Tails: Exodos
The faint light of the room glimmered off whatever was coming out of that packet, squeezed out onto Sol's fingertips. Next, the genet brought a hand down to his shaft, and the fox had finally recognized it for what it was: lube. Solus stroked himself slowly a few times, working that pretty cock up with a slippery sheen. He, then, placed another tiny dab onto a fingertip, before rubbing it gently at the little hole beneath Miles' fluffy tails.
Tails gasped, but held it inside his breath, not uttering a beep after the one instance. That was really it. That was really going to happen, right here, right now. He bravely reached an arm up for the genet, and Sol took it, pulling himself atop the vulpine's body. The fox could notice the slightly taller genet trying to position himself, hunching over. Their eyes met again, and despite the otherworldliness of the viverrid's glowing irises, Tails felt at peace with things, even though he knew that something incomprehensible was happening.
More tears, stronger than before, "Just one more time, Tails," Sol whispered with sadness and urgency lurking about in his voice. "I need to taste your splendid innocence one last time."
Before Prower could react or protest, Solus had their muzzles locked together in a deep, passionate kiss. The vulpine returned it gladly, the genet's moans mixing and joining with his own. There was a sudden rush of pleasure, since Sol's fingers tugged up at the end of the fox's shaft, serving as a partial distraction when the genet sharply pushed into him.
Miles' next moan was whimpered and loud, but not as strong as the genet's. Sol sounded almost in pain, which the fox, being put through his ultimate fantasy, thought was a little backwards. With a deep breath taken through the nostrils, the vulpine spread his legs further apart, letting Sol's monopoly fill him with the slippery cone in a few fluid thrusts. The metal figurine was not thick enough to spread his virgin appendages to the point of causing pain, but its length was sufficient to tickle at all of the right places that he never knew he had, inside.
A heavy chill descended into the room, as if the heat was slowly being drawn out of it. Cool air, swooping along the fox's hot body caused a shiver from both cold and pleasure. Sol's lean body arched over the canine's own, droplets of sweat and tears condensed on his whiskers. The fingers around Tails' member slid up and down, still slick from the lubricant, while the genet's hips moved back and forth, claiming the young player's virginal game his. As the orangish creature experienced the sensation of Sol's length smoothly sliding below the two restless tails, bizarre warmth spilled through the entire body, fighting off the unexpected rush of cold air.
Sol murmured under his breath, while his snout rested against Tails' neck, "Footprints in the snow… Cracks in the glass."
The same stream of babble just kept coming, and it was impossible to make any sense of it. In the genius' mind, the words carried no meaning, as if they were nothing more than a sound, beautiful, yet agonizing. Thrusts were kept careful, at an even pace, like the limits to which the fox's bodily pathway would go were somehow known to Sol. There was a sudden sharp upturn at the end of the next throw, making Miles squeak from the sheer force of the gentleman's hips smacking up against his rear assets. And then, slower rhythm took over once more.
Holding on for dear life, the vulpine wrapped its arms firmly around Solus' shoulders. The stance was topped off with wordless moans, a voice taking a higher and higher pitch each time the genet had entered fully. There was so much extraordinary stimulation, so much pleasure, and an indescribable amount of warmth. Finally, the game had taken too much, and with a delighted cry, the vulpine's sinewy body writhed up and jerked, the invaded passage clenching down around Sol's member, while his own pulsed hard, getting the fur on the viverrid's stomach matted and sticky.
Once the feeling of the first orgasm shared with another pierced Tails' consciousness, Sol immediately burst out into a wailing, shrieking mess of sobs. The orangish male knew that they must have been the result of extreme happiness, but it was still the saddest sound that Miles had ever heard. It made him hug and cling onto the genet tighter still, wishing and hoping for it to somehow comfort the depressed creature. In turn, Solus buried his tear-wet face into the crook of the fox's neck.
Thrusts were stopped, and the genet began to just grind his hips roughly against the curves of Miles' game. The intellectual could feel that Sol was still hard and unspent inside, and he must have been truly desperate for release. A soft nip at the side of his throat occurred before Sol leaned back up, breaking the fox's embrace, holding himself up by the hands. Dampened lines of fur showed, where the tears had run on the now awestruck face. Like before, the genet cupped a hand at Miles' cheek.
"Gave… You gave this to me. Given, not taken," he told the fox.
"I don't understand," Tails whispered back, noticing in his own vocal cords that he, too, was on the verge of tears. He didn't understand why.
The companion just shook his head, "Don't you worry, little one" was said, and Tails realized himself blushing at the endearing term. "Let's just both enjoy this," the exchange student suggested and pulled out, putting both hands onto Miles' hips, attempting to shift them.
He got the hint, and quickly rolled onto his stomach to make the break as short as possible. Prower's hips were pulled up and he was brought into position, where the rump was slightly raised. Tails' companion leaned down over the vulpine's back, pressing against the backbone, and took one of those stubby ears between his teeth, whilst the shaft began to sink back inside. It forced Miles to whimper in arousal at the feeling that angle was giving, the length of Sol's stiff cap causing an entirely different sensation now. The dominant's teeth tugged at the ear before releasing it, and the smooth thrusting began anew.
Miles wriggled beneath the viverrid's body, as he was worked back into the play, the tip of Solus' shaft tickling and pressing at the fox's sensitive gland. With each movement of those perfect hips, the genet's breathing, tinged with sadness, was fading away into amazement. His hands wandered along the genius' underside, brushing through the fur on his stomach and chest, seeking out and, consequently, finding one of the nipples. The soft pinch made Miles' torso arch up, causing his backside to lift and press back against Sol's hips.
Suddenly, the genet's head darted down, and a jaw clamped at the side of Tails' neck from behind, like a predator. His lips were sheathing teeth, preventing them from biting into the fox's petite skin, and the inexperienced player could tell that Sol was struggling to hold back on his act of dominance. Hot breath and a tense whine escaped the seal of those lips when the genet stopped thrusting, emptying himself into the male's body. Miles sensed a prickling run through his physique, like a pulsing shock, and collapsed onto the mattress, with the genet on top.
Finally, the lips let go and the genet began to pant and rasp. Miles bit down onto his pillow and squirmed, bearing back against the still-hard thimble that hold him in its grasp, and wriggled against the bed sheets, trying to trigger his second orgasm. It took a few moments of grinding against the fabric, but he soon came again, soaking both, the sheets and fur.
He was still faintly aware of Sol murmuring something to himself inaudibly while obliviously drifting off to a blissful sleep, not fearing tomorrow for once.
Tails snapped back to the waking world in the morning, and panicked immediately. He rolled over and saw the genet, lying there, despite the odds. So, it hadn't been a dream, after all. The fox smiled to himself.
At first, he assumed that the viverrine was sleeping, judging by the way he was partially curled up. After a few seconds of listening, however, Prower could hear that the companion's breath was far too pressured and heated for him to possibly be at rest. It sounded as if the foreigner was still experiencing last night's rush of pleasure.
Miles tapped a few fingers on the gentleman's shoulder gently. Sol turned around and looked at the male. His eyes were back to yellow. It was the first thing that the fox noticed.
"Even your dreams were lovely, you pretty thing," the genet flattered, petting the length of the scholar's snout once.
The lesser fudged a smile; it was impossible to remember what he had dreamt about.
They looked into each other's eyes for what must have been at least a couple of minutes, before the question burning in Tails' mind had finally escaped his lips, "Sol…what are you?"
Eyes closed, a solemn expression washed over the genet's previously joyful face, "I can't tell you. It's better if you don't know," said the baffling genet.
The listener suddenly felt a heavy pang in his chest. It was obvious where that was going.
As if on cue, Sol opened his eyes back up and touched the mink's lips with a single index like it was done before, "Don't be sad. I couldn't bear to taste your sadness in the wake of your happiness," he comforted, with a caring expression on his face.
"You keep saying things like that," Miles said, making it sound like a mere question, gently pulling Sol's hand away from his mouth. "You say it like I should have any idea of what you're talking about."
The exchange student shook his head, and clicked his tongue once, "I'm sorry," Solus apologized verbally. "I've been…this way for a long time. It's hard to remember what it was like, being otherwise – being like you."
Prower's mouth opened to ask another question, but he was interrupted by Sol again, "I know what you're going to ask," explained the ringtail, "but I can't tell you that, either. And you have no idea how much it hurts me that it's the case." The lithe form paused for a moment, leaving the fox in silence, and then carried on, "It hurts me. I haven't been able to say that in the longest time. Probably, it's been longer than that since I last felt the way you made me feel last night," the gentleman admitted, seeming guilty.
Nothing was making sense, and Miles wanted to cry, though, held back, "I'm never going to see you again, am I?" inquired the two-tail, his head poking down to the ground, but the eyes remaining fixed on his associate.
Sol nodded lightly, "No," he answered. "You don't deserve the danger I'd bring," followed an addition, welling Miles' eyes full of tears. "Listen," continued the speaker, holding the canine by the shoulder. "There's a difference between gratification and enjoyment…between doing what one has to do and what one wants to do. Last night, for me, was like…like gluttony. I could have stopped myself, but I didn't, because I didn't want to."
Another pause, the vulpine unable to stop little droplets of sadness falling from his oculars.
"Innocence…that's something that I'd forgotten the flavor and sensation of, Tails. I won't soon forget it again," the genet said with a hint of a smile on his face, but it did not win against the overall solemnity.
Miles went to interrupt, "But I wanted you to!" he choked out. "I-I…"
"Shhh," Sol hushed, stroking the fox's cheek affectionately, almost lovingly. "I know you did, and believe me that I don't take it for granted," he spoke, closing the eyes. "But you deserve to be able to give your innocence to someone better than me."
When those eyes opened again, they had returned to the radiant blue from the night before.
"What's going to happen now?" Tails asked, staring back into those glowing irises. "I'm scared…"
Solus ran his palm up to the vulpine's temples, and pressed softly, allowing a warm sensation pass through his body, "You won't be," the genet whispered, and those were the last word that the creature had heard before he felt a sudden compulsion to sleep come over him.
When Tails woke up, the fox, surprisingly, found his cheeks damp from tears and wondered, blinking confused from time to time, what possible reason had there been for him to cry?