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“About time you showed up.”
Boto’s voice was higher-pitched than usual.
Resonance quite a bit thinner, and inflections quite a bit more fluttery.
Kind of like he was imitating the thousandth wealthy female influencer on Rapigraph.
Or the millions of girls who affected their same speech cadences.
Thrush paid this no mind, though, as he plopped himself down on the common room couch with a sigh.
“Oh. Uh, yeah. I had to stay behind and talk to the professor a bit about my paper, but it ended up being short.”
“Right. The thing with the tenability of the thesis, or whatever?”
“That’s… part of it, yeah.”
Thrush had explained the whole situation to his boyfriend a while ago.
His choice of a topic for the capstone paper in his political strategy lecture ended up being poorly-thought out, and he was running into a myriad of issues regarding things like the scope of the topic, whether the topic could actually meet the requirements, the reliability and consistency of his sources…
And, of course, the tenability of his thesis, too.
Though he doubted that Boto actually remembered all that.
Not that he would expect him to, anyway.
“Moons, I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with shit like that anymore,” his boyfriend remarked. “My engineering ethics class was actually the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”
Thrush chuckled a bit, voice low and weak from a long day.
“I remember you always complaining about that.”
“I think I’ve mostly blocked it out of my memory at this point.”
Boto sidled himself towards his heavier-set boyfriend, and the depression the SkyWing’s butt was making in the couch cushion.
His own weight added to it, making it deeper as he got closer.
“Soooo… whatcha gonna do now?”
There was a hint of mischief in Boto’s voice as he asked the cheery question.
“Uh… I dunno. I have to keep my ZipZap streak pets alive, so I might start with that.”
The RainWing made a scornful little noise.
“‘Streak pets?’”
“Yup. That’s… what they’re called, yeah.”
“So they, what, motivate you to keep raising the arbitrary number? How many do you even have?”
Thrush looked to the ceiling for a moment as he thought out an estimate.
“I think, like… 15? We lose them sometimes, but that’s about the number of dragons I do it with.”
“15?!” Boto’s jaw dropped. “That many? With whom?? How’s that even possible?”
“Dude, I dunno, just…”
Wait.
Actually.
What did Boto just say?
Thrush’s brow furrowed as his lips curled into a sudden smirk.
“… wait. Say that again?”
Boto seemed confused at his command.
“‘How’s that even possible?’”
“No, no, the other thing.”
The RainWing gave a rare bit of vocal fry as he made a thinking noise.
“Uhhh… oh. I said, ‘that many? With whom?’”
Thrush had to turn away and cover his mouth with his claw as he had to stop himself from snickering.
Boto was immediately indignant.
He jutted his chin as he asked.
“What? Is there something wrong with what I said??”
Thrush was too busy giggling to give him a proper response, though.
Boto had to give his boyfriend a light slap on the shoulder before he could manage to answer.
“… y… you know you can just say with who, right?” Thrush tittered. “With whom is kinda crazy. You’re, like, doing too much with that.”
Boto shot him a glare.
“Are you serious?”
“Are you serious, bro?”
The RainWing made a “the fuck?” gesture with his claws.
“Uh, yeah? It’s literally grammatically correct, dum dum.”
His boyfriend, however, didn’t bristle at the insult.
“Okay, and? You’re acting like it matters or something.”
“Well, if it doesn’t matter, then why are you making fun of me?” Boto crossed his arms. “If this is your attitude towards correctness of speech, then I can see why you’re having trouble with your essay.”
Now it was Thrush’s turn to have his jaw drop.
“BOTO!” he gasped audibly. “What the fuck, man?”
Boto gave a self-assured chortle at his total zinger.
“What’s the matter, babe? Am I wrong?” he challenged.
“Uh, yes, you are!” Thrush exclaimed forcibly. “You fuckin’ take it back!”
Boto only scoffed. “Well, why don’t you make m- AGH!”
In what felt like a quarter of an instant, Thrush had tackled Boto onto his back, pinning him by his wrists onto the couch below them.
Boto yelped in genuine surprise as his heart surged with electricity at being so suddenly immobilised.
The SkyWing gripped him harder with either claw, almost enough to hurt from restricted circulation.
Crystal-amber eyes darkening in half-mock, half-real irritation.
The RainWing, meanwhile, felt his breaths shallow and pupils practically dilate at the close-up view and body heat of his boyfriend right on top of him like this.
The pronounced muscles in Thrush’s abs flexed powerfully against Boto’s smaller belly, the intensity of that dragon’s usually mellow stare melting holes in his skull.
Holy shit, Boto fucking wanted him all of a sudden.
The RainWing felt his cheeks starting to burn up, hot flashes gracing every inch of his increasingly-lavender pink scales as he felt his man’s hot breath ghost the sensitive skin on his neck.
“Don’t you ever insult my writing again, bitch,” Thrush uttered in a low growl, an ironic contrast to his slight frat-boy accent.
He gave Boto’s ear a quick nip before retreating back to his former position on the couch.
Sat upright like nothing happened, smirking to himself and taking up two thirds of the legroom with his manspreading.
Boto barely even had time to process what just happened, the wildfire of lascivious pink making waves across his scales like phone flashlights at a concert.
He huffed like a dragonet and turned away for a moment, just knowing Thrush got his damn kicks from doing shit like this.
Problem was, they both knew he enjoyed it too much to make his boyfriend actually stop.
How was Thrush so much better at this than him?
There was actually no way he didn’t have exes, like he so claimed.
“You the only man I ever been with,” Boto’s ass.
Like the nosy lover he was, he craned his neck and snuck a glance at what the SkyWing was doing.
Lo and behold, the man was on ZipZap.
Messaging whoever the fuck he needed to for his streak pets.
Whatever those even were.
“What are you doing?”
…
A pause.
“Huh? Did you say something?”
“Uh, yeah. I asked what you were doing.”
“Oh.”
Thrush answered the question without even looking up from his phone, nonchalant tone a complete departure from what just happened.
“I mean, I gotta keep these things alive, man,” he shrugged. “I’m not even checking the actual ZipZaps everyone sent — I’m just messaging the word ‘streak’ and then saying I’ll check it tomorrow.”
“Wait, what? Why do you have to text the word ‘streak’?” Boto asked. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just, like, heart react?”
“Nah, that doesn’t count. It has to be an actual message.”
“Hmm. So you just… text them once a day, and the streak stays active?”
“I mean, basically. It’s like a daily login bonus,” his lover explained. “Everyone knows ZipZap’s parent company is just engagement farming or whatever, but it’s honestly pretty rewarding to build up a high streak with friends who are willing to do it.”
Boto couldn’t help but pout slightly as he responded.
“… well, why don’t we do anything like that?”
“You don’t have ZipZap, bruh. If Warble or Linklr had a streak feature, I’d be doing it there with you, but they don’t. And those are literally the only social media apps you use.”
Boto gave another scoff.
“Well, my bad for not wanting to sell my data to every company on Pyrrhala.”
“I mean, you don’t have to get it,” Thrush said. “I’m just saying that you can’t complain about having FOMO, then refuse to participate in the thing that’s giving you FOMO.”
The RainWing clicked his tongue in what was possibly faux, but also possibly real annoyance at that.
“Well, it’s not about the streak itself. It’s just…”
The orange dragon looked up at his boyfriend as his tone suddenly got more vulnerable.
“… the videos they send you aren’t gonna disappear or anything, you know?”
Thrush had to think about that one for only a moment before beginning his reply.
“Well, actually, a lot of them become unavailable if they get deleted by the platform before I get the chance to check them. And also the streak pets obviously die if you don’t-”
“Okay, I know that!” Boto gave his boyfriend a smack. “You fucking know what I mean.”
Thrush made a face as he rubbed the part of his side where he’d been hit.
“Ow-uh…”
The annoyance on Boto’s face dropped instantly as he heard a bit of real pain in the vocal complaint.
“Wait, sorry, did I actually do that too hard? I didn’t mean to-”
“Nah, dude, I’m good,” Thrush waved his claw. “Please continue.”
“Okay. I-I was just making sure, like-”
“Bro, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
“Okay! Alright, then.”
…
…
The two dragons stared at each other for a moment.
Thrush’s boyfriend looked at him expectantly.
“… okay, so what were you saying? Something about the videos disappearing?”
“Uh, y-yeah. I mean, it’s not like you’re on some sort of serious time limit here. Aside from the daily streak, of course, but you can always start a new one even if your current one ends.”
Thrush only gave him yet another stare.
“… yyyyyeah? So?”
Boto gave him a look.
“So, you know you can check those notifs at any time, right?”
Thrush nodded.
“Well, yeah. So then… why wouldn’t I just do that now?” he asked.
Boto crossed his arms and gave him a look.
“Well, someone has been waiting very loyally for you to come back from class all this time,” his intonation was biting. “But I guess your streak pets take priority over him, huh?”
“Wha… okay, dude, seriously? Is that what this is about?”
“Is what what this is about?” Boto countered without missing a beat. “Spending quality time with your one-and-only boyfriend, you mean?”
“Yeah, you’re my boyfriend, not my dog. You’re acting like I don’t spend literally most of my free time with you already.”
“It’s definitely not most. And honestly, these days it doesn’t even feel like the majority.”
“Fuck you mean, ‘these days?’ Moons forbid I study for my exams once in a while.”
“Oh, don’t you start with that,” Boto scoffed.
“Start with what?”
“‘Moons forbid.’ Even the phrase is just so patronising.”
“Bruh, what? I say that to literally everyone.”
“Well, you must patronise literally everyone, then.”
“I do not!”
Boto only rolled his eyes.
“You must at least have very few qualms about doing it to most dragons, though, seeing as you’ll do it to your own boyfriend. The quote ‘only man you ever been with.’”
“Okay, now that’s just true,” Thrush’s tone was indignant. “I didn’t even know I liked guys until I met you.”
That statement was actually really flattering, but Boto couldn’t stop being mad just because of one very sweet compliment.
“Oh, so you’re saying I’m the only guy you’ve ever been with ‘cause you were getting with girls before that? I see how it is.”
Now it was Thrush’s turn to give the “the fuck?” gesture.
“What?? Alright, you gotta be baiting me or something, bro. There’s no way this is the thing you choose not to believe me on.”
Honestly, Boto couldn’t explain why he was being a bit of a cunt right now.
Obviously, he loved Thrush, and had no reason not to trust him.
“Well, I’m just saying. It’s not like you have proof one way or the other.”
He just… wasn’t used to admitting whenever he was in the wrong.
Or “being sensitive,” as much as he fucking hated that accusation.
Probably one of the many things about himself he needed to work on.
Just one more item on the list, he supposed.
“Not, like, physical evidence, no. But even so,” Thrush continued, “Why does it matter, anyway? I’m obviously only loyal to you.”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say obviously.”
“No, I think it is, actually,” Thrush was clearly committed to defending himself here. “We sleep in the same bed now, for moons’ sake. With how much we stay holed up in the dorm together, I don’t think I even have the time to be texting other guys. Or girls, for that matter.”
“Well, clearly you do, with the number of streak pets you’re supposedly parenting. 15 in total, you said?”
“Okay, well, that’s different. It’s not like I’m texting them anything of substance — we’re just sharing funny videos. And like I said, I barely even check them most of the time.”
Boto wasn’t buying it. “Still some sort of interaction. Why do they even send you stuff if you never check it, anyway?”
“It’s not never,” Thrush clarified. “Usually I just wait for a day when I have no classes or homework and just check them all in a single sitting. Heart reacts are my saving grace for making my responses known without having to come up with anything to say. Or spam the laughing emoji 600 times.”
Boto gave him a look.
“You know, it’s actually kind of weird that you use that emoji unironically. The rest of the world under the age of 30 has moved on to sob and skull supremacy by this point.”
Thrush could only offer another shrug.
“I’m a simple man. Though I do enjoy a good broken-heart one from time to time, too.”
“Hm. Fair.”
…
Another pause.
Thrush moved to pick his phone back up.
“Hey! I wasn’t done talking.”
Boto’s boyfriend put his phone back down onto his lap.
“Alright, then. What else did you wanna say?”
“Well, since they clearly have a pretty high time priority in your mind,” the RainWing began, “I was still wondering who it is that you’re streaking with, exactly, the other meaning of that word notwithstanding. Is it just our friends?”
Thrush smirked. “What, you jealous, or something? I promise you it’s no one you have to worry about in that way.”
“Wha- I-I am not!” Boto was indignant. “I’m just curious.”
The SkyWing didn’t stop smiling, though, as he waited a second for Snout ID to unlock his phone.
“Let’s see here.”
He scrolled a bit to read the full list.
“Okay. Ostrich, Anemone, Tamarin, Sepia, Sabkha, Isthmus, River, the calc professor, the calc professor’s daughter, Pronghorn, Peregrine, the lit professor, Coconut, Mindreader, Arid, Ibex, Laccolith…”
Boto blinked in surprise as his lover kept reading.
“What the heck? Why are there so many??” he exclaimed. “That’s definitely more than 15.”
“Not that much more,” Thrush responded. “It’s… 18 in total. I just counted.”
“That’s still closer to 20! And some of these are actually wild, too. Like genuinely.”
“Not really. They’re mostly dragons you know.”
“But even so. Sepia? Isthmus? River?” Boto began listing. “I didn’t even know you talked to these dragons, let alone knew them well enough to start a streak.”
“Okay, River asked me to start that streak, and all she does is forward me weirdcore cavediving creepypasta edits and AI videos of a ball-shaped dog explaining how much she loves to eat mulch. I don’t even know what to send her back other than the generic ‘Chippy the rat offers pancakes to keep your streak alive’ slideshows, and she doesn’t even react to those.”
Boto shook his head.
“Alright, I dunno what you’re talking about, but it still says a lot that River isn’t even your weirdest contact in there,” he continued. “I mean, the calc and lit professors? Are they even allowed to communicate with us over social media?”
“Oh. Uhm, like… probably not,” Thrush admitted, “but it’s not like they’re doing anything weird. I’m the one who sends reaction gifs to the lit professor’s reposts about ‘teacher life’ and unsung RainWings in history, and I’m pretty sure the calc professor doesn’t use ZipZap to watch ZipZaps at all. He just gives a thumbs up emoji to my daily ‘hope you’re doing well, Professor’ good-morning texts.”
Good-morning texts??
What the actual hell was all this lore, dude?
How could Boto not have known any of this about his own boyfriend’s online activities?
“Okay, wow. So I’m not even the only dragon you wish a good morning to when you wake up,” the RainWing rolled his eyes. “That’s great to hear.”
“I’ll have you know I text him well after I do my morning routine!”
“Fine. It's literally whatever. Now, who else was even on that list…”
Boto thought for a moment.
“Oh! Right! Why do you keep in touch with Mindreader at all? She was literally one of Darkstalker’s loudest supporters during the war.”
“She just got caught up in the movement,” Thrush defended her. “She’s perfectly nice now, and definitely not a fascist once you actually get to know her.”
“Okay, but Coconut?” Boto’s expression morphed into one of disgust. “He’s a total brick who only cares about food, and so lazy that he actively gives us RainWings a bad name.”
“Oh, we just send each other mukbang clips,” his SkyWing partner grinned. “I don’t even talk to him when we’re in class together.”
That last sentence actually did make Boto feel a little better.
“Alright… but then who are Ivex, Labyrinth, and the calc professor’s daughter? Do they even go to our school?”
“Oh, them?”
Thrush adjusted himself so he was sitting up a bit straighter (though still manspreading just as much) as he responded.
“I found the calc professor’s daughter on Hotshot first ‘cause she came up in my friend recommendations, and then after we built a high enough Shotstreak, she gave me her Rapi and ZipZap @’s too.”
Boto was thoroughly surprised by this new information.
“Wait. Hotshot has streaks too?”
Thrush gave him a gentle look.
“I’m sorry, babe, but I think you’re about the only dragon in the Academy who didn’t know that. It’s crazy how little you’re familiar with, despite being so terminally online.”
Boto made an indignant noise. “Okay, rude. I was just wondering.”
Despite that he did not, in fact, know that Hotshot had daily streaks, what he did know was that it was one of the apps of choice that the thirsty males of his generation used to chase the opposite sex.
Even though he still did trust Thrush, it was still a little disheartening to know he was maintaining contact with girls (or guys, even) who he may have been flirting with at some point.
“… whatever, I guess,” the RainWing sighed. “And the other two you mentioned?”
“Ibex and Laccolith are just my friends from back home. I’ve definitely mentioned both of them before. Our friend group was my first trio, before the current one I became a part of within Sleeping Cave 2.”
Friends from back home…
They actually did sound familiar, thinking about it.
Dragons who had probably shaped so much of Thrush’s dragonethood and personality.
And yet Boto hadn’t even committed their names to memory until now.
Thrush saw that pensive look clouding his clawmate’s face again.
“Although I didn’t date either of them, just to be clear.”
And despite the somewhat bickering tone of the entire conversation preceding that quip, Boto found himself letting out an open laugh.
The kind that would annoy most anybody but the SkyWing sitting next to him right now.
“You lug. Stop being silly.”
“What! I was just saying.”
Boto shook his head even as he chuckled to himself.
“I guess it makes sense that someone with your charisma would have so many streaks. 18 on ZipZap alone…”
Thrush’s smile coloured with a bit of a blush at the compliment while Boto ran all the names through his mind again.
“… Isthmus, River, calc prof, daughter, Sepia, Pronghorn… wait.”
His SkyWing stared at him.
“Huh? What is it?”
Something was off.
“… Arid, Ibex, Laccolith…”
He tallied the total in his mind.
“Thrush, you only named 17 dragons.”
Thrush’s grin suddenly turned a bit nervous as he replied.
“Wait, whaaat? D-did I?”
“Ostrich, Anemone, Tamarin, Sabkha… yeah, no, you definitely did. When I group the names by 5 in my head, there’s a remainder of 2, not 3.”
Boto’s partner gave a tense laugh.
“I think I just… miscounted or something. It doesn’t even matter anyway. Are you… feeling hungry, though? Do you wanna-”
“Who are you leaving out, Thrush?” the RainWing stared a thoroughly unimpressed stare. “Is it Changbai?”
Thrush stared in amazement for a moment before giving a defeated sigh.
“Damn, you’re fuckin’ smart. I didn’t think you’d notice.”
Boto gave him a look.
“I thought you said one of the things you liked most about me was my intelligence.”
“Yeah, when you’re being sexy about it,” the SkyWing said. “This is more, like… scary. Which I guess is also sexy, in a way, but…”
Boto let out a long sigh of his own.
“Okay, but really. Do you think I can’t handle any mention of Changbai? I know I can get irritable ‘cause of my skin, but I’m usually fine, aren’t I?”
“Well, you didn’t seem happy that I had a lot more of an online presence than you maybe thought. I just… didn’t wanna make that worse by mentioning him, on top of all the other stuff.”
Hmm.
The RainWing was willing to admit that some of what Thrush had been saying was getting to him a bit.
Between eccentric River, the mysterious daughter (and her crusty dad), cheery Mindreader, his friends from home, and fucking Coconut, of all dragons…
Boto was a little jealous of all of them for having his man’s attention, true.
But more importantly, it was just crazy how much more complex Thrush’s social life was outside of their relationship and their winglet than he’d at all realised.
Sure, he wasn’t currently on the best terms with Changbai.
But he at least knew the nature and extent of his and Thrush’s relationship.
He couldn’t say the same for any of the other dragons previously mentioned.
Not to mention it just made Boto feel like a bit of a bad boyfriend for being so out of the loop about this.
As if he didn’t feel enough of that already.
“I guess I just… thought I already knew a lot of what there was to know about you,” the RainWing began, his tone vulnerable. “Like, you’re Thrush. You’re a SkyWing, you’re a polisci major, you’re deficient in iron and take daily pills the same colour as your scales.”
Thrush nodded. “All true.”
“You love your headphones, you drum your talons when you’re nervous. You laugh like a recording in reverse, and you hate when your name is listed last in our little sleeping cave trio.”
“They always listed me last in my last trio, too. Said it ‘made the most sense’ since I’m last alphabetically.”
Boto chuckled again, patting his boyfriend a couple times on the thigh in consolation before continuing on.
“These are all things I love about you, and all things a good lover should know about their partner. Even that a good friend should know, for moons’ sake. I mean, we’ve lived together for a year and a half now.”
“Well, first of all, that’s actually not that much time,” Thrush said. “I don’t think it’s that common for dragons to fall for each other so fast. Nor to have as much sex as we’ve had in the month we’ve been dating.”
Boto smacked him on the arm. “Thrush!”
He didn't have to worry about having been too rough, though, as he heard the SkyWing’s wonderful laugh echo off the common room’s walls.
“B-but seriously,” Thrush continued even amidst residual giggles, “was that your whole concern? That you don’t know absolutely everything about the only man you’ve ever been with?”
Boto looked down. “Not everything, but still things as simple as who you message on ZipZap. I mean, what kind of a partner am I if I don’t even know that much?”
Thrush laid a warm claw over Boto’s, moving both atop Boto’s thigh now as he replied.
“I promise you, Boto, you do not have to worry about whether you’re a ‘good enough’ boyfriend to me,” his tone carried an utterly attractive quality of conviction. “If I ever have something to say about that, I will say it like I always do, because you know I trust you. I wouldn’t be with you otherwise.”
Boto found the courage to look back into Thrush’s amber eyes at that moment, heart racing at the confidence with which he spoke.
“There will always be things, big and small, that we don’t know about each other, and that’s okay. The beauty of it, at least to me, is that that means I’ll always have something new to learn about you.”
Boto’s voice went quiet, scales beginning to glow a muted yet romantic reddish-pink.
“Oh, Thrush…”
Thrush leaned in, words turning breathy as they rasped through the fry in his voice.
“And just so you know,” he whispered, tickling Boto’s frill with the warmth, “I wouldn’t ever take any of them over you. Not the professor’s daughter, not Ibex or Laccolith, not Mindreader, not Coconut. Especially not Coconut.”
Boto let out a girlish giggle at that comment. “You read my mind.”
“I tend to do that,” Thrush grinned.
Just as Boto thought he was done with this spiel, however, his clawmate continued on.
“But, you know…” he started. “That doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop messaging any of them. I’ll still respond to Anemone’s satisfying cleaning montages, I’ll still give the calc professor my wellest wishes…”
Boto could tell where he was going with this one.
“… and I’ll still keep in touch with Changbai. Even if you don’t wanna associate with him anymore.”
The RainWing clawmate gave a deep sigh, through the nostrils this time, as he was reminded of his current relationship with the third in their trio.
How he’d been so quick to accelerate his judgments about the IceWing’s character.
And ghosted him basically without explanation.
He’d even been angry with Thrush at first for continuing to maintain relations with the outwardly ignorant (or at least unaware) Changbai.
After all, what good could it do to talk to a seeming embodiment of the reasons why issues like queer rights and racial tensions remain so unjustly politicised?
Issues where Boto’s own dragonhood became nothing more than a talking point for votes?
Now, though, he saw he was questioning and discounting Changbai over and of the very same.
“N-not to keep bringing this up, or anything, but-”
“It’s fine, Thrush,” Boto stated firmly. “I can handle it.”
“… but,” Thrush still seemed hesitant, “that beauty I mentioned? of never truly knowing the dragons around you, even those close to you? It applies to him too.”
Boto nodded solemnly as the revelation gradually took hold.
“You should, you know, take enjoyment in unravelling uncertainty. Not shy away from it by clinging onto your assumptions. I mean, that’s kind of what you were accusing Changbai of doing, right?”
Right he was.
Of course, this didn’t change the fact that Changbai was being unhelpfully oblivious and awkward ever since he first discovered them that night.
Nor the fact that his mother was a bigoted asshole, by whom Changbai had thus been ingrained with some obviously less-than-progressive beliefs and mindsets.
For the first time since this all started, however, Boto decided he’d stop manifesting his own fear of change into one-sided blame of his clawmate.
In other words, he’d at least be open to a conversation.
“… you know, you’re actually really damn articulate, you know that?”
Thrush let out a chuckle.
“Oh, I know.”
“Guess I shouldn’t have assumed the worst about your writing, either.”
“No, you should not have.”
Boto smiled a wide smile.
“You’re a very smart dragon, Thrush.”
“I know.”
And without another word, Thrush cupped Boto’s cheek by his frill and pulled him into a kiss.
The exact kind the RainWing had been waiting so loyally for since before he got home from class.
Tender and passionate and wet.
Also with that one specific thing Thrush did with his tongue.
Boto wasn’t sure if it was a SkyWing thing, or something he’d learned from a previous lover.
Maybe it was both.
But honestly, he didn’t give a damn anymore.
He fluttered his wings involuntarily against the couch cushions, twining his tail around Thrush’s own as he deepened the kiss.
Pulling away momentarily to breathe and pant a bit like the dog he wasn’t, before diving right back in.
“Mmh… fuck…”
He felt Thrush’s strong abs flex against him again, his claw moving lower and lower along his belly.
The fabric of the couch underneath was already getting soaked in the sweat that coated their bodies.
The SkyWing broke the kiss and started sucking at his boyfriend’s neck, drawing out a high-pitched moan.
It was funny how all their deep conversations (and, hell, many of their conversations in general) ended this way.
Companionship and humour, into affection, into desire.
Not that Boto was complaining, or anything.
It was always nice to feel wanted.
And, oh, how wanted he felt.
Right as he expected to fall into some sort of rhythm, however, Thrush suddenly released his neck and pushed away by his arms.
“Wait.”
With scales drenched in shimmering rosé and eyes probably dilated beyond recognition, Boto stared up at his lover.
“W-what? Is something wrong?”
“No, no, nothing’s wrong. I just… we need to move to my bedroom.”
Boto wrapped his legs around Thrush’s waist.
“Baby, no. I don’t want to. I want you to take me right here. Right now.”
“B-but you remember what happened last time, right? With the cushions?” his lover was the most anxious he’d been all night, worry seeping through even his painfully aroused huffing and puffing. “We already flipped them once. We can’t- AH!”
Thrush yelped as Boto suddenly grabbed a very sensitive body part.
“I said, right here. Right now.”
Thrush opened his mouth to protest, but when Boto’s vice grip somehow got tighter, he knew the fight was already lost.
“OW! O-okay, damn…”