HI! This is one of my more recent NSFW fics I've written w my and my friends oc! I have a large stockpile of fics i plan on posting here, mostly OCs but some fandom related! I'm still very much happy with this one though and it was my first time writing this specific kink!
Sunlight hadn't even begun to filter in through the curtains yet, but here Jean was- groggily coming to terms with being awake. A weight rested against his side, pinning one of his arms to the bed. What was it, five am?
His eyes slowly blink awake, rubbing his face with his free hand, slowly turning his head to see what was pinning the other. Through the dark of the room, he was easily able to make out the back of the furry lump of a horse next to him. Ah, right. Haven.
He sighs. Shifting slightly. Starting to feel a little- uncomfortable? Like there was a pressure in his lower half he couldn't get rid of. But Haven wasn't sleeping on top of him…
Wait. Huh? Oh no.
His eyes flash open fully, dread slowly creeping into his chest. His free hand slips under the covers, trailing down his body until he reaches-
Oh not again.
The second his hand brushes against his straining erection he jolts slightly, glancing over at Haven in hopes he didn't wake up. Of course he didn't, Haven slept like the dead.
It throbbed between his legs, annoying and growing slightly painful. Jean tried to think about anything other than what was between his legs. He couldn't just- jerk off! He was still in bed with Haven; it just felt…wrong to do that. And he couldn't really get up, Haven still had his other arm pinned.
So his only option was to lay here and will his morning wood to go down.
His free hand grips the sheets, legs shuffling again. Ugh.
A few minutes pass while Jean tries to think about anything unsexy. Paperwork. Sitting in his office bored. More paperwork.
He was still hard as a rock. It was becoming a bit insufferable, the heat traveling up his spine, flushing through his entire body.
Turning his head back over, he stares at Haven's back. If Haven was awake this wouldn't be an issue, knowing that horse he'd grab Jean's dick before Jean could even think about it.
But Haven was asleep, and Jean knew better than to wake him up this early. It would be a death sentence.
He stares at Haven's back, eyes tracing the patterns in his fur. Ears twitching at the sounds of soft snoring. Tail twitching thinking about how badly he wished Haven to wake up right now.
His erection seemed to be thinking the same thing with how it throbbed the more he thought about Haven. Eyes trailing downwards, the covers resting against Haven's hips obscuring his vision.
An old conversation suddenly replays in Jean's mind about the previous time he had woken up horny with an erection to match. Jean had tried to ignore it best he could, same as he was doing now- It sucked. It was painful. When he tried to get out of bed he had woken up Haven who was very- very frustrated about being woken up so early.
After taking out his frustration on Jean’s dick, Haven had made it plenty clear that Jean had his consent to…
To…
Jean can feel his entire body flush again, heat pooling in his gut.
He had Haven's consent to fuck him when he was sleeping.
If Haven was going to be woken up early, Haven made it clear it was to be like this.
Jean hadn't taken him seriously in the moment, vehemently against the idea initially. I mean- why would anyone ever- that would just be so-
Embarrassing? Strange?
Staring at Haven’s back, Jean is conflicted. He did have Haven’s consent but- what if it wasn't serious? Or Haven got mad at him if he actually did it? It made him nervous.
He hums and haws, turning on his side. Hand tentatively reaching out to gently stroke against Haven's side. He felt Haven's breath sigh beneath his fingers, still fast asleep.
There was a sudden part of Jean that really, really, wanted to fuck him. He attributed that to his morning wood. But Haven looked and sounded so…peaceful. It was cute.
Maybe- hm.
Maybe if he just…fucked Haven's thighs instead? It wouldn't be as…bad? If Haven woke up then Jean wouldn't get as chastised as much then, right?
He did have consent. But it still made him anxious. He wishes he asked for more clarification back then.
Trailing his free hand down to Haven's hip, he massages there briefly, still trying to mentally decide if this was OK. Normal people didn't do things like this, right? Usually you'd want your partner to be awake, right? So why would Haven even give him consent for this-
But he *did* so…
There's a quiet noise that rumbles from the back of Jean's throat similar to quiet whine. He should just forget this, it was too risky. It was stupid of him.
Before he could roll back, Haven pushes back against Jean in his sleep, back flush against Jean's chest and his ass rubbing right up against Jean's strained erection.
Jean has to bite his tongue from yelping, hand gripping Haven's hip tightly. His hips shallowly thrust unconsciously, the big cat wincing at the pressure against his groin. It felt…good to finally have *something*. It felt…really good. A brief relief to his aching dick.
His hips slowly move, rubbing his still-clothed dick against Haven's ass. Jean lets out a shaky breath, it was something- but it wasn't enough. A damp spot began to grow against the fabric of Jean's shorts, dick practically weeping for proper relief.
Haven still hadn't woken up.
Maybe a bit of rubbing would be fine. It didn't hurt anyone. It wasn't so- serious.
Jean pushes back the covers, hand stroking Haven's thighs. There's a deep sigh from the horse, Jean's ear twitching at every noise and movement from his companion.
Hand trailing back up to the waistband of Haven's shorts, he contemplates. No, no, that would be too far.
Instead, Jean quickly pulls down the waistband of his own shorts, just enough for his dick to spring from its confines. He shudders as it's released, his hand briefly finding its way to it.
He pumps it a couple times, tentatively, eyes still locked onto Haven's back. Jean's body shudders, craving more than just the brief touches Jean afforded. He wanted- Haven. Of course he did.
It was Haven after all. Thoughts of Haven's wet folds around his dick plague him, the sounds of him moaning and wet smacking as balls hit skin. Oh it lingered in Jean's head for so long. Haven's appetite for sex was near insatiable, yet Jean found himself complying with Haven's wishes.
It was just- Haven was just so…addicting. That's how Jean would put it.
If he could, he'd eat Haven out for breakfast everyday. Not that he enjoys admitting to those depraved thoughts. It's rather embarrassing after all.
Plagued with these thoughts, Jean simply couldn't help himself any more.
He positions himself behind Haven, the tip of his dick pressed against him. His hand slipped between Haven's thighs. It was warm, his fingers massaging the skin through Haven’s shorts. He lifts Haven’s leg briefly, pushing his dick between them.
Jean lets out a heavy sigh of relief as he lowers Haven's leg, encasing his dick between the warmth of Haven’s thighs. His hand moves back to Haven's hip to keep them both steady, fingers rubbing against the fur.
It doesn't take him long to slowly start thrusting, the pressure of Haven's thighs against his dick reminiscent of something more. He keeps thrusting, forcing himself to take a slower pace than he usually would. Still not wanting to wake Haven, trying to be oh so careful.
Precum leaks from the tip of his dick, staining Haven's shorts. Jean pushes up against the horse, burrowing his face into Haven's neck. There's a rumble of sleep, a mumble of something incoherent, and Jean freezes. Before quickly resuming when he realizes Haven was still deep in slumber.
He doesn't notice his fingers slipping under Haven's waistband. An unconscious habit he'd say. They trace against Haven's hip bone, dipping further, trapped between Haven's wet heat and the thin cloth. Jean tentatively rubs against the folds, hips still thrusting into Haven's thighs. Surprised by how wet Haven was- despite being asleep.
There's a shudder from Haven, and Jean pauses again. Yet Haven does not wake.
Jean finds Haven's clit, wondering briefly if it was possible to make someone cum if they were asleep. He teases it between his fingers, hearing Haven's breath shudder.
Haven held a pillow between his arms, suddenly clenching it just a bit tighter. Jean took notice.
Oh Seer this wasn't enough.
The friction against his dick was nice, but every time he thought he was going to peak- it plateaued. He couldn't get off like this.
His fingers swirl against Haven's clit again, feeling Haven unconsciously push into the touch.
There's a moment of pause, seconds of internal deliberation before Jean slowly pulls back, his dick protesting at being pulled out from the warmth of Haven's thighs.
Tugging at Haven's waistband, Jean pulls them down enough for him to push his dick back between his thighs, now rubbing up against Haven's wet heat.
Oh, *oh…* That felt even better. Jean thrusts again, his dick getting coated with Haven's slick fluids with every thrust. He could feel it throb against him with want, his dick teasing each time it thrusted against it.
An unconscious whine quietly rumbles from Haven's throat and it nearly pushes Jean over the edge.
He thrusts into his thighs more frantically, like he was actually fucking Haven’s pussy. Using his hand, Jean pulls Haven's hips back into him, meeting himself on every thrust.
Haven's breath grows increasingly heavier, Jean's ears carefully flicking, listening to every change. Somehow, miraculously, Haven was still asleep.
It made Jean want to see just how far he could go without waking the horse.
Haven did say Jean could…
Jean lets out a silent groan, the tantalizing object of his desires there for the taking. He couldn't help himself, could he? Not now, he had already gone past the point of no return. Might as well go all the way.
Pausing to position his dick better, Jean licks the fur at Haven's neck, not letting himself bite down. He pauses briefly, pushing the tip against Haven's entrance, feeling them both throb with the same want and desire.
Then he thrusts into Haven, his dick sliding in easily- Haven already wet enough. Jean bites his tongue to keep from moaning, however Haven wouldn't be able to stop the unconscious groan tumbling from his lips.
Jean could feel Haven throb around him, warm and wet with need. Jean pulls back out slightly only to push back in, starting a slow rhythm. He lets out a shaky breath, finally, oh finally.
His hand travels up, wrapping around Haven to pull him closer, hand gripping him tightly.
The speed of his thrusts increase, Haven's fluids dripping and coating Jean's dick and hips. The sound of wet slapping echoed in the quiet room, Jean using Haven to his heart's content.
He thrusts deeply, growing more comfortable with every thrust. Haven still not waking. So Jean increased his pace more and more. Enticed by the unconscious noises that kept falling from Haven's lips.
Arms tightening against the pillow, Haven had taken to softly panting. It was so-
Jean couldn't get enough of it. He was drunk on the sounds. He could feel something coiling hot and heavy in his gut.
Oh he was so so close.
He squeezes Haven, feeling the clench of Haven's walls around him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He thrusts harder now, as if trying to force himself as deep as possible into the horse. It was so wet, so hot, so so tight.
He couldn't help himself.
He bites into Haven's shoulder, thrusting deep inside the horse as he feels his balls clench and his body explode in pleasure. Haven clenched tight around him as Jean’s cum shoots deep inside of him, milking Jean for all he was worth.
Haven's entire body shudders violently, letting out a loud noise as he seems to cum in tandem, coating both of their lower halves in his fluid.
Jean shallowly thrusts a few more times, letting the rest of his cum shoot inside of his slumbering companion. Pushing it further inside him, marking him from the inside.
Jean slowly comes to a still, dick still inside of Haven, gently licking where he had bit. Both of them were panting, sweating, and hot.
Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, and Jean could feel his body finally relax.
That is, until a groggy voice breaks the blissful silence.
