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“Hey, uh, Kabru...” Kabru glanced back at Laios from the corner of his eye, somewhat alarmed by his strained voice, and was relieved to see that the source of his distress was not anything so important as to warrant actual concern. Laios' cheeks were visibly flushed, his eyebrows crinkled, his gaze fixed on his own crotch, where Kabru had been sitting while they watched movies on his computer. It was not hard to guess what the direction of his glance was meant to indicate. While Kabru remained still most of the time, whenever he adjusted his position in Laios' lap ever so slightly, the bulge in his pants would poke his butt in a way that was rather difficult to ignore. Neither of them chose to acknowledge it until now, but evidently Laios' sexual frustration had grown to a point where he couldn't bear it anymore – perhaps Kabru's latest shift ended up increasing the pressure on his groin. Having successfully caught Kabru's attention, Laios cleared his throat and spoke with just the slightest hint of impatience in his voice: “...Do you mind?”
After thorough consideration, Kabru decided that it would be quite amusing to pretend that he didn't know what Laios was talking about. He innocently fluttered his eyelashes, slightly tilting his head to indicate confusion. “Hm? No, not at all,” he said in a cheerful tone, meaning to come across as if he wanted to assure Laios that he didn't do anything that Kabru would mind (bless the ambiguity of language!), and sent him a bright smile before turning towards the screen again, subtly rocking his hips. Laios opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but promptly closed it again, lightly shaking his head, and tried to focus his attention on the movie instead. His hands clutched at the material of Kabru’s shirt, his fingers curling and uncurling as he attempted to maintain self-control, his warm breath tickling Kabru’s neck. Seeing his desperation, one couldn't help but feel a little sorry, but Kabru comforted himself with the thought that the movie would be over soon, allowing the two of them to indulge in sexual intercourse – after a little more teasing, of course.
Ten minutes later, as the end credits began to roll, Laios grabbed the mouse with a shaking hand and promptly closed the window and proceeded to shut down the computer. Less than a minute after that, he was lying in bed wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and a pair of socks, with Kabru once again seated in his lap, crushing his erection beneath his cheeks. Well, perhaps the last part would have been considered a bit of an exaggeration; unlike Laios' impressive cheeks, Kabru's glutes did not have nearly enough volume to crush anything (though they had gotten quite a bit fuller as of late, no doubt thanks to Laios' efforts to keep him well-fed). In any case, he was now straddling Laios' lap, his back turned to him as he busied himself with pulling off his socks. Laios lay patiently, motionless and tense with anticipation, his gaze fixed on Kabru's butt, his teeth teasing his lower lip, his fingers curled at his chest, twitching occasionally, clearly tempted to reach out and touch Kabru but using all of his willpower to resist that particular urge. Once Laios' socks were off, Kabru wasn't quite sure what to do with them. His first instinct was to sniff them, but he refrained from doing something so nakedly perverse while Laios could see him, and instead stuffed one inside the other and placed the sweaty packet beside him on the bed; perhaps he could use it as a gag in a pinch – Laios could sometimes get awfully loud in the throes of pleasure.
Kabru put his hands on Laios' knees to steady himself and adjusted the position of his hips so that the bulge would be laid precisely between his cheeks before gradually increasing the pressure, drawing a gasp out of Laios in the process. He began experimentally moving his hips back and forth, rubbing his butt against the bulge, all the while studying Laios' reactions from the corner of his eye. He was still staring at Kabru's rear, as if hypnotised, breathing heavily through his parted lips, a thin string of saliva dripping out of the corner of his mouth. His face was flushed a deep shade of red, the blush reaching up to his sweat-drenched forehead and the tips of his ears. His hands lay atop his chest, their fingertips digging into the skin as if he were trying to tear his own heart out. It would probably be a good idea to give him something to do with his hands, Kabru reckoned, lest he actually injure himself. “Laios, my love,” he prompted in a gentle voice, sending Laios a sensual look from beneath his lowered eyelids, “I can't quite get the right angle on my own. Could you please hold it straight for me?” he asked, nodding towards his groin.
Laios loudly sucked in air, which sounded an awful lot like choking. “Sure!” he blurted out, eagerly nodding his head as he raised his hands, clearly excited to have an active role. “Yeah, sure, I can do that! You'll just have to tell me how. I think I know what you mean,” he went on nervously, his hands hovering above his crotch, “but I'm really not sure how I'm supposed to go about it. Should I just...” He awkwardly placed his hands on the sides of his erection and pinned it in place with his thumbs. “Something like this...?” he murmured uncertainly, looking up at Kabru.
“Almost!” Kabru retorted, hiding his smile against his shoulder. “Good job, darling. You're very close. If only you could lift it ever so slightly, as if you were trying to push it against my rear... That's right, place your thumbs underneath to secure the position... Thank you, that's perfect!” he said with a grateful nod, sending Laios a bright smile. Laios' face lit up in response, beaming with pride at having succeeded at the task. His hands were now curled at the sides of his erection, resembling paws, his thumbs propping up the bulge in his boxers at an approximately forty-five degree angle, allowing Kabru to more easily grind against it. He could immediately tell the difference when he began to move his hips back and forth again, this time getting to cover the entire length in one smooth motion. A jolt of pleasure passed through his spine as the head dipped between his cheeks, hard and warm even through two layers of material.
Now then, where should they go from here? While teasing Laios was obviously very fun, it would be quite disappointing if he finished while his boxer shorts were still on, which meant that sooner or later – given how intensely Laios responded to stimuli, probably sooner rather than later – they would have to proceed to the next stage, ideally one that followed naturally from what they were currently doing. The obvious next step would be to remove his underwear and stimulate his penis directly, and given that Kabru was already using his butt for the purpose, perhaps he could continue to do so. There were two ways to go about it: he could either slip Laios' penis inside his briefs, or pull his briefs down just enough to expose the crack and place the penis inside it. The former had the advantage of allowing him to keep his underwear on, which had the additional benefit of more effectively securing Laios' penis in place, while the latter would allow Laios to see his own penis squeezed between his cheeks, which definitely made for a more titillating experience, especially if Kabru asked him to use his hands to keep the cheeks closed around his shaft. In that case, the second option seemed like the better choice overall, provided that Kabru could work past his natural reluctance around exposing himself in a way that seemed, frankly, a little bit rude. The next step, naturally, would be anal sex – assuming that Laios would be able to last that long, that is. In the event that he did, however, Kabru would have to be prepared for it.
“Darling, I realise that this is a very sudden request,” he said, glancing back at Laios over his shoulder as he pointed towards the night stand, “but could you please hand me the lubricant? The one that's on your night stand. Yes, that's right. Thank you, honey,” he acknowledged with a fond smile as he received the bottle from Laios. For the time being, he chose to place it between Laios' legs, safe in the knowledge that if there came a time when it would be necessary to use lube, he would be prepared for it. Kabru put his hands on his hips and, after a moment of hesitation, slipped his thumbs under the waistband. “There is another request I need to make of you,” he said, watching Laios from the corner of his eye. “Listen carefully. I'm going to ask you to take your erection out of your pants and hold it steady while I prepare myself. When I give you a sign, you will place it between my buttocks, all right? I would help you with that if I could,” he assured, crinkling his eyebrows, ”but I believe that it's better to leave the task up to you, given that you have a much better view, not to mention that it would be a fair bit more awkward for me to reach behind me. In any case,” he said impatiently, lightly shaking his head, “I am now going to lift my hips to make it easier for you to grab it, all right? Please let me know when you've got it.”
Laios, who had been looking up at him in awe, now eagerly nodded his head. “Okay!” he blurted out, giving Kabru a thumbs-up. As soon as Kabru lifted himself from his lap, Laios pulled his boxers down, revealing his swollen, twitching, erect penis, and quickly grabbed it at the base, holding it up at a ninety-degree angle. “Got it!” he informed proudly, his body shaking with barely-contained excitement. Kabru took a deep breath and counted down from ten before finally pulling his boxers down to expose his buttocks. Just on the edge of hearing, he could make out a soft gasp from Laios, followed by a stifled exclamation: “Oh whoa...!” which immediately made him drop back into Laios' lap, narrowly avoiding crushing his hand while he landed. Kabru glanced back over his shoulder to check the situation and quickly turned around, feeling his face grow warm. He was certainly glad that Laios couldn't see it right now, although knowing that he was currently staring at his exposed butt wasn't any less embarrassing. Kabru squeezed his eyes shut and took another deep breath in an effort to calm himself down. It was unlike him to be so thoroughly flustered, in a sexual context or otherwise. Kabru never exactly doubted his own sexual appeal, but having it affirmed by a man he'd been working so hard to attract was on a whole different level from the positive attention he was used to receiving from those around him. Something about Laios' sincere, unabashed, innocent admiration for his body simply made him acutely aware of his physical form in a way few other things ever could. Perhaps desire in itself was inherently embarrassing, by virtue of the vulnerability it revealed in those who experienced it – but that also made it quite precious.
Once Kabru felt that he could control his facial muscles to an acceptable degree, he turned to Laios with a gentle smile and gave him a thumbs-up. “Thank you, darling. Great job. You may proceed with the next point of our plan now. Feel free to use your hands to spread the cheeks if you must,” he suggested in a tone that he hoped to sound playful and casual while he discreetly popped open the bottle of lubricant and squirted some onto his fingers. He could feel the gentle, reluctant touch on his cheek as Laios attempted to pull it apart with one hand, all the while tightly gripping his erection in the other one. Finally, the rod of hot, throbbing flesh was pressed against his crack, sending a shudder of pleasure up Kabru's spine. He subconsciously bit his bottom lip as he rocked his hips, allowing Laios to push the erection between his cheeks until it was securely lodged in there. Kabru exhaled sharply and turned to look at Laios again. His face had somehow gotten even redder, stuck in an expression of pure concentration as he stared intently at Kabru's butt. Kabru snorted with laughter. “You're doing great, honey. If you could keep your hands right here... Yes, thank you. I'm going to take it from here, if you don't mind,” he added with a wink as he reached back towards Laios' shaft with his lubricated hand.
“...Hot dog in a bun,” murmured Laios under his breath.
Kabru blinked in genuine confusion, frozen with his hand hovering in the air. “...Sorry? What did you say?” he asked weakly, feeling somewhat lightheaded.
Laios licked his lips and inhaled through his nose. “Hot dog in a bun,” he repeated patiently, a little louder this time, and nodded towards Kabru's rear. “It looks like a hot dog in a bun, see?”
Kabru followed his line of sight, his eyes wide in shock. Indeed, now that he knew what Laios was referring to, he could certainly see the resemblance. A pink weiner between two brown buns... what was it, if not a hot dog? Granted, one typically would not find that comparison to be especially flattering, given the poor quality and dubious origins of the food in question, but coming from Laios in particular, it sounded like high praise. Once again, Kabru found himself impressed with Laios' ability to infuse remarks that would usually thoroughly ruin the mood with enough sincerity and enthusiasm that they became charming, or even oddly sexy. Then again, to be entirely fair, half the things he said would likely still have turned off anybody other than Kabru – which, come to think of it, may have reflected somewhat strangely on Kabru himself. Ah, well. He'd grown to appreciate the strange parts of sex thanks to Laios, and he would not really want to do away with them. If that made him strange, then so be it. It was much more fun this way, anyway.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, his lips quivering with stifled laughter as he exhaled with relief. “You're right, it does. That's pretty funny. I believe that is the actual name for this practice, too,” he remarked, slathering Laios' shaft with the lubricant as he spoke. It was pleasantly warm and hard, twitching and vibrating like a wagging tail in response to his touch. Kabru put his hands on Laios' knees again and slightly lifted his hips as he began to move against him in a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel Laios' fingernails digging into his skin as he held tightly onto his hips, squeezing his cheeks together while the shaft slipped between them.
Kabru let out a sigh of relief. So far, so good. That went much better than expected. If things proceeded to go this smoothly from here, they would indeed reach the anal sex stage soon, which was as intimidating as it was exciting. Kabru had never been penetrated before, nor did he have any real desire to, prior to meeting Laios. There were a lot of reasons for that. For starters, quite understandably the potential of triggering his dysphoria, combined with the risk that revealing such sensitive information could pose to his safety, effectively discouraged him from pursuing any sexual act that would directly involve his genitalia. That theoretically still left anal sex on the table, provided that he was extremely careful in the way he pursued it, but that came with its own set of issues that he quite frankly couldn't be bothered to deal with, such as maintaining a diet and always having a lubricant on hand. Not to mention that his body likely wouldn't be able to handle it. While Kabru had decent stamina, he was also prone to bouts of fatigue and lightheadedness, which would most definitely be triggered if he overexerted himself. In short, penetrative sex was never something he was inclined to pursue. Now that the option was available, however, he found himself increasingly attracted to it. The intimidation factor was still present, mostly due to Laios' size, but the absence of anxiety over the possibility of being put at risk of violence put him at ease enough to at least consider giving it a try. Thankfully, due to Laios' submissive inclinations, Kabru was entirely in control of the experience, which was also quite reassuring, and would allow him to call things off as soon as he found himself too overwhelmed to proceed. At the very least, it would be nice if he could allow Laios to finish inside him – and certainly less messy than the alternative.
“A-ah!” A gasp from Laios snapped him out of his daze and prompted him to look back to check on him. Laios' expression was strained, his gaping mouth panting heavily, beads of perspiration racing down his forehead. A moment later, he let out a long, shaking breath as his head tilted back against the pillow, and Kabru felt a wet, sticky substance filling the gap between his cheeks, trickling down the crack and soaking into his pubic hair. When Laios carefully removed his hands from Kabru's cheeks to wipe them on the blanket, they remained glued together by his sperm.
Kabru clicked his tongue. Ah, shoot. He'd gotten so distracted by his thoughts that he missed his cue. That was quite disappointing. Well, there was nothing he could do about it now, but it certainly left room for improvement the next time they would try this. “Ah, I'm sorry, love,” he said apologetically, looking down at Laios' flushed face, “it appears that I've stalled for a moment too long. I can't even blame it on your lack of discipline this time, since you held on for a pretty long time, all things considered. I wish I could have rewarded you appropriately. Not all is lost, though!” he added cheerfully, putting up his index finger. “Since we've made a mess, now we are going to need to clean it up. You, specifically, are going to do it,” he added, pointing towards Laios, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Laios visibly perked up, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. Kabru nodded his head. “That's right. I'm going to have to ask you to lick me clean. Of course,” he added, pursing his lips, “if you'd rather not, then I suppose I will just wash it off myself.”
“No, no!” Laios blurted out breathlessly, lightly shaking his head as he put his hand over his heart. “I'll do it! I mean, it's my fault. I should've told you that I couldn't handle it anymore.” He beckoned to Kabru, his arms spread in an invitation. “Come on! Let me clean you up.”
Kabru carefully lifted his hips from Laios' lap, allowing the penis to slip out from between his cheeks, and moved over to sit on his chest, planting his hands on his stomach to keep himself steady, careful not to kick him in the process of settling in front of his face. When Laios began to spread his cheeks, Kabru instinctively clenched up, but he soon relaxed, allowing him to peer up the crack. Hearing an impressed whistle from Laios made him feel lightheaded.
“Wow! Your butt really is just as hairy as I hoped,” Laios remarked, sincerely impressed. “Awesome. I can't even see your butthole through all that hair, so if you were worried about that, then you don't really have to be,” he informed helpfully. “I'm sure it's cute, though.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that,” Kabru said, trying not to laugh. “To be clear, I don't mind if you look at it. I wouldn't have put it directly in front of your face if I did.”
“Right,” Laios said, clearly relieved. “Oh yeah, while I work on cleaning this up, I guess you could do something about my weiner. It feels super sticky and gross,” he added, grimacing, but soon his face lit up again and he snapped his fingers. “I get the buns, and you get the hot dog, huh?”
Kabru snorted, his back shaking from laughter. That mental image was exactly what he needed right now. Certainly. “Am I to assume that your seed represents the mustard?”
Laios hummed, puffing out his cheeks. “It's more like mayo... but sure, I guess that works.”