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Outside of town, there stood a wooden shed surrounded by trees and other sorts of greenery. Various flowers blooming under sunlight, the soft breeze causing them to dance in place. An innocent scene unlike what was happening inside the shed.

Behind the wooden door with multiple metal locks to keep it closed, there were two figures… conversing , in a sense.

"You wanna keep the bag on or… ?" one of them asks, trailing a clawed hand across the paper bag and sticky note.

They were slim in means of build, sitting on the bigger figures lap with a noticeable smile on their face.

Yes, face . The two had flesh for heads, the only difference was that one of them had a paper bag over their head while the other was completely bare.

"Ah'll keep my bag on fer now." The other one responded, raising a hand to hold the clawed one's hand. 

He rubs a thumb across their knuckles, feeling the roughness of their skin.

They let out a hum as their lion-like tail wagged in excitement. 

"I want you, Norm." They admit without any hesitation, a tone of need in their voice. It caught Norm off guard for a split second before he let out a chuckle.

"Hold yer horses, Gingi. Let's take this nice n' slow."

Gingi pouts, using that cute face adorned with stitches and patches of flesh. It should be disturbing but Norm was used to it, knowing this is just part of Gingi.

"Oh, don't give me that look."

"But come on, Norm! We didn't bust our asses walking over here to not fuck."

"Ah didn't say we weren't gonna have our lil' fun, sweetie. Just that…" he raises a hand towards their face, cupping them and caressing their cheek with his thumb. He trails the line with stitches, feeling the texture under his touch.

"...Ah like to take my time admirin' ya'."

Gingi purrs in delight, almost melting under his touch. They pressed their face against his palm, completely touch starved, their tail wagging even more intensely. 

"Cute." Norm hums.

He looks at them up and down, admiring them just like he said. Gingi was slim and looked scrawny from a distance but up close they had some muscle here and there, cherishing their back muscles by running a naked hand up and down against their spine, earning another purr from the cryptid, and snaking his hand down against their shorts- or what remains of it, of course.

They weren't so fond of clothing, only depending on the one piece of fabric hanging around their crotch and rear tightly while forming tears around the thighs. Like some sort of fashion statement. 

Norm never saw it as a problem nor was he entirely bothered but ever since he and Gingi got more… intimate, well, he couldn't help but let his eyes rest against the way the fabric hugged their rear.

He gives a quick squeeze against the fat, earning a small breathless 'oh' from Gingi.

"So much for taking it slow, hm?" They teased.

"Shut yer mouth." 

They laughed a little before feeling another squeeze, making them bite their lip from the feeling of Norm touching them like that. They feel his hand run down against their thigh for a moment, feeling it and even testing their patience by dragging his palm against their inner thigh, making them shudder.

" Norm… " they whined, tail thumping against the nearby wall made out of wood.

"Just a lil' more, darlin'... I promise."

He stops his hand against their inner thigh, pausing, before rubbing the back of his thumb against something soft under the tight layer of fabric.

Gingi shudders once again, falling forward and planting their face against Norm's shoulder. Grinding desperately against his hand, they earned another squeeze against their rear.

"Let me take care of ya', okay?" Norm asks in a deep voice, one could imagine his half-lidded eyes underneath the paper bag.

" Please –" Gingi purred, claws gripping against the space suit that Norm's currently wearing "-I need you. I need you in me, please, please, please-"

They looked at him with pleading eyes, needing him to press his body against theirs.

A moan was heard from them when they felt Norm rub his palm through their pants, feeling something growing tighter down there. 

Norm's touch alone was driving them crazy! Gingi was sure they were losing their minds when Norm pressed a finger against the fabric, pushing deeper, teasing what was under there.

"Oh my fuck , Norm– you–"

"Keep sayin' my name like that, Gingi…"

Oh .

The way Norm said that in such a husky voice made Gingi warm inside.

" Norm ," they reached their arms out and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him closer "I want you to fuck me, Norm."

Straight to the point, as always.

The cowboy lets out a steady exhale, feeling a familiar warmth across his hidden face. He was obviously blushing, the doodle on the yellow sticky note says so.

He pokes around down there, outlining a noticeable bulge against Gingi's shorts and hearing them let out another moan beside his ear.

He rubs his palm against the bulge, hearing another moan come out of the aroused cryptid. They moved their hips and grinned against his palms, their knees shuddering, and tail wagging excitingly.

They could simply cum right here with Norm's hand rubbing through their pants but he stopped, wiggling a finger underneath one of the tears of Gingi's shorts, and pushing his hand up until he felt something wet against the tip of his finger.

" Ah -" Gingi grinned, feeling Norm tease against the wet slit underneath the erect base. It was soft, a bit sticky, and amazingly warm .

Norm slides his finger up and down, outlining the slit along with the folds, feeling how wet Gingi had become.

Another elicit moan from the cryptid and Norm used his other free hand to stroke their back.

" There we go…" he grins under his bag.

Gingi makes the sweetest of sounds whenever they're not gargling lake water or trying to scare off a boar. Whenever they say his name in that shaky voice, almost close to edging, trailing off to another moan… it was ecstatic, in a sense.

He wanted more of that and so he pushed his middle finger against their slit.

This caught Gingi off guard for a moment, a quick yelp was heard from them and Norm stopped, hoping he didn't hurt them or anything.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw Gingi's face full of delight, eyes closed yet a noticeable smile was on their face, a soft hue of blue spread against one side of their cheek and the other barely visible due to the patchwork of different flesh.

Knowing his partner wasn't hurt, he continued moving that single digit deep inside. The soft walls hugged his middle finger, almost sucking him in with need; he continued to move at a slow pace as Gingi moved their hips against his hand.

Acknowledging how Gingi was breathing loudly and the look of bliss on their face, Norm let his middle finger slip in until it hit his knuckle, feeling something wet drip onto the back of his hand.

The cryptid tightened their grip against his space suit, tugging and kneading. They let out a shaky sigh, feeling Norm curl his finger ever so slightly, his palm pressing flat against the base of their erection that twitched at the touch.

Eventually, he pulled his hand away and Gingi whined.

Norm chuckled at the response before moving his hands to their hips, his thumbs sneaking under their shorts and that's when Gingi realized what he was doing. They mimicked his actions and quickly pulled down the only piece of fabric that was against their body.

With sloppy and rushed movements, they threw their shorts away as if it was garbage, not caring where it landed.

"Ya' didn't have to do that."

"Shut up."

He hums, watching Gingi get back to position; kneeling in front of him. They were bare down there now, their erect member poking out. It reminds him of the male genitalia found in lizards, just that lizards tend to have two; the way Gingi's looked was curved slightly as the base had soft spikes poking out, creating this sort of small knot-like appearance. Right below it was a noticeable slit, in-between the minora labia. A vaginal opening that begged for Norm's fingers to make its return, a translucent fluid dripping down like honey.

Norm happily obliges to the silent request, two fingers pressing and rubbing against the spoked base of their reaction, causing Gingi to thrust their hips against his hand, before Norm trailed his fingers down back to the slit.

They were so wet and hard, they needed Norm so badly.

Gingi felt his middle finger push against their soft ring hidden in-between the labia before being followed by another finger. They felt him push inside and spread them out ever so gently, letting his wrist do the work while Gingi threw their head back in delight.

" Fuck … Norm, just like that– yes ."

Norm digs his fingers deep, curling them, he wanted to find a certain spot that he knew was in there… somewhere. He let muscle memory do its magic as he thrusts his fingers in and out before–

the cryptid let out a loud gasp, eyes shot wide as a smile formed on their mouth.

" Found it ." Norm says with a hint of pride as he rubbed the tip of his curled fingers against that spot.

His partner's knees were shaking and the grip against his shoulder was almost equivalent to a death grip, the cryptid was savoring the feeling of Norm pressing nature's pleasure button. Their tail wagged and thumped against the wooden wall near them in ecstasy, showing their excitement.

"Oh my God ," they gently bit their lip, looking down to see Norm's hand before looking back up to him. "Keep doing that, Norm, please …"

"Feels good, right?"

They frantically nodded their head.

He laughs for a moment before pulling them close with a free arm wrapped around their lower back, getting a good angle for him to thrust his fingers in and out of them at a fast pace.

Not only that, in this position where Gingi's stomach almost pressed itself against his clothed chest, he didn't feel like he was straining his arm. He could keep fucking Gingi with his fingers without cramping his upper arm.

Surprised by the change of pace, Gingi wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him close, letting his head rest against their shoulder before moaning loudly.

Oh, they could feel their tail wrapping itself around one of Norm's arms in anticipation. It was embarrassing, for a moment, but it happily expressed its want for Norm just like how Gingi was doing the same with that flushed look.

If Norm wasn't wearing his bag then he'd be flustered as well with how charming they looked right now. He never thought he'd be so enchanted by a stitched up green cryptid who wore a phone head as a sheath to hide their actual flesh head. 

They tightened around his fingers, almost quivering, Norm took this as a sign that they were close. It would also explain the fact that Gingi was practically drooling against his right shoulder.

That's gonna leave a stain on his space suit.

He pulls his fingers out and Gingi lets out a disappointed whine.

Inspecting his fingers, the translucent fluid formed sticky strings as he spread his fingers.

"Why'd you stop ?" They huffed, clearly annoyed.

"Didn't wanna end the fun now , darlin'."

Norm wipes his hand against Gingi's sides, causing the cryptid to roll their eyes and huff. However, that look of annoyance soon shifted to curiosity as they watched Norm work his hands to remove his leather bandolier off of his shoulders. After that, he unbuckles his holster and puts it aside along with the bandolier adorned with ammunition.

The cowboy pauses for a moment, giving Gingi a quick glance before moving his hand up to unzip his space suit.

The look of anticipation was written on Gingi's face, the way their pupils dilated in interest the moment the zipper went lower and lower, revealing Norm's bare body underneath.

Norm was big in means of built, had a soft gut and great upper body strength. A generous amount of body hair all over his chest along with a noticeable scar over his collarbone.

Gingi clenched their jaw tightly, mesmerized at the sight before Norm snapped them out of their little trance.

"Yer gonna just gawk at me or do ya' wanna help me out?"

Blinking and processing, Gingi nodded and helped Norm remove the top part of the suit, letting it fall and hug around Norm's hip. All that was left was the bottom part but it seemed they haven't reached that yet.

Throughout the process, Gingi couldn't tear their eyes away from Norm's body. The smell of sweat and gunpowder filled their nose, a hint of pine as well.

"You're so hot." They blurted out.

Norm doubled up at the sentence, shaking his head slightly at how cute Gingi was.

"Ah'd say the same to ya', sweetheart."

He runs a hand up to their face and lets them rest their cheek against his palm, purring at the touch. He uses a finger to push a strand of hair away from their eyes.

The cryptid hummed, giving Norm's palm a kiss while their gaze continued to linger against his collarbone. They wanted a taste but first…

"Can I bite you?"

"Hm?"

"Can I bite you? Gently, of course."

Norm thinks about it for a moment, an extended hum coming from him. Gingi had left bite marks here and there from their past sessions, along with claw marks against his back. There was some sort of adrenaline boost from the marks that Gingi made on his body, making him want to return the favor tenfold by making them cry out his name like a prayer.

"Ya' promise to be gentle?" 

Gingi clasps their hands together with a wide and promising grin.

"Promise!"

Norm rolled his eyes under his bag, obviously smiling as well before putting his hand down.

"Alright, alright. Ya' can stop droolin' over it now."

The cryptid's tail wagged even harder, a soft thump against the wooden wall beside them. They eagerly leaned over to press a kiss against his shoulder, earning a shudder from the cowboy which is then followed by a soft exhale.

They kept littering his neck and shoulders with kisses, almost hungrily. The cryptid trailed a hand down against Norm's chest, feeling the hairs of his body before moving a little to the left to press their palm against one of his pecks.

Norm just lets out a soft groan, feeling their lips and the front of their teeth against his shoulder. It didn't take long for him to feel something warm and wet against his neck.

Gingi lets their tongue glance against the skin, tasting the salty sweat and texture. They trailed down towards his collarbone before pressing their lips again, sucking against the wet skin to form a lovely bruise.

Norm makes a noise in response, it wasn't discomfort but was merely surprised at the speed of things. Gingi was quite impatient.

They continued doing this repeatedly while letting their hands roam and explore his body, almost testing the waters by working their long tongue up to his jawline which included lifting the paper bag ever so slightly before getting their hand swatted by Norm.

Nonetheless, Norm let out a moan as Gingi pressed their teeth against a good chunk of his flesh. Not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave teeth marks.

Lovely teeth marks.

Oh, Norm would look so good with their marks. Make him all riled up so that when he pins them against the nearby wall, he'll do them so good to the point they might not be able to remember their own name.

He was delicious and Gingi wanted a taste of him, creating another mark against his shoulder. They could feel him reach out to rub their back before giving their rear another reassuring squeeze.

They hummed in-between the biting and kissing, pulling away to admire their work. 

How beautiful. Very very beautiful.

Love bites and light bruises made by those sloppy wet kisses, all decorated around Norm's neck and collarbone. He looked out of breath from Gingi's attempt to devour him– in a sense, obviously flushed by the act.

He lets out a breathless laugh before looking at the proud cryptid.

"Didn't know ya' were that hungry fer me."

"Can't help myself, Norman," Gingi leans against him with a seductive smile "You're just very delectable."

With that, they used a free hand to lift the paper bag up just a bit to reveal more of Norm's neck, pressing a soft kiss against his Adam's apple. No biting nor sucking, just a kiss.

Norm hums in satisfaction, causing vibration to run against his throat. 

They pull away from him, still smiling sweetly at the cowboy. The man adjusts the paper bag back into place before looking up to them, smiling a little to himself before running a hand up against their face and pressing his thumb against their lips.

"Ya' know, pardner," he starts while using his thumb to part their lips.

"Ah never thought I'd end up seein' myself with you like this."

This earned him a questionable look from the cryptid.

"Not that ah'm complainin' or anythin', darlin'." He reassures, pushing the tip of his thumb against the gap of their mouth until he feels the front of their teeth.

"Jus' that… after all we've been through– after all ah've been through, ah never knew that ah could still feel this kinda closure with someone so…"

"Me?" Gingi answers softly, feeling his thumb still pressed against their lips; hesitantly.

"Yeah," He chuckles "someone like ya', Gingi. So good n' everythin', can't get enough of ya'."

This causes the cryptid to blush as Norm slowly inserts his thumb into their mouth. The first digit in between their teeth, the tips of their teeth pressing lightly against his nail before he kept pushing.

"How do ah even begin ? Ever since ya' took that phone model off of yer head, I couldn't tear my eyes away from ya'. That look on yer face was just so… charmin' . Yer easy on the eyes, darlin', ah want ya' to know that."

Gingi looks at him with that kind of look that says 'go on…' while biting gently against the first joint of his thumb.

"Wanna know what ah'm gonna do to ya', Gingi?"

Gingi makes a small noise, excited to know what Norm's gonna do to them. They could feel him move his thumb again, parting their mouth ever so slightly.

The man leans forward, a cocky smile drawn over that sticky note for a face. 

"Ah'm gonna take my sweet time with ya', sweetheart. Goin' off nice and easy, don't wanna end it too soon."

Gingi lets out a small moan against his thumb, feeling him move the digit against the inside of their cheek.

"But who knows…"

He presses his thumb against the roof of Gingi's while using his pointing finger to push down against the bottom, parting their mouth wide open to get a good look. The cryptid's hot breath against his knuckles along with that look of anticipation on their face.

"Might play a lil' rough if ya' want me to. Ah still remember the last time we did this, rope tied around ya' oh so beautifully, got ya' beggin' on yer knees for more. Like yer in heat or somethin'."

He examines the inside of their mouth, the rows of sharp teeth and their tongue resting flat on the bottom. He hums to himself before using the same hand to poke against their tongue, earning a small 'ah' from Gingi before moving his hand to pinch the base of their tongue ever so lightly.

"But nonetheless, pardner ," he says in a low and comforting voice, watching Gingi moan against his hand.

There, he gently nudges the tongue so that it's lolling out of their mouth. Eyes entranced with that look on Gingi's face;

Half-lidded eyes, a blush spread across their face, tongue hanging out loosely with some drool on Norm's fingers, a look of ecstasy , and it was no denying that Norm was getting hard from this sight.

"Ah'm gonna take real good care of ya'."

He lets go, making them gasp as they swallow the pool of drool that was forming at the bottom of their mouth.

Norm looks down to see their own member twitching, needing attention as some sort of fluid was peaking out at the tip. He chuckles and runs his cryptid saliva coated fingers against the base which made Gingi shudder in delight.

"Oh my fucking God –!" Gingi squeaked, almost shaking at the touch. 

"Ya' alright?"

"Yeah, yeah– I'm doing great , Norm." They lean against his touch but he pulls away.

"That's enough hands-on work fer now."

He adjusts his position, lifting Gingi up and setting them aside. The cryptid whined impatiently.

"You're killing me here, Norm. Come on!"

"Hold on, darlin'! Need to do somethin' real quick."

He gets up while his hands tug against his clothed waist, adjusting the space suit until he's able to pull it down more. Letting the suit fall after a few more clicks and zipper pulling, he carefully removed the space suit and set it aside without damaging it. He was left bare besides his boots, which he didn't mind at all.

The cowboy turns around to see Gingi staring at him with wide eyes, eyes focused on– oh.

"Don't act like it ain't the first time ya' seen it." He laughs, a little flustered at the reaction.

"Nah, man, I'm just looking at it respectfully and hungrily"

"C-c'mon, Gingi. Jokes after ah gave ya' that dirty talkin'?"

"Comedy relief in the middle of sex isn't a mood killer."

"Ah… er, ah suppose that's true."

He runs a hand down against his gut before stopping at his V-line, noticing the base of his cock now fully erect. He gives a few strokes while glancing at Gingi's direction, seeing them fix their sitting position by getting onto their knees.

Their tail continues to wag excitedly at the sight of Norm's ' second firearm ' as they called it. It was… quite the name.

Either way, Norm got closer until his crotch was right in front of Gingi's face, the head of his cock just inches close to their lips. Equivalent to hand feeding a hungry lion.

Gingi, having learned what self-control is, merely licked their lips while glancing up at Norm. The look they were giving him almost made Norm buckle over at how innocent those eyes were.

"Ah'll let you take this one, darlin'." He reassures, seeing Gingi's eyes lit up as they smile.

Their hands shot up to rest against his hips while they used their long tongue to do the work, the organ ran across the base of Norm's length before circling around the tip, pulling against the foreskin.

Norm lets out a small groan, watching their tongue dance against his cock and pumping it lightly with that wet and soft organ. Gingi was smiling throughout the ordeal, clearly excited to finally have a taste.

They ran their clawed hands against his gut, feeling the trail of hairs. It was a nice feeling, especially with how warm Norm was against their skin.

With strings of saliva forming between their tongue and Norm's length, they immediately engulfed it with their mouth. Lips hugging around the cock while sucking lightly, earning a moan from the cowboy. His hips stuttered a little at the action, the length twitching inside their mouth and pressed against the walls.

They looked up, seeing Norm leaning over and pressing a hand against the wooden wall behind them as support, not wanting to fall on them.

Gingi hummed, vibrations sent around the length before they continued to pull their head back and then plunge right forward, feeling the tip hit the back of their throat.

"Gingi–" Norm bit back his own groans, watching Gingi move their head against his member.

The wet sounds emitting from the cryptid filled the shed, tongue still wrapped around the length inside their mouth. Norm trusted lightly into their mouth, not wanting to hurt them in the process. Gingi just moaned at the action, pushing the length deeper into their throat.

The tight walls hugging the member like a welcoming hug was enough to make Norm let out a loud moan, hips shaking at the sensation that was driving him mad. Gingi was good with their mouth; let it be good dialogue banter or sucking good dick– almost hungrily. 

The cryptid had a death grip against his hips, giving his rear a squeeze just like how he'd squeeze theirs. Norm rolled his eyes at the action but he was too drunk with pleasure when Gingi suddenly dipped their head low until their nose almost touched the bottom of his gut.

His length now budging against their tight throat, the sudden warmth almost catching Norm off guard. He clenched his hand into a fist, pressing the top of his head against his own arm while pushing deeper.

Gingi, unphased by their throat being filled to the brim, looked up to him with half-lidded eyes while catching a good whiff of his addicting scent.

Sweat, gunpowder, a hint of pine; so recognizable. So Norm .

"Dear Lord, Gingi–" Norm shakily sighed out, "are- are ya' even breathin' down there?"

Gingi hummed again, more vibrations against the tip of his cock. The cryptid finally pulled back, ever so slowly, tongue tasting the base of Norm's length before they reached the tip.

A wet noise could be heard, Gingi sucking against the sensitive part which was the head of Norm's member. Norm shuddered at the sensation, a free hand shooting down to give them a reassuring pat on their head.

"G-good Gingi."

How cute of him to say that.

Gingi continued to move their head, pressing his base against the inner walls of their cheek, tongue hugging the cock and coating it with more saliva. It was to the point Gingi was drooling both there and down there .

Their slit was producing more arousal fluids than they usually needed, strings of honey-like substance dripping down and almost leaving a stain on the floor mattress they were on.

They reached down to touch themselves, coating their fingers with said fluid before focusing on their twitching member, pumping it in rhythm with their head movement. 

"Yer really enjoyin' this, a-are ya'?" He grunts, feeling Gingi use their other free hand to gently massage his family jewels.

Even for a cryptid with clawed hands, they knew how to be gentle.

The stimulation was making Norm sweat more, tugging against their hair and thrusting his hips, gently fucking their mouth as they continued to indulge their mouth onto the length.

Oh, this was very nice.

Gingi wanted nothing more but for Norm to go deep and fill their throat, giving them a big load to swallow. Maybe a generous tip by letting out strings of his seed against their face just so they could lick it off and see his reaction to it.

There was something about how flustered Norm gets whenever they act shamelessly lewd, the way he'd tilt his head down as if he's trying to hide that blush-coated look.

It was adorable at how bad he was at hiding it.

Norm wasn't uncomfortable at how vocal Gingi could be about wanting to be railed into oblivion, no, he had stated that it wasn't discomfort but more or so that he had never had someone want him so badly like that.

How could Gingi not want him? He was the perfect space cowboy they have ever laid eyes on and currently said space cowboy was fucking their throat oh so good .

"A-ah… Gingi–" Norm huffs, hand still on their head.

Gingi hummed in delight, touching themselves while bobbing their head onto his cock. The length twitched inside their mouth once more and the hand on their head continued to tug against their hair, almost as pleasurable as them touching themselves.

Norm's hips stuttered forward, his length hitting the back of their throat again before his hand pulled Gingi's head back and off of his cock. 

With their mouth wide and tongue out, the member was fully coated with their own slobber while leaving strings of it against their lips. Their mouth seemed to salivate and Gingi simply swallowed it all down, looking up at Norm with those half-lidded eyes.

Their own erection continued to twitch and throb, begging for attention.

"That was–" Norm took a moment to compose himself "-amazin'. You were amazin'."

Gingi just grins back at him.

The man lets go and slowly gets down to his knees, using a free hand to push Gingi down until they're lying against the floor mattress the two were on.

They didn't protest at all, no, clearly excited for this part of the act. Almost instinctively spreading their legs open so Norm could get a good view of their lubricated slit and throbbing member. Norm noticed how wet Gingi had become, running a hand down between the lips of their slit, costing the tip of his finger with that honey-like fluid.

"Ya' ready?" He asks, positioning himself until he's between their legs. His hip leveled with theirs, the tip of his cock just inches away from pressing itself against their awaiting entrance.

Gingi, without a moment of hesitation, nodded.

"Just fuck me silly, Norm."

"How lewd." 

Norm chuckles before leaning forward, using an arm to upper himself while using the other to rest against one of Gingi's legs. He presses the tip against the slit, feeling how wet they were. It was amazing how soaked they were down there, their own fluid acting as perfect lube.

Gingi was smiling wide, feeling some sort of heat form at the bottom of their gut the moment Norm pressed the tip against their entrance, barely pushing in nor stretching them out. They spread their legs even wider, making more room for Norm.

The size difference between the two didn't go unnoticed, Norm acknowledged that Gingi was smaller than him and even despite the countless amount of times Gingi has reassured him that they were fine, he was still careful.

He didn't want to hurt them at all, he cared deeply for the cryptid.

His train of thought was cut short when Gingi let out a low moan, feeling himself press deeper and now engulfing the head of his cock inside of them. It slipped in with ease from how soaked they were, the flesh stretching around him and almost begging him to sink in deeper.

"A snug fit…" Norm cooed, slowly pushing himself deeper.

Gingi let out a small gasp of relief, finally scratching that itch the moment Norm stretched them out inside. They could feel his cock twitch inside, almost like a heartbeat, causing them to dig their claws into the mattress under them.

"Ya' okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine– oh, fuck , keep going…"

"Will do."

Norm let out a small 'oh' as he was now fully inside them, his crotch now planted against theirs, feeling Gingi's erect member against the bottom of his gut. He was amazed at the sight under him, seeing the faint outline of his cock bulging out ever so slightly while Gingi was absolutely loving the feeling of getting filled.

That look of ecstacy was almost intoxicating. 

The way Gingi's inside hugged him in the most comforting hug ever, the warmth and sloppiness was almost close to addicting. As said before; a snug fit.

They stayed like that for a moment, giving ample time for the two to prepare themselves. The two were panting at the feeling, Gingi letting out small huffs and moans at every twitch inside. Oh, Norm fits inside them like a hand in a glove.

"Move…" they breathed out.

Norm nods, he places a hand against their hip while he proceeds to move  watching his own length now coated in Gingi's fluids pull away before he sinks right back in with a wet sound.

He groans, feeling the head of his member press against something soft. He watches Gingi arch their back and let out a trailed moan, tail snaking up his arm and wrapping around it.

"Yer beautiful…" he blurts out before moving again, starting at a slow pace of going in and out.

He runs a hand over their stomach and onto their chest, watching Gingi make such lewd noises from Norm's thrusts.

Their eyes landed onto him, making eye contact, and Norm almost melted on the spot on how he could sense the love and admiration coming from that single look. Gingi smiled back, snaking their hand up to his, intertwining their fingers together and letting Norm press his hand against theirs.

There was love and care put into this, every single movement had love and care .

Norm leans forward, head against their shoulder, picking up pace at this position as Gingi wrapped their legs around his torso. He could hear their moans right beside his ears, feeling them kiss his shoulder in-between those lewd sounds.

"Yer so– yer so good , Gingi. So amazin'..."

He presses himself deep inside them, feeling them tighten around them. Their legs quivered around his torso, almost pulling him close at every given thrust.

" Norm… " They murmured.

"Yes?"

"M-more... I need– I need more of you. Please, please, please –"

Another gasp was heard, Gingi let their head fall back against the mattress. Norm reaches a hand up to their face, caressing their cheek and wiping away a bead of sweat off of their forehead.

He shushes them gently, still moving his hips in a rhythm so comfortable to this very intimate moment between the two.

"Ah'll give ya' everythin', darlin'."

Norm continues to speed up, the sounds of their sex filling this wooden shack. Away from the prying eyes of the public. Just a moment between him and Gingi . 

They felt so nice. Norm had never felt such pleasure like this in a long while, feeling their hands linger against his back. 

Gingi lets out a small noise, tail wrapped around Norm's arm. They felt so full and so good, it was the best feeling they've ever experienced.

Suddenly, Norm stops and sits up. He adjusts his position while snaking his hands under Gingi's back, gently lifting them up. This took them off guard but they quickly adapted, now sitting on his lap with his cock just midway inside of them.

Norm gives them a reassuring squeeze against their rear, causing them to purr in response.

"God, Norm, you're driving me insane…"

Gingi places their hands on Norm's shoulders as support before sinking down onto his length, biting their own lips to hold back another moan.

Norm sighs at the feeling, watching Gingi sink down until they're pressed against his crotch fully. They moved their hips gently, wiggling around, watching Norm's illustrated face on that sticky note show absolute pleasure.

They raised themselves up and then fell back down with a loud slap, feeling the head of his cock hit deep inside which made them moan. The cryptid bounced on his lap, his hands holding their hips and lightly thrusting upwards into their sex.

"Gingi–" Norm groaned, watching them pick up pace.

"Holy fuck , you're so big." Gingi huffed in delight.

Another squeeze against their rear.

"Yer– yer really enjoyin' yerself 'ere–"

"Are you– ah, are you not?"

"Ah am! Ah'm enjoyin' this as much as you are– oh… "

Norm's grip against their hips tightened, adoring the feeling of Gingi riding him.

The cryptid just smiled and continued doing so, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin was almost like music to them along with Norm making the sweetest of sounds.

It was delicious.

They leaned forward to kiss his collarbone again.

They wanted him so bad and here he was, fucking them oh so sweetly. Such a gentleman, always taking things nice and easy because he wanted to take his sweet time with them.

It almost made their heart flutter…

There's a difference between being wanted with carnal desire and being wanted in general.

There's a drive fueled by lust inside, some people have it and sometimes they don't. It all depends on the amount that ignites that drive, equivalent to applying wood into a fire.

Gingi, from their own personal experience, finds lust as some sort of intoxicating fog that fills one's mind and body. Pushing away any sort of logic into the deep crevices, only living nothing but carnal desire in bold.

They always saw it as something that comes and goes, something easy to understand. That if you try to look through the fog, you will find nothing.

In a way, it's almost meaningless yet one still acts upon it. 

However, Gingi was capable of learning new things.

They feel Norm cup their face one more time, admiring them, placing a thumb against their lips gently.

"Such a pretty face." He murmurs.

They found something through the fog.

Being wanted was something they have experienced beforehand, having gone on numerous dates with people who appreciated them for being them . A mutual feeling as those people are still part of their lives and are a sole reminder that they have completely blossomed from that nihilistic hermit-esque stage of life.

That realization came to them when they hung out with Norm, sneaking into town after exile and introducing him to people who weren't as bad as he thought they were– associating those with the town as bigoted.

Gingi and Norm had grown close after that inferno showdown with the Mayor, changing and inspiring other people into becoming the best versions of themselves.

It was heartwarming, knowing that their mere existence had caused a positive impact on other people. People like Norm.

Their relationship with him became more and more personal, to the point that Gingi might even argue they were officially dating. Wouldn't be too far fetched if he pulled out a ring right now.

There was something about him– about Norm that made them feel warm. He became a giant sweetheart to them and was always keeping an eye on them whenever they're they're trouble, or specifically, causing trouble. Old habits die hard.

Then, it led to this . Sexual desires . It was, as mentioned, intoxicating. They remembered how flustered Norm was at the offer and yet he didn't outright refuse, merely jumbling his words around to try and sound less lewd .

Gingi never thought of it more than just quick sex, a carnal itch to be scratched, letting the fog come and go… but…

" I love you ."

They muttered against his hand, feeling beads of sweat against their body. Norm leans his head close to them, still helping them bounce against his lap as he moaned.

"Ah love ya' too, Gingi."

…they found it.

They found something through the fog. A million fireflies dancing in the air, showing endless possibilities. It became easier to breathe and thus, all of their senses crawled out of the crevices and back into their mind.

They were aware now. Aware that this wasn't just a simple hookup, a quick fuck, a sexual itch to be scratched from time to time…

This was another indication of love between them and Norm.

It was another act fueled by love rather than lust.

Gingi gently bit his thumb, giving him those half-lidded eyes again.

And thus, they spent their time indulging into this love fueled sex. Norm pressed Gingi against the nearby wooden wall, lifting them up and having their legs wrapped around his torso once again. He had them facing towards him while he continued to thrust inside, their honey-like fluids almost dripping down and staining the floor.

Gingi hugged him close, face inches away from his paper bag.

" H-harder , Norm…" They begged in a soft voice.

The cowboy didn't need to say anything, he did what he was told and jolted his hips forward, causing Gingi's legs to tighten around his hips. They almost howled in pleasure.

"Lord, yer so tight…"

It shouldn't be a surprise to him considering the size difference between these two.

"Y-ya' know– fuck… You know th-that some people might call it a 'gorilla grip' !"

"...are ya' seriously saying that while ah'm rearrangin' yer guts?"

They just grinned at him, proud of their own quip.

" Yes ."

Norm looked dumbfounded for a moment before shaking his head. He shouldn't be surprised at that quip, this was Gingi he's fucking right now. He pressed his hips forward, hitting the right spot which made Gingi let out a small gasp, clinging onto him and shuddering.

"Can't stay mad when yer clingin' onto me like a koala."

"L-lets cut the comical banter short and go back to– oh my god… – back to you rearranging my insides…" they hummed, pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

He gives their rear a squeeze before laying them back down onto the mattress, turning them around until they are bending over and on their knees, before pushing himself back inside. Their tail almost smacked him in the face during the process, he used a free hand to take a hold of it, tugging it lightly.

Gingi purred and arched their back, pressing the side of their face against the soft mattress underneath them. They could feel Norm's cock just poking the bottom of their gut, an obvious bulge beneath their stomach. Running a hand over to feel it, they couldn't help but drool at how Norm's hips meet theirs.

Their erect member bounced at every movement, the tip secreting a similar honey-like fluid and dripping down onto the mattress, creating additional stains.

Norm got a good look of Gingi's rear pressed against his crotch, tugging their tail once more which caused them to angle their hips to match his. The way he held onto their tail was almost akin to him pulling rope after tying something.

"Holy fuck !" Gingi exclaimed, eyes almost rolling to the back of their head as they felt an orgasm hit. 

Strings were shot out of their member, hitting the mattress due to their position. Even so, Norm didn't stop at all as he continued to pound into them.

He used his other free hand to stroke their member, causing more strings to be shot out of them.

" Norm -!" They came again, legs quivering and toes curling. They could tell that Norm was enjoying this a lot, the sound of him panting in each thrust was enough to tell them that he was using all of his might to really go at it.

He might as well fuck them into oblivion.

Norm leans forward, his body pressed against Gingi's. He wraps his arms around them like a hug while moving his hips ever so slightly, having planted his length deep inside and rubbing his base against Gingi's cavern.

The cryptid was drooling at this rate– incoherent even! The way Norm was pistoning himself against their rear, rubbing their insides oh so smoothly, and pressing his body against theirs. His bodily warmth was hard to ignore along with the way his chest rises every time he fills his lungs with air, breathing heavily while rubbing his cock against the bottom of their gut.

Gingi's member was pressed between their stomach and the mattress under both of them, each movement caused by Norm lead to more friction against their cock, dragging another orgasm out of them.

"Fuh– oh my fuck… !" They exclaimed, giggling like they were drunk from ecstasy. 

Norm wasn't even holding back at this rate, letting himself babble beside their ear.

"Lord, Gingi, yer– yer so tight and w-warm and… oh, ah'm gonna–"

He was close, very close.

Norm falls onto his side, now lying against his right arm while he uses his left to lift one of Gingi's legs up. With their back still pressed against his chest, he continued to fill them to the brim with his cock at a fast pace.

He was growing sloppy with his movements, the small stutters and halts from his hips, moaning right into Gingi's ear since they had their head resting against his shoulder.

" Norm !"

"Ah– ah'm gonna come, Gingi, a-ah'm gonna come… where do ya' want me to–"

" Inside ! Please, please, please cum inside me! Oh– fuck !"

"You and yer– fuck… you and yer lewdness–!"

Norm sped up once more, feeling his orgasm hit him like a truck as he planted himself deep inside Gingi, hips stuttering into a halt as he could feel himself shoot out thick ropes of semen inside.

Gingi let out a relieved moan, legs quivering and tail wrapped tightly against Norm's arm. They had this look of bliss on their face, running a free hand against the bottom of their stomach to feel that familiar bulge.

Warm fluid filled their gut and they loved every inch of it, feeling a sort of fullness as Norm gave one last thrust to ride out that high.

He rested his head against Gingi's shoulders, panting, feeling himself almost go limp once he had filled them to the brim.

The two stayed like this for a moment, falling from that high, vision almost turning white in some cases. 

" That… that was… oh –" Gingi took a deep breath, feeling Norm slowly pull out with a wet pop .

"Th-that was nice… very nice, wasn't it?" Norm asks, still trying to catch his own breath.

The two were sweaty, reeked with sex, and Gingi could feel cum slowly flowing out of them.

This shack smelled like them too with how raunchy the two got.

A few minutes had passed and the two were still lying there, completely exhausted. Gingi leans their head against Norm, humming a little while the cowboy wrapped his arms around them.

"...that felt great." They murmured, gaining a low chuckle as a response.

" You were great, Gingi. Ya' took me so well n' all that."

"I take cock real good, space man." They purred.

If it weren't for the paper bag, Norm would be visibly rolling his eyes.

There was a moment of silence between the two, Norm using a thumb to wipe a bead of sweat off of their cheek.

"Hey," Gingi turned their head to Norm. "Can I ask you something?"

The sticky note showed Norm's expressio. raising an eyebrow at them.

"Alright, shoot."

"Can you… uh– can you–" they trailed off, mumbling that last part to the point Norm couldn't decipher it.

"Can ah what ? Use yer words, darlin'."

They stretched their lips into a thin line, contemplating for a moment before finally asking;

"Can you kiss me?"

Norm stares at them, processing what they just asked, before Blinking.

"Ya' want me to kiss ya'?"

They nodded.

Norm simply hums, caressing his thumb against their cheek.

"Alright, close yer eyes."

Gingi does so, eyes fluttering close as they wait patiently for Norm's next move. They could feel his hand tilt their head up ever so gently along with the crinkles of Norm's paper bag.

A few seconds passed and Gingi felt a pair of lips pressed against theirs.

They were rough, almost like theirs. Gingi could feel some facial hairs against their upper lip and chin, Norm's hot breath expelling through his nostrils. They moaned into the kiss, tilting their head.

Gingi refused to open their eyes, not wanting to break Norm's trust. He was still sensitive over his own face made out of flesh and it'll take awhile for him to get comfortable in his own skin, especially around Gingi.

Nonetheless, that didn't stop the two from kissing. Mouth to mouth.

Gingi parts their lips ever so slightly, making room for Norm to deepen the kiss by pushing his tongue inside as an invitation. 

An invitation that Gingi happily accepted.

They felt him explore their mouth with a low groan, tongue pressed against theirs. Gingi, of course, returned the favor with a soft purr emitting from their throat.

Gingi pushed their tongue into his mouth, feeling the bottom rows of his teeth. They could feel him, taste him even, and they were sure he was doing the same thing.

The two soon parted their mouths, a thin string of saliva stretched between them before breaking instantly. Gingi didn't open their eyes immediately, waiting for Norm to say something. The soft crinkles of Norm putting the paper bag back over his head was enough for them to peak.

There he was, a paper bag now over his head, the yellow sticky note showing that he was smiling softly at Gingi.

The cryptid smiles back.

"We should do this again soon." They hummed.

"Agreed."

Norm pressed his back against the mattress, getting comfortable before turning his head at Gingi.

"Ya' wanna sleep in fer the day?"

"Well, yeah . You can't expect me to walk back to Dialtown after you busted your fat load into me."

"Ah mean… yeah, that's true."

"Mhm. You wanna cuddle too?"

"How could ah say no to that ?"