Tails: Epeisodion
A soda machine was easy enough to find in the dormitory lobby. And, certainly, Sol got out his wallet and bought the fox a beverage, as inelegant as it was. Miles took it gratefully, disregarding the overwhelming shyness issue. He, then, made sure to keep contact with those beautiful golden eyes.
There was another uncomfortable silence: both of them stood there, the two-tailed vulpine drinking soda, hovering in front of the machine. Solus was watching him without the need to stare, so the fox felt relaxed. Something was still nagging a troubled mind, nonetheless. Another long sip – wetting the throat before speaking.
"How did you know?" the orangey male asked.
Sol looked taken aback by the question, somewhat, but smiled, "Just a hunch," he replied before taking a step closer. "Besides, I figured you were cute enough to be worth the risk," added the voice, much quieter.
Pacing a bit, the listener finished the rest of his drink. Tails clasped both hands behind himself and stretched along the back, "Um, Sol? Do you mind…not going back to the party and just coming with me to my room?" the less comfortable being declared, preceding a blink and a quick addition. "Not like that, I mean! I just… I want…"
Again, the genet silenced him with a finger raised to the lip, "You don't need to over-explain, hon'," interjected the listener, smiling warmly. "I wouldn't mind at all."
The genet got a soda for himself out of the contraption, and Miles, rather giddily, led the way. The walk to his room did not last long; campus was not too large and he was pacing in quite a hurry.
Most of the time was spent on clarifying to Sol, how Tails' friends back at the party didn't know about his interest in guys, guessing that the genet didn't really understand a desire for secrecy. Moreover, time with Sol was far better than wasting a few hours watching everyone else drink.
"So, then, your friends don't know that you like me?" inquired the viverrid as they arrived at the door to Prower's room. "That's what making you so nervous?"
Tails opened the door and let Sol inside, entering after him, "I…think so," he admitted, silently. "Also, I think you're…"
When the door got closed, both of them standing in the room, the fox turned around to see Solus, standing there, in front of his face. There was a second's time rift for the vulpine to predict what was coming when the genet stared back into his eyes affectionately and leaned forward, bringing their lips together. Surprise mustered a soft squeak out of Miles, before he could feel that affectionate, soft touch, and then, with a sensation of warmth radiating from his lips internally, the orangish creature melted in relaxation.
All of a sudden, the fox's ears caught the sound of Sol humming. It sounded blissfully happy. Miles understood, why, almost immediately. So, this was kissing. Finally, he knew what it felt like. The closeted being hadn't actually imagined that it really felt tingly or electrical, like he'd hear in exaggerated descriptions of the experience, but it actually did! The vulpine could sense his own throat vibrating from sensations pouring down into his flesh, emanating from the lips' contact point. Like magic, it was as if everything just got warmer, somehow. It was pure joy.
Tails didn't want it to end; the kiss felt too incredible to simply cease. Even knowing that he might be sending the wrong impression to Sol, the fox set his hands on the genet's hips and pushed him closer. Prower felt the press of a tongue at his lips, so he divided them, letting it slide into his mouth and meet his own. A moan escaped the fox, echoing into the genet's muzzle. Solus' hands grabbed at his lower back in return and held him near.
The kiss was only broken when the viverrine suddenly groped his longer fingers at the two-tail's rear. There was a yip of surprise and the orangey canine tugged away from the companion on instinct. That resulted in a blush welling up on both cheeks, but even so, it was not enough to replace the excitement in the genet's embrace. Already, he missed it greatly.
"I'm sorry," Miles whispered guiltily, staring into Sol's eyes. "Just caught me off guard. I'm okay."
Without a need for more words, the viverrid dragged the male into another kiss, running one of the slender hands across the light-colored fur of his cheek. Even the weightless touch of the genet's fingertips was making his ears stand up, and he craved for it immensely, nuzzling at that hand. Finally, after years of conflicting emotions that did not make sense, his biggest fantasy was coming true. It was better than he could ever imagine. He could not let it pass away. It was like a drug.
Sol kept his arms wrapped around Miles' body and began to shuffle towards the vulpine's bed. The genius had noticed that, but dared not break away from the genet's grip. His head and neck turned, twisted, trying to keep the kiss as full as possible, marveling the tongues twirling back and forth.
All of a sudden, there was a lap for Tails to fall into, since the genet sat down. He slid down comfortably, hooking both palms over Solus' shoulders, holding so tightly. Something in the back of a caring mind was telling him that the entire world would end if he turned back.
Unexpectedly, the two-tailed male let out an airy moan. The cause was not known by the least, at first, but he had figured it out after a second: somewhere, during the passionate kissing, the orangish critter had gotten very, very hard and Sol's fingers had slid down, finding his erection. So many thoughts shot through his brain at that instance, seeming as if they were swarming through the body itself, entwining endlessly into one. It was the first intimate touch from another he had ever felt, and it was amazing. This was someone he had just met, today, not anybody special, and yet, the stranger was special in a totally different way, but what if he came too early, and Sol didn't understand, and…
And the train of thought came to a crashing halt, as he had encountered a renewing, overwhelming sense of peace. He pulled away from the hold for a second and looked into the genet's face, which, in its turn, had a reassuring smile on.
"Don't stop?" the fox uttered quietly, winding the request into a question.
Sol said nothing. Those slim indexes just went to catch the vulpine's button and zipper, and, with an acute skill, got his trousers open easily. Tails gasped, feeling excited, and leaned back so that the genet could have more space. The viverrid's hand plunged and pulled down the front of the fox's boxers. Forcing his eyes to stay open, Miles watched as the associate's fingers wrapped around his shaft, and began to caress.
Ample bliss enveloped the two-tail's senses. Although he knew that it must have been only his imagination, it felt like Sol's hand was twice as warm as flesh was supposed to be. He did not lift a finger to stop his confused mind from drifting away, because it just felt so good!
"Oh…oh, Sol...Sol…" called the young playmate, and each time the genet's name was spoken, he felt the strokes on his stiff cock get firmer and faster.
Tails' jaw dropped down, but before it was possible to make a sound, he heard a gasp come from Solus, instead, "Oh, my!" the genet peeped in surprise, staring solid at Miles' face.
The blushful fox shivered, beginning to squirm a bit in the warm lap, "Sol, what's wrong?" he asked, nervous, ready to panic.
Before it was possible to get away, though, the struggle was stilted by a peck on the cheek. The genet's lips stayed there for a second, then, they began to move. Returning, they sort of snuffled the fox's face, kissing and licking it, almost as if tasting.
"Oh, nothing's wrong at all," the ringtail whispered, sounding stunned, in awe. "I finally realized what it is about you, Tails," "Mister Genet" added, holding the canine tightly, and tried to twist him around to lay the vulpine down onto his back.
Looking into Sol's face in return, Tails could not bring himself to refuse. The desire far outweighed his fears, and the fact that he might have come across as "easy" or "slutty" was not even included in the decision. He needed that so badly. He needed Sol to have him.
The genet pulled Prower's arms up. The fox wriggled, trying to help the associate dispose of his shirt, right before lifting his feet and rump up to be gotten out of his pants, as well. Then, slowly, the civet peeled off the marooned boxers, leaving the young vulpine completely naked on his bed. One of Sol's hands rode up Miles' front, from his hip, over his stomach, and up along the chest. The male's claws, afterwards, dragged down through his fur bluntly as the canine lay there, panting.
"Yes, that's what it is, definitely!" Solus told no one in particular, hurriedly taking his own shirt off and dropping it away from the bed, letting Tails see those spots of fur he had tried to visualize dozens of times before, back at the coffee shop.
Two bare torsos pressed together, with the genet's bulge in the fabric of his trousers ground against the vulpine's exposed hard-on. The fox fidgeted to move upward, desperate for contact and stimulation, groaning quietly.
Bringing his snout up to the white cheek again, the foreigner nuzzled it tenderly while his hand roamed up and down the double-tail's slinky side, "Oh, Tails, you have no idea what this is like for me!"
It was true; Tails didn't have an idea. At the moment, he only knew how things were for himself, and they were beyond awesome. Sol's face and hands explored him like he was an old lover that he had known for years and years and who knew every sensitive square inch of the vulpine's body intimately. Miles could hear his heavy breaths taken through the nose as he poked the snout at the fox's jaw line and throat. Those whiskers tickled. The young scholar would have giggled if it weren't for the raspy, airy breaths caused by the passionate caresses, occurring all along the length of his body.
The upper half was lifted back up, and when Solus looked into Miles' face, his eyes were, suddenly, of a different color. Even in the partial darkness of the dimly lit room, the fox could have seen that the genet's pupils were a bizarre blue color that looked to be glowing faintly. He didn't put any thought to the reason, though. All he cared about, right now, was that the genet was making him feel better than anyone else ever had; Sol was making him feel better than he'd felt in his entire life!
"Tails, you're incredible!" the genet purred. The genius was a bit puzzled by those words; he hadn't actually done anything yet, really, to be considered "incredible", in his own opinion, but the genet carried on, "Do you even know what you feel like to me right now? Oh, it's just beyond words!"
A wave of confusion washed over Miles' mind, however, it was cut short right when the exchange student darted down rapidly, enveloping the tip of the male's shaft with his lips and tongue. Tails let out a little cry of pathetic pleasure, while his body seized along the spine, watching fixatedly as the genet lips pressed flush against it, pulling and taunting the skin. Nothing, not the most tainted fantasy could have prepared him for the experience of the real thing, and he whined through his happiness, being pleasured with a cute muzzle.
The surrounding world paradoxically seemed to be slowing down and speeding up all at the same time. It was as if the vision of the room spinning around him was lagged in his brain, somehow, while the sensation of warmth and a wet mouth around his groin felt hasted unfairly. He wanted to lose control and just force himself over the edge, in order to finally experience that ultimate pleasure caused by someone else, but the second he thought it, Sol pulled away.
"Oh, Tails! You're like glass! I can hear and taste it coming off of you…so perfect and flawless," the genet whispered, licking his teeth and crawling forward to kiss the foxy creature on the chin. Miles wanted to whimper, for a start, when his shaft was left cold and unattended like that, but everything else about Sol's touch made it all right. The voice drifted back into his ears, "So perfect and flawless," it repeated. "Like a fresh pane of glass."
The intellectual could see, now, with Solus' face so close to his own: the genet's ethereal eyes were pooling with tears at the bottom, and his voice dripped with a bittersweet quality as he cradled the vulpine's face, "It's like a field of freshly fallen snow. Do you know what I mean, Tails? That's what you taste like. God, it's just perfect and I… I…"
The tears fell from both sides of the civet's muzzle, one by one, dropping onto the soft fur of Prower's cheeks. Where they impacted, the canine's skin felt warm and pleasured, like, somehow, he was receiving an invisible, sensual massage. It scared him. Here was this young gentleman, obviously, something "other", and he was crying. Was this some strange melodrama played out for his benefit? Was this, maybe, only a dream? He had no way to know, but the baffled creature needed to give up the wondering. He had come too far to stop himself.
"Oh, please," the fox whimpered. "Sol, I want you so badly," he spoke, the words carrying the truest emotions possible. It was almost akin resting in pain, waiting on the border of something that he knew would have been amazing.
Having his eyes closed, the eyelids clenched off the last of those slow-running droplets, "Such delicious truth to those words," he acknowledged admiringly, giving the fox a happy smile as he sniffled once.
The eccentric started to work himself out of the tight pants, and Sonic's mandarin friend watched the action with a surreal sense of anticipation. His shaft was long, but thinner than the fox's own. It looked fragile, like the glass that Sol kept mentioning. Before the genet got his pants off, though, he reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a tiny packet that Miles couldn't identify. The anthropoid kept it in his hand, while worming out of the trouser legs, and then, he tore it open.