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Ifa has never been one to drink. His job required him to be fully sober 24/7 in case an emergency pops up. Of course he has indulged in drinkin alcohol just a little bit in the past, but never drank more than one small cup. Just one of it was enough to make him tipsy, now imagine what would happen if he drank a regular cup of alcohol.
So yeah, alcoholic drinks were a big no-no for him.
Except when Ororon was involved. He just can never say no to him no matter how hard he tries.
And that has unfortunately put him in the most awkward situation he could haver ever been put into in his life: Him and Ororon lying on the same bed, naked.
If he weren't currently hungover he would have probably panicked a lot more. Internally, of course, if there's one thing he has learned in his whole life and job is to remain calm no matter what the present circumstances are.
But hey, just because they're both naked and are sharing a same bed doesn't mean anything happened!
…Right?
'Well….it wouldn't hurt to check if….' He slowly lifts up the blanket and…Nope, no pants on. Goddamnit.
'Way too go drunk me-' He sighs and facepalms. The last silverlinning was that maybe they simply took off all of their clothes because the room was too hot….but not only did that sound stupid, that doesn't explain the soreness on his body, which can only mean some…strenous physical activity was done.
Then again, he doesn't really remember what happened last night after he had more than two drinks, so maybe he's just overthinking things and assuming stuff that probably didn't even happen in the first place. Ororon has told him a few times how the tends to overthink stuff.
Well, whatever may or may not have happened last night between them, he cannot dwell on that any longer. There's work to be done back at the clinic, so he should be on his way soon.
He gets off from the bed, mindful to not wake Ororon up, then picks up and puts on his pants that—thanfully—are lying on the floor right next to the bed, then he works on putting on his boots.
Then he begins making a mental list of all the tasks for the day that need to be done while he starts to put on his shirt.
'Okay, I need to feed the suarians and then give the ones under treatment their morning meds, then-' He is buttoning up his shirt with speed and precision while continuing to think of everything he has to get done.
"Hey, Ifa…Have you ever thought about kissing me?"
Ifa immeditely stops working on the buttons of his shirt. Was that…?
Ifa…
Come on, just put it in already-
Ifa….! Haaaa~
Ifa's face turns red, his eyes widen in shock and covers his face with one hand as some vague memories of last mind wash over in his mind.
The kisses, the feeling of Ororon's skin against his own, his calloused hands exploring every inch of his friend's body, the sweet noises and whimpers coming from Ororon's mouth as Ifa fucks-
Wait no! Stop that! That's not-!
Hold on a second.
Those memories….But then that means-
H-He and Ororon-
Oh god.
Oh no.
He had fucked his best friend.
Who, mind you, he's been crushing on for years now!
And worst of it all, he barely remembers it.
So much for being the responsible one…
Alright, that's his cue to leave before he does end up making any more stupid decisions and makes everything worse.
'But…' He looks back at Ororon, who's still peacefully sleeping on the bed, completely unaware of Ifa's inner turnoil. 'If I leave without a word he may think I'm avoiding him…..but I also don't think I'll be able to have this conversation with him right now, my head feels like it's about to explode.' He thinks as he puts his hat and coat on. 'I gotta cool down and clear my head first, also….' He turns his gaze to Ororon once more. 'He probably is as hungover as I am, so I shouldn't wake him up.'
He begins walking towards the door, his mind still racing with a million thoughts. 'Besides, Ororon knows how busy I am everyday and that there's stuff I gotta take care of in the mornings, so I need to leave to early. It'll be okay.'
His hand is already on the doorknob, but he suddenly remembers something.
'Oh wait! He might need some painkillers for the headache…'
He let's go of the doorknob and quickly moves to grab some painkillers and a glass of water, places them on the nightstand with a little note that says 'For the headche' and then leaves.
Little did Ifa know that Ororon has been awake all this time and heard him get up, immediately leaving without saying a word.
Ororon had woken up with a slight sting in his head, he had to slowly open up his eyes so the light of the early morning wouldn't bother him too much. His body even felt too sore that he could barely move. But he could still feel the warmth and presence of Ifa's body, even if his back was currently facing his friend.
What even….?
Oh right. He remembers now.
He had suggested they should play a drinking game and both had a bit too much to drink last night and…well, things got a bit too heated last night between the two. He can't even bring himself to remember every detail without feeling his cheeks heat up.
It would be a lie if he ever said he didn't like Ifa as more than a friend. He doesn't know when it was that he started to have feelings for Ifa but, well, this was new territory for him that he didn't knew how to explore.
Suddenly, he feels the bed slightly move and creak.
'Ifa must be awake now too.' He thinks. Well, maybe now that both are awake they could talk about what happened and-
He feels Ifa get up from the bed. Weird…he didn't even bother to check if he was awake too…
Now he hears the sounds of the rustling fabric of clothes.
'Hold on, is Ifa putting on his clothes now? But….surely he's not planning to leave just like that….right?'
Ororon doesn't move at all, he just keeps listening to Ifa's movement, waiting for him to wish him good morning or at least kiss forehead like some couples do after having sex the previous night— at least according to Granny's novels.
But there are no words or romantic gestures, there's only a deafening silence that's only broken by Ifa's footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing a second later.
He left, just like that, without saying a single word.
Ororon feels a sting in his chest. He doesn't even know why it hurts this much, it's not like what happened last night meant anything, both were under the influence of alcohol, they didn't knew what they were doing—mostly Ifa, as Ororon can hold his alcohol better—so whatever they've done last night was not a big deal.
But to Ororon it meant a lot, so much more than one can imagine.
And he had hoped Ifa would feel the same way.
But he had left, just like that, without saying a word….
Did he regret what had happened? Did he believed that last night was a mistake?
His heart aches just thinking about it, he doesn't want to believe it but….if that wasn't the case, then why did Ifa left so suddenly?
"Fuck." That's all that he can say as he cover his face with his arm. Ifa probably left so suddenly because he doesn't want to see him anymore.
Now he's starting to regret sugegsting the drinking game in the first place. He didn't even imagined this would happen! He just thought it would be a fun game to play and…that it would hopefully help him confess his true feelings to Ifa without overthinking it too much.
Well, now he can see that what people call 'liquid courage' is a double edged sword. Which unfortunately backfired badly in his case.
And worst of all, it has left him in a situation that he isn't even sure he can fix it.
Is there even a way to fix this?
'……Maybe Ifa left because he doesn't even feel that way about me.' Now his mind was entering a dangerous and painful territory, but how could it not? There's no other explanation to Ifa's actions just now. If he had felt the same way he wouldn't have left so suddenly. If he had felt the same way, he would have stayed and they would have talked about what happened.
But he didn't.
And now, Ororon must pick up the pieces of his broken heart. The pieces of a relationship that could never be, of a friendship that now is all broken and lost.
Ifa was currently checking and reorganizing medical files at his clinic, but his mind wasn't really on the task at hand.
After he left Ororon to deal with his work of the day, he really didn't have a single free moment to go back and check back on him, but after many hours of hard work, he finally had the chance to go back and see how Ororon was doing…but he was nowhere to be seen.
At first, he thought of the worst possibility, but his rational side simply reminded him that maybe Ororon left because he also has stuff of his own to do, like tending to his garden of veggies.
….But what if Ororon took his departure the wrong way?
That thought has been nagging his brain ever since he left and it's only made it a bit difficult for him to focus on his work. Honestly, he isn't even sure anymore that he made the right choice by just leaving without saying a word.
But what else could he have done? He wasn't in the right state of mind to stay and talk things with Ororon, heck, that converted would have probably ended up badly if he had stayed…..Though, if he thinks about it…maybe he could have left a note where it said he was leaving off for work and that once he gets back they will talk about what happened last night.
Why does he keep making stupid decisions?!
Oh well, no point in lamenting over what he could have done differently or whether Ororon took things the wrong way. Only way to get an answer —and hopefully set things straight between them— is by talking to him.
So, he quickly wraps up what he's doing, putting all the files back to their place and putting aside those that need to be checked later.
He then turned to around to call out for Cacucu, but quickly changed his mind, as he isn't sure he wants to have the small saurian witness such a serious and intimate conversation with Ororon at all. So, he instead looks to check on the little qucusaurus and to his own surprise, Cacucu is already asleep on the nest he made for him months ago.
'Yeah, I should let the little guy sleep.' He smiles at the sleeping bird and leaves, mindful not to make too much noise.
Ifa sometimes forgets just how far away Ororon's house is. Probably becuase he usually has Cacucu to take him there, but today he had to get there the ol'fashioned way: walking.
Honestly he should have just called for any Qucusaur to give him a ride. He passed the flying trials with flying colors when he was young, so any Qucusaur would have heeded his call. But if Cacucu ever found out that he had rode on another Qucusaurus back, he will be pecked on the head for a whole week (or at least until he gives the little guy a couple of saurus crackers as compensation). Just thinking about it is enough to give Ifa chills.
When the first small silhouttes of vegetables coming from the ground could be seen in the distance, Ifa knew he had almost reached his destination. He increased the pace of his steps, wanting to get there as soon as possible and be over with this quickly. His own heart was beating so fast and he could feel some nervousness creep into him.
Why was he even nervous? There's no need to feel like that. He's just gonna talk about what happened last night with his best friend and sort everything out.
'But what if it doesn't end up the way you want to?' He immediately brushes off that thought aside. Everything will turn out fine.
To Ifa's own surprise, he was now standing in front of the door. He didn't even noticed he had already arrived to his destination.
His hand was already on its way to knock on the door, but it stops midway. For some reason, he can't bring himself to do it.
'Come on man, you can do this. You're just here to talk and set the record straight.' He reminds himself in his head. But his hand doesn't move an inch. For some reason he feels…
He feels scared.
He is scared of what's to come next once they have this conversation.
He is afraid of losing Ororon forever.
And that thought alone is too scary for him.
'Well, I'm certainly gonna lose him forever if we don't talk about what happened'
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Then summons all of his courage and knock on the door, calling out Ororon's name.
"Ororon? You in there? I've come to talk about…about last night."
There's a heavy silence. There's no answer from Ororon.
That's odd…When the young man from the Masters of the Night-wind isn't tending to his vegetable garden he usually is in his home sleeping or doing something else.
Ifa doesn't give upand knocks on the door again.
"Bro come on! Answer me! I know you're in there!" He moves his ear closer to the surface of the door, trying to hear any sounds of movement. For a short moment, he could have sworn he heard footsteps on the other side.
So he is in there.
"Dude I'm being serious! Open up and let me in, we really have to talk!" He's knocking on the door with more insistence. But despite all of it, the door doesn't open, nor does he get an answer from Ororon.
Okay, now he feels more annoyed than scared.
"You know what? Fine! If you don't wanna do this now, alright, I'll respect that." He takes a step back from the door. "But don't even think I'm giving up, cause I'm not! And if I have to bring Granny Itzli to make you talk to me, then I'll do it!"
For a moment, there's silence. Then the sound of the door slightly opening.
"Please don't bring Granny into this…" Ororon say almost in a whisper. Only a portion of his face is visible.
Ifa has to hold back the need he has to sigh. Of course the threat of dragging Citlali into this mess is what makes him finally open the door and address his presence.
"Well, I'll have to drag her into this mess unless we talk. So, can I come inside now?"
Ororon nods his head and open the door more, moving aisde to let Ifa walk in then he closes the door.
"Where's Cacucu?" Ororon asks, not evenlooking at Ifa when doing so.
"He's at the clinic. Litte dude must have been exhausted cause he quickly fell asleep on his nest." Ifa sits down on the couch. Seconds later, Ororon follows after and sits right next to him.
Both remain in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say.
How does one even begin to discuss the topic of what happened last night?
'Way to go Ifa. You come to talk about what happened and yet you didn't thought of how to even begin the conversaiton!'
Luckily or unfortunately for Ifa, Ororon is the first one to break the silence.
"So, you said you wanted to talk…"
"Huh? I mean-" He takes a moment to breath and compose himself. "Yeah, that's what I said…I just…felt like we really needed to discuss about…about what happened last night…"
"Oh. I see…" Ororon's body tenses up, and this doesn't go unnoticed to Ifa, but he doesn't mention it.
"Look, last night was…well…I think we can agree that neither of us were on a right state of mind and…things happened…stuff that I'm not sure if we have done have we've been sober…right?" At some point, Ifa had started fidgeting with his fingers. He doesn't look at Ororon as he waits for his response.
Instead of getting an answer, he sees Ororon suddenly stand up from the couch.
"Ororon? You okay?"
"I can't do this."
Before Ifa can even properly react, Ororon is running back to his bedroom
Now Ifa is definitely mentally cursing at himself for not thinking carefully what he was going to say before coming here.
But he is not gonna let Ororon run away just like that.
Ifa quickly gets up and grabs Ororon's arm with enough strength to keep him from running away but not enough to hurt him.
"Dude seriously?! What's gotten into you?"
"Let me go!" Ororon tries to pull away from Ifa's grip.
"I won't let you go until you tell me what's wrong!"
To Ifa's own surprise, Ororon manages to escape from his grip and pushes him back with enough force that it makes him fall on his back onto the floor. He attmpts to get up, until he feels a shock all over his body which prevents him from moving for some seconds.
Did Ororon just used his vision to paralyze him for a moment?!
Luckily, the shock wasn't strong enough to cause any harm and Ifa could recover quickly and catch up to Ororon before he locks himself down in the bedroom.
He rushes into the room and tackles the young man, making him fall on the bed on his back. Ifa takes a hold of his wrist and pins them up with enough force o keep Ororon from running away a second time.
"Ifa, get off me!"
"No! I won't until you tell me what's wrong and we properly talk about what happened!" It's taking a lot effort and concentration to keep Ororon pinned against the bed, because despite the muscle he's built throughout the years by handling unruly saurians, Ororon was a warrior, meaning he was strong enough to push Ifa off with ease.
"No! I don't wanna talk about it anymore! I know what you were going to say next! That last night was a mistake, that it should have never happened!" Tears begin to roll down the hybrid's face.
For a moment Ifa doesn't know what to say, but he quickly recovers from the initial shock.
"What-? Ororon that's not-!"
"You regret what happened last night! And don't tell me you didn't, because if that were the case then why did you left?!" Ororon cries out. "Last night was a mistake for you just admit it!"
Ifa's eyes widen in shock. Realization and guilt strike him at the same time and he has never hated himself more in his life.
'Fuck! I should have never left without saying a word.'
"Ororon, look at me. Please…" The vet gently holds Ororon's face so they can look at each other. He can now clearly see the tear stains on his face, the look of hurt in Ororon's eyes.
To think he was the cause of his tears and pain. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt his dear Ororon.
"Oh Ororon…my sweet silly bat…I'm so sorry, I should have never left just like that without saying a word." He brushes away the tears rolling down his face, letting go of his grip on Ororon's wrists. "I do not regret last night…even if I don't remember most of it, in my heart I know that I did not regret a single moment of it." His hands brush the strands of Ororon's hair.
Now it is Ororon's turn to be shocked.
"What…? But then…why did you left so suddenly…?"
"Because I was a big idiot. That and there was stuff I needed to get done back at the clinic. You know how busy my mornings are, bro." For a moment, he smiles, only to sigh and frown a second later. "I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't have left just like that. I simply assumed you would think I left because of work, but now I know I was very wrong to think that."
"Yeah… But you could have left a note behind."
Now that, made Ifa laugh out loud. "Oh believe me. I thought about that way too late."
"Wow, you definitely are an idiot. And here I thought you were the smart one."
Now both were laughing. For once, Ifa agreed with Ororon on him being the idiot between the two.
"So…does this mean we're good now?"
"Yeah, I think so…"
"And are we still friends?"
Ifa feels his body freeze for a second. He didn't expect for Ororon to ask that.
'Are we still friends? Can we even remain as just friends after what happened last night…? How does one even act normal around his friend after exploring their bodies the way we did last night?'
Why is he even overthinking this? He knows the answer way too clearly.
"No. I don't think we can still be friends."
"Oh…" Ororon's ears flop down. "Then I suppose-"
"I'm not done talking," Ifa quickly shuts him down. "I'm only saying that because…I don't think I'll ever be able to act normal around you after what happened. I just can't pretend it never happened."
He takes a deep sharp breath and closes his eyes, preparing for what's to come. If there's a better chance to say what has been hidden in his heart all this time, it is now or never.
"Ororon….I love you."
And it's done. The words he has been wanting to say had finally been laid out, his own gaze reflecting how big his feelings and love for Ororon are.
And whether he rejects him or reciprocates his feelings, it doesn't matter. If he had to keep his feelings any longer, he would have imploded any minute now.
"You…love me?" Ororon is in utter disbelief. He didn't thought Ifa would actually love him. He had hoped that would be the case, but never dared to imagine more beyond that, let alone bring up his feelings or confess, as the idea of being rejected on the stop was terrifying.
But now, here he is, pinned against the bed of his bedroom, with Ifa on top of his body confessing how he loves him.
"Of course I do. I…I've been in love with you for a long time." Ifa admits as he lets one of his hands caress Ororon's cheek.
"But…why? I'm not-"
"Don't. Don't you dare finish that sentence." He fully let's go of Ororon's wrists to cup his face with both hands. "I don't care what you think of yourself, because to me, whatever negative things you think of yourself ain't true. You're special to me in every way, even if your soul is incomplete, even if you're weirdo, it doesn't matter! I love you, just the way you are."
Ororon could have sworn he felt his own heart skip a beat. To think Ifa felt so strongly about him…Still, he doesn't feel like he's worthy enough to be with him…
"Hey, you don't believe what I'm saying is true?"
"Wha-" Ororon snaps out from his own thoughts. "N-No, I just-"
Ifa chuckles and smile at him, with such a gentle look in his eyes. "It's okay. I suppose I just have to show you instead…." He kisses Ororon on the lips with a gentleness that reflect just how much he loves him.
Ororon is shocked at first, but he easily melts into the kiss. And as soon as Ifa notices this, he lets himself to turn up the heat a bit, making the kiss turn from a gentle one to a more heated one instead, making them both groan.
Both men messily make-out on the bed. Their hands moving all over their bodies, trying to feel whatever they can of their bodies even when their clothes are in the way. They only stop when the need to breath is greater than anything else.
The two of them just look at each other, their chests heaving as they attempt to catch their breath.
'Fuck. That felt amazing.' Ifa thinks in his head, wanting to keep going, but he knows this may not be the time for that.
Well, now Ororon fully believes Ifa was being serious about his feelings for him. That kiss left no room for any lingering doubts.
Ifa let's out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in and places a kiss on Ororon's forehead. "I promise I'll make it up to you…Just, say whatever you want and consider it done. Your wishes are my command."
"Oh, I can ask for anything? Then…I think I know what I want." Ororon grinned and pulls Ifa back down for another kiss that is now full with a desperate need, his tongue peeking out to try and get access to the inside of Ifa's mouth, making the tlalocan man groan, who in return, slightly parts up his lips.
Fine, if this is what his bro wants, then who is he to deny him? Can't exactly back down on his promise now.
This time he won't forget about this, and he'll make sure Ororon never forgets about it too.
*****
As their tongues engage in a sensual dance during their kiss, Ifa brushes of his coat off his shoulders and tosses it aside, not caring where it lands. His gloves and hat then have the same fate as his coat.
His hands move lower against Ororon's sides, reaching the hem of his shirt and pulling it up a bit, but he stops and breaks the kiss for a moment to look at Ororon.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Ifa asks, his hands still holding the shirt, ready to pull it up or let go.
"Yeah, of course I want this." Ororon says already feeling out breath even thought they've barely done anything besides kissing. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts now."
"What-?! N-No! I'm not-!" Ifa's face flushes. "Dude, I simply wanted to have your full consent!"
"Huh, so it doesn't matter if you're drunk or sober, you're always so considerate."
"What-? What does that even mean?"
"Well… Last night you were constantly asking me if you could keep going or if what you're doing was fine." Ororon says in a very casual manner. "Not gonna lie, it was very cute seeing you constantly asking for my consent even if you were drunk."
Ifa is absolutely stunned by what he just heard and he groans of embarrassment. Is he proud at himself for being considerate of Ororon's feelings and asking for his consent even while he was drunk? Yeah, at least that shows he's not an absolute ass. But that doesn't make it any less embarrassing.
"Hey, no need to be embarrassed-" Ororon gasps when Ifa put his lips on his neck, leaving a mark that would be visible to everyone.
"Shut up." Ifa continues his assault on his neck, while pulling up Ororon's shirt—who gladly helps him take it off—and tosses it to the floor. He nearly chokes at the beautiful sight of Ororon's bare torso in front of him. His well-toned physique and tattoos are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.
"S-Stop staring…" Ororon has to force himself to look away due the intensity of Ifa's gaze on his body.
Ifa chuckles at Ororon's sudden shyness. "How can I not stare when I have such a beauty right under me?" He dives in for another kiss that only lasts for a second. Then he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt and tosses it aside with the rest of the discarded clothing.
Now it is Ororon's turn to stare and admire the glorious body in front of him. It wasn't the first time he's seen Ifa's shirtless—last night he had the honor to witness that for the very first time—but that doesn't mean the view of his toned chest and the skin covered with a few scars caused by some of Ifa's patients isn't a mesmerizing sight.
"Like what you see?~"
"What do you think?" Ororon grins and moves to push his lips on Ifa's. This kiss is even hungrier than the previous one, making Ifa moan.
Ifa moves his hands to cup the hybrid's face, devouring him with his mouth and tongue as if his life depended on it. Meanwhile, Ororon is unsure of where to put his hands, but an idea crosses his mind and he moves one of his hands lower until it reaches Ifa's crotch.
The sudden touch on his groin makes Ifa gasp.
"Feeling quite impatient now?" Ifa breathes against his lips.
"M-Maybe…"
"Alright. I suppose we can move on to the next part if you can't wait any longer." Ifa gets up from the bed. First he removes his boots and then unbuckles his belt, letting it fall on the floor alongside his pants, leaving him now in only his underwear.
"Need help with that?" The vet asks with a grin on his face, pointing out how Ororon still has his pants and boots on.
"Ah! S-Sorry!" The mictlan man wastes no more time and takes off his boots and pants in a hurried manner. When his hands are on the waistband of his underwear, he hesitates for a second and then he pulls them down, revealing his half-hard length already leaking with precum.
"Well, looks you really were feeling very needy, hm?" Ifa wraps his hand around Ororon's dick and slowly moves his hand up and down, stroking the sensitive flesh with precision and at a pace that will make his dear bro lose his mind.
"Ah! I-Ifa!" Ororon's hips move in tandem with Ifa's hand. The feeling of his calloused hands on his most sensitive area is already enough to drive him wild. But it's not enough, he needs more.
"Ifa….please….I-"
"Shhh. I know….you want more, don't you?" Ifa smirks, never stopping the movement of his hand on Ororon's dick. "Don't worry, you'll get what you want soon. But first, we have to get you ready, okay?"
"O-Okay…" Ororon whimpers a bit. "There's….There's a bottle of lube in that drawer…" He weakly points at the night stand to their right. Ifa just nods and opens the drawer, quickly finding the bottle and taking it out. He twists the cap open and pours a generous amount on his hand, making sure his fingers are wet and slick enough before placing one against Ororon's hole.
"You ready?" When Ororon nods, Ifa slowly inserts his finger in the tight hole.
'Fuck….He's so tight…Gotta make sure he's all loose and ready before I get inside him….' Ifa thinks and then slowly thrusts his finger in and out, testing out the waters first before picking up the pace, studying Ororon's reactions to try and find any sign of discomfort. When he sees none of that, he inserts another finger, stretching him even more and earning a very loud moan from his beloved.
It really is taking all of Ifa's self-restraint to not replace his fingers with his dick. He really wants to be inside Ororon so badly, but he must ensure he is ready first so he doesn't end up accidentally hurting him.
But heaven's above is it hard to focus on the main goal when Ororon's moans are such an alluting sound to hear.
'I can't take this anymore. I need to be inside him NOW.'
Ifa pulls out his fingers from Ororon's entrance, then pulls down his underwear, freeing his hard-length.
Ororon whines when he feels Ifa pull out his fingers. "Ifa? Why did you-" His words die out when he sees Ifa's fully erect cock.
"I hope you're ready, because I really need to be inside of you right now." The vet aligns the tip of his cock with Ororon's entrance and slowly pushes it in.
'Fuck….I'm barely fully in and I already feel like I want to blow up.' Ifa thinks as he bites down his lower lip, thinking it will help him not lose it entirely. It didn't really help him.
In an attempt to distract himself so he doesn't come so quickly as if he were a teenager, Ifa captures Ororon's lips in a fervent kiss that would leave them both breathless.
The kiss not only proved to be the perfect distraction but it also helped Ororon relax a bit more, letting his tense muscles loosen up, which did help Ifa finally get all the way in and earn a beautiful and exquisite moan from Ororon.
Yeah, Ifa isn't gonna last long. And if he does, then he'll die a happy man, cause there's not way he's surviving any of this.
"Hey…you good?" The vet asks, his voiced a bit strained of the sheer effort it's taking him not to start moving and taking exactly what he's been wanting for so long.
"Y-Yeah…" Ororon chokes out, even if this isn't the first time he's had Ifa's dick inside his ass, it doesn't mean he's already gotten used to its size. "Just…need a second…"
"Alright, tell me when you feel ready." Ifa then kisses Ororon's forehead. That simple gesture was enough to make Ororon's heart skip a beat. Ifa has always been a kind and gentle soul, but to have such kindness and gentleness directed entirely to him….
After a couple of second pass, Ororon feels ready now for whats to come next. "I…I'm ready now."
"You sure? There's no need to hurry."
"I know." Ororon leans up to kiss Ifa on the cheek. "But I really need you to start fucking me right now."
Ifa practically choked on air at how Ororon said that so…bluntly.
But he has to admit he's sharing Ororon's impatience on this one.
There's no need to waste any more time when both of their of their bodies are demanding the same thing: to finally become one in the most primal way possible.
Ifa starts moving. His thrusts are slow but also deep, he doesn't want to overwhelm Ororon, but he also wants to make sure he enjoys every second of it. He also makes sure to pay close attention to Ororon's body language, his expressions and every little sound he makes. Years of experience treating saurians have taught him to pay attention to even the smallest of details, and he's glad that knowledge has finally gotten some good use out of his work…even if he's using it to make sure he gives his beloved gets the best fuck of his life.
Meanwhile Ororon felt like this was the most sweet but worst torture of them all. He understands why Ifa is going slow, he really does, but to him it's not enough. He needs more.
"Ifa…Stop being a tease." Ororon whine. "Please! I need you so badly! Want you to ruin me completely!"
The moment Ifa hears Ororon beg for more, something deep within snaps.
He stops and immediately pulls out, making Ororon whine and feel confused as to why he stopped, but he doesn't even get the chance to protest as Ifa almost instantly flips his body so he's now on his stomach, pulling his ass up.
Ororon isn't really surprised at Ifa's strength but the way he man-handled his body just now…goddamn did that turned him on-
Then next he knows, he feels Ifa put his dick back into his ass in one swift single thrust, making him groan. The vet tightly holds his hips to keep him in place.
Ifa leans over, his chest against Ororon's back and his head close enough to whisper something against his ear, "You said you wanted me to ruin you….Then I'll give you what you want." He then starts moving once more, but this time, he's not gentle, instead he's rough and his movements are hard and fast. For the sake of his own sanity, he had clsoed his eyes so he couldn't see Ororon's face and focus better on making them both feel good.
"I-Ifa! Ngh-!" Ororon has to use the pillow to muffle a particularly loud moan that was threatening to escape from his lips. The way Ifa is moving and claiming him right now are making him insane, he's not going to last long, he can already feel it in his gut. And he isn't the only that's feeling like that.
Ifa is doing the best he can to ensure this lasts for as long as possible, but he can already feel the signs of his own climax build up in his gut.
With a loud moan of each other's names, both men came, making a mess of each other and the bedsheets.
Ifa collapses on top of Ororon, but then moves their bodies so they're laying on their sides, with him spooning Ororon from behind. He carefully pulls out and wraps his arms around his lover's waist.
For a moment, they say nothing. The experience had left them both breathless and spent.
*****
Ifa nuzzles his face against Ororon's neck, leaving a kiss on his shoulderblade. "You alright? I wasn't too rough, right?"
"No, it was perfect." Ororon sighs and then turns his body to see Ifa. His face was flushed with a look of staisfaction and contentment.
"I'm happy to hear that. Last thing I wanted was to hurt you….I really wanted this to be special."
"Any moment with you is already special, Ifa." He smiles
That single sentence accompanied by Ororon's smile makes Ifa's heart skip a beat and his face flush. "Bro, when did you become such a smooth talker?"
"Huh? But I was simply telling the truth of how I feel when I'm with you." The mictlan boy does seem genuinely confused.
"Nevemind, forget I said anything and let's just leave it as you catching me off guard." Ifa then gives Ororon a more gentle kiss on the lips. "Remind me one of these days to take you on a proper date."
"And why not do that tomorrow?"
"Bro have you really forgotten how I'm always busy with work?"
"No. But I think it's about time you stop about work for a day and take a day off." Ororon begins. "You already do so much for you tribe and the saurians, you deserve to take a break every once in a while, Ifa."
"I-I guess you do have a point…But I still got some important stuff to take care of and I definitely can't leave the clinic alone tomorrow and-" He's rambling is stopped by Ororon holding his face and looking at him directly to his eyes with a really serious look.
"Ifa, the world isn't gonna end if you stop working for one day. And there are other vets in Natlan that can handle things in your absence. You don't have to handle everything yourself, you know?"
Ifa sighs, knowing too well that Ororon is right. "Alright, you win. Tomorrow I'll take a day off and we'll go on a date." He smiles at Ororon. "…But, at least let me take care of feeding the saurians at the clinic and giving them their required medication."
Ororon instantly gives him that one look that say 'You gotta be kidding me', luckily Ifa quickly explains himself. "Hey don't give me that look! I promise I'll let someone else handle things in my stead, I just…I don't feel comfortable with the idea of someone else giving the saurians their meds, especially since the doses are very precise and one small mistake on it can make things worse."
The mictlan man rolls his eyes and sighs, "Alright, I'll concede this time. But that is the only vet-related work you're allowed to do tomorrow! If I catch you doing anything else, I swear I'll carry you out of the clinic like a sack of potatoes."
"O-Okay! I got it! No need to do that!"
"Good." A yawn escapes from Ororon's mouth.
"Feeling tired already?" Ifa brushes aside some of Ororon's hair to see his face clearly.
"A little bit…will you stay? At least for a little longer?"
"Of course." Ifa places a kiss on his forehead. "Rest for as long as you need. I promise I'll still be here when you wake up."
Ororon just hums and closes his eyes, his head comfortably laying on Ifa's shoulder as he quickly falls into a deep slumber.
'Man, he really must have been exhausted…' Ifa just smiles and follows after, closing his eyes and letting sleep take over his body. If he had any other stuff to take care of it can wait a bit longer, right now, he just wants to relish on the company of his dear boyfriend. And as soon as he wakes up, they'll start planning everything for their date for tomorrow.
Of course, the peaceful moment only lasted for 30 seconds inside Ifa's head.
'Granny Iztli isn't gonna break my legs once she finds out about this, right-?'
Oh well, that's another problem for future Ifa to worry about.