{"id":315,"date":"2012-02-17T15:18:49","date_gmt":"2012-02-17T19:18:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/?p=315"},"modified":"2012-02-17T15:19:01","modified_gmt":"2012-02-17T19:19:01","slug":"negotiation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/one-shot\/negotiation\/","title":{"rendered":"Negotiation"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cWait, does it truly feel unpleasant?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The speaker sat back on his heels, eyes widening in surprise \u2013 and, given that \u201cit\u201d was something he’d just been asking for, a touch of remorse.\u00a0 It was a thing he’d thought so basic, so elementary, that the notion of someone disliking it hadn’t crossed his mind \u2013 but that was no excuse. With a lover, any lover, assumptions were never wise.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, no, not as such.\u201d The Tiki held up his hands in a placating gesture. \u201cI’m not put together quite that<\/em> differently from the next man. It’s tolerably pleasant, I’ll grant.\u201d He stared out the window, at the clouds drifting past the moon, and sighed; his bushy tail swept around and settled over his knees, and he let his hands sink into rusty brown fur. \u201cIt… simply hasn’t ever been enough for my full pleasure. For me to reach my peak in someone, there’s always this fuss and difficulty of adding other sensations.\u201d Varonel ducked his head, ears folding back. \u201cI’m sorry, that sounded frightfully shallow. It’d be worth it for you; I suppose I’m still not quite accustomed to having a regular lover again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no. It’s quite all right.\u201d Sakren shifted himself to the cushions beside his lover, draping his arm about the Tiki’s shoulders and one red-trimmed black wing over the man’s back. \u201cIt’s better to know, than to think you shared my contentment only to learn it wasn’t so. And,\u201d he smiled, \u201cit feels fine enough for me that I’ve no objection to being the, ah, giving party most of the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

In spite of the moment’s tension, Varonel managed a smile. \u201cYou’ve certainly proven that.<\/em> Root and bough, but you’ve left me feeling stuffed \u2013 I think your manhood could feed a man for a day, sometimes!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sakren laughed, his ears flushing, tilting back.\u201dWell, that’s not within my control,\u201d he murmured, \u201cso I’m loath to rely upon it.\u201d He gave the Tiki’s shoulder a squeeze. \u201cHere’s something that is<\/em> within my control, though. Indulge me in this tonight \u2013 satisfy my own<\/em> ache to be filled now and then…\u201d He cupped\u00a0 his hand under Varonel’s jaw, leaning in to whisper into his ear, \u201cand when I fill you in turn, I will show you the stars.\u201d<\/p>\n

Varonel bit his lip, trembling. \u201cYou mean… fly with me? And make love at the same time?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes,\u201d Sakren breathed over that quivering ear. \u201cLet the rhythm of my wings stir my heat inside you, let your seed scatter over the forest as mine plants deep inside you \u2013 would that satisfy you, repay you for some fuss and fumbling, dear lover?\u201d<\/p>\n

Varonel was shivering throughout that recitation; at the end, he whimpered. \u201cBy the Great Tree,\u201d he moaned, \u201cyes…<\/em> but, Sakren…\u201d His tone sobered and grew anxious. \u201cIsn’t that… a trifle much the other way? Vrelan could only bear me up for a short time, and that only with difficulty, at great need. Certainly not enough for…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cVrelan is a Vhark, and small among them,\u201d Sakren pointed out. \u201cThe Kethrain were made<\/em> to fly, and fly strong. And while I’ve not the potency of some of my brethren, I can ease the pull of the world upon you.\u201d He brought his other hand in and down, fingertips encountering the rigid heat of the Tiki’s arousal. \u201cAnd though it is work, yes, and takes more concentration than I wish to put into our play all that often… it’s not without its rewards, feeling this<\/em> come to life in my grasp. So… shall we begin, my dear?\u201d<\/p>\n

Varonel answered by turning and pinning him to the cushions, and from there the night only got better.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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