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Even in a world with such wondrous things as pokemon, people still had to keep the gears turning. Cities thrived on a constant flow of labor that kept them moving, some more physically taxing and others a bit more mentally. Bureaucratic menial tasks could wear on the mind, and long hours often meant that workers stepped out of the office looking as if they were ready to take a nap on the concrete instead of the train ride home. That being said, there were places that anyone could go to get a little rest. One of those havens was a little brick cafe down by the train station that headed onward toward another city entirely. It wasn’t the most popular stop, but that’s because it had just opened in recent months. That being the case, it had a few regulars that stopped by on occasion to enjoy the coffee, the treats, and the wonderful service of the pokemon working there. Emett stopped by every single day, and sometimes in the evening when he could manage it. He was one of the regulars that had been stopping by from the opening week, and sad to say that he wasn’t there during the opening day. He wore a business suit like many of his peers of questionable price and origin, and often had his blazer and tie slung over his shoulder while walking down the street with a merry smile, sleeves on his button-up rolled up to reveal olive skin, and a bit of fuzz on his arms. His hair was typically a spiked mess, but he tamed it with a tight tie which led to the straw-colored broomstick tail he had hanging behind his head. You see, he hated his job, but he had many things to look forward to afterward. A good sip of something rich and a tasty treat were enough to give him a bounce in his step.
The door to the cafe opened and the warm scents within trailed outward and invited Emett inward. Tables were set in the main area covered in hardwood floors. Fans and lamps hung above with the lights off at the moment due to the sunshine filtering in through the window. A counter cut a slice out of the right side just near the entrance where a glass display radiating a gentle chill could be seen with the coveted treats. He wandered through and a charizard behind the counter gave him a nod before returning to whatever he had been doing previously. Emett hummed as he made his way to his usual seat near the window. Really, he wasn’t too picky. He just liked the warmth of the sunshine pouring through the glass, and it had been where he had first seen the purpose that drove him to arrive here day after day. At first, he had needed to ask constantly for the right barista to take his order, insisting as politely as he could, and tipping generously when it happened, but now all he had to do was sit and wait.
Soon enough, he heard the steps and turned to see the main reason for his visit. Calder the cinderace stood there with a characteristic frown and tired expression that said he was absolutely not entirely enthused to take your order. Despite that cold expression, his own hazel eyes brightened at the sight and he beamed. Calder was a cinderace with less energy and less vibrance than most other pokemon in general. The tone of their fur was a shade darker in places, the markings under their eyes painted in an inky black. The cinderace was also a bit fluffier than most, and a bit stouter at that, but Emett enjoyed the shaggy look and loved those pale lavender eyes glaring at him. Emett also adored the single half-apron wrapped around his waist that served as a uniform of sorts. The outfit hugged around the waist in just the right ways, of course, not that he would admit to staring like that aloud; but he did stare like that. Most thought of Calder as a cold rabbit that just went through the motions and they wouldn’t be wrong, but he kind of liked that. He enjoyed the fact that Calder seemed to welcome the day with the type of lax nature that he wished he could introduce to his own job. Instead, he found himself working as the overachiever thanks to his abundance of energy, and often that meant getting saddled with extra work. Normally, he would greet the cinderace, thank him for the service and maybe have a little conversation, but today he had something special planned. He wanted with all of his heart to finally let his feelings be known. See, he had fallen madly in love with the cinderace from the moment he had laid eyes on him, and the more they talked, the more they interacted, the more he felt that desire to connect grow. That being the case, Emett was fully aware that it might not even work out, but he still wanted the chance. He hadn’t been able to really say it aloud because it was both embarrassing and because there were far too many words he wanted to say at once. His thoughts jumbled together far too often and he was very aware that there would be stares and odd looks, but today he had the words, today he was mostly certain about what he wanted to say to confess his feelings.
When Calder stopped by his table, Emett cleared his throat, “Hello there. How has your shift been going?”
The pokemon carried tablets both to take orders and communicate with the customers, but Calder responded with a sigh and a shake of the head.
“Ah, a bit difficult today. You know, it really would help highlight your features if you put a bit of sunshine in that expression.” Emett then coughed, “Of course, that’s just because I think you look just fine all the time. I’m simply saying your boss would be on you less.”
Despite the icy expression, Calder gave him a small-half smile and a victory sign which made his cheeks light up.
“Yes! Exactly like that. Of course, from what I’ve been told you tend to nap when in the back instead of working.” He said with a wink.
Calder rolled his eyes and sniffed before tapping something out on the tablet and displaying it, “I work day shifts and night shifts. A little nap won’t hurt.”
Emett hummed, “I suppose that’s the case but uh—” He stopped as he realized that he was burning the time that he had, and so he placed his hand at the edge of the table and breathed out, “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. You see…” And the wires began crossing in his mind, the thoughts clashing until his rehearsed lines flowed out as a stumbling statement, “I’ve been coming for a while and I always couldn’t help but notice you. Not just noticing as in seeing you in the typical way, but in another type of light if you can understand what I’m trying to say.”
The cinderace tilted his head before offering up the tablet with a message, “Are you seriously asking for that type of service from me? You know I could get you kicked out.” When he started floundering, when his cheeks burned bright and he began trying to genuinely explain himself, Calder chuckled and tapped out a new message, “Relax. It isn’t that uncommon. Just didn’t think anyone would ever pick me. Usually, the gals here get all the attention.”
Out of his mouth without thinking he uttered with a nervous chuckle, “Why, I don’t think any of them compare to you, really.”
They shared a look for a few moments before the cinderace sniffed and presented the tablet, “Honestly, I figured a guy like you would have had a family and kids by now.”
He rubbed the back of his head while clearing his throat, “While I’ll take that as a compliment, the truth is that I’ve never really had much luck on that front. Not for a lack of trying, mind you, but I’ve been told I’m a little too much to handle.” When he saw the cinderace smirk, he coughed, “In a general energy sorta way.”
The cinderace scratched his cheek before tapping out another message, “And I’m a boy, and you’re okay with that? Okay with all of this?”
He thought, in part, that his feelings had somehow leaked through his rambling and so he clasped his hands together and exclaimed, “Yes! Of course! You’re beautiful beyond compare to me, and I would love nothing more than to wake next to you in bed each morning.”
There was a significant pause. The cinderace looked at him with the same look, the typical gaze, but it felt different somehow. Emett could almost feel the judgment, the piercing examination tearing him bit by bit as what he said dawned on himself. It was far too late to take it all back. His own excitement had gotten the better of him and his mouth opened to try and make amends. However, he found that he didn’t have the right words for it and instead he wanted to say that it was more than just a little lust that encouraged him. He truly wanted to say that he wanted to connect on a deeper level and maybe go out on a date, but instead, all he did was fumble further until nothing came out.
Before he could collect himself, the cinderace simply tapped a message, “The usual?”
Emett looked from the tablet to the cinderace a few times before simply nodding with a small smile. When his order arrived for a strawberry shortcake and a mocha, he found himself enjoying it a little bit less than usual. His nerves had gotten the best of him and it had ruined the careful relationship he had tendered with this beautiful hare. Maybe it wasn’t honest enough either. He hadn’t been direct about how he felt and instead made it sound like he was only interested in sex. If that’s all he wanted, then he could have simply gone to any of the pokemon in the cafe who put on that type of specific air. Then again, even sexually they did not attract him as much as Calder did. Emett cursed himself for even thinking about it, for even letting it slip in the first place. He should have been polite, purely polite and nothing else with a gentle confession that would have opened dialogue between them. It hadn’t just been a little desire for a casual thing, but full-blown passion beating in his heart telling him to take the pokemon’s hand and ask him for marriage. Of course, such a thing was a little bit too much, and most considered such flaunting of desires to be ill-mannered, but the feeling was still there. Now, he wasn’t quite sure what to do. That was it. He’d have to apologize properly, but of course, feeling entirely bad could wait until after he had his coffee and shortcake.
Once he finished, and once Calder returned with the bill, he opened his mouth and began, “Calder, I uh, just wanted to say—”
Calder held up a finger and then pointed down at the black binding containing the bill.
He felt his heart shatter at first, and tried to fumble for the right words while opening it to see the bill inside when he found a note alongside what he had to pay. The note read: “If you’re really dead set on me for this kind of thing, wait for about an hour. My shift will be over then for the day and we can head to a hotel. Pay for that, and I’ll give you a handjob to start out with since you’re always tipping. Not really used to this kind of work, but I don’t think I’d mind it. I mean, I guess I kind of trust you.”
He looked at Calder who simply had the same appearance as usual, arms crossed, brow raised. Slowly, he slipped what he had to pay into the pocket of the check cover and waited once the cinderace walked off with it in hand. Emett sat there while his mind was full of static and uncertainty. He had read that correctly. Wait for an hour and something good would happen, something that he wouldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams. The static was there in part because he had been thinking so hard about how to make it up to the cinderace, but now he found himself with a proposition that directly lined up with his dreams, and yet, now he was trying to figure out how to express that he wanted more than just a casual exchange. This would be compensation for his tips, compensation for being a good customer, and while he was certain that he would enjoy it, the act alone wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his heart. And so he sat there while thinking, while lost in thought and staring out the glass despite a few baristas and concerned individuals waving their hands in front of his face. Eventually, all who witnessed him in this state decided that he was simply pondering life very deeply.
One hand caught his attention an hour later, and that was mostly because two digits pinched his cheek causing him to wince and turn toward the source of the pain, “Hey! That’s—”
He froze mid-indignation as he spotted Calder standing there in a hoodie instead of the usual uniform. Emett had been spaced out for about an hour or so, but he got up without trouble and began following the cinderace out of the store wordlessly. All that time thinking, and he didn’t have a single thing. Even then, he walked with an excited bounce. He looked toward the cinderace walking at his side and thought of putting his arm around him, thought of asking if he’d like to take it back to his place instead of a hotel, but by the time they got to the side entrance of their destination, he had thought of far too many things to say to simply pick one.
Really, Emett found himself in a haze as he was taken to a front desk where he paid for a keycard and thanked the kind woman at the front desk who wished them a good stay. They took an elevator together and he found himself pressed close, he found himself wishing that he had a bit more bravery. There had already been a whisper of a chance that he might get something more, and his body was cheering for that to happen, but he just couldn’t find it in him to take the initiative on this one. The rabbit’s body was tantalizingly close to his, the warmth from the fire-type radiating like the comfort from the sun. He noticed the light seemed to brighten and really emphasize the snow white of his fur, the tones of pepper deep within the hare’s fur that to him seemed just as radiant as the rest of his coat. How he wished he could voice his desires aloud, and it wasn’t even that he was too nervous to do it, but that there were far too many ways to do it and that was overloading him.
A loud ding caused him to hop, and a warm wash flowed over him as the rabbit touched his chin and leaned in to plant a gentle peck on his cheek. Before he could return that gesture, before he could thank the hare for the treatment, Calder left with a chuckle, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. After sucking in a few breaths to calm himself, he followed through the beige halls of the hotel while looking for the room number where they’d be staying. Come to think of it, Emett figured it must have been pretty odd to have two male guests just asking for a room for a couple of hours. Emett hadn’t even noticed that this was a hotel specifically for that type of thing, that is, until they got into the room. The walls were dark and the floors were a deep red with curtains keeping the windows from revealing what anyone would be doing. There were condoms of all sizes offered up on the nightstand on one side of the bed, and lube on the other side of the bed. Right. These types of things existed. Places specifically for hookups with services provided and no judgments made. Didn’t matter that it was a human and a pokemon, didn’t matter that they were both males either. In fact, now it suddenly made sense as to why the clerk had smiled at them so brightly, and why her cheeks had been a bit pink. Maybe she had a thing for seeing pokemon and humans getting it on, and well, he couldn’t exactly blame her considering he had fallen so head over heels for this somber critter.
Calder took a seat on the bed first and looked toward him with a little smile. Clawed digits pinched his jacket and tugged twice while he tilted his head.
Emett remained still for a moment before he realized that he was fully dressed in near-business attire except for the blazer he kept over his shoulder, “Right! I should get undressed. Should, should I shower for this maybe?”
The cinderace pulled a phone from the pocket of his hoodie before typing out a message, “A little sweat doesn’t bother me much. Most I’m doing is using my hand, unless you were hoping for more? I mean, I saw you eyeing the condoms.”
While tossing his blazer aside and plucking at the buttons of his shirt, Emett coughed, “Well, no, maybe just a bit.”
Calder chuckled and set his phone aside before bringing the hoodie up and over his head. Emett stopped what he was doing to watch as the rabbit pokemon’s curved form was slowly revealed. Heavy thighs and rear squished onto the edge of the bed, plump hips and waist leading up to a chest with a bit of rounding to it too. Between his legs was a flaccid shaft darker than the rest of him with rounded balls in a similar hue kissed with white fluff. His pants immediately began to tighten, and Emett continued with that reminder to disrobe. Emett’s own body was a bit less plump, a bit less curved, but he still had a bit of strength in his legs thanks to the constant walking for his commutes. His shaft was twitching and already at full erection, the heat of it pulsing to the rest of his body urging him to let out breaths to try and air out the steam. The entire time he had been thinking at the back of his head how to properly confess and get into a situation in which they could properly connect, but seeing the cinderace nude flipped a particular switch inside of him that he wasn’t sure he could turn off so soon.
When the cinderace tapped the spot next to him, Emett moved to sit there. He brought his hands out in pure excitement before freezing, unsure if he could touch. Calder looked toward his hands before sighing and leaning back, one paw guiding his hand onto a plump thigh. The excitement shot him forward again as he grasped both thighs while pressing his face to the cinderace’s chest. The pokemon let out a squeak but he simply ignored the sound as he found himself in blissful paradise. His lips planted kisses along the surface of the chest, his hands groping and squeezing over plump and curvy thighs before moving around to the waist. When he pulled his mouth away, he spotted the erection between the rabbit’s thighs. He had thought, for a moment, that he had been too excited in his groping, but it seemed that the cinderace was more than happy to receive that joy.
“So, are you sure that it’ll only be a handjob?” He asked quietly.
Calder frowned and rolled his eyes before bringing a hand up to begin motioning toward his mouth as if he were stroking a cock. His mouth opened for a few seconds and that was all that he needed to get what was meant by that.
Emett then grasped the pokemon’s shoulders and leaned in while shivering, “So then, you wouldn’t mind a kiss too?”
The pokemon’s cheeks brightened under the fur as he looked down and seemed to consider the proposition, but before he could react or give a proper answer, Emett’s heart took over. He stole a kiss, a quick one at first that was just a peck, but that had been enough to electrify his entire body. The hare’s ears were twitching, eyes wide. Hands were placed on his chest but did not push away as he continued to peck those soft lips over and over again. Gentle smacks echoed in the air as he kept on kissing, kept on expressing his desire and love through every movement before dipping closer. Their lips remained rooted together now as he grabbed onto those sizable rear cheeks to squeeze. It was at this point that the cinderace began to lean into the kiss, began to let his lips part to allow their tongues room to trail together. Warm spit was shifted and transferred between mouths making the kiss a bit stickier, but to him, he might as well have been toying with pure nectar.
When he finally needed a breath, he pulled away while huffing, “If I could keep my lips there forever then I would, but we have other things to do right? I need this, so please don’t let this stop.”
Emett came close to saying the words there, but his lust and his scrambled mind kept his words full of carnal desire and nothing else. Calder didn’t complain about that desire, and didn’t seem to be hating the attention either. Instead, the pokemon slid off of the bed to get on his knees. He followed along in spirit by sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock and balls hanging over it. Looking down, Emett spotted his shaft twitching just above the pokemon’s face, and he couldn’t help but notice that all of Calder’s attention was on his tool. Those eyes like gentle lavender gazed from the tip of his shaft down to the balls, scanning every inch and taking each detail. He could feel the heat in his body increasing just from the stare, his shaft throbbing in delight as he held himself back from clasping onto it and pumping it over the pokemon’s face. Other parts in his mind besides the lust were working again, and he found himself frozen. Should he slap his dick on the pokemon’s face? Did he even have permission to do something so bold? All he could think about were those loving kisses, were the things that he wanted to do that involved more than just those lovely lips, and yet, that would have to suffice.
Interrupting the clashing of his thoughts and lust was a soft touch at the base of his shaft. One hand curled around his member, squeezing before beginning to glide up to the tip. The other hand cupped his balls with a thumb trailing over each orb. At the same time, the cinderace began kissing his thighs, eyes closed as that lovely tongue slipped free to slide along the skin. He admitted his love, but not through words, but with a touch. Emett’s hand drifted down to the cinderace’s cheek to press and rub, to push a thumb through the fur as he watched the pokemon work. That gentle stroking and massaging, the tongue along his thigh. These were such precious and little movements, such gentle and loving things that made him want to join in that tenderness. It both kept the fire in his body burning, and eased it as well. Emett was then caught off guard when the cinderace took his thumb in mouth to bite down firmly. He winced as he felt the fang dig in just a bit, and shuddered as he saw the smirk on Calder’s face surrounding his thumb. The cinderace then began to suckle on his digit rather than bite, bobbing his head back and forth while pushing his tongue along the bottom causing him to huff as he thought of how it might feel to have this blissful sensation coiling around his cock.
The hands on his shaft squeezed and pressed, rolled around just a bit, and tugged toward the rabbit’s fluffy chest while the lips on his thumb continued to work. He wondered if the pokemon truly had never done this before with another customer, or perhaps Calder had simply meant that it was rare. Those soft lips on his thumb occasionally pulled away to let his tongue press against the tip, lavender eyes peering up at him as if waiting for Emett to take the opportunity to pull his finger away and use his cock instead. He thought about it. He thought about grabbing onto the base of those lovely ears and bringing himself deep into that inviting throat, but he wasn’t sure how far he should go. Emett also couldn’t help but notice that the pace would freeze whenever the rabbit pulled his mouth away from the finger, and only slowly crawl back up to a gentle tugging when his thumb was back in the mouth of that sneaky cinderace.
Finally, he couldn’t handle it. He pulled his thumb away, a thin string connecting the tip of his digit to the pokemon’s smirking lips. That string of saliva snapped as he took hold of his shaft. Calder obediently moved his hands down between his legs so that they were on the floor along with his knees and opened his maw wide for him to see that pink tongue waiting for him. Emett tested the waters by slapping his cock down onto the cinderace’s tongue a few times, and Calder simply remained still with a fluster growing through the scruff of his cheeks. He couldn’t help but smile seeing that blush, and he continued toying with the pokemon’s tongue, pushing and easing the tip in little circles before edging inside slowly. The act seemed to produce a healthy amount of wetness that was already coating his shaft, a few droplets of held-back pleasure dripping from the tip of his shaft onto the hare’s tongue.
“Start moving your head.” He said quietly within a haze of lust.
He moved his hands and leaned back as Calder’s lips sealed over his shaft, and his head began to move. The cinderace began to move his head back and forth, twisting a bit on occasion adding a strange pull to the movement that made him tremble each time. Loving heat trailed up from his shaft up his body in a webwork of pleasure that had him sighing out. He was a man without a wife, without any lover really who mostly focused on his work, so to him, this might as well have been the next life. His own hips bucked on occasion to help with the movements, the pokemon’s nose pushing against his fuzzy crotch before pulling back. The lack of touch, the lack of a lover in his life had his shaft bouncing at this very moment as if he were ready to blow his load right now. At the same time, he steadied himself by reaching over to grab onto the back of the pokemon’s head, never tightening his grip but simply anchoring himself by that soft fur. Every slide of that lovely tongue along his cock was another shudder of trembling pleasure.
Something about the rising heat in his body made him feel bold, his vision acting as if there were steam in the room, his mind addled by lust until his thoughts weren’t so much as processed, as they were simply poured out through rumbling words, “I’d love a chance to grab onto your hips and just hump you. No penetration today if you don’t want. Maybe I could lube up your thighs and go to town?”
The rabbit paused for a second and pulled back slowly, mouth opening to show his tongue pressed against the bottom of the shaft, before he clamped it back shut and started moving again.
He supposed that served as an answer, but he couldn’t help but notice the blush, couldn’t help but notice the little shiver that had run down the rabbit’s form at his words.
Slowly, he began to rock his hips forward while grunting, “C’mon, I want to pump one out onto your legs. I’ll even return the favor with my own mouth if you want. Just let me feel like I’m breeding this beautiful rabbit.”
Again, he saw that shiver and this time, the cinderace pulled back all the way until his lips came off with a wet pop. He leaned back and stared him in the eyes with arms crossed, a frown and suspicion clear as day.
He pushed his cock against Calder’s cheek urged on by lust and he couldn’t help but mutter, “I’m sorry, I can’t really promise I won’t misbehave, but you can at least be sure that it’d be impossible for me to get inside of you. I’ll even let you lube up your thighs yourself.”
Calder took hold of the base of his shaft to stop his grinding, but didn’t squeeze hard or push him away, instead he moved to lick the tip clean of the pre dripping from it before getting up. He watched with excitement pumping through his chest as the cinderace wandered to get the lubrication. Emett rose as the cinderace returned to spread a copious amount of what appeared to be some sort of cream on his thighs before tossing the bottle onto the bed. He looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. Probably that had something to do with the fact that he had a grin plastered to his features. In his lust-drunk state he was still pulsing with pure joy from the fact that he could do this at all, that he could even push the situation to this point. As he settled behind the pokemon, he wrapped his arms around the hare’s chest and locked them at the wrists while pressing his face to the pokemon’s neck. He hummed joyfully and planted kisses along the surface before heading down to the shoulders and even the arms. The cinderace held the rich scents of the coffee shop still clinging to his body, and though his time at that cafe had been recent, he still found himself assuredly nostalgic for that scent.
The pokemon let out a huff as if to let him know to hurry it up, but instead, he bit down on Calder’s shoulder gingerly while slowly sliding his shaft between those plump thighs covered in cream. When he pulled his mouth away he muttered quietly, “Let me enjoy this, please. I’ve been waiting for so long for this chance. Let me pretend.”
Again, the word that he wanted nearly slipped from his lips but it seemed so far away in this lust-driven state, even though his heart still ached to let it out. Emett clung close while moving his hips. That movement started out as a gentle rocking, the frequency, and strength growing as he got into a rhythm. He let out heated breaths as pleasure shuddered through his entire body. Every inch of his shaft was squeezed and massaged by plump thighs covered in a slickness that let him continue thrusting without pause. He planted little pecks against the rabbit’s neck while his fingers began to wander. Softness found him at every turn, one hand moving from his chest down to the crotch. Momentary lucidity urged him to stop there, but he heard a gentle sigh escaping the pokemon. Calder’s hips were moving in time, rounded rear pushing back against his thrusts creating a steady clapping that got louder as he realized that the pokemon was enjoying this. He took hold of Calder’s firm shaft, squeezed, and began to tug on it while the pokemon huffed. The heat of their constant grinding seemed to burn a bit hotter, the pokemon’s back feeling as if he had been lying down on his stomach at the beach. Despite that increase in temperature, he clung closer and buried his face against the pokemon’s shoulder while groaning aloud. He was so close, so very close.
And so it was in this moment of heat, in this moment of pure desire surrounded by walls where they would never be seen that he uttered with a sigh to one of the pokemon’s ears, “Be mine, please, I love you so much.”
The pokemon’s ears jolted, movements stopping, but he kept on humping even as Calder turned his head just a bit.
Whether Calder was going to make a sound of irritation, or some sort of signal to get him to stop didn’t matter. He locked their lips together while continuing to rut and grind away at his pleasure. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but he only separated to drink in the air before stealing another, and another; each longer than the other. Calder’s eyes had narrowed at his word, irritation plain in that soft lavender, but his expression melted with each kiss. He could feel Calder’s excitement throbbing in his hand, could feel the steady drip of something slick over his hand telling him that the pokemon was close, and he doubled his efforts. Calder locked his body forward as if he were about to fall over, a squeak escaping him. This meant that he had to stop thrusting, but Emett kept an arm around the pokemon to hold him while his hand kept on pumping the shaft twitching in his grip until he felt that twitching grow violent, until he felt heated love spilling between his fingers.
When that shaking orgasm finished, he let the pokemon collapse onto the bed. He took hold of his own shaft and began pumping while watching every little detail of the pokemon’s body. Toes curling and twitching, sweat beading between the fur, and hips rolling back and forth in little motions. He brought himself forward as if to mount him, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along the back up to the neck where he stopped. Emett placed the tip of his shaft against the pokemon’s rear and slid between those plush cheeks to keep on pleasuring himself. His first load shot out of him before the pokemon could stage a complaint, Calder’s ears drooping as he painted that lovely star, as the heat of his desire stained the pokemon’s taint and balls on the way down. He kept idly stroking his shaft, continued venting the heat from his body while sighing against the pokemon’s softness.
After he finished, he leaned back up and let out a breath, “Damn that felt good.” He then looked toward the pokemon to see that Calder had rolled onto his back and was staring at him in a particular way. Narrowed eyes, deep frown, very deep, and so he cleared his throat as clarity began to take over lust, “I uh, I took things a little far, huh?”
The cinderace brought a foot up and pushed it to his gut, but didn’t kick, only pushed while rolling his eyes.
He took a step back and let the cinderace rise while he muttered, “I guess I should apologize for all that. I mean, you didn’t need to hear what I said either before. Heat of the moment, or well, not really but it didn’t need to happen like that.”
For a second, he saw Calder’s lips quirk up into a smile before the pokemon grabbed his arm and dragged him into the bathroom.
They shared a shower, and a quiet one at that. The pokemon made no sign as to whether the feeling was mutual, and Emett was left with the fact that he had confessed in the most inappropriate way possible. It had been passionate, but he had pushed things a bit too far at the same time. Maybe he could have led with that too instead of pure lust, but it was too late for regrets now. Calder didn’t seem to have any intention of giving him any signs, and that continued on once the shower was done and they were both nice and dry. They both got dressed, and he followed quietly while Calder led them back down to the lobby. He thanked the lady at the front who was beaming at them, and they stepped back out into the city. When he thought that was it, the pokemon held something up toward him. He tilted his head before realizing that it was his phone. Taking it carefully, he saw that a contact number had been given to him and a message had been sent from said number.
“About what you said. I’ll answer you tomorrow. Not really used to having someone spring all that on me, and you know, it was just supposed to be a handjob but you went crazy. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but maybe take it easy next time and ask me out properly? Figured I’d be selling my ass, but instead, you’re trying to romance me? You’re weird, but I kinda like that. Always stupidly bubbly and cheerful. Wish I could summon half as much energy sometimes.”
The message left him gawking at his phone, and not even the pokemon’s gentle kiss on his cheek could rip his attention away. It was only when Calder had departed leaving him alone did he begin to react. There was a next time. His cheeks hurt as a smile stretched across his face from ear to ear. He began walking with a hum absolutely certain that he could get it right the next time. In fact, tomorrow would be perfect. Well, would that be too soon? Not at all! It counted as next time, didn’t it? And besides that, Calder had said that he had enjoyed what had happened! Perhaps he needed to calm down with his passion a bit, but he was more than confident that he could salvage this! So tomorrow without a doubt, he would ask the rabbit out.
Tomorrow, as it turned out, was a rainy day. The clouds were converging in the sky, weaving together into gray quilts breaking apart in unseen ways to let a steady flow of water wash over the city. He had just gotten off of work and was feeling less tired than usual, but just as excited. It was a little embarrassing, but even his co-workers had asked him why his usual excitement seemed more bubbly. He only said that he had a mission, a particular desire to fulfill that he was confident in. Most of his co-workers and even the people around him seemed quite gloomy about the rain, but even without the special occasion, Emett would be smiling. The gentle sound of the rain touching the concrete, bouncing off awnings, and splashing in freshly made puddles. The slight chill in the air urged along by a gentle breeze. His mind seemed to take a few steps back and slow down during these moments, and he was more than thankful for that. When he got to the cafe’s doors, he shut his umbrella and reached out to let a few drops fall onto his hand for luck before heading on inside. The atmosphere of the cafe remained the same as it usually was except for the addition of a few patrons dripping with rain who perhaps hadn’t read the forecast. He took his seat while humming and didn’t have to wait for long until Calder was there at his side waiting to take his order. Emet drank in the characteristic tired expression and little frown, and smiled brightly in response.
Before the cinderace could turn his tablet to ask what he wanted, Emett asked confidently and without any shame, “Would you honor me with a date after your shift?”
The cinderace stared at him, expression twitching for a few moments before a crooked smile cracked his expression. Calder snorted and shook his head, and at that moment he thought that he’d have to wait again for another chance, but Calder tapped something out on the tablet and offered it to him, “Seriously? I told you next time, and you figured that meant as soon as we meet again? You know, you could have messaged me and asked to head out somewhere other than where I work.”
He nodded slowly and rubbed his chin, “Oh, I guess that’s true. I was just so excited at having another chance I just couldn’t help but rush to the next day to do this.” Emet then grinned while looking toward the cinderace, “Are you saying that you would have accepted a date like that?”
Calder sniffed and looked away while scratching his cheek. A few seconds later he offered the tablet again while continuing to look away, “All right. Hit me with your best shot. Where would we go right now if I cut work for this?”
“Right now?” He asked with brows raised before he thought about it aloud, “I suppose, I’d always dreamed of taking you to a department store and putting you in different outfits, but maybe that’s not your speed. Grabbing something to eat might be out of the question because, well, you work at a cafe so why would you want to go to another eatery?” Emett then tilted his head and added a bit quieter, “One thing I had always dreamed of doing had been done yesterday, but in those dreams, I usually take you home to my own bed instead.” When he looked toward Calder, the cinderace was looking at him with bright red cheeks, and so of course he cleared his throat and added, “Sorry, was that all too much?”
The cinderace scowled as two other pokemon servers walked by. He then shoved the tablet toward Emett’s face, “Lower your voice! And, well, it's kinda flattering. All of it. I guess, if I had to pick, the first thing to start out with. I like playing dress up, so long as you’re not putting me in anything brightly colored.”
Emett beamed and got up to embrace the cinderace tightly for a few tight moments before he felt a hand tapping at his shoulder rapidly, he released Calder after a second or two and sat back down while coughing, “Right, sorry. Overbearing excitement caught me there. Anyway! Not to worry. I am well aware of your style and am more than happy to work with you.” He then hummed and looked out the window, “Although, maybe we should wait until after your shift is done. I doubt your boss would be too happy about this.”
He was entirely prepared to wait inside or out in the rain for this opportunity, but the cinderace simply huffed and slapped the table once before heading off with a huff. Had he said something incorrect? Oh, he didn’t even have the chance to order. Now he found himself uncertain whether he should step out or stay, but that concern didn’t have long to fester as Calder stepped back out wearing a hoodie and grabbed him by the arm to drag him up and out of the store. He opened his umbrella as best as they could, and fumbled for something to say when he realized he didn’t have to. Their arms were locked now as they walked out onto the sidewalk beneath the rain, and the cinderace didn’t pull away. He smiled and his shoulders relaxed, his attention placed firmly ahead of them as they walked like a proper couple.
The department store was a short walk a few blocks away from the store and across the street. It had several floors worth of stores and it dwarfed many of the buildings nearby. They entered into a sterile environment of air-conditioned atmosphere and bright white floors. There were people at the entrance to welcome them with little bows and the offer of brochures, but they simply walked on through to find where they wanted to be. The clothing stores were on the third floor and they followed the crowds up a set of stairs rather than risking a cramped elevator. Emett picked out a store he figured would fit with the pokemon’s aesthetic and the fact that the only casual clothes he had seen the cinderace in were black. Pokemon didn’t have to wear clothes, but a lot of them in the city had decided to give fashion a try. He’d have to ask Calder later why that was the case, but he figured it might’ve been the rise of pokemon contests, or they just thought the material was nice. The store itself was warmly lit with dark apparel lined up in racks and walls near the back where changing rooms hovered a few steps away. As they stepped past the changing room he found himself looking at it wondering if they could go in together, wondering if he could see the pokemon strip and change.
A snapping caught his attention, Calder looking at him with a small smile while tilting his head before pointing down at his crotch.
His thoughts had been brief, but enough to bring his arousal up to bulge against his slacks. Clearing his throat, he muttered, “Really, I don’t have an excuse. I was thinking about the changing rooms and seeing you naked.”
Calder chuckled and brought out his phone, thumb moving across the screen before he saw the message, “So, is that why we’ve been going through the women’s section too? You’ve just kind of been going aimlessly around with your head in the clouds.”
When he noticed that they were surrounded by frilly dresses and dark-colored underwear that barely looked like they covered anything at all, he coughed and chuckled, “W-well, I can say that it wasn’t my intent. If I did see you in something like any of this then of course I’d be happy, but I was mostly excited about getting to be out with you finally. When you didn’t let go of my arm I felt my heart soar.”
The cinderace’s smile slowly faded before he looked down at his phone and gave him a message to read, “Seriously? You’re way too cheesy. I kinda like it though. So, uh, pick out anything you wanna see me in. I really mean anything too.”
His mind frizzed and sparked, and at first, it wasn’t even because of that last statement. He was on a date with the man that he had been pining after, and Emett’s supposed cheesiness was enjoyed. When he really processed the rest of the cinderace’s words, he leaned in and whispered, “Are you certain? Really, really truly sure?”
When the cinderace nodded, he made an executive decision to keep himself from self-destructing with embarrassment and delight in equal measures. He urged the cinderace to wait in the changing room while he plucked out a few things. A black dress with a few frills here and there that appeared to be more of a contest piece than a casual dress, a set of stirrup leggings, and what embarrassed him the most; a frilly little thong that could barely be called underwear. After suffering a few strange glances, he headed back to the changing room with everything on one arm and found the cinderace waiting by one of the stalls with a small smile.
Before the cinderace could tap out a comment, he slipped into the changing booth dragging the pokemon with him.
The stall was large with accommodations to sit on the side and a full-length mirror in front of the door. When he set the clothes to the side and sighed, he looked toward Calder who was fixing him with the smuggest smirk he had ever seen. Not needing any words for the meaning behind that, Emett sniffed, “I figured I could watch you change and it’d be fine, and well, you told me to pick out whatever I wanted. I thought you’d be cute in this.” He then finished with a shy little smile, “Just as I thought you would look beautiful in a wedding dress or tailcoat.”
Both of their cheeks burned as they looked at one another and he prepared himself to depart out of embarrassment of such a forward statement, but the pokemon made him stay still by the door as his cheek was cupped gingerly and their lips met for a slow kiss. It lasted for a golden minute, and it felt so much different than the desperate hunger from yesterday. Soft and gentle. Melting and loving. Their mouths moved the barest amounts, but that was all that was needed. When they separated, the cinderace backed away and started to strip to begin the show. He could decipher the meaning of that kiss later. Right now, he just wanted to bask in the warmth and watch as the one his heart sang for changed in front of him. Part of him had wondered if the pokemon shared his feelings in any way, and if this would be anymore more than a trip of lust, but this little trip was proving that it was more than just that. Of course, his desires were still there, his arousal growing again as he saw the pokemon cast aside his hoodie onto the bench at the side of the changing room.
Calder stretched after disrobing instead of immediately grabbing the dress. The pokemon hummed and bent over, grasping his rear to spread it and give him a show he hadn’t expected. It was almost as if he were being tempted to take action, but instead, he folded his arms and watched with a small smile and a brightness on his face. The pokemon chuckled before straightening to grasp the first article of clothing. First came the stirrup socks. Each of them reached up to the thigh where they grasped onto lovely plumpness. Calder took a seat to stretch one leg out and then the other while he watched with more than a little approval painted on his gaze. Then came the thong. The cinderace got up for this one, slipping it over the ankles and up the legs, thighs spreading it apart before it came to rest at the waist. Calder’s fingers formed a triangle over his crotch to exemplify the tightness cupping his shaft and balls in a bulge that made his cheeks warm further, and further than that when the bunny turned around to show his tail and rear squeezed by the material sliding between them.
In the end, the dress fit over the pokemon nicely, and he had to do it. He just had to do it. Emett pulled the phone out of his pocket to point it at the smiling cinderace and snap a picture. That smile turned into a frown quickly after that, and the pokemon pushed against him while reaching toward the phone as he pulled his hand back to protect his new treasure. He grinned while Calder pouted, and suddenly he was aware of the proximity. Even in a dress, he could still feel the pokemon’s shape, still feel the warmth of his body radiating through. When Calder reached up to grab the phone again, Emett moved down to let their lips meet. The pokemon’s eyes grew wide before softening, before shutting as he leaned into the kiss. It melted whatever little irritations had been on the pokemon’s mind and expression, and it urged him to push forward and receive more of that addictive heat that he now recognized as lust and love in equal measure.
What caught him off guard was a gentle touch at the top of his bulge, two digits pressed against the tent pushing outward. He pulled his mouth away just a bit before muttering, “Hey now, should we really be doing this?”
The rabbit’s arms were thrown around his shoulders, lips crashing to his, back bumping against the door. He blinked and found himself accepting that passionate embrace with a big smile on his face. Now that he thought about it, Calder was much more perverted than he had ever thought possible. He had originally envisioned a chaste and typical relationship, but that was because most of his relationships had been chaste and simple. Sex had been something sparing and quiet, reserved for special occasions during the deep evening hours where even then he found that he was the one either doing all the work, or at least putting in the effort to display some sort of passion. Part of what had interested him so much in the pokemon in the first place was the lack of Calder’s decorum. He didn’t care if customers thought he was rude, and he certainly didn’t seem to care about conventional traditions. And it seemed all of that extended to expressions of passion as well.
When their mouths separated he found himself confident enough to say, “Let’s step down to the pharmacy to grab some condoms and head home. I wanna fuck you in this dress. I wanna fuck you while thinking of a future with you.”
The cinderace stepped back and pinched his fingers together to form a circle, a grin on his features.
Both of those signs didn’t need translating, and didn’t need the phone to tell him what was going on. He paid for the clothes while ignoring the price as much as possible, and they stepped out of the store arm in arm. Calder wore his hoodie again, but when they found the pharmacy and were tucked near the back searching for condoms, the rabbit lifted the hem of his hoodie just a bit just to show that he was still wearing the thong. His cheeks burned and he nearly dropped a pack he had in hand. There were a few words ready to slip from his lips, but the pokemon simply brought a finger to his lips as if to shush him before walking away. After recovering himself and buying what they needed, they headed out of the department store and back into the gentle rain to head to his place. The cinderace had held onto his arm loosely before and it made him feel like they were a couple, but now it felt a bit different. Calder was leaning against him with a little smile cutting through his expression. It felt like he didn’t need to ask how Calder felt, didn’t need to wonder about it either as the pokemon expressed it easily through his actions, but some time in the future he would want to have that conversation. However, there were other things to attend to back at his apartment.
His apartment building was a short walk away from the office he worked at. That meant it wasn’t too long before they were in the apartment lobby and in the elevator riding up and onward toward his apartment. He felt a little nervous, maybe a bit more than that. His home wasn’t the biggest, and he was sure that it wasn’t the cleanest either, so he was wondering if he should have suggested the hotel again. At the same time, he wanted the cinderace to see the space where he lived, he wanted to share this vulnerable moment in a place that truly mattered. He fumbled with his keys a bit when he got to the door, but it opened with a click eventually and he opened it up to let his new lover inside.
A tiny hall leaked out into the living room of his apartment where he had a couch decorated with one of his coats. A screen sat in front of it pressed against the wall, and thankfully nothing embarrassing was on display on the coffee table in front of it. The kitchen was connected to the living room separated by a countertop that looked clean enough, but that was mostly because he ordered out often enough that cleaning the appliances wasn’t really necessary all that often.
“Sorry it's such a mess.” He said as the door closed behind them.
There were other things he wanted to say, other forms of apology that caught his attention and were about to slip out without his permission, but he stopped. Emett stopped because Calder took hold of his tie and loosened it before slipping it away. The top buttons of his shirt were flicked off, and then a few from the blazer he wore. This continued until his blazer was tossed onto the couch along with the tie, until his shirt was opened. Gentle fingers were placed at his chest before moving around to his sides, his arms moving to help slip the shirt away before it was cast aside like the rest of it. Their lips then met for a heated kiss, the first in his apartment, the first in his home. It was a brief kiss, one too short for his tastes, but the pokemon backed away to lean down and pick up both bags they had brought with them. Calder held up the one with the new outfit and departed with it once Emett pointed out where the bathroom was. Calder stepped out in the dress and socks, a polite curtsy given before he simply watched him with a smile.
He took the bag with the condoms in one hand, grabbed the rabbit’s wrist with the other, and dragged them both to his room while his heart thumped wildly in his chest. The bag was tossed onto his bed before he pulled the rabbit around and toward his front. There he held Calder to his body and let his heat erupt. Their lips met in a proper kiss, mouths melding together before parting to allow their tongues room to move. The feeling of sharing that heated connection again was good enough that he had to let out a muffled sigh in pure delight. There was a little snicker slipping between them from Calder, a small hint of humor followed by the cinderace pulling away, but he pushed forward to chase and return the kiss to where it belonged while he grabbed the pokemon’s wrists to keep him locked in place.
Their lips pulled away and he muttered, “Little desk by the window. First drawer should have the lube. Get it while I slip out of these.”
The cinderace nodded with a slip of steam escaping the hare’s lips as he trailed away to do as asked. Emett was more than glad to be given an opportunity to get out of his work pants, to slip them free off of his legs along with the shoes and everything else leaving him fully nude. His shaft was bouncing in the air, excitement bursting through him as he finally found himself in this moment. He knew he should be making it more romantic, but he couldn’t help himself. Calder had displayed a desire for this, a need that he had worried about time and time again in his life that was one-sided, and here he found his heart and lust reciprocated in kind.
He turned to see Calder holding a condom between his lips, a bottle of lube in hand. Both were taken and the cinderace leaned over the bed to continue what they had started yesterday. As he set the condom and lube aside, as he pushed the pokemon’s dress up to grab onto the thong and start tugging it down, he asked with fire on his tongue, “Are you sure about this?” Emett calmed himself long enough to look up to see the pokemon staring back at him with a small smile. That glance was all that he needed, that little look giving him all the permission he needed to utter aloud in a shaky tone, “I love you so much.”
His fingers looped through the thong again to tug it down and then off the feet. Emett then moved to let his tongue graze between those heavy rear cheeks. He coated the pokemon’s puckered star with his drool, and let his tongue dip inside as much as he could manage before moving to the balls. His fingers had gone to those plump rear cheeks to knead and spread them apart, his heat remaining at bay while he worshiped this lovely body. Though he had started out with his movements being heated and desperate, Emett began to slow down and truly savor the moment. Each time his tongue moved from the pokemon’s ass to the balls, he heard a little squeak or sigh, a groan or a moan that grew louder the more he explored. His hands eventually moved to the thighs, squeezing gingerly. One set of digits moved down to the foot to grasp where he could feel the rabbit’s toes curling, the other moving back to the rear while his tongue continued to work gingerly.
When he got up, he made sure to let his fingers drink the plushness of his legs and ass just a bit longer before getting back to other things. Calder was already panting, body shaking and ass hiked up high in the air ready for him. The discarded bottle was brought back up to pour onto the rear, his other hand pushed the dress up just a bit more to make sure that the frilly thing didn’t get stained. He watched as the clear liquid gave a nice shimmer to the rabbit’s fat ass, puckered hole nice and sticky with it. While it still poured, he moved two fingers from the dress down to that inviting hole to push it in, smiling as they slid in so easily as if the pokemon were already prepared for this.
Emett couldn’t help but mutter, “Were you practicing last night for me?”
The cinderace huffed and drew a leg up to try and send a feeble kick his way. He avoided it and had the rabbit on his side, one leg resting on his shoulders while the other stuck out from the bed.
At the same time, he dipped a third finger inside and began rolling his fingers in deep while shivering. He had guessed correctly and wanted to push more, and so while the cinderace groaned and squeaked, he breathed out, “Did you have a crush on me too? Were you thinking about the day I would ask you out, or maybe even just pay for something a little bit saucier? C’mon, you can at least nod in confirmation. Or hold up a finger for the first, two for the second, three for both.”
Calder’s cheeks were scarlet beneath the fur, his face pushing to the pillow now to avoid eye contact, but slowly three fingers pushed into the air.
He began to finger the pokemon with rapid and rolling movements, twisting his digits inside before stretching them wide apart as his excitement grew. Emett jerked his fingers out and pulled away leaving the pokemon to roll over on his back. He tore the wrapper of the condom and fit the tight latex over his shaft before lunging over the pokemon. His arms hooked around those lovely legs as he leaned down to kiss the pokemon’s throat. Part of him expected the cinderace to push him away, but instead the pokemon’s arms wrapped around him tight as he began teasing his way forward. The tip of his shaft pressed against that lubed hole, his mouth placing gentle pecks on the throat each time he poked but never entered. When he slid inside, he shuddered as a warm wash of pleasure radiated out from his core. He dug himself deeper and deeper, inch by inch guided and encouraged by the cinderace’s moans. The last few inches he slammed in all the way and tore his mouth from the pokemon’s neck to get his lips on Calder’s.
Their kiss was just as heated as it had been yesterday, but this time there was something more to it. One of his hands moved to cup a cheek while his tongue dipped into Calder’s mouth, while he sampled and loved the heat pouring from the fire-type's lips. His hips began to rock back and forth, and at first, he thought he could take it slow, but he just couldn’t. Emett’s excitement had his hips bucking forward sending the pokemon jolting, his bed creaking as he thrust away to let his desires and love be known. The pokemon let out little moans between their kisses, little sighs and trills that he swore sounded like Calder asking for more. Those sounds were like a hypnotist’s whisper, guiding and pulling him in different directions until he followed the instructions within the sounds and bucked harder. The pleasure he felt was bolstered by the fact that his heart was in perfect sync with the desires of his body. This was something of a mutual connection, of a love newly born, and even if it didn’t last, at this moment he would cherish whatever he was given.
Suddenly, the pokemon began to squirm underneath him, and he slowed down a bit to see that Calder was trying to get out of the dress. He pulled out slowly to help with the task, both of them panting before Calder lunged at him to lock their lips in another kiss. They were brought back down to the bed, and Emett found himself sitting while Calder crouched over his lap. He wasn’t content to just sit there, however, and he brought himself up to wrap his arms around the pokemon’s waist. They shared that loving embrace of body and lips while the tip of his shaft returned to where it belonged. Once the tip was in, the bunny began bouncing on his lap and his hips moved in kind to join in on the desperate rhythm.
Every movement brought him a little closer and added a bit more pressure to his gut. He was so close, but there was part of him that wondered if he could push this a little further. He had pushed yesterday and gotten such fantastic results, and he wondered what would happen if he voiced his desires? Slowly, he brought his lips away and leaned back while grabbing onto the pokemon’s thighs. The cinderace brought his arms up and back to show off his chest and figure, the plumpness beautiful to him, the weight adding more to the feeling of his shaft being engulfed. His fingers traced the outer thighs while he watched the pokemon’s shaft bouncing up and down.
With all of that in front of him, he couldn’t help but let his words free, “Take the condom off my cock. Let me cum inside of you.”
The pokemon blinked and stopped, but only to slowly lift his hips until Emett’s shaft slipped out all the way.
Even as the pokemon turned around on his hands and knees, he didn’t find himself concerned about the answer, mostly because he felt that Calder was just as much of a pervert as he was. This was confirmed when he felt the pokemon’s foot push back against his cock and rise. The condom slipped away thanks to the tugging of a single toe, the latex soon loose letting his shaft out into the air. Calder kept himself in the same position, on his hands and knees with his ass raised high. He took his place behind the rabbit and took hold of his cock to ease the tip back where it belonged before he shoved in all the way to feel that raw heat engulfing him. He leaned forward all the way and started moving, but didn’t let it out just yet before he wanted something more.
“Calder, sweetie.” He muttered near the pokemon’s head. When the hare’s ears twitched, he asked with a sigh, “Do you love me too? I want to be together, I want to try this. It seems spur of the moment, we only know one another on such a casual basis, but I really do feel something burning for you.”
Calder turned his head enough that he could see that soft lavender peering back at him, and when he nodded Emett buried himself inside as deep as he could go and let their lips lock together. That heated tightness surrounding his shaft milked him, his bouncing member producing more and more seed with every twitch. Once more he let his lips pull away, and that was just to hear the pokemon groaning aloud in pure delight. As he pulled back slowly to savor the feeling of warmth around his shaft. At the same time, he couldn’t help but notice the pokemon bucking his hips, hands between his legs pumping out his own pleasure onto the bed. Somehow, getting to see the pokemon masturbate like that had his body nearly getting ready again for another round of excitement, but instead, he decided that they both probably needed a break and a little check-up.
“How you holding up?” He asked with a sigh.
The pokemon turned onto his back with a gasp before giving a thumbs up.
He placed a hand on the pokemon’s belly, thumb trailing through the fur in small circles while he asked with a hum, “So, lover.” And he couldn’t help but smile like a fool as he said that out loud, “Any chance I could bribe your boss into letting you loose tonight? We could watch movies. I’m terrible at cooking and ready to make you experience how awful of a partner I am.”
Calder sneered and flicked his hand off to the side. He got up for just a moment to get Calder’s phone and returned to continue his gentle massage while the pokemon tapped out a message, “Already had someone take my place. Up for a threesome?”
He coughed, “What? I mean, we just started dating! Isn’t that, well, I mean it would be kind of hot, but I mean, was that the condition?” Emett then scratched his cheek, “And we are dating, right?”
The pokemon laughed, actually laughed before handing him another message, “Yes, you idiot, we are dating, and I was just teasing. You looked like you were daydreaming so I wanted you to snap out of it. It’s embarrassing when you look at me so lovingly. The actual condition to take my shift was that I tell them all about our date. Every detail.” He then held up his finger and typed something else before showing it with a grin, “I could ask about the threesome. He’s a lopunny and apparently, you got a thing for rabbits.”
All he did was take the pokemon’s phone and set it to the side before leaning down to press his forehead to his lover’s, and quietly he muttered, “Hush. Tease me later. Right now, let’s spend today and tonight as lovers and learn. If that’s okay with you.”
Calder’s hands gave him his answer, soft digits grasping onto his cheeks, thumbs pressing to the skin while Emett and the cinderace smiled in each other’s presence. Whether it would work or not. Whether they would have a future or just a brief flash of utter jubilee. None of it mattered in the face of the bliss they felt nestled together and ready to see just where they could take this.