For some time \u2013 maybe seconds, maybe minutes \u2013 Ash just stared at the blank surface of the door in front of him, his heart hammering in his chest. The view offered him neither answers nor reassurance.<\/p>\n
He took a breath and tried to remind himself that he’d been invited here. It wouldn’t be an imposition<\/em> to announce that he was here, even if he had got to this spot a bit early. It might<\/em> be something of one if he let himself be late.<\/em><\/p>\n Another breath, and he glanced at his chrono. Despite the eternity that he felt like he’d been standing here, he was still a few minutes early \u2013 he hadn’t frittered away that<\/em> much time, at least. Best to get moving on this before he did.<\/em><\/p>\n Which would be so much easier if not for the contents of the little bag dangling from his tail, and just what his would-be host had said about this visit that prompted that package… but if he went down that<\/em> mental road, he’d probably freak out and bolt.<\/p>\n Instead, he stretched up on his toes to reach the door chime.<\/p>\n Ash was used to being loomed over. He wasn’t much more than a third the height of most people he met, after all. But no matter how often he encountered the figure who opened the door, Ash couldn’t quite get over just how much more he<\/em> loomed. It wasn’t that Thorn was all that much taller<\/em> than a typical human, but he was just so massive.<\/em> He was broad and heavyset, his legs thickened to support a denser-than-normal load of bone and muscle; and the spines that coated him made him look even bigger than he was.<\/p>\n So, yeah, Thorn loomed over Ash. A lot. And every time he saw it, except in the direst of circumstances and sometimes even then, it made Ash’s sheath feel tight. This time, anticipation made him shiver, and the mingled scents of sandalwood and clean masculine musk reached through Ash’s nose, right down his spine, and into his groin. \u201cUm, hi,\u201d he managed.<\/p>\n \u201cAsh.\u201d The big male smiled down at him, shaking his head. \u201cI wish you didn’t so often look afraid of me.\u201d<\/p>\n It was a wistful remark, not a chastisement, but Ash couldn’t quite keep back a twinge of guilt. \u201cNot scared of you,<\/em> exactly,\u201d he said, scuttling forward when Thorn stepped out of the doorway. \u201cWell, not usually, anyway. Scared of my mouth running off ahead of my brain and getting me in trouble, maybe. Again.\u201d He thought back to the day they’d met, the ill-concealed impatience he’d seen gathering in the bigger construct’s expression, and he quailed. \u201cI’ve already done that before, I don’t need to get myself on your bad side again<\/em> by being a babbling idiot, and… and I’m doing it again, aren’t I?\u201d Damn<\/em> it…<\/p>\n \u201cBabbling, maybe a little,\u201d said Thorn, sealing the door’s privacy lock. \u201cBut it’s all right \u2013 really. Just come in, and… heh,\u201d his muzzle quirked slightly, \u201ctry<\/em> to relax. I’m not really in a position to say you need to succeed.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, you?\u201d But as Ash looked up at Thorn, he could believe it. Shoulders tense and square, spines puffed up somewhat, the crest of them on his head lifted, tail shifting slightly. \u201cI… guess I didn’t think of that. Sorry.\u201d He reached up for Thorn’s nearest hand. \u201cI’m so used to thinking of you as a rock. Strong, tough, hard to budge.\u201d And almost unstoppable when he got going, but even Ash knew that wasn’t an appropriate thing to mention now<\/em> \u2013 however appealing he<\/em> might personally find it.<\/p>\n \u201cEven a rock can get worn down,\u201d sighed Thorn.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah…\u201d Ash’s gaze turned down to the subtly-textured surface of the floor. \u201cYeah, that’s true.\u201d And he remembered when that enduring strength had<\/em> come all too close to wearing away entirely, under the assault of the poison from that damnable bondsman’s collar.<\/p>\n Ash had been so afraid, in those horrible days, that he’d never get the chance to confess what had driven him to be such a nuisance. And then Thorn had recovered, and he still<\/em> hadn’t had the courage to come clean. Not to Thorn himself. Except by accident.<\/p>\n \u201cAsh…\u201d Thorn shifted, crouching down beside him, one big hand coming to rest on Ash’s shoulder. \u201cDon’t worry about it. All those awkward missteps between us \u2013 they’re all in the past, right? Both of us know better, now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHa.\u201d Ash drew a deep breath, straining to keep it steady. \u201cGuess you can read me<\/em> nice and easy, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n A smile flickered over Thorn’s muzzle. \u201cFrom what I’ve been told, you’re not used to keeping your thoughts wrapped up anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n That, Ash could not deny. After all, trying to cover up his frenzied longing was what had set him to babbling in the first place, that first day…<\/p>\n \u201cBut we don’t need to, hmm? We’re past the hard parts already. I mean, I did<\/em> ask you here because I’m fond enough of you to consider… well, more.\u201d<\/p>\n And that thought made Ash suddenly all-too-conscious of the package he was carrying. His tail coiled tighter around the strap. \u201cHeh… right.\u201d And he still<\/em> couldn’t quite believe he’d heard that right, even though Thorn had gone into enough detail to leave Ash panting with desire…<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you came prepared, huh?\u201d Delicately, Thorn’s stout claws scratched behind one of Ash’s furled-back ears. \u201cC’mon. Let’s get comfortable, and we can… see how things go.\u201d<\/p>\n Ash bit his lip. If he got any closer <\/em>to the guy, when he was here on that<\/em> kind of invitation, there’d be no way<\/em> he could stay modest.<\/p>\n But then, that was kind of the point, wasn’t it?<\/p>\n Thorn settled gingerly into the oversized armchair, and Ash hesitated. The last thing he wanted to do was come across as pushing too hard, too fast, and spoil things when they’d come this far…<\/em> But then Thorn smiled and beckoned him up. He swallowed, let go of his package, and hopped up to grab the chair arm and pull himself atop it.<\/p>\n And then he was gently redirected to sit not there, but right on Thorn’s thigh.<\/p>\n Being in contact with Thorn was an interesting feeling. The spines on his limbs lay mostly flat, so even if he hadn’t<\/em> had his shorts on, sitting on them would be a somewhat delicate, but not inherently uncomfortable, position. One just needed to keep still.<\/p>\n He was also warm. Ash, with his small body and the rapid metabolism that went with it, wasn’t used to feeling so much warmth from someone else.<\/em><\/p>\n It was a good feeling, though. One he could get used to in a real hurry if he let himself. Even if he did need to take care where he sat.<\/p>\n A heavy sigh emerged overhead. \u201cYou feel nice,\u201d Thorn rumbled, thick fingers rubbing behind Ash’s ears.<\/p>\n He was really<\/em> good with those big hands. \u201cSo do you, big guy,\u201d Ash murmured, leaning against Thorn’s chest, nosing into the coarse fur. At least there<\/em> he didn’t need to worry about perforating his snout.<\/p>\n A few more moments stretched out in awkward silence.<\/p>\n Oh, what the hell? They both knew what they’d met up for, and it wasn’t like Ash was in any way unwilling to explore that. Besides, if he sat there much longer, sooner or later Thorn was going to notice the tent in Ash’s wrap.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, um…\u201d He twisted a little in place, looking up. \u201cKinda silly, don’t you think? Sitting here like this, when we both know what I’m here for.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHeh… true. And you came prepared, at that,\u201d Thorn mused, looking back down at him. He took a breath to go on, but then stopped short, eyes widening a little.<\/p>\n Yeah, he’d seen it all right. Feeling a little giddy, Ash grinned up at him. \u201cGo on if you want,\u201d he breathed.<\/p>\n Ash had seen Thorn shove open blocked doors, overturn concrete slabs, and in general put a great deal of force on the world. Now, though, it was an entirely different side of him that showed \u2013 controlled, tender, even tentative \u2013 as he felt over the outline of Ash’s arousal. The base of it, still sheathed, made for a gently pleasant sensation.<\/p>\n When he got farther up, and cloth shifted against bare flesh, there wasn’t much gentle about it, and \u201cpleasant\u201d wasn’t nearly a strong enough word. Ash shivered, and didn’t quite manage to swallow a whimper.<\/p>\n Thorn’s fingers froze. \u201cGood sound?\u201d he asked, anxious.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, yeah,\u201d Ash panted.<\/p>\n Tentatively, those fingers drifted back down. \u201cThis doesn’t look like it can possibly be comfortable, though,\u201d said Thorn, tugging at the cloth.<\/p>\n Ash laughed. \u201cThat I’ll grant you.\u201d He started to reach for his belt, but the bigger man was already tugging it open.<\/p>\n And what a relief it was when the cloth unfolded, leaving Ash’s straining erection in the open. He leaned back against Thorn’s stomach with a sigh, arching up for just a moment to let the man tug the cloth out from under him.<\/p>\n Much better. Especially when Thorn’s fingers came to rest against the flesh just exposed, rubbing along its underside.<\/p>\n \u201cOn your frame,\u201d the big construct rumbled, \u201cthis is a rather… imposing piece, hmm?\u201d<\/p>\n At that Ash couldn’t quite keep in a nervous laugh. \u201cYeah, whoever put us together thought it’d help us be more people-like if we were, um, compatible with humans. I don’t know that anyone’s actually put it to the test, I just know I’ve got a few more ways to keep myself company than most full-sized folk.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, it’s certainly got me<\/em> intrigued.\u201d However large it might seem against Ash’s body, a six-inch length of flesh vanished quite thoroughly in Thorn’s grip as he gave it a squeeze.<\/p>\n Those hands… Ash shivered, leaning back against the bigger male, a groan slipping free of his muzzle. Of course, the firm heat he was feeling against his thigh didn’t make the sensation any less <\/em>powerful… \u201c<\/em>Glad you like it,\u201d he managed. \u201cThe thing’s a nuisance sometimes \u2013 especially since I met you \u2013 but that makes it all worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI do like it,\u201d Thorn breathed. His grip loosened, fingertips running along Ash’s length. \u201cI like it very much.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo I’m feeling,\u201d said some fey part of Ash’s brain. \u201cAnd I like that,<\/em> too. Maybe you should let it into the open as well, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo concerned with my comfort, huh?\u201d Under the teasing, Thorn’s voice was breathy, his eyes wide, almost fey.<\/p>\n At least the remark didn’t seem to have been a bad<\/em> one to make. Ash shifted himself to the chair arm so the other man could move and undress.<\/p>\n What soon came into clear view as Thorn sat back down was at first exhilarating. Sexuality hadn’t had much chance to be a big part of Ash’s life; he’d been this close to very few people, and none<\/em> of them had ever turned him on so much as Thorn did on a purely physical level. A glimpse of that flesh was an undeniable signal that this was really happening,<\/em> and that left him more than a little giddy.<\/p>\n Then he got a good look at it.<\/p>\n It wasn’t as big on Thorn’s frame as Ash’s was on his own, not by a long shot. And black skin showed less distinctly against black fur than pink flesh over Ash’s sandy coat. Nevertheless, it was at least half again Ash’s on any single dimension.<\/p>\n Ash hadn’t expected to be the bigger<\/em> of the pair, but something his own size would’ve been hard enough to deal with. Presented with the full scope of things, feeling the heat of it under his fingers, certain dizzy hopes for the evening changed from \u201cdifficult\u201d to \u201cprobably harmful.\u201d He swallowed hard.<\/p>\n \u201cAsh?\u201d Thorn murmured, stroking his ears. \u201cYou’re looking rather… blitzed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI guess I kind of am,\u201d Ash admitted. Damn it, he couldn’t even keep his ears from folding back. This was supposed to be a good<\/em> moment, here! \u201cSorry. I guess I kinda got my hopes up on something in particular, but…\u201d<\/p>\n Thorn sighed, rubbing behind those ears a moment, then stroking Ash’s cheek. \u201cToo big?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI’d<\/em> have been pushing ‘too big,’ honestly.\u201d Ash let his fingers trail down that back pillar. \u201cThis is… um. Way too thick. Gotta rethink things.\u201d<\/p>\n And it wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty he could<\/em> still do. Why was that one thing getting him down?<\/p>\n Thorn’s fingers slid under Ash’s chin. \u201cYou’d have done that for me?\u201d he rumbled.<\/p>\n \u201cAs much as I could take,\u201d Ash assured him, nuzzling at his wrist. \u201cAnd loved every moment of it. I haven’t had much<\/em> practise, but I’ve had enough to know that.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Thumb and forefinger rubbed along either side of Ash’s jaw. \u201cI’ll admit,\u201d the bigger construct murmured, \u201cI’m curious.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe I could put on a demonstration sometime,\u201d Ash said, and couldn’t help but chuckle. \u201cJust needs a couple props.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, that’s getting me curious, too,\u201d purred Thorn, \u201cbut that’s… not quite what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat…\u201d Between one word and the next, insight struck. Ash’s ears burned. \u201cWhat? You mean… Me? I mean, you?<\/em> Uh…\u201d Oh, damn it…<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cDon’t worry, Ash.\u201d Thorn ruffled between his ears. \u201cI’m not<\/em> going to call this off just because you trip over a few words when you’re surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n In spite of himself, Ash managed to cast a shaky grin upwards. \u201cOkay… okay. Time to rethink, as I said.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI’d have thought being the bigger one would make it easier,<\/em> all around.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI guess that makes sense,\u201d Ash admitted, but then those spines seized his attention. \u201cBut being pointy, not so much.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d Thorn actually drooped a little at that consideration.<\/p>\n Damn it.<\/em> \u201cHey, we’ll work something out,\u201d Ash assured him, casting about for something that would reinforce the point. \u201cI mean, porcupines manage to reproduce, and they’re even worse<\/em> off on that score. Just gotta take it carefully, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou think so?\u201d<\/p>\n Not for a hundred lifetimes would Ash disappoint the yearning in that query. \u201cIt’s okay,\u201d he said, putting on his best grin and tilting his head. \u201cI got this. But let’s take it somewhere with a bit more room, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n Which left him the time he was perching on Thorn’s shoulder, while the bigger construct took him and the bag recaptured by his tail to the bedroom, to try to think of how<\/em> it was going to work.<\/p>\n Confidence was all very well, but damn it, hadn’t talking big got him in enough<\/em> trouble with Thorn in the past?<\/p>\n Okay, so. Think of it like an engineer, he told himself. Thorn has spines pretty much everywhere but the front of his torso, his face, and his hands and feet. How is one to avoid getting pricked?<\/p>\n Minimize exposure to those spines. That simple, really. He could do this.<\/p>\n Besides, even if he didn’t show it much lately,<\/em> Thorn might still have trouble trusting people. Probably best to stay in his line of sight anyway.<\/p>\n Come from in front, then. Carefully. There, that wasn’t so hard a solution, was it?<\/p>\n Ash hopped down to the bed when it was within reach, turning to watch his friend \u2013 his lover? \u2013 settle onto it. There was just something about how someone with so much potential power could move so cautiously, so gently…<\/p>\n The bob and sway of his erection didn’t hurt in the least.<\/p>\n \u201cThat look on your face…\u201d Thorn smiled down at Ash, touching the smaller male’s cheek. \u201cIt’s… quite something, to have it turned my way.\u201d<\/p>\n Ash swallowed. \u201cSo long as it’s a good<\/em> thing,\u201d he managed. If Thorn enjoyed feeling wanted, then let him feel wanted; there was plenty of want to go around.<\/p>\n \u201cSo it is. New, maybe a little daunting, but it’s a good feeling.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood.\u201d Ash brought a hand up to stroke the one on his cheek. \u201c’cause if there’s anyone who deserves some positive attention, it’s you.\u201d<\/p>\n A soft huff of breath, the sort that might have turned into a chuckle. \u201cI’m sure you can make up for lost time. That’s a good thing,\u201d he added.<\/p>\n Ash hadn’t thought he’d even had time to register that remark, much less think of how it could be read as a sign that he was coming on too strong. But maybe Thorn was just running off of past experience there. \u201cIt’s a big task to live up to, but I’ll try. How ’bout you lie down and get comfy so I can get started, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n As Thorn was getting settled, Ash ran a hand along his side, down to his thigh. The spines lacked the barbs that some of their like could have, and they lay mostly flat; going that way, Ash’s hand met no impediment, and the spines rustled faintly under his fingers as they clicked together in succession. Pausing about halfway to Thorn’s knee, he put a bit of pressure the other way, carefully catching just a few of those spines; they were sharp against his fingertip, but catching a few like that, they bowed under the pressure rather than piercing.<\/p>\n Still, this was going to take some care. Those spines didn’t run all the way up to Thorn’s hips, not enough to threaten his or Ash’s most sensitive anatomy, but they came pretty close.<\/p>\n In due time. For now, Thorn was still looking rather wide-eyed and anxious. His breaths were still slow and measured, but his normal breathing was distinctly slower still; this was definitely getting to him.<\/p>\n Excited was good. Anxious, not so much. Time to de-escalate things.<\/p>\n \u201cRelax,\u201d Ash crooned, shifting up along Thorn’s side until he could stroke the bigger hybrid’s jaw. \u201cNo pressure, all right? Just being close to you like this is great \u2013 no need to fret over the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n Thorn chuckled over Ash’s wrist. \u201cYou’re reassuring me,<\/em> now?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEveryone needs someone to lean on now and then,\u201d Ash protested. \u201cEven if I’m not much for literally<\/em> leaning on…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGoing back to the figurative \u2013 I think you might be the only one who doesn’t know how strong you really are,\u201d Thorn murmured, ruffling between Ash’s ears. \u201cBut you<\/em> don’t need to always be a rock either, hmm?\u201d<\/p>\n Come to think of it, hadn’t Ash’s brother told him something like that, not too long ago? But in the moment, that wasn’t who he wanted to think about. He grinned upward. \u201cRight now, the only rock I’m concerned with being is rock-hard.\u201d<\/p>\n Thorn’s breath caught, his fingers stilling. \u201cBeing found attractive is… not exactly something I’m used to,\u201d he admitted.<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d said Ash, \u201cI hope it’s easy enough to get<\/em> used to, big guy, ’cause I don’t think I could ever make myself stop.\u201d<\/p>\n There wasn’t much to be said that they hadn’t already, really; maybe that was why they fell into silence, save for Thorn’s deep breaths and Ash’s lighter panting. And then a low, barely-audible groan as Ash’s fingers slid over Thorn’s strong chest. He shivered a little at the feel of muscle shifting under his hands, but kept going, working his way down, until he was sitting by Thorn’s hip and caressing his stomach.<\/p>\n At least the big construct wasn’t ticklish. He was, however, responsive; when Ash’s fingers finally met that black pillar and slid along it, Thorn’s deep groan was a delight.<\/p>\n Ash kept up that gentle stroking, determined to let Thorn get used to it before he moved on. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when Thorn started fondling him in turn, one massive hand enfolding the entirety of Ash’s oversized length. But if Thorn was unfamiliar with sex, he didn’t much show it; in mere moments he had Ash squirming and whimpering, and no more did he need to ask to know that those moans were good sounds.<\/p>\n Thorn’s utterances were themselves so low and soft that Ash had to puzzle over them, but not enough so to keep his hands from their task. And by the time he started wandering farther afield, he felt he had a good grasp of them.<\/p>\n The sharp gasp as Ash felt down under Thorn’s balls made him pause for a moment, but the rich moan that followed was all the reassurance he needed.<\/p>\n \u201cI… hadn’t expected it to feel nearly that good,\u201d Thorn confessed some moments later.<\/p>\n \u201cWe don’t just do it for the other guy’s sake,\u201d Ash confirmed, grinning over at him, still massaging gently. Then he couldn’t help but laugh. \u201cI say that like I’ve got so<\/em> much experience…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEnough to show me<\/em> some interesting things already,\u201d Thorn challenged.<\/p>\n Again, Ash grinned. \u201cWant me to keep going, then?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease do.\u201d<\/p>\n Such mild words… if they hadn’t come out fast enough to trip over Ash’s query, he might have missed the eagerness behind them.<\/p>\n This was it, then. No stalling. Or at least, no more stalling than it took to grab the discarded bag, fish out a squeeze bottle, and lube himself up.<\/p>\n \u201cLet me know if it gets uncomfortable,\u201d Ash warned as he knelt \u2013 very carefully \u2013 astride Thorn’s thick tail.<\/p>\n \u201cI’ve got a very<\/em> high pain threshold, Ash,\u201d Thorn reminded him.<\/p>\n \u201cThere’s a difference between something not hurting and it feeling good,\u201d was Ash’s retort. \u201cAnd if you’re not enjoying it, this isn’t worth it. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n Thorn didn’t do \u201cmeek\u201d very well, but the attempt brought a smile to Ash’s muzzle all the same.<\/p>\n Trying not<\/em> to think about the spines so close to his balls, Ash eased himself into place, leaning on Thorn’s thigh with one hand and cradling his slick length with the other. Cautiously, he started to bear forward.<\/p>\n He needn’t have worried. Thorn was snug against his glans, but parted readily enough, emitting a moan of unalloyed delight. One massive hand bunched up the sheets; the other splayed over Ash’s back, urging him forward.<\/p>\n Well, who was he to complain?<\/p>\n He had to be careful \u2013 his legs were against Thorn’s far enough down that those spines were all too palpable. But not so<\/em> careful that he couldn’t enjoy the heat wrapping around his length \u2013 that he couldn’t lose himself, for just one moment, in bliss.<\/p>\n The next thing he knew he was in, leaning right over the bigger male, his tail writhing behind him like a pinned snake. Thorn’s tail was in motion as well, albeit more gently, spines rustling against the sheets. The heat of his shaft pressed against Ash’s chest, its plump head right there in front of his muzzle.<\/p>\n Who, in his situation, wouldn’t<\/em> take a taste?<\/p>\n As with his scent, some of Thorn’s taste was recognizably masculine \u2013 not just the musk, now, but the salty tang of his slickness. And then there was the scent that was distinctly his,<\/em> the rich aroma of sandalwood mingling seamlessly with all the rest. It was a sensual scent even at the most pressing of times; now, it was overpowering.<\/p>\n Heavy groans washed over his ears as he rocked against the bigger male, as he ran his hands over Thorn’s stomach and the hot pillar of his arousal, as he kissed and licked over that broad cockhead. Strong hands roamed over his upper body, thick, blunted claws scratching behind his ears, all of it urging him on.<\/p>\n There was so much going on that Ash completely lost track of his own pleasure until it was right on top of him, ripping a cry from his lungs and making the room spin around him. He shoved in as deep as he could, panting, shooting a pent-up load deep in as the other male held him close, stroked his sides, and murmured praise and reassurance and words of delight to wash over his ears.<\/p>\n Climax receded, and he abruptly became very<\/em> aware that he had, in fact, pushed in too hard. Apparently not for Thorn’s sake, but definitely for his own. He couldn’t quite suppress an \u201couch\u201d as he leaned back.<\/p>\n \u201cAsh?\u201d A measure of alarm was suddenly in Thorn’s voice.<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s okay, I’ll be fine.\u201d Ash waved off his concerned hands. \u201cJust pricked my leg a bit, nothing worse.\u201d<\/p>\n It was silly, really. He’d got that<\/em> far without incident \u2013 got himself in place, got his cock in, all of it \u2013 and only in the very last<\/em> motion had he screwed it up. He couldn’t keep himself from laughing, even as he drew himself free.<\/p>\n Not that he was done,<\/em> but he didn’t want to risk another such interruption.<\/p>\n \u201cYour turn, now,\u201d he said, leaning over Thorn’s waist and grinning up at him.<\/p>\n He wound up pretty much sitting on the bigger construct’s chest, leaning over that spit-slick ebon pole, licking at everything he could reach and stroking more of it still. The shivering under him, the moans behind him, kept him going \u2013 but oversensitive the man was not.<\/em> It was with some guilty relief that Ash heard his moans suddenly escalating, and truly knew he wouldn’t need to plead fatigue and break off.<\/p>\n Moments later, Thorn cried out, arching up off the bed hard enough to lift Ash with him, and a gout of hot, sticky seed coursed out of his bucking length and over Ash’s tongue. And another, and a good number more \u2013 how many, Ash didn’t count; but it was delicious, and it was just what he in his post-orgasmic haze needed.<\/p>\n He stayed there for some time, until Thorn’s breaths had settled to their usual slow rhythm and his shaft had drooped in Ash’s fingers, and he let the latter rest against Thorn’s stomach, sliding off of him and into the inviting curl of a strong arm.<\/p>\n \u201cWorth it?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u201cWorth all of it. All the work, all the crazy nights… all the uncertainty, all the things we’ve done here.\u201d Thorn nuzzled between his ears. \u201cWorth a poke on the leg?\u201d<\/p>\n Ash laughed, reaching up to press a hand against Thorn’s cheek. \u201cBig guy, that would’ve been worth a trip to the infirmary if I didn’t want to make your<\/em> night perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf there’s any way to make it better,\u201d Thorn sighed, \u201cI don’t have the faintest idea what it might be.\u201d<\/p>\n And that seemed to be about it, really. Their muzzles met in a light kiss, and Ash settled in against Thorn’s side \u2013 favouring one leg, yes, but for comfort like this, that was a small price to pay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" He’s two feet tall, slight and long-tailed, built for delicate tasks. He’s six foot seven, heavyset, a hybrid of skunk and hedgehog, built to be an imposing bodyguard. 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