. "Roll over, Pinky. Get on your back."
"Right, Brain." He pulled back just enough to tug his top the rest of the way off, only clad in the tight, clingy bottoms as he settled onto his back, legs automatically spreading. His blue eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed bright red, anticipation gripping his heart. His wrists crossed above his head as he arched off the soap dish, the slippery-smooth surface brought him back down flat. "Are you convinced yet, Brain? That I'm real?" he breathed, licking his lips and rolling his hips up again.
Brain couldn't breathe for a moment, just watching him. "I thought I was," he murmured and wriggled out of his trunks completely, "but now I'm not so sure, Pinky." He ran his hands down Pinky's sides, gripping his hips to help keep them elevated. "No one should be as perfectly constructed as you are. Keep your hands above your head, my dear. I don't want to be distracted from doing exactly what I want with you." He pressed a warm, damp kiss just over his heart. "You did earn this reward, after all."
He shivered, the contrast of the warmth of his mouth with the slight chill of being fresh out of warm water exciting him. Plus, the promise behind those words inflamed his loins and had him swallowing thickly. His skin was hot where Brain's hands were. He clenched his own into fists to keep from mimicking his husband. "I'll try, Brain," he promised quietly, not wanting to disturb the mood that had settled around them, watching the candles dance in Brain's eyes.
"I know you will." Brain rubbed his cheek over Pinky's heart, a quiet expression of the way his own heart was stirring, and began his exploration. He slid up, rubbing their noses together gently, cupping his cheeks. He loved doing this. Pinky's nose was so big and silly, he could feel the breath on his face. And his cheeks were so soft and warm, running his fingers over them was a treasure. But he could do this any time and probably did more than he should, so moved on.
His neck was just as soft, all of him was soft, but his scent clung here and when he closed his lips over the correct spot, he could feel Pinky's pulse against his tongue. He hummed against it and slid lower. "I want to explore you, Pinky," he whispered, lips chasing his fingers over that soft chest. "I want to make you shiver and quake and need."
Thighs already quaking, spreading ever so slightly each time Brain slid lower, he bit his lip against a whine as the fabric of his swimsuit pulled against his arousal. His head tipped to the side, pillowing his cheek against the inside of his arm as his eyes followed Brain's every move, subconsciously trying to anticipate what would come next. "Please, Brain, please do."
Brain looked up at him, sighing against his body as he slid lower. "You already are," he pointed out, and it was all for him which just made it better. Brain lazily licked his belly, hands caressing his sides, memorizing ways to touch and taste that made him shiver and then doing them again. There was a unique sort of power here, one that he was just as helpless against. When Pinky shivered, so did he. So by the time he made it to Pinky's thighs, they were both quivering messes.
"I need you, Brain," Pinky whimpered, clasping his hands together to resist dragging them through Brain's fur. "I need you." His eyes had gone half-lidded, but he could still clearly see the way his husband shivered alongside him. "Troz." Feet slipping against the soap dish as he tried to gain purchase, he ached and pulsed for more of Brain's touch.
"I know, Pinky." But Brain took the time to nuzzle the back of his knee, reveling in such newly discovered information. Only he knew how Pinky reacted when he did that. Only he would ever know. Slowly he kissed his way back up, hovering over his straining length. His own gave a throb, his tail twitching up because he knew what it was like to have that throbbing within him. He swallowed, flicking his gaze up. It would mean giving up this control, but, oh, he wanted it. He needed to know if what had happened that morning had been a fluke or if it was always going to be that incredible. Decision made, he let his mouth descend, sucking on his shaft through the cloth.
Pinky whined, his hands pressing into his face, covering his eyes and heated cheeks, but he needed something to grip. "Mmm..." He tried sliding his hips around to see if he could get the bathing suit lower. He needed to be exposed, feel the heat directly, feel the friction, the wet, anything. "M-more, Brain, please more."
Brain drew the exposed tip into his mouth, sucking eagerly for just a moment before crawling forward to get to the tube of oil he'd attached to the boat already. Straddling Pinky's waist, he lowered himself, grinding their hips together on a low groan. He wanted to be surrounded by that soft warmth, filled by the heat. "Roll over again, Pinky," he managed, even his voice quivering now, and set the oil beside him.
His hips thrust up against Brain's several times before he managed to listen, the fire in his belly eating away at his attention. "'Kay..." he murmured, rolling onto his stomach. He buried his face in his arms as he tried to rock against the unyielding surface, his erection even more confined. His tail lifted instinctively, rubbing against Brain's side. "Brain... Brain, what now? Please..."
"I want..." He trailed off, unable to resist. He pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses along Pinky's tail near the base, tongue gliding over the smooth surface. "I need you to prepare me, Pinky. I want you to take me." Brain finally began peeling the bikini bottoms down, gave his behind a sharp nip. "Like this morning. I need it if you can manage."
His pulse quickened. Oh, oh, he was certainly surprised. His length throbbed in anticipation and he nodded, looking back over his shoulder. "I can. Oh yes, I can, Brain." He would get to touch and fill and watch Brain feel so, so good. Pinky slid onto his back, kicking off the bottoms the rest of the way and sat up, reaching for the oil.
Brain scooted forward, more eager than he wanted to admit, but his tail betrayed him. It was staying well out of the way. He stroked his fingers up and down Pinky's arousal, keeping the touch lighter than he wanted to, but anticipation was thrumming in every nerve-ending in his body and he was trying to hide it.
Rocking into the touch, Pinky fumbled with the oil, his hands shaking. He coated his fingers liberally, then nudged Brain further up his stomach so he could reach behind him and feel around for his entrance. He swallowed and licked his lips as his finger circled the pucker, touch light and teasing.
A small whimper escaped, his ears falling as he tried not to press down and hurry him along. He hated to admit to this, but he didn't want to hurt himself more. "Pinky, I should be on my back. I want it too much."
Pinky blinked up at him, trying to keep the fog out of his eyes. It made sense, but... he supposed it just made sense to put him on top. As much as Pinky's thoughts could make sense that is. His whole body tingled at the thought of Brain squirming beneath him and he had to close his eyes for a second. "Okay," he replied, sitting up and gently lowering Brain to the ground. Blue eyes roved over his figure. He was small, it always hit him whenever he found himself on top of him. His whole body could envelop his chubby little husband.
Kissing and nuzzling his face gently, he slid down to better see his entrance. One hand cupped his erection while the other let his index finger slowly push in. Pinky's breath caught in his throat at the heat and how eager Brain seemed to be for this. "Brain... narf."
The smaller mouse curled his hands into the fur of his own chest, trying desperately to relax. It was difficult when he wanted more and faster. His had to force his eyes to stay open, rocking his hips up to focus more on the fingers touching his length rather than the one moving within him. "Pinky," he moaned. He wanted the rest of it. He wanted to cling to Pinky while he was being filled, wrap his legs around his husband's waist, and... and that was really not helping him relax. He whimpered, latching onto his ears and tugging sharply.
Pinky looked up, pausing only to press reassuring kisses to his thigh. "Shhh, Brain. It's okay. Just relax. Zort. I'll take care of you." His lips lingered on his thigh as he started moving his finger again, working against the tight muscles. "I love you, Brain." he cooed, pumping his lover's shaft to distract him. His own erection throbbed, reminding him it was there, but he mentally shushed it. He would take his time.
"I'm trying," he panted, but it was easier with the sweet words and the hand on his arousal. "It just... It feels so good." It shouldn't, really, but he couldn't wrap his mind around that when he was struggling to overcome the proof otherwise. But Pinky couldn't go any faster and he couldn't get what he wanted without relaxing, so he rocked his hips and began performing difficult calculations in his head until his body began to settle.
Murmuring gentle nothings of encouragement, Pinky was able to insert a second finger and scissor them to stretch Brain's opening. He went a little deeper, picked up the pace now that Brain was relaxing, and sought out the bundle of nerves that made his own insides tingle at the thought. His thumb brushed over the slit of his erection, his eyes darting over to watch his husband's face as he created a rhythm with his fingers that his hips wanted so desperately to emulate.
Brain's hips gave a confused motion, unsure just which hand they wanted more, but then he was crying out, back arching as his muscles clenched and spasmed around the fingers. "Pinky!" He opened his eyes partway, little whimpers escaping. "Oh... Oh, Pinky..."
Pinky rocked back and forth, finally removing his fingers to coat his own weeping length. "Okay, Brain," he panted, squeezing his eyes shut against the urge to thrust against his palm. No, he wanted to be inside Brain, as deep as he could go, as hot and as secure as possible. He kissed his way up his body, licking his stomach and chest and neck. Nuzzling him affectionately, Pinky rolled Brain's hips up and positioned himself at his entrance. He rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs as he started to press in, the heat making his head dizzy. "Brain... Mmm..."
Brain had to tell himself to keep breathing, most of his mind occupied with not thrusting up yet. Not until this wonderful slide was through. "Ohh..." He just kept going, pausing every now and again when Brain couldn't take it any longer and had to clench around his shaft. "Oh, I love you," he cooed, the words tumbling out unbidden while his fingers curled into Pinky's fur as he was finally in as far as he could go. He couldn't help it, half-lidded eyes fixated on the shimmering blue ones of his lover, cocooned entirely by his body.
"I love you too," he whispered back, his throat tight as he felt as if his entire body was being engulfed by the heat, by Brain's love. Those words sent pleasurable shivers up and down his spine. He lifted up carefully, almost all the way out, then pushed back in, as deep as he could go. Slow and deep, that's how he fought to keep his rhythm, wanting to savor every clench, every sound that his lover made.
He'd been about to protest the backward motion, not quite prepared to lose the overwhelming warmth, but his protests faded on a moan when he reversed. "Yes," Brain mumbled, eyes dark and dazed. "Just-" His breath caught. "Just like that..." He lifted his legs, winding them around Pinky's waist.
Pinky shifted his hips a little, groaning when this gave him a new angle. His thighs trembled to keep it slow, wanting fast fast fast, but his heart wanted to stay here forever, make it last as long as possible. "Oh, Brain... Brain, we're perfect," he moaned, gazing into the dark eyes of his husband.
"Yes." Brain drew the word out, releasing a pleased sigh when Pinky seemed to slide even deeper this way. This morning hadn't been a fluke at all, and this was even better. He could feel everything Pinky did, could feel every throb. He tightened his legs, winding his arms around Pinky's neck to keep him in place on the next thrust. "Wait... Just... Pinky... Perfect."
Gasping, he nodded, holding himself still as he felt Brain pulse around him. "Brain, you feel so good," he murmured, kissing the curve of his ear. "Naaaaaarf..." He loved that Brain let him do this, loved that he trusted him enough, loved him enough to let him see him like this. He knew his husband liked to be in charge, he was going to be the ruler of the whole world. Shuddering, Pinky tried to press a little deeper.
Brain tried to move his hips to help, but wasn't prepared for the motion to brush his prostate. His hips gave a startled buck and stars exploded behind his eyes, blinding him for a moment. "Oh, yes!" Oh, he wanted to feel that again. "Quickly, Pinky...!"
"Just a second, Brain," Pinky moaned, feeling the walls around him clench. He also wanted to just admire the expression on his face, knowing he was part of why. His length was throbbing painfully now, needing the friction. He rocked in and out, making sure to hit the special spot again and again. "Oh, Brain..."
Control simply vanishing, Brain hung on tightly and made desperate, eager noises that only increased in intensity with each and every thrust. Oh, oh those beautiful blue eyes wouldn't stop looking at him and it only made the sounds louder. "Pinky, Pinky, Pinky! Yes! Qui- yes!" He didn't need orders and Brain wasn't capable of giving them anyway, everything but his lover's name being reduced to single syllables as his body was ravished. Oh, yes, he was being ravished. This is what it was and it was wonderful and unexplainable and he was so close. He gasped, his hold tightening as he realized just how close he was. He couldn't even tell Pinky to wait, that he wanted it to go on as long as he could breathe, because he was dragged off the edge, vision going white hot as his release spilled between them.
Every sound, everything, made his hips thrust faster and faster. Brain was simply beautiful and Pinky's heart swelled as he watched him reach his peak. "Brain...!" He hadn't even touched him yet, but that made his desire ache even more. "Egad, Brain!" He bucked into the tight heat several more times, until the tremors running through Brain's body drew his climax, moaning loudly as he released deep inside him, shuddering as the last of it was milked from him. Pinky breathed deeply, curling around his husband and nuzzling him.
He'd already been coming down from the high of his own orgasm, so Brain had felt those last few thrusts throughout his entire body. It was stunning how good it had continued to feel, though he certainly hadn't been prepared for Pinky's release, had felt every spasm. And now he felt even more full, fingers curling and uncurling in his husband's fur as his flush was less and less caused by passion and more caused by embarrassment. "I..." Completely untouched. It was mortifying. "That was... sudden," he attempted.
Pinky couldn't help it, still dizzy and light-headed from his release, he laughed and rubbed his nose against Brain's cheek. "I was so surprised, Brain!" He wrapped his arms around him, encasing him even further, still buried inside. "Zort. I was trying to go slow too."
"Well... That..." He was still trying to make his mind work properly and Pinky's movement weren't helping. "That sort of stimulation is still... new." Except Pinky had never released so quickly. To think that he had such low self-control was appalling. "It happens to be... very overwhelming. I'm sure I'll get used to it."
"Oh, it's okay, Brain," Pinky reassured, "I don't mind, I think you look so beautiful when you're not expecting it. And you make the loveliest sounds, especially when you say my name. I like that." He was starting to calm down, heart slowing and breaths evening out. "I just want to make sure you enjoy it. Poit. You didn't last very long last time either. I wanted to make it fair." Because it wasn't fair if Brain didn't get to enjoy him being inside for as long as Pinky got to. It was such a lovely feeling after all.
Mortified and needing distance, Brain started to squirm but his breath caught and he quickly stopped that. Averting his gaze instead, he tried to scowl but it fell a little flat since they were still locked together and there was no eye-contact. "Like I said, it's just... new sensations. I hadn't expected to enjoy them quite so much."
Having no idea just how much he was embarrassing him, Pinky just snuggled closer. "As long as you did enjoy it then, I'm happy," he sighed, wearing a big, dopey smile.
It was only worse that he'd enjoyed it after letting go, as well. That was clearly no incentive to hold back and neither were any of these additional movements to his sensitized channel. "Don't move so much, Pinky. I'm already not going to be able to walk properly." The smaller mouse hid his face in his husband's neck, trying not to squirm. Twice in a row meant that these were not flukes. This was just another way that Pinky was able to overwhelm his usual emotional responses. He huffed, torn between the warm glow and irritation with himself.
"Oh, sorry, Brain." Pinky looked down and carefully slipped out of him. He felt so happy wiggly warm, he didn't want to accidentally hurt him. Even if it did feel nice being connected like that. Being perfect. He settled back down, resuming the all-important after love things cuddles, when he heard his huffy hubby, well... huff. "What's wrong, Brain? You said you liked it. Egad! I didn't hurt you, did I?" Pinky tilted his head so he could look Brain in the eyes, bumping their noses together.
"No, you didn't hurt me." He squirmed under Pinky's worried gaze, immensely disliking that he'd pulled out. The full feeling was much more preferable to this empty, stretched one. "I should have more self-control than to... to release prematurely." He attempted another scowl, but his lips stubbornly shifted into a pout because, at the core of it, he'd just wanted that to last.
Pinky sighed with relief, then smiled fondly at his husband. "Oh, Brain." Kissing the pouty-pout lips once, and then again for good measure, Pinky hugged him close. "Nothing about you is premature. You're the most mature person I know. All smart and knowing things and just... umm... being mature. Yes. Narf."
Of course Pinky wouldn't understand the social stigma against what he'd done. Brain gave his own relieved sigh, giving him a small nuzzle. "Thank you, Pinky." Though now he was bound and determined to try and make Pinky let go like that or perhaps even make him beg for it... He bit his lip at that, a little shiver working its way down his spine. Not right away, of course, but very soon. It occurred to him that they hadn't even gotten out Pinky's boa, so he smiled slightly and nuzzled again. Very soon.
Feeling the shiver, he rubbed the smaller mouse's back and returned the nuzzles. Oh good, Brain was in a better mood now. Neither of them should ever be sad or grumpy after love things. "You're welcome, Brain. Poit. All happy and sunshiney now?" Well, he honestly didn't think sunshiney was a word he could apply to his grumbly-growly love, but it didn't hurt to check.
"Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way," Brain mumbled, hips twitching. "I'd like to get off my back now. It's... sticky."
"Oh, right." Pinky lifted himself up, finding his front to be a bit sticky from Brain's release as well. "Good thing we're already with the water!" He crawled over to the edge and peered in. "Naaaaaaarf."
"Exactly as planned," Brain mused, though he hadn't quite expected him to be the one in need of it. He started to sit up, not enjoying the chill left in Pinky's absence, but his body protested too much and he simply flopped back down with another huff.
Glancing over his shoulder at Brain, he offered another fond smile. "Need help?"
"I would appreciate some, yes." He sighed and held out his hands, perilously close to pouting again. "Please."
"Of course, my love," he cooed, then giggled as he grabbed onto his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Better?"
"A bit." He grimaced slightly, peering over the edge at the water. He hadn't exactly planned this part out. He highly doubted he would be able to jump and he wasn't going to just fall in. Sighing, Brain looked back at Pinky. He really was grateful for his existence. "I need help getting in..."
Pinky nodded in understanding. "'Kay. I'll get in first, then I'll reach up and bring you in nice and easy." Sounded like a good enough plan to him! He gave Brain's hand a pat, then slid into the water. Ducking under for a minute, just to get used to it before helping his husband, Pinky came back up and rested his chin on the edge of the soap dish. "I'm a fish," he told him in a secret sort of way.
He refused to be charmed, ignoring the fact that much of his irritation vanished anyway, and stood a little closer to the edge. "Delightful. Now evolve into a mouse and help me."
"But fish are really good swimmers, and I want to be a good swimmer for you," he told him, reaching up for him and grabbing onto his waist. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," he replied, leaning forward to grasp Pinky's shoulders. "This won't hurt, will it?" he asked, ears dropping before he could stop himself.
Pinky blinked up at him, smile fading a bit. "No..." He hadn't thought it would, he was going to be very careful. But now he was second guessing that, he'd never tried this, he didn't know. His grip on his waist tightened a moment, as he decided that he wouldn't let it hurt. "I've got you, Brain." Very carefully, he slid Brain into the water and held onto him, keeping them both afloat by kicking. "Was that okay?"
It felt odd, but it hadn't hurt. Brain touched their noses together, wrapping his arms around Pinky's neck. "That was fine, my dear."
"Good!" Smile back in place, Pinky kissed him chastely. Spinning them slowly in the water, he caressed Brain's stomach, cleaning off his fur.
Poor, repressed Brain XD
I love these early ones where he just starts to bottom
It's such a kink, having him fall apart XDDDDDD
And Pinky certainly enjoys it! :heart:
