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Another candy wrapper strayed from where Dyle last left it. He didn’t outwardly acknowledge it, at least not at first. He just sat by on a bench and admired the wonderful trains adorning the station. Suddenly, sometoon – one Dyle has already guessed the identity of – landed from the ceiling bars onto the spot next to him.
“It’s a wonder your tails aren’t further ruffled.” He quipped, not taking his eyes of the rails. They seemed quite dusty after so many years of service, might’ve been tie to ask Tisha to give a helping hand in cleaning them up a little.
Yatta laughed with the same enthusiast as always, before shuffling closer to Dyle. They giggled at his judgmental glare, before pecking him on the cheek. Then again. Soon enough, their lips traced his neck and their hands started tugging at the collar of his suit and formal shirt.
“Mh- not here.” Dyle muttered, his hands snaking around Yatta’s waist, claws pinching slightly at the material composing their flesh.
Yatta chuckled evilly, licking the sensitive spot on Dyle’s throat. The clock toon let out a pathetic whine, close to a-
“Hehe, did you just MOAN?” Yatta playfully teased, before rolling down onto the floor, taking Dyle down with them.
Soon enough, the two scattered to Dyle’s room, occasionally pausing to make out in a secluded corner of Gardenview or two. Once they reached the destination, Yatta pushed their partner onto the bed, immediately jumping to trap him between their legs.
Dyle’s face turned as dark as the ichor flowing through him allowed, already feeling his clock stir with enthusiasm. Yatta felt it too, by the mischievous grin they gave him. She started slowly grinding their hips against his cock, before speeding up the pace while almost ripping Dyle’s clothes off of him.
Once Dyle, already a flustered, turned on mess was prepared, Yatta started peppering kisses all over his body, licking where they thought would get the most reactions out of. They had already memorized the vast majority of Dyle’s weak spots, but it was never too late to discover something new about themselves or their partner!
“Nghh… Y-Yatta, you’re overwhelming~!”
“Do you need a break, dear?”
Dyle gave a small head shake of disapproval, before a loud moan escaped his chest. Speaking of, the toon felt a strange pressure from excitement wrap around his lungs like tight, velvet ribbons. His stomach was in knots and there was a warmth seeping through his ichor. Yatta has already started toying with Dyle’s cock, stroking it faster and faster before finally licking it. Their tongue felt amazing against Dyle’s member, making him almost sob out of lust and excitement. He hadn’t allowed himself much pleasure, at least not until dating Yatta, but they always made sure he was satisfied by now.
After some more friction and some other forms of penetration, the couple put some comfy pjs on, cuddling while recharging each other’s energy after all of that, er… exercise. For Yatta, that meant almost inhaling an entire bowl of candy while yapping to Dyle about what they have been doing with their friends from the circus trio. Dyle just listened, one arm once again clinging to Yatta’s magnetic body while he laid fully down on the comfortable – by his standards, at least – mattress.
Maybe, just maybe, Dyle could get used to this. Maybe he genuinely could enjoy someone’s touch without feeling a suffocating adrenaline telling him he’s in danger.
Maybe Yatta was his person. His toon, and he was theirs.