[clearly it's to get people doing what they're supposed to do: each other. call it a ‘game’ or not, that's the whole deal here, apparently, so it makes sense they'd have aphrodisiacs dotted all throughout the resort.
(the first thing on sizhui's list is absolutely going to be normal soaps.)
with broca somewhat covered up, it at least helps him focus on figuring out where the towels are that he'd passed on the way in. frankly, he should've grabbed a few then, but it hadn't crossed his addled mind when the only thing that'd been in his thoughts was finding the source of those pheromones. since he's done so, it's kinda careened off into more dangerous territory, and broca offering to help still doesn't make him think to give pause.]
Alright then. [and sizhui will do his best to not contemplate the predator-prey situation that's making him feel antsy in a completely different manner.
his pace increases slightly anyway, footsteps becoming a little heavier as he continues onward in search of the aforementioned towels. they shouldn't be too far away, right? further than he'd like, obviously, but nothing can be done about it now.]
[ He's free to speed up all he wants, Broca's got longer legs and can easily keep pace. Though he might not want to go too fast, and not even from the whole predator giving chase to prey perspective, but because Broca's towel is not that securely fastened right now, and a slightly covered jog could quickly turn into a fully naked jog in no time flat.
Broca's not really considering that right now either, given he was already unbothered by his nudity, and the only real reason to cover up right now is his uh... little problem that might be a little uncouth for a communal bath, even in a place encouraging people fuck like rabbits.
Though maybe not. Maybe that's exactly the expected level of decorum to show here. Either way, Broca does at least have the sense to grab onto the knot of his towel tighter as he moves after Sizhui. ]
[lucky for broca, sizhui doesn't go any faster than he already is, wide eyes darting every which way in an attempt to seek out the towels he'd seen before. they couldn't have just gotten up and walked away . . . right? (honestly, who knows in these places anymore? items that shouldn't be sentient are and perhaps that's something they'll have to live with—) he skids to a sudden halt, rabbit ears perked straight up and dilated pupils focused on the shelves he nearly passes by.
the reason for that, though? they're all empty.] Oh... I thought they were too? [they were, but this resort is determined to make them look foolish, apparently.
much to sizhui's dismay, this is getting to the point where he's starting to feel overexposed himself, and that in turn is extra frustrating. hearing broca say exactly what he'd been thinking at first doesn't help lessen the exasperation much, either.]
This place clearly enjoys playing tricks on people. [followed by a huff, his left hand raising to gesture across the room from where they're currently standing.] Let's try the other side, even though I already have a pretty good idea of what we'll find once we get there.
[ The longer this drags on, the less Broca finds himself looking at the shelves and racks for fresh towels, and the more his gaze seems to settle on Sizhui. Part of him thinks he really should keep helping the other man search, but he also has to wonder if there's much point to it.
Sure they could find towels, but is it going to do much good? Even if they covered themselves head to toe in towels, it's not going to do much to dampen the smell that's on both of them, or stop the twitchy itch in Broca's fingers to reach forward and make contact with the expanse of skin he sees.
Covered in a towel just means he'd have to push the fabric out of the way first.
Yeah.
[ The agreement sounds distracted, hinting to the fact that his head is not in the game right now. ]
If it's that important, you can just have mine.
[ It's not like they're not both aware of the fact that he's hard under it at this point. ]
[one of the main reasons why he'd started looking was to distract from the growing heat that had started pooling low in his belly, but now it's moved throughout his body, crept down into his toes and out toward his fingers. while it's almost enough to make him give up sooner rather than later, he knows that if they don't find towels, they'll have to either figure something else out or wander about naked (which seems like exactly what the resort wants).
sizhui can only fight the urges for so long and with each passing moment, they get worse and worse.
at least he isn't alone in the suffering; it sounds like broca's sort of becoming less inclined to find what they're looking for and that's initially what has him pausing on the trek to the opposite side of the bathroom.
however, following the other's comment, his head turns in his direction, he arches his eyebrows questioningly then he remarks,] Ah, well, I was... mostly looking for you. [considering broca is using the robe he'd been wearing as a makeshift towel, but maybe it doesn't matter anymore.]
But I suppose it won't help our [pause] situation much, it would just cover us up.
[ Well that's... honestly fair. Sizhui would be entirely covered still if it weren't for the fact that he was trying to help Broca out right now. The problem is the nudity isn't really the problem at the moment. He doesn't really care if people see him naked, and has never been particularly shy or precious about his body, even if the hard-on is somewhat embarrassing to walk around sporting so publicly.
It's more the fact that said hard-on is becoming a quick and nagging distraction in a way that it wouldn't usually be. Broca's nearly thirty at this point in his life, and this is far from the first time that he's been aroused by something, but he's well out of his teen years, and has always been pretty good at ignoring it until the feeling fades.
Meanwhile it's only getting worse as he goes now, and he knows a lot of that has to do with the fact that he's following Sizhui around like a lost puppy. If he really wanted it all to end, he would turn (literal) tail and walk away.
Instead he presses his hand thoughtfully over the lower half of his face as he hums out an agreement at that comment.
They could walk way from each other right now, and maybe towels would reappear without the interest in driving them together. Maybe they could get someone else to take pity on them and give them towels separately.
If they just walk away from each other right now...
If they just... walk... away... ]
If we have sex, it might make the issue go away.
[ Sure, okay, or that.
Let no one accuse Broca of pussyfooting (haha) around a situation. ]
[frankly, sizhui isn't too bothered by the nudity either, not usually, but being somewhere with a bunch of strangers doesn't make for a very comforting first experience. he is, however, far more embarrassed about being affected by aphrodisiac shampoo and rushing around in an attempt to find cover, so they both have that going for them.
sure, continuing to ignore it like nothing's happening is always an option, one he would prefer not having to do, though he's becoming less and less controlled with each passing second; the soap and broca's natural scent will probably drive him crazy before they actually find what it is they're looking for.
this is why it's a huge relief when the other man makes the suggestion he does. it has sizhui's eyes widening at first, his mouth popping open in a soft ah! like this is the most genius idea broca could've had, then he's quick to snap his teeth back together, his attention downcasting as he considers their options. well. they could either continue their fruitless search for towels or maybe, just maybe, having a quickie in the bathroom might be the exact thing they need to fix the problem.
he swallows hard, licks his lips, rolls them together then breathes a sigh.] It might. I didn't want that to have to be the case, but... it could also be our only option.
[sparing a glance around them, his brow creases, one hand lifts to contemplatively tap his chin while the opposite arm tucks across his midsection. there are a couple of things they'll need to do first, and sizhui doesn't want to do anything right here in front of the gods and everyone, so perhaps . . .
there is a bench tucked away in a slightly darkened corner they could possibly use?
confidence somewhat renewed, he turns fully and moves toward broca, leaving just an arms-length between them which he wastes no time filling by reaching out to grasp the hand he's not holding his makeshift robe-towel with.] Come, [is all he says, a determined glint in his eyes as he begins leading them off the path they were headed.]
[ It's not exactly flattering to hear someone describe having sex with him as their only option, but fortunately Broca's ego isn't so fragile as to take too much of a hit from that. He gets it honestly, these aren't the ideal circumstances given the location and the fact that these desires have been foisted upon them by some sort of chemical in the shampoo they used.
Still, his tail does flick once at that comment on principle. His ego isn't overinflated, and hard to pop, but that was still a decent enough rap against it to briefly smart.
The thrumming desire in him is strong enough to ignore it for now though, especially when Sizhui reaches out to make physical contact with him. It's just a warm palm pressed against his own, but there's already something about this that feels better than a moment before.
So he grunts out a non-verbal response, and nods before Sizhui starts to lead them away to what Broca assumes will be a more secluded location. ]
tho i am now actually sorry that sizhui accidentally insulted him LMAO it's not you, broca, it's him
[this is quite the unfortunate situation, as sizhui hadn't meant it like that, but it had come out in a less than good manner anyway. he doesn't immediately think about it either, too busy trying to consider how they're going to do this while they're mostly unprepared. (saliva isn't a proper form of lubrication, obviously, though it can work in a pinch—)
he continues leading them along, his stride unwavering, even if his heartbeat is going a million miles a minute. there's always something a little nerve-wracking when it comes to hooking up with a stranger, but it doesn't take long for the underlying excitement to belay that feeling, an entirely new sensation that makes his pulse throb uncontrollably. he takes a deep, steadying breath, squeezes his fingers around broca's then guides him toward the bench.]
Would you rather... sit or stand? [a beat, his attention downturns to the bench before he clarifies,] I, uhm, I'm going to use my mouth on you first if that's okay? [immediately after a soft, embarrassed laugh,] I'm sorry, this just isn't how I'd like to make an impression.
[despite it partially being his own fault for using the shampoo.]
[ You'd think a sex hotel would take this into consideration, and provide more lube in their public bathroom! ... They might, actually, but Broca doesn't really feel like looking around for it right now. They've spent enough time on fruitless searches already, and the lust hasn't ebbed in the slightest.
If anything, being around Sizhui for so long as he continues to put out intensified pheromones has just made the whole thing worse, and he's ready to scratch the itch that has been building up. So when Sizhui offers that solution, Broca's not about to turn it down. It seems tucked away enough that he's not going to worry too much about people walking in on them.
Also he's not sure he even cares right now if someone does.
Though he does at least give the hard tile a thoughtful glance, before turning his attention back to the bench. ]
In that case, you sit and I'll stand.
[ Not exactly what Sizhui had offered him, but he figures it'll be a lot more comfortable than one the smaller guy planned to do, and Broca's got enough height on him to make something like this work. ]
And don't worry about it. People have made worse.
wow ok my sentence could just not stay-- but no, really, I GUESS it's fine then!!
[that's partly why sizhui would prefer that they get right down to business. if he could get a better measure of what abilities he has that still work, then perhaps he might've tried something like producing a small amount of aloe vera to use, but his growing impatience adds to their earlier unsuccessfulness and he's prepared to accept whatever is necessary so long as they're both ‘cured,’ as it were.
the pheromones don't help anything, that's also true, which sizhui's finally decided to stop ignoring, even though they're making a commendable effort to drive his more animalistic side crazy.
his eyebrows lift at the suggestion, he glances between broca and the bench, considering, then his brows arch somewhat higher. actually, the idea's not half-bad? gauging their height difference a moment, he could sit and he'd probably be right at the perfect height for— oh.
rather than focus too hard on that realization, he ignores how his face flushes, shakes his head, steps forward and sits down on the bench, the hand that's still holding broca's gently tugging to coax him closer.]
Thank you, [comes the polite acknowledgment,] and that's... well, unfortunate? But I'm glad mine isn't too terrible, then.
[ If nothing else, Broca can at least rest assured that even without his plan man, he's still able to come up with workable solutions on his own. Admittedly even if his friend was here, he probably wouldn't want Aosta tangled up in his sex-life this way. It might be odd having a third party there and carefully consider logistics for the people people who were actually about to get down and dirty.
Some people might be into that, but it seems like it'd take most people out of the moment. Considering that Sizhui hunted down this quiet spot for them to get up to this, he'll assume that Sizhui's someone who prefers some degree of privacy, even if baser instincts have forced his hand and had him acting quicker.
There's a quiet puff of breath that almost counts as a laugh at Sizhui's polite but uncertain sounding acknowledgement at Broca's comment. As he steps closer, gaze falling down to the man sitting in front of him, his head tilts just slightly to the side as he considers him. He's cute, with a soft and sweet looking air about him. Looking down at him during their escapades won't be an unpleasant experience in the slightest.
The only unfortunate thing here is the circumstances of their meeting not letting things play out more naturally, but... sex hotel and all that. ]
[nobody would want their friends tangled up in a mess like this, he imagines, but alas, they don't get a choice in where they go with this world-hopping stuff, so... hopefully broca's doesn't show up, for his sake and theirs. sizhui's never considered having a third party involved, but if there were certain circumstances, ‘no’ might not be his immediate answer.
except those situations don't include having a random third stranger joining in during the middle of bathtime. (or not yet, anyway—)
this is already enough and having to find a dark little corner is plenty flustering, he can't imagine how it would be with another person. which he is definitely not what he's contemplating when he hears broca huff a breath that sounds almost like a laugh. the sound has him perking slightly, his attention focused upward, the hand he'd guided broca over with lowering to take the robe he's using and toss it aside, then he rests it on his thigh instead while the opposite one raises so he can skim his fingertips along the underside of broca's cock. playfully, he tilts his head in the other direction, a tiny smile curving his mouth at the edges.
they cannot do anything about that, unfortunately, but at least they can enjoy themselves throughout said meeting.] I'll take the former over the latter, frankly, [is all he says, then he scooches forward on the bench a ways, flattens his palm against the tip of broca's dick to hold it against his groin, and leans in to let the flat of his tongue drag over the same area his fingers had been moments ago.]
[ The chances of a stranger wandering into this mess might not be zero, but hopefully they'll have the sense and decency to not try and join in. Hard to say, really, especially when how both of them have doused themselves with pheromones whether intentional (Sizhui) or not (Broca), and that might entice someone to want to wander over and give it a shot.
Though if it does, then Broca's "friendly" demeanor at getting interrupted ought to scare them right off again.
As Sizhui starts with his tentative and explorative touches though, Broca finds himself just hoping that no one distracts from this. His body has been keyed up and wanting this for a hot second now, and there's immediate satisfaction in finally having a hand on him. His expression doesn't change as Sizhui makes his comment and adjusts his hold, but the hum of acknowledgement he makes is followed by a sharp intake of breath as Sizhui moves forward to get a taste of him.
Definitely, definitely preferred if no one interrupts this right now.
His hand hangs at his side for a few seconds, before deciding it feels awkward and unnatural enough that he'll take a risk, reaching up to rest his hand on the back of Sizhui's head, no pressure applied, just something for him to do as the tips of his fingers slide under long strands of silky hair. ]
[lucky for them, they won't have to worry about it, and even more fortunate is the fact that no one else will have to experience broca's attitude about being disturbed in the middle of a blowjob. sizhui would be flustered and not quite know how to act, so it's probably good at least one of them could somehow react during the moment.
but again, currently not a situation they have to consider!
rather than being distracted by anything else, sizhui's putting all his focus into laving broca's cock with as much attention as possible. he slides up and down each side of the length a couple times, his other hand moving up to broca's hip where he latches on, both to keep his partner in place and offering himself better purchase while he's going down on him; it's not super hard but it's enough to be felt, enough to press indents into his skin.
the hand settling against the back of his head does have him briefly upturning, wide eyes unblinking for the few moments he's staring, though he disengages before his starts reddening further. first, he nudges into it for encouragement, humming at the pleasant tingles spreading across his scalp when those digits move smoothly through his hair, vocal reassurance.
he continues lapping, breath already a bit heavier, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he downcasts again, glides his hand down to the base of broca's cock, curls his fingers around him and draws the head into his mouth, the tip of his tongue darting in a wet circle without hesitation.]
[ Prior to coming to this hotel, Broca's sex life had not been a particularly exciting thing. He was moody, socially obtuse at times, and difficult to approach, and none of these things added up well to anything at all in the way of relationships, and honestly a dearth of sexual encounters.
He still had some, which given his age and the fact that he wasn't bad to look at shouldn't be a surprise. Sometimes people are willing to set low bars in order to feel some sexual gratification, and if you could get past the initial demeanor it wasn't like Broca was a bad bed partner.
It just meant he didn't hop into those beds all that often, and it had been some time since the last time someone had offered to blow him. Broca had genuinely forgotten how incredible it felt, and Sizhui seemed to have some idea of what he was doing with a dick. His breath stutters out in a loud exhale as his fingers curl further into Sizhui's hair, tangling into his locks as he watches each slide up and down the length of his cock.
He's staring down at Sizhui when the other man looks up at him, holding eye contact for a moment, before Sizhui breaks it first, and then ensuring Sizhui doesn't have to worry about the embarrassment of a staring contest again as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Sizhui's tongue back on him while his hand wraps around the part of his dick that his mouth can't envelop. ]
Shit.
[ It's not a bad curse though. They're just getting started here, and it already feels very, very good. ]
[before noctium and amani, sizhui would've never been caught in a position like this. hell, he wouldn't have ever even been in this situation to begin with, but with two years of intimacy-based planet living under his belt, this sort of feels normal in a sense. that's why it's so easy to fall into the rhythm of sexual encounters, of making certain satisfaction is achieved between the two of them.
maybe he's a little embarrassed by how it's happened, he isn't at all indignant, nor does he regret having dragged broca to this dark corner for a hookup. frankly, to put it simply, he just hopes he isn't too out of practice.
especially because that's the boat sizhui's in; he doesn't ordinarily sleep around with people he hasn't had a chance to at least get to know somewhat better, but there's always a first for everything, isn't there? blessedly, it's also true that sizhui knows his way around a cock, and that's why it's even easier to go through the motions of working over broca's until he's more prepared to take him in proper-like.
and now that he has, it's hard (haha) to think of anything else.
sizhui does glance upward again, though is less flustered by the fact broca's eyes are closed. some people like eye-contact during this sort of thing and while he's not against it, per se, he can understand why it might make others bashful, which is the reason he shuts his eyes as well. that, and the faint strain from pushing forward further, taking broca's dick deeper into his mouth, to the point the head reaches the back of his throat before he withdraws slightly, letting himself adjust to what he can comfortably keep in his mouth for now.]
[ Bashfulness might not exactly be what's happening here, but it's true that eye contact can sometimes feel awkward during sex. Broca doesn't tend to pick partners he's known for long before the hookup, and he's had a variety of experiences from people who want the darkness to swallow both of them and make it impossible to make out the details of each other's faces, to people who demand to be seen during the experience.
That's one of the strange quirks about sleeping with strangers, you don't really know what you're going to get as you head into the intimacy. If Sizhui wanted eye contact he wouldn't have minded, though with his mouth somewhat preoccupied it's probably difficult to really clarify what his preferences are right now.
And damn if it isn't preoccupied right now. Broca's own skills in this particular are aren't nearly as polished, and he's certain he couldn't swallow down nearly as much as Sizhui is managing right now. That it's been awhile for the man doesn't even occur to him.
He can certainly feel how deep into Sizhui he is though, and inhales sharply. His fingers trail slowly up Sizhui's head to rest against the base of one of his ears, rubbing lightly back and forth in a way he knows he himself likes, even if he's not willing to admit it out loud. ]
You good?
[ Given that he's gone still, Broca figures he should check. ]
[if they'd held eye-contact long enough, there definitely would have been some sheepishness on sizhui's end. he can't recall there ever being a time when someone wanted him to look at them while he was going down on them, but if it was something his partner wanted, he would do it, regardless of how redfaced he'd probably end up being. luckily, broca doesn't seem like he cares much either way, so that's a bit of a relief.
at some point, he'll have to stop what he's doing to convey a few things, but for now, he focuses on the task at hand, slight pun intended.
because what he doesn't try taking into his mouth again, he works over with his hand, a sudden shiver jolting up his spine at the sensation of fingers brushing against his ear. he moans around his mouthful first then nods as best as he can manage, the petting coaxing him into bobbing his head alongside the motion of his hand; it's an obscene, wet noise with the right amount of pressure, one that makes sizhui blush hotly, but it doesn't deter him at all.
in fact, he maneuvers to go deeper again, encouraged by broca's sounds, his other hand finding broca's hip once more and tugging lightly in an attempt to persuade him to move his hips in return.]
[ It may be psychosomatic, but with his eyes closed like this sensations feel more intense. Not just the hot mouth wrapped around his cock, but the shiver that runs through Sizhui's body, and causes those ears to tremble for a moment.
It's so brief he's almost uncertain it happened at all, though even with that doubt in his mind, there's none to the fact that Sizhui was affected by his touch. The quick reaction to his gentle pet startles a loud inhale out of him as his fingers curl against the base of Sizhui's ear, his thumb running back and forth across it. With so much movement happening, he can't offer much more than this, but if even a small touch gets the guy going, hopefully that one thumb swipe of movement will still do something for him.
The thought flits through his mind that the horns would be easier to hold onto as he starts to rock his hips forward into Sizhui's mouth, following the encouragement those grasping hands are giving him. He won't right now, because an agreement to blow someone isn't the same as an agreement for a rough face fucking, but the temptation is there as the pleasure starts to build.
Instead Broca lets the energy simmering under his skin out in another way, rewarding Sizhui with a low moan that echoes off the tiled walls and floor of the bathhouse. ]
[isn't there something about one sense being taken away and all the others getting heightened? it's not astonishing that things feel more intense that way, especially taking into account broca can feel sizhui quivering.
brief though it is, it won't be long now and broca will be feeling that again, alongside something very different than just the sensation of sizhui's mouth moving over his cock. at first, he simply stiffens whenever broca's hand starts closing around the base of his ear, his eyes snapping open and his fingers gripping tighter, the edge of his nails threatening the soft skin of the tiger man's hip. fortunately, having his other hand where it is helps continuously guide him, and it's the moment when the tip of broca's dick hits the back of his throat again that he moans, shivers and squeezes his eyes shut.
having broca hold his antlers wouldn't be out of the question. in fact, it'd likely turn sizhui on even more, being facefucked, but the touching on the extra sensitive part of his ears is plenty to spur him on; he withdraws as broca does then moves in at the same time too, both hands skimming down the outside of his thighs, over the backs of them and up until he can grip his ass, his tongue faintly sliding out with the effort it takes to force broca deeper.
he's not stopping, however, nor does he urge his partner to slow down, particularly after earning such a noise that reverberates throughout the surrounding area.]
[ One should probably at least treat a man to dinner first before fucking his face. Broca hasn't always done that in his life, but their brief interaction hadn't made it clear to him that Sizhui wanted to be used and abused that way, though the heavy reaction to gentle touch does tip his hand at his sensitivity.
Not that Broca is going to judge anyone for that right now when it's hard to think far past his dick at the moment. He's past the point of caring if someone else wanders in at this point, then let them have the show, his focus is narrowing down to his cock and the wet tongue eagerly pressing itself across the bottom of it. There's maybe some vague awareness of the hands on his thighs though, but they hardly register until they're gripping his ass and forcing him in deeper.
It gets a small puff of laughter from him, just a single one as his fingers turn to slide back into Sizhui's hair, pressing down against his scalp as he goes along with the urging. He gives one warning and one warning only-- ]
Don't choke.
[ Before his hips begin to move forward in firm albeit shallow movements. As narrowed down as his focus is, he still has enough self-control right now to really go ramming himself into Sizhui's mouth, though he'll give his jaw a small workout as he starts to pick up the pace. ]
[perhaps, yes, it is best that they don't dive straight into facefucking on their first meeting. if there's an actual chance for that dinner, sizhui wouldn't say ‘no’, but if they end up going at it again before, he's certainly not going to complain, either. also: good, sizhui'd feel a little self-conscious if that were the case.
he's lucky that it's mostly the base of his ears where the sensitive spots are, though that doesn't mean the rest of them aren't. it just means if broca grasps him nearer to those spots, he'll get a more instinctive reaction, even if he isn't exactly unresponsive to other gestures.
the laughter has him peeking up, wide eyes blinking a couple of times, his shoulders bobbing in half-response, half-anticipation, an affirming hum following broca's warning. he'll do his best, as he does with everything else, but if he chokes a bit, it's alright. (or is that a demand? should he not choke? is broca giving him a challenge?) he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying to ignore the derailed train of thought, especially when broca's hips begin quickening.
sizhui relaxes further, his hands slackening slightly, allowing broca easier movement and better control rather than guiding him, his throat working with some effort the deeper his partner goes. he moans around his mouthful this time, eventually lowering one hand between his legs to grip the bench, nails scraping, splintering some of the wood on the underside.]
[ The steady work and control of someone blowing him always feels good. There's something unexpected that comes from sex when you let another person take control, and pleasure can jump out at you and surprise you in ways that Broca has no qualms with.
But nothing can beat this. As good as the surprise can be, being allowed to give into something baser and more frantic feels so natural to him. He might not be going has hard as he really wants to, but it feels good to be able to move, to be able to have some say in how fast and heavy his own pleasure comes on while he fucks his way into Sizhui's mouth.
Still, even as he goes, even as his breathing becomes more labored and his eyes take on a glazed look, he still notices the shift of hands, the way Sizhui's fingernails bite into the wood. His words come out choppy between panted breaths, but as much as he's clearly enjoying himself here, he means it as he says-- ]
Just hit my leg if it gets to be too much. I'll stop.
[letting someone else take control during such an intimate sort of thing, it takes trust, something sizhui has put into a lot of people's hands and luckily, he hasn't fallen into any unfortunate predicaments. mostly, it's because he likes to think he's strong enough, he can free himself from any situations before they get dicey, but the other half of him wants to believe the individuals he deems trustworthy won't prove him wrong.
broca even offering what he does, as strange as it seems at first, is already a step in the right direction.
he blinks lightly, reaches his opposite hand to rest on broca's forearm on the same side, his fingers momentarily squeezing to convey that he understands what he's being told. while he desperately wants to tell broca to stop before he comes, it's rather difficult to do so with his dick in his mouth— it's fine, though, he can use the same gesture to stop him if he believes he might be getting too close.
for now, sizhui lets him thrust, making slow, careful swallowing motions whenever the other man's cock fucks further back toward his throat. he loosens his hand on the bench, making sure he hasn't caused too much damage, his fingers flexing out, in, and out again, then he flattens the hand against a sturdy thigh, using it for purchase while he clutches broca's wrist tighter.]
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i will maintain my innocence!!!
(the first thing on sizhui's list is absolutely going to be normal soaps.)
with broca somewhat covered up, it at least helps him focus on figuring out where the towels are that he'd passed on the way in. frankly, he should've grabbed a few then, but it hadn't crossed his addled mind when the only thing that'd been in his thoughts was finding the source of those pheromones. since he's done so, it's kinda careened off into more dangerous territory, and broca offering to help still doesn't make him think to give pause.]
Alright then. [and sizhui will do his best to not contemplate the predator-prey situation that's making him feel antsy in a completely different manner.
his pace increases slightly anyway, footsteps becoming a little heavier as he continues onward in search of the aforementioned towels. they shouldn't be too far away, right? further than he'd like, obviously, but nothing can be done about it now.]
x to doubt
Broca's not really considering that right now either, given he was already unbothered by his nudity, and the only real reason to cover up right now is his uh... little problem that might be a little uncouth for a communal bath, even in a place encouraging people fuck like rabbits.
Though maybe not. Maybe that's exactly the expected level of decorum to show here. Either way, Broca does at least have the sense to grab onto the knot of his towel tighter as he moves after Sizhui. ]
There were more not that long ago...
[ He swears there were... ]
x to cancel out x!! (idk)
the reason for that, though? they're all empty.] Oh... I thought they were too? [they were, but this resort is determined to make them look foolish, apparently.
much to sizhui's dismay, this is getting to the point where he's starting to feel overexposed himself, and that in turn is extra frustrating. hearing broca say exactly what he'd been thinking at first doesn't help lessen the exasperation much, either.]
This place clearly enjoys playing tricks on people. [followed by a huff, his left hand raising to gesture across the room from where they're currently standing.] Let's try the other side, even though I already have a pretty good idea of what we'll find once we get there.
And then a third x to-- ah... hmm....
Sure they could find towels, but is it going to do much good? Even if they covered themselves head to toe in towels, it's not going to do much to dampen the smell that's on both of them, or stop the twitchy itch in Broca's fingers to reach forward and make contact with the expanse of skin he sees.
Covered in a towel just means he'd have to push the fabric out of the way first.
Yeah.
[ The agreement sounds distracted, hinting to the fact that his head is not in the game right now. ]
If it's that important, you can just have mine.
[ It's not like they're not both aware of the fact that he's hard under it at this point. ]
i think that might be too convoluted.....
sizhui can only fight the urges for so long and with each passing moment, they get worse and worse.
at least he isn't alone in the suffering; it sounds like broca's sort of becoming less inclined to find what they're looking for and that's initially what has him pausing on the trek to the opposite side of the bathroom.
however, following the other's comment, his head turns in his direction, he arches his eyebrows questioningly then he remarks,] Ah, well, I was... mostly looking for you. [considering broca is using the robe he'd been wearing as a makeshift towel, but maybe it doesn't matter anymore.]
But I suppose it won't help our [pause] situation much, it would just cover us up.
Just maybe
It's more the fact that said hard-on is becoming a quick and nagging distraction in a way that it wouldn't usually be. Broca's nearly thirty at this point in his life, and this is far from the first time that he's been aroused by something, but he's well out of his teen years, and has always been pretty good at ignoring it until the feeling fades.
Meanwhile it's only getting worse as he goes now, and he knows a lot of that has to do with the fact that he's following Sizhui around like a lost puppy. If he really wanted it all to end, he would turn (literal) tail and walk away.
Instead he presses his hand thoughtfully over the lower half of his face as he hums out an agreement at that comment.
They could walk way from each other right now, and maybe towels would reappear without the interest in driving them together. Maybe they could get someone else to take pity on them and give them towels separately.
If they just walk away from each other right now...
If they just... walk... away... ]
If we have sex, it might make the issue go away.
[ Sure, okay, or that.
Let no one accuse Broca of pussyfooting (haha) around a situation. ]
also: bless broca for making the offer first tbqh
sure, continuing to ignore it like nothing's happening is always an option, one he would prefer not having to do, though he's becoming less and less controlled with each passing second; the soap and broca's natural scent will probably drive him crazy before they actually find what it is they're looking for.
this is why it's a huge relief when the other man makes the suggestion he does. it has sizhui's eyes widening at first, his mouth popping open in a soft ah! like this is the most genius idea broca could've had, then he's quick to snap his teeth back together, his attention downcasting as he considers their options. well. they could either continue their fruitless search for towels or maybe, just maybe, having a quickie in the bathroom might be the exact thing they need to fix the problem.
he swallows hard, licks his lips, rolls them together then breathes a sigh.] It might. I didn't want that to have to be the case, but... it could also be our only option.
[sparing a glance around them, his brow creases, one hand lifts to contemplatively tap his chin while the opposite arm tucks across his midsection. there are a couple of things they'll need to do first, and sizhui doesn't want to do anything right here in front of the gods and everyone, so perhaps . . .
there is a bench tucked away in a slightly darkened corner they could possibly use?
confidence somewhat renewed, he turns fully and moves toward broca, leaving just an arms-length between them which he wastes no time filling by reaching out to grasp the hand he's not holding his makeshift robe-towel with.] Come, [is all he says, a determined glint in his eyes as he begins leading them off the path they were headed.]
Here's here to be overly blunt
Still, his tail does flick once at that comment on principle. His ego isn't overinflated, and hard to pop, but that was still a decent enough rap against it to briefly smart.
The thrumming desire in him is strong enough to ignore it for now though, especially when Sizhui reaches out to make physical contact with him. It's just a warm palm pressed against his own, but there's already something about this that feels better than a moment before.
So he grunts out a non-verbal response, and nods before Sizhui starts to lead them away to what Broca assumes will be a more secluded location. ]
tho i am now actually sorry that sizhui accidentally insulted him LMAO it's not you, broca, it's him
he continues leading them along, his stride unwavering, even if his heartbeat is going a million miles a minute. there's always something a little nerve-wracking when it comes to hooking up with a stranger, but it doesn't take long for the underlying excitement to belay that feeling, an entirely new sensation that makes his pulse throb uncontrollably. he takes a deep, steadying breath, squeezes his fingers around broca's then guides him toward the bench.]
Would you rather... sit or stand? [a beat, his attention downturns to the bench before he clarifies,] I, uhm, I'm going to use my mouth on you first if that's okay? [immediately after a soft, embarrassed laugh,] I'm sorry, this just isn't how I'd like to make an impression.
[despite it partially being his own fault for using the shampoo.]
Broca insults people plenty. It's deserved
If anything, being around Sizhui for so long as he continues to put out intensified pheromones has just made the whole thing worse, and he's ready to scratch the itch that has been building up. So when Sizhui offers that solution, Broca's not about to turn it down. It seems tucked away enough that he's not going to worry too much about people walking in on them.
Also he's not sure he even cares right now if someone does.
Though he does at least give the hard tile a thoughtful glance, before turning his attention back to the bench. ]
In that case, you sit and I'll stand.
[ Not exactly what Sizhui had offered him, but he figures it'll be a lot more comfortable than one the smaller guy planned to do, and Broca's got enough height on him to make something like this work. ]
And don't worry about it. People have made worse.
wow ok my sentence could just not stay-- but no, really, I GUESS it's fine then!!
the pheromones don't help anything, that's also true, which sizhui's finally decided to stop ignoring, even though they're making a commendable effort to drive his more animalistic side crazy.
his eyebrows lift at the suggestion, he glances between broca and the bench, considering, then his brows arch somewhat higher. actually, the idea's not half-bad? gauging their height difference a moment, he could sit and he'd probably be right at the perfect height for— oh.
rather than focus too hard on that realization, he ignores how his face flushes, shakes his head, steps forward and sits down on the bench, the hand that's still holding broca's gently tugging to coax him closer.]
Thank you, [comes the polite acknowledgment,] and that's... well, unfortunate? But I'm glad mine isn't too terrible, then.
Absolutely fine!
Some people might be into that, but it seems like it'd take most people out of the moment. Considering that Sizhui hunted down this quiet spot for them to get up to this, he'll assume that Sizhui's someone who prefers some degree of privacy, even if baser instincts have forced his hand and had him acting quicker.
There's a quiet puff of breath that almost counts as a laugh at Sizhui's polite but uncertain sounding acknowledgement at Broca's comment. As he steps closer, gaze falling down to the man sitting in front of him, his head tilts just slightly to the side as he considers him. He's cute, with a soft and sweet looking air about him. Looking down at him during their escapades won't be an unpleasant experience in the slightest.
The only unfortunate thing here is the circumstances of their meeting not letting things play out more naturally, but... sex hotel and all that. ]
Mm, weird, but not terrible.
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except those situations don't include having a random third stranger joining in during the middle of bathtime. (or not yet, anyway—)
this is already enough and having to find a dark little corner is plenty flustering, he can't imagine how it would be with another person. which he is definitely not what he's contemplating when he hears broca huff a breath that sounds almost like a laugh. the sound has him perking slightly, his attention focused upward, the hand he'd guided broca over with lowering to take the robe he's using and toss it aside, then he rests it on his thigh instead while the opposite one raises so he can skim his fingertips along the underside of broca's cock. playfully, he tilts his head in the other direction, a tiny smile curving his mouth at the edges.
they cannot do anything about that, unfortunately, but at least they can enjoy themselves throughout said meeting.] I'll take the former over the latter, frankly, [is all he says, then he scooches forward on the bench a ways, flattens his palm against the tip of broca's dick to hold it against his groin, and leans in to let the flat of his tongue drag over the same area his fingers had been moments ago.]
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Though if it does, then Broca's "friendly" demeanor at getting interrupted ought to scare them right off again.
As Sizhui starts with his tentative and explorative touches though, Broca finds himself just hoping that no one distracts from this. His body has been keyed up and wanting this for a hot second now, and there's immediate satisfaction in finally having a hand on him. His expression doesn't change as Sizhui makes his comment and adjusts his hold, but the hum of acknowledgement he makes is followed by a sharp intake of breath as Sizhui moves forward to get a taste of him.
Definitely, definitely preferred if no one interrupts this right now.
His hand hangs at his side for a few seconds, before deciding it feels awkward and unnatural enough that he'll take a risk, reaching up to rest his hand on the back of Sizhui's head, no pressure applied, just something for him to do as the tips of his fingers slide under long strands of silky hair. ]
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but again, currently not a situation they have to consider!
rather than being distracted by anything else, sizhui's putting all his focus into laving broca's cock with as much attention as possible. he slides up and down each side of the length a couple times, his other hand moving up to broca's hip where he latches on, both to keep his partner in place and offering himself better purchase while he's going down on him; it's not super hard but it's enough to be felt, enough to press indents into his skin.
the hand settling against the back of his head does have him briefly upturning, wide eyes unblinking for the few moments he's staring, though he disengages before his starts reddening further. first, he nudges into it for encouragement, humming at the pleasant tingles spreading across his scalp when those digits move smoothly through his hair, vocal reassurance.
he continues lapping, breath already a bit heavier, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he downcasts again, glides his hand down to the base of broca's cock, curls his fingers around him and draws the head into his mouth, the tip of his tongue darting in a wet circle without hesitation.]
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He still had some, which given his age and the fact that he wasn't bad to look at shouldn't be a surprise. Sometimes people are willing to set low bars in order to feel some sexual gratification, and if you could get past the initial demeanor it wasn't like Broca was a bad bed partner.
It just meant he didn't hop into those beds all that often, and it had been some time since the last time someone had offered to blow him. Broca had genuinely forgotten how incredible it felt, and Sizhui seemed to have some idea of what he was doing with a dick. His breath stutters out in a loud exhale as his fingers curl further into Sizhui's hair, tangling into his locks as he watches each slide up and down the length of his cock.
He's staring down at Sizhui when the other man looks up at him, holding eye contact for a moment, before Sizhui breaks it first, and then ensuring Sizhui doesn't have to worry about the embarrassment of a staring contest again as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Sizhui's tongue back on him while his hand wraps around the part of his dick that his mouth can't envelop. ]
Shit.
[ It's not a bad curse though. They're just getting started here, and it already feels very, very good. ]
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maybe he's a little embarrassed by how it's happened, he isn't at all indignant, nor does he regret having dragged broca to this dark corner for a hookup. frankly, to put it simply, he just hopes he isn't too out of practice.
especially because that's the boat sizhui's in; he doesn't ordinarily sleep around with people he hasn't had a chance to at least get to know somewhat better, but there's always a first for everything, isn't there? blessedly, it's also true that sizhui knows his way around a cock, and that's why it's even easier to go through the motions of working over broca's until he's more prepared to take him in proper-like.
and now that he has, it's hard (haha) to think of anything else.
sizhui does glance upward again, though is less flustered by the fact broca's eyes are closed. some people like eye-contact during this sort of thing and while he's not against it, per se, he can understand why it might make others bashful, which is the reason he shuts his eyes as well. that, and the faint strain from pushing forward further, taking broca's dick deeper into his mouth, to the point the head reaches the back of his throat before he withdraws slightly, letting himself adjust to what he can comfortably keep in his mouth for now.]
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That's one of the strange quirks about sleeping with strangers, you don't really know what you're going to get as you head into the intimacy. If Sizhui wanted eye contact he wouldn't have minded, though with his mouth somewhat preoccupied it's probably difficult to really clarify what his preferences are right now.
And damn if it isn't preoccupied right now. Broca's own skills in this particular are aren't nearly as polished, and he's certain he couldn't swallow down nearly as much as Sizhui is managing right now. That it's been awhile for the man doesn't even occur to him.
He can certainly feel how deep into Sizhui he is though, and inhales sharply. His fingers trail slowly up Sizhui's head to rest against the base of one of his ears, rubbing lightly back and forth in a way he knows he himself likes, even if he's not willing to admit it out loud. ]
You good?
[ Given that he's gone still, Broca figures he should check. ]
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at some point, he'll have to stop what he's doing to convey a few things, but for now, he focuses on the task at hand, slight pun intended.
because what he doesn't try taking into his mouth again, he works over with his hand, a sudden shiver jolting up his spine at the sensation of fingers brushing against his ear. he moans around his mouthful first then nods as best as he can manage, the petting coaxing him into bobbing his head alongside the motion of his hand; it's an obscene, wet noise with the right amount of pressure, one that makes sizhui blush hotly, but it doesn't deter him at all.
in fact, he maneuvers to go deeper again, encouraged by broca's sounds, his other hand finding broca's hip once more and tugging lightly in an attempt to persuade him to move his hips in return.]
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It's so brief he's almost uncertain it happened at all, though even with that doubt in his mind, there's none to the fact that Sizhui was affected by his touch. The quick reaction to his gentle pet startles a loud inhale out of him as his fingers curl against the base of Sizhui's ear, his thumb running back and forth across it. With so much movement happening, he can't offer much more than this, but if even a small touch gets the guy going, hopefully that one thumb swipe of movement will still do something for him.
The thought flits through his mind that the horns would be easier to hold onto as he starts to rock his hips forward into Sizhui's mouth, following the encouragement those grasping hands are giving him. He won't right now, because an agreement to blow someone isn't the same as an agreement for a rough face fucking, but the temptation is there as the pleasure starts to build.
Instead Broca lets the energy simmering under his skin out in another way, rewarding Sizhui with a low moan that echoes off the tiled walls and floor of the bathhouse. ]
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brief though it is, it won't be long now and broca will be feeling that again, alongside something very different than just the sensation of sizhui's mouth moving over his cock. at first, he simply stiffens whenever broca's hand starts closing around the base of his ear, his eyes snapping open and his fingers gripping tighter, the edge of his nails threatening the soft skin of the tiger man's hip. fortunately, having his other hand where it is helps continuously guide him, and it's the moment when the tip of broca's dick hits the back of his throat again that he moans, shivers and squeezes his eyes shut.
having broca hold his antlers wouldn't be out of the question. in fact, it'd likely turn sizhui on even more, being facefucked, but the touching on the extra sensitive part of his ears is plenty to spur him on; he withdraws as broca does then moves in at the same time too, both hands skimming down the outside of his thighs, over the backs of them and up until he can grip his ass, his tongue faintly sliding out with the effort it takes to force broca deeper.
he's not stopping, however, nor does he urge his partner to slow down, particularly after earning such a noise that reverberates throughout the surrounding area.]
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Not that Broca is going to judge anyone for that right now when it's hard to think far past his dick at the moment. He's past the point of caring if someone else wanders in at this point, then let them have the show, his focus is narrowing down to his cock and the wet tongue eagerly pressing itself across the bottom of it. There's maybe some vague awareness of the hands on his thighs though, but they hardly register until they're gripping his ass and forcing him in deeper.
It gets a small puff of laughter from him, just a single one as his fingers turn to slide back into Sizhui's hair, pressing down against his scalp as he goes along with the urging. He gives one warning and one warning only-- ]
Don't choke.
[ Before his hips begin to move forward in firm albeit shallow movements. As narrowed down as his focus is, he still has enough self-control right now to really go ramming himself into Sizhui's mouth, though he'll give his jaw a small workout as he starts to pick up the pace. ]
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he's lucky that it's mostly the base of his ears where the sensitive spots are, though that doesn't mean the rest of them aren't. it just means if broca grasps him nearer to those spots, he'll get a more instinctive reaction, even if he isn't exactly unresponsive to other gestures.
the laughter has him peeking up, wide eyes blinking a couple of times, his shoulders bobbing in half-response, half-anticipation, an affirming hum following broca's warning. he'll do his best, as he does with everything else, but if he chokes a bit, it's alright. (or is that a demand? should he not choke? is broca giving him a challenge?) he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying to ignore the derailed train of thought, especially when broca's hips begin quickening.
sizhui relaxes further, his hands slackening slightly, allowing broca easier movement and better control rather than guiding him, his throat working with some effort the deeper his partner goes. he moans around his mouthful this time, eventually lowering one hand between his legs to grip the bench, nails scraping, splintering some of the wood on the underside.]
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But nothing can beat this. As good as the surprise can be, being allowed to give into something baser and more frantic feels so natural to him. He might not be going has hard as he really wants to, but it feels good to be able to move, to be able to have some say in how fast and heavy his own pleasure comes on while he fucks his way into Sizhui's mouth.
Still, even as he goes, even as his breathing becomes more labored and his eyes take on a glazed look, he still notices the shift of hands, the way Sizhui's fingernails bite into the wood. His words come out choppy between panted breaths, but as much as he's clearly enjoying himself here, he means it as he says-- ]
Just hit my leg if it gets to be too much. I'll stop.
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broca even offering what he does, as strange as it seems at first, is already a step in the right direction.
he blinks lightly, reaches his opposite hand to rest on broca's forearm on the same side, his fingers momentarily squeezing to convey that he understands what he's being told. while he desperately wants to tell broca to stop before he comes, it's rather difficult to do so with his dick in his mouth— it's fine, though, he can use the same gesture to stop him if he believes he might be getting too close.
for now, sizhui lets him thrust, making slow, careful swallowing motions whenever the other man's cock fucks further back toward his throat. he loosens his hand on the bench, making sure he hasn't caused too much damage, his fingers flexing out, in, and out again, then he flattens the hand against a sturdy thigh, using it for purchase while he clutches broca's wrist tighter.]
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