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Shedletsky was going through one of the most embarrassing things ever.
He’d gone through this sort of thing as Telamon, once upon a time, but they went away once he turned into a normal guy. God, was he thankful for that. Envisioning how he’d hide away from his duties all day made him cringe.
Then he started going into heat again.
The first time it happened wasn’t bad. He barely even noticed it. Shedletsky thought, maybe the temperatures are rising, and went on with his day just a little more horny than usual.
This one hit like a bus.
He woke up hard as a rock. His entire body felt hypersensitive, a layer of sweat clinging to his skin as he curled up, shirtless on his mattress. His stomach and head hurt. He felt terrifyingly empty, an aching need to be full pulsing throughout his entire body. His boxers were two more rubs of fabric against his skin away from getting violently tugged off and thrown across the room.
It felt like the sun itself was giving him a blowjob, that was the only way he could describe it. His body temperature was spiking, but he was turned on all the time and it wouldn’t stop.
A faint vibration went through the bed and Shedletsky weakly picked up his phone, looking at the notification as it automatically turned on.
It was a text from Builderman.
“You wanna go to that new restaurant downtown? I invited Chance, Elliot, and Guest.”
Shedletsky nearly jolted as he read Guest’s name, his skin tingling. He let out a frustrated huff and opened the notification, beginning to type.
“Maybe some other day, man.” He hit the send button and then turned his phone off, pressing the cold surface of the screen against his neck.
He regretted that immediately, a buzz from his phone making the hairs on his arms stand up and a curse stumble out of his mouth. He let out a frustrated groan and reached out, turning his fan further down towards himself.
The notification read, “I guess we’ll have to go without you.”
Shedletsky frowned at the screen, quickly typing out a response.
“Don’t taunt me, think I’ve got a fever.” Or something close, Shed thought, sending the text.
The three little dots signified to Shed that Builderman was typing. They disappeared for a moment, then came back, a text appearing on the screen. “We’ll let you know if the food’s any good.”
Shedletsky sighed and typed a simple “K,” setting his phone down on the bed and burying his face into the pillow.
This was humiliating. His clothes stuck to his skin, every touch on his body felt enhanced, and unfortunately, his wings desperately needed to be preened.
The thing was, his wings were damn near impossible to preen by himself. Normally he’d get Builder to do it, but he wasn’t going to go anywhere with the state he was in.
Because, the elephant in the room, every brush of fabric, or the sheets underneath him, or every humiliatingly horny thought he had, went straight to his cock.
And he refused to jerk off, because for some god forsaken reason, all he could think about was one man.
Guest 1337.
His friend and companion.
Just thinking about him sent an unwanted shiver through every nerve in his body. He tried to keep his mind away from things like… the way he stood, or how he let Shedletsky mess around. Shed always noticed the way his eyebrows raised whenever Shedletsky made a jokey comment, or tried really hard to get him mad.
Guest would never fall for it, he knew how the former god was, but Shed loved that expression on his face. He liked the way Guest picked up on everything.
Shedletsky only noticed the fact that he was rutting his hips into his bed when a pathetically needy moan slipped out of his lips. He felt his face flush even further and he groaned, frustrated.
He’s got to get himself together.
Shed shifted onto his side so his face was towards the fan, a shameful grimace on his face.
He was not going to survive the day. It was already 1 PM and he’d been in his bed all day, desperately trying to keep his hands out of his pants. Guest 1337 kept drifting across his mind, the way he stretched, his beard, those eyes, god, mostly the way he stretched.
His physique was admirable (he’d use the word attractive if he wasn’t already disappointed in himself), Shedletsky would pay to see the way his shirt rode up slightly every time he stretched—
“Oh my god, I’m losing it.” He said aloud, covering his face with his hands. His boxers brushed against his cock slightly at the movement and he inhaled sharply. Shedletsky’s face shifted into an annoyed expression. He reached down and shoved his shorts and boxers off at the same time, shame flooding in as his erect cock sprang free, flushed and leaking.
“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” Shedletsky kicked his shorts and boxers off, wrapping his hand messily around his dick. He let out a shaky breath as he began moving his hand, pacing himself. Guest was unfortunately all he could think about. He could only imagine going to the gym with him or… something.
Shedletsky didn’t know how to work out (it shows😂😂 fatass). Telamon was notably muscular, but he was flying or sword fighting every second of the day. He hadn’t had a good sword fight with anyone in forever, and he hadn't gone to the gym since the transition from Telamon to what he was now.
He would most definitely embarrass himself if he tried to work out at the gym, but it would be worth it. He’d get to see Guest in that tight tank top. Shedletsky fucking loved the way that thing looked on Guest, it was the easiest to see his body in without his shirt just being off.
His face flushed at the thought and let out a breathy moan as he twisted his hand.
It was gonna be a long day.
woah its so crazy how theres a time skip here i wonder how that happened. anyways…
Shedletsky felt even worse. It was almost the middle of the night, jerking off hadn’t helped, and he couldn’t fall asleep when nothing got him cooled down enough.
He had a thought. A brief, incredibly idiotic thought, but he didn’t want to stay up all night. The heat would only end if he got fucked. He couldn’t fuck himself, obviously. He could rub one out for temporary relief, but it wouldn’t get him too much in the long run.
He was going to ask Guest 1337 for help.
As appalling as the idea was, showing up on Guest’s doorstep in the middle of the night with a massive boner asking to get fucked, the idea of relief was far too tempting.
The worst he could say is no. Guest probably doesn’t know how heat cycles work, if he declined, Shed could just make up some half assed excuse and say mating cycles make you do stupid shit like that. Then everything would be fine and dandy.
Shed let out a loud, overdramatic sigh. He needed preening, too. The two sort of went together with how sensitive he was at the moment.
Another heavy sigh left his lips as he shifted to the edge of the bed and stood up, retrieving his clothes. They came on with a bit of a struggle and a string of pleasured noises, the slight brushes of fabric still sending shockwaves throughout his body.
The car ride there felt like it lasted a millenia. He kept shifting his legs, trying to ignore the erection in his pants straining against its confines. But the shifting would cause the hairs on his arms to stand up and shivers to go down his spine. He was painfully hard, he just wanted to get his brains fucked out already.
Shedletsky was finally there at Guest’s door, after what his watch said was less than 10 minutes. He could have sworn it was longer. He’d picked Guest up from his house a couple of times. Him and the rest of (what you know as the survivors) did a lot of things as a group, so he had everyone’s addresses saved in his phone.
He shifted his legs uncomfortably, trying really hard (get it) to hide the obvious straining of his pants.
Then he rang the doorbell.
As far as he was aware, Guest lived alone. No other cars in the driveway, no mention of anyone else, so hopefully he wasn’t waking anyone else up. And god forbid Guest had a wife at home, Shedletsky would pass away on the spot.
After an awkward moment of silence aside from the quiet repetitive tap of his shoe on the concrete, the door opened.
Shedletsky made a quite horrifying realization as soon as he saw Guest 1337 crack open the door.
The man wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Shedletsky gulped, eyes lingering for a moment too long.
“God, Shed, it’s 11:30, what do you need?” Guest asked, his face quickly conveying obvious concern. “You look terrible.” He observed. Shed silently prayed that he didn’t notice his obvious staring at Guest’s tits.
Shedletsky’s face warmed slightly. “H-Hey there, pal, uh… care to let me in?” Shed asked, a nervous grin on his face. Guest observed him for a moment, eyes widening slightly. The avian followed his gaze down, unfortunately realizing Guest 1337 (once again, his friend and companion) was staring at the obvious boner in his pants. Shedletsky flushed and pulled his shirt down to cover it. He was starting to severely regret this decision, unable to meet the other’s eyes.
“Uh… yeah, come in.” Guest pried his eyes away and opened the door further, letting Shedletsky in. The shorter practically threw himself through the doorway, sighing in relief as he heard the door close behind him. “I thought you had a fever.”
Shedletsky almost squirmed in place, his wings twitching.
“I…” Shedletsky started, turning around to face Guest. He just needed to be honest. This was the hardest part, everything else should be smooth sailing. “So… I’ve sort of.. s..started going into heat again.” He explained, embarrassment worsening. Guest simply stared at him for a moment.
And then he snickered.
It didn’t seem to Shed that Guest was trying to mock him, but it slipped through, and it just made everything worse. He couldn’t hide the way his cheeks flushed without embarrassing himself even further. He liked the way Guest smiled, even if it was a little humiliating.
Shedletsky looked away, a stubborn frown on his face. The slight shift caused his clothes to rub against his skin and he stifled a whine.
“Look, I… nnh… I came all the way out here for a reason, I c..can’t sleep.” Shedletsky explained, taking a few steps forward and gripping Guest’s shoulders, a desperate look on his face. “G-Guest, you gotta help me, man.” He begged, trying to shake him to prove his point, but Guest stood there firmly. He barely even flinched.
Shedletsky looked up at Guest for a moment, pleading. He felt a slight pressure on either sides of his waist as 1337 rested his hands above his hips. Shedletsky bit his lip and let out a muffled moan at the touch. Guest raised his eyebrows.
“Damn…” Guest murmured, experimentally taking his hands away for a second. Shedletsky’s face flushed and he looked to the side, trying to ignore the fact that he had ended up face to face with Guest’s… chest.
He could feel his ego slipping.
“S..Sorry I… uh… I also kinda need my wings preened, but…” Shedletsky swallowed dryly, shifting his legs. “You know, my wings are really sensitive.” He tried at a nervous grin, probably coming out a lot more forced than he intended. As if begging Guest to touch them, his wings twitched. The veteran seemed to notice, his eyes tracing the feathers on the wings on his head and on his back. Shedletsky felt exposed and humiliated. He was still sweaty and overheated. His shorts were too tight and his shirt felt almost sticky.
He wanted these clothes off and fast.
A light, hesitant touch at the base of his wing turned into gently rubbing circles on it and Shedletsky let out a slutty moan, collapsing forward and…
… faceplanting into the other’s chest.
This day could not get any more embarrassing.
Shedletsky gripped Guest’s biceps and turned his head so his cheek was pressed against the man’s chest instead. He started squirming, nails pressing crescent shaped dents into 1337’s skin. The rubbing didn’t stop. Shedletsky was painfully aware of every little movement against his wings. The gentle circular motion might have felt comforting during any other time of year, but right now it was just feeding into his aching arousal.
“nnnhh… G-Guest, I.. fuck..” He whined, hips rutting into Guest’s thigh. God, this was humiliating. If Telamon was looking down on him right now, they’d probably tell him to kill himself.
They’d probably say that regardless of the situation, nevermind.
The rubbing suddenly stopped and the warmth of Guest’s hands left his body. Shedletsky leaned back and took his hands away, eyes darting anywhere except for Guest.
“Fuck, that was.. embarrassing.” Shed mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. Guest stared at him for a second, eyes wide and face slightly flushed.
“It’s fine. We should probably move to my bedroom. I can… try to preen your wings.” Guest offered quietly. Shedletsky tried at a cocky grin, the effect most definitely lowered because of the sheen of sweat on his skin and the visible boner in his pants.
“Great, lead the way, I’m tired of waiting.” Shedletsky took his hands away and then crossed his arms, trying to appear nonchalant. Guest chuckled slightly and then started walking back up the stairs, Shedletsky following close behind.
The taller stopped in front of a door and opened it, walking into the room. Shedletsky wandered in after him, hearing the door close behind him with a soft click. 1337 slowly made his way over to the bed and sat down, [insert more professional way to say criss cross applesauce here]. He sat towards the pillows, which there seemed to be way too many of.
“You can sit with your wings facing me.” Guest suggested, looking up at Shedletsky.
He looked hot as fuck. Shed stared at him for a moment, eyes trailing down his arms and his torso.
“You gonna sit down or just stare at me?” Guest asked, smirking slightly. Shedletsky grinned and walked over to the bed.
He paused for a second. “Uh… can I take these things off? I’m overheating.” Shed asked, his wings twitching. Guest looked up at him, a look that Shedletsky could only describe as patience in his eyes. That was a quality that the former god lacked.
Guest inched forward and hooked his thumbs under Shed’s shorts and boxers together, looking into his eyes for permission. He was always quieter, expressions saying more than words could. Shedletsky would talk enough for the both of them. Unfortunately right now, the words were stuck in his throat.
Guest had shut him up for once.
Shedletsky rocked his hips forward and bit his lip, trying to signify that he wanted them off. Fortunately that worked, as Guest slowly tugged them down, finally freeing his aching shaft. It bounced slightly, causing heat to creep up his neck. He let out a quiet hiss as the cold air hit him, digging his teeth into his lip.
Guest, focused as ever, silently moved his hands up to Shedletsky’s shirt and shifted onto his knees so he was able to tug it off easier. Shed felt the fabric drag across his skin as Guest pulled his shirt off, causing his breathing to speed up.
“There we go.” Guest mumbled, setting Shedletsky’s clothes to the side. He returned to his place on the bed, the sheets rustling slightly as he moved. Shed crawled onto the mattress and sat down, back and wings facing Guest. He took a deep breath.
“How should I… do this?” Guest asked quietly. Shedletsky looked over his shoulder at the other. The soldier looked slightly puzzled, brows furrowed as he looked at his wings. The former god found himself smirking slightly.
“Take out any feathers that are too loose, they get a little poky and uncomfortable. You can just run your hands through the feathers to find them. That should deal with the rest of the stuff, just start up here—” Shedletsky reached his arm behind his back and pointed to the highest point on his wing “—and then move down.” Guest nodded and lightly brushed his hand on the tallest part of Shed’s wing. The avian shuddered, his nails digging into his palms.
He felt Guest’s large hand steady and gently run down his wing. “Nnnnnhh… fuckk…” He moaned, clutching the sheets underneath him. Guest paused his movement for a second. A feather had shifted out of place as he ran his hand over it. The man gently plucked it out and continued his slow movements, repeating the process. All while Shedletsky kept whining and mumbling incoherent curses.
Guest seemed to have gotten all of the feathers that were sticking out on that wing. He silently moved onto the other one and began the same action. Shedletsky glanced over his shoulder, noticing the focused look on Guest’s face. The other was biting his lip slightly, a bulge forming in his pants. Shedletsky grinned and tilted his head back to look at him. Guest didn’t budge, still focused on his wings.
“Getting worked up from all this nn..noise I'm making?” Shedletsky teased, wiggling his hips slightly. Guest’s face flushed, giving Shedletsky a brief glare.
“Quit moving.” Guest commanded, picking another loose feather out of Shed’s wing. The former god’s grin widened and he straightened up, letting out a louder moan on purpose as Guest continued working on his wings. He looked over his shoulder and glanced at the other’s expression. He still looked too focused, but he was slipping.
Shedletsky’s wings twitched and he spread them out slightly, shifting so he was closer to Guest. He leaned back and pressed the back of his head against the man’s chest.
“Think you can do it like this?” He smirked, looking up at Guest’s unamused expression.
“No, I can’t. Sit up.” Guest brought his hands up and gently rubbed at the base of either of Shedletsky’s headwings. Shed shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut, a drawn out moan leaving his mouth. He slowly pushed himself up once the small rubbing motion ceased. He didn’t stop playing around though, slowly inching back until he could feel something blatantly poking against his rear. He wiggled his hips and Guest grunted, his unoccupied hand moving down to Shedletsky’s hip and slightly pressing his nails into it.
Shed continued grinding against Guest’s clothed erection, forcing a moan out of Guest at the movement.
“Fuck… Shedletsky… nghh..” Guest mumbled quietly, grip on Shedletsky’s hip tightening as his clothed dick rubbed against the other’s hole. His pants were awfully tight and it was getting uncomfortable. Seeing Shedletsky whining and squirming while… unclothed… all because of him—it had awoken something in him he didn’t know was there. Sure, he found Shed attractive on… occasion, but Shedletsky ending up on his doorstep practically begging for Guest to fuck him was…
Shedletsky heard Guest moan again, his hips desperately lifting up into the pressure. The gentle touches and careful care on his wings were gone, replaced by a firm grip on his hips that caused him to groan. His skin was still hyper-sensitive, every warm touch from Guest’s hands feeding into that pathetic urge to let out noises that would force him onto levels of humiliation he didn’t even know existed.
He was desperate because of the heat, sure, but he could handle a little foreplay. Shedletsky shifted off of Guest’s lap and got on his hands and knees, keeping himself on the mattress. Shed leaned down, a slight arch in his back and his face near Guest’s groin. He grinned up at the other, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down with his teeth.
“You can’t seriously sleep in jeans.” Shedletsky joked, muffled by the metal in his mouth. Guest bit his lip as he looked down at him.
“I don’t, I had to put them on before I answered the door.” Guest kept eye contact with Shedletsky, his face and the tips of his ears painted a light pink. Shedletsky hummed, hooking his fingers under the waistband of the man’s jeans and tugging them down.
“Should have left em’ off.” Shed joked, palming Guest’s erection through his boxers. Guest whined and his hips bucked up into the touch. The avian’s grin widened and he retracted his hand, watching the way Guest’s brows furrowed in frustration. “Look, man, you’re supposed to be the one fucking me here. Not the other way around.”
He tugged Guest’s boxers down, salivating at the sheer size of what just presented itself in front of him. He reached out and wrapped his hand around it, thumb rubbing the tip, smearing precum and drawing a pleasured groan out of Guest.
“Let’s not waste any time, I want this thing inside me.” Shedletsky stroked him a little faster, then withdrew his hand, watching as Guest whined at the loss of friction. The man ran his hand through his hair and then returned his attention to Shedletsky.
“Can I move you? Like switch our positions?” Guest asked, hands finding their way to Shed’s shoulders.
“Oh, please do.” The avian grinned up at the other, clearly pleased with the fact that he had managed to get himself into this situation. Before he knew it, Guest’s grip tightened and he dragged him further up onto himself with ease. Then he flipped the two over, a hand planted on Shedletsky’s chest as he pinned him down to the bed. Guest had easily knocked the wind out of him, but he wasn’t complaining.
The former god felt hands on the backs of his thighs, pushing him up the bed with a rustle of the sheets. The warmth of Guest’s hands moved to his hips after he set the undersides of Shedletsky’s legs on his shoulders, looking up at him patiently.
“You alright?” Guest’s thumbs traced small, comforting circles on Shedletsky’s hips. Not that the avian needed them.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Shed swayed his hips a little, trying to get Guest to just get on with it. He heard the man below him chuckle.
And then he felt something.
A warm, wet feeling against his hole. He shuddered out a gasp and a stammered “fuck,” his body going rigid. Guest’s tongue prodded gently, before delving into Shedletsky’s ass.
“Nnnnhh.. Guesttt… fuckk…” Shed clutched the blankets, eyes screwed tightly shut. His thighs nearly crushed Guest’s head. Shedletsky’s entire body was still hyper-sensitive, he panted with every small movement of Guest’s tongue.
He most definitely wasn’t expecting the veteran to do anything like this, but he’d be damned if it didn’t feel really fucking good.
He whined, Guest’s name stumbling out of his open mouth. He felt his tongue reach spots deeper than he thought possible. He hadn’t been fucked in the ass since he quit godhood, and before then he’d only done that kinda thing maybe once or twice.
Anticipation coursed through his veins, and then a jolt of pleasure went through his body as he felt Guest’s tongue moving. His fingers gripped the sheets tightly, mouth slightly opened and letting out an abundance of slutty noises.
A sudden shockwave of pleasure overwhelmed him, arching his back off of the mattress. “F-Fuck- Guest!” His voice came out as a loud moan, his hips bucking into nothing for a reason that was unbeknownst to him. Guest’s tongue kept brushing against that spot, and desperate mewls and moans kept slipping out of his mouth.
Then everything felt less intense, the appendage that was stretching him out retracted and slipped out. Guest’s head resurfaced, and there were two fingers being shoved into his mouth before he could say anything. He obediently coated them in his own spit, still breathing heavily through his nose. He hadn’t expected this to go as well as it did.
“I gotta stretch you out more, It’s gonna hurt if I go in like this.” Guest explained, spreading apart the two digits in Shedletsky’s mouth to get them more thoroughly coated. Shed whined, a desperate, humiliating noise to which Guest gently pulled his fingers out. A quiet, “Hm?” left the soldier, teasing smile tugging at his lips.
“Just fuck me already, man, I can’t do this anymore.” Shedletsky groaned, grinding down against Guest’s cock. He didn’t care how bad it would hurt, he needed this heat to end already. The veteran seemed to hesitate for a moment, an unsure expression on his face. “I promise I’ll be fine.” He insisted.
“Alright…” 1337 mumbled, using the spit to slick up his own shaft. Shedletsky groaned quietly at the sight, spreading his legs further apart. Guest placed one hand on Shedletsky’s thigh, the other one aiding in lining himself up.
He pushed in slowly, the sting being a lot worse than Shed had anticipated. Once Guest buried himself to the hilt, he leaned down and took Shedletsky’s chin in his hand. The avian moved his hands to grip the back of Guest’s head, pulling him into a heated kiss. 1337 quickly leaned into it, thumbs rubbing small circles in Shed’s thighs as he let him adjust to the stretch.
And once he did, it felt amazing.
Shedletsky moaned into the kiss, just barely pulling back so he could speak. “Fuck, Guest, move.” He choked out, his nails digging into Guest’s scalp. The soldier nodded, slowly pulling out to about halfway, then slamming back in. The former god moaned, back arching off of the mattress. He could feel the shape of Guest’s dick dragging against his walls as he pulled back out, ramming in again.
“O-Oh fuck, Guest, faster..” Shedletsky groaned, heat coiling in his stomach. He could feel his release coming and Guest had barely even given him a few thrusts, how embarrassing.
Guest obeyed, almost pulling all the way out, then slamming back in, repeating the process a lot faster than before. Shed could feel the wind knocked out of him with every thrust, mouth agape and knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the sheets. Strings of incoherent curses and moans leaving his open mouth.
Then Guest angled his hips slightly, directly slamming into his prostate almost instantly. Shedletsky let out a strangled moan, overwhelmed with white hot pleasure. Stars clouded his vision as the veteran above him hit that spot again. His eyes were flickering between being screwed shut and wide open. 1337 reached up and gently rubbed at the base of one of Shedletsky’s headwings.
“Oh fffuck!” Shed moaned, seemingly unable to move on from the “f” sound for a second. His words barely came out intelligably, he had to put in an insane amount of effort just to put a sentence together. Guest continued massaging the sensitive area, Shedletsky just blabbering pleasured nonsense. The feeling was heavenly.
“Guest, please, I… nnnhh…” He whined, his headwings flapping in a way that seemed almost distressed. The veteran paused for a moment, his thrusts slowing down into gentle rolls of his hips. His hand retracted.
“Do you need me to—”
“Nononono, please don’t stop..” Shedletsky whimpered, biting his lip. His hips chased Guest every time he pulled out. 1337 hesitantly continued his original pace and his hands returned to the sides of Shed’s face, that feeling of constant pleasure once again overwhelming him. He was so close.
“Gue—.. nmh.. Guest, I.. I’m close, fuckk..” He moaned, his feathers puffed up on every wing. His back wings stretched out to either side, flapping and making noise as feathers rustled against each other. His hips lifted up to grind against Guest’s abs, landing around his belly button. It just added to the amount of pleasure he was being overloaded with. His headwings were splayed out, all of the feathers spread apart.
Guest’s fingers were so gentle as they rubbed small circles around the base of Shedletsky’s wings. Shed’s wings stretched further out, looking like he was about to take flight. His back lifted off of the mattress as a loud, broken noise left his mouth.
Cum splattered in between their stomachs, hot and sticky against Shedletsky’s skin. He blinked his eyes open and managed to process the fact that Guest was still going. His head was buried in the former god’s neck, breathing through the smell of sweat as he continued to thrust in and out. Shedletsky whimpered, his flaccid cock slowly coming back up. The heat still hadn’t ended yet.
Guest needed to cum in him.
“Guest, please, cum in me.. the heat is still going..” He whined, writhing slightly under the soldier. 1337 bit down on Shed’s collarbone and gripped onto his love handles, burying himself balls deep as he came.
Shedletsky felt warm liquid flood his insides. He whined as he was satisfyingly filled up. Guest pulled his hands away from the admin’s stomach, instead slithering them around his back in a weak hug.
The two laid there for a moment, the veteran still sheathed in Shedletsky’s ass. Their breathing synchronized, the only sound in the room. Shed smiled weakly, a hand drifting down to Guest’s hair. He gently rubbed his scalp, still looking up at the ceiling.
His back was sweaty, but he didn’t feel as feverish anymore. The former god sighed, resting his eyes for a moment.
Guest slowly pulled out his limp cock, watching as cum leaked from Shedletsky’s ass. He forced himself to his feet and looked down at the wrecked body below him.
“You okay?” He asked, leaning forward and cupping Shed’s face in his hands. Shedletsky grinned, albeit with a lack of energy.
“I’m fine, just tired. You… thanks for helping me out.” The avian mumbled, leaning further into the bed. His wings curled inward, wrapping around his torso. Guest ran his fingers through Shed’s curly locks, taking pride in the way he relaxed and leaned into his hand.
“I’m gonna go start a bath, try not to fall asleep.” Guest leaned in and kissed the admin’s flushed cheek, standing up and walking over to the bathroom.
Shedletsky just silently watched as yellow light spilled out into the room, eyes tracing Guest’s form as he turned the water on.
His eyes closed and he pulled his legs up to be covered by his wings, feeling the liquid in his insides shift and leak a bit. He tried his best to ignore it as he dozed off.