ummmmm, okaye guys, this is half a thousand words of NSFW Waterbae with a very normal pillow talk where Flambae acts very sane, very normal and not at all jealous. Very dialogue-heavy too, btw.
They pant, lying side by side, cum slowly dripping out of an abused hole in a kinda gross sensation.
-So, how was that for your first time, Wetboy? – he doesn’t turn, blush subsiding on a face split with a wide grin.
-Uh, great!.. maybe? I –haah - I don’t, really know.
The grin no longer present, he still doesn’t turn, but casts a side eye at the other.
-What do you mean you don’t really know, we just had sex. Was it not great?
-I-it was! It was soo, uh, cool. I mean, nice or, errr, go- great. Yeah..
Now they are both looking at each other from the corner of their eyes.
-Then what the fuck was that earlier? – a less agitated grumble, appeased by the stuttering praise.
-I, um, I had- it’s not my f-first time? With somebody or-or men specifically, y’know.
A silent moment passes, the room becoming more humid by the second.
-WHAT?? But you're… what?!?!
-Sorr… I’m sorry? I-
Placating hands raised do nothing against a fiery heat of a gaze borring into his face. Herman doesn't know if this is the cause of pressure rising inside his head or was it a sudden shift in volume.
-The fuck didn’t you tell me earlier, bitch?
-Uh, I was- my mouth was kinda b-busy?..
-Yeah, no shit! Before that!
-Before, you didn’t ask- asked before!
-RUGH!
A strangled yell followed by a sound of a very wet body falling off of a bed.
Whatever, the bed wasn’t even that tall. He had half a mind to ask now, but the thought of hearing Waterboy of all people talk about some other men while in his bed where he just got his mind blown by a supposed virgin didn’t sit right with him. With a head in his hands and loose hair covering his expression, a low mumble escaped:
-So me holding your disgusting clammy hand and walking you through the whole… deal was all for fuckin’ nothing.
-N-no, it was- I told, it’s cool, cool and.. sweet? I just thought you like being- bossing me around. Like at work.
A grimace overtook his hidden face at the mention of what had led them to this mess. He focused on regulating his breathing.
-Do you… Are you really- seriously upset that I’m not a virgin?
Herman doesn't even try to stand or get back up onto bed, instead peering over the edge of the covers with his damned puppy eyed look.
He kind of was. On behalf of at least half of his wet dreams as of recently being total flukes.
But when put like that it sounds incredibly stupid, so he said nothing in lieu of hoisting the wet fuck back up and tucking the gangly body into his side.
-Should’ve figured it our earlier, s’all. – the gruffness of his voice was supposed to make up for his mind incapable of conjuring a single good barb right now.
A quiet settled over the room once more, Waterboy snuggled further into his chest.
-Does that mean… we could, maybe, again? W-would you want to?
Just as he turned surprised gaze to the face smushed against his chest, a hand on his waist tightened, bringing him into contact with a certain something poking his hip. A bewildered cackle escaped him as Herman ground his half-hard dick against him once more. His own dick twitched.
-You little sex pest… Fuck, lemme rest and then you’ll show me what tricks you’ve been hiding up the sleeves of your eye-sore of a suit.
