He'd been playing with a dolphin, having a marvelous time, swimming and chittering like dolphins do, when all of a sudden it morphed into an angry-mad-angry shark wearing Brain's shirt! It ripped apart his lei and ate his hat, then he got yelled at by Brain for playing with a shark, but before he could apologize the shark ate him! And he kept bopping the shark on the nose, but he didn't let Brain come out again like the time before. Pinky was starting to get really upset, he needed his husband back! He tried to pry open the shark's mouth, and it did open, but only to eat him too! It would've been alright, if Brain had still been in there, but he couldn't find him anywhere and it got dark and scary inside. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse... one of the Olsen twins showed up! And she shot a puppy!
Pinky woke up panting, the images of the dream fading away but the feelings lingered. All twisted up in the blankets, half-spooning Brain, his eyes took in his surroundings. They were in the hotel room, not the inside of a shark, and light was pouring in through the blinds. It was morning; around the usual time Pinky would awaken naturally.
Placing one hand over his heart, he sighed with relief, but rolled over completely nonetheless to cuddle with his husband. He didn't smell anything like fish, which was good because then maybe a shark wouldn't eat him for real. He smelled like Brain, and was warm and fluffy and soft. Pinky pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades before snuggling deeper, holding onto him tightly as he tried to forget the scary-bad feelings.
Brain mumbled incoherently in his sleep, patting the arms around him and trying to squirm closer to the source of warmth behind him. "P'nky..."
Pinky nuzzled him, half of him wanting to let him sleep and half of him wanting to be comforted and half of him wanting to have some more pineapple juice (because everyone knew there were three halves in a whole, troz). Apologetically, he gave Brain's ear a lick then rubbed his nose along the back of his head to try and rouse him. "Brain? Brain," he whispered, "wake up."
"S'early," he whined, rolling over to make him stop. His eyes had yet to open and his nose scrunched as he pressed his face into Pinky's chest, rubbing against the warm softness that was his husband.
Oh, he felt bad about it, he really did, but Brain was already kinda-sorta awake now anyway. Pinky hugged him tightly and rested his cheek on the top of his chubby-round chubby head. "I had a bad dream, Brain," he told him softly. "Poit. It was scary."
"Just a dream," he mumbled, yawning. But Pinky's fur tickled his nose because he wasn't prepared for it, so he squirmed and rolled back over to sneeze. "Pinky," he whined and sneezed again, blinking his eyes open partway and looking around blearily. It was early.
"Bless you." Pinky leaned over him and kissed his cheek once he was done sneezing, then snuggled up to spoon again. "But, Brain you got eaten by a shark and it was all my fault and a puppy died, it was awful!"
"What?" He was still struggling to awaken fully, the snuggling making him want to fall right back to sleep. But it was too bright and he recognized Pinky's tone. "It's alright," he murmured, automatically trying to soothe. "Just a dream, m'dear." He yawned, pressing back.
Pinky pressed his face into Brain's neck, inhaling deeply as he let his husband's voice soothe him. "So you won't go away, Brain? I couldn't find you, and I looked and looked after I got eaten too. But you were gone."
"Pinky, I'm right here." He reached back, patting Pinky's head. Then he thought better of it and rolled over again to nuzzle him sleepily. "You won't get eaten by anything. I wouldn't allow it."
"Or yourself." Pinky rubbed their noses together, appreciating that Brain was facing him again. "You got eaten first, Brain, so I had to get eaten to be with you. Troz."
Brain yawned in his face, not willing to break the contact of their noses. "Obviously, it was just a dream then. If I get eaten, I trust you to save me. Not to get eaten yourself."
Oh, well, that did make sense since he saved him from the shark the first time. "Right, Brain. Sorry. Poit." He kissed him lightly, not minding that his face had been yawned in. He felt silly for waking him up now, especially since the bad feelings were already mostly gone.
"Don't be sorry for having a bad dream, Pinky. It's fine." Wanting another kiss, Brain pressed their lips together again and snuggled closer. He was so warm and soft and made for an excellent pillow, so he let his eyes fall shut again.
"'Kay." He stroked up and down Brain's back, watching his chest rise and fall with even breaths. After a bit of that, he kissed both eyelids. "Are you sleeping again, Brain?" he asked quietly, just in case he was.
"No," Brain admitted after a moment. He couldn't get back to sleep now that he'd been awakened, but the desire to move was entirely different. He could and would stave that off as long as possible, particularly since they had nothing to disturb them.
"Oh... poit." Pinky resumed his task of brushing his lips against different spots on Brain's face. Kissing was such a lovely thing, he liked knowing what his husband felt like through his lips. He kept it light, so that Brain could stay relaxed for a while longer. His urge to move around and bounce and play hadn't kicked in yet, equally satisfied with cuddling as his companion.
Brain sighed quietly, eyes opening a crack. His lips sought out his husband's, brushing them together. "Mm... Good morning, Pinky."
"Good morning, sleepy-face," he greeted properly, mood lifted and his usual morning chipperness surfacing. Pinky rubbed their noses together and reached up to smooth his hand along Brain's cheek. "Zort."
With that typical phrase back in place, Brain was satisfied that Pinky felt better and turned his head to press a kiss to his palm. "You're not supposed to have bad dreams on a honeymoon." He took a hold of his wrist to kiss his hand again. "No more of that, my dear."
"Right, Brain. I'll try." He nodded, wiggling happily as his hand was kissed. The hand still around his back started kneading and massaging gently, up at his shoulders then down to the base of his tail. "Sorry for waking you up so early. Poit."
"It's alright." Brain stretched, arching into the touch with a sigh. "It isn't as though we've been staying up as late as we normally do."
Pinky smiled, bring his other arm around so both hands could continue their ministrations. "You're right. It's weird sleeping so long and when we're not all banged up and smushed."
"Yes, well..." It was difficult to display the irritation that flared with the reminder when the hands on his back felt so wonderful. His little attempt at a growl sounded more like a purr. "If taking over the world was simple, everyone would've tried by now. We'll succeed soon enough, Pinky."
"Oh, I know we will, Brain! You'll rule the world and we'll have our castle and Romy will be a famous ventilator and Cici will learn to take after you and sister dear will play with us and have a family all the time and we'll all be happy!" The massage turned into a hug for a moment, then went back to caressing and kneading.
"Ventriloquist," he corrected, but the rest of it was pleasing. They had an heir in Cici that they didn't in Roman. He hadn't been interested in world domination; she begged to go on their schemes. And, yes, they would certainly have a castle and their family. He would build it big enough for Brie should she chose to stay with them rather than in the field. He was still rather unaware of her living in the lab's basement. Humming softly, he rubbed his cheek against Pinky's chest and arched to allow Pinky as much access to his back as he wanted.
"Oh, right. Narf." But whatever ventriloquist was supposed to replace went right over his head. Pinky giggled, liking how much Brain appeared to be enjoying it. He kissed the curve of his ear. "Do you like this, Brain?"
"Mm... Yes." Brain began gently stroking Pinky's chest, his ear twitching. He rather liked not having anything more to do with his morning than lie there and be massaged. No daughter who could wake up at any moment and no scientists due to arrive. "It's nice."
Pinky kissed his ear again, then licked it, laughing quietly as it twitched some more. "Good! I like to make you feel nice." Alternating between light strokes and firmer presses, he took advantage of Brain's arch and steadily moved down. When he got to the small of his back, he went to play with his tail, sliding his fingers along the bends.
He shivered, tail flicking into Pinky's hand encouragingly. "Yes," he murmured, placing a warm kiss to his husband's shoulder. "You certainly have an innate talent for it." Pinky had always seemed to know what to do or where to touch when Brain felt the worst, or even, it seemed, at times like this when he was able to make the pleasant feelings better.
Oh, how wonderful! An innate talent! Those were always nice to have, especially this one. It's what he wanted to do most after all. Make Brain happy and feel good. Pinky nuzzled him, continuing to caress the tail. "Are you hungry, Brain? Do you want breakfast and tea?"
"Not at the moment. It would require you moving, and I would rather you didn't." He would lose the hands on him, which was extremely unappealing. Brain nuzzled just over his heart, pressing more kisses there to encourage him to stay close.
"'Kay," he giggled, trying hard not to squirm and kept his arms around him. "I'll stay here with you for as long as you want me to. Troz." Curling his knees in, Pinky rubbed his foot against Brain's. It was his own little game, to see how much of him he could touch at once.
Brain cuddled a little closer, twitching his tail since it wasn't getting attention any longer. His foot shifted as well, gaze flicking up. "What are you doing?"
"Touching you all over," he told him simply, nestling his cheek against his head. He hooked his ankle around Brain's to keep it from moving away, as he watched the crookedy tail with amusement. "Aw, your tail misses me, Brain," he cooed, stroking it with one hand while the other traced circled in fur of his waist.
"I... I like when you touch my tail, Pinky." He didn't consider it to be a separate part of him, after all. Brain had missed the touch. He colored at the admission, hiding his face and muffling his next words. "Feel free to touch wherever you like."
"Oh, Brain." His silly, shy, red-faced chubby love. "Anywhere I want? Poit." Mischievously, he ran a finger down the back of his thigh, while keeping the one around his tail pumping slowly, and tickled the back of his knee on the way up.
He blinked, a shiver running down his spine, his tail stiffening. "Well... Anywhere you like, Pinky. Yes."
"Naaaaaaarf." Pinky licked his ear again. He stopped pumping his tail to dance his fingers from the base to the tip and down. Then he gently squeezed the base before resuming the up and down motion. It was fun mixing it up, doing different things to see how his husband reacted.
Breath catching, ear twitching, Brain arched into the touch. His fingers curled and uncurled into the fur of Pinky's chest. Oh, they were getting started with this early. Heat was already pooling in his gut. "That... mm."
Grinning, Pinky started massaging the back of his thigh and nipped his ear. He rubbed their chests together, as well as their legs, nudging one of his knees between Brain's. He was going to make him feel really good.
Brain managed to keep himself from rutting against his leg, but he did move closer, settling himself high on Pinky's thigh. "That," he tried, but lost his train of thought again and began lapping at his lover's neck to keep himself focused on something besides the hands on him.
Oh, Brain couldn't find any of his big wordy words! He couldn't even say small ones. "That what, Brain?" he asked, his tone teasing as he moved his thigh back and forth, rubbing against Brain's groin. His head tilted to expose more of his neck, but he couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out. He tugged on his crookedy tail, then moved his thumb in soothing circles as he continued to pump.
"That- What- Nyah..." Brain rocked his hips, wanting the touch to his tail as much as he did the pressure between his legs. His thighs tightened around Pinky's one, erection beginning to poke out. "Oh, dear..." He nipped at Pinky's neck.
His husband's incoherent speech pattern spurred a heat deep in his belly. Pinky hummed appreciatively at the nip, returning the favor to his ear. "I'm sorry, Brain, but I don't quite know what you mean. Poit." Oh, being ironic was fun! Especially when Brain was all flusterdy like a flustered person! He moved the hand not at his tail and wormed it in between them, sneaking down his stomach to encourage Brain's arousal.
Both of his ears perked and he looked up, eyes dark and very dazed. He tried gathering his thoughts to form a coherent sentence, but when Pinky's fingers found his length all that he managed was a stuttered moan. He began to rut despite his best efforts, whimpering.
Pinky's body quivered, the dark look in Brain's eyes made his insides squirm deliciously. He peppered kisses along the side of his face, moving from his ears down to his jaw. "Shh, Brain, it's okay." Drawing his thigh back, Pinky coaxed Brain into hardness with his fingers, wrapping them around and pumping in a slow, similar fashion as he had been doing with his tail. The hand back there squeezed and kneaded, trying to influence Brain's hips to rock in that direction.
Brain wanted to whimper more at the loss between his legs, but Pinky's hand made up for it and the motion at his tail distracted him. He pressed back, seeking more attention, and dropped his hands to Pinky's waist. The intent was to caress and encourage, but he ended up just holding on. "Pinky... oh..."
Ducking his head, Pinky began to lick and nip Brain's neck. "Mmm, Brain," he hummed, his hips starting to rock along with his husband's, enjoying the sounds and the feel of him as he touched him all over. Their fur rubbed together while his hands worked his shaft and his tail, paying equal attention to both. He thumbed the slit, spreading the dampness, as he tickled the underside of his tail with light, teasing touches.
His head tilted, allowing for more access, while his tail twitched up. His grip on Pinky's hips tightened, hips rocking back on a keening sound. "Yes," he moaned. Every little nip was felt down to his toes, keeping his mind unable to process anything beyond sensation.
He shivered at the sounds he made, his hand quickening around his length. He loved the weight of it, the slickness against his palm and the way it pulsed in time with his own heart. But most of all he loved how Brain moaned and squirmed when he touched it. Pinky sucked on the curve where his neck and shoulder met, urging Brain's tail up more by stroking the underside repetitively.
Brain writhed to rub their fur together, craving the friction. Encouraging, nonsensical sounds poured out unchecked, including a gasped "egad!" when Pinky sucked, his tail flitting up. The bends pressed against his back and he moaned again, thrusting shamelessly into his lover's hand.
"You're so pretty, Brain," Pinky mumbled against his neck, suckling and nipping to wring out more sounds. He was beautiful, all moving and pressing into him. He couldn't get enough. His mouth moved from his neck to lap at Brain's lips. His head was getting quite fuzzy, but he wanted to make sure he stayed focused enough to bring Brain over the edge first, wanted to see him let go and feel all the good feelings. Pinky released Brain's tail to grip his hips, stilling them as he pumped faster.
Brain's tail spasmed, immediately missing the attention. But his whine was more of a moan as he tried to continue moving his hips. "Pinky...!" Eyes that had long-since squeezed shut opened, gazing needily into Pinky's as he was brought closer and closer to peak. His ears fell, Pinky's tongue muffling but not silencing the sounds, even as Brain lapped right back. His world was narrowing, hips giving a final attempt before his entire body stiffened. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, yes, yes..." He chanted the word in time with the thrusts until he simply couldn't take it any longer, coming on a loud outcry.
"Egad, Brain," Pinky marveled, quivering at all the 'yes's he'd gotten. Brain's special word. His loins tingled as watched his release, glorious, his hand still moving to guide him through it, stopping only when he'd drawn every last drop from him. He kissed his cheek and exchanged grasping his hip for winding his arm around him in an embrace.
Trying to catch his breath, Brain slowly wound his arms around Pinky. He couldn't stop trembling, pressed their cheeks together in a small effort to try. It didn't work, but he didn't pull away. "Pinky," he breathed, mind still dulled. "Pinky."
"I'm right here, Brain. Narf," he cooed, embracing him in an attempt to stop the trembly-shakys. "I love you." He carted his clean hand through Brain's fur, careful to keep the one covered in his seed from touching him. Pinky rubbed his cheek against his, could still feel the warmth radiating off them.
"Yes, I..." He squirmed a little, his tail beginning to settle back down, and turned to press their noses together. Pink eyes that were still fairly dazed fluttered open. "I love you too, Pinky."
Pinky beamed, though the words sent a ripple of pleasure through him. He crossed his legs, as if that would help suppress his lingering arousal. His heart went pittery-pattery as he gazed into Brain's fogged eyes, and he kissed him gently.
Brain pressed himself closer, ignoring the stickiness on his belly in favor of snuggling and kissing. But his leg brushed over Pinky's length and his ears perked with interest and he brushed against it once more purposefully. "Mm... It's your turn."
Shuddering, he rocked his hips forward. He kissed Brain again, firmly, and hummed. "'Kay." Pinky felt the fire under his skin grow warmer from the idea alone. His length twitched to remind him it wanted attention. "Zort."
Brain couldn't surround Pinky the same way, but he still wanted to be as close as possible, touching where he liked. He rolled onto his back, bringing his husband along, and wrapped an arm around him so his hand could run over Pinky's back. His legs wound around his waist, so he could rut against him easier, and his free hand slid down to help create more friction.
Pinky moaned, propping himself up with his elbows as he thrust against him. He rested his forehead against Brain's, pressed their chests together. "Brain, mmmm... egad," he panted, blue eyes darkening as he arched into his hand.
"Oh, Pinky," he breathed, kissing the tip of his nose. His eyes were so beautiful. Brain's fingers curled around his length, rubbing and kneading the pink flesh. "Lovely," he cooed, lifting his hips and tightening his legs around Pinky's.
His cheeks flushed darkly as he tried to feel more, rocking into Brain's hand with abandon and rubbing against his thighs. "Egad, Brain," he whined, one of his hands gripping Brain's shoulder to curl in his fur.
Brain rubbed one of his cheeks against Pinky's before placing warm kisses up the side of his face to his ear, whispering soft endearments into it. "Beautiful. You're so very beautiful." The hand on his back slid down, pressing down just above his tail. "Perfect," he murmured, rubbing his lips against the pink of his ear. The hand around his length rubbed faster, and he quietly marveled at how it felt in his hand, rubbing against his fur. Firm and throbbing and damp... He caressed the head, spreading even more of the slickness.
His tail lifted, seeking Brain's hand. The sensations made Pinky so wonderfully dizzy, he had to close his eyes to keep his head from spinning away like a top. His ear twitched, both falling flat against his head as his breath hitched, Faster and faster, his hips tried to keep up with Brain's hand. "Brain... ohhh... naaaaarf," he purred into his neck, sucking on it to muffle his whimpers.
Brain ignored his tail for a minute, pressing him down so he could grind against him for a minute, reveling in the sounds he made. His own length gave a twitch, so he grasped Pinky's tail to ignore his own reactions and sought more of Pinky's. "Yes, my dear, so wonderfully perfect." He rubbed the topside of his tail, mimicking the move on the topside of his length, his thumb rubbing against the slit.
Pinky cried out, hips jerking as he stiffened. He threw his head back, arching and sliding against Brain. Perfect, yes, they were perfect. All these feelings were perfect. His tail twitched and curled in his grasp, moving more erratically the closer he got. Close, close, close. "Egad," he gasped, thrusting faster. "Narf, narf, narf...!" Oh, Brain's touch, it sparked his nerves, wave after wave of pleasure made him throb more. "Brain- Brain!" He came without being told, his seed shooting out against both their bellies and over Brain's hand as his hips rolled through it, head still tossed back, tongue lolling.
Brain watched him, biting his lip and continuing to rub and stroke until he was emptied. He nuzzled into Pinky's neck, removing his sticky hand from between their bodies and slowly stroking his tail. "Pinky... You're gorgeous."
Pinky's tail stayed arched as the rest of his body relaxed, coming down from his high to snuggle on top of Brain. "Mmm... Brain... poit." He pressed his cheek to Brain's, nuzzling back.
Letting his eyes close, Brain continued petting his lover's tail. He sighed, rubbing their cheeks together. He adored the solid, warm weight above him. "Mm," he agreed.
"Love love love love love you," Pinky murmured, wrapping his arms around Brain's neck. "Love. Narf."
"Oh, you too, my dear." Brain held onto him, gently rubbing his back. He squirmed a little, spreading the stickiness between them. They needed baths, he mused, and the length that had half-hardened while watching Pinky twitched. "Hm."
He opened his eyes, lifting his head a little so he could rub their noses together. Wiggling as Brain squirmed, Pinky smiled and kissed him. "Egad, Brain, you're already ready for more?" he giggled, feeling his shaft poke his belly. Not that it was a bad thing, it was actually really cute.
"Well... You're just..." His cheeks went pink, despite their current situation. "Yes..."
Laughing, Pinky hugged him tighter and kissed him again. "You're just yes, too! Troz!" His tail was torn between wagging and staying put so Brain could continue stroking it.
His blush deepened, but the extra pressure from the hug made him want to squirm a little more. "I meant that you're..." Brain brushed their noses together. "You're beautiful."
It was Pinky's turn to blush, but he did so with a bright smile. "Oh, Brain!" He batted his lashes and squirmed bashfully. "I meant that too! Zort. You're very beautiful as well! Especially all red and shy!" he sing-songed the last bit.
"Pinky..." Brain tweaked his ear, biting his lip when Pinky moved against him. "Walking with an... Walking is going to be uncomfortable enough without you making it... harder." There needed to be more words for all of this.
"Oh, sorry, Brain." Pinky stopped his wiggling, going back to simply resting on top of him. "Did you want to get up now?"
Part of him wanted to get up, yes, but he batted away that thought and writhed in embarrassment, entirely defeating the purpose of making Pinky stop. "Well, we... We're sticky."
Pinky looked around them, as if that would help him deduce that they were, in fact, sticky. "Oh yes, we're quite a mess, aren't we?" he observed, then shrugged and pressed several kisses to Brain's jaw. "Does that mean it's bathtime? Poit."
Brain tried to press closer. Sometimes, Pinky's excessive energy was a very good thing. "It does, yes."
"'Kay!" He brushed their lips together once more before rolling off him. "Want me to carry you?" he asked, sitting up. He glanced at his sticky hand and proceeded to lick it clean so he could actually use it. "Mmm..."
Brain's ears dropped, eyes going wide as he watched. That warm, moist tongue... His hips rolled once before he forced himself to still them. "Pinky, that... I wouldn't mind being carried."
Pinky noticed him watching, especially the movement of his hips. Smiling coyly, he gave an especially long, slow lick, then giggled once he'd finished and broke character. "Fun-fun silly-willy! Okay, Brain. I'll carry you away to our magical bath! Narf!"
"Magical?" Brain had to fight to put some grumble into his tone, his arousal making it difficult. He sat up, pressing his clean hand to Pinky's chest for balance.
"Oh yes, Brain. Our magical bath of love things!" He laughed, waving his arms up and down. When he could contain himself, he wrapped one arm around Brain's waist and pushed up off the bed with the other. Carrying him bridal-style, Pinky began to dance his way to the edge of the bed.
Brain slid his arms around Pinky's neck, humming softly along with the dancing. But he hid his face in his husband's chest.
"This makes ten baths with love things! Zort!" He used one hand to hold the covers as he slid down, then resumed his dancing and twirling once they were safely on the ground. "A new record, Brain." Pinky kissed his ear, since his face wasn't accessible, his hand brushing over his arousal purposefully as he went back to cradling him with both arms.
He groaned into Pinky's fur, giving a small thrust into the air. The megalomaniac was very tempted to turn in his arms and begin rutting, but held himself in check. "Pinky, each time we engage in love things in the bath it's a new record if you think of it that way," he grumbled. "A real record would be having more than one love thing occur in a single bath as we haven't yet done so."
"Oh, when can we do that, Brain?" He liked making new records and love things and bubble baths so it'd be doubly fun! Holding him tightly, he climbed up the sink, only setting him down when they reached the counter so Pinky could fill up the sink. Oh right, he glanced over at the bathtub, he never unplugged it to let the water drain. The water was probably cold and unpleasant now. "Poit."
Twisting the knob to start the warm water, he figured he could set up their bath and then empty out the big bathtub before running over to their warm water and Brain. Feeling the temperature get about right, Pinky poured the soap in and then closed the drain. "Stop the water whenever you want, Brain, I'm going to go take care of our swimming pool!"
Brain looked over at the tub, feeling a rush of warmth. He glanced down at his erection, mentally telling himself to calm down. "Be careful not to get sucked in," he advised, pausing and flushing at his own choice of words.
"'Kay! Don't start without me!" Pinky laughed, meaning both the bath and the love things, and offered up a salute before bouncing over off the edge of the counter. He landed on the side of the tub, arms flailing for balance. Once he regained himself, he dove into the water. He slid the drain open, keeping most of his body away from it, though his tail tried to get sucked down. There was some metal blocking the drain to keep large things from getting sucked in, like mice, but if he got stuck then he wouldn't be able to get out until all the water was gone and he didn't think he could hold his breath that long. Yanking his stubborn tail free, Pinky swam back to the surface and clambered out of the tub. He shook himself a little, then made his way back to the sink.
Brain had turned the water off, but hadn't slid into the bubbles just yet. He'd perched on the edge of the sink, waiting for Pinky's return. When Pinky was back on the counter, he hastily dropped his hand away from where he'd been carefully caressing the head of his arousal. It was one thing when he was desperate and needy and mindless, but he still had his wits mostly about him. Color rushed his face and he cleared his throat.
Pinky blinked, glancing from his hand to his face and back several times. Finally he arched an eyebrow, doing his best to look stern and skeptical, but failing in the end. "Poit. Were you starting without me, Brain?" He only got that red when he was really embarrassed, well... or mad, but he hadn't done anything to make him mad yet, so it must've been embarrassment. Plus, he cleared his throat. A definite love things indicator. Pursing his lips, Pinky folded his arms over his chest, again trying to go for a look that he really couldn't accomplish.
Brain glared at the accusation, but his blush deepened and betrayed him. "No, considering that it started on the bed and you were most certainly involved in that."
The stern look faltered, replaced by confusion as he tried to remember what they'd been doing five minutes earlier. Well, okay, he did have a point. But that didn't explain why he was turning redder. "Why is your face all bright and burny then, Brain?" Pinky sidled up to him, leaning down to touch their noses together. He was smiling now, his chubby hubby just looked too cute! "What were you doing?"
"I was... ah..." Brain's ears flattened, the infernal blush not leaving, and he found himself unable to lie properly with Pinky that close. "Continuing... without you..."
"Mmhm." Pinky's eyes went half-lidded as a playful, knowing smirk teased his lips. "Thought so." But he kissed his husband regardless, slow and chaste. Then he pulled away, clasping his hands behind his back. "Well, don't let me stop you. Troz." It was fun making Brain blush, and fun to play games before their love things. It was hard to keep from smiling as he turned his gaze off towards the side, feigning disinterest.
"Pinky," he whined, wiggling his hips. He reached out, running his fingers through the fur of Pinky's thigh. "Don't be a tease."
"Oh, but you were doing just fine on your own, Brain." Pinky pointed out, staring very plainly at his erection. His cheeks colored slightly and he couldn't help licking his lips, especially since he was still covered in their mingling seed. He did look so desirable.
To get what he wanted, Brain rolled his hips. He ran a finger of his already messy hand up his arousal. His breath caught a little, but he pressed on. "I would rather have you."
"Naaaaaarf." Blue eyes followed the movement, shimmering with excitement. He scooped him up, cradling him close as he kissed him deeply. "Well... okay. I'm all yours!" Pinky chirped, crushing their lips together again as he slid them into the water.
Thank god Pinky was easy to convince. "Yes." Brain nipped at his lower lip, voice already husky. "You're all mine."
Pinky nibbled back, one hand immediately gripping Brain's tail as he remembered the reactions it spurred. "Forever and ever and ever," he hummed before trying to slip his tongue past Brain's lips.
Yes. Yes, forever. He let his lips part, lapping eagerly at Pinky's intruding tongue. His tail stiffened, immediately ready for any attention his lover wanted to bestow upon it. His own hands grasped Pinky's shoulders and he wriggled, trying to silently communicate his desire to wrap around and cling and rut against and touch.
His hips rocked, rubbing his still limp length against Brain's leg. Pinky stroked the eager tail, paying special, loving attention to each break. Panting, he broke their kiss and rubbed their noses together. "What do you want, Brain?" he asked, moving to lick down his neck, teasing the fur with his tongue.
"I haven't quite... figured that out yet..." He moaned, tilting his head to provide more access. "Except just- I want you." He squeezed Pinky's shoulders, rubbing his leg right back against his length to try and get it hard. He wanted Pinky as hot and needy as he was.
"You already have me," he breathed, nipping in between laps. His ears twitched, perking as if they could hear more of his lovely sounds that way. Hips rolled, heat pooling in his gut.
"Yes, yes." The nips were chasing away his mind, control of his words on its heels. "But I want to feel you, Pinky. Again and again and touching me and..." His breath hitched, legs winding around his lover's waist. "You make me feel so good."
"You make me feel good too, Brain. All over good." The hand not at his tail slipped between them, curling his fingers around Brain's arousal. He whimpered, losing the friction he'd had against his own stiffening length. Pinky tugged needily on Brain's tail and suckled on his neck, right beneath his chin.
Brain slid down a little, still clutching Pinky's shoulders. "Together this time," he requested breathlessly, trying to get low enough for their lengths to meet. He wanted to feel Pinky hardening against him. "Help me. Help me feel you, Pinky. I want to feel you."
"'Kay. Together." Pinky held Brain's hips and rolled his own into them. A moan slipped past his lips as their lengths slipped against each other. Blue eyes glimmered, seeking out the pretty pink stare as he moved again, pressing their groins together.
"Ohh... Exactly." Exactly that. It was perfect. He pressed nipping kisses to Pinky's shoulder, a hand sliding down and around to tease his tail while his hips rutted eagerly.
Pinky moaned a little louder and his tail straightened and twitched. Stroking Brain's tail faster, he licked Brain's ear down flat. His hips matched Brain's, craving the contact. His shaft throbbed in time with Brain's, getting hotter the more they moved. "Mmm, Brain... it's so good, you feel so good."
"Yes, it's... You're... Beautiful, good, yes." He kept his ear flat, letting the other one fall as well as he pressed against his husband, their fur rubbing together. He slid his hand as high up Pinky's tail as he could manage, encouraging him to curl the appendage around his wrist. "Pinky," he whined and lapped needily at his shoulder.
His tail did wind around him, trying to keep the touch, pressing harder against his palm. Pinky shivered, loving that warm tongue on his shoulder. He nuzzled and nipped Brain's ear, whimpering into it as he rut faster. "Oh, Brain... oh, Brain..."
Oh, the sounds were absolutely delicious. He licked and nipped at his shoulder, making his way to the other shoulder with more warm, nipping kisses. "Pinky," he moaned, gripping his tail and rubbing it firmly.
Pinky mimicked him with his own tail, twisting his wrist a bit as he stroked. "Brain," he panted, moving together so perfectly. Their chests, their hips, their arousals. Rubbing and pressing, trying to melt into one another. "I love you, Brain. Egad...!"
"Yes, yes... I love you too..." Brain moaned against his shoulder, trying to get closer. It was impossible, but so worth trying. They moved so well together. It was unexplainable and so overwhelming. "Oh, Pinky... My dear..." Trusting Pinky to hold him up, he slid his free hand down and curled it around Pinky's length. He was already so close, wanted to bring Pinky along with him.
Tossing his head back, Pinky moaned loudly, the heat around him overwhelming. He rocked into Brain's hand and against his length, faster and faster. "Brain, oh, Brain..." He pumped Brain's tail in time with the thrusts, rubbing his face against the crown of his head. "Oh, love..."
Brain held himself still besides the twitching of his tail and the motions of his hand on Pinky's. He cupped his lover's length, caressing the top of it because he wanted nothing between them. They were both so wet and the throbbing, his hand in sync with the one between his legs. He whimpered against Pinky's shoulder, nipping sharply at his shoulder before soothing the spot with his tongue. "So beautiful," he cooed, looking up.
He brought his head down, touching their foreheads together. "You too, Brain, you're so pretty and perfect and pretty..." His mind was slipping, just like their bodies were. "Can we do it together? The bursty thing... at the same time..." Thinking and talking was hard enough when they weren't doing love things, now it was near impossible, but he managed it while rubbing circles in Brain's hip, still rutting his own against him.
"Yes, yes, I want... yes..." Brain flicked his tongue out, lapped at Pinky's lips. "I'm-" Close, close, so close. He rubbed at Pinky's length more firmly, giving his tail a squeeze. "Oh, yes, Pinky..."
"Brain, nnngh," he whimpered, opening his mouth to let Brain's tongue in. He sounded so lovely, so much so, with all his half finished words. His tail tensed first, then the rest of him followed. "Oh, oh, Brain...!" The thrusts turned into desperate rubbing, the pleasure building in his belly. Too much, too quickly. "Brain, I'm gonna-! Egad-!"
"Yes," he moaned, his hips moving in a disjointed fashion. The friction was too good to lose, though the rhythm was dashed as he teetered perilously at the peak. But with Pinky so close and saying his name with that beautifully wrecked voice, he couldn't hold back any longer. With an outcry, Brain pressed his mouth to Pinky's and let go.
Pinky drank down his cry, feeding him one of his own as his release came crashing down on him. He shuddered and rolled through it, tugging on Brain's tail as his length quivered against his husband's until he'd spent himself.
As Brain came down from the high, his body simply went limp. Oh, this was an excellent way to spend a morning... He sighed, gentling the kiss considerably, the hand on Pinky's tail resuming its strokes.
Holding tight to keep him close and from going under, Pinky murmured into the kiss, losing himself in the soothing sensation of their mouths locked together. He rubbed the crookedly tail apologetically, he'd gotten a little carried away, and kept the touch light and gentle. "Egad, Brain..." he sighed.
His tail ached a little, the old breaks making themselves known in a rather unpleasant manner. But the dull throbs were easily ignored when Pinky's touch gentled and his name was said. He nuzzled Pinky gently, dropping his cheek to his shoulder. "Mm..."
Pinky continued to caress his tail, letting his chin rest on Brain's shoulder as well. He turned his head, smiling into his neck and closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. If they could spend every morning like this... well, every morning while they were on their honeymoon, it'd be even more magical than it already was. The quiet snuggles after the love things, he cherished these just as much, his favorite part being watching Brain's brain turn back on and all his biggly-wiggly words and growlyness come back while still cuddling.
"You're amazing, Brain," he mumbled against his neck, kissing it softly.
"Well... Obviously. I'm future ruler of the world." But he was still too pleasantly sated to be too prideful over the compliment, so the tone he'd attempted fell soft. He turned his head, nudging their noses together. "You're amazing as well, Pinky."
Giggling quietly, somewhat dazed still, he rubbed his nose against his. "Well, obviously. I'm married to the future ruler of the world. Narf." His tone regained some of its playfulness. Pinky brushed their lips together, still smiling, in a chaste kiss.
"That you are," Brain agreed. He lifted his clean hand to Pinky's cheek, giving it a soft pat. The wheels of his mind were turning again, albeit a tad slower than normal, but he still didn't want to move away. Being held in the warm water just reminded him of their dancing the night before, the overly romantic songs he'd sung, and it warmed him from the inside out. "You'll make for an excellent second in command, my dear."
Beaming, blue eyes watched pink ones become more alert as he nuzzled the hand at his cheek. "Why, thank you, Brain. I'll do my best," he assured, spinning them in a slow circle.
"You always do, Pinky." Which was why it was so difficult to stay angry at him when he foiled a plan. He was always, in his simply precious way, doing his best. "The charm of you," he murmured, quoting one of the songs he'd sung for his lover, "is comparable to a Christmas tree with toys."
He giggled, kissing him quickly. "I like Christmas, Brain," he whispered, as if it was a secret. But he did adore that comparison, recalling it from the song. "I like that song too. Poit."
"I should hope you'd enjoy a song that describes you so exactly." And so simply. Perhaps that's why he'd remembered the words. A very concise and precise description of the creature he loved so very much. "You do possess an overabundance of charm."
"Oh, that does sound like a lot. Should I share some?" Pinky tilted his head, well-aware of how not nice it was to hoard things. If other people wanted charm, then he was more than happy to share.
"You do," Brain assured him, eyes rolling. "Constantly." He leaned in for a rare kiss to his cheek. "Now we should clean ourselves up now, dear. We have things planned for the day."
Pinky blushed and ducked his head. Oh, it made his cheek all tingly! "Right, Brain! The beach! Zort!" His tail wagged giddily, and he brought one hand around to rake through the sticky fur of his belly.
"Precisely, Pinky." Brain reached down and scooped up some bubbles, cleaning his hands off. He smiled slightly, looking them over. Much better.
"Oh, I got it right!" Pinky chirped, scooping up his own handful of bubbles to rub over Brain's tummy.
"It's statistically impossible for you to get everything wrong, Pinky." Brain looked down, watching Pinky's hands. They were so skilled in certain aspects.
"Poit. Oh, well, that's a relief." He smiled, leaning over to kiss Brain's big-smarty forehead. His stomach was all clean soon enough, but Pinky couldn't resist dancing his fingers from his middle and along his sides in quick strokes.
Brain lifted a brow at the extra touches, but didn't nudge Pinky away. Instead, he started cleaning his counterpart's tummy. "We'll put on our sunscreen and such before we leave and have lunch on the beach before we return to the hotel. Alright?"
Pinky nodded, poking his hips with a giggle. "Right, Brain. Sunscreen, beach, and lunch! Ohh, like a picnic?" He squirmed a little, liking the hands on his stomach.
"Yes, I suppose. We've been to the beach together several times, but I don't believe we've ever had a picnic at one." He wiggled at the poke, giving him one in return.
Laughing, he did it again. "Nope. We usually go for your plan thingies and there's never time for a picnic. But, oh, it sounds so romantic!" Pinky spun them around briefly and nuzzled him.
Rolling his eyes, Brain nuzzled back. "It might be. It may depend on how much sand you bring to lunch with you."
"Well, you can't have sandwiches without sand, Brain," Pinky said matter-of-factly, returning to his task of washing his husband.
"You can't spell sandwiches without sand. You can certainly eat them without." Brain resumed his own washing, soon satisfied that his husband's belly was as clean as usual. He moved on to his sides, his movements fond.
"Oh, is that how it is then?" His hands traveled along his sides and over his back, rubbing in the soap, the motions very familiar to him now. It actually made him giggle. "We've had so many baths, Brain. Narf. We're going to be super clean by the end of our honeymoon." Though he didn't want to think about the end just yet, he was having too much fun.
"Well, we wouldn't need so many baths if we didn't engage in love things so often. I don't want our fur drying afterwards, after all." Brain lifted his hands to Pinky's cheeks, caressing and cleaning gently.
Pinky pressed his face closer to Brain's hands, his own washing behind his lover's ears. "Oh, I don't mind the baths, Brain, especially because of all the love things! I just think it's funny, we've never had so many baths together like this. It's nice."
"We've never needed this many baths." And The Brain was normally very good at making sure Pinky kept his hands to himself, but it was a honeymoon. He touched their noses together, leaving his hands where they were. "But it is rather enjoyable."
Lowering his arms to settle around Brain's shoulders, Pinky closed his eyes and smiled. "Very enjoyable. This is the best honeymoon ever."
"After we take over the world, we'll take another honeymoon. Some couples do that." Usually when their relationship was in trouble, but Pinky didn't need to know that. They could take a second honeymoon simply because they wanted to.
"Really, Brain! Oh, that would be super!" He brushed their lips together, spinning again. More time to be coupley with Brain!
"But not until after we take over the world," he reiterated. "We'll have earned a week to ourselves." And it would hopefully give Pinky an added incentive in assisting in his plans. Brain rubbed their cheeks together before resuming his washing, running his hands up and down Pinky's back.
"Right, Brain. After we take over the world!" He repeated, sliding a hand along Brain's tail as his own back arched into to the touch. Wonderful! Something else to look forward to! Pinky cleaned his thighs next, then down his leg and gave his calf a squeeze.
Brain's tail gave a small twitch and he wondered if he should've perhaps hidden just how much he enjoyed having it stroked. Pinky already had an easy enough time turning him mindless. But he supposed as his hands slid to Pinky's waist that it didn't really matter. He would've discovered it eventually.
Pinky finally finished cleaning him, kissing his nose as he brought him in for a hug. "All shiny, squeaky clean, Brain!"
"Good." Brain finished up, returning the embrace. "Now let's get dry, my dear."
And thus ends "PWP: The Chapter" XD
But at least they get to go to the beach soon! :D
And they're adorable! :heart: