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Felix and Toa had rushed to a relatively quiet hallway of the masquerade, guest rooms filled with promiscuous partygoers and nobles with a little too much to drink. Several Aarakocra nobles meandered in the hallway, hushedly whispering under their breath to one another, flirting and gossiping—all things rich types like to do. Clutching expensive wine in their sharp talons, popping horderves in their beaks with each lull in the conversation.
The Wizard’s heart was pounding as he clutched Toa’s large hand, rushing to each door and pressing his head to the wood to hear for people. The loud pounding of armored feet echoes down the hallway from where they just came, and shouting voices come from Gaboro’s men. They weren’t expecting the man to attend the banquet, mainly because he was said to remain in the lower district for business. However, they should’ve kept on their toes; the man was one for extravagance, and a masquerade fit the quota.
On top of that mess, Felix had one too many drinks. Initially, he was just trying to settle his nerves. But servers kept walking up to him, offering drinks, and anxiety prevented him from turning them down. He didn’t want to come across as rude or impolite trying to remember the lessons Iris gave them before they arrived. Drink after drink went down, and he was left feeling floaty and leaning onto Toa more than he ever would like to admit sober. The Goliath was trying to ask Felix about wind spirits and was being a little loud for such a secretive conversation. Felix was a little too inebriated to realize just nodding along. Gaboro overheard them talking about Lufti escaping him and the rings. The short grey feathered owl Aarakocra stomped up to them, chest feathers puffed out with four armored bug-bear guards standing on either of his sides.
“Excuse me!” Gaboro’s big yellow eyes are glaring at them behind a monkey mask, a hand resting on an extravagant cane, fingers covered in rings. “You two!-”
“Toa-Toa run!” Felix grabs Toa’s hand and starts running toward the private rooms; Gaboro lets out a shrill shriek as they begin to run. Several party attendees give the man strange looks and gasp as four rather large bugbears stumble after them.
“Get-Get them! Bring them back to me alive! I want to know where my darling genasi went-!”
That leads to where they are now, as Felix listens to the room and hears silence. His vision wobbles, but his hearing is still precise. He swings the door open and drags Toa inside before slamming it shut and locking it. It’s quiet besides the creaking of a bed from the room over.
“Felix-Felix, they’re gonna find us, man, and we’re gonna ruin the whole recon-reconi-whatever that word is called! And we won’t be able to save the wind-spirits-” Felix slaps his hand over Toa’s mouth, an intoxicated grin clings to his face.
“Buddy, it’s gonna be fine-they’re not gonna break in the doors or anything. We just need to wait it out.” As Felix says that, he hears a loud cracking noise and the breaking down of a door around a dozen rooms down—the gasp of a man and the shriek of a displeased woman.
“Shit-shit okay, they are-”
“What are we gonna do, Felix!? They know what we look like!-”
“So we drop our disguises!” Felix looks up at Toa’s sharp eyes and ushers to the ring on his finger. “And act-act like we’ve been here-been busy! They’re just some goons! They won’t realize we’re not supposed to be here!” Felix awkwardly paces as he hears another bang open and the yelling of several drunken men upset about their game being interrupted.
“Been busy?-” Toa slides his ring off, placing it in his suit jacket pocket, assuming his usual Goliath appearance. Felix forgets how attractive Toa is with his pulled-back locks, strong features, broad shoulders, and arms that could pick him up and take him against the nearest wall- the wizard slaps himself on the cheek, hoping the sting will clear his head. He takes his ring off with quivering hands and watches his long-taloned hands return to his bony, short-nailed fingers.
“We-We need to pretend to be-be doing stuff. Big guy-they’ll be too-uh surprised to ask questions, just check for us in our bird forms, then-then leave when they realize we’re not here!”
“Oh, that’s so smart! Like playing cards or something?! Wait no-that’s stupid-we don’t have cards-”
“N-No, not what I had in mind-” Felix’s face flushes and he looks towards a plush red lounge chair in the middle of the room. They hear a door several rooms down bang open, and suddenly, with all the strength he can muster, he shoves Toa onto the chair. The Goliath’s eyes are wide, and he looks shocked. The barbarian could’ve stood firm against him, not moved an inch, but Toa is always gentle with Felix and follows his lead. He does whatever he asks as long as it doesn’t hurt them or anyone they care about.
Toa is watching him from his seat, eyes looking up expectantly, waiting, like he’s expecting instructions, and Felix feels like he’s going to throw up out of nervousness and excitement.
“Pu- Put your hands above your head-” Toa does so, without question, and Felix feels warm heat in his stomach, “Wrist together.” Again, the barbarian does it, with green eyes looking up at the human with apparent confusion but just enough trust that Felix feels comfortable continuing.
“I’m gonna tie your wrists together with my tie, and you can bend your elbows however you want just-just make sure the tie stays on.” Felix feels his blood thrumming in his veins as he undoes his expensive silk tie and wraps it around Toa’s broad wrists. Felix can’t even wrap it around twice, only once, and tugs the tie into a single tight knot. Toa barely moves his wrist to adjust, and Felix can hear the fabric almost give; he knows Toa will have to stay still for this to work.
“Just stay where you are, big guy, don’t move...I’m-I’m gonna get on my knees-” Felix kneels between Toa’s legs, pushing them slightly apart so he’s sitting between them on the carpeted floor, shaking hands slowly creeping up the inside of Toa’s legs, starting mid-calf.
“Felix!” Toa gasps, “What-What-”
“I-We need to look like we’re in the middle of-” Felix looks up through his eyelashes, knowing he must be flushed from alcohol and warmth; he tugs open his button-up, irritated with how it clung to his sweating skin. Watching as Toa’s eyes reflexively glance at the pale skin of his throat and chest before embarrassedly clenching his eyes, just to open them soon after, watching Felix intently.
“Of-Of-” Toa’s grey skin takes a darker tint on his cheeks and ears. “Felix-man-Your-your not in your right mind-” His voice is strained, like he’s running out of breath, and his gaze scarcely left Felix’s since he’s finally settled on the floor.
“No-No, I’m not big-guy, but I think that’s what we need to be to get out of this one. No overthinking, just doing.” Felix’s hands trail up lightly, as he can muster, fingers dancing up the seams of the suit pants, the material clinging to Toa’s muscular thighs in a way Felix wonders if the barbarian flexed they’d rip. The Goliath lets out something akin to a whine, and it only encourages his hands to move quicker; the doors slamming open down the hallway nearly fade away, and the only thing Felix can hear is the sound of Toa’s breathing, his breathy gasps and the shifting of his legs. The goliath’s shaking with every press of Felix’s fingers.
He rubs Toa’s inner thighs with his fingers as gently as he turns an ancient tome, making a light circular motion on his upper inner thighs. The tickling sensation causes Toa to cry out and bite his lips. His eyes start to water, and Felix wants to see tears drip down his cheeks. He wants to hear Toa beg. And...He’s learning about a whole new side of himself tonight. A few drinks and a whimpering Goliath seem to turn him into some kind of sick sadist.
Felix wonders if he could-could make Toa cum just by rubbing against him and asking, asking him to. Just for him. When his gaze lowers, he sees Toa’s pants straining. Felix swallows back a gasp when he sees the size. He and Toa have bathed in rivers together and changed in the same room, but he’s never been this close or seen it-like this.
“Do-Do you want me to take it out? It-It looks painful, big guy-” Felix asks, a sultry tone to his voice that he blames on the alcohol.
“I-I don’t know-the-the men are down the hall-” Toa gasps out as Felix’s fingers dance up his crotch, and Toa’s hips press against the wizard on instinct, pressing his covered hard-on against Felix’s hand, a moan escaping his throat. “I-I don’t want them to-”
“They won’t see you-I’m-I’m blocking their view-”
“I-I trust-I trust you, Felix. Whatever you think will- Ahh!-” Felix unzips Toa from his pants and pushes the Goliath’s underwear below his cock; when released from its confinement, it springs out and hits Felix against the cheek, causing him to choke on his spit. Sticky droplets of clear precum cling to his flush face. Toa’s face is scrunched up in embarrassment, but he can’t hide his face in his hands, so he looks down at Felix with flushed cheeks and a bitten lip. “I-I I’m sorry I didn't-”
“No-No, it’s okay-” Felix stares at Toa’s leaking member. Felix isn’t small, around six inches, and he’s only ever gotten compliments from lovers. But Toa-Toa is on a different scale, maybe pushing 10-11 inches. His hands wander from Toa’s thighs and surround the Barbarian’s member. He can’t even wrap his hand around it; it takes two to wrap around the girth, and he can cover just over half of it vertically. Toa’s crying into his shoulder, coming to the same realization as Felix, as he watches Felix slowly start to stroke up and down.
“Fel-Felix-” Toa’s hips are moving on their own as he’s making slight shifts into the wizard’s hands that quietly squelch from the amount of pre-cum covering Toa’s shaft.
“Yeah, Big-Guy-”
“I-I-”
“What is it, Toa?” Felix feels his erection pressed against the zipper in his pants, and Toa’s lips are trembling as Felix stops his stroking to adjust himself; Toa’s hips, however, continue thrusting, and a pitiful whine escapes the barbarians throat, his cock dripping in the cold air.
“Wh-Don’t-Don’t stop-” Toa cries, his wrists lightly press on the tie, and Felix lets out a tsk, and the Goliath stops his movement.
“I mean, your not being very polite; I’m doing you a favor here, big guy-”
“Felix-Felix, keep-” Toa is gasping and can’t seem to get his words out, and Felix keeps his hands on his crotch, pressing against his hand; Toa’s watching with tears trailing down his cheeks.
“Keep doing what, Toa?” Felix tilts his head, he’s being a smart ass, and Toa knows it.
“Keep using your hands-I want to cum-”
“Hmmm. I don’t know Toa-I don’t think you do if that’s how you're gonna ask.”
“Please-Please, felix, please help me-please felix-” Toa’s whole body is quaking, tears are rolling down his gray cheeks, and his hips keep rolling into the air, desperate for any contact.
Felix feels himself nearly cum when he hears Toa cry his name like that so he can’t be blamed for what he does next. He looks up at Toa and brushes a few tears off his chin and lower cheeks before giving a curt nod in approval.
“Alright, buddy, I got you.” Felix pushes a few strands of hair behind his ear and looks up at Toa again from his knees, wetting his lips “Don’t rip out of that tie, do you understand Toa?”
“Why would I-” Toa starts and Felix stretches his jaw as much as he can before swallowing down Toa’s cock. Toa cries out as he feels Felix’s throat constrict around his shaft. The room fills with a loud squelching noise, and Felix gags, trying to swallow down as much spit and precum as he can around Toa.
Whatever he can’t get in his mouth, he strokes with his hands, the slick and his fingers making a tight channel for Toa to fuck into. Felix feels his eyes water. He can barely breathe against Toa’s navel as the barbarian thrusts into his throat, gently rolling his hips but still pushing Felix’s throat to its capacity for what it can take. His teeth occasionally scrape against Toa’s skin, but the barbarian just shivers and whimpers, seemingly enjoying the sensation.
“Ah-Ah, Fe-Felix-Felix-Please-” Toa’s hands are clenching in the tie, and Felix hears it tear before he thinks Toa does. Suddenly, a pair of hands are on the back of his head, clutching his hair tightly, pushing him further down until Felix feels Toa hit the very back of his throat. “Close-Close- Felix-I’m gonna cu-” Felix’s hands suddenly pull away, and he pulls his mouth off, pushing against Toa’s hands, leaving Toa gasping, hands still gripping Felix’s hair.
“Wh-Why-”
“What did I say, big guy!? The tie came off..”
“I-I didn’t mean to-I just-I felt like-I needed my hands to be free-I felt like I needed-”
“Well, you should’ve listened!” Felix nearly snaps, throat raw as he speaks, palming himself. “I was even gonna let you cum down my throat.” When Toa hears that, he looks at Felix like he killed his favorite puppy.
“Felix-Please-”
“Toa-”
Suddenly, Toa grabbed him by the underneath of his arms and pulled him onto his lap like he weighed less than a flour sack. The barbarian still had tears clinging to his cheeks, but his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were darkened.
“Felix, their at the-”
The door suddenly bangs open, and Felix jumps. Toa pulls him tightly into his arms, pulling him close to his chest. He hears a deep rumbling noise from Toa’s chest, like a volcano about to erupt. This primal growl comes from the back of the barbarian’s throat when two bugbears stand with halberds at their door—grumbling something in goblin.
“Get out of here before I rip you apart with my hands-” One of Toa’s hands clutched the back of Felix’s head, gripping his hair, the other a possessive hand on his hip, pushing him forward, accidentally brushing their erections together, causing Felix to let out a quiet cry into Toa’s shoulder. The alcohol in his system prevents him from having a full-blown panic attack in Toa’s arms; when the goblins grumble something out, one takes a step into the room, and Toa’s whole body shakes with anger.
“What did I say, man? Get out.” The bugbear must realize they’re not the Aarakocra they were looking for, and Toa’s threatening tone. This voice doesn’t sound like his, causing the bugbear men to stumble out of the room, mumbling out something akin to an apology; one of them even closes the door behind them, pushing it closed from where it bent on the hinges.
It’s several heavy seconds of silence when they both can finally breathe. The Goliath’s hands are cupping the sides of his face, and Felix doesn’t even realize he’s begun to cry. He’s gasping for air, and Toa’s frantically brushing his tears away.
“Toa-”
“It’s okay, Felix. We’re okay. I wouldn't have let them hurt you, man.” Toa’s hardened eyes softened, and he gently kissed Felix’s forehead, cheeks, and chin before shakily looking at Felix for any sign that it was okay. Felix nods, and suddenly, warm, soft lips are pressed against his; Toa’s everything is much bigger, and the human isn’t used to it, his only other partners being human and half-elven, all smaller than him. Their teeth clack together a few times as they get adjusted. Toa lets out an adorable laugh each time, and Felix feels the panic ebb away.
Toa nearly consumes him. His lips, tongue, everything was so much. Hands that cradled his head and hip nearly swallowed him whole. They don’t even realize they’re rocking against each other, desperate for closeness, for climax. Toa’s letting out high moans into Felix’s hair, breath tickling his sensitive ears, sending shivers up his spine. Felix would be embarrassed with himself if he was any more sober. Quiet ah-ahs escape his throat as Toa is nearly bouncing him on his lap, cock thrusting up against his clothed ass. Felix can feel the slick and pre-cum through his slacks. He wants Toa; he wants him entirely. He can. He knows it.
“To-Toa-Please-”
“F-Felix, what do you need? Anything you need, man-” Toa moans. He pulls back, pupils blown out as he stares into the wizard’s eyes.
“Get my pants off-”
“Yeah-Man-” Toa goes to take Felix’s belt off and starts to struggle, breath bated. “Then-Then what-”
“I want-I want you to fuck me-”
“Oh-Oh-Yeah-Yes please-” Toa is fighting with Felix’s belt. His fingers are too thick to get the leather back through the loop. The metal bends when he tries to go against the buckle, and he gets irritated at his lack of dexterity. The clasp snaps, and Toa snarls.
“I-I can’t get it off!-” Toa sounds frantic. He’s looking at Felix for help, large hands gripping his belt and hip.
Felix can’t believe what comes out of his mouth, but he’s so far past desperate “Jus-Just rip the back open, big guy-”
“What-”
“Rip open the back of my pants, Toa-”
Toa listens to his instruction the second time, and a loud ripping noise fills the room. Felix’s ass feels cold and exposed, and Toa’s hands are gripping his bare ass, tightly clutching his flush skin. Palming the flesh, seemingly entranced.
“Felix-What now, what-”
“Give me your fingers.” Felix leans back in Toa’s lap, and one of the barbarian’s large stone-colored hands reaches up in front of him. Felix pulls the Goliath’s hand to his mouth, bends out three enormous fingers so they’re straight, and curls down the rest. The wizard looks up at Toa through wet lashes and starts lapping at his fingers, covering them in spit and remnants of precum. The human works on Toa’s fingers for a minute, trying to draw out more of the quiet moans from the back of Toa’s throat, hips twitching with each flick of Felix’s tongue.
“When these are wet enough, I want you to finger me. Start with one. Then I’ll tell you when you can add another. Do you understand? It might take a bit to get me open enough-” Felix looks into Toa’s eyes, which seem unfocused and glazed over. Toa doesn’t respond, and Felix feels worry build up in his stomach. “Toa? Do you understand?”
“Ye-Yes Felix-” The Goliath keeps staring down at him with wide, love-struck eyes that cause Felix’s ears to flush. “Any-anything you need-”
Felix wishes he was born a woman, so he could’ve just slid down onto Toa’s cock then and there, taking him whole in one go, just to see the Goliath’s expression when he’d split him open. But he has to prepare himself to be careful, or traveling with the group for the next several weeks would be painful and embarrassing because he would never admit to Hirja, Caprice, or especially Iris what he needs healing for.
“Okay-Okay, add a finger Toa. Go slow.” Felix pushes Toa’s hand down and leans forward into the Barbarian’s chest, his mouth brushing against Toa’s neck. Lips gently press against the vein in Toa’s neck as he feels the goliath’s slick fingers gently press against his hole.
“-I’m going to-to add a finger now, man-” Toa whispers in his ear; one of the barbarian’s hands holds his ass, spreading him open, while a warm slick finger gently presses into him, and Felix winces, still unprepared for the intrusion. The Goliath’s ring finger is the size of 2 of Felix’s fingers, but he needs Toa to prep him, or else he won’t be prepared enough for what’s to come.
Toa slowly presses his finger against his inner walls, taking his time. Felix shifts his hips, trying to adjust. The barbarian can reach much deeper than he can, and Felix whimpers into Toa’s neck. When Toa arches his finger in a certain way, pressing against a bundle of nerves that sends an electric shock up his spine, Felix wails. He wraps his arms around Toa’s neck like it’s his lifeline.
“T-Toa-There-There-”
“Oh-Oh, okay-” Toa continues flexing his finger against that spot, pressing, and Felix can’t stop himself from moaning. He’s wriggling in Toa’s lap, pushing against the Barbarian’s hard leaking member, “Can-Can I-”
“Add another finger, Toa-” The Goliath is a good listener, and suddenly Felix feels much tighter. Another finger presses into him, and he feels like he might cry from the stretch. “S-Slow-God-Toa-”
Toa’s slowly scissoring his fingers deeper and deeper, and Felix hopes Toa will forgive him for the bite he takes into the side of his neck when the barbarian presses both fingers against that bundle of nerves. The barbarian yelps when Felix’s teeth press into the side of his throat, his hips buck up enough that Felix worries he’ll be knocked off Toa’s lap, and then he feels hot pulses splatter against his exposed chest. Then, a few against the underneath of his chin and throat.
“Fel-Felix-I’m-I’m so sorry-you kept wiggling in my lap-and making these noises- and you kept squeezing around my fingers-and-and then you bit me, man!-” Toa seems flustered and disappointed in himself. Only when Felix looks down does he realize that Toa has cum. The wizard's exposed chest is covered, slowly dribbling down his chest, grazing his sensitive nipples; his chin and neck have a few droplets, and Felix needs him now.
“Toa, lean back-” Felix feels adrenaline coursing through him. If Toa gets in him now, then-
“Felix-I’m so sorry-” Toa sniffles. Tears start trailing down his cheeks, and he removes his fingers. “I-I’m sorry I messed it up-”
“Toa. Just- Listen.” Felix pushes Toa’s hands to his hips, and the Goliath looks up at him with a quivering lip and confusion.
“But I messed it up-.” Felix grabs Toa by the shaft and presses the head against his entrance. The barbarian lets out a hiss of oversensitivity. Strong hands tighten around Felix’s hips, which he knows will be left bruised.
“Felix-I just-”
“I know. Just listen to me and do what I’m asking you-.”
“What-”
“Get in me, Toa.”
“But I just-”
“Toa, can you just fucking do-” Suddenly, Felix feels Toa push down on his hips, pushing the head in, and then sliding him down on the shaft at a snail's pace. The Goliath looks nervous, worried he’s going to hurt him.
“Toa-Toa-Deeper, deep as you can go-” Toa nods his head, and slams the human entirely down, naval pressing against the curve of Felix’s ass. Felix wails at the sensation, nails digging into Toa’s shoulders. He feels like he might explode. Toa’s in him; he can feel Toa in his stomach-
“Felix-Felix-”
“Move-Move Toa-”
“Bu-But-Fe-Felix-You should-you need a second-”
“Toa-if you don’t fuck me this second, I’ll go find-" Felix's foggy mind runs through a brief list before he snaps out “- Makutu, he-he must be around-maybe-maybe he’ll fuck me-maybe he wants me-” Felix is lying through his teeth, and he knows Toa must know that, but the distressed possessive look the barbarian gets; Felix thinks he might not know at this moment, so lost to lust.
“No!-No, he doesn’t get to see you like this.” Toa’s teeth are bared, and his body is tensed under Felix’s fingers like he is trying to restrain himself.
“Then fuck me-” Suddenly, Felix feels himself fully lifted. Toa’s cock leaves his hole, and he feels empty. Emptyier than he ever wants to be, a pitiful cry escapes his throat as he slaps Toa against his chest, on the edge of losing it.
“Toa-What the-” The Goliath drops him down, and with a resounding smack, Felix choked out a broken moan. Toa’s going to leave his insides bruised; the Goliath is gripping him by the hips, lifting him as far up as he can right as the tip exits his hole, then slamming him back down. Toa’s manhandling him like he weighs nothing is nothing but a cocksleeve to be fucked; all the gentle caresses and worried dotings are gone. And Toa looks mad, madder than Felix has ever seen him.
“He’ll never get to have you like this, Felix!” Toa growls, and he looks upset and genuinely hurt. “I-I-I’ll kill him-I’ll tear him apart-snap his fingers off for touching you, rip his eyes out of his sockets for looking at you-”
“Big-Big guy I wo-woul-” Felix hiccups out. He can’t get a multi-syllable word out as Toa slams him up and down like he’s trying to leave an outline of himself in Felix permanently. Felix’s vision is blurry from tears and sweat, and he can barely stay upward. The only two things keeping him from falling backward are the hand that moves to his head, gripping his hair and tugging him along to the motions, and the hand on his hip that nearly encircles him. Toa's thumb is pressing against his stomach possessively, pressing against the outline of his cock that keeps shifting in him as he thrusts.
The room next door sounds like child’s play compared to this; the subtle bed creaking and entitled pompous moans are nothing compared to their room. The lounge chair sounds like it’s going to give out any second. Its wood feet are cracking, and the plush seat keeps letting out a loud screeching noise with each bounce. The carpeted floor is starting to rub out, and Felix can’t stop crying until his lungs burn. He’s drenched in sweat, and the loud smacking of skin against skin is nearly hypnotizing.
“Promise me, Felix, you’ll never say that again!” Toa nearly roars in his face; the hand clutching his hair is now gripping his face, and calloused stone-like fingers dig into his cheeks almost painfully. The Goliath’s green eyes are blown out, with a wild red tinge creeping in.
Rage.
Felix feels the hair on the back of his neck stands up. He feels fear ebb in, like prey caught in the clutches of some predator. But he’s so turned on that Toa’s never shown this side of himself. In combat, he’s in a trance, a controlled spiritual dance that enhances his skills. His goal is protecting, and killing is just a cause of doing so, but the Toa he sees here. It is something primal, angry, and possessive. Something truly barbarian, Felix feels sickeningly pleased that only he gets Toa like this.
After this, he needs to check himself, sit down with Iris, maybe even Caprice, and discuss why he feels this way. Because this is not normal, but he doesn’t care. Because right now, Toa needs him.
“I-I-I promise-Toa-Toa-Only you-only want you-”
“Felix-Never say you’d let Makutu have you-Your-Your, my best-friend-your-”
“I’m y-yours man-yours big guy-” Felix cries; he’s so close, he’s on the edge, everything is so tight, he feels like he’s burning alive on the inside, he keeps curling his toes with each thrust, hoping the next one will bring him over the edge.
“Mine-Felix-Your mine-” Toa’s thrusts are starting to stagger, and with one last upward thrust, pressing deeply into his stomach, The barbarian is biting into his neck, sharp canines digging into the meat on the side of his throat, and he in return tears into Toa’s clothed shoulders. His nails tore into Goliath’s jacket with a loud ripping sound. The pain rips his orgasm out of him, his whole body is buzzing from his release, and he thinks he momentarily sees stars; his own release covers the inside of his underwear and pants. He also can’t ignore the deep pulsing warmth that fills his stomach. Toa is rumbling into Felix’s neck, hips gyrating into him, like-like-
“Toa-Toa-Big guy, I can’t-I can’t-get pregnant-Stop-” He feels full and sated, and then it quickly turns into too full, “Pull-Pull out-”
“No.” Toa mouths against his neck, sounding like he’s pouting, “I-I don’t wanna man, your-your warm.” His hips press deeper, and Felix feels the pulsing high in his stomach.
“Toa-It’s too much-” Felix feels his heart racing. The sensation is overwhelming and unfamiliar. He feels scared. “Please-Please-”
“Okay-alright man, got it-” Toa hears his panic and carefully pulls out, twisting them so Felix sits on the seat and Toa stands above him. When Toa’s shaft is finally out, Felix nearly cries with relief; the sensation of Toa’s cum dripping out of him and down his thighs is orgasmic in itself. It drips onto the lounge chair, and Felix knows that stain will never come out. He-didn’t think Toa would cum so much; it didn’t seem like he did the first time.
“Gosh-Felix-I didn’t-I didn’t know I came so much man-” Toa is watching it drip out of him with almost awe. One of his fingers drags through some leaking out of him and gently presses it back in, almost unbeknownst to him, lost in the motions, fingering his semen back into Felix’s used hole. Felix flinches and whimpers at the sensation. Entirely too sensitive and sober, he slaps at Toa’s wrist.
“Stop-Toa!”
“What?-Oh-” The Goliath looks at him and flushes, “-It-it was getting on the seat-”
“I-I know-I. We-we need to clean up and find the others-”
“What-What are we gonna do?”
“What do you mean, Toa?”
“You're leaking...and I ripped your pants and belt, man, plus my Jacket.” Toa turns around, and Felix sees the fabric ripped, obviously by nails.
“Fuck.”
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“Well, Well, we were wondering where you two wandered off to —” Lufti starts, her hand resting on her hip. She eyes them suspiciously.
They’ve both put their rings back on, taking on their Aarakocra appearance. Felix has Toa’s Jacket wrapped around his waist, hiding the ripped-open back and broken belt. His tie is also incredibly too long and very obviously Toa’s, as it doesn’t match Felix’s outfit in the slightest. Toa’s wearing his button-up, minus a tie and jacket, but he looks far more put together than Felix, minus the sated grin.
“What-” Iris starts.
“Don’t ask.” Felix snaps, flush clinging to his face, “Can we just-can we leave please-Gaboro’s here, and he’s gonna find us-”
“Well, does that have to do with your missing tie and the limp in your ste-”
“Iris.”
“Fine.” She hisses at him. “But I demand answers later.” Her tail feathers flick in annoyance.
Caprice is knowingly grinning at the both of them. Lufti claps Toa on the back, asking a million extremely private questions that Toa flusteredly brushes off. Hirja and Heart seem confused, unaware of what happened, so they turn to hounding Caprice for answers. All the tiefling does is wink and tell them-
“It’s not my place to air out people’s very dirty laundry.”
Zorbek doesn’t even seem to be paying attention; he is too busy stuffing his face full of hordervs. Iris has stomped ahead, seemingly annoyed with everyone's and especially Caprice’s antics.
They quickly make their way outside of the Masquerade to reconvene and discuss a new plan. While making their way down the several stories of steps, Caprice pulls out his Viola and sings a song about Lord Powerbottom the Third, the best bottom Stryga has ever seen. Toa just hums along, shoulder bumping into a lightly limping Felix.
Felix bumps back into Toa, a small smile on his face, knowing things will turn out alright. They have one another and their friends. The barbarian suddenly holds his hand, intertwining their fingers. He presses a gentle, beaked kiss onto the top of Felix’s hand with a soft expression adorning his face. Felix ignores Iris’ surprised gasp and stares into Toa’s eyes.
The vast green eyes filled with adoration all the same.
Yeah, everything is going to be okay.