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@stubborn-clutter
🍫🍬🍩 OOC : I’m gonna be so fr… I might take a hiatus.
🍫🍬🍩 OOC : My Date Everything hyperfixation has definitely passed, and I’m just finding it really hard to have to motivation to put out good quality replies. I don’t want to just be half-assing things because I feel like I have to.
🍫🍬🍩OOC : I’m not sure where I’m going to go from here, I just wanted to let you all know.
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
[Jerry softly whimpered seeing his darling all dower.. He reaches out, gently grabbing his hand.]
Hey it- It's okay.. I-I'm sorry I yelled like that, you don't need to...
[Lawrence glanced between the two and sighed.]
“And there won’t be any… “doing violence?””
*He eases back off the balls of his feet. Back on the ground, his gaze drifts between the two.*
I-I promise...
[Jerry assured, taking both of his lovers hands and squeezing them gently.]
No violence, no shouting..
And no swearing.
[He says pointedly at his brother. Lawrence softly hums and glances away.]
Sure..
*Three people is suddenly a hundred more people than the drawer’s space has the capacity to accommodate. Jerry takes heed of every free inch of space he is allowed, only taking half.*
“L-Lawerence—! What does a drawer like you get up to when he’s not visiting his brother?”
[Jerry keeps his partner's hand in his own. Trying to keep him comfortable... and maybe, trying to ease his own nerves aswell.... Lawrence thought for a moment, then shrugged a bit.]
Mm, I clean, I read, I drink, sometimes I surf web md... But its mostly cleaning.
[Jerry gave a bit of an eye roll in response, though tried to make it inconspicuous...]
“The one for diagnosing diseases?”
*Suddenly, the drawer has never felt more painfully empty. Yet, it’s not at all. If anything, something — someone — is looking back at him from Lawrence’s shadow.*
Yes exactly. If my nose starts bleeding or I have a coughing fit or I start feeling queezy, I need to make sure I'm not coming down with anything and dying! And if I might, I need to clean harder-
[Jerry softly sighs, looking annoyed with his sibling...]
Or to tell me how I'm unwell and probably gonna die and need to clean...
Hey! I haven't done that once this whole visit!
Yet I'm not holding my breath it'll stay that way...
*The figure within the silhouette continues to reveal itself. It’s taller now, scrawnier. The coattails are reflected as one long appendage extending off the back…*
“Do you get sick a lot, Lawrence…?”
[The brothers become quiet for a bit. Lawrence looks... uncomfortable... while Jerry looks worried, but also like he knows what Lawrence is gonna say.]
I... n-no- Never. I *don't* get sick, I'm- pristine empty and clean... I just... Have my off days...
Lawrence...
[Jerry sighed.]
We talked about this... like- just this week-
*For one last time, the perspective of the figure changes. Now, it is only Lawrence’s mirror image. That is, if only skewed by the perception of Jerry’s own eyes…*
“Geez — I should just cut these feet off so I stop putting them in my mouth—!”
Mm.. It's fine darling..
[Jerry gave his partner's should a soft pat.]
We just have a... touchy relationship with inless... but we're working on it...
[Jerry looks to Lawrence expectantly... He sighes and glances away, picking at his gloved hands..]
... something like that..
“I understand the feeling… tangentially, at least…”
*He can’t seem to look down. If he doesn’t look down, it’s not real. If he doesn’t look down, he can’t fall.*
“My partner — ex-partner — he always had the worst trouble with his health…”
“It seemed like every other month he was getting a head cold or the flu…”
“It only seemed to get worse when he visited the collection for too long… not just headcolds anymore — I didn’t even know a person could have an infection those colors…”
[Lawrence grimaced at the description. Meanwhile Jerry looked more... concerned for his partner. His hand gently traced down from his shoulder to his hand, intertwining their fingers and softly caressing the back of his hand with his thumb..]
.. then I'm sure you know... how stressful such things can be...
[Lawrence softly scoffs.]
Oh yeah, *you're* the one this is stressful for Jerald- Not me- The one who just wants to stay pristine and perfect but ends up getting told my efforts are "basically self harm" and I need to stop-
Lawrence- I- You- you know I don't mean it like that.
... and maybe Angelo wouldn't have said that if you weren't giving yourself chemical burns...
“Blood is thicker than water…!”
*Jerry laughs. At least, that’s what the other Jerry assumes it’s supposed to be. It’s a hollow whisper, like the wind through a graveyard, or the remains of an empty home…*
“Pardon me but — doesn’t using harsh chemicals ruin the skin barrier against infection?”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
[Jerry softly whimpered seeing his darling all dower.. He reaches out, gently grabbing his hand.]
Hey it- It's okay.. I-I'm sorry I yelled like that, you don't need to...
[Lawrence glanced between the two and sighed.]
“And there won’t be any… “doing violence?””
*He eases back off the balls of his feet. Back on the ground, his gaze drifts between the two.*
I-I promise...
[Jerry assured, taking both of his lovers hands and squeezing them gently.]
No violence, no shouting..
And no swearing.
[He says pointedly at his brother. Lawrence softly hums and glances away.]
Sure..
*Three people is suddenly a hundred more people than the drawer’s space has the capacity to accommodate. Jerry takes heed of every free inch of space he is allowed, only taking half.*
“L-Lawerence—! What does a drawer like you get up to when he’s not visiting his brother?”
[Jerry keeps his partner's hand in his own. Trying to keep him comfortable... and maybe, trying to ease his own nerves aswell.... Lawrence thought for a moment, then shrugged a bit.]
Mm, I clean, I read, I drink, sometimes I surf web md... But its mostly cleaning.
[Jerry gave a bit of an eye roll in response, though tried to make it inconspicuous...]
“The one for diagnosing diseases?”
*Suddenly, the drawer has never felt more painfully empty. Yet, it’s not at all. If anything, something — someone — is looking back at him from Lawrence’s shadow.*
Yes exactly. If my nose starts bleeding or I have a coughing fit or I start feeling queezy, I need to make sure I'm not coming down with anything and dying! And if I might, I need to clean harder-
[Jerry softly sighs, looking annoyed with his sibling...]
Or to tell me how I'm unwell and probably gonna die and need to clean...
Hey! I haven't done that once this whole visit!
Yet I'm not holding my breath it'll stay that way...
*The figure within the silhouette continues to reveal itself. It’s taller now, scrawnier. The coattails are reflected as one long appendage extending off the back…*
“Do you get sick a lot, Lawrence…?”
[The brothers become quiet for a bit. Lawrence looks... uncomfortable... while Jerry looks worried, but also like he knows what Lawrence is gonna say.]
I... n-no- Never. I *don't* get sick, I'm- pristine empty and clean... I just... Have my off days...
Lawrence...
[Jerry sighed.]
We talked about this... like- just this week-
*For one last time, the perspective of the figure changes. Now, it is only Lawrence’s mirror image. That is, if only skewed by the perception of Jerry’s own eyes…*
“Geez — I should just cut these feet off so I stop putting them in my mouth—!”
Mm.. It's fine darling..
[Jerry gave his partner's should a soft pat.]
We just have a... touchy relationship with inless... but we're working on it...
[Jerry looks to Lawrence expectantly... He sighes and glances away, picking at his gloved hands..]
... something like that..
“I understand the feeling… tangentially, at least…”
*He can’t seem to look down. If he doesn’t look down, it’s not real. If he doesn’t look down, he can’t fall.*
“My partner — ex-partner — he always had the worst trouble with his health…”
“It seemed like every other month he was getting a head cold or the flu…”
“It only seemed to get worse when he visited the collection for too long… not just headcolds anymore — I didn’t even know a person could have an infection those colors…”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
[Jerry softly whimpered seeing his darling all dower.. He reaches out, gently grabbing his hand.]
Hey it- It's okay.. I-I'm sorry I yelled like that, you don't need to...
[Lawrence glanced between the two and sighed.]
“And there won’t be any… “doing violence?””
*He eases back off the balls of his feet. Back on the ground, his gaze drifts between the two.*
I-I promise...
[Jerry assured, taking both of his lovers hands and squeezing them gently.]
No violence, no shouting..
And no swearing.
[He says pointedly at his brother. Lawrence softly hums and glances away.]
Sure..
*Three people is suddenly a hundred more people than the drawer’s space has the capacity to accommodate. Jerry takes heed of every free inch of space he is allowed, only taking half.*
“L-Lawerence—! What does a drawer like you get up to when he’s not visiting his brother?”
[Jerry keeps his partner's hand in his own. Trying to keep him comfortable... and maybe, trying to ease his own nerves aswell.... Lawrence thought for a moment, then shrugged a bit.]
Mm, I clean, I read, I drink, sometimes I surf web md... But its mostly cleaning.
[Jerry gave a bit of an eye roll in response, though tried to make it inconspicuous...]
“The one for diagnosing diseases?”
*Suddenly, the drawer has never felt more painfully empty. Yet, it’s not at all. If anything, something — someone — is looking back at him from Lawrence’s shadow.*
Yes exactly. If my nose starts bleeding or I have a coughing fit or I start feeling queezy, I need to make sure I'm not coming down with anything and dying! And if I might, I need to clean harder-
[Jerry softly sighs, looking annoyed with his sibling...]
Or to tell me how I'm unwell and probably gonna die and need to clean...
Hey! I haven't done that once this whole visit!
Yet I'm not holding my breath it'll stay that way...
*The figure within the silhouette continues to reveal itself. It’s taller now, scrawnier. The coattails are reflected as one long appendage extending off the back…*
“Do you get sick a lot, Lawrence…?”
[The brothers become quiet for a bit. Lawrence looks... uncomfortable... while Jerry looks worried, but also like he knows what Lawrence is gonna say.]
I... n-no- Never. I *don't* get sick, I'm- pristine empty and clean... I just... Have my off days...
Lawrence...
[Jerry sighed.]
We talked about this... like- just this week-
*For one last time, the perspective of the figure changes. Now, it is only Lawrence’s mirror image. That is, if only skewed by the perception of Jerry’s own eyes…*
“Geez — I should just cut these feet off so I stop putting them in my mouth—!”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
[Jerry softly whimpered seeing his darling all dower.. He reaches out, gently grabbing his hand.]
Hey it- It's okay.. I-I'm sorry I yelled like that, you don't need to...
[Lawrence glanced between the two and sighed.]
“And there won’t be any… “doing violence?””
*He eases back off the balls of his feet. Back on the ground, his gaze drifts between the two.*
I-I promise...
[Jerry assured, taking both of his lovers hands and squeezing them gently.]
No violence, no shouting..
And no swearing.
[He says pointedly at his brother. Lawrence softly hums and glances away.]
Sure..
*Three people is suddenly a hundred more people than the drawer’s space has the capacity to accommodate. Jerry takes heed of every free inch of space he is allowed, only taking half.*
“L-Lawerence—! What does a drawer like you get up to when he’s not visiting his brother?”
[Jerry keeps his partner's hand in his own. Trying to keep him comfortable... and maybe, trying to ease his own nerves aswell.... Lawrence thought for a moment, then shrugged a bit.]
Mm, I clean, I read, I drink, sometimes I surf web md... But its mostly cleaning.
[Jerry gave a bit of an eye roll in response, though tried to make it inconspicuous...]
“The one for diagnosing diseases?”
*Suddenly, the drawer has never felt more painfully empty. Yet, it’s not at all. If anything, something — someone — is looking back at him from Lawrence’s shadow.*
Yes exactly. If my nose starts bleeding or I have a coughing fit or I start feeling queezy, I need to make sure I'm not coming down with anything and dying! And if I might, I need to clean harder-
[Jerry softly sighs, looking annoyed with his sibling...]
Or to tell me how I'm unwell and probably gonna die and need to clean...
Hey! I haven't done that once this whole visit!
Yet I'm not holding my breath it'll stay that way...
*The figure within the silhouette continues to reveal itself. It’s taller now, scrawnier. The coattails are reflected as one long appendage extending off the back…*
“Do you get sick a lot, Lawrence…?”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
[Jerry softly whimpered seeing his darling all dower.. He reaches out, gently grabbing his hand.]
Hey it- It's okay.. I-I'm sorry I yelled like that, you don't need to...
[Lawrence glanced between the two and sighed.]
“And there won’t be any… “doing violence?””
*He eases back off the balls of his feet. Back on the ground, his gaze drifts between the two.*
I-I promise...
[Jerry assured, taking both of his lovers hands and squeezing them gently.]
No violence, no shouting..
And no swearing.
[He says pointedly at his brother. Lawrence softly hums and glances away.]
Sure..
*Three people is suddenly a hundred more people than the drawer’s space has the capacity to accommodate. Jerry takes heed of every free inch of space he is allowed, only taking half.*
“L-Lawerence—! What does a drawer like you get up to when he’s not visiting his brother?”
[Jerry keeps his partner's hand in his own. Trying to keep him comfortable... and maybe, trying to ease his own nerves aswell.... Lawrence thought for a moment, then shrugged a bit.]
Mm, I clean, I read, I drink, sometimes I surf web md... But its mostly cleaning.
[Jerry gave a bit of an eye roll in response, though tried to make it inconspicuous...]
“The one for diagnosing diseases?”
*Suddenly, the drawer has never felt more painfully empty. Yet, it’s not at all. If anything, something — someone — is looking back at him from Lawrence’s shadow.*
🍫🍬🍩OOC :
….
Now, I’m not entirely saying there’s gonna be a cat event on here or my Sinclaire… but I’m not entirely saying there ISN’T—
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*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
[Jerry softly whimpered seeing his darling all dower.. He reaches out, gently grabbing his hand.]
Hey it- It's okay.. I-I'm sorry I yelled like that, you don't need to...
[Lawrence glanced between the two and sighed.]
“And there won’t be any… “doing violence?””
*He eases back off the balls of his feet. Back on the ground, his gaze drifts between the two.*
I-I promise...
[Jerry assured, taking both of his lovers hands and squeezing them gently.]
No violence, no shouting..
And no swearing.
[He says pointedly at his brother. Lawrence softly hums and glances away.]
Sure..
*Three people is suddenly a hundred more people than the drawer’s space has the capacity to accommodate. Jerry takes heed of every free inch of space he is allowed, only taking half.*
“L-Lawerence—! What does a drawer like you get up to when he’s not visiting his brother?”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
[Jerry softly whimpered seeing his darling all dower.. He reaches out, gently grabbing his hand.]
Hey it- It's okay.. I-I'm sorry I yelled like that, you don't need to...
[Lawrence glanced between the two and sighed.]
“And there won’t be any… “doing violence?””
*He eases back off the balls of his feet. Back on the ground, his gaze drifts between the two.*
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
We live with a what-
NO! NO SPRAYING ANYTHING-
[Jerry suddenly barked, sounding dead serious and... protective.]
[... after a moment however he recoiled, getting a bit quiet.]
I-I mean... um..
[As Jerry tried to recompose himself, Lawrence glanced between the two.]
... did you not tell him about the eggs? Wow, some partner you are-
Lawrence I will do a violence at you-
"Oh, no — Zoey is wonderful—! Funnily enough, she's been here for years; probably longer than some of us objects—! Apparently…”
*Seeing what he’s sparked, the rest of his ramblings fizzle out. As his first impression goes up in flames, his head burns up with shame.*
“W-Well… I can tell when I’ve overstayed my welcome…”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
Yes what he said- Do not-... Swear- In my drawer!
You two just looked me in my face and told me maybe the weirdest thing I've ever heard and expect me not to?
Yes exactly- And don't call us weird!
Jerald- You and the Spider person and the eggs were weird. This is just- Surreal now-
“We live with a ghost and that’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I — spider eggs?”
“Oh, jeez, are the Black Widows back—?!”
“I knew the owner should’ve gotten the spray—”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
Mm...
[Jerry took the others hand, intertwining their fingers gently. He felt nervous.]
Yeah... we're dating.
[Lawrence is quiet for a bit, looking between them..]
... what the fuck?
L-Lawrence! Not in my home-
I'm sorry- How do you *want* me to respond to that information??
*This time, Jerry’s rebuttal is akinned to less of step and more of a tiptoe in a creaky home in the dead of night. That is, if either side of the discussion even acknowledges his contribution with the quietness.*
“Maybe without swearing…?”
*Jerry — the other one — is here— and ready to meet Lawerence!*
*..Maybe “ready” is an overstatement… or a boldface lie.*
*Between the oppressive glare of the sweat that overwhelms his face and the smile clenched so tight that the grinding of his teeth is the only sound to offset the formidable awkward silence, “attempting” may be a better descriptor.*
“What’s the word, Lenny—?”
*A flawless start.*
“…That’s not your name, is it?”
[[ @stubborn-clutter ]]
[Lawrence stares at Jerry, like he's trying to understand what exactly he's seeing.]
... It's Lawrence.
[He said, simply but firmly before turning to his brother.]
Jerald... What am I looking at?
*sigh* Please just call me Jerry... This... Iiis a different version of myself! Kinda!... No I don't know how it works but um..
.. how do I put this...
*Jerry (the other one), steps in. Or rather, stumbles in.*
“Your brother and I are… partners.
“Romantically.”
“Gosh, that does sound strange when you explain it out loud, doesn’t it—?”
"J-Jerry's brother is over—?"
"W-What a nice surprise—! And something I was completely ready for—!"
*Spurred on by no certain present events, Jerry worries himself with finding a hairbrush... and a nicer tie... and cleaning his glasses.*
Hm...
[Jerry- The other one- approaches his counterparts drawer. Held in his arms are a large gift bag and a tiny wrapped box. His cheeks were already a tone of soft pink as he looked to the objects he held.]
Maybe I can just.. Mm- No- Its better to greet him-
//@trinket-keeper
*As has most of their relationship, today seems to be ordained by the fates. Jerry's footsteps set a stress ball in motion. The impact stress ball knocks a pencil from its cup. The pencil, shaken from its usual position, falls beside Jerry, turning his attention in the other’s direction.*
“Oh? Hey, there, pal! What brings you… ehm, what have you got there?”
Eep-
[Jerry let out a soft squeak as the other noticed him... No turning back now.]
He-heyy friendo I just ummm...
[He looks to the two gifts he brought, struggling with the words.]
Ah.. I.. H-had a few things I.. Wanted to share with you... Um...
[He held out the gift bag and tiny box, nervously avoiding eye contact... Whatever brought this on?]
*Much like his counterpart, Jerry’s hue shifts to match his gifts. His cheeks, now a tender baby pink. His own heart seems ready to offer itself up, nearly beating from his chest.*
“Oh, Jer-ry…”
“Where did you find these?”
I... I didn't..
[He admitted, fiddling with the buttons of his cardigan.]
I made them.. for you.. I-I hope you like them...
[Inside the gift bag was a hand sewn blanket- soft and made of beautifully embroidered squares decorated with all kinds of pictures and colors. In the smaller box, there was a beaded bracelet. On it hung a variety of charms- but most notably a metal heart.]
*How odd…*
*He doesn’t remember the gifts being so blurry. They weren’t quite so moist, either…*
*He, too, must be allergic to this special type of wool. His throat feels so tight just holding it in his hands…*
“It must’ve taken so long t-to — o-oh… geez, look at me…”
Mgh- Golly... Hey...
[Jerry was quite surprised by the reaction... Slowly, he reached out, cupping his counterparts cheek and wiping his tears from his misty eyes.]
I... I'm glad you like it... yeah, it took quite a while but... I always enjoy making things for people I l-
IIII-...Care about.. v-very deeply... ahm- um...
*Jerry can't keep a small chuckle from slipping out.*
"That's certainly one way to put it."
*There is care in his touch as Jerry takes the other’s hand into his own. There is appreciation as he rests his forehead against his. There is passion as he lets himself grow lost in his eyes.*
*When he kisses him… there is love.*
[He's still as Jerry slowly advances on him... He can feel his heart pound and face heat with every passing moment. Their hands intertwining, the warmth of eachothers skin, the look in his eyes that managed to make him shiver~...]
[Jerry let out the softest squeak as their lips connected. It's funny, the first time they did this he felt he was the confident one... But the love and affection he felt now... oh it made him melt~ Jerry kissed his counterpart back, just as lovingly~ He was enraptured~ So much so he left weak in the knees for the other- Litterally as they buckle under his weight-]
*Before he’s even begun to fall, Jerry catches him.*
“We’ve gotta get you some braces!”
*He listens intently on every breath. Every shift of his body is swiftly accommodated. It’s not a hard ask. They fit perfectly together…*
“…I n-need you…t-to know how much this gift means to me—!”
Mgh-
[He softly squeaked as he felt his legs go to jelly, and Jerry's grasp keeps him good and steady. He rubs his neck.]
Mn... t-thanks for... t-the catch...
[He's so close to him... the beating of his heart quickens a bit. They're perfectly synced like this...]
Mmgh... I.. I'm glad you like it so much... I really wanted to... let you know how much I care... let you know how much... I ch-cherish our time...
“It’s just been so nice having you here with… everything, heh—”
*Something condenses around them. It’s in the fog that thickens on Jerry’s glasses. It’s in the breath that caresses his counterpart’s neck. It’s the sweat that slicks his skin, that has him loosening his collar and sliding off his jacket.*
“P-Phew… hot in here, huh—?”
.. Yeah, heh... It has been... Talking with you, creating... having someone who... gets it...
[He mumbles... He can feel it as the air thickens... something that slightly stirs in his soul feeling his touch. His breath... Or... maybe... feels it in his gut would be more accurate...]
Ah... y-yeah a little... t-toasty suddenly...
[Jerry fans himself a tat before undoing his bowtie. All his layers started to feel... a tad heavy..]
*It begins to saturate into his very image. Sweet, tired eyes become a bedroom gaze. Sweaty hair, a frame to draw the eyes to the passion that overtakes every inch of cheeks. His shirt, heavy with sweat, little more than a means to accentuate the dips and curves of his lithe body.*
“I don’t suppose you’re particularly busy today—”
[That look... it was the last thing he thought of seeing on his own face but... he was completely enraptured by it~ His eyes, his body... he felt himself becoming more sweaty as he took note of every detail he could see while he was still covered and wondered how their bodies compared... Jerry swallowed, his own eyes growing lidded as the thought swirled in his mind.]
Mmn... N-No I.. I have quite a bit of t-time on my.. hands..
“I’d sure like it if you stayed…”
“Of course, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do—”
*Despite all the unspoken, the meaning is crystal clear. The raise of his brows, the italics on “have” — it shines a light on the invisible ink between the lines. Jerry is ready and willing to move to the next chapter, but only if his other is, too.*
[Jerry was flushed red.. he knew what was happening. He was a bit surprised by it but he knew what it was... and he wanted it... He never thought he could be so gorgeous but looking into a copy of his eyes caused a twisting need inside him...]
I... I wanna stay...
[His words sound almost breathless as Jerry leans in, tucking his head close to the other neck....]
.. With you.... D... Do you have somewhere... comfy..?
“One second!”
*Gripping a long, hard plastic tube in hand, Jerry gently stimulates the beanbag in the corner of the drawer.*
*He waits with baited breath for a reaction, or lack thereof.*
“Nope! No spiders today!”
“Ahem — a-after you—”
*Jerry presents himself upon the soft mound, unveiling his best attempt at a “sexy” pose.*
[Jerry arches a brow at what his counterpart is doing... then softly chuckles.]
Mm.. g-gladly...
[He shuffles off his coat, leaving him in a vest and button up... He straddles the other Jerry, fiddling with his buttons..]
... Just... before w-we go ahead, is there... anything you *don't* want me to do or... anything you like or... o-or we can just go ahead! I don't wanna... kill the mood...
“Hmm…”
*A silence meanders between them. It’s hard to think of anything he wouldn’t try once. Experimentation is the spice of art, after all—! And Jerry has a feeling he’s about to be absolutely painted.~*
*Well, maybe ONE thing…*
“No choking?”
Heard. No choking. Understood...
[Jerry smiled and leaned in, pressing a light peck to his lips as he began to unbutton his partners shirt... onced the first few were off, Jerry traced his lips closer to his neck..]
... w-would.... biting... be on the table..?
[He mumbled, shyly, but hopefully. Evidently... something he enjoyed~]
I-I'll be gentle- no breaking skin-
*Before Jerry tongue can make the words, his body speaks for him. Every large, deep pink scar of teeth marks is it's own statement. Every divot a word spoken loud and clear.*
"I've ... had some experience..."
*Further down, there are more scars, these that tell a different story. On either side of his chest, an almost symmetrical crescent symbol.*
[Jerry blushed softly seeing the state he was in.. then softly bit his lip...]
G.. good to know..~... I-I'll still try not to- Hurt you too bad...
[He mumbled, tracing the scar upon one side of his chest with his finger, before continuing to unbutton him and leaning back into his neck.. He didn't start with teeth, first gently pressing his lips to the others skin and his hands trailed down Jerrys figure. Maping his form with every button undone~ Once his shirt was unbuttoned, Jerry removed his vest, welcoming his partner to get to work on his own top~.]
SMUT STARTS BELOW
⬇︎ ⬇︎ ⬇︎
[He's a tad surprised but... Can't help but find it adorably endearing the way his voice heightens with his excitement~]
Heh... I've hardly touched you..~
[He teases as jittery hands make short work of his button up. He has a few nice bites and hickeys on his own neck... Most noticeably, a deep looking mark like something a vampire would leave... He had a collection of healing over scars aswell. On his back and hips.. But more than the marks was the hair. As his shirt slipped over his shoulders, other Jerry could see his thin body was nearly covered. Scruffy on his chest and arms, and a forest growing from beneath the hem of his pants that traces to his bellybutton... Jerry chuckles as his counterpart works off his pants, undoing his own belt-]
... N-need me to move to make it easier..?
*Jerry’s hair is more sparse, thick around his stomach and legs. What it lacks in density, it makes up for in coarseness and coils. The twisted brush trials down between his legs. Hidden beneath the brush, the soft slopes that surely mean there’s somewhere wet nearby. The run-off trickles into the landscape around it, nearly soaking through his boxers. The surface shivers constantly.*
“C-Could you—?”
*The thirst is undeniable as his counterpart’s pants finally fall to his ankles. The panting, the flushed cheeks — he's parched for even just a taste.*
“G-Gosh—”
[Jerry nodded and moved off him so he could probably get the last of his clothes off... while he himself kicked his pants off and away with the rest of his clothes, he was left in grey, loose fitting boxers, with a notable tent growing in them~]
[... Even as he moved, Jerry didn't want to be completely disconnected the other, hand wrapping around his waist and leaning in to press kisses to his shoulder.]
Mmn... J-Jeez, heh..~... S-so um... You... wanna get those off yourself or-
*It seems his partner isn't planning to let go, either. Even his love itself, outpouring from between his legs, clings to his thigh. Jerry’s fingers intertwine with his curls, taking in the soft feeling against his skin.*
“Oh, gosh, I was wondering when you would ask— yes, please—”
Mm... goodie~
[He softly chuckled and hooked both his thumbs into his partner's underwear, slowly slipping them off and down his thighs. As Jerry tossed them to the side, he carefully took stock of his partner's nude appearance, hands feeling up his hips to and tracing over his pelvis...]
Gorgeous...~
*Though most of the rolling mounds and valleys are covered in brush, one peak rises above. The apex crests from beneath its hood. It glistens, catching the sun from up above.*
“I guess he’s happy to see you…”
[Jerry softly chuckled, trailing kisses up the others shoulder to his neck as his hand snuck down to softly rub his peak~]
Mm... He's not the only one~
[He mumbled, tent straining in his own boxers still. His hands are gentle, and methodical. Quite skilled it seems~]
Mm... I'll take care of you~
*The realization that he’s yet to reciprocate hits him with a shock. He jolts forward, hands charged with surprising speed. The current travels down his spine, his thighs quaking with anticipation.*
“Oh — oh goodness — oh, sweet cheese—!”
[He softly yelps, startled a bit by his partner's sudden movements... only to giggle softly against his skin.]
Wow- Jittery aren't you~? Sensitive there?... precious..~
[Jerry teasingly grazed his teeth against his partners skin before he pulls away to look his counterpart in his face. He himself was flushed red, eyes lidded but.. Loving and affectionate~]
“I can’t believe it took me so long to…”*
Jerry’s gaze gravitates to the ever-so-magnetic source of the tenting. He can hardly even hope to pull his eyes away. His hand is drawn forward, caressing the underside of the shaft.*
“Golly…”
[Jerry shivers at the softest touch~ It stood tall in the messy forest of hair, just about 6 inches, and a good thickness aswell~ His tip already beaded some pre~]
Mhh~.... See something you like my dear treasure?... you look infatuated~
[He teased~]
“Oh, cheese and crackers, completely.~”
“M-May I—?~”
*With a gentle touch, Jerry beckons the other’s member between his legs. It finds its way snugly within his lips. There’s a pleased murmur as the tip kisses his entrance.*
Be my guest my treasure~
[Jerry encouraged as his partner guided him. He shuffled back closer to his counterpart as his leaking tip pressed against the others entrance... Jerry bit his lip, throbbing in anticipation.]
Mgh... C-can... mm..
[He somehow blushed deeper as he tried to make the words he wanted.]
... I-I wanna ask about.. A kink I h-have... Just... mgh embarrassing..
*Jerry’s own sounds are cut short. A moan becomes a surprised snort. It pitches into a confused hum.*
“Should I get the bandages?”
Mgh- N-no-...
... Maybe actually. But- Unrelated to what I was about to ask-!
[Jerry takes a deep breath as he struggles to keep eye contact.]
I... w-when we're doing this can-... Mgh... c-can you talk like I'm... gonna... b-breed you...
[He requested, absolutely glowing red.]
Y-you don't gotta! Of course- If you don't wanna- Iii just... kinda...
*His voice returns in the form of a polite giggle. It rings off the walls, a bathing the room in a pleasant resonance.*
“Oh, that? Simon and I used to do that all the time!”
“Though, it was a lot more… formal…”
[Seeing the other wasn't uncomfortable or against it... Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost cute how shy he was about saying it. The sweet laughing sound did help ease his nerves..]
Mm.. Alrighty.. thank you for indulging me...
. . . What do you mean by "formal" though?
*The shyness has shifted in Jerry’s direction. He wriggles to rub his neck. Suddenly, he can’t seem to get comfortable.*
“W-Well, Simon was always a shark of the coat, and sometimes, we liked to blur the lines of science and… other biology. He’d get on his gloves and coat and I’d get on my gown, and every once and a while, I’d get a… special check up…”
O-oh!.. Golly.. I see...
[Jerry mumbled as he got the picture into his mind... He shook it off after a moment, reaching out and cupping his partners cheek.]
Well... I'm a bit more in tuned to the... less clinical way myself~
[He softly hummed and shifted his hips, reminding them of their proximity. This was about them~ Jerry softly rested his free hand on the others thigh.]
Long as you're willing to indulge me...~
*Indulge him, Jerry does. His moans, rich and sweet, drips from his tongue — thick like honey, light and airy like cotton candy. Doughy middle glazed in sweat, dusted with a cherry blush, he’s a picture of decadence. Suffice to say, he looks good enough to bite into.*
“Ssshhhh — SHUCKS—”
[A delicious treat, all for him... The only one he desired in this moment~ Jerry lowly chuckled and licked his lips before leaning into his neck.]
Thaaats it... keep making those pretty sounds for me..~ So handsome, so sweet... So good~
[Jerry drags his tongue over his skin as his hips continued to softly rut against his slit. Teasingly, he didn't push it in. Not yet.... Jerry bit down where his shoulder connected to his neck, not as hard as he could... But there was a soft growl that vibrated against his skin~]
Mmgh... Mine..~
*Jerry has never been above begging. If he were to try to stand, he would be on his knees, anyways. His tail quivers, embracing the other’s hips.*
*He paws at the other’s arm, whimpering. The wide-eyed, pleading look is unmistakable.*
“P-Please— please, put it in—”
[He couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped him... the fond, almost teasing sound as Jerry gripped his partner's thigh harder.]
Mgh... Such a good boy... Didn't even need to ask to hear your precious begging~ My precious...~
[His voice took a bit of a lower register as he praised and teased him... a tone filled with affection... but also need and desire... lust~ With that Jerry slowly pushed his tip inside, sweetly moaning as he did~]
“WAAUGH—!!!”
*Desperation grows feral as they begin their mating ritual in earnest. Jerry secures himself against his partner, clawing at his back. His soft snuffles against Jerry’s neck are a steady, soothing blanket of sound. It’s a sharp contrast to the needy growls rumbling in the back of his throat.*
Mmgh..~
[Jerry was careful pushing in every inch, but not slow. He needed this bad~ To feel every inch of his partner~ Moans escaped his lips feeling the tightness around him, the digging of nails in his skin eager to leave marks... he was almost growling in his ear like a needy beast~]
Ahh- hah~
[As he slowly starts his thrusting, Jerry licked along the others neck before biting down on it again, much harsher, almost breaking skin.. He had enough control left to pull back and pepper it with apology kisses, but there was still that lingering message...]
Mgh~ M-Mine... My treasure~
*His inner walls hug tighter at the bite. They thrum with the beat of his heart. Every thrust is met with the soft embrace of his most tender flesh. Jerry nearly draws blood of his own. Jagged nails rake against his lover’s spine. It’s a heady mix of sudden pain and rolling tingles. Guttural groans and escalating huffs rise from deep in his chest, tongue lulling from his open maw.*
“Oh, pet, don’t stop — A-AH — YES — H-HARDER—!!! I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE—!!!
["Pet"... Now that stirred something deep in his gut... made his heart flutter and his need skyrocket~ He wasn't just this Jerry's "Button" now... He was his Pet~ His pet who was making him squirm and scream~ Who he was digging his nails into, making him hope they'd scar and leave marks~ Who he was begging to leave a mark for other objects to see~ Jerry felt like a flip had switched- He bit down again, this time cracking through the skin and tasting the irony ichor on his teeth~ Not only that, but his hips sped up~ Growing faster and a bit rougher~ His head clouded with lust and the most primal need~]
Mgh- h-hahh~ ah~ C... call me that again~~
*If the first Jerry feels cloudy, the other is in the stratosphere. His glasses, which are at a comically obsolete 180 degrees angle on his nose, are almost indistinguishable as glass beneath the thick condensation. The sheer heat of his body encompasses them in a muggy fog. Beneath the dripping lenses, his eyes are completely clouded over with ecstasy, tears of passion raining down his cheeks.*
“P-Pet, I’m s-so — ah — c-close—”
Mgh yess~ Yes yes yes- Ah~~!
[Jerry gasps, licking the blood from his wound before going up to sloppily kiss his cheek, leaving red marks like lipstick~ His movements became more jittery and slopy the closer he got aswell. Like an animal in heat.. he railed into his sweet perfect counterpart, needing to fill him to the brim~ Mate him and make him all his~]
Hahh~ F-finish for me~ Ah- F-finish for your good pet~ Mngahh Lemme breed youuu~ I-I love youu~!
*All at once, every muscle in Jerry’s body tenses. Then, he falls comes undone. Lust spills over onto his thighs. Sweat and blood leave slick smears across his chest. They objects, usually so tightly woven into his hair, have become strewn about his head.*
“Oh, Je-Jerry… you were a-amazing…”
Mgh- AH~!
[Jerry yelps and moans feeling the other finish and cum on hus cock~ He softly whines, snuggling back against his neck and snuggling his skin with kisses and nibbles as he rails into him for a bit longer, trying to find his own ecstasy~]
Nhahh~ Ahh- fff- Fiddlesticks-! G-get bred~ I-I love you I love you I-i loveee- MGH-~!
[Jerry squeals as it finally happens- He hilts inside the other, hips spasming as he fills him with warm seed. Jerry softly pants, basically going limp atop him. As he came down from his pleasure high, he continued to press soft kisses to his skin...]
P.. pet was good..?
[Jerry mumbled breathlessly, preening for praise. Looking down at him, his eyes were pricked with tears... he was kinda adorable~]
Mm... y-you were... Perfect..~
“You were perfect, pet.”
*It takes everything in Jerry not to drift off to sleep. His lids are in a constant state of fluttering. Yet despite his futile efforts, it’s the most relaxed Jerry can ever remember seeing him. At this point, he’s allowed his body to go slack to the point where it’s near indistinguishable from the beanbag. His words slump into a yawn. The softness of his body offers a perfect place for his lover to rest.*
[Jerry smiles, pressing soft kisses to his bitten up neck...]
Mm... G-good... I love you...~
[He softly mumbled. While his counterpart was about ready to pass out, Jerry still had a bit of lucidity to him... He moved a bit not pulling out yet, but reaching sluggishly to grab the blanket he had made for his valentines gift, aswell as the first aid kit from his cardigan... He pulled the blanket over them first, then started rooting through the kit.]
I'll t...take care of you... rest... though th-this... this may sting a tad...
*Each movement inside of him is punctuated with soft gasps and wriggles.*
“M-Mhm — n-not right now, button—”
*When he shifts once again, it’s to present his shoulder. It does little to help when each attempt to soothe the evidence of his passion results in Jerry flinching away from the other’s treatment.*
“SSSSSSSS—!!!”
[Jerry flintched away and softly whimpered hearing him hiss and squeak in pain like that.]
S-sorry! I didn't-... I-I'm sorry...
[He whimpers a bit, feeling bad. He doesn't want his treasure to get an infection or anything, but he's doesn't wanna hurt him when he should be resting either...]
... M-maybe it... is better to wait to do this.... I'm sorry..
“You wouldn’t mind, n-ngh, p-pulling out of port?”
*He lands his metaphor with a “subtle” jerk of his head downwards. In terms of ships, the smoothness of the landing is akinned to one Unsinkable.*
[Jerry picked up the innuendo quickly... And softly pouted before doing as asked. He bit his lip softly as he pulled out, wamth slowwwly dripping out of him as Jerry nuzzled his partner.]
... Cozy inside you...
[He mumbled, sounding a tad embarrassed.]
“Mmm… Jerry tired…”
*The playful comeback drifts into a blissed out murmur. The jumble of syllables fades with a soft giggle.*
Hm...
[Jerry- The other one- approaches his counterparts drawer. Held in his arms are a large gift bag and a tiny wrapped box. His cheeks were already a tone of soft pink as he looked to the objects he held.]
Maybe I can just.. Mm- No- Its better to greet him-
//@trinket-keeper
*As has most of their relationship, today seems to be ordained by the fates. Jerry's footsteps set a stress ball in motion. The impact stress ball knocks a pencil from its cup. The pencil, shaken from its usual position, falls beside Jerry, turning his attention in the other’s direction.*
“Oh? Hey, there, pal! What brings you… ehm, what have you got there?”
Eep-
[Jerry let out a soft squeak as the other noticed him... No turning back now.]
He-heyy friendo I just ummm...
[He looks to the two gifts he brought, struggling with the words.]
Ah.. I.. H-had a few things I.. Wanted to share with you... Um...
[He held out the gift bag and tiny box, nervously avoiding eye contact... Whatever brought this on?]
*Much like his counterpart, Jerry’s hue shifts to match his gifts. His cheeks, now a tender baby pink. His own heart seems ready to offer itself up, nearly beating from his chest.*
“Oh, Jer-ry…”
“Where did you find these?”
I... I didn't..
[He admitted, fiddling with the buttons of his cardigan.]
I made them.. for you.. I-I hope you like them...
[Inside the gift bag was a hand sewn blanket- soft and made of beautifully embroidered squares decorated with all kinds of pictures and colors. In the smaller box, there was a beaded bracelet. On it hung a variety of charms- but most notably a metal heart.]
*How odd…*
*He doesn’t remember the gifts being so blurry. They weren’t quite so moist, either…*
*He, too, must be allergic to this special type of wool. His throat feels so tight just holding it in his hands…*
“It must’ve taken so long t-to — o-oh… geez, look at me…”
Mgh- Golly... Hey...
[Jerry was quite surprised by the reaction... Slowly, he reached out, cupping his counterparts cheek and wiping his tears from his misty eyes.]
I... I'm glad you like it... yeah, it took quite a while but... I always enjoy making things for people I l-
IIII-...Care about.. v-very deeply... ahm- um...
*Jerry can't keep a small chuckle from slipping out.*
"That's certainly one way to put it."
*There is care in his touch as Jerry takes the other’s hand into his own. There is appreciation as he rests his forehead against his. There is passion as he lets himself grow lost in his eyes.*
*When he kisses him… there is love.*
[He's still as Jerry slowly advances on him... He can feel his heart pound and face heat with every passing moment. Their hands intertwining, the warmth of eachothers skin, the look in his eyes that managed to make him shiver~...]
[Jerry let out the softest squeak as their lips connected. It's funny, the first time they did this he felt he was the confident one... But the love and affection he felt now... oh it made him melt~ Jerry kissed his counterpart back, just as lovingly~ He was enraptured~ So much so he left weak in the knees for the other- Litterally as they buckle under his weight-]
*Before he’s even begun to fall, Jerry catches him.*
“We’ve gotta get you some braces!”
*He listens intently on every breath. Every shift of his body is swiftly accommodated. It’s not a hard ask. They fit perfectly together…*
“…I n-need you…t-to know how much this gift means to me—!”
Mgh-
[He softly squeaked as he felt his legs go to jelly, and Jerry's grasp keeps him good and steady. He rubs his neck.]
Mn... t-thanks for... t-the catch...
[He's so close to him... the beating of his heart quickens a bit. They're perfectly synced like this...]
Mmgh... I.. I'm glad you like it so much... I really wanted to... let you know how much I care... let you know how much... I ch-cherish our time...
“It’s just been so nice having you here with… everything, heh—”
*Something condenses around them. It’s in the fog that thickens on Jerry’s glasses. It’s in the breath that caresses his counterpart’s neck. It’s the sweat that slicks his skin, that has him loosening his collar and sliding off his jacket.*
“P-Phew… hot in here, huh—?”
.. Yeah, heh... It has been... Talking with you, creating... having someone who... gets it...
[He mumbles... He can feel it as the air thickens... something that slightly stirs in his soul feeling his touch. His breath... Or... maybe... feels it in his gut would be more accurate...]
Ah... y-yeah a little... t-toasty suddenly...
[Jerry fans himself a tat before undoing his bowtie. All his layers started to feel... a tad heavy..]
*It begins to saturate into his very image. Sweet, tired eyes become a bedroom gaze. Sweaty hair, a frame to draw the eyes to the passion that overtakes every inch of cheeks. His shirt, heavy with sweat, little more than a means to accentuate the dips and curves of his lithe body.*
“I don’t suppose you’re particularly busy today—”
[That look... it was the last thing he thought of seeing on his own face but... he was completely enraptured by it~ His eyes, his body... he felt himself becoming more sweaty as he took note of every detail he could see while he was still covered and wondered how their bodies compared... Jerry swallowed, his own eyes growing lidded as the thought swirled in his mind.]
Mmn... N-No I.. I have quite a bit of t-time on my.. hands..
“I’d sure like it if you stayed…”
“Of course, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do—”
*Despite all the unspoken, the meaning is crystal clear. The raise of his brows, the italics on “have” — it shines a light on the invisible ink between the lines. Jerry is ready and willing to move to the next chapter, but only if his other is, too.*
[Jerry was flushed red.. he knew what was happening. He was a bit surprised by it but he knew what it was... and he wanted it... He never thought he could be so gorgeous but looking into a copy of his eyes caused a twisting need inside him...]
I... I wanna stay...
[His words sound almost breathless as Jerry leans in, tucking his head close to the other neck....]
.. With you.... D... Do you have somewhere... comfy..?
“One second!”
*Gripping a long, hard plastic tube in hand, Jerry gently stimulates the beanbag in the corner of the drawer.*
*He waits with baited breath for a reaction, or lack thereof.*
“Nope! No spiders today!”
“Ahem — a-after you—”
*Jerry presents himself upon the soft mound, unveiling his best attempt at a “sexy” pose.*
[Jerry arches a brow at what his counterpart is doing... then softly chuckles.]
Mm.. g-gladly...
[He shuffles off his coat, leaving him in a vest and button up... He straddles the other Jerry, fiddling with his buttons..]
... Just... before w-we go ahead, is there... anything you *don't* want me to do or... anything you like or... o-or we can just go ahead! I don't wanna... kill the mood...
“Hmm…”
*A silence meanders between them. It’s hard to think of anything he wouldn’t try once. Experimentation is the spice of art, after all—! And Jerry has a feeling he’s about to be absolutely painted.~*
*Well, maybe ONE thing…*
“No choking?”
Heard. No choking. Understood...
[Jerry smiled and leaned in, pressing a light peck to his lips as he began to unbutton his partners shirt... onced the first few were off, Jerry traced his lips closer to his neck..]
... w-would.... biting... be on the table..?
[He mumbled, shyly, but hopefully. Evidently... something he enjoyed~]
I-I'll be gentle- no breaking skin-
*Before Jerry tongue can make the words, his body speaks for him. Every large, deep pink scar of teeth marks is it's own statement. Every divot a word spoken loud and clear.*
"I've ... had some experience..."
*Further down, there are more scars, these that tell a different story. On either side of his chest, an almost symmetrical crescent symbol.*
[Jerry blushed softly seeing the state he was in.. then softly bit his lip...]
G.. good to know..~... I-I'll still try not to- Hurt you too bad...
[He mumbled, tracing the scar upon one side of his chest with his finger, before continuing to unbutton him and leaning back into his neck.. He didn't start with teeth, first gently pressing his lips to the others skin and his hands trailed down Jerrys figure. Maping his form with every button undone~ Once his shirt was unbuttoned, Jerry removed his vest, welcoming his partner to get to work on his own top~.]
SMUT STARTS BELOW
⬇︎ ⬇︎ ⬇︎
[He's a tad surprised but... Can't help but find it adorably endearing the way his voice heightens with his excitement~]
Heh... I've hardly touched you..~
[He teases as jittery hands make short work of his button up. He has a few nice bites and hickeys on his own neck... Most noticeably, a deep looking mark like something a vampire would leave... He had a collection of healing over scars aswell. On his back and hips.. But more than the marks was the hair. As his shirt slipped over his shoulders, other Jerry could see his thin body was nearly covered. Scruffy on his chest and arms, and a forest growing from beneath the hem of his pants that traces to his bellybutton... Jerry chuckles as his counterpart works off his pants, undoing his own belt-]
... N-need me to move to make it easier..?
*Jerry’s hair is more sparse, thick around his stomach and legs. What it lacks in density, it makes up for in coarseness and coils. The twisted brush trials down between his legs. Hidden beneath the brush, the soft slopes that surely mean there’s somewhere wet nearby. The run-off trickles into the landscape around it, nearly soaking through his boxers. The surface shivers constantly.*
“C-Could you—?”
*The thirst is undeniable as his counterpart’s pants finally fall to his ankles. The panting, the flushed cheeks — he's parched for even just a taste.*
“G-Gosh—”
[Jerry nodded and moved off him so he could probably get the last of his clothes off... while he himself kicked his pants off and away with the rest of his clothes, he was left in grey, loose fitting boxers, with a notable tent growing in them~]
[... Even as he moved, Jerry didn't want to be completely disconnected the other, hand wrapping around his waist and leaning in to press kisses to his shoulder.]
Mmn... J-Jeez, heh..~... S-so um... You... wanna get those off yourself or-
*It seems his partner isn't planning to let go, either. Even his love itself, outpouring from between his legs, clings to his thigh. Jerry’s fingers intertwine with his curls, taking in the soft feeling against his skin.*
“Oh, gosh, I was wondering when you would ask— yes, please—”
Mm... goodie~
[He softly chuckled and hooked both his thumbs into his partner's underwear, slowly slipping them off and down his thighs. As Jerry tossed them to the side, he carefully took stock of his partner's nude appearance, hands feeling up his hips to and tracing over his pelvis...]
Gorgeous...~
*Though most of the rolling mounds and valleys are covered in brush, one peak rises above. The apex crests from beneath its hood. It glistens, catching the sun from up above.*
“I guess he’s happy to see you…”
[Jerry softly chuckled, trailing kisses up the others shoulder to his neck as his hand snuck down to softly rub his peak~]
Mm... He's not the only one~
[He mumbled, tent straining in his own boxers still. His hands are gentle, and methodical. Quite skilled it seems~]
Mm... I'll take care of you~
*The realization that he’s yet to reciprocate hits him with a shock. He jolts forward, hands charged with surprising speed. The current travels down his spine, his thighs quaking with anticipation.*
“Oh — oh goodness — oh, sweet cheese—!”
[He softly yelps, startled a bit by his partner's sudden movements... only to giggle softly against his skin.]
Wow- Jittery aren't you~? Sensitive there?... precious..~
[Jerry teasingly grazed his teeth against his partners skin before he pulls away to look his counterpart in his face. He himself was flushed red, eyes lidded but.. Loving and affectionate~]
“I can’t believe it took me so long to…”*
Jerry’s gaze gravitates to the ever-so-magnetic source of the tenting. He can hardly even hope to pull his eyes away. His hand is drawn forward, caressing the underside of the shaft.*
“Golly…”
[Jerry shivers at the softest touch~ It stood tall in the messy forest of hair, just about 6 inches, and a good thickness aswell~ His tip already beaded some pre~]
Mhh~.... See something you like my dear treasure?... you look infatuated~
[He teased~]
“Oh, cheese and crackers, completely.~”
“M-May I—?~”
*With a gentle touch, Jerry beckons the other’s member between his legs. It finds its way snugly within his lips. There’s a pleased murmur as the tip kisses his entrance.*
Be my guest my treasure~
[Jerry encouraged as his partner guided him. He shuffled back closer to his counterpart as his leaking tip pressed against the others entrance... Jerry bit his lip, throbbing in anticipation.]
Mgh... C-can... mm..
[He somehow blushed deeper as he tried to make the words he wanted.]
... I-I wanna ask about.. A kink I h-have... Just... mgh embarrassing..
*Jerry’s own sounds are cut short. A moan becomes a surprised snort. It pitches into a confused hum.*
“Should I get the bandages?”
Mgh- N-no-...
... Maybe actually. But- Unrelated to what I was about to ask-!
[Jerry takes a deep breath as he struggles to keep eye contact.]
I... w-when we're doing this can-... Mgh... c-can you talk like I'm... gonna... b-breed you...
[He requested, absolutely glowing red.]
Y-you don't gotta! Of course- If you don't wanna- Iii just... kinda...
*His voice returns in the form of a polite giggle. It rings off the walls, a bathing the room in a pleasant resonance.*
“Oh, that? Simon and I used to do that all the time!”
“Though, it was a lot more… formal…”
[Seeing the other wasn't uncomfortable or against it... Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost cute how shy he was about saying it. The sweet laughing sound did help ease his nerves..]
Mm.. Alrighty.. thank you for indulging me...
. . . What do you mean by "formal" though?
*The shyness has shifted in Jerry’s direction. He wriggles to rub his neck. Suddenly, he can’t seem to get comfortable.*
“W-Well, Simon was always a shark of the coat, and sometimes, we liked to blur the lines of science and… other biology. He’d get on his gloves and coat and I’d get on my gown, and every once and a while, I’d get a… special check up…”
O-oh!.. Golly.. I see...
[Jerry mumbled as he got the picture into his mind... He shook it off after a moment, reaching out and cupping his partners cheek.]
Well... I'm a bit more in tuned to the... less clinical way myself~
[He softly hummed and shifted his hips, reminding them of their proximity. This was about them~ Jerry softly rested his free hand on the others thigh.]
Long as you're willing to indulge me...~
*Indulge him, Jerry does. His moans, rich and sweet, drips from his tongue — thick like honey, light and airy like cotton candy. Doughy middle glazed in sweat, dusted with a cherry blush, he’s a picture of decadence. Suffice to say, he looks good enough to bite into.*
“Ssshhhh — SHUCKS—”
[A delicious treat, all for him... The only one he desired in this moment~ Jerry lowly chuckled and licked his lips before leaning into his neck.]
Thaaats it... keep making those pretty sounds for me..~ So handsome, so sweet... So good~
[Jerry drags his tongue over his skin as his hips continued to softly rut against his slit. Teasingly, he didn't push it in. Not yet.... Jerry bit down where his shoulder connected to his neck, not as hard as he could... But there was a soft growl that vibrated against his skin~]
Mmgh... Mine..~
*Jerry has never been above begging. If he were to try to stand, he would be on his knees, anyways. His tail quivers, embracing the other’s hips.*
*He paws at the other’s arm, whimpering. The wide-eyed, pleading look is unmistakable.*
“P-Please— please, put it in—”
[He couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped him... the fond, almost teasing sound as Jerry gripped his partner's thigh harder.]
Mgh... Such a good boy... Didn't even need to ask to hear your precious begging~ My precious...~
[His voice took a bit of a lower register as he praised and teased him... a tone filled with affection... but also need and desire... lust~ With that Jerry slowly pushed his tip inside, sweetly moaning as he did~]
“WAAUGH—!!!”
*Desperation grows feral as they begin their mating ritual in earnest. Jerry secures himself against his partner, clawing at his back. His soft snuffles against Jerry’s neck are a steady, soothing blanket of sound. It’s a sharp contrast to the needy growls rumbling in the back of his throat.*
Mmgh..~
[Jerry was careful pushing in every inch, but not slow. He needed this bad~ To feel every inch of his partner~ Moans escaped his lips feeling the tightness around him, the digging of nails in his skin eager to leave marks... he was almost growling in his ear like a needy beast~]
Ahh- hah~
[As he slowly starts his thrusting, Jerry licked along the others neck before biting down on it again, much harsher, almost breaking skin.. He had enough control left to pull back and pepper it with apology kisses, but there was still that lingering message...]
Mgh~ M-Mine... My treasure~
*His inner walls hug tighter at the bite. They thrum with the beat of his heart. Every thrust is met with the soft embrace of his most tender flesh. Jerry nearly draws blood of his own. Jagged nails rake against his lover’s spine. It’s a heady mix of sudden pain and rolling tingles. Guttural groans and escalating huffs rise from deep in his chest, tongue lulling from his open maw.*
“Oh, pet, don’t stop — A-AH — YES — H-HARDER—!!! I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE—!!!
["Pet"... Now that stirred something deep in his gut... made his heart flutter and his need skyrocket~ He wasn't just this Jerry's "Button" now... He was his Pet~ His pet who was making him squirm and scream~ Who he was digging his nails into, making him hope they'd scar and leave marks~ Who he was begging to leave a mark for other objects to see~ Jerry felt like a flip had switched- He bit down again, this time cracking through the skin and tasting the irony ichor on his teeth~ Not only that, but his hips sped up~ Growing faster and a bit rougher~ His head clouded with lust and the most primal need~]
Mgh- h-hahh~ ah~ C... call me that again~~
*If the first Jerry feels cloudy, the other is in the stratosphere. His glasses, which are at a comically obsolete 180 degrees angle on his nose, are almost indistinguishable as glass beneath the thick condensation. The sheer heat of his body encompasses them in a muggy fog. Beneath the dripping lenses, his eyes are completely clouded over with ecstasy, tears of passion raining down his cheeks.*
“P-Pet, I’m s-so — ah — c-close—”
Mgh yess~ Yes yes yes- Ah~~!
[Jerry gasps, licking the blood from his wound before going up to sloppily kiss his cheek, leaving red marks like lipstick~ His movements became more jittery and slopy the closer he got aswell. Like an animal in heat.. he railed into his sweet perfect counterpart, needing to fill him to the brim~ Mate him and make him all his~]
Hahh~ F-finish for me~ Ah- F-finish for your good pet~ Mngahh Lemme breed youuu~ I-I love youu~!
*All at once, every muscle in Jerry’s body tenses. Then, he falls comes undone. Lust spills over onto his thighs. Sweat and blood leave slick smears across his chest. They objects, usually so tightly woven into his hair, have become strewn about his head.*
“Oh, Je-Jerry… you were a-amazing…”
Mgh- AH~!
[Jerry yelps and moans feeling the other finish and cum on hus cock~ He softly whines, snuggling back against his neck and snuggling his skin with kisses and nibbles as he rails into him for a bit longer, trying to find his own ecstasy~]
Nhahh~ Ahh- fff- Fiddlesticks-! G-get bred~ I-I love you I love you I-i loveee- MGH-~!
[Jerry squeals as it finally happens- He hilts inside the other, hips spasming as he fills him with warm seed. Jerry softly pants, basically going limp atop him. As he came down from his pleasure high, he continued to press soft kisses to his skin...]
P.. pet was good..?
[Jerry mumbled breathlessly, preening for praise. Looking down at him, his eyes were pricked with tears... he was kinda adorable~]
Mm... y-you were... Perfect..~
“You were perfect, pet.”
*It takes everything in Jerry not to drift off to sleep. His lids are in a constant state of fluttering. Yet despite his futile efforts, it’s the most relaxed Jerry can ever remember seeing him. At this point, he’s allowed his body to go slack to the point where it’s near indistinguishable from the beanbag. His words slump into a yawn. The softness of his body offers a perfect place for his lover to rest.*
[Jerry smiles, pressing soft kisses to his bitten up neck...]
Mm... G-good... I love you...~
[He softly mumbled. While his counterpart was about ready to pass out, Jerry still had a bit of lucidity to him... He moved a bit not pulling out yet, but reaching sluggishly to grab the blanket he had made for his valentines gift, aswell as the first aid kit from his cardigan... He pulled the blanket over them first, then started rooting through the kit.]
I'll t...take care of you... rest... though th-this... this may sting a tad...
*Each movement inside of him is punctuated with soft gasps and wriggles.*
“M-Mhm — n-not right now, button—”
*When he shifts once again, it’s to present his shoulder. It does little to help when each attempt to soothe the evidence of his passion results in Jerry flinching away from the other’s treatment.*
“SSSSSSSS—!!!”
[Jerry flintched away and softly whimpered hearing him hiss and squeak in pain like that.]
S-sorry! I didn't-... I-I'm sorry...
[He whimpers a bit, feeling bad. He doesn't want his treasure to get an infection or anything, but he's doesn't wanna hurt him when he should be resting either...]
... M-maybe it... is better to wait to do this.... I'm sorry..
“You wouldn’t mind, n-ngh, p-pulling out of port?”
*He lands his metaphor with a “subtle” jerk of his head downwards. In terms of ships, the smoothness of the landing is akinned to one Unsinkable.*
Hm...
[Jerry- The other one- approaches his counterparts drawer. Held in his arms are a large gift bag and a tiny wrapped box. His cheeks were already a tone of soft pink as he looked to the objects he held.]
Maybe I can just.. Mm- No- Its better to greet him-
//@trinket-keeper
*As has most of their relationship, today seems to be ordained by the fates. Jerry's footsteps set a stress ball in motion. The impact stress ball knocks a pencil from its cup. The pencil, shaken from its usual position, falls beside Jerry, turning his attention in the other’s direction.*
“Oh? Hey, there, pal! What brings you… ehm, what have you got there?”
Eep-
[Jerry let out a soft squeak as the other noticed him... No turning back now.]
He-heyy friendo I just ummm...
[He looks to the two gifts he brought, struggling with the words.]
Ah.. I.. H-had a few things I.. Wanted to share with you... Um...
[He held out the gift bag and tiny box, nervously avoiding eye contact... Whatever brought this on?]
*Much like his counterpart, Jerry’s hue shifts to match his gifts. His cheeks, now a tender baby pink. His own heart seems ready to offer itself up, nearly beating from his chest.*
“Oh, Jer-ry…”
“Where did you find these?”
I... I didn't..
[He admitted, fiddling with the buttons of his cardigan.]
I made them.. for you.. I-I hope you like them...
[Inside the gift bag was a hand sewn blanket- soft and made of beautifully embroidered squares decorated with all kinds of pictures and colors. In the smaller box, there was a beaded bracelet. On it hung a variety of charms- but most notably a metal heart.]
*How odd…*
*He doesn’t remember the gifts being so blurry. They weren’t quite so moist, either…*
*He, too, must be allergic to this special type of wool. His throat feels so tight just holding it in his hands…*
“It must’ve taken so long t-to — o-oh… geez, look at me…”
Mgh- Golly... Hey...
[Jerry was quite surprised by the reaction... Slowly, he reached out, cupping his counterparts cheek and wiping his tears from his misty eyes.]
I... I'm glad you like it... yeah, it took quite a while but... I always enjoy making things for people I l-
IIII-...Care about.. v-very deeply... ahm- um...
*Jerry can't keep a small chuckle from slipping out.*
"That's certainly one way to put it."
*There is care in his touch as Jerry takes the other’s hand into his own. There is appreciation as he rests his forehead against his. There is passion as he lets himself grow lost in his eyes.*
*When he kisses him… there is love.*
[He's still as Jerry slowly advances on him... He can feel his heart pound and face heat with every passing moment. Their hands intertwining, the warmth of eachothers skin, the look in his eyes that managed to make him shiver~...]
[Jerry let out the softest squeak as their lips connected. It's funny, the first time they did this he felt he was the confident one... But the love and affection he felt now... oh it made him melt~ Jerry kissed his counterpart back, just as lovingly~ He was enraptured~ So much so he left weak in the knees for the other- Litterally as they buckle under his weight-]
*Before he’s even begun to fall, Jerry catches him.*
“We’ve gotta get you some braces!”
*He listens intently on every breath. Every shift of his body is swiftly accommodated. It’s not a hard ask. They fit perfectly together…*
“…I n-need you…t-to know how much this gift means to me—!”
Mgh-
[He softly squeaked as he felt his legs go to jelly, and Jerry's grasp keeps him good and steady. He rubs his neck.]
Mn... t-thanks for... t-the catch...
[He's so close to him... the beating of his heart quickens a bit. They're perfectly synced like this...]
Mmgh... I.. I'm glad you like it so much... I really wanted to... let you know how much I care... let you know how much... I ch-cherish our time...
“It’s just been so nice having you here with… everything, heh—”
*Something condenses around them. It’s in the fog that thickens on Jerry’s glasses. It’s in the breath that caresses his counterpart’s neck. It’s the sweat that slicks his skin, that has him loosening his collar and sliding off his jacket.*
“P-Phew… hot in here, huh—?”
.. Yeah, heh... It has been... Talking with you, creating... having someone who... gets it...
[He mumbles... He can feel it as the air thickens... something that slightly stirs in his soul feeling his touch. His breath... Or... maybe... feels it in his gut would be more accurate...]
Ah... y-yeah a little... t-toasty suddenly...
[Jerry fans himself a tat before undoing his bowtie. All his layers started to feel... a tad heavy..]
*It begins to saturate into his very image. Sweet, tired eyes become a bedroom gaze. Sweaty hair, a frame to draw the eyes to the passion that overtakes every inch of cheeks. His shirt, heavy with sweat, little more than a means to accentuate the dips and curves of his lithe body.*
“I don’t suppose you’re particularly busy today—”
[That look... it was the last thing he thought of seeing on his own face but... he was completely enraptured by it~ His eyes, his body... he felt himself becoming more sweaty as he took note of every detail he could see while he was still covered and wondered how their bodies compared... Jerry swallowed, his own eyes growing lidded as the thought swirled in his mind.]
Mmn... N-No I.. I have quite a bit of t-time on my.. hands..
“I’d sure like it if you stayed…”
“Of course, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do—”
*Despite all the unspoken, the meaning is crystal clear. The raise of his brows, the italics on “have” — it shines a light on the invisible ink between the lines. Jerry is ready and willing to move to the next chapter, but only if his other is, too.*
[Jerry was flushed red.. he knew what was happening. He was a bit surprised by it but he knew what it was... and he wanted it... He never thought he could be so gorgeous but looking into a copy of his eyes caused a twisting need inside him...]
I... I wanna stay...
[His words sound almost breathless as Jerry leans in, tucking his head close to the other neck....]
.. With you.... D... Do you have somewhere... comfy..?
“One second!”
*Gripping a long, hard plastic tube in hand, Jerry gently stimulates the beanbag in the corner of the drawer.*
*He waits with baited breath for a reaction, or lack thereof.*
“Nope! No spiders today!”
“Ahem — a-after you—”
*Jerry presents himself upon the soft mound, unveiling his best attempt at a “sexy” pose.*
[Jerry arches a brow at what his counterpart is doing... then softly chuckles.]
Mm.. g-gladly...
[He shuffles off his coat, leaving him in a vest and button up... He straddles the other Jerry, fiddling with his buttons..]
... Just... before w-we go ahead, is there... anything you *don't* want me to do or... anything you like or... o-or we can just go ahead! I don't wanna... kill the mood...
“Hmm…”
*A silence meanders between them. It’s hard to think of anything he wouldn’t try once. Experimentation is the spice of art, after all—! And Jerry has a feeling he’s about to be absolutely painted.~*
*Well, maybe ONE thing…*
“No choking?”
Heard. No choking. Understood...
[Jerry smiled and leaned in, pressing a light peck to his lips as he began to unbutton his partners shirt... onced the first few were off, Jerry traced his lips closer to his neck..]
... w-would.... biting... be on the table..?
[He mumbled, shyly, but hopefully. Evidently... something he enjoyed~]
I-I'll be gentle- no breaking skin-
*Before Jerry tongue can make the words, his body speaks for him. Every large, deep pink scar of teeth marks is it's own statement. Every divot a word spoken loud and clear.*
"I've ... had some experience..."
*Further down, there are more scars, these that tell a different story. On either side of his chest, an almost symmetrical crescent symbol.*
[Jerry blushed softly seeing the state he was in.. then softly bit his lip...]
G.. good to know..~... I-I'll still try not to- Hurt you too bad...
[He mumbled, tracing the scar upon one side of his chest with his finger, before continuing to unbutton him and leaning back into his neck.. He didn't start with teeth, first gently pressing his lips to the others skin and his hands trailed down Jerrys figure. Maping his form with every button undone~ Once his shirt was unbuttoned, Jerry removed his vest, welcoming his partner to get to work on his own top~.]
SMUT STARTS BELOW
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[He's a tad surprised but... Can't help but find it adorably endearing the way his voice heightens with his excitement~]
Heh... I've hardly touched you..~
[He teases as jittery hands make short work of his button up. He has a few nice bites and hickeys on his own neck... Most noticeably, a deep looking mark like something a vampire would leave... He had a collection of healing over scars aswell. On his back and hips.. But more than the marks was the hair. As his shirt slipped over his shoulders, other Jerry could see his thin body was nearly covered. Scruffy on his chest and arms, and a forest growing from beneath the hem of his pants that traces to his bellybutton... Jerry chuckles as his counterpart works off his pants, undoing his own belt-]
... N-need me to move to make it easier..?
*Jerry’s hair is more sparse, thick around his stomach and legs. What it lacks in density, it makes up for in coarseness and coils. The twisted brush trials down between his legs. Hidden beneath the brush, the soft slopes that surely mean there’s somewhere wet nearby. The run-off trickles into the landscape around it, nearly soaking through his boxers. The surface shivers constantly.*
“C-Could you—?”
*The thirst is undeniable as his counterpart’s pants finally fall to his ankles. The panting, the flushed cheeks — he's parched for even just a taste.*
“G-Gosh—”
[Jerry nodded and moved off him so he could probably get the last of his clothes off... while he himself kicked his pants off and away with the rest of his clothes, he was left in grey, loose fitting boxers, with a notable tent growing in them~]
[... Even as he moved, Jerry didn't want to be completely disconnected the other, hand wrapping around his waist and leaning in to press kisses to his shoulder.]
Mmn... J-Jeez, heh..~... S-so um... You... wanna get those off yourself or-
*It seems his partner isn't planning to let go, either. Even his love itself, outpouring from between his legs, clings to his thigh. Jerry’s fingers intertwine with his curls, taking in the soft feeling against his skin.*
“Oh, gosh, I was wondering when you would ask— yes, please—”
Mm... goodie~
[He softly chuckled and hooked both his thumbs into his partner's underwear, slowly slipping them off and down his thighs. As Jerry tossed them to the side, he carefully took stock of his partner's nude appearance, hands feeling up his hips to and tracing over his pelvis...]
Gorgeous...~
*Though most of the rolling mounds and valleys are covered in brush, one peak rises above. The apex crests from beneath its hood. It glistens, catching the sun from up above.*
“I guess he’s happy to see you…”
[Jerry softly chuckled, trailing kisses up the others shoulder to his neck as his hand snuck down to softly rub his peak~]
Mm... He's not the only one~
[He mumbled, tent straining in his own boxers still. His hands are gentle, and methodical. Quite skilled it seems~]
Mm... I'll take care of you~
*The realization that he’s yet to reciprocate hits him with a shock. He jolts forward, hands charged with surprising speed. The current travels down his spine, his thighs quaking with anticipation.*
“Oh — oh goodness — oh, sweet cheese—!”
[He softly yelps, startled a bit by his partner's sudden movements... only to giggle softly against his skin.]
Wow- Jittery aren't you~? Sensitive there?... precious..~
[Jerry teasingly grazed his teeth against his partners skin before he pulls away to look his counterpart in his face. He himself was flushed red, eyes lidded but.. Loving and affectionate~]
“I can’t believe it took me so long to…”*
Jerry’s gaze gravitates to the ever-so-magnetic source of the tenting. He can hardly even hope to pull his eyes away. His hand is drawn forward, caressing the underside of the shaft.*
“Golly…”
[Jerry shivers at the softest touch~ It stood tall in the messy forest of hair, just about 6 inches, and a good thickness aswell~ His tip already beaded some pre~]
Mhh~.... See something you like my dear treasure?... you look infatuated~
[He teased~]
“Oh, cheese and crackers, completely.~”
“M-May I—?~”
*With a gentle touch, Jerry beckons the other’s member between his legs. It finds its way snugly within his lips. There’s a pleased murmur as the tip kisses his entrance.*
Be my guest my treasure~
[Jerry encouraged as his partner guided him. He shuffled back closer to his counterpart as his leaking tip pressed against the others entrance... Jerry bit his lip, throbbing in anticipation.]
Mgh... C-can... mm..
[He somehow blushed deeper as he tried to make the words he wanted.]
... I-I wanna ask about.. A kink I h-have... Just... mgh embarrassing..
*Jerry’s own sounds are cut short. A moan becomes a surprised snort. It pitches into a confused hum.*
“Should I get the bandages?”
Mgh- N-no-...
... Maybe actually. But- Unrelated to what I was about to ask-!
[Jerry takes a deep breath as he struggles to keep eye contact.]
I... w-when we're doing this can-... Mgh... c-can you talk like I'm... gonna... b-breed you...
[He requested, absolutely glowing red.]
Y-you don't gotta! Of course- If you don't wanna- Iii just... kinda...
*His voice returns in the form of a polite giggle. It rings off the walls, a bathing the room in a pleasant resonance.*
“Oh, that? Simon and I used to do that all the time!”
“Though, it was a lot more… formal…”
[Seeing the other wasn't uncomfortable or against it... Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost cute how shy he was about saying it. The sweet laughing sound did help ease his nerves..]
Mm.. Alrighty.. thank you for indulging me...
. . . What do you mean by "formal" though?
*The shyness has shifted in Jerry’s direction. He wriggles to rub his neck. Suddenly, he can’t seem to get comfortable.*
“W-Well, Simon was always a shark of the coat, and sometimes, we liked to blur the lines of science and… other biology. He’d get on his gloves and coat and I’d get on my gown, and every once and a while, I’d get a… special check up…”
O-oh!.. Golly.. I see...
[Jerry mumbled as he got the picture into his mind... He shook it off after a moment, reaching out and cupping his partners cheek.]
Well... I'm a bit more in tuned to the... less clinical way myself~
[He softly hummed and shifted his hips, reminding them of their proximity. This was about them~ Jerry softly rested his free hand on the others thigh.]
Long as you're willing to indulge me...~
*Indulge him, Jerry does. His moans, rich and sweet, drips from his tongue — thick like honey, light and airy like cotton candy. Doughy middle glazed in sweat, dusted with a cherry blush, he’s a picture of decadence. Suffice to say, he looks good enough to bite into.*
“Ssshhhh — SHUCKS—”
[A delicious treat, all for him... The only one he desired in this moment~ Jerry lowly chuckled and licked his lips before leaning into his neck.]
Thaaats it... keep making those pretty sounds for me..~ So handsome, so sweet... So good~
[Jerry drags his tongue over his skin as his hips continued to softly rut against his slit. Teasingly, he didn't push it in. Not yet.... Jerry bit down where his shoulder connected to his neck, not as hard as he could... But there was a soft growl that vibrated against his skin~]
Mmgh... Mine..~
*Jerry has never been above begging. If he were to try to stand, he would be on his knees, anyways. His tail quivers, embracing the other’s hips.*
*He paws at the other’s arm, whimpering. The wide-eyed, pleading look is unmistakable.*
“P-Please— please, put it in—”
[He couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped him... the fond, almost teasing sound as Jerry gripped his partner's thigh harder.]
Mgh... Such a good boy... Didn't even need to ask to hear your precious begging~ My precious...~
[His voice took a bit of a lower register as he praised and teased him... a tone filled with affection... but also need and desire... lust~ With that Jerry slowly pushed his tip inside, sweetly moaning as he did~]
“WAAUGH—!!!”
*Desperation grows feral as they begin their mating ritual in earnest. Jerry secures himself against his partner, clawing at his back. His soft snuffles against Jerry’s neck are a steady, soothing blanket of sound. It’s a sharp contrast to the needy growls rumbling in the back of his throat.*
Mmgh..~
[Jerry was careful pushing in every inch, but not slow. He needed this bad~ To feel every inch of his partner~ Moans escaped his lips feeling the tightness around him, the digging of nails in his skin eager to leave marks... he was almost growling in his ear like a needy beast~]
Ahh- hah~
[As he slowly starts his thrusting, Jerry licked along the others neck before biting down on it again, much harsher, almost breaking skin.. He had enough control left to pull back and pepper it with apology kisses, but there was still that lingering message...]
Mgh~ M-Mine... My treasure~
*His inner walls hug tighter at the bite. They thrum with the beat of his heart. Every thrust is met with the soft embrace of his most tender flesh. Jerry nearly draws blood of his own. Jagged nails rake against his lover’s spine. It’s a heady mix of sudden pain and rolling tingles. Guttural groans and escalating huffs rise from deep in his chest, tongue lulling from his open maw.*
“Oh, pet, don’t stop — A-AH — YES — H-HARDER—!!! I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE—!!!
["Pet"... Now that stirred something deep in his gut... made his heart flutter and his need skyrocket~ He wasn't just this Jerry's "Button" now... He was his Pet~ His pet who was making him squirm and scream~ Who he was digging his nails into, making him hope they'd scar and leave marks~ Who he was begging to leave a mark for other objects to see~ Jerry felt like a flip had switched- He bit down again, this time cracking through the skin and tasting the irony ichor on his teeth~ Not only that, but his hips sped up~ Growing faster and a bit rougher~ His head clouded with lust and the most primal need~]
Mgh- h-hahh~ ah~ C... call me that again~~
*If the first Jerry feels cloudy, the other is in the stratosphere. His glasses, which are at a comically obsolete 180 degrees angle on his nose, are almost indistinguishable as glass beneath the thick condensation. The sheer heat of his body encompasses them in a muggy fog. Beneath the dripping lenses, his eyes are completely clouded over with ecstasy, tears of passion raining down his cheeks.*
“P-Pet, I’m s-so — ah — c-close—”
Mgh yess~ Yes yes yes- Ah~~!
[Jerry gasps, licking the blood from his wound before going up to sloppily kiss his cheek, leaving red marks like lipstick~ His movements became more jittery and slopy the closer he got aswell. Like an animal in heat.. he railed into his sweet perfect counterpart, needing to fill him to the brim~ Mate him and make him all his~]
Hahh~ F-finish for me~ Ah- F-finish for your good pet~ Mngahh Lemme breed youuu~ I-I love youu~!
*All at once, every muscle in Jerry’s body tenses. Then, he falls comes undone. Lust spills over onto his thighs. Sweat and blood leave slick smears across his chest. They objects, usually so tightly woven into his hair, have become strewn about his head.*
“Oh, Je-Jerry… you were a-amazing…”
Mgh- AH~!
[Jerry yelps and moans feeling the other finish and cum on hus cock~ He softly whines, snuggling back against his neck and snuggling his skin with kisses and nibbles as he rails into him for a bit longer, trying to find his own ecstasy~]
Nhahh~ Ahh- fff- Fiddlesticks-! G-get bred~ I-I love you I love you I-i loveee- MGH-~!
[Jerry squeals as it finally happens- He hilts inside the other, hips spasming as he fills him with warm seed. Jerry softly pants, basically going limp atop him. As he came down from his pleasure high, he continued to press soft kisses to his skin...]
P.. pet was good..?
[Jerry mumbled breathlessly, preening for praise. Looking down at him, his eyes were pricked with tears... he was kinda adorable~]
Mm... y-you were... Perfect..~
“You were perfect, pet.”
*It takes everything in Jerry not to drift off to sleep. His lids are in a constant state of fluttering. Yet despite his futile efforts, it’s the most relaxed Jerry can ever remember seeing him. At this point, he’s allowed his body to go slack to the point where it’s near indistinguishable from the beanbag. His words slump into a yawn. The softness of his body offers a perfect place for his lover to rest.*
[Jerry smiles, pressing soft kisses to his bitten up neck...]
Mm... G-good... I love you...~
[He softly mumbled. While his counterpart was about ready to pass out, Jerry still had a bit of lucidity to him... He moved a bit not pulling out yet, but reaching sluggishly to grab the blanket he had made for his valentines gift, aswell as the first aid kit from his cardigan... He pulled the blanket over them first, then started rooting through the kit.]
I'll t...take care of you... rest... though th-this... this may sting a tad...
*Each movement inside of him is punctuated with soft gasps and wriggles.*
“M-Mhm — n-not right now, button—”
*When he shifts once again, it’s to present his shoulder. It does little to help when each attempt to soothe the evidence of his passion results in Jerry flinching away from the other’s treatment.*
“SSSSSSSS—!!!”
