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Ororon's ear twitched at the uncharacteristic curse from the bathroom. What was Thrain doing in there? He was tempted to go see if something was wrong, but Thrain was a big boy. He could handle anything that could happen to him in Ororon's bathroom. Thrain peeked around the door before Ororon could move anyway.
"Close your eyes."
Ororon raised a brow. What part of Thrain undressing involved cursing? Why had he gone to the bathroom to do it? What had he changed into?
"I've seen it all before."
"Ororon."
"Okay."
Ororon closed his eyes and listened to Thrain cross the room. He stood when Thrain's bare hands took his own and pulled him to his feet. Slowly Thrain led him across the room to his bedroom where he sat him down on the bed. Excitement hummed through Ororon as he tried to stay still and keep his eyes shut until Thrain finally told him he could look.
Thrain stood in the room wearing that lingerie Ororon had gotten him weeks ago. He had insisted it wouldn't look good, but he couldn't have been more wrong. Shades of sheer and lacey black and gold cupped him in all the right places. The thin fabrics barely covered or contained him and pride at making the right choice shot through Ororon. From the blush adorning his cheeks down to his stocking-clad feet Thrain was perfect.
"Finally decided to give it a try?"
"It's your birthday," Thrain stated so plainly. "And you seem so keen on the idea."
"You're even more beautiful than I had imagined."
There Thrain went with his doubting expression. Ororon ignored it to beckon him closer. Closer. Until he was in grabbing range and Ororon gleefully grabbed two handfuls of his bare ass to urge him into his lap. Thrain's hand fell heavy on his shoulder and his thighs spread so easy. Ororon kissed and sucked and bit at the expanse of his chest.
"Ororon." Thrain hummed and stroked the back of his ear. "This isn't quite what I had in mind."
Ororon nuzzled the wet skin and looked up at Thrain.
"Then what was?"
"I considered trying to..." He scowled. "Never mind, it would be unworthy. Do with me as you please."
Ororon observed his expression and stroked up his back to tangle his fingers in Thrain's hair and gently pull his head back. Whatever it was, Ororon would get it out of him another time. With Thrain's throat now fully exposed, Ororon set to marking him up. A bite here, with a lick to soothe the sting. A light bruise sucked into his skin there. And Thrain growing hard in his lap. Breathing his low moans, his grip tightening on Ororon's shoulder.
At the first roll of his hips, Ororon chuckled and looked down. Thrain was straining against the material of the expensive panties — Ororon wondered if he'd pop free or break them. Before either could happen Thrain was off him, hauling him properly onto the bed where Ororon lay back with a laugh.
"Come here and kiss me."
Thrain crawled over him and gave him a single– two quick kisses. Ororon chased after his lips to get pushed back into the bedding. As Thrain left him to grab the lube, Ororon hurriedly discarded his own clothes. He didn't want to waste any time.
And when Thrain returned to his position straddling him, Ororon beckoned him forward again. Up onto his knees in front of him. Ororon nuzzled his clothed cock, mouthed at it through the fabric and enjoyed Thrain's moan.
"Let me help you with that," Ororon purred.
He pulled the fabric down and watched Thrain's delicious cock spring free. Licking his lips he urged Thrain forward into his eagerly open mouth. Thrain's groan was loud and open as Ororon worked his mouth around him just the way Thrain liked it. Every subtle shift of Thrain's hips against his face urged him to moan louder, to encourage Thrain for more.
The gasp Thrain let out when his slick fingers pushed in was loud. His hand landed heavy between his ears for leverage, hips pushing back onto Ororon's fingers.
"Oro- Ah, stop."
Ororon released his cock and kissed along the length of him instead. He loved having Thrain's cock in his face. He was so big — and not just his cock, all of him was big and beautiful and Ororon could never get enough. His kisses were laid upon Thrain's abdomen, his stomach. He left a wet trail of kisses and sharp nips as Thrain lowered himself to his lap once more. Eagerly Ororon grasped at his thick thighs, where the top of the stockings made a slight dent in the soft muscle.
When Thrain took him in it was fast, heavy, the weight of him settling on Ororon's hips making him groan. Thrain didn't wait to adjust — never did when they were in this position — and the controlled lift and fall of every bounce was mesmerizing. Thrain hadn't lost his muscle, he kept up his routine and burned away any fat, but he had certainly gained a softness to his form he didn't previously have. He looked healthier now, fuller. Ororon moaned and rubbed his hands along Thrain's sides. The lingerie truly emphasized his form in all the right ways.
...In particular, his pecs. There was enough bounce to attract Ororon's attention and hold it and he had never before understood the appeal of someone's chest bouncing at you, but now he did. Ororon stared and stared and he was loathe to interrupt the sight before him, but he needed to feel. He cupped them first, to feel the way they bounced in his palms. Groped the soft muscle and delighted in the way his fingers dug in just that little bit. Thrain had always been sensitive to his nipples being toyed with and now was no exception. He gasped and hissed and moaned under Ororon's expert attention, and Thrain's soon uncoordinated thrusts stopped as he came messily on Ororon's torso. Watching him sent Ororon over the edge as well which was perfect because all that muscle was gorgeous, but it also made Thrain heavy and Ororon had difficulties thrusting up into him.
"More," Ororon meant to ask once he had caught his breath, but it came out more of a demand.
Instead Thrain laughed, "Let me recover first," as he rolled off him.
Ororon draped himself over Thrain with a light purr. Sweat clung to them and the lingerie; Ororon didn't know how washable it was. But the mess didn't bother him. He could be content lying atop Thrain and doing nothing else for the rest of the night.
"Thanks for doing this." Ororon plucked at the fabric as he rest his chin between Thrain's pecs.
"I wanted to do something a little more special."
Ororon crawled up over him to kiss him again.
"I love you." Thrain always said it so softly, like it was just for Ororon to hear. It was simple, but it still made Ororon warm with happiness and tonight Ororon said it back in the same soft tone.