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AZ had been sitting at the front desk he was usually at, dealing with a bit of paperwork he had been meaning to catch up on. It was boring, a little dreary, but the coffee and small plate of macarons helped make it a bit better… and his dearest Floette, of course.
She was perched on the desk, nibbling on a purple macaron (lavender flavored, if he remembered correctly) as AZ dealt with the boring part of the work. He gently rubbed the top of her head with a finger, where Floette let out an adorable croon.
AZ barely looked up from his paperwork when the door to the hotel opened.
"Welcome to Hotel Z," he greeted.
Though, he was surprised when he saw a mess of black hair that barely poked out above the front desk.
"Hi AZ," the young, childlike voice replied in a Japanese accent.
"I… Ryo?"
AZ was baffled, to say the least. There was one of the newest members of Team MZ, Ryo, but… younger? The boy still had the pale skin, short, messy black hair, red eyes, and all the piercings he had as a nineteen year old, but… he was smaller, softer looking.
"… what in the name of Arceus happened to you?"
Ryo sighed heavily, looking down at his own body as he replied, "Reality shifting portals happened. I really don’t know if this is permanent and I’ll have to grow up again or if it’ll wear off or something."
Despite his casual tone, AZ could see the boy twirl one of his snake bites between his teeth, a self soothing method he’s learned to look for.
AZ sighed, and soothingly ruffled Ryo’s hair, his large hand even larger than usual against the small boy’s head. They locked eyes, and Ryo could see the look AZ gave him clearly. 'Calm down.'
"Ryo. There’s no point in stressing on what has already happened, only in what you decide to do next," he said calmly, still petting the boy’s head. "If you so wish, when done with my duties around the hotel, I will speak with you further on this."
Ryo nodded a little as AZ’s hand retreated, a light dusting of pink appearing on his face.
"Uhm… yeah. I’ll talk with you later, see ya."
The boy walked off to the lobby elevator, having to reach up higher than normal to press the buttons.
"… holy shit."
"Kyu?"
"When you live for three thousand years, you think you’ve seen it all…" AZ muttered.
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It was… maybe a little after ten when AZ went to bed? Yes, about then. He sat down on his bed, carefully taking off his knee brace to begin to undress while Floette started to help take his hair out of its braid.
AZ carefully slipped off his pants and shirt, changing into some pieced together sleep pants and a nightgown that fitted more like a shirt on him. He pulled his hair out of the shirt and took hold of a brush that Floette brought over for him.
"Ah, thank you, my dear."
"Kyu!"
AZ began to gently brush through the silvery-white tresses, removing any little tangles as Floette curled up on a small pillow AZ kept on the side table by the bed.
Well, until he heard a knock.
AZ set the brush down, grasped his cane in hand, and carefully stood up. The lock of the door clicked and the old hinges squeaked quietly as AZ peered outside.
There was Ryo, still in that small, childlike body.
"Ah, Ryokkoshyke, please wait a moment-"
AZ turned around to fetch his brace and put on slippers, but when he looked over, Ryo was sitting on the corner of the bed.
"What? Where did you-?" AZ asked, looking back and forth from where Ryo was and where he is now. "Oh, nevermind… why are you in my bedroom now, child?"
Ryo tilted his head, "Well… it’s night. You aren’t wearing your knee brace, I don’t want you hassling all the way downstairs for us to talk."
"Should I… get off?"
AZ sighed, closing the door, "No, no. I… I suppose it’s plenty fine, Ryo."
The old man slowly approached and placed his cane down by the bedside table as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked over at Ryo, maybe a little confused.
"And… might I know why you’re wearing that very oversized shirt? I swear you had on more fitting clothes when I saw you in the lobby earlier."
Ryo perked up and looked down at himself. Yeah, he suppose he was. His current outfit consisted of an oversized black t-shirt and only the shirt, rather than the shirt and jeans he wore earlier. The boy sighed and let his disguise fall.
AZ watched as human skin melted away into snowy fur, black hair turned white and red and wispy, nails became dark claws, nose turned into snout, and red eyes turned yellow.
Ryo scratched his claws through the collar of fur around his neck. Likely a self-soothing habit.
"Creating illusions of clothes doesn’t feel the greatest…" the boy replied. He seemed nervous about revealing himself, pointy ears drooping.
AZ almost couldn’t breathe when he saw the little Zorua boy. This was an extinct genus of the Pokémon, one that hadn’t been seen in probably centuries. His scientific mind immediately jumping from thought to thought about how this boy even existed. Hisuian variants have been extinct for ages by now, so how was Ryokkoshyke even here? Sitting on his bed no less?
"Ah… please don’t make me regret this, I’m taking a… pretty big risk showing my true form…" Ryo murmured, twiddling with his claws.
AZ shook himself out of his daze. "Oh, no, of course not, boy. I would not tell a soul if you didn’t allow it," he said softly, trying to soothe the boy. He desperately wanted to ask about how Ryo existed, to let him examine the boy and take notes, to figure out the mystery of how a Hisuian Zorua lived in this day and age. However, he didn’t really want to overwhelm the kid, so he refrained to the best of his ability. He wasn’t sure for how long, though.
Ryo seemed to relax at the reassurance, but AZ spoke first.
"Now, I have two questions for you, Ryo. One… how do you even exist? I understand now may not be the time, but-"
"No, it’s fine. I’m an anomaly, I get it," Ryo replied. "I… don’t want to share just everything yet… it still hurts to remember… but the gist is that I was a normal human being, but was then injected with Pokémon DNA during early fetal development. That’s all I know of my origin."
AZ hummed in thought. That sounded scientifically impossible, but he supposed the DNA could have been altered in some way to make it compatible with a human fetus.
"But what was your second question?"
AZ perked up a little at Ryo’s words.
"Ah, yes, my second question…" he murmured. "That is, why did you come to my private suite? Do you wish to talk?"
Ryo pursed his lips, half making a hum and a grumble type of sound as he kicked his legs against the side of the bed. "I… I’m not sure. I think I wanted to talk… but I think I just wanted company, too…" he trailed off.
AZ’s gaze softened as he made an assumption, an educated guess about the boy.
"Were you… tired of hiding? Of disguising who you were? Did my invitation to talk earlier give you confidence in me?"
Ryo thought for a little. Then, he turned his head and nodded a little, scooting closer.
…
"May I touch your hair, child?"
A simple nod in response.
AZ began to slowly card his weathered, bony fingers through the boy’s snowy hair, twirling one reddened, wispy end around the finger before going back to the scalp. He smiled as he felt Ryo lean into the gentle touch.
"You quite like this, don’t you?" AZ chuckled, scratching behind one of Ryo’s ears.
All that came from the boy was a soft, almost embarrassed, foxy sounding whine. But despite that, he scooted even closer.
After gently scratching at Ryo’s scalp for a little bit, AZ looked over the boy, his voice quiet as he spoke "Ryokkoshyke… I apologize if this is overstepping, but would you mind if I study you?"
Ryo’s eyes snapped open.
"I… what? Like… how would you even do that?"
AZ patted Ryo’s head before he pulled his hand back and reached for a small notepad and pen on the bedside table.
"Ah, just observations, maybe a few measurements, possibly a few questions… is that alright with you?"
"Oh, uhm…" Ryo looked down at his lap nervously, hands (paws?) curling up over his knees. "Sure…? I guess?"
AZ looked back over to Ryo and placed a large hand on the Zorua boy’s shoulder, gently rubbing his thumb over the clothed skin, "Ryo, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I am perfectly capable of understanding and respecting a no."
Ryo shook his head, making his ears flop around. "No, no, I’m okay with it. I just…"
AZ’s brows furrowed.
"Just… what?"
"I just have… had issues in medical settings before…"
Ah. AZ hummed a little. He could understand why, the boy probably had a lot of medical trauma, but…
"However, this isn’t a medical setting, Ryo. I told you that I can take a 'no,' child, you don’t have to make excuses," he said calmly, not wanting to push too far.
Ryo took a few deep breaths, thinking and thinking as they sat in silence. AZ kept his hand on the Zorua’s shoulder, making himself known as a firm, grounding presence.
It really took a minute for Ryo to speak again, but when he did he replied with, "I… I give permission. You can study me."
AZ tried not to let his excitement show too much as he grasped his notepad once more.
"Alright, please just stay still for now," he said, now scrawling on the paper with the pen. He really just started with a simple sketch of the boy, making sure to capture the unique features and even pointing out specific anatomy like in professional books.
Eventually, he took hold of Ryo’s tiny hands and began to look over them. The fur was quite soft, and his claws were a dark contrast to the grey, almost white color of the fur.
"You have paw pads," he noted, looking over the red pads on the boy’s hands.
"Uhm… yeah. What about them?" Ryo asked.
AZ simply wrote something down in his notepad before going back to messing with those little paws. He ran his fingers over the squishy pad, feeling the texture of the soft skin and causing Ryo to squirm a little from the ticklish sensation.
He didn’t have a tape measure, but AZ did know his hands, from wrist to the tip of his longest finger, were about 30 centimeters each, so he used them to get rough estimates. He was a little too narrow sighted at the moment to ask, as he was just so intrigued, and he began to place his hands over the boy’s appendages and doing a bit of math to get the relative measurements of Ryo’s body.
Ryo… continued to squirm. Not a whole lot, but enough that it quickly showed AZ how uncomfortable he was getting.
The old man stopped in his tracks, hand still surrounding the small thigh he was measuring, before letting go of the leg he had placed in his lap.
"A-ah… my apologies, Ryokkoshyke, I… seem to have gotten carried away," he croaked, then cleared his throat. "I apologize if I overstepped here."
Ryo glanced away, was he flushing? You can’t tell very easily with the fur in the way. But he kept his legs in AZ’s lap.
"Why were you… uhh… t-touching me?" he asked with a squeak.
AZ placed a hand over his face, covering his darkening cheeks.
"Ah… the way you said that makes it sound weird, child."
"B-because it is???"
AZ sighed, "I was just trying to measure you, Ryo."
Ryo looked even more confused.
"Wh- why not use a tape measure or something??" Ryo questioned.
AZ sighed once more, heavier this time. "Because I don’t have one readily available. I was using my hands because Taunie wanted to measure them once, and they just happen to be around thirty centimeters."
Ryo went silent.
"Oh."
"… c-continue on, then… I guess…" he added.
AZ’s visible eye widened slightly, he took his hand off his face and gently placed it on that little thigh once more. "Really…? Are you sure you’re comfortable with this, Ryo?"
Ryo took a deep breath and nodded, "I can’t get over my fear of medical settings if I just… never do anything like that. A physical exam like this is a small step to getting more comfortable with it, right…?"
AZ’s eyes softened. The kid wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either.
"I suppose so… you are alright with me handling you, then?"AZ asked.
Ryo nodded, a little more enthusiastically this time.
With a soft chuckle, AZ gazed down at the Zorua boy. He began to carefully handle Ryo once more, gently using his hands to measure, then writing down rough estimates, and slowly maneuvering Ryo to continue.
AZ eventually got to the torso, and placed his hands around Ryo’s tiny waist. His phalanges wrapped around the boy and then some, and out of curiosity, he gently palpated the area. Ryo squirmed a little at getting his chubby middle lightly squeezed like that. AZ wrote down the measurement before he spoke.
"You are… quite light now, yes?"
Ryo sat crisscrossed and looked up at AZ as he replied, "I guess so…? I’m pretty sure this is my… six-year old self? Maybe seven years at the oldest."
Humming quietly, AZ put up the notepad and wrapped his hands around the Zorua’s middle once more, then carefully picked him up.
And he placed him in his lap.
Ryo was… very little. Utterly tiny compared to AZ’s gigantic form, and he weighed barely anything to the old man.
"What are you…?"
AZ gently shushed the boy.
… honestly, he felt almost like a real child, sitting there in his lap.
AZ started to pet Ryo’s head again, smiling as he leaned into the large hand on his head.
"You are quite adorable, you know that, my dear?" AZ said with a chuckle.
Ryo’s ears perked up and his eyes widened, "Uhm… what…?"
"What do you mean, 'what?'"
"I mean… why did you do that? Put me in your lap and call me… 'my dear'…?"
"Ah…" AZ hummed, thinking. Why did he do that? "I… suppose it’s because you are adorable, my dear. Do you wish me to stop?" he asked, still petting Ryo’s head.
Ryo looked up at AZ, then glanced away.
"N-no… you can keep going," he murmured shyly.
After a moment of being pet, Ryo shuffled around to lean against AZ’s chest. It was… nice, soothing even, to sit like this. Just… sit on someone’s lap and be pampered.
AZ just chuckled, finding the boy’s slightly needy behavior to be quite adorable. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of Ryo’s head, placing a light kiss to the space between his ears. The ancient man smiled as he saw that oversized shirt ride up a little to reveal a small, furiously wagging tail.
Hm… AZ thought, this little one seems… quite affection starved… Wait. ‘Little one?’ Oh, I’ll analyze it later… for now, I should just focus on him.
AZ shook his head to clear his thoughts a bit, then he inched one hand over, ever so slowly, to said small tail. It was quite adorable, wiggling quickly behind Ryo. He began to gently pet the appendage, carefully stroking the long strands of fur, which earned more squirms from the small boy.
Ryo’s little hands grasped onto the fabric of AZ’s sleep shirt, he was… whining. Though, he seemed happy. His tail was still wagging, and he appeared to be leaning into the affection and rubbing up against the ancient man.
So… happy whines, then. Very happy whines.
He smiled down at the little one, leaning down again to nuzzle into the boy’s wispy hair and press more kisses to the top of his skull. Which did earn more whines. And wiggles. A lot of wiggling.
It was adorable.
Seeing those fuzzy ears droop, listening to those cute little whines, watching as the little one wriggled around… it was the cutest thing AZ had seen in a while.
After a little more petting, AZ realized something. Ryo was only wearing his shirt. He didn’t know what to think about it, especially with the Zorua pressing himself into his chest and lap… he tried not to think too much, but it was hard.
"My… you seem quite eager, hm? Touch starved, aren’t you, dear?" he murmured to the small one on his lap.
Ryo’s response was another whine and a nod.
"Don’t be shy, darling, use your words."
Ryo whined again.
"I just… I was always scared to let people touch me, because I didn’t want them finding out…"
Well… that wasn’t the answer AZ was looking for, but he supposed it was adequate. ‘This poor child…’ he thought, ‘he will never have to avoid touch just to keep his identity secret again, I swear it.’ AZ promised in his mind.
When he gently rubbed at the base of Ryo’s tail, the Zorua let out a louder, needier whine that snapped AZ out of his thoughts.
‘What was that?’ he wondered. He got his answer when he rubbed the spot again.
"Oh…" AZ murmured. "Well, I can see you quite like that, hm?" he said with a chuckle.
Ryo tilted his head down, burying his face in AZ’s chest. He couldn’t stop his wiggling, the way he shook, and how much he loved that touch. He pressed his body into AZ’s as much as he could, straddling the old man’s thigh, and AZ chuckled in response to this.
"How adorable," he said in a hushed tone.
AZ’s hand continued to gently pet and rub that little tail… until Ryo moaned.
It was soft, quiet. AZ almost missed it the first time. But then it happened again. Just as soft, but not as quiet. Needier.
Ah, he thought, I should probably stop. But he didn’t.
Why didn’t he?
He couldn’t say.
"A-AZ…" Ryo whined, lightly grinding down into the old man’s thigh he was stationed upon.
And AZ tensed slightly, his hand pausing to lift away, "Ah, I don’t think I should-"
"W-wait! Please don’t stop-! I-I’ll be good, I swear-!" he choked out.
And when that small, scared face looked up at him, evidently flushed in the cheeks and teary eyed… AZ folded.
He felt off about it, a pit forming in his stomach as he kept up the gentle rubbing, slightly less centralized now. His other hand petted Ryo’s head, letting the boy rub against him as he sat in thought. What was happening with this kid?
He knew Ryokkoshyke spent a while in a lab when he was a young child, could being in this form be bringing back memories for him? Memories of… likely being denied things for ‘behavioral issues?’ Possibly even basics? Honestly, the thought itself made AZ feel sick.
He was going to nip this in the bud real quick.
"Ryo…?"
A whine, but no words.
"Ryokkoshyke," AZ said more sternly, yet still trying not to be too harsh, "what did I say about using your words, hm?"
Ryo whimpered, his ears flattening.
"I… I’m sorry…"
AZ sighed. He took his hand away from the Zorua’s tail and grasped the boy’s chin, tilting his face towards him. The look on his face was stern, almost paternal, and the gaze of his eyes actually seemed to even calm and ground Ryo.
"Listen…" he said. Ryo tried to look away, shying away from the strict gaze.
AZ didn’t let that happen.
The old man cupped Ryo’s cheek in one hand, enveloping the side of the boy’s face.
"Hey, hey… listen…" he murmured, voice more tender than before. "I’m not mad, alright? I just… you haven’t done anything wrong, my dear, you don’t need to be scared about anything. I just need you to know what you’re getting yourself into right now."
Ryo looked up at AZ, the man’s aged features softened with something like concern and care.
"What I’m getting into…?" the boy asked.
AZ nodded, his touch gentle on downy fur.
"Yes, what you’re getting into. Do you know what you’re doing?"
"I-I… well, I just- I-"
AZ gently hushed Ryo’s floundering, softly caressing the boy’s fur.
"You just what? Tell me, darling."
Ryo whined, his hips grinding down lightly once more.
"I- I’m… hot… and n-needy…" he whispered, rubbing his face against AZ’s hand.
Shit.
AZ took a deep breath, because this was going to be a long night.
"P-please help me…"
The old man sighed and patted Ryo’s head, "Ah… I… uhm…" he paused. "You do understand what proceeding further would mean, yes?”
Another whine. And a nod.
"Please, just-!" he panted softly. "Y-yeah, things will change- I just need-!"
Another gentle hushing.
"Alright… alright. I will help."
AZ took a moment to let himself breathe, think this out, but Ryo was already nuzzling and rubbing, squirming. Though, he figured that because the boy was acting almost like… well, a boy, he may as well try something.
"Now calm down, and quit squirming," he commanded, voice gentle and stern.
And the thing is… Ryo listened. Well, he tried his hardest. He was trembling, but no longer wriggling like a worm.
"Good boy," he praised, patting the Zorua’s head. Which earned him a happy whine in response.
With a small smirk, the old man gently began trailing his fingers down the small specimen in his lap. Over the boy’s shoulders, his chest, belly, and his thighs, right before slipping under that oversized shirt.
He really was adorable, trying to be good and not squirm while he’s stripped of his only covering.
AZ gave a small chuckle at the way Ryo shook, his tail wagging quickly behind him, and moved to sit back against the headboard with the Zorua on his lap. He kept his hands on those little hips, his fingers able to slightly overlap around Ryo’s waist.
"Sit still, dearest, I’d like to take a look at you," AZ said with a hum.
"O-okay…" Ryo whimpered softly, his tail still wagging fast even as he covered himself with his hands.
Much to AZ’s chagrin.
Wait- why was he upset at that? This was a guest, a young man whom he’d grown to care for as part of Team MZ, and most importantly he currently had the body of a small child!
But he didn’t dwell on it. Not yet anyway.
AZ reached out a hand to trace over Ryo’s features again, his hand making contact with fur instead of fabric this time. He tried to approach this with a more clinical mind, his eyes raking over the boy’s form as his hand moved.
His hand gently touched over that collar of fur, and he paid no mind to the large scar that ran around Ryo’s neck. He didn’t want to think of how it got there.
Then he moved onto the swell of the boy’s undeveloped breast, small and unassuming, covered in an especially soft and fuzzy down that went down to his belly. Likely even his thighs, too. The hand traced the gentle, barely-there curve with as much indifference as he could muster… until he brushed over a rosy nipple, which peaked at the touch and made Ryo let out a soft whine.
"Shhh…" AZ hushed, "patient now, boy. We’re in no rush here."
The only response he received was a whimper and a nod, with Ryo trying to keep his wiggling still once more.
"Good boy."
A smile made itself present on AZ’s face as Ryo wagged his tail faster in response to the praise before it slowed.
His hand next went to the little belly pouch the boy had. It was just as soft as his chest, and he was still chubby from baby fat. AZ gently pinched a roll on his side, causing Ryo to squirm a little from the sensation.
His eyes darted up to AZ and his ears fell, a small, fearful whimper escaping his throat at the idea he disobeyed.
"Hey, hey…" AZ placated, "I told you that you do not have to be scared, and especially around me."
He leaned down and placed a kiss to Ryo’s head, whispering, "I’m not going to punish you for a slip-up, child."
It calmed the little Zorua down quickly.
Good.
Once the little one was less restless, AZ pulled back and continued his exploration. Next, thighs.
His hands traced over Ryo’s small thighs, discovering the boy’s inner thighs were covered in the same type of fur his chest and tummy was.
Then… his eyes landed on the hands still covering the boy’s crotch.
He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t-
"Mon petit, would you remove your hands, please? Just put them at your sides, that will do."
Ryo froze up. His ears twitched uncertainly, but he uncovered himself with an encouraging look from AZ.
"Hm…" AZ hummed thoughtfully, "Well now, that is quite interesting…"
His gaze ended up on a small sheath with a bright red tip peeking out.
Curious.
His thoughts began to come out as questions, rhetorical or not, he was simply thinking aloud.
"Interesting… with your half human physiology, I was curious about the anatomy… arousal, and a clear lean towards Zorua for appearance… but what about habits…?"
Ryo squeaked a little, but AZ continued, his hands close - but not too close - to the boy’s groin.
"I’d suspect some changes in mating habits, likely a cycle…? But even then, wouldn’t this body be too young for that…? Unless the Pokémon genes changed the way you age… however… biologically male… so wouldn’t you have a rutting cycle…? You would be aggressive and dominant… not submissive… unless…"
The pensive look on his face changed into mild surprise, especially as Ryo hid his face and his cock emerged further, revealing its full (albeit small) length.
"… explain, please."
Ryo’s ears twitched, his jaw locking up for a moment.
The silence stretched on.
AZ gave the boy a stern look.
And he finally caved.
"O-kkay, fine, alright! I’m really horny for an old man and have extreme issues! It’s shameful, I know!"
… oof.
AZ sighed, then gently took Ryo’s hands away from his face.
"Possibly… but this old man won’t shame you, boy. Not for your feelings or your issues."
He gathered Ryo in his arms and pulled him close, gently scratching at one of his ears. The Zorua melted into the hold and affection.
"… can we… can we still keep going…?" Ryo asked.
AZ hummed softly, "Well… are you sure…?"
The boy nodded shyly.
"I… uhm… I suppose I could continue, then."
… he was still quite curious about Ryo’s anatomy.
His hand snuck downwards, over the boy’s hip and eventually to his cocklet.
Ryo mewled as large fingers enveloped his flesh, cool against his need and aged against his youth - gently feeling the pointed tip, smooth shaft, and uninflated knot.
"Oh dear… you quite like that, hm?" AZ asked, his fingers stroking rhythmically along the smooth skin.
Another mewl, louder as he was teased.
"Hn~… p-please…"
AZ chuckled, "Please what? Use your words, Mon petit." He punctuated his words by moving his hand and giving the boy’s testicles a delicate squeeze.
Ryo whined, squirming at the sensation. It was almost overwhelming, the feeling of AZ’s bony, thin fingers touching his sex and somehow mapping him out perfectly.
"C-can you… uhm.. ah~! Could you… hnn~… p-please… I just- hahh~… i-it’s embarrassing…" he huffs, suppressing a moan.
"My dear… you are sitting on my lap, naked, whining, with my hand on your nethers. I believe we are past embarrassment," AZ said gently.
The Zorua whined once more, turning his head away to hide a flush that already couldn’t be seen.
"B-but it-"
"Shh… just speak, dearest," AZ reassured.
Again, Ryo whines, but a small squeeze to his balls makes him squirm.
"O-okay, but… I just…" he floundered for a moment, trying to find his words with his body buzzing the way it did. "I… I-I want you to keep doing what you did earlier… hnng~… w-with all the sappy stuff and whatever…"
That surprised AZ.
"You mean… the me-caring-about-you stuff…? Child, it’s not sap, it’s-"
"It was a little sappy…"
AZ shook his head a little and muttered a defeated ‘Teenagers…’ under his breath.
But… if he couldn’t beat Ryo, he’d just have to… well, he didn’t have to, but he really wanted Ryo to get his brains fucked out. AZ would get to that slowly and torturously, to the point where he boy couldn’t think anything but his name and TV static, his conscious be damned.
He thought about what Ryokkoshyke said, considering ways to go about this. The Zorua wanted someone caring and nurturing, yes? He could do that, he’d read up on some things, gone down little internet rabbit holes.
With that same hand on Ryo’s little cock, he gently squeezed the tender flesh, earning a whimpery moan from the small boy.
"Well, if you want something like that, then… I suppose I can be Daddy."
Ryo choked slightly as he heard that come out.
"I-I’m sorryyaah~…" he cleared his throat, trying not to moan from the attention. "I mean… I- I do want that- but maybe not that exactly-? I’ll just find something-"
"Fine, fine, call me whatever, boy. Just find something quick, yes?" AZ added, "I mean the dynamic."
Ryo nodded quickly, "Yes, yes- dynamic-haah~! I-I got it!"
"Good. Good boy," the old man replied with a grin, his free hand moving to the bedside.
In the side table, there sat a small, unused bottle of lube. It’s been there for… probably a shameful amount of time but that didn’t matter! AZ grasped it and brought it over, popping the cap with his thumb.
Ryo whined as he took his other hand away to deal with the lubrication.
"Lift your hips, little one," AZ commanded gently, his voice low and soft to make the boy shiver.
It worked. He lifted his hips enough for AZ to begin gently prodding the soft skin of his little hole.
There was a moment of quiet, only broken by the shaky breathing Ryo was making and the gentle shushing from AZ… until he pressed his first finger in, not too far or too quick, but maybe about to the first knuckle.
The little Zorua whined, his tail wagging as he was greeted by the light sting of the first stretch. It was better after he adjusted, his mewling becoming a little more frequent as the finger made its way in farther. And when AZ curled it slightly, just in the right spot, and he saw stars.
"Ojiichan!" he cried, tensing slightly and grasping tightly onto the old man’s sleep shirt.
AZ paused for a split second at that, and Ryo seemed to notice, becoming more embarrassed. The old man thought this was a strange reaction.
"Well… can I assume you didn’t mean that, or…?"
Ryo whimpered and hid his face.
"I… n-no, I did…"
"… ah," AZ hummed, "Then, I suppose if that is your choice in nickname, I’m glad you figured it out so fast."
"… might I know what it means, perhaps…?"
And the boy froze again.
"Oh, fine… it… uhm… well, it means ‘grandpa’ or ‘granddad,’ so…" he cleared his throat. "I-I can change it, if that’s not-"
AZ quieted him with a gentle pat on the head, even if he couldn’t see the flush the old man was now wearing.
"Please, it’s alright, my dear," he whispered. "I… well, if that is what you wish to call me during this, then so be it. I am ‘Grandpa,’ ojiichan."
Ryo let out a small breath of relief.
"Ah… w-well, good…! I just… don’t have any actual grandparents, so it’s a little less odd for me in a way…"
AZ stopped him right there, why did this kid have to tug at his heartstrings so damn much?! "Darling, you don’t have to explain it to me, I already accepted it," he said gently.
He could feel Ryo’s body relax… then tense again as that finger began to pump up and down, loosening the tight ring of muscle.
The boy whimpered and whined, mewling and moaning as the right spots were hit inside him. And he became even louder as a second finger was slowly inserted into him.
"Mph~… hah- ah~ o-ojiichan!"
AZ smiled as Ryo cried out, his need sounding so sweet as he lifted his hips and arched his back. The old man rubbed along the little boy’s spine, whispering sweet praises into those pointed ears.
"You’re doing so good, mon petit. So sweet and soft… a precious little thing, all needy for me in my lap…" he crooned, pressing kisses to the top of his little one’s head. "My good boy."
Ryo choked out a moan, "Ngh~ w-wait I’m gonna-!"
"Shhh…" AZ hushed gently with a small chuckle, "just let go, my dear."
With one last curl of his fingers into Ryo’s prostate, the Zorua came loudly. He writhed as he was finger fucked through his orgasm, watery cum spurting from his cocklet and onto their stomachs.
He huffed and whimpered, and AZ stilled, but didn’t take his fingers out. They weren’t done yet.
After a bit of recovery and some sweet nothings, his fingers moved again, scissoring and pumping as Ryo’s voice got louder again.
"Haah~ I-I thought we were-!"
"No, darling, we are only getting started," AZ murmured, his voice low and calm. "Just relax and let ojiichan take care of you."