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"Mmn, Sam..."
Experimentally, Lyle rolled the dumpy fat at Sam's sides in his palms, scarred fingertips prodding at pillowy flesh. Each trace of hair, coarse and coiled, tickled Lyle in return.
So... stubbley. Sharp. Softer as the trail of fur ran down, down, down... cresting handsomely over the rim of his boxers, poking out under his pants... so close Lyle could... could...
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"...Yeah, uh.. sorry. I would lose it, but... you know..." Sam not-quite-laughed at his own far-from-athletic figure.
Behind his brittle mask of self-pity, though, his mind swam with frenzied anxiety and weak attempts at self-soothing. He was desperate not to make this any more awkward than it already was with his naked insecurity on full display; Lyle didn't need to see this, nobody did.
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'-Oh, Sam.. if only you knew...-'
"N-no, no! It's o-o-okay. I don't... I don't m-mind!" Lyle sputtered. "I real- really don't mind. Really.."
His feelers ran down another ditch of fluff peppering Sam's arms. Hovering a claw by his pits, Lyle stared blankly, trying to calculate how one would even begin to ask for this. When a curious brush of his thumb didn't immediately irk Sam, he slid his hands forward, massaging a warm wet sheen of greasy sweat into his palms. To Sam, it was enough to make him wince as he caught a whiff of his own scent right to the face. To Lyle, he thought no other cologne would suit him better.
Click, click, click. Up Lyle crawled. The two had splayed out along Sam's bed (which barely held Lyle solo, let alone both of them at once). Sam lay sprawled halfway poking out of his covers. His tank top had been hiked up to his midsection; it was clear at a glance the thing hadn't been made anywhere near his size, but that had seemed a lot less important than everything else in the world right now.
"Can I..."
How would he even ask this?
"Can I l-lay o-on- on you?" Lyle stammered, flushing. "N-not with my full we- weight of course! Just.."
"Help yourself, Lyle." Ooh, his name sounded good on Sam's tongue.
Greedily, Lyle leaned to stuff his face into Sam's chest hair. The spread of black and brown engulfed his face, leaving only his shuttering eyes visible from Sam's point of view, which had clasped shut in utter bliss.
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Sam laid his hand across Lyle's forehead, petting the grooves of his face idly.
It was a little uncomfortable, what with the glass panes of his eyes jutting into Sam's bare flesh, but the carpet of hair did more than enough to cushion them.
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"Mnnnnnm.."
Lyle breathed in his sweat. Concentrated, musky, unwashed. A shy aftersmell of deodorant, like he'd been simultaneously too depressed to shower and still too ashamed not to at least try to mask the odour. It didn't much work - but it was charming nonetheless.
Th-thmp. Th-thmp. Th-thmp.
Sam's heart was slow and strong in its throbbing. Lewd, wet contractions of muscle, all funnelled against Lyle's bright red face.
God. He was so alive. So human. Nothing like other people, no, he was different, he had to be different! He ate, he reeked, his heart beat, his organs throbbed and churned, all so beautifully on display for him. All for him. So, so, alive. Lyle couldn't get enough. It'd felt like everyone else had been putting on some mask of normalcy all his life. A play of ordinary life that he'd simply never been born with the script for. Every conversation, every interaction, every second, it taunted him - THEY taunted him! They KNEW! But not Sam. Sam was pure. Sam was PERFECT. All for him. All for him.
"Smmmffh.." Lyle mumbled through a facefull of mantits.
"Comfy?"
"Mm-mhmnn..!" He nodded eagerly.
Sam snorted, patting Lyle's head through the hood of his cloak.
Lyle sighed dreamily, pressing into his touch. "Ooh, Saaam... Y-y-you're s-so sweet to me..." He mumbled. "Y-you're so nice.. a-and cool.. and... and understanding.. and patient.. and... and..."
With each word, Sam's heart thumped timidly faster, the tense rise and fall of his chest driving Lyle crazy. His many legs all shuffled giddily.
When Sam guided his head up in his hand, Lyle had turned so red, even the natural indigo rubber of the skin beyond his cheeks had flushed pink.
Waves of heat spun out from his internals. "Aah..."
"You don't have to flatter me, Lyle. Really. I'm not that great."
"I-It's not flattery! I'm- I'm being honest here! You really are just... just p-perfect."
Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Don't l-look at mmm- m-me like that, Sam... Y-you just, uh, haven't been shown how great you are. I get it! T-that's why I'm here!" Lyle smiled, the teeth sticking out from his overbite only making his dorky grin goofier.
Sam couldn't say no to a stupid, stupid face like that. "Right.."
Lyle clasped Sam's hand in his, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles.
When he lowered his head again, Sam's heart was running a thousand miles per hour - it nearly made Lyle squeal aloud in shock. He pressed in against that sweet spot of hair and sighed, abdomen wavering atop the bed like a gently wagging tail.
Sam smirked at that. Lyle took note. His smile was so... sooo...
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Cute, Sam thought. He poked Lyle's thorax with his leg. A barrage of two-toed legs of Lyle's own immediately descended to hold Sam's leg still against him. He tried shifting position, to disappointing results. Another limb off the table, he guessed.
It was... new, all this praise. Sam had never been much of a looker, his self-hatred felt less of an insecurity and more a fact of life. It was hard to take Lyle seriously, then, preening the stripes of white running along his thighs he'd always hated like they were something to be desired. Like he was something to be desired.
...He wasn't complaining about the attention, at least.
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Thmp thmp thmp thmp thmp thmp-
'Hhh, hh, h-hh, hh-'
Lyle's brain swam in time with each fluttering squeeze of Sam's heart, drooling internally over the way it'd tremor and skip over his touch. He did that! HE was making Sam feel all flustered! HE was doing this! He thanked whatever Lord was up there now for making his body long enough that he wouldn't have to lay his dick on Sam's legs, otherwise he absolutely would've popped the stiffest erection man had seen since prehistory. Actually, Lyle was half-sure he already had.
"Your heart beats so f-fa-fast, Sam.. I, um.. r-really.. it's calming.."
Sam only hmm'ed sleepily in response.
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'-Okay then...-'
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'-Oh, Sam...-'
Lyle gently stroked Sam's tangled hair. His other hand clung to the pudgy flesh on Sam's arm, clumsily kneading tension out from his battered muscle.
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The bedroom had tentatively darkened, lingering amber hue from the chaos outside dulling to a dim navy as whatever bright beast was overhead had dipped south. Sam hummed, wrapping his arm around Lyle's head and letting his heavy eyelids finally fall. He distantly honed his ears onto the white noise of Lyle's chattering innards, driving out space in his head for those pesky intrusive thoughts that'd usually plagued him as he drifted off. All there was was him, and the great, big, dumb, warm lovebug on his chest, and the cosy duvet enshrouding them both.
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Thmp-thmp- thmp- thmp.. thmp... thmp...
'Hhhh...hh...Hhh... hhhh...'
Sam's breathing slowed to distant, even sighs, heart cooling to a similar speed.
"S-Sam?" Lyle tilted his head to look up at him. Fast asleep. Didn't even need his pills...
'-Sam...-'
He looked so peaceful, like this. When Lyle had broken in only nights ago to 'check up' on his sleeping body, he still seemed so tense. Like all the hustle and bustle of just being alive plagued the poor man even in dreams. Now? Sam just looked, well, - silly, with how much he'd started drooling, but more importantly, - content.
Lyle shuddered, nuzzling his full body onto Sam, emboldened by his quiet snoozing. So warm... so cute...
He squirmed to get comfortable, and, with one last kiss to his beloved's hand (and one more for good luck, and one more for the road, and just ONE more-) Lyle closed his eyes.
The world melted into soft, black cotton.
(SNOORE...)
(WHIIIIIRRRR...)