The both of them were standing, motionless, with dead expressions on their faces. In Nailo’s small city row house, street lamps burned phosphorescent light through the walls, peeling into the room and blanketing over their bodies with a cold blue tint. A candle, sinister and odorous, accented a yellow glaze natural to Nailo’s thick, golden fur. Seiko remained encased in shadow, outlined by the street lamp’s dominant luminescence.
Their nude bodies halted time, ceased motion, and gripped reality’s conformities and squeezed.
No need existed for either to gander and stare at the other’s exposed self. Each knew each other to the concealed core often overlooked by themselves. An intimacy ran between them, caressed their characters to bliss, digging far below the six feet under norm and delving into greater matters. It was the intimacy of the lover who remained by the side of his love while the latter was faint with stomach sickness. It was the intimacy of the mother who visited her homicidal son in jail with just as much love as ever. It was the intimacy of creation, of the birth of a child into tender arms.
They loved each other, and no nebulous, satanic force could ever dream of murdering that love.
With eased grace and confident poise, Seiko traversed the infinite half steps toward Nailo, his face gloriously revealed more and more with each step, the glint of the candle highlighting Nailo’s magnificent body bold within his eyes. Stopping barely the final infinity away, he glared with heavy thought into the nature of Nailo’s being, reading his life in the pages of his eyes, seeking a sentence in the present tense saying “I want this.” Nailo, in turn, screamed the words as he pressed his soft body firmly upon Seiko’s. Their energies exchanged, heat and sweat blending into one figure, one body. Nailo’s arms tucked under his lover’s, pulling their waists tightly together. Seiko crawled his hands up those fragile arms, eventually grasping a tender neck and exploring vibrant red hair.
Easing together at sub-bullet-time speed, their mouths opened naturally, without force or need for muscle movement, and sealed together with a small gasp of shared escaping breath. Eyes eased closed, they shared in tongue play, navigating the sweet orifices of each other’s supple mouth. The room remained silent, save for the occasional escaping breath of air or wet pop of temporarily separating lips. Their heated erections pulsed horribly against one another’s stomach, beating with the pace of the heart. The space barely closed between them even burned with the red of the candle flame, illustrating with shadow the beautiful curvature of their most private attributes.
Nailo, taking a dominant force not common to his usual role, pressured his mate backward until the cups of his knees bent unwillingly after meeting the bed, causing him to drop to a seat on the mattress. Their mouths refused to separate, and Nailo climbed on his knees onto the bed, guiding his hands up Seiko’s grooved back and around front to be holding him near the underarms. Seiko allowed his hands to trail down, cupping around his lover’s firm hind-side and pulling upward, supporting him. Bodies finally separated, Nailo’s sensitive ring was pressed upon by Seiko’s stiff flesh. No entrance was made, nor was intended, but the little contact experienced caused Nailo to breathe in hard, merely emitting a censured moan.
Their lips and curious tongue finally departed, leaving a temporary void, regrettable to say the least. Equally, tired eyes opened to the good morning sight of each other’s fatigued but handsome face. Nailo, after a short eternity of optical language asking for his mate’s trust, slid gracefully off the mattress, still seated on his knees, but now on the floor. Seiko stared down with his usual innocence, humbly showing that his lover didn’t have to do it. Desiring the action, lusting for it to happen anyway, Nailo quietly licked his lips and engulfed Seiko’s member, throbbing with life in his mouth.
Seiko’s first reaction was an unclear and jittered gasp, his head falling backward and his arms set up to support him as best they could. Nailo spared no expense in his oral pleasantries, not merely pleasuring with the simple methods of his mouth, but introducing defined tactics with his tongue and the added effect of the tickling fur of his hands. Repeatedly, as he pressed his head forward to accept more of the mighty organ into his throat, his tongue dug firmly up against the sensitive underside of the circumcised penis, spawning tremendous sensations. While pulling away, his tongue would repeat the motion, but less forcefully to allow an easy sucking to pull on the loose but taught skin. His hands merely aided in that effort, adding more area to the effect of his sexual retribution.
Barely able to sustain himself at all under attack by the talents of his lover, Seiko placed his hand upon the groove of Nailo’s ear where it seamed into the rest of his body, and fervently held back his lover’s head, mouth and tongue. At first, Nailo stared up in despair, fearing he’d somehow insulted or hurt the sensitive emotional build of his mate. Seeing a tender smile in return, all bets were off, all superficial terrors lost.
Neither wanted the night to end.
With a gentleman’s hand to tour his lover up to the bed, Seiko helped lift Nailo onto the sickeningly comfortable mattress, wrapping his arms around his stomach and dragging them both down to lay on their sides. Intricately playing with the luscious brown patch of fur accenting the chest to the crotch of his already beautiful coat, he traveled slowly down Nailo’s stiff, yet comfortable body until the obvious destination was reached. Primarily only softly feeling along the textured bottom edges of Nailo’s member with the lower part of his fingers, Seiko progressed to involve more and more of his hand onto the various regions of that one area, pressing his thumb down upon the not so stiff head of the penis and grazing his hand with continually increasing pressure onto the firm shaft.
Seiko, quite attentive and contemplating his moves to please his lover, grinned with a humble satisfaction as Nailo’s body fell into absolute ecstasy and his eyes closed. Every now and again, those eyes would scrunch with his face, an involuntary spasm of the muscles due to nerves being on ends. The relaxed, open mouth, however, clued to the true level of complacency Nailo felt. Seiko’s other hand, formerly still toying with the fur of his lover’s stomach, fell lower to the thigh, gradually sliding its way to the soft under-point of the body, and finally clasping Nailo’s tender jewels, squeezing them with immense care and caution, desiring only to magnify, and not destroy, the experience.
If no further preventive measures were made, Nailo would have lost himself and prematurely ended the euphoria yet to come. He took his mate’s hands from his private arena and brought them to his chest, combining every bit of strength left in him to cancel the inevitable climax. Those hands were taken to his chest, where Nailo’s own hands wouldn’t let go. Seiko understood his lover’s position, respecting and admiring the strength so prevalent in him. For minutes going on to eternity, they lay together in the bed, again flush against one another, nearly prepared to succumb to ever tempting sleep. Nailo, recognizing the decline in drive, alarmed Seiko as he turned to face his mate. Both could merely stare into each other’s heavy, fervent eyes. Seiko’s still shone bright with the candle, just as Nailo’s fur burned with that heavenly glow. They kissed several brief meetings of the mouth, hardly able to move, but still so full of the fuel of eroticism that neither could stand the temptation. No search for acceptance was required, no hunt for the OK signal in the omni-lingual eyes. Lust was the common link, bridging their thoughts over the massive expanse of 10,000 miles of separate experience. Love was the universal bond holding that bridge together, never permitting its collapse.
Nailo, as if some drone or servant fully aware of his master’s wishes, rolled onto his back, opening his legs wide and to the sides, exposing his susceptible entrance to cold winds and raw elements. His hands acted as supports, grasping his thighs as a pre-emptive measure. Seiko, in turn, lifted his body up from the bed, resting on his knees and wetting his hands to moisten his dry skin. Satisfied, he turned to face Nailo, slowly crawling his way into place. Caring not to cause any measure of pain to his lover whatsoever, he again wet his fingers and moistened Nailo’s equally dry ring, entering his finger into the space to ready him. Both parties prepared, both parties nervous, Seiko set the start of his wide shaft at the center of his target, placing only enough force to keep the two solidly together before the initial thrust. He leaned forward and supported his upper body by setting his arms on the bed on either side of Nailo’s head, just above the shoulders. Suddenly feeling guilty, Seiko sought a final showing of mutual acceptance to his following actions. The tender smile on his lover’s face told him all he needed to know.
Delivering immense force, but invading as slowly and comfortably as possible, Seiko dug his longing flesh into the soft, moist innards of Nailo’s stomach. Despite trying to prepare beforehand, He could feel his skin torn back fiercely, barely able to imagine what Nailo were feeling at the same time. Both held their breath, sucking in air with a high pitched sound signifying pain. Their facial expressions were nearly identical, both in intensity and in form. Once within his lover to the point where his lower stomach was pressing onto Nailo’s own member, Seiko held still, refusing to continue. Both let go of their breath, panting and gasping for air. Simultaneously, their eyes opened, but with Seiko displaying his earlier guilt and Nailo in a unique type of ecstasy. A few brief moments, and the pain died on both their parts, falling below them, six feet under. The first words of the night spilled from Nailo’s quiet and soft mouth.
“It’s okay. Go on.”
Reverting to the most basic and primal instincts left within his ancestral genomes, he mated with as much dignity as could be spared. With every ferocious pump, Nailo was pressed up the bed, his waist lifted from the mattress and his satisfaction growing by the nano-second. Their eyes again shut tight, retaking the facial grunt figure of anger and reverting to normal, only to be again transformed. Noticing, with a certain self-disappointment, that he had been offering his lover no retribution, Seiko lifted one hand from the bed and encased Nailo’s enflamed flesh, massaging the skin with every thrust. For him, his lover’s body within was moist and tight, conforming to the exact shape of the interloper within. The one deformation, a grand mound pressing hard against the bottom of the penis, was the very gland delivering Nailo his most immense pleasure. Nailo could feel the tightness inside, the stretch and pressure of his innards. For every glorious graze along the gland Seiko made, he felt a sudden surge throughout his entire body, every nerve reacting except his brain. That was left up to other things.
Nailo felt his climax reaching the boiling point, screaming to escape the confines of his sodomized body. Mumbling a silent moan per pump of seed spat from his body, he came to the point at which his bodily was exhausted and could not continue to function under fatigue. Warm, creamy semen spilled from his member, coating his stomach and chest, sponged by the newly moistened fur. Some remained to leak upon Seiko’s hand, who in turn released the no longer throbbing organ, licked his hand quickly clean and pursued to run that hand through Nailo’s bright, bodied hair. His own climax wasn’t far.
Barely seconds after the end of Nailo’s submission to nature, Seiko emptied himself into his lover’s stomach. Hot seed flooded Nailo’s insides, enlightening him to a new sensation, one that brought the homey feeling associated with butterflies to life. Tired, exhausted, and no longer capable of supporting himself, Seiko fell to the side, sliding out from his lover quickly and without pain. The both of them could but lay together, panting, sweating the bed to be soaked. Nailo could feel his mate’s life spilling from his hind-side, soiling the bed. He didn’t care. He was soaked, himself, anyway.
Seiko turned to the side, again facing his Nailo as he did earlier in the night. Nailo did the same. The night was a sensual revelation, a testament to the sincerity of their love for one another. Taking each other into one another’s arms, they slept to the tender sounds of each other’s breath.
The candle still shone in Seiko’s eyes, and still illuminated Nailo.