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His phone buzzed. A message. His first.
He’d downloaded the app just yesterday – he was tired of waiting, always having to say “he just waited for love to come his way”. He just wanted to hook up for once.
Ane now his phone buzzed.
“You down?” was all it said. Location: closeby.
He looked up and around.
Gorou caught the man’s gaze from across the train car. They were sitting right in front of each other – someone walked by, stifling a yawn, cutting between them. Then it was full eye contact again. The train was rather crowded with people staring in all directions. Gorou chose the person in front of him, of all things. The man was tall, really tall. And really buff. His eyes slid down to the stranger’s broad shoulders, his pecs, his abdomen. A sports shirt and shorts were the man’s rather bland choice of attire. It didn’t matter how fashionable he was, however, when everything beneath it looked as attractive as it could get. No, wait, that wasn’t appropriate. He diverted his gaze upwards again, and met the man’s stare.
“Yes. Definitely.” was his response.
Itto was liking the attention. A lot. The response made him grin; he spread his legs just a little bit, eyes still focusing on the stranger. That seemed to somehow convey his approval. Gingerly, the shorter man across from him let his eyes wander again.
This had never happened before to Itto. He’d imagined it on several occasions, but never dared to try it out – most people looked away when they made eye contact with him and held it. Something about mistaking appearances for truth.
Gorou’s eyes slid along the man’s thighs, paying a bit of attention to his lower legs but deciding the points of interest at a higher altitude were more worth his time. He caught Itto’s eyes for a few seconds again. God, he was feeling anxious about this. Then, he slid back down. His heart was pounding. How exciting this was. It was an almost intrusive thought, but pretty much everything he was thinking at this point was. The man had shifted, legs even farther apart, hands at his thighs. Then those hands moved again, to his crotch. Gorou gulped; now a palm was right on top of where his dick would be.
The train stopped. Several people walked past and left the train car, but the man didn’t change his position. With a bold stare he held Gorou’s eyes locked onto his own.
His hand was moving. Slowly, probably unnoticeably to an outsider, but definitely moving. Gorou’s gaze tumbled down. He could see the man’s bulge growing. He shifted too, crossing his legs to hide his own instant reaction to it – his dick grew to full hardness much quicker than the stranger’s did, it seemed. Whenever he thought the erection in those shorts was at full mast it just kept going. Gorou’s tail swished slowly behind him, tapping against the seat next to him with slowly increasing frequency. It caught Itto’s attention for a moment, making his mouth turn to a smirk.
This had to be the biggest cock Gorou’d seen in his life; not that he’d seen that many. This was a golden chance. He’d wanted to get out there and try a dick for so long, and now some guy was obviously showing he was more than willing. It gave his thoughts a much more confident polish. His tail now beat against the seat much more rapidly.
“You like what you see?” the stranger finally spoke.
Gorou cast a quick glance around. The train car had emptied. He hadn’t even noticed the train stopping.
“Quite a bit.”
Gorou’s eyes had locked their focus on the man’s groin again. Those shorts had to be made of a flexible fabric, he thought.
“Wanna help me out?”
His hand grabbed his crotch much more confidently now.
“Yes.”
Gorou stood up, earning a chuckle from the other at the tent in his own pants, and sat down next to the stranger, their legs touching. His hand immediately reached out – he was surprised by his own boldness. He slid past the hem of Itto’s underwear smoothly and grabbed his cock. Now looking around almost guiltily, he started to move his hand.
Itto sat back a bit more relaxedly. His arm slid behind Gorou, hand resting on the seat Gorou was sitting on the tip of.
“Nice tail,” he spoke languidly.
Gorou’s ears lay down closer to his head in the slight embarrassment.
“…you can touch it if you want” – he’d never thought he’d say it.
And so Itto did, while Gorou managed to get a firm grip on his dick and started moving. It was strange. His hand had to move almost twice the distance with every stroke compared to the usual; the thought made him squeeze harder, earning a moan. He sped up, eyes boring into the man’s chest, which was rising quicker and quicker. Archons, he wanted to do more – but that’d be too risky, right? What was he doing, even at this point? This was a train. Literally anyone could walk in.
But the sun was steadily setting outside, and the train was empty apart from them.
He lowered himself to his knees in front of the seat Itto was on. The latter looked down in surprise.
“I want to suck you off,” Gorou clarified, a bit awkwardly.
“Sure. Go ahead.”
Gorou’d trained for this. It was embarrassing at the time, but he knew it would come in handy… eventually. He felt relief at the lack of protest from his throat as he lowered. Farther and farther, well, he couldn’t take it all, but that was fine. Itto looked impressed none the less.
“You’re doing great,” he said, a bit muted. His hand lay down to rest between Gorou’s ears. Subtly, he pushed down again, groaning quietly along with the movement.
Gorou wasted no time. The quicker he moved, the less risk there was.
His own underwear was getting wet, but that’d have to wait for later – this was much too exciting on its own, and he wanted to see it through to the end.
As the train bumped along its track, Gorou tried to keep his steady rhythm. It was a challenge. But he liked that. Itto looked more than pleased, flustered even, like he didn’t really know where to put his other hand – his right had squeezed around a tuft of Gorou’s hair tighter and tighter to keep back the noise. It didn’t help. Gorou felt a spark of worry inside, hearing just how loud Itto was getting, but that somehow only added to the situation.
“‘M gonna cum,” Itto mumbled, barely audible.
“Next stop: Hanamizakura.”
Gorou almost chuckled, but kept up the pace.
“Next stop: Hana-“
Gorou barely registered the rest. The man pulled him down with a sudden violence, moaning loudly as his head thrashed back. Gorou screwed his eyes shut, slightly tearing up.
The train was slowing down. Gorou stood back up after a few more seconds, a slight grin gathering on his face when he saw just how red the other looked.
“Your horns suit you.”
“…thanks.”
“This is my stop, actually.”
“Okay. Uh, and thank you.”
“You too. Great dick. I’ll message you later, okay?”
“Sure.”