Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I've been in a Utena kick lately (you'll see those doodles soon), so I decided to draw them during the most romantic ballroom dance scene I've ever seen.
This is also a Draw This In Your Style! Figured it's been a while since I've done one of these, and this piece was the perfect one to pick.
The best part about headcanoning your blorbos as having the symptoms you do is that when you experience said symptoms, it's not suffering from a chronic condition, it's "method acting as the blorbo."
I wrote this a while ago and just now decided to come back and post it, enjoy!
His entire body tingles, sparks running through his veins as Leon's hands run up his sides. His tongue caresses Wes's mouth, exploring and wrapping around his own tongue as if trying to coax it out of his mouth. Wes is on his back, his boyfriend's body above him, pressing him onto the fluffy cape they are laying on. He can't tell whether the sparks running through his body is fear or pleasure; they feel the same to him...
Or at least, he thought they feel the same. Leon's hands slip under his sweater, skin meeting skin, and Wes instinctively arches into his touch. A shock goes through his system as his hips meets Leon's, a wave of something that feels like heroin but dialed up to 11 goes through his veins. All he can do is shake as his body and brain processes the new feeling.
Leon stills above him, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Love, are you okay- oh~"
His boyfriend moans as Wes rolls his hips, grabbing Leon's sides to grind their crotches together. He's hard, and Wes can feel the heat radiating from his body through his gloves. Wes can feel his own cock stiffen in his pants, the familiar sensation almost foreign without the pain.
More more more more he needs more-
He snaps, grabbing Leon's hair and smashing their faces together, causing his boyfriend to fall back down on top of him. They both gasp as their hips meet again, and Wes can taste the moan on Leon's lips.
He opens his mouth, wrapping his arms around Leon's neck as he does the same. This time, his tongue eagerly meets Leon's, with every brush stoking the fire in him hotter and hotter. Wes tries to thrust again, but is frustrated when he misses, continuing to try until Leon's hands are on Wes's hips and their clothed cocks rub against each other.
His moan nearly breaks their open mouthed kiss apart, but all he can do is curl his fingers into Leon's hair as he grinds their hips together. Wes writhes underneath him, feebly trying to thrust to meet Leon and press their bodies as close as physically possible. It's like heroin, morphine and fent are all being injected into his veins at once; it's the best high he's ever felt.
Leon's rhythm becomes unsteady, clearly chasing the same pleasure that Wes is feeling. His fingers dig into Wes's hips, the stinging pain only heightening the intense wave of pleasure he feels every time their cocks meet. Neither of them bothered to move their tongues anymore, too focused on getting as close to each other as physically possible.
The fire that grows in Wes's core suddenly engulfs him. A knee shaking high, so intense that the pleasure is indescribable by words, causes him to spill over. All he can do is shake as he stains the front of his pants, moaning like a whore as Leon continues to thrust above him.
The feeling of their clothed crotches grinding together now sends both pleasure and pain up his spine, two distinct sensations as he writhes, pinned underneath Leon. It feels like too much, yet Wes still digs his fingers into his boyfriend's back as he feels himself hardening again.
Wes breaks the kiss, throwing his head back as Leon starts sucking on the side of his neck. The sensations are overwhelming, and he can't control himself as he starts babbling nonsense.
"Please please please- Leon I need you- oh- fuck- I need you so bad- I want- I want- oh fuck- please- Leon~!"
He snaps again as Leon sinks his teeth into his neck, absolutely soaking his pants with cum as he sees stars. Leon's body tenses above him, and he can feel when he joins Wes in climaxing, both of them stuttering their hips together as if they are trying to wring every last drop out of the other.
Eventually, they both go still, and Leon flops on his back next to Wes. They are both panting for breath, Wes's head still spinning from the lack of oxygen and the best sex he's ever had. The pleasure doesn't leave his veins, lingering as he floats in this blissful state.
No wonder people have sex if it feels like that.
Leon chuckles next to him, and he reaches a hand out, finding Wes's open palm and tangling their fingers together. "Yeah. Wow. That was incredible."
Yeah. Wes squeezes their hands, banishing the questions lingering in his mind as he scoots closer to Leon, until their sides are pressed together. He feels his boyfriend press a kiss to his forehead as his mind races.
There's no need to ruin the moment with silly questions.
[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.] (image description by @lemondoddle )
In a region that doesn't really have major holidays and where the act of survival itself is celebrated, Orre values birthdays and anniversaries highly. Wes especially values them, given how few he's had growing up and currently, living on his own in the Wild Area. It doesn't have to be a huge celebration, he's content with a small gesture (or acknowledgement of the occasion).
The problem is that Wes is very time blind. He spends most of his days among Pokemon, with only the natural flow of the wild life to inform the passing of time, a new clock that he has to adjust to. His PDA is still adjusted to Orre's time zone and is off by half an hour. He pendulum swings between very busy spans of time where he has to rescue and care for wild Pokemon and very lax spans of time where he can just lay down and let his mind wander.
So Wes just kind of decides when birthdays and anniversaries are based on how long he feels has passed. Leon has been given presents every few months "for his birthday" or "for their anniversary." Sometimes Wes will pout and Leon has to prod for a bit to find out that he's upset "because he missed his birthday or their anniversary" (and the calendar says otherwise). Thankfully as soon as Leon apologizes and fulfills the requisite gift giving or kiss, Wes "forgives him for forgetting." As Wes learns more about Galarian holidays like Valentines Day and Harvest Festivals and Christmas etc, he will incorporate them into the rotation of celebrations that he is not remembering accurately.
"Yeah, Wes was upset at me earlier for forgetting our anniversary..." "Mate, you've been dating for four months, how the hell-?"
Leon, despite having a device that can display the date and time with near perfect accuracy on him at all times, never corrects Wes. He just rolls with it and accepts that the next holiday he needs to celebrate will randomly occur within the next three to eight months.
Eventually, Sonia steals Wes's PDA and fixes it to accurately show the date and time in Galar. Wes sulks about this for months but does not bother Leon to celebrate holidays that he feels are happening if the calendar says otherwise.
Leon will still give Wes presents and a kiss on these days anyways to make him feel better, much to the frustration of everyone else around them.
Wes loves listening to Leon's voice, no matter what he's saying or reading.
It's the final day of the Orre Couple's Week and the final day of this little daily series of sketches. Thank you to the lovely @orreseventcenter for hosting this event!
Leon loves picking Wes up like he is a couple of grapes.
I've finally finished a piece at a reasonable time and not at midnight, so I can post these all and hopefully Tumblr doesn't hide my post from the tags again!
