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Torbek’s head feels fuzzy when he wakes up, like there’s static buzzing in his skull.
He cracks his eyes open just enough to be able to get a sense of what time it is; if he can see sunlight spilling in through the thin walls of Frost’s tent.
As far as his blurred vision can tell, it’s still in the dead of night, the only light in the room coming from his canisters, which illuminates the space in a bleary pink haze. He shuts his eyes once more, grumbling at having woken up in the middle of the night. He blindly paws at the other side of the bed, looking for the familiar softness of tabaxi fur that he can pull close and snuggle into, wandering back into that peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Unfortunately, Torbek finds nothing but rumpled bedsheets next to him. He forces his eyes open once more, enough to see that there is, indeed, no one else in the bed with him. An immediate jolt of panic shoots through his system, that maybe Frost left because something was wrong. (Or that maybe this was the beginning of a nightmare…)
There’s a shuffling noise coming from nearby, and the anxiety quickly leaves Torbek’s body as he looks towards the sound and sees Frost at the other end of the tent. He’s crouched down, languidly rummaging through the pockets of his pack, before pulling out his waterskin and twisting the cap off. He stands up straight and takes a long swig of it, and Torbek intently watches his throat move as he drinks.
The sight makes something click in Torbek’s brain, and a quick flood of memories from earlier that night pour over him.
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There’s a mountain of pillows arranged meticulously behind him so that he can recline without putting too much pressure on his canisters. Frost straddles him, dragging claws up his skinny torso, scratching little lines into his skin until they come to rest against his throat.
“I am going to fuck you, and you’re going to take it like a good boy, right?”
Torbek nods fervently, not totally sure if it’s the claws or Frost’s words that are making him speechless.
“Good.” Frost states. “Don’t move.”
Torbek can barely contain himself, panting like a dog as he watches Frost move to hover over him, lining himself up with his cock.
Deep inside, there’s an animalistic urge to grab Frost’s hips and fuck into him like a toy. But he’d never- wouldn’t dare. He likes Frost to be in charge, likes to behave for him, would do anything as long as it meant Frost would pet him and tell him he did good.
And so, despite the tremendous difficulty, Torbek behaves, keeps his hands to himself like a good boy, and gets to reap his generous reward.
-
Torbek grins, the memory making a renewed heat blossom in his gut. He can still feel his skin prickling where Frost had scratched him. It’s exciting feeling Frost’s mark on him, even if he knows it’ll be gone by the morning.
He lets his eyes wander Frost’s body, still entirely bare from earlier and just as nice looking. (Well… maybe not quite. Despite how good Frost always looks, nothing can beat when he’s all sweaty and breathless, bouncing on Torbek’s cock.)
But still, he loves just getting to look at Frost like this, to freely admire every part of him. His face, his chest, The cute bit of fat on his belly that Torbek loved to grab at whenever he could-
(“It’s called a primordial pouch. All Tabaxi have them.” Frost had told him one day with a bashful huff. “I don’t know why you like mine so much.”
“Torbek thinks it’s seeeeeexyyyy.” He’d giggled, quickly followed by Frost reaching up and flicking his nose.)
He smiles at that memory.
His gaze continues to trail downwards, and gets caught on Frost’s legs. Frost had snapped their mess away earlier, so he knew that really there would be nothing there, but he can’t help picturing having Frost on the bed, spreading his legs open and running his tounge along those soft, thick thighs, searching for any remnants of the come that had dripped down them just hours earlier…
Torbek’s fantasy gets interrupted by weight pressing against the bed. Frost is sat on the edge, stretching his arms over his head.
Torbek decides he’s done with just watching, and quietly sits up, reaching forward and wrapping his large hands around Frost’s waist, which makes Frost jolt in surprise.
“Frooooost…” Torbek mumbles low, his voice still thick with sleep.
“You’re awake.” Frost observes, reaching back to pet Torbek’s cheek. “Did you want some water?”
“Noooo…” His hands slowly slide down Frost’s torso, squeezing his hips. “Torbek wants something else thoooough…”
Frost huffs a dry laugh. “You’re insatiable.”
Torbek nuzzles his nose into the fluff of Frost’s beard. “Frost isn’t any better than Torbek.”
A small smile sneaks onto Frost’s face. “I suppose I can’t deny that.”
Torbek pulls Frost into his lap, immediately pressing their mouths together. Frost wraps his arms around Torbek’s neck, sticking his tounge inside and over his sharp teeth, and it doesn’t take long until there’s something big and hard prodding at the inside of his thigh.
“Needy.” Frost hums.
“Mmnnm- Torbek can’t help iiiiiiit… Frost is so seeeexyyyyyy…” he rocks his hips, like he’s showing off the proof of the statement.
Frost’s face stays even, but Torbek can see the way his lips quirk up at the compliment.“What do you want, then?”
Torbek grins. “Torbek wants to be insiiiide agaaaain…”
Frost smiles, and Torbek feels something press into his hand. Torbek looks and the vial of oil they had used earlier was sitting in his palm, assumedly delivered by Frost’s mind hand. Frost lifts himself off of Torbek’s lap and moves over to the other end of the bed. He lays on his front, waiting for Torbek to ready himself.
Torbek wastes no time, uncorking the bottle and pouring the lubricant over his cock, hissing at the chill. He strokes himself, quickly smearing it down his length. As soon as he’s prepared, he shuffles over to Frost.
If he was a more patient person, he might opt to just sit and stare for a moment, admiring the sight of Frost on his stomach, ready and waiting for him. Unfortunately, he was not, so he grabs Frost’s hips and excitedly lines himself up.
He carefully pushes into Frost, still loose from earlier. He goes slowly, listening to Frost’s breathing, delighting in the cute little groans he makes the deeper he gets.
He sits for a moment, lets Frost adjust, before he starts moving. He has to resist that gnawing ache inside to go as fast as he can, remember to pace himself like Frost taught him. He tries to find a steady rhythm that he thinks Frost will like.
Frost shakes underneath him, a quiet moan escaping his throat. “Fuck- good. That’s good, Torbek- unhh-“
The praise rushes through Torbek’s body, lighting sparks under his skin. Frost isn’t the most vocal partner, so it makes every noise Torbek is able to get out of him feel like a reward in and of itself.
He keeps the pace, staring down at Frost’s back. He watches the way his muscles shift under his skin with every labored breath, the way his ears twitch, at his hand pressing and scratching into the mattress right next to Torbek’s, so much smaller compared to his.
He loves when Frost takes charge like earlier; when he sets the pace for the both of them. He especially appreciated it early on in their relationship, when he had no idea what he was doing and needed that guidance- But now that he’s gotten more confident, knows what Frost likes and how he wants it, he gets drunk off the feeling of taking care of him, of knowing that with each moan and shake and word of praise that he’s pleasuring someone he cherishes.
“Hnnn- Froooost… You feel so niiiiice…” He presses his face into Frost’s back, raggedly breathing in the sweaty scent of his fur.“nnnmm- Y-you make Torbek feel so good- Better than Torbek has ever felt-!!” He says something like that almost every time they fuck, but in the moment it always feels true. For so long he dreamed about having anything besides his own hand, and now he gets to have someone like Frost- It still doesn’t feel real sometimes.
Torbek rocks faster, encouraged by Frost writhing underneath him. Torbek drools, his mind feeling like it’s turning into mush, unable to think of anything except for Frost and how incredible he feels around him.
“Uhnn- Frost!!” He wraps his arms around him, holding him as close as he can. “Torbek loves how you feel- Loves your body-! Torbek lo-loves-!”
Torbek loves Frost. He bites down on Frost’s shoulder to keep himself from speaking the words aloud, and drinks in the moan that slips from Frost’s throat. He loves every single part of him. He loves how he moves, how he talks, how his eyes shine in the dark, the sound of his laugh, how nice he is sometimes and how mean he is others, how he squirms when Torbek is inside him, everything about him, Torbek loved, wanted more, needed-!
Torbek gasps, he wants to hold on longer, wants to see if he can last, but it’s all just so much. All of Frost’s little sounds, the way he feels around his cock, the scent of sweat and sex, it fills his senses and ignites his nerves and suddenly he’s spilling inside of Frost before he can even think about trying to stop it.
His vision leaves him for a moment, but when it returns, all he can see is Frost trembling underneath him, trying to be patient but aching for more.
“Torbek, please-“ Frost begs.
Torbek’s senses slowly sink back inside him, and he wraps himself around Frost once again, reaching underneath him to grab his cock, stroking diligently. Frost whines at the touch, rocking his hips to meet Torbek’s movement, fucking into his fist. A strained groan is torn from Torbek’s throat at the sudden friction on his sensitive cock, still buried deep inside.
He knows when Frost is close- when his voice gets all shaky and tight, when the only thing he’s able to speak are curses and mindless pleas for release.
“Hhn- f-fuck please please-“
Frost comes with a loud groan, and Torbek perversely delights in the feeling of Frost’s spend coating his fingers. He brings the hand to his face, briefly admiring the beautiful mess, before running his tongue along it. He licks again and again until it’s clean, enjoying Frost’s taste filling his mouth.
Frost huffs raggedly as he comes down from his high, which gets interrupted as Torbek pulls out of him and he chokes on his breath. Torbek stares for a moment, the gears in his brain turning. A bit of his cum is starting to drip down Frost’s thigh, and the obscene sight makes one of his earlier fantasies spring back to the forefront of his mind.
Torbek hunches forward, running his hands along Frost’s sides, hooking them on his hips once again. Quickly, before Frost can catch on to what he’s doing, Torbek slips his thick tongue inside of him.
“Ah!!” The noise is ripped out of Frost, loud enough that if any of the others were awake, they certainly would have heard. He slaps his hand over his mouth to keep anything else like that from slipping out, but it doesn’t stop Torbek from hearing all of Frost’s cute little muffled noises.
He licks him carefully, savoring how their distinct tastes mix together on his tongue, making Frost’s thoroughly-fucked body violently tremble with each movement. He probably goes on a bit longer than he really needs to in order to get Frost clean, but it’s hard not to when he’s getting reactions like that.
Torbek pulls away, and Frost immediately slumps onto his side, utterly exhausted. Torbek looms nearby, quietly waiting while Frost catches his breath. Eventually, Frost opens his eyes just a bit, and peers over at Torbek.
“Gross.” Frost says dryly.
Torbek laughs. “Torbek has had waaaaay worse stuff in his mouth.”
“Yeah, I know.” Frost scoffs.
Torbek crawls up Frost’s body, leaning in close to his face, but is quickly stopped by a hand on his muzzle.
“I am not kissing you after that.”
Torbek grins. “It was worth a shot!”
Frost huffs with an air of irritation, but Torbek knows there’s little truth behind it when Frost pulls him close and gives a few kitty licks to his cheek, which makes Torbek chuckle.
They settle down after that. Torbek presses his face into Frost’s neck, smiling happily, while Frost idly plays with the scraggly scruff on the back of Torbek’s neck.
Torbek’s breath is slow and even, and after a while he wonders if Frost thinks he’s asleep. He doesn’t want to drift off quite yet though, instead waiting until he can hear the telling prrrrr- coming from Frost’s chest, a surefire sign of him being asleep.
When he hears it, he gingerly lifts his head up, just enough to be able to see Frost’s face. He stares for a bit, just watching him breathe, eventually raising a hand and gently running his knuckles against the fluff on Frost’s jaw.
Torbek loves Frost.
The thought should be daunting, but somehow it’s anything but. It’s warm and cozy and Torbek wants nothing else but to burrow inside the feeling and stay there for as long as he can. He knows he shouldn’t say it out loud, he doesn’t want to risk upsetting what they have, but he’ll at least let himself think about it in these quiet moments.
He sets his head back down against Frost’s chest, and finally lets himself drift back into dreamlessness.