[04:18] -- aerugoTourbillon [AT] began trolling canteringTarpan [CT] at 04:18 --
[04:21] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < Greetings.
[04:22] AT: just check1ng but... you do1ng alr1ght?
[04:23] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < I assume so.
[04:23] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < How aboat yourself?
[04:30] AT: 1'm good. just k1ck1n back after my sh1ft.
[04:31] AT: 1 could sleep or someth1ng but 1 thought 1'd g1ve you a shout out f1rst. }:P
[04:32] CT: (; ಠ ∩ಠ) < Yes. You must hoof worn yourself oat.
[04:33] CT: (; ಠ ∩ಠ) < There is no reason to check on me, hoofever. I am capstable of taking care of myself, I assure you.
[04:33] AT: yeah, maybe. but 1'm here anyway.
[04:34] CT: (; ಠ ∩ಠ) < Just behorse I felt terribly oat of it the other day I am not in need of supervision.
[04:37] AT: oh so you're feel1ng better now.
[04:38] AT: yeah, 1 get 1t but... 1t st1ll doesn't change me be1ng up 1n your gr1ll.
[04:39] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < What do you mean?
[04:40] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < The last time I observed my "grill" you were not in it.
[04:43] AT: metaphor1cally, dude.
[04:43] AT: 1'm here. 1'm up 1n your gr1ll.
[04:49] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < In my "grill"?
[04:51] AT: yeah. your soc1al gr1ll???
[04:55] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < My... social grill?
[04:56] CT: (;; ಠ ∩ಠ) < Nobody is in my social grill. I am alone.
[04:57] AT: alone 1n general or r1ght now?
[04:58] CT: ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ < You are confusing me!
[04:58] AT: you're the one who started 1t, man! 1'm just try1ng to get a stra1ghtforward answer.
[04:59] AT: l1ke... are you be1ng ser1ous or just melodramat1c?
[04:59] CT: ٩(╬ఠ༬ఠ)و < You are grilling me with your strange nicker of my metaphorical grills!
[04:59] AT: relaaaaaaaaax.
[05:00] AT: 1'm not even gr1ll1ng you on anyth1ng that's l1ke... hard to gr1ll about.
[05:00] AT: th1s metaphor's gett1ng out of whack.
[05:00] AT: 1 just wanted to see what you were up to.
[05:01] CT: ( ง ᵒ̌皿ᵒ̌)ง⁼³₌₃ < I am not acting out of hoof! Though I am alone right now. Not in general. I am just getting off my shift.
[05:01] AT: there, see? that wasn't so hard.
[05:02] CT: ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ < C001d you not hoof made this easier to begin with?
[05:03] AT: 1 guess 1 could have but... where's the fun 1n that exactly?
[05:17] CT: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ < The fun is in keeping all your teeth when we ne%t gallop into one another.
[05:18] AT: d*mn... you'd do me l1ke that?
[05:27] CT: !! o(*≧д≦)o < What? No what are you neighing?
[05:27] AT: you're the one talk1ng about clock1ng my teeth 1n... how am 1 supposed to react?
[05:29] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < It w001d hoof nothing to do with "doing" you in aneigh regard!
[05:29] AT: what you do to me 1s how you do me.
[05:29] AT: 1t's not really a hard concept.
[05:30] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < ...
[05:30] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Stop being indecisive in your slang!
[05:30] AT: maybe 1 should just drop 1t.
[05:36] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Perchaps. I hoof neighver been very good at it.
[05:36] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < c001d you by aneigh chance e%plain to me why "do" has so maney meaning?
[05:39] AT: depends on the context... and what the person who's us1ng 1t wants 1t to mean.
[05:41] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < You hoof not even given me a hint as to what I am guessing.
[05:41] AT: you don't need a h1nt.
[05:41] AT: you're be1ng...
[05:47] CT: (;; ಠ益ಠ) < I am not acting filly!
[05:47] AT: yeah, you k1nda are.
[05:51] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < ...
[05:51] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Well, it is clearly your fault.
[05:54] AT: that sounds about r1ght.
[05:54] AT: 1 came, 1 saw, 1 tr1pped you up w1th lud1crousness.
[05:55] AT: or... 100d1crousness. heh.
[05:57] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < This is in no way tr001y 100d!
[05:57] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Wait.
[05:57] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < You are doing it again.
[06:08] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Doing the mindgames.
[06:09] AT: just teas1ng a l1l. maybe.
[06:13] AT: but alr1ght... 1'll qu1t 1t.
[06:15] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < That w001d be much appreciated.
[06:16] AT: aww... well 1f you're all say1ng thank you, then you're welcome.
[06:29] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < I am not thanking you.
[06:29] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Why sh001d I thank you for decency?
[06:34] AT: cuz 1 don't have to stop teas1ng you... but 1'm gonna.
[06:34] AT: s1nce you're mak1ng 1t too easy... but that's noth1ng new.
[06:35] AT: 1 was th1nk1ng about you today.
[06:53] CT: ٩(//̀Д/́/)۶ < Why are you neighing it like that? That makes it sound embarrassing!
[06:53] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < I mean.
[06:53] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Why were you thinking of me?
[06:55] AT: 1 was m1ss1ng you.
[07:10] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Oh.
[07:10] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Well.
[07:11] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Are you e%pecting me to neigh I missed you too?
[07:11] AT: haha, not really.
[07:12] AT: 1 know how you are so l1ke... why act embarrassed about 1t?
[07:12] AT: 1t 1s what 1t 1s.
[07:17] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < I canter say I missed you. Though I must admit I had a good time after our last incident.
[07:17] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Please do not quote me.
[07:19] AT: you know you had a good t1me.
[07:20] AT: and you... want 1t to happen aga1n???
[07:22] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < If you are referring to the mane pets.
[07:22] CT: (;; ಠ益ಠ) < Then perchaps.
[07:22] CT: (;;; ಠ益ಠ) < There is a chance I c001d.
[07:24] CT: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ < Enjoy that.
[07:26] AT: should we meet up aga1n?
[07:27] CT: (; ಠ益ಠ) < Right now?
[07:28] AT: why not? 1'm free r1ght now... and so are you, by the sound of 1t.
[07:30] CT: (;; ಠ益ಠ) < That I am. Where did you intend to meet?
[07:30] AT: 1 can come over.
[07:40] CT: (;; ಠ益ಠ) < ... To my block?
[07:42] AT: that's the plan, bro. 1f you want 1t to be.
[07:42] AT: e1ther way, 1t's no b1g deal.
[07:50] CT: (;; ಠ益ಠ) < Then come over. I shall make a softer pile for you.
[07:54] AT: bangarang... 1'm head1ng out.
[07:58] CT: (;; ಠ益ಠ) < Take your time.
-- aerugoTourbillon [AT] gave up trolling canteringTarpan [CT] at 08:01 --
RUFIOH: *And true to h1s word, the an1me troll shuffles over towards Horuss's block. 1t's not a fancy ocass1on, he's just wear1ng a t sh1rt and d1dn't even bother chang1ng out of h1s f1duspawn pj pants. Knocks at Horuss's door, rubb1ng at h1s neck. He was... well, he was anx1ous to see h1m aga1n, that much he knew so... why was he full of j1tters?*
HORUSS: *Horuss was however still in his uniform, and when Rufioh arrived he did feel the same sort of anxiousness. It was ridiculous though! He shouldn't have to be anxious about these sorts of things! They were just two almost-friends spending time together! He finished piling some hoofbeast plushtoys to give Rufioh something more comfortable to sit on than his hard robo piles, then opened the door for him* You were quick.
RUFIOH: *Leave 1t to Horuss to not know how to relax. Ruf1oh drops h1s hand to h1s s1de and d1ps h1s head 1n greet1ng.* maybe... 1 d1d wanna stop by the cafeter1a f1rst but uh... 1 f1gured out 1 had some stuff on hand as 1t was. *f1xes h1m w1th a LOOK* you sa1d someth1ng about just com1ng out of your sh1ft?
HORUSS: I just finished. *He explained and closed the door behind Rufioh, feeling a nervous wave of sweat begin to gather*
RUFIOH: haha, alr1ght... *Why you nervous, Horuss? Ruf1oh's not gonna b1te. Th1s moth troll 1s as ch1ll as can be. He str1des 1nto the block, look1ng around.* 1 guess you found a place for everyth1ng after all?
HORUSS: To an e%tent. I had to make some piles a little too large for my liking, but it works. *He shrugged, then took a few steps over to the softer new pile, which was quite small compared to the others* I thought you c001d use a softer one.
RUFIOH: 1 can d1g 1t. *hums and s1ts h1s butt on the p1le, test1ng 1t out. 1t could use a few more f1duspawn hosts but he won't compla1n. Starts gett1ng comfy and l1es back, arms beh1nd h1s head.* me 1n the plush p1le... all by myself.
HORUSS: I prefer big herd piles. *He explained as he sat down in a robo pile, more comfortable with the rugged edges than the plush give of a soft pile*
RUFIOH: aww, d*mn... that's adorbs, yo. *l1es on h1s s1de, palm aga1nst h1s head. Th1s 1s Ruf1oh N1tram on the cover of horse plush p1le magaz1ne. So sparkly and he's not even try1ng.*
HORUSS: *He is magnificent. Though, that is not something Horuss is prepared to say out loud* How.
HORUSS: How was your day?
HORUSS: *Ugh being civil hurts*
RUFIOH: 1t was cool... maybe a l1l bor1ng but that's l1ke every day, 1 th1nk. *plucks up horse plush and we1ghs 1t 1n h1s hand.* could be better.
HORUSS: Nothing in particoltar to nicker of. All is calm. *He leaned back, picking out a miniature of Dualscar and then putting it back. That one was a failure so he'd prefer to hide it*
RUFIOH: yup... sounds bor1ng l1ke my day was.
RUFIOH: *tosses plush1e at Horuss's head.*
HORUSS: *He looks genuinely unsettled*
HORUSS: What did you just do?
RUFIOH: *Damn. He was hop1ng to see 1t bo1nk off one of h1s horns. He cont1nues to l1e there l1ke noth1ng just happened.* 1'm help1ng you loosen up, dog.
HORUSS: You threw Dash at me. *He continued, picking up the plush and holding it almost protectively*
RUFIOH: 1 d1dn't know dash had a name. *bemused ch1n scratch1ng*
HORUSS: This is Dash. They all hoof neighms, Rufioh. *He got up and carefully placed Dash back in the pile, though not before nudging Rufioh in the horn*
RUFIOH: *Egh. And Ruf1oh shoves at h1s s1de.* you expect me to know that?
HORUSS: Of horse I do. *pokes him in the side a bit harsher than intended* I neighme most my things.
RUFIOH: haha, ow... *rubs at h1s s1de, squ1nt1ng 1n offense. Watch the strength!!!* okay.
RUFIOH: so... you're a nerd.
HORUSS: That I am not. You are obviously the nerd. *He is still leaning over him with a hand on the pile here.*
RUFIOH: *Bl1nks slowly w1th a sm1rk creep1ng on h1s face. He has no problem w1th h1s prox1m1ty.* nobody even talks l1ke you do, bro... not at least w1thout be1ng called a nerd.
RUFIOH: *and then s1ghs fa1ntly*
RUFIOH: 1'm gonna get a bru1se.
HORUSS: *He looks slightly concerned at this, but tries to make it seem like a regular frown!* You hoof to be more carefoal.
RUFIOH: you're the one pok1ng me and sh*t. *rubs at the spot more, a t1ny b1t grumpy*
HORUSS: Oh. *He just realized it was his fault and felt pretty bad, trying to very carefully pet his side in silence*
HORUSS: Sorry. *He mumbled under his breath*
RUFIOH: *The hand rest1ng on h1s s1de makes Ruf1oh's grump1ness d1sappate. Almost l1ke 1t was NEVER real to beg1n w1th! He's sm1l1ng aga1n, gentle th1s t1me.* 1t's cool... 1'm not a guy who holds grudges. *soft mutter1ng*
HORUSS: *Horuss was not one to apologize often, but having grown up with this freakish strength that was almost impossible to control at times, he had found accidentally harming others to be the one thing he always felt terrible for. It did not matter who they were, it always made him feel bad, yet especially if they were someone he cared about*
HORUSS: *He just held the other's side very softly, a silent second apology* Regardless, I hurt you.
RUFIOH: *Hey, just hav1ng Horuss be okay w1th touch1ng h1m was a b1g deal. Ruf1oh f1nds h1mself chuckl1ng.*
RUFIOH: 1 dunno. maybe 1t's a good k1nd of hurt.
HORUSS: How c001d it be? *He looked right at him, seeming quite concerned still*
RUFIOH: cuz... *meets h1s eyes, blood pusher m1ss1ng a beat.* 1 guess 1t's part of be1ng around you so... 1t's not so bad.
HORUSS: *He could not help but stare, his blood seeming to rush to his cheeks. Certainly he must be flushed with blue now, but he didn't turn away* That is a very filly thing to neigh.
RUFIOH: heh... guess what? 1'm pretty much full of those. *watches the flush of blue, a hand sneak1ng up to cover the one on h1s s1de*
HORUSS: Ah? *He looked down at his hand, yet did not move away, knowing he probably already looked like an idiot. Why couldn't he make himself move?*
RUFIOH: *swallows, know1ng that 1t was hard to br1ng up but... he deserved 1t. He deserved to know.* 1 th1nk... 1 wanna g1ve 1t another chance. us, 1 mean. *Ruf1oh's express1on falls a b1t but he keeps h1s hand squeez1ng over Horuss's.*
RUFIOH: me, just... one more t1me.
HORUSS: Rufioh... *His throat feels dry and thick, as if he could not swallow even if he wanted to. The nervous sweat that had begun when Rufioh first entered was getting worse by the second, and now he was here, feeling overheated beyond his blood's capability. A light tremble shook his hand, but he took control so that he would not hurt the other, yet the shaking was audible in his voice* Do you think we c001d ever. Work?
RUFIOH: *the pa1n 1n h1s express1on 1s real and 1nstead of h1s hand, Ruf1oh br1ngs h1s touch to h1s face. H1s words aches w1th every regret and sorrow he never let h1mself dwell on these long, lonely sweeps.*
RUFIOH: 1 know... we d1dn't know what the f*ck we were do1ng last t1me. 1t was stup1d, 1 was... stup1d. but... god, horuss. *leans unt1l h1s forehead 1s press1ng aga1nst Horuss's cooler one.* 1 never wanted 1t to end that way.
HORUSS: *There is a stinging in his eyes that he cannot quite explain, though when they begin to feel moist he quickly pushes a hand up to wipe them. Without his goggles he is not safe. He is visibly vulnerable and right here, right now... hearing Rufioh say this... He cannot keep it in. At least his hand and sleeve will do for now.* Are you aware of what you are saying..? This is not a mindgame to mess with me again? *The hand on Rufioh's side seems to move under his back, as if he's trying to hold him, to make sure he does not go away*
RUFIOH: d*mm1t... don't cry, horseshoes. *h1s vo1ce 1s noth1ng but a wh1sper as he cards f1ngers through the other's short mane. He then t1lts up to press h1s l1ps aga1nst Horuss's forehead, a comfort1ng ch1rr start1ng up 1n h1s throat.* no m1ndgames. just me... and you.
HORUSS: Me and you... *He repeated, wiping his eyes again, teeth sinking into his lip as he listened to the other's sounds. His blood pusher was beating so hard he could hear his blood rush through his ears, a calmness and comfort sinking into him that was so rare these days. He let his free hand fall, resting his arm on the other side of Rufioh, and just basked in the feeling of being close*
RUFIOH: *keeps nuzzl1ng h1s dumb sweaty ha1rl1ne, scratch1ng h1s scalp l1ke he prom1sed he'd do. For the f1rst t1me 1n a long wh1le, Ruf1oh let h1mself feel the affect1on he m1ssed w1th h1m. 1t warmed h1s breath as he gently k1ssed along Horuss's temple.*
HORUSS: *He felt so at ease, a low purr beginning to form at the back of his throat as he for once allowed himself to fully enjoy the attention he was given. For someone so sure he was impossible to pity... this was so much.*
HORUSS: *As Rufioh spoke he opened his eyes, his hold on the other still gentle but secure* What?
RUFIOH: *Even as they're shar1ng th1s amaz1ng, tender moment, Horuss st1ll manages to sound l1ke a huge nerd. Ruf f1nds h1mself sn1cker1ng as he br1ngs h1s face up aga1n.* heh... *The warm look he g1ves Horuss th1s t1me 1s sealed w1th one whole k1ss.*
HORUSS: *He does not resist, push him or act embarrassed. Oh no, he allows this, holding the other tight enough to return the kiss, hoping it will not be over too soon. His pulse was rushing, cheeks a deep blue under this heavy affection. He was kissing Rufioh again. He never thought this would happen*
RUFIOH: *Perhaps 1t was how fam1l1ar 1t was, th1s pr1ckle of nostalg1a beh1nd the feel and taste of h1s k1ss. But 1t was so d1fferent now. No gu1lt, or heartache, or worry... Ruf1oh was free to lose h1mself 1n all the ways that Horuss drew h1m.*
RUFIOH: *The real1zat1on seemed to dawn to h1m at once, stall1ng the very breath 1n h1s chest unt1l he's break1ng away, f1ngers shak1ng.* f*ck...
HORUSS: *His breath falls heavy as they part, the force of his blood pusher still making him dizzy as he looks at the other under the dark dust of blue across his face. His hand seeks Rufioh's, taking an almost impossibly gentle hold of it* Must we stop?
RUFIOH: *after reel1ng past the stars 1n h1s head, Ruf1oh forces h1mself to focus back on Horuss. H1m be1ng awkward and uncerta1n and probably m1s1nterpret1ng why Ruf pulled away. Gentle. Why d1dn't he ever see these th1ngs about h1mself?? He stares at h1m, try1ng to remember how words worked.* no, 1 just...
RUFIOH: *makes an exasperated sound before tw1n1ng the1r f1ngers together.* god d*mn 1t, horuss... 1 f*ck1ng m1ssed you.
HORUSS: *The hold of his hand made him feel...wanted. For once in so long he was not loathed and pushed. His grip did not tighten, he did not dare, but he dared to softly push their foreheads together, staying close* No need to be crude. Yet, I missed you too. *With that he dared to plant a kiss at the other's jaw, careful and almost scared to bruise him*
RUFIOH: *as Horuss k1sses h1s jaw, Ruf1oh 1s purr1ng before he can help h1mself* 1 f*ck1ng. m1ssed you. *repeats aga1n, stubborn and oh so cheeky w1th h1s gr1n*
HORUSS: *He adjusted his almost awkward position over the other, ending up with his knees in the pile while he tried to hold the other close, tracing his neck with another line of kisses. He did not feel like he was bold, merely welcoming something he used to be so familiar with* You are impossible.
RUFIOH: *there's no deny1ng the sp1ke of heat warm1ng h1s face w1th Horuss mumbl1ng 1nto h1s neck l1ke that. Horuss m1ght not be so bold... but Ruf1oh def1n1tely was.* mmm... tell 1t to me aga1n. *gr1nn1ng l1ke such a copper-faced sh1t.*
HORUSS: *He purred softly against his neck, nuzzling into it in search for more of that welcome affection* Impossible flutterbug... *Rufioh could not see it, but he might feel Horuss' smile against his skin. He was truly happy in this moment*
RUFIOH: *turns another shade of brown and bur1es h1mself aga1nst Horuss's shoulder, try1ng to keep the breathlessness out of h1s vo1ce.* you're... haha... a1n't even fa1r... *And he fa1led fantast1cally.*
HORUSS: *The breathless little laugh is enough to send a flutter through his body, and with that smile still on his face, he lays down next to the other in the much too soft pile and pulls him close* Who is being unfair?
RUFIOH: you. yeah. *says a l1ttle too qu1ckly, mostly because h1s stup1d blood pusher sk1pp1ng 1n all k1nds of d1rect1ons and steal1ng the sense from th1nkpan.* you just say th1ngs... and 1t sucks. *NA1LED 1T.*
HORUSS: *He was too busy purring against the other's neck to at all get angry about that comment, just holding him close and so cery carefully petting his back, being weary of the fragile wings* You are the one whose words s*ck. *Leave him be, he is so happy*
RUFIOH: okay, so... maybe 1 should stop talk1ng? *Eas1er sa1d than when there are purrs aga1nst h1s neck and hands runn1ng along h1s back. Those are SENS1T1VE, yo. Ruf1oh just wants to ramble forever 1n hopes 1t'll d1stract from the electr1c currents pr1ckl1ng h1s sk1n.* but, uh... okay. haha... *j1ttery w1ng fl1cks*
HORUSS: *Horuss knew, but with such strength as his it was hard to even be this gentle. He just wanted to nuzzle against and kiss this annoying moth until work or other forces pull them apart. Even if they had to stay in this much too soft pile he would keep holding him* Stay here.
RUFIOH: d*mn, that sounds l1ke an order, dude... *he can't beat the snuggly sm1les off h1s face though* and you're st1ll 1n your un1form and sh*t?
RUFIOH: wtf's up w1th that?
HORUSS: Are you telling me to get out of it? *What was this? A horse that actually managed to do the teasing for once? He almost felt proud of himself for that!*
RUFIOH: *Don't do that, Horuss. Ruf1oh w1ll just push h1s luck and see how much he can get away w1th. As demonstrated now.* unless you want me to do 1t for you? *aaaaay BEAT THAT.*
HORUSS: *Yes. He definitely did push his luck! And now the horse was embarrassed! He hid his face in Rufioh's shoulder, mumbling into it* Don't neigh it like that. You are too much.
RUFIOH: *Ruf1oh w1ns! He can't be more pleased w1th h1mself. As Horuss ducks h1s head, Ruf gets a qu1ck wh1sper 1n h1s ear.* almost forgot about what 1 brought for you.
HORUSS: *His ear twitched slightly as he whispered to him, and he turned slightly to him, cheeks still dusted with indigo* You brought me something?
RUFIOH: yeah, d1dn't wanna come over w1th noth1ng. *forces h1mself to s1t up a l1ttle* and you sa1d you'd just gotten out of your sh1ft?
RUFIOH: anyway... *drops a plast1c bag full of apples and passes 1t to h1m.* your fave. }:)
HORUSS: *He hesistantly moved away enough to let him sit, and looks at him, uncertain where he was going with this. Then suddenly. Apples.*
HORUSS: *His ears perk, eyes a little wider than usual. There are so many apples. He holds onto them and looks at him again* I can hoof these?
RUFIOH: yeah, man... 1 got them for you. *there's at least seven apple.*
HORUSS: *That is seven more than zero apple. That equals a happy pony.*
HORUSS: *He sits a bit closer, then lays down in the pile on his back, almost an invitation for the other to do the same* Thank you. That was awfoally nice.
HORUSS: Perchaps you sh001d check your pulse. It is unlike you.
HORUSS: *He is teasing, of horse*
RUFIOH: uh... excuse? 1'm l1ke... h*lls of generous... and thoughtful about my fr1ends. *chews on h1s l1p and EYES h1m. He knows he's teas1ng.*
RUFIOH: but 1 don't know about med1carver stuff... so you should do 1t for me.
RUFIOH: the pulse check1ng th1ng.
HORUSS: *He is rude as heck and is already nomming on an apple in he hoofbeast pile. This is the sweetest thing he has eaten in a long time...He loves it* You sh001d lay down. I canter check you from here.
RUFIOH: yeah... good 1dea. *but he does one even BETTER and rolls on top of Horuss to make h1s perch there. Yolo.*
HORUSS: *Well, he is certainly an embarrassed horse, but he allows it, letting his bag of apples lay in the pile for now. The first apple is eaten so fast, he must try to savour the rest. *
HORUSS: *His hands carefully find Rufioh's back again, holding him carefully to himself before he places a soft, awkward kiss on his temple* There is nothing wrong with your pulse.
RUFIOH: *Aww, yes. He wasn't thrown off. Th1s 1s a good s1gn! Ruf1oh s1nks down as Horuss br1ngs h1s hands up and k1sses at h1s temple. He toys absently w1th the collar of h1s sorta rumpled un1form.* d*mn... so much for that excuse.
HORUSS: *He snorted at that, but quickly tried to cover it up by clearing his throat. He was not laughing.* Perchaps later I c001d e%amine you more thoroughly. *Oh no shucks, he felt too bold. This certainly had him embarrassed enough alright*
RUFIOH: also a d*mn good 1dea. *rogue sm1rk and brushes f1ngers through h1s ha1r, fl1ck1ng locks out of the blueblood's embarrassed face.*
RUFIOH: you're the one mak1ng calls here.
HORUSS: *His ears flopped back a little, but what was an embarrassed horse to do? He leaned closer for a second and pecked him on the cheek, then just laid back in the pile* That may be the case. Yet, I do not hear you complaining.
HORUSS: *Feeling a tad to warm, he tried to undo a few buttons in his uniform*
RUFIOH: 1 guess 1t's cuz somet1mes... *pauses w1th Horuss unbutton1ng the un1form.* you have good 1deas. *f1n1shes, d1stracted suddenly.*
HORUSS: *He had it buttoned down at the middle now, though with Horuss you could always be sure that there was an undershirt on the inside, to take the discomfort out of the amount of wiring he had installed in his clothing.* Of horse I hoof good ideas. I am terribly bright after all. *He was not even teasing, this was an honest to shucks Horuss*
RUFIOH: *Normally, Ruf1oh would roll h1s eyes and shake h1s head. But th1s was not a normal moment and Horuss's blunt certa1nty only served as a rem1nder of the terr1ble, wonderful mess of a troll he was deal1ng w1th. Ruf1oh's express1on softens as he strokes from h1s ha1r down to h1s face.* yeah, babe... 1 know.
RUFIOH: *F1ngers l1nger there for a second longer, fond and p1ty1ng as he traces the contour of h1s STRONG eyebrow. Then w1thout further ado, Ruf sh1fts to help Horuss undo the sh1rt buttons the rest of the way.*
HORUSS: *Half of a chirp managed to slide through his filter of embarrassing sounds, only serving to make the big pony look away from the other for second. He felt his fingers on the buttons of his shirt, rising himself up on his elbows to allow it to slide down, and to get himself out of it. His undershirt was just another thin layer keep the wires from digging into his skin, but at least it helped him keep some decency*
HORUSS: I thought I w001d be the one e%amining you.
RUFIOH: *W1th Horuss propp1ng h1mself up, 1t leaves the moth troll to take roost on h1s lap 1nstead. From here, Ruf could apprec1ate the stronger troll's hefty bu1ld. 1f s1tt1ng on h1s lap and feel1ng up muscles he KNEW weren't there when last t1me they dated was all that was left to do, then he could have surm1sed the even1ng 1n one word. N1ce...*
RUFIOH: *Then, 1f the pos1t1on weren't comprom1s1ng enough as 1t was, that comment certa1nly was. He ra1ses h1s brows, once aga1n feel1ng that annoy1ng 1mpulse to push h1s luck.*
RUFIOH: oh yeah. *agrees rather evenly, absently p1ck1ng at h1s own loose t-sh1rt. 1t's all a part of the STRATEGY.* s1nce... y'know. 1 don't know what 1'm do1ng and all. 1 should probably get help w1th that.
HORUSS: *It was not often that Horuss did act this bold, and he certainly felt the effect it had on his blood pump. After all, it took a kind of bravery he did not have very much of to even make such comments. Rufioh seemed to do it so easily, the tease that he was, but the strong horse would not back down now. Swallowing thickly, attempting to keep his cool, he lightly traced his hands to Rufioh's hips, hooking them under his t-shirt and slowly sliding up. He was not as thin as he had been, always lean but now there was som contour here that he could not recall. He must be getting stronger after all* I neighver thought you were too puny to undress yourself.
RUFIOH: *He starts off sn1cker1ng and then putters halfway through. So suave.* 1 know r1ght? way too d*mn puny, can't even f1gure 1t out for mys- ha... oh. *Cool a1r h1ts h1s back but so do cool hands, the act1on br1ng1ng a fresh blush to h1s face.*
RUFIOH: *Okay, so th1s was actually happen1ng and h1s m1nd was dera1l1ng aga1n, totally fa1l1ng for words. Ruf tr1es not to act too eager about undo1ng the t1ny clasps hold1ng h1s sh1rt together. L1fe was so hard for mutated bull-horned trolls somet1mes. He w1ggles free, nerves t1ngl1ng as the sh1rt 1s dropped altogether.*
RUFIOH: *After a small moment, he f1nds h1s vo1ce aga1n.* so... what's the verd1ct?
HORUSS: *The horse is flushed blue from the tip of his nose to his ears, his hands carefully resting on Rufioh's waist once he was out of the t-shirt. It had been long since he felt such warm skin directly against his own, contrating so greatly to his own chilled flesh. He could not quite get the words out at first, taking in the sight of him with such longing devotion, almost hoping he was not just dreaming this all up. The tone of Rufioh's skin, the slight muscle he could not remember from before, and the familiar slenderness of his shapes... It was all making his blood pusher stop in admiration*
HORUSS: *With an absentminded lick of his dry lips, he looked back to his face again, the blue in his irises seeming brighter than usual.* I believe your pulse is a little too hay...
RUFIOH: 1 guess... g1ven the c1rcumstances, 1t a1n't too b1g of a deal. *For a guy not capable of str1ng1ng too many thoughts together, Ruf1oh sure talked a lot. But 1t was all a matter of keep1ng h1s cool for the moment. Between the1r careful exchange of touch and sl1ghtly sh1ft1ng we1ght, he had reasons to f1xate on Horuss too. Watch1ng h1m l1ck h1s l1ps for example. God damn.*
RUFIOH: *Knees d1g 1nto the s1lly p1le beneath them as he pulls Horuss 1n for another k1ss. The mesh of the1r l1ps 1s slow on Ruf's part, want1ng for the salty sweet taste totally un1que to h1m. He then real1zes 1t's probably the apple and rumbles fa1ntly as he presses for more, gr1nn1ng as he dares to tease h1s tongue past ch1lly l1ps. Try that on for s1ze, Zahhak.*
HORUSS: *It did not matter now, Horuss was not so dim that he did not understand why the other's pulse would be faster than normal. He was not so dim that he did not understand the effect they were having on each other in this moment, after all, he felt it too. His kiss was so warm, making the cold highblood shiver under the kiss, returning it with an eagerness he could not fully hold back. The weight of this moth in his lap was doing its own work, rising his body heat to uncomfortable levels, making him wish the undershirt was also off. As Rufioh's tongue slipped past his lips, he let out a tiny chirp of embarrassment, yet shyly, carefully, pushed his own agains the brownblood's.*
HORUSS: *His left hand stayed on Rufioh's waist, rubbing little circles with his thumb, while the right moved to pull slightly at the hem of hus undershirt. He knew this was a little bold, but he wished to feel the other's skin against his own for once*
RUFIOH: *Bold as 1t was, Ruf1oh was qu1ckly los1ng h1mself 1n the buzz1ng haze flood1ng h1s th1nkpan.* mmm... *says w1th much 1ntell1gence as f1ngerpads sl1de under the collar of h1s undersh1rt and press over sturdy blueblood muscle. Sweat was already gather1ng rap1dly under th1s sl1ght touch and 1t wouldn't be long before the whole sh1rt was soaked.*
RUFIOH: *Well! There was only one way to solve th1s and as Horuss fumbles to w1ggle out of h1s sh1rt, Ruf1oh qu1ckly offers h1s ass1stance.* god... d*mn, heh. *manages to mutter, as the sh1rt topples over h1s horns and the horse 1s FREED. Shffff, and here everyone thought Ruf1oh was the hot one. He ser1ously thought there needed to be a second vote on that.* you're gonna ru1n your p1le.
HORUSS: *He was aware of that, knowing fully well how bad his perspiration problem was once he was out of his custom valved clothing. Still, with his hair a bit of a mess from getting out of the shirt, and his cheeks still deep blue, he leaned in to press a kiss to Rufioh's neck* Are you suggesting we move elsewhere? *He asked, trailing his hands down onto the moth's hips*
RUFIOH: yeah, pr... obably. *faulters and puffs, now forgett1ng what he was so worr1ed about a second ago. Horuss was speak1ng aga1nst h1s neck aga1n and 1t was an excuse for an attempt to move off h1s lap. The key word be1ng "attempt". The sl1ght roll of h1s h1ps under Horuss's careful hands m1ght be d1stract1ng.*
RUFIOH: they have... uhm. names. you sa1d. *breathy rambl1ng* 1t'd be w... we1rd...?
HORUSS: *His breath seemed to hitch as Rufioh's hips moved in his lap, his grip tightening slightly for a second before he forced himself to shift his hold on the other. With his hands now propped under his thighs he pushed himself up and stood up from the pile, still holding the other in place* Perchaps... we c001d find a better location. *His voice was quiet, almost as if he tried to make sure no one else was listening to them. Shucks, this awkward horse never seemed to give it a break*
RUFIOH: haha, sh*t... *1s suddenly l1fted, h1s blood pusher do1ng a funny l1ttle swoop1ng mot1on. At the same t1me, h1s w1ngs reflex1vely flap 1n the open a1r. The1r ha1r 1s successfully buffeted by the small gust.* yeah... god, yes... please.
RUFIOH: *more w1ng fla1ls but 1t mostly 1nvolves Ruf1oh clos1ng h1s knees around Horuss's m1ddle and pull1ng h1mself up to n1p at h1s ear. The dec1s1on 1s up to the horse 1t seems. Ne1ghbors be DAMNED.*
HORUSS: *Neighbours be damned indeed. Though standing like this was comfortable in its own sense, having Rufioh pressed so close to him and all, he didn't waste much time waiting. Soon the strong horse had them seated on the bed, Rufioh on top of himself since he did not want to crush him, and he did not want to force his wings into an uncomfortable position. At least they did not have to worry about the bed getting gross under this sweaty idiot pony*
HORUSS: *He laid back onto the bed, pulling Rufioh down with him to plant soft kisses along his collarbone. His hands stayed at his legs, occasionally rubbing small circles at his thighs* You are so warm...
RUFIOH: *the purrs were start1ng up aga1n but th1s t1me more muffled as Ruf moves from n1bbl1ng earlobes to nuzzl1ng h1s temple and the base of h1s horn. A low s1gh escapes h1m f1nally as c1rcles press 1nto h1s th1ghs, melt1ng h1m from the 1ns1de out.*
RUFIOH: cuz you feel so d*mn good. *murmurs, br1ng1ng h1s hand up to rub Horuss's other horn. H1s breath1ng seems to p1ck up a rhythm after that, follow1ng the c1rcl1ng f1ngers wh1le h1s l1ps press along r1ngs of dark red horn cart1lage.*
HORUSS: *He'd have made a comment about the language, but he couldn't when Rufioh was giving so much attention to his horns. A deep, low purr rumbled in his throat, his fingers sliding off Rufioh's legs to grab the sheets instead. At least he could ruin these with less consequence than Rufioh's legs* Oh d*rn... Rufioh... *His teeth sank into his lip to keep the more embarrassing noises in, a heat pumping through his body with a dizzying force, making him tremble under the pressure. His hips rolled slightly against the other, giving in to a much too familiar need*
RUFIOH: *palms sl1p regretfully off h1s h1ps and st1rs Ruf from h1s task. The tens1on 1n h1s shoulders and the way chewed h1s l1p, however, was certa1nly p1qu1ng h1s 1nterest.* hmm... *He pushes h1mself up a b1t, one hand slowly pump1ng along the shaft of Horuss's proud horn.* that feel good?
HORUSS: *He held back a gasp, biting it all in to keep his dignity intact. He wanted very badly to touch the other, but he did not dare in case he broke him somehow, and it was frustrating him to no end. The pumping of his horn made him tremble to the tips of his fingers, hips pushing up against the other yet again as he slowly managed to nod* Yes... *He almost swallowed his word, a small chirp escaping with it and causing him much embarrassment yet again. He was not supposed to sound cute...*
RUFIOH: *Cute equals sexy, Horuss, never fear. And Ruf1oh would tease h1m too 1f 1t weren't for the needy sl1de of Horuss's h1ps under h1m. The f1rst t1me, Ruf was ready to d1sm1ss as an acc1dent l1ke maaaybe the horse was about to throw h1m off. But th1s t1me, he was forced to st1ffle h1s own ch1rp as fr1ct1on sparked heat up certa1n areas between h1s legs.*
RUFIOH: *Wow, okay. 1t was s1multaneously the best and worst conjecture of tens1ons poss1ble and h1s head was sent reel1ng for sense aga1n. H1s hand faulters at Horuss's horn for a moment, a dec1s1on work1ng 1n h1s th1nkpan. How long were they go1ng to last l1ke th1s? D1d he want to f1nd out?*
RUFIOH: *Well, judg1ng on h1s 1mpuls1ve dec1s1on to brace both hands on the horse's horns l1ke handle bars, Ruf1oh dec1ded yes. He d1d want to f1nd out. Teeth worry1ng 1nto h1s l1p and keep1ng h1s eyes low on Horuss's express1on, he rocks h1s h1ps back. He breathes out sharply, and then rocks aga1n, m1lk1ng the bu1ld1ng heat for all 1t was worth.* f*ck...
HORUSS: *He could say that again. Horuss' fingers grasped for nothing until they dug into the mattress under them, tearing the material until he was left with handfuls of mattress foam instead of something to really hold on to. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, a tension building in him that he felt desperate to release. How long had it even been...? *
HORUSS: *His eyes opened again, looking right at the other while he could feel his rear rock against his groin, tensing sharply.* Rufioh... d*rn it I... want to touch you... *He almost whispered under his purr, rolling his hips against the other's*
RUFIOH: *the sound of tear1ng mattress foam jars h1m back to real1ty and h1s words even moreso. Heart thuds as he releases h1s horns, steady1ng h1mself over Horuss 1n an attempt to catch h1s breath.* shh... *pets at h1s ha1r aga1n, so p1ty1ng and gentle. How could he not?*
RUFIOH: you won't hurt me, babe. *mutters back at h1m, h1s w1ngs fann1ng beh1nd h1m unt1l Ruf1oh 1s mov1ng off h1s lap to nestle bes1de h1m. He presses warm k1sses on h1s chest, murmur1ng encouragement.*
HORUSS: *He was almost disappointed when the friction to his lap disappeared, turning towards the other when he is safely in place. He cannot stop the tremble of his hands as he attempts to hold him, so careful that it is as if he is hardly touching him at all, yet the heat from the other's skin floods into his chilled fingertips, spreading through him. Rufioh's back, his waist, his hips... lingering at the line of his pants as if he could not dare to do what he wanted to* Does it hurt...?
RUFIOH: *a fresh flush of copper seems to darken h1s sk1n as Ruf1oh melts aga1nst every careful brush of h1s hand. He presses h1s forehead aga1nst Horuss's cons1derably sweaty chest, 1nhal1ng h1s scent.* no... 1'll tell you 1f 1t... does. *tells h1m, unsure 1f h1s vo1ce was graveled by a purr or a growl.*
HORUSS: *Even Horuss was uncertain, but either possibility was just as appealing to him. He trusted Rufioh would not lie to him, and thus he allowed himself to carry on, running his palm gently along the other's skin. It was impossible to describe how satisfying it felt to have the heat of another's skin press directly to his own and no matter how terrified he was of hurting him, this remained true. Rufioh's hair brushed so softly against his chin, and he leaned down to nuzzle against it, planting a kiss atop his head* You feel aneighzing...
RUFIOH: *Amaz1ng to Horuss, maybe but on Ruf1oh's end, he felt l1ke he was burn1ng up. Maybe the sweat wasn't just ALL consequence of the horse troll after all.* mmn... horse puns. *the compla1nt 1s too fa1nt to really count as one. He's too d1stracted.*
RUFIOH: *Nuzzles turn back 1nto k1sses on h1s chest unt1l he was suck1ng spots r1ght between h1s pectorals. Dark blue marks blossom aga1nst gray sk1n wherever Ruf1oh's l1ps press, sure to leave marks for Horuss to be offended about later. Whoops.*
HORUSS: *Right now however, he could not care less. All that mattered was that he was able to touch and not bruise, and he enjoyed every second that he could spend this way. Strong fingers lingered on the hem of Rufioh's pants yet again, holding his breath before he dared to speak* Are you not warm..?
HORUSS: *A dumb excuse, he knew, but he was not exactly the master of seduction*
RUFIOH: *Horuss pls. Ruf1oh makes vague bull no1ses, busy n1bbl1ng and leav1ng h1ck1es on th1s bara chest. Can't you see?*
RUFIOH: *On that note, he coasts on the hazy heat 1nh1b1t1ng h1s dec1s1on mak1ng sk1lls. When he speaks, 1t's a low rumble.* maybe... you should f1nd out...? *b1tes down on h1m, sharp teeth graz1ng harmlessly on h1ghblood flesh*
HORUSS: *The biting only serves to heighten his uncomfortable need, pulling a tiny chirp from his throat and forcing him to bite down on his lip again to prevent more of those. Rufioh was such a tease... how was a dumb horse supposed to understand him? Carefully though, he began to pull slightly at those pants, waiting to hear if the other objected or such. He did not want to stop right here*
RUFIOH: *As luck would have 1t, Ruf1oh d1dn't want to stop here e1ther. The sl1ght sl1de of h1s pj wa1stband st1rs h1m out of h1s busy work. He dares to cast a glance up at Horuss, tak1ng 1n h1s express1on for a spl1t second. They both wanted th1s, he was sure. *
RUFIOH: *Ruf1oh's purr cont1nues stead1ly as he relaxes w1th a s1gh, tak1ng over Horuss's task by sl1d1ng h1s h1ps out of the comb1nat1on of h1s pants and boxer br1efs altogether. They d1sappear somewhere, 1t doesn't matter because Ruf1oh 1s help1ng gu1de a palm over h1s now bare legs and h1ps.*
RUFIOH: ...k1nda cold 1n here. *comments, h1s face a br1ghter brown than h1s ha1r probably.*
HORUSS: *He now had one embarrassed horse who could not help but stare as the pants and briefs came off, his pusher seeming to stand still as he watched. It was not that he had not seen Rufioh nude before, that he had, but there was something about this moment that made it so different, something new yet dearly familiar that he wished never to part with again. How flushed he was...*
HORUSS: That is my fault. I'm not the warmest troll... *He insisted, taking his hands off the other in case it would only serve to chill him further.*
RUFIOH: maybe not... *That's a pout on h1s face. 1s that a pout on h1s face? He doesn't seem happy that Horuss moved h1s hands away. Th1s calls for ACT1ON, he dec1des, s1de-ey1ng h1m.*
RUFIOH: or maybe... you could be? *The quest1on 1tself would be pretty 1nnocent 1f 1t weren't for Ruf1oh slyly reach1ng for the belt buckle of the horse troll's dumb un1form pants. Jostle jostle tug.* we can f1nd out.
HORUSS: *Oh, he was a sly moth, that was for sure! And now he had rendered this horse speechless at the sound of hs belt buckle being undone. As it slid out, the buttons being undone, the already overheated sweaty mess of a hoofbeast forced courage and shyly pulled down his pants and underwear, though the slightly-lower-than-thigh high socks remained on. You couldn't force these off him. The pants rolled off the bed and onto the floor, and they were now both as naked as they were going to get. For a second it hit him that he had never expected this a few hours ago when he agreed to letting Rufioh come over... But he wasa very glad this was happening*
HORUSS: I c001d only be warm by your ministration.
RUFIOH: *1f he knew what was good for h1m, Horuss was go1ng to keep the th1gh h1gh socks on. Ruf1oh could spend t1me adm1r1ng h1s ex and now current matespr1t's rock1n art p1ece of a bod or he can exper1ence 1t f1rst-hand. W1th h1s hands! And h1s mouth, for good measure... 1f he could keep the sudden snorts of laughter under control.*
RUFIOH: 1 can't bel1eve... some of the th1ngs you say w1th a stra1ght face, horseshoes. *tells h1m, shoot1ng a cocky gr1n as he pulls h1mself over and presses a k1ss to the blueblood's muscley abdomen. Look at th1s tease, at 1t aga1n.*
HORUSS: *Well he was trying to be romantic, but alas, he failed brilliantly again! Prize for awkwardness goes to Horseshoes mcPonybutt! He was about to shoot a comment back at the other, but was stopped by an overwhelming sensation that forced his mouth back shut again when Rufioh's lips pressed to his abdomen. Yes. That was good. Please go on. *
HORUSS: *His hands went back onto the sheets, holding onto them and struggling not to touch or move too much againt Rufioh, in case he just happened to hurt him somehow.*
RUFIOH: *Hell yes. Horuss shutt1ng up only meant that the ball was 1n h1s court now. Aaay, t1me to make the most of th1s roll. St1ll chortl1ng, Ruf1oh returns to k1ss1ng down h1s stomach, f1ngers trac1ng down STRONG h1p bones and th1ghs.*
RUFIOH: relax... *says, not for the f1rst t1me and def1n1tely not for the last t1me. 1t's Horuss, after all. St1ll, Ruf1oh keeps h1s touch and vo1ce gentle, coax1ng the tens1on out of hard muscle.* you th1nk you can?
HORUSS: I can try. *He admitted, his voice quivering as the effect Rufioh's kisses had on him was becoming very obvious. Horuss was not an easy troll to get to relax, but if someone managed, then bless them. He was still tense, but tried to let go of the sheets in an attempt not to use too many muscles, yet he was still dumb enough to hold his breath instead of breathing calmly*
RUFIOH: *1t's pla1n to see that he was mak1ng an effort, wh1ch 1s good enough. Ruf cont1nues to shoosh h1m, now l1ck1ng l1nes further down h1s abdomen to make h1s 1ntent known. H1s head bents to k1ss h1s th1ghs too, rubb1ng h1s palms over them as he d1d w1th h1s horn earl1er. He then sw1tches to h1s other leg, g1v1ng 1t the same attent1on. So many shooshes and k1sses here, thorough but gentle w1th h1s bu1ld up. Relax. Breathe.*
HORUSS: *It was quite embarrassing to a troll used to being so dignified as he, but after merely a few kisses to his legs, the effect is final. Though he tries to cover up slightly with his hand, he has already fully unsheathed, and it is all too obvious. This of course does not help on his tension... to think he'd look this lewd so soon* You are too good, that is all... *He tried to explain it, covering his face with one hand. What a dumb horse...*
RUFIOH: heh... 1 know 1 am. *purrs w1th sat1sfact1on and presses one last l1nger1ng k1ss down on h1s leg. He's coast1ng on so many conf1dences and happy thoughts.*
RUFIOH: not as good as you though. *hums as he moves to s1t up a l1ttle, br1ng1ng a hand up to let h1s bulge curl damply around h1s wr1st and f1ngers. The gesture 1s very lazy and almost 1ndulgent, wh1ch Horuss m1ght not be able to see. The nerd was st1ll cover1ng up h1s face.*
RUFIOH: you're so good, horuss... *st1ll purr1ng as he nuzzles the dark blue shaft and presses k1sses up the length of 1t.*
HORUSS: *a long deep chirr, followed by a chirp was allowed to escape his lips, as if he was asking for more without using words. Though he was still tense, he was doing his best to attempt relaxation, allowing his back to arch as his former ex began to kiss his quivering bulge. It twitched and curled against him, rubbing against his face, leaving a hint of translucent blue along the brownblood's skin* Oh...f-f*ddlest*%...
RUFIOH: *A l1ttle mess never hurt anyone so Ruf1oh d1dn't really care about 1t. He was on a m1ss1on here. Encouraged by Horuss's sweet, ch1rpy no1ses, he follows the smear1ng bulge t1p w1th h1s l1ps and g1ves 1t a place to burrow. Dr1nk1ng 1n the salty taste of h1s genet1c mater1al, Ruf1oh welcomes as much as h1s amb1t1ous mouth can take. Head bent carefully, there are no more words from the bull troll. Only work from h1s mouth and pump1ng f1ngers.*
HORUSS: *Both of his hands are now covering his face, his skin drenched in sweat, and his body feeling so warm that it was almost unbearable. Rufioh really knew how to do this still...but perhaps he had more practice than Horuss in the two sweeps that had gone by since they were last together. Struggling, the blueblood managed to keep his hips from moving, yet his bulge was impossible to control right now. The room filled with the sound of slurps and wet slapping as his bulge made light thrusting motions into the brownblood's warm, inviting mouth, Horuss' nook seeming equally affected by all this treatment, yet he dared to stop it* Rufioh... I want to please you too...*nerd is so dumb, chirp chirp*
RUFIOH: *the mess from before was noth1ng compared the mess h1s mouth was now, but even so, 1t was all very un1mportant 1n compar1son to the focus of Ruf1oh's attent1ons.*
RUFIOH: *The sound of Horuss's labored breath1ng the more Ruf worked h1m up and h1s sweaty musk f1ll1ng up h1s senses unt1l he had forgotten there was anyth1ng beyond the dr1bbles of blue down h1s ch1n. St1ll, he drank as much of 1t down as he could, suckl1ng along and keep1ng h1mself steady by one hand 1n case Horuss tr1ed throw1ng h1m off by acc1dent.*
RUFIOH: *He only stops when he hears a shak1ng attempt at words. Groans around h1s bulge unt1l he lets 1t sl1des from h1s mouth, pant1ng for breath, blue st1ll dr1pp1ng past h1s l1ps.*
RUFIOH: f...f*ck... He s1ts back, swallow1ng hard at the b1tter taste, and drops a towel from h1s sylladex. Horuss's request seems to 1nvolve some contemplat1on 1n these few small seconds.*
RUFIOH: what do you... wanna do? *asks h1m, dragg1ng the towel 1n an attempt to clean the mess off h1mself.*
HORUSS: You... *Slipped from his lips before he could stop it. No. No he had wanted to make a better reply than that! This was not his regular level of idiot! Yet seeing Rufioh like this, dusted with bronze, warm, panting and dripping with his material... How could anyone in their right mind resist him? He was Adonis and Apollo, statuesque and appealing in a way that could not be denied, and Horuss hands shyly moved up his legs to feel some of the artistry that was Rufioh's body*
HORUSS: *Hopefully he could forgive that little outburst of awkwardness* That is to nicker... I w001d very much like to...*Ugh, now he could not even form proper words*
RUFIOH: *Horuss's f1rst answer was enough to br1ng a bashful tw1tch to h1s ears. Shy for the f1rst t1me 1t looked l1ke, he was always so seem1ngly conf1dent about everyth1ng. Then h1s cont1nued fumbl1ng melted that away and Ruf1oh was just left w1th a small sm1le, towel st1ll pressed to h1s face.*
RUFIOH: heh... 1t's cool. *tells h1m gently as Horuss moves h1s hands over h1s legs. He takes 1t as the s1gnal to perch back onto h1s stomach and crawls onto h1m, settl1ng w1th a s1gh. 1dly, Ruf1oh br1ngs a hand beh1nd h1m to curl w1th Horuss's st1ll search1ng bulge.* 1'm here.
HORUSS: *He did not have the opportunity to be proud of having made him embarrassed, oh no, he was much too busy just taking in the sight of and enjoying the sensation of having him so near. His hands kept stroking his legs gently, looking up at him with that same shy, embarrassed look on his face, but a desperate need to his glance. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles along Rufioh's inner thigh, up and down, tracing his hips, and back. It was hard to keep calm while Rufioh's hand was playing with his bulge, but he made his best attempts* Stay here...
RUFIOH: yeah, 1... *he cuts off w1th another s1gh as thumbs gently press up h1s legs. 1n truth, Ruf1oh was notor1ously... slow 1n th1s department. 1t m1ght have to do w1th h1s caste, he just took FOREVER to get worked up. Naturally, 1t's both a g1ft and a curse. Even w1th the act1on shared between h1mself and Horuss already, h1s sheathe was only just d1alat1ng.*
RUFIOH: *Lucky for the both of them, he was already well on h1s way w1th these t1ny touches. Ruf1oh bows h1s head, concentrat1ng on the jolts of pleasure warm1ng h1s nook areas, puff1ng h1s breath and r1d1ng 1t out w1th the sl1ght r1se and fall of h1s h1ps. He had to be just as careful as Horuss when be1ng handled, after all. St1ll, h1s hand stays gently t1ed up beh1nd h1m.* horuss...
HORUSS: *Horuss was aware and respectful of how slow Rufioh was in this. Usually he would not be so quick himself, it had just been immensely long since he at all had any relation like this, and Rufioh had a certain effect on him he could not explain. His fingers continued the gentle treatment, stroking his legs, hips, waist and abdomen, occasionally being bold enough to just lightly grab onto his rear, and as Rufioh said his name...he just could not help but smile, bright and genuine*
HORUSS: Rela%... *He almost mimicked the other, taking a deep breath as his bulge kept snaking around the other's hand. He needed to keep calm and not go too far before the other. At least he was good at going for a long...long time*
RUFIOH: *sh1vers as heat beg1ns rush1ng stead1ly towards the areas Horuss's palms pressed attent1on to. H1s jaw rema1ns clamped through the whole process, suppress1ng all k1nds small no1ses he yearned to make. Ch1rps and gasps and a grunt of surpr1se as h1s ass was squeezed.*
RUFIOH: *St1ll slowly rock1ng h1s h1ps along, Ruf1oh dares to crack one grumpy eye open at h1m. Never m1nd that h1s ears were p1nned flat and h1s exhales were com1ng out 1n carefully controlled s1ghs.* 1 could relax but... that's a l1l counter-product1ve.
HORUSS: *His hands now rested at the other's rear, a smile still on his lips as he carefully pushed him up a bit. It was not that he planned to make him grumpy, but it was a tad amusing to see this turnaround happen, even to him.* Then, will you allow me to help you? *He asked, lifting Rufioh up by the back of his thighs and setting him down on his shoulders, hands wandering up his back again*
RUFIOH: allow you to- *he cuts off aga1n as the s1mple act of squeez1ng h1s th1ghs together was f1nally enough to have Ruf1oh tens1ng w1th a h1ss. H1s bulge f1nally sl1des free 1n one flu1d mot1on, curl1ng a1mlessly 1n the a1r.*
RUFIOH: h-hor...uss, 1'm... *he starts, h1s words d1ssolv1ng 1nto a rather helpless wh1mper as he's set aga1nst h1s shoulders. There's no go1ng back now. Ruf1oh 1s done for now.*
HORUSS: *Did Horuss win for once? This...is new to him. Why does it feel so good? Sweet delicious victory!* Let me try... *He said quietly, the dark flush to his cheeks still apparent and flaming, yet he tried so hard to seem confident. His face was so close to the other's bulge now, the scent of his matesprit's arousal filling him, sending a throb of need through his body. Careful not to go too far for the other's liking, he planted a soft kiss at the tip, moving his way down along it as his hands stroked little circles below Rufioh's wings*
RUFIOH: *1t's most certa1nly a v1ctory for Horuss. One that has Ruf1oh want1ng to squ1rm 1n Horuss's hold. He struggled to come to terms w1th t1des of pleasure that came so agon1z1ngly slow before, were now rock1ng through h1s smaller body 1n burn1ng concentrated doses.*
RUFIOH: *But 1t wasn't to end there. The sounds he fought so hard to suppress earl1er were bubbl1ng up aga1nst h1s better judgement.*
RUFIOH: nnn...g...od. *says, qu1te 1ntell1gently as Horuss parts h1s mouth to take 1n h1s curl1ng bulge. He can't squr1m as much as he'd want to and so w1lls h1mself to STAY by curl1ng f1ngers 1nto Horuss's ha1r 1nstead.* motherf-f*ck... *wh1nes, w1ngs fl1ck1ng by the st1mulat1on of touch*
HORUSS: *Horuss' fingers trailed down from the other's back to his rear, holding him steady in place to prevent him from squirming too much. Slow and steady he allowed the slick appendage to slide into his mouth, his tongue curling around it a few times until it was too far back for such. The taste, the scent, it was all intoxicating, and the lovely little sounds that slipped off Rufioh's lips were not exactly ruining his mood. Eyes closed, allowing himself to take in every fragment of the moment, burning it to his memory to treasure for a long time... The horse really was in a better mood than he had been for the past long months on the UU, purring along the other's bulge from his mere inability to stop. *
RUFIOH: *cascades of heat pool sweetly at the p1t of h1s core w1th every slow, attent1ve sweep of Horuss's tongue, 1t's all Ruf1oh can do to keep up w1th 1t. Hard breath1ng leaves h1m d1zzy and he g1ves up try1ng to balance h1mself, sagg1ng h1s we1ght aga1nst the hands support1ng h1s tush.*
RUFIOH: *By now, copper sl1cks the juncture between h1s legs but st1ll, Horuss presses onward, slurp1ng up all the heat he had to g1ve. Ruf's f1ngers stay knotted and tugg1ng 1n h1s ha1r as a str1ng of blotted curses tumble 1nto the a1r.*
RUFIOH: *The wonderful, agon1z1ngly hot moments drag on and 1t's obv1ous Horuss was capable of keep1ng up the pace. However, at th1s rate, Ruf knew he would unravel before he'd even have a say 1n 1t. Eventually, he manages to f1nd h1s vo1ce aga1n.*
RUFIOH: okay... f*ck... *breathes, knees press1ng aga1nst h1s shoulders as part of the s1gnal. 1t's up to Horuss to heed 1t.* 1 th1nk we should... mmm. *Stay on task, N1tram. Don't get d1stracted!*
HORUSS: *It was certainly difficult to piece together a coherent line of thoughts when he had a good mouthful of Rufioh to slurp on, and he certainly took his sweet time to notice that the other was trying to get his attention. What was it now? He was enjoying the hairgrabs and moans, was he going to have to let it stop? Slightly hesitant, the horsetroll let his brownblood matesprit's bulge slide out from between his lips, giving it one last long lick as he looked up at him* Are you suggesting something...? *He asked, hands sliding up along his back as he hoisted his featherweight boyfriend up and off his shoulders, sitting himself up like the big, sweaty mess of a nerd he was*
RUFIOH: *there Ruf1oh goes, sh1pped back onto h1s belly. There he slumps, bulge st1ll curl1ng as he tr1es to catch h1s breath. H1s whole sk1n feels about as flushed dark as a copper co1n. He won't even try to factor 1n the sweat.* god d*mn... *drags a hand down h1s face, try1ng to 1gnore how much of a nerd Horuss was for ask1ng such a quest1on.*
RUFIOH: *then peeks an eye at h1m* you... want me to suggest someth1ng?
HORUSS: *A towel is quickly decaptchad so that Horuss can at least wipe some of this sweat off himself, though before he is done with his face and neck it is already soaked through. What a terrible fate that has befallen him. The big, awkward bulk of a hoofbeast looks down at the tiny fluttertroll, his pushed jumping painfully in his chest at the sight of him. How lovely he looks right now...*
HORUSS: *With a quickly drowned stutter, riding atop a low purr, he manages to at least somehow reply* Perchaps I think you sh001d suggest something...
RUFIOH: *And there's the horse puns aga1n. Ruf has to res1st the urge to crack up, or at least keep h1s gr1n as sly and lops1ded. Totally not laugh1ng at h1m. He starts relax1ng aga1n, lean1ng to meet Horuss w1th a lazy k1ss.* 1 can th1nk of someth1ng. *murmurs aga1nst h1s l1ps and n1ps the corner of h1s mouth. There seems to be some unspoken prom1se.*
HORUSS: *No note is taken of Rufioh's struggle not to laugh at him, luckily, seeing as he would be terribly down if he was laughed at right now. The kiss is welcome, returned, the warmth of Rufioh's lips enjoyable against his own, and his hand seeks out one of the brownblood's again* I think I know what you mean. *He chirred, resting his forehead against the other's*
RUFIOH: hmm... th1nk so? *laces f1ngers w1th Horuss, draw1ng h1s tongue past h1s l1ps one last t1me before pull1ng away. The snaggle tooth gr1n returns, match1ng Horuss's ch1rrs w1th some of h1s own as he backs off h1s belly.*
RUFIOH: *He then moves onto h1s lap, purposefully lett1ng the blueblood bulge sl1de underneath h1m before the t1p of h1s own tangles w1th 1t. Lean1ng back aga1nst h1s hands, Ruf1oh's legs splay around Horuss's m1ddle, relaxed and lazy l1ke the contented look on h1s face.*
RUFIOH: some w1se guy... tell me what's up. *purrs l1ke he's teas1ng h1m, w1ngs sh1ft and fann1ng. Once a pester1ng flutterbug, always a pester1ng flutterbug.*
HORUSS: *He could not keep back the low moan that snuck out when Rufioh got back on his lap, his bulge hardly possible to control until it luckily tangled with Rufioh's, curling around it and lightly pumping. Again he kept his hands on the mattress, keeping to just looking at the other instead of daring to touch him. He was terribly excited now after all, and could potentially lose control.*
HORUSS: *The teasing was so clear though, but how could he at all care? Instead he leaned down to kiss him again, basking in the pleasure of the moment* I think it's becoming awfoally clear.
RUFIOH: *Pleasurable 1s the best way to descr1be the moment though Ruf1oh keeps try1ng not to laugh about the horse puns. They just keep HAPPEN1NG. And so does Horuss. Ruf can feel the dangerous way he tenses. 1t's l1ke play1ng w1th f1re but... 1nstead of be1ng afra1d, he just laughs. H1s cool 1s kept.*
RUFIOH: haha... god d*mn 1t. hold st1ll. *H1s sn1ckers d1e away as he red1rects h1s attent1ons. 1nstead he focuses on h1s bulge wrapp1ng w1th Horuss's... or rather, the other way around. He was a pretty b1g guy after all. Good th1ng 1t made up for h1s poor sk1lls 1n sexy talk, the poor horse. He presses h1s l1ps back for a k1ss, h1s heart full of fond p1ty.*
RUFIOH: you feel so f*ck1ng good, horseshoes... 1 th1nk 1'm l1k1n all these colors. heh. *sneaks a n1bble on h1s jaw, ch1rr1ng some more. The wh1spers he keeps low 1n h1s ear, brush1ng h1s teeth there too.* you should pa1nt me someth1ng n1ce.
HORUSS: *What do you mean he has poor skills in sexy talk? He is obviously the master of seduction! That is why he neighs when something feels a little too good! Who could ever resist that? Well, probably a whole lot of people, but he doesn't need to know that. Right now it's all just wonderous enjoyment, from feeling his bulge against the other's to the light nibble at his jaw and ear. Oh, it's enough to make him shiver with delight..Not to mention Rufioh's undeniably cheesy words. Horse dumb falls for them like they're some poem of undying affection*
HORUSS: Paint you something...? I think we're already doing that...
RUFIOH: ... *Leave 1t to Horse Dumb McHorseshoes to ru1n the moment w1th h1s nerd talk. Careful w1th h1s horns, Ruf1oh rests h1s forehead aga1nst h1s shoulder and snorts some more. He's so done.* alr1ght... maybe we don't gotta talk anymore.
RUFIOH: *1n fact, 1t may just be t1me for ACT1ON, 1n Ruf's op1n1on. Does Horuss have anyth1ng to say about 1t? Well too bad. Lean1ng back aga1n, Ruf1oh sl1ps h1s bulge off of Horuss's, only to gu1de the blue dr1pp1ng t1p further underneath h1m, teas1ng 1t at the entrance of h1s nook. Fangs worry1ng 1nto h1s l1p but never fear. The sounds he makes are pleasured.*
RUFIOH: just... hold st1ll. *mutters, nestl1ng Horuss further 1ns1de h1mself, h1s restless bulge f1nd1ng 1ts way around the base of other as 1f try1ng to pull h1m closer. The process 1s so careful and 1t takes Ruf1oh a few moments to adjust and then readjust h1mself, h1s breath h1tch1ng w1th curses at every sl1ght sh1ft of h1s h1ps.* motherf*ck...
HORUSS: *Horse Dumb McHorseshoes was not aware he was ruining the moment! Excuse you! It didn't seem to matter anyway, Rufioh is not pulling away for long enough that it made Horuss worry he was done with him. Oh no. now he was reduced to a blushing, sweaty mess, watching Rufioh uncoil his bulge from his and begin to redirect his attention to his nook... Shucks it had him choking on a long chirp as the other's nook squeezed around his needy bulge, one hand covering his mouth to keep the sounds down. He could hardly even look at him doing this... It was all just too. darn. good*
RUFIOH: *Horuss had the r1ght 1dea. Ruf1oh's own hands were occup1ed w1th keep1ng h1mself balanced back aga1nst the horse troll's knees. The only way to st1fle h1mself was for h1m to keep h1s teeth clamped down on h1s own l1p.*
RUFIOH: *Randomly, though the moment was 1ntense, he wondered 1f Horuss really d1d have ne1ghbors. Wtf. 1t wasn't really someth1ng he should be th1nk1ng about when he was f1tt1ng h1mself over a bulge.*
RUFIOH: relax, babe... let 1t feel good. *he puffed, mostly for Horuss but for h1mself too s1nce th1s task was rather amb1t1ous of h1m. The lukewarm we1ght pressed further 1nto the molten temperature of h1s core and for a moment, Ruf1oh stalled and breathed, allow1ng h1mself to grow accostomed to the f1ll. Though the heavy f1t was uncomfortable at f1rst, the feel1ng was coaxed away as he rolled h1s h1ps.*
RUFIOH: l1e down... f*ck. l1e down. *h1sses, w1ngs flutter1ng as he gr1nds h1mself onto h1s length, face burn1ng w1th sudden aggress1on.*
HORUSS: *The fierceness in Rufioh's voice was not going to be disobeyed, that much was for sure. It was a rarity that he ever saw him so aggressive, and darn him if it wasn't a guilty turn on. The horse laid down as told, keeping his hands off the other but watching him with pure delight. From the flutter of his wings to the way his hips rolled on him... not to mention the way those rolling hips FELT. The heat of the moth's nook was so intense around him, the tight walls clamping down on his bulge, sucking him in... He was left breathless, tense, but in bliss*
HORUSS: Rufioh... Ride me like a wild stallion... *Aaaaand he ruined it by talking. Way to go Horuss. Way to be the awkward dirty talker*
RUFIOH: *1t's not so much awkward as 1t 1s H1LAR1OUS and Ruf1oh can't dec1de whether to laugh or retort 1rr1tably. He's try1ng to CONCENTRATE, damm1t. But that's before he sees the goofy look on Horuss's face. How can he be annoyed?*
RUFIOH: ...ohhh yeah, you l1ke that. god d*mn, tell me how you l1ke that! *Gd1. The absurdness of the s1tuat1on ends up br1ng1ng out words 1n breathy laughs anyway. Oh Horuss. St1ll laugh1ng Ruf1oh t1lts h1s head back as he moves, dec1d1ng to l1sten to the desperately g1ddy tone of Horuss's vo1ce rather than the we1rd th1ngs he was say1ng.*
RUFIOH: *But Horuss was always go1ng to be we1rd and god... l1ke he was go1ng to act l1ke 1t wasn't one of the reasons Ruf1oh ended up assbackwards red w1th h1m aga1n. Affect1on for the terr1ble mess of a troll furls 1n h1s heart the same way heat pools deep w1th1n h1s puls1ng nook and the bulge bur1ed there.*
RUFIOH: *Currents of pleasure beg1n to spr1ng h1s every pore and arghh, damm1t. The quest1on about Horuss's ne1ghbors seems suddenly very 1mportant aga1n 1n the way Ruf1oh starts to pant h1s name 1nto the a1r above them. How 100d of them!*
HORUSS: *How can he not nod desperately as Rufioh replies to his pillow talk, biting down on his lip to hold in the breathy moans that were sure to pool out eventually regardless of what he did. Oh, darn it how good it felt to have Rufioh ride him this way, like the hoofbeast he truly was. Despite his own better judgement, his hips began to roll with the other, unable to think far enough to consider his mere thrusts might bruise his fluttery source of affection. The air by his mouth seemed to steam with each breath, the warmth of their bodies colliding such a contrast to the chilled core of the blueblooded horse troll. Trembling hands found their way to Rufioh's rolling hips, as careful as ever, holding on and caressing the other's skin as he breathily uttered his name yet again. Shucks to the neighbours. They could listen to this for all he cared*
RUFIOH: *STRONG h1ps buck, just about knock1ng the breath out of h1m and leav1ng Ruf to see a d1zzy1ng amount of stars 1n h1s head. They may not care about 1t 1n the moment but Ruf1oh w1ll real1ze there are regrets to be had later. Just as the crude m1x of pa1n and pleasure co1l up h1s sp1ne, he settles aga1nst the hands com1ng up feel on h1s h1ps.*
RUFIOH: h...oruss... *W1th one last shaky gasp, the walls of h1s nook convulse unt1l... for better or worse, he f1n1shes 1n a surge of copper colored heat. The warmth we1gh1ng down h1s genet1c blatter, Ruf1oh's nerves seem to t1ck numbly one moment and then pa1nfully sens1t1ve the next. But st1ll he stays, gr1tt1ng h1s teeth and rock1ng h1mself weakly aga1nst the other. Th1s was def1n1tely go1ng to hurt 1n the even1ng!*
HORUSS: *It seemed too short, yet the moments seemed to linger on for an eternity simultaneously, lost in the synchronisation of their motions, their desperate bucks and rolls against one another while the constant trickle of sweat seemed to luckily not just be his problem for once, glistening even on the skin of his bronze love. Under his breath he continued to mutter his name, shrouded in a veil of moans and long loving chirps that trilled out of him with each raise and drop of Rufioh's hips. The heat in the pit of his stomach was coiling, tightening and spreading with such an uncontrolable haste that when Rufioh's release was upon him, he could not hold back his own, mind drowning in a haze of white and warmth. Every fibre of his being surged with the electric current of climax, pumping through him with the same frequency as the spurts of material that gushed out of him, painting his flutterbug with his own hue from the inside out. With a long gasp he finally came to, realizing his fingers had gripped just a tiny bit harder than he should have on Rufioh's hips, leaving a clear bruise under the digits already*
RUFIOH: *There's go1ng to be bru1ses on more places than h1s h1ps. At least, that's how Ruf1oh feels as the steamy haze beg1ns to fade between them. Both of them are a mess but Ruf1oh can hardly br1ng h1mself to care about 1t.*
RUFIOH: *1nst1nct seems to dr1ve h1m forward, d1gg1ng claws 1nto Horuss's chest and growl1ng a b1t as warm pressure rema1ns 1n h1s m1dsect1on, even after he pulls h1mself off h1s matespr1t. He'll be need1ng a pa1l, he feels. Soon but not now.*
RUFIOH: *Roll1ng g1ngerly onto the bed, Ruf opts to sprawl there for a moment, w1ngs flattened awkwardly beh1nd h1m. Rest 1n p1eces.* god d*mn... *mutters 1nto the crook of h1s arm, breath puff1ng as aftershocks st1ll barb1ng under h1s sk1n.*
HORUSS: *Horuss can hardly think a coherent line of thoughts right now, not with his mind filled with cotton like this. All he can do is look at Rufioh and admire him, down to every last bruise. He'd be bruised enough in the end too, what with the kissing, biting and sucking of his skin earlier, but for now that did not matter. Another clean towel was decaptchad and quickly soaked in the layers of sweat that coated him right now,his breath falling in deep, calm intervals for once today*
HORUSS: *He leaned back against the pillow, turning to lightly let his arm rest on the other, in a sense holding him* You were... quite the rider back there.
RUFIOH: *Any other t1me, the attempt at a compl1ment would have brought a blush to h1s face. R1ght now, however, Ruf1oh's sk1n was as flushed as 1t was ever go1ng to get. The knowledge was sat1sfy1ng though and for that, he's glad. Ruf1oh s1ghs.* 1 feel 1t... *No really, 1t's true. He barely moves as Horuss rests h1s arm by h1m. 1t's just not a good 1dea.*
RUFIOH: l1ke... 1 dunno 1f 1'm gonna be able to walk r1ght? *laughs a l1ttle but then regrets 1t. Pls.* sh*t was 1ntense.
HORUSS: *He doesn't mind, relaxing into this position and just very... very gently bumping his horns to his one large bullhorn for a brief second to show his affection, then he pulls back to leave a comfortable space between them that was only connected by his arm. * It was. Though I doubt you will not be able to trot after this. You are not that puny.
RUFIOH: wow, all th1s sudden fa1th 1n me? *Amaz1ng. He nudges h1s horn back and then starts to s1t up a l1ttle. Very slowly.* 1 m1ght take 1t l1ke a compl1ment.
HORUSS: *He almost whines when the other sits up, considering pulling him back down for a second before he decided against it and just looked at him from the messy pile of troll that he was* Take it as what you want. After that you deserve it, I suppose.
RUFIOH: yeah, you suppose... *rolls off the bed and SOMEHOW manages to f1nd h1s bear1ngs. He makes a face to h1mself and shuffles off towards what he assumes w1ll be the bathroom.* 1'll remember that.
RUFIOH: there's noth1ng we1rd 1n there 1s there?
HORUSS: The bathroom? *He sat up groggily, wiping himself with another towel as he watched the other shuffle of* There used to be, but it's cleaned out now. You sh001d be safe.
RUFIOH: oh that's... reassur1ng. *caut1ously approaches door and peeks 1ns1de. He's heard some horror stor1es around the sh1p. He d1sappears soon enough however, and 1t won't be long the sound of runn1ng shower water 1s heard. He'll brb.*
HORUSS: *Horuss takes that as a sign that he can try to relax and let this all sink in. It was almost strange to fathom that this had just happened. Not that he had not wanted it to, oh no... He had very much wanted it. Ugh, now he was smiling to himself. Stop that, Horuss! He hit himself across the face with a pillow and groaned, trying to relax*
RUFIOH: *He's sm1l1ng?? Well Ruf1oh doesn't see 1t, even after he returns from h1s f1ve m1nute r1nse-off, towel around h1s wa1st. The Yug1oh one, for the record.* shower's free 1f you wanna, uh... *eyes h1m w1th the p1llow as he fans out h1s w1ngs. Gotta g1ve them a chance to a1r dry.* deal w1th that.
HORUSS: *He looks over to him again, and slowly manages to get himself out of the bed to head into the bathroom for himself. He's not as shaky as he had feared, luckily, so he gets in with his dignity intact for once*
RUFIOH: ... *shoves at h1m as he passes by. Nerd.*
HORUSS: *Bluuh! He will pay for that! But not now. Now the horse has a shower to get in, because he is as sweaty as he can get. And that's saying a lot*
RUFIOH: *Grosssss, well whatever. Ruf1oh's dealt w1th worse before. Horuss 1s just lucky he's w1ll1ng to even start on the clean up rout1ne, desp1te the dull soreness he suffered. Yolo, N1tram. He even manages to f1nd all the1r d1scarded clothes! Up come back the pajama pants as well as clean bed sheets. He'll let you borrow them, Horuss. Be grateful.*
RUFIOH: *After all that's done, Ruf1oh collapses back 1nto bed on h1s belly and wa1ts for the horse to come out of the shower. No t1me to th1nk about what just happened, let h1m feel 1t f1rst.*
HORUSS: *This does take a while longer than Rufioh's shower. After all, he wanted to not be gross and sweaty for at least a short while. If he could just get his more comfortable clothing on when he got back out there the valves would do the work for him. After a while, he comes back out in nothing but a towel, quickly grabbing his casual shorts and t-shirt and putting them on before appraching the other*
HORUSS: *Rufioh stop looking peaceful in the clean bed*
RUFIOH: *He looks how he wants! And r1ght now, a gr1n cracks on h1s face as he sh1fts to let Horuss crawl back 1nto bed w1th h1m. He expects h1m to, anyway.* sup. *greets h1m casually.*
HORUSS: *He does just that. Damn your correct expectations, Rufioh. He gets no answer though, just a dumb, but very clean pony hug of the really careful kind* Just lay still for a while...
RUFIOH: *purrs start up as Horuss gathers h1m up 1n an embrace. Loud ones that seem to come much eas1er than before.* heh...
RUFIOH: what makes you th1nk 1 can move aga1n?
HORUSS: *He doesn't answer him, just purrs against his ear and holds him close. He was a comfortable horse, Rufioh, leave him be. After all that he was tired and happy after all*
RUFIOH: *As much as Ruf1oh would l1ke to argue about 1t, the exhaust1on really was contag1ous. He feels h1mself gett1ng draw 1nto the purrs and cool comfort of the sheets. Too bad for Horuss that Ruf w1ll compla1n about h1s sore ass later and ask for massages. He better be 1n a good mood then TOO or there w1ll be words.*
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