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Parrots paint-chipped nails tapped anxiously at the counter, his eyes focused on the empty space in front of his register. He was mildly zoned out, having covered a Tuesday shift for one of his closer friends and coworkers — Jumper. Tuesdays were always slower — which gave him time to sit and overthink everything he’d ever done in the entirety of his life.

That was, until a figure appeared in front of his register. He only seemed to realize when a soft and familiar voice sounded out his name, almost awkwardly — as if a bit shaken by Parrots ghost-like stance in the quiet café.

It was his best-friend — Wifies — which slightly satiated his nerves about dealing with another unfamiliar middle-aged mother ordering the most challenging to make drinks for her children.

“You were a bit out of it there for a second. Feeling okay today?” Wifies would gently speak, reaching over the counter to pull Parrots unoccupied hand into his own, squeezing it comfortingly. That made Parrot swallow nervously. He was so touchy. Normally Parrot didn’t care — that’s just how Wifies was. But today, for some reason, his stomach seemed to drop at the touch.

“Just slow today. I’ve been zoning out and thinking too hard about minor issues in my life.” He blandly replied, still not fully in tune with his surroundings yet. He was genuinely considering making Derapchu take his shift — he didn’t know if he was in the headspace to finish it today. He just wanted to sleep.

“I get it. Why not get off early? You cover their shifts every single time — you literally hold this place together to stop it from crumbling. I think you deserve to have your own day off.” Wifies encouraged — his larger hand slowly letting go of Parrots after sensing how tense he was. Wifies seemed to be able to figure him out way too easily.

“Yeah. I might. What do you want to drink?” He monotonously replied, pulling up the ordering screen on his register to prepare to punch in Wifies’ order.

“Nothing. I came here to check on you. You weren’t responding to me, and even at work, you always reply to my messages. I got worried.”

That made Parrot look back up, his stomach dropping again. He didn’t even make an effort to consider Wifies’ words — he pulled up the clocking in screen, and ended his shift with one press of a button. He drew his gaze to the workspace behind him, where Derapchu was hunched over the sink washing out cups — and Leo was ordering supplies on one of the little screens they had.

“Derap, or Leo — doesn’t really matter, I’m leaving early. Can one of you cover for me? I’ll pay you or something. I think I’m sick.” He quickly excused, already approaching the space near Derapchu to gather his belongings — which consisted of a tacky and torn up brown tote bag, and his keys to his apartment.

Derapchu had protests — but they fell on deaf ears. Leo didn’t seem to mind and simply gave Parrot a thumbs up, too busy trying to work with the newly installed system to order the supplies they were low on to look back and verbally affirm Parrots.. ‘request’ to leave.

Parrot rounded the counter, pushing past the mini swinging doors that led into the work area — his eyes locked on Wifies. Wifies gave him a smile and approached his side, still holding a concerned gaze.

“I’ll walk you back home. Want to hang out? We haven’t spent time together recently with your job constantly needing more workers and.. me studying for my college exams. We can watch a movie or something or — I could cook for you?” He seemed to excitedly ramble about different ideas he had as they left the building, entering the busy streets of the city they lived in.

“Yeah. That’s chill. I just want to relax so — nothing too crazy.” Parrot stuck close to Wifies’ side, getting a bit overwhelmed by the traffic of the sidewalk. He was thankful he lived so close to work.

Him and Wifies had met around a year and a half previous — in college. Parrot was studying English literature, but ended up dropping out — college just never was for him. The one thing good that came from going for a year was meeting Wifies — probably the only person he trusted with his life. Even after dropping out, Parrot wanted to still live in the same city — so he made no effort to move back home, instead finding a small apartment near Wifies’ campus, and a job where he’d meet some of his closer friends.

It was exam season, so Wifies barely had time to hangout with Parrot anymore — but it made sense. They were both adults with lives outside of just being together — Parrot was 19, and Wifies was freshly 20.

Wifies talked his ear off the entire walk back to his apartment from Parrots workplace — which oddly enough, Wifies had remembered. Parrot never questioned it though. He didn’t really care.

Parrot suffered through the long walk up the rickety old stairs, having almost slammed his head into a wall when he saw that the elevators were under maintenance. The only thing holding him together was the mildly annoying voice in his ear that for some reason kept him relaxed the entire way up.

Parrot jammed his key into his door, pushing it open in a rush — his bag and keys immediately hitting the floor as he lazily pulled himself to his couch, not even bothering to flick the lights on. Wifies would turn on the fairy lights Parrot had hung everywhere, he assumed. And he did. He set up parrots bag and hung his keys, before doing so.

“So, movie night then? Want me to grab some snacks — or do you not have much?” Wifies hummed, locking the door and making his way to the kitchen — like he owned the place. He began digging through the cabinets before Parrot could even respond, pulling out whatever snacks he could find.

“I went grocery shopping the other day. Should be a good amount of stuff. Grab whatever you want, just get me a water please.” Parrot replied, laying his head back into the mound of pillows and plushies he’d decorated his couch with. His apartment was a hoarders haven — full of everything he’d ever cherished, overly decorated to give him a sense of comfort.

He curled up in a large teal minky blanket Wifies had purchased him for his birthday, all too aware of Parrots love for his bedding items. As a bird hybrid, having things like blankets and pillows scattered across his house aided him in not just feeling safe — but it helped him make ‘nests’, when the time came. Though, he tended to use mostly clothes of the people he loved for his nests. Being surrounded by those smells was much more easing.

Wifies peaked out of the kitchen with a few things in hand — chips, a bowl of popcorn, a soda can — and a water, which was being held in his mouth. Both of his hands were occupied, so he had to use the next best thing.

Parrot made a disgusted face as he snatched the bottle from Wifies’ mouth, acting as though it grossed him out — but it didn’t last long, as when he pulled the lid off, he already had it in his own mouth — making no effort to clean off where his bestfriends mouth had just been.

Wifies plopped down on the spot near Parrots blanket-covered feet, where he pulled the birds legs over his lap — his tail hitting the couch repeatedly. He was excited, and couldn’t control the wagging. Parrot had learned to tune it out.

“Pick a movie. I don’t feel like doing it.” Parrot mumbled from under the blanket — his mouth pressed against the edge of it, his eyes barely peaking out.

Wifies reached to the coffee table for the remote, turning on the TV to get Netflix on. Scrolling through and picking movies was always the slowest part of their movie nights. They were both indecisive.

“Mm.. how about a romance movie tonight? After that horror movie we watched last time, I think I need a little happiness in my life.” He elbowed Parrots knees, a playful smile gracing his face. He was already on the romance section, so Parrot had no choice. Not like he really cared. He would probably pass out halfway no matter what.

Wifies pressed on the first mildly interesting romance movie he could find — one that didn’t seem to imply a tragic ending, and threw the remote to the side, scooting slightly closer to Parrot. That now left Parrots thighs on his lap. And like normal, he slid his hands under the blanket — rubbing Parrots legs to soothe the aches he always had after work. Parrot never needed to ask. Wifies knew.

Wifies would down a handful of popcorn every so often, but for the most part, never really touched the other snacks. He’d brought them in case Parrot got hungry. He never did.

They were about half an hour into the movie when Parrot began nodding off, Wifies eyes averting to look at him — his head falling to the side slightly before jerking back up — every minute or so. Eventually, as Wifies assumed, his head stayed down. And a few minutes later, mixed quiet snores and chirps followed. He was asleep.

Parrot was an odd sleeper. He slept very deep around anybody he trusted — and had no sense of alertness whatsoever. Otherwise, he was the lightest sleeper you’d ever meet. A pin falling onto the floor could wake him up.

He slept the hardest around Wifies, which was found out the hard way when Wifies had to spray water on his face to wake him up one morning — after one of their little sleepovers. Nonetheless, Wifies was still always so gentle with his sleeping body — so careful as to not wake him up.

Wifies quickly shut the movie off, then taking his time to scoop Parrot and his blanket up, princess style. Normally he’d just pass out with Parrot on the couch, but Parrot had been complaining about his wings aching every time he’d accidentally fall sleep on his couch.

Wifies blindly navigated to Parrots room, only having the dim fairy lights to lead him, and he managed to get Parrot onto his bed without hurting either of them. He maneuvered the bird under his blankets, brushing a few stray hairs from his peaceful face.

Whenever he slept was when he’d look the most relaxed. That always was a fact that made Wifies’ heart ache for his best-friend.

Wifies leaned down, pressing a small kiss to Parrots cheek, rubbing his thumb into the other cheek, as though he was cupping the birds face.

“I love you,” He whispered, pressing another kiss to his forehead before retreating — focusing his attention on Parrots dresser drawers.

He approached the tacky-painted piece of furniture, humming happily as he tugged open the top right drawer — a smaller one — and found exactly what he’d always go for when he’d stay here.

His best-friend’s panty drawer.

Parrot and Wifies, the two best-friends nobody could pull apart. Parrot and Wifies, the two best-friends that would do anything for each-other. Parrot and Wifies, the two best-friends that trusted each-other more than anybody else in the world. Parrot, who had unknowingly developed a romantic affection towards Wifies. Wifies, who had been unhealthily obsessed with Parrot since he set eyes on the bird.

Wifies was never one to hide anything from Parrot. No, never — but, there were exceptions for when he had thousands of photos of Parrot on his phone saved to one album. Exceptions for when he would curl his fists up every time Parrot even dared to look at another person. Exceptions for when he’d steal Parrots belongings — especially his clothing, for his own personal reasons.

Wifies was insane over his best-friend. Wanted him to himself. Every single time he was over here, he’d steal a pair of underwear, or a shirt, or something that smelt like Parrot — and Parrot never seemed to notice. He didn’t care much for the things he wore, it did not concern him when things went missing. Every single time he went over there, he’d also make sure to steal a kiss from the sleeping bird. Whether it be a risky night, where he kissed his lips, or a typical night like now — where he’d kiss his best-friend’s forehead, or cheek.

Wifies knew Parrot loved him. He just didn’t want to make a move yet. It may be more awkward to steal underwear from your boyfriend, right? So Wifies waited. He assumed maybe in between the time, Parrot would confess first. Unlikely, but possible.

Wifies pulled out the cutest pair he could find — and brought them to the bathroom with him. He didn’t forget to snag a pair of Parrots sweatpants — he’d need to change for bed afterwards. He had more important issues to focus on first, though.

Wifies made sure to lock the bathroom door, whipping his phone out and pulling up his favorite photo of Parrot to date. One he had snuck when Parrot fell asleep with his head in Wifies’ lap, his face as sweet as ever. He set his phone and the picture up to where he could see it from where he stood — then unbuckling his jeans and shrugging his boxers off.

The poor thing was already rock hard, leaking in his boxers. He couldn’t help it. Merely seeing Parrot made his instincts go crazy. It was purely self control that led to Parrot still being unknotted by Wifies.

He wrapped the panties around his cock, breath hitching as he did so. He knew he had to be quiet. Even if Parrot never woke up with him around.

He began moving his fist up and down, the panties scrunching up every-time, dampening with his pre-cum as he moved. The picture was only motivation to keep going.

Of course, he couldn’t help a few quiet whimpers — little muffled barks. It was hard not to be vocal when it came to Parrot — his love, his angel, his everything. Parrot just made him too excited.

But of course, Wifies was no lucky man. Parrot did wake up. Not because of the noise, or because he heard Wifies leave the room, but because he simply needed to go to the bathroom. His feet lazily threw themselves off the side of the bed, stumbling his way out of the room as he went to try and open his bathroom door which — to his surprise, was locked.

“W’fies?” He mumbled, rubbing at his eye as he stood there awkwardly, tugging on his shirt with impatience filtering through him. He wanted to go back to bed. He hoped his best-friend would hurry.

What the poor bird hadn’t known was that Wifies had just accidentally came all over his panties just from hearing his voice. He barely even got two minutes into jerking himself off — he was nowhere near close. But that voice mumbling his name — it was like an angel sang to him. He never came in Parrots panties — because then it would gross him out to keep them. He wanted them to smell like Parrot. Not himself.

He cursed under his breath, a broken whimper escaping his lips, as he quickly shut off his phone and pulled his boxers back up — putting himself in Parrots sweatpants and scooping up his jeans. He didn’t know what to do with the now messy and sticky panties — so he threw them into the small trash can next to the toilet, unraveling some toilet paper and scrunching it up to cover them. He then flushed the toilet — to pretend he’d been going to the bathroom himself.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m done.” He yelled, washong his hands in a rush before pulling the door open — his heart stopping in its spot for a moment at the sight of the sleep-ridden bird, staring up at him questioningly.

Wifies nervously smiles and brushes past Parrot, going to hide back in the birds room before he could think too hard about what just happened. He neatly folded his jeans and set them by his side of the bed, crawling under the covers as his heart still beat violently in his chest. If he’d been caught, Parrot might’ve never spoken to him again. He was beyond lucky that he barely scraped by tonight.

But Parrot was no idiot. He could smell the unfamiliar lustful scent Wifies gave off through the door — which led him to checking the bathroom out after he went pee like he needed to originally.

He noticed the green peaking out in the trashcan. And with a deep breath, he pulled them out — pinching them between his thumb and his pointer finger. His heart almost stopped.

It was no coincidence. He never threw cum covered panties in his fucking trash. And after smelling Wifies through that door, he knew damn well what happened. Even in his still extremely exhausted half-asleep state, he could figure it out all too easily.

Parrot threw the panties back into the trash, swallowing thickly as his breathing increased slowly. He didn’t know how to feel. He wasn’t grossed out, and he didn’t know why. In fact —

His thighs were squeezing together, and he couldn’t even process that fact. He also didn’t seem to process the way his current panties dampened, as his eyes flicked back to the hallway — towards his opened bedroom door.

Parrot turned the bathroom light off, sluggishly making his way back to his bedroom. He found Wifies facing the wall opposite to him, his tail not wagging like it normally did when he was around Parrot — even when he slept.

Parrot quietly got under the covers, inching closer to Wifies’ back, his warm breath now very noticeable on Wifies’ neck. He could smell the dog’s scent change drastically when Parrot did this. It was obvious. Parrot had figured it out — Wifies obviously liked him. And it was beyond just a harmless, friendly crush. No. It was something more.

Parrot got even closer, now pressed against Wifies’ back, his nose in the man’s neck. He could feel Wifies’ tail twitch slightly when he did it.

“I know what you did.” Parrot mumbled, a sigh following his words. He hated that he was doing this. Hated that he found some sick enjoyment in this. He should be mad, disgusted. But he wasn’t. He was just as bad as his — now perverted best-friend. He couldn’t get mad when he was getting wet to the thought of it all. That would be unfair. Parrot wasn’t ever unfair.

Wifies shriveled up at his words, his tail tucking between his legs, a dejected whimper leaving him. Parrot frowned.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” He whispered, too scared to turn over — to see his best-friend’s disgusted face. Not that Parrot actually had one.

“Don’t be sorry. Turn over, look at me.” Parrot insisted, and Wifies very hesitantly listened. When he focused his eyes on Pareot, he found that the bird didn’t have any particular look on his face — just a blank stare. And a slight tint of red on his cheeks.

“I think I’m in love with you. And I think that because of that — I’m anything but mad at you for the little stunt you just pulled. I wish I was mad, but —“ Before Parrot could finish, his lips were smashed against Wifies’ — the dog hybrids tongue already down his throat. He couldn’t help it anymore. He needed Parrot. Needed to claim him, have his way with him — he’d been waiting too long.

Parrot protested for the first few seconds — but eventually gave in, melting into the kiss — his leg being thrown around Wifies’ waist. Wifies pulled back for a short moment, their spit still connecting their lips, and spoke.

“I’m sorry. I need you. Can’t help it anymore. You look too pretty. I love you so much.” He rambled aimlessly, pressing his lips back onto Parrots — not wanting to hear whatever he’d respond with.

Wifies’ hands snuck up Parrots shirt, stopping below his small chest, keeping the bird on edge as he rested his hands there. That irritated Parrot. If they were going to do this now, why wait?

Parrot stopped the kiss, pushing Wifies back with heavy pants leaving his throat. He could barely hold the shared gaze between them, seeing Wifies’ face now was making him more wet.

“Make me feel good,” He finally spat out, his voice quiet, barely above a whisper. Wifies almost growled in response — immediately flipping Parrot onto his back, Wifies towering above him.

Suddenly, his teeth were in Parrots neck, his tail swinging back and forth at a speed it hadn’t ever achieved. He wanted this so badly.

“Mine, mine, mine. You belong to me — me and me only — you only love me right? Right?” He insistently spoke, pushing Parrots shirt up to grope at his chest. He was practically bulging out of his sweatpants by now.

“I — only you, yeah — fuck, Wifies —“ He lazily stuttered out in response, too out of it to even process half of what Wifies was saying to him. But his response seemed to please the dog, making him rut his hips up against Parrots still clothed crotch.

Wifies whined at his words again, digging his face further into Parrots neck so he could smell him. He blindly reached for Parrots pants, forcing them off — his fingers finding the damp spot on Parrots panties almost immediately.

“You’re wet? You — you like this? F-fuck, Parrot. You don’t know how long I’ve needed this. Needed you. Pretty fucking bird. I’ll be gentle, I — I promise.” He stumbled over his words, almost cumming in his pants right then and there when his fingers rubbing against the dampness forced a choked moan out of Parrots mouth.

“More, let me hear more. Let me hear you moan. For me? Please, please angel. Just this once.” He practically begged, kissing up and down the birds neck as his fingers rubbed circles against Parrots covered pussy — the urge to slip them into his hole intensifying. Even if he couldn’t get his cock in Parrot tonight, he wanted to make his best-friend feel good. Make Parrot need him just as much as he needed Parrot.

Parrot was overwhelmed, though. His best-friend was spitting out longs strings of sentences that — his sleep-addled and lust-driven brain couldn’t process right then. Everything was happening so fast.

He chirped quietly when he felt Wifies’ fingers slip past their boundaries, pushing his panties to the side — the man’s thumb rubbing circles on his clit. He shuddered, pleasure racking through his body. The action forced a small whimper from him, which in response, made Wifies growl.

Wifies’ middle finger found its way to Parrots leaking hole — teasing his entrance by circling the rim. His mouth was still assaulting Parrots neck, ensuring that people would know of their deeds for the next week or so.

“I’ve never done this before — please — be careful,” Parrot mumbled through his small noises, one of his hands gripping the blankets under him violently while the other tangled in Wifies’ brown locks, pressing his face closer to Parrots neck.

“I’ll never hurt you, ever. Sit back and let me make you feel good, yeah?” Wifies responded, casually — despite how not casual all of this was.

Parrot didn’t quite exactly know why, but the way Wifies worded it made him want to squeeze his thighs together. He could feel the man’s glasses bumping his neck consistently, which he used to distract himself from the small ache now forming in the pit of his stomach as Wifies’ finger began to push past the tight space that was his entrance.

Parrots hips would jerk every so often as Wifies’ finger slowly worked its way in, soft calls of the man’s name making him more insistent on fitting all the way inside. And within just a minute or so, his middle finger was lodged fully inside of Parrot — a small pleased hum escaping his mouth.

“Want me to start moving it, sweet boy?” He questioned, pulling his face away from the birds neck momentarily to lock eyes with him — which was the first moment Wifies got to see his best-friend’s needy face. Parrot didn’t respond. Wifies smiled.

“Look at you. If I would’ve known you’d be this desperate I could’ve had my way with you long ago. Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.” He cooed, leaning down to press a short-lived kiss to Parrots lips — his middle finger now slowly thrusting in and out of Parrot.

Parrot was still trying adjust to only one fingers, but still wanted more. His own fingers could never reach the areas he needed, the few times he’d ever masturbated — and to be completely honest, he always had to imagine it was a certain someone inside him instead. That certain someone who was fingering him now.

“I can take more — please,” Parrot practically begged, almost immediately getting what he craved when Wifies pressed his index finger against the tightness — slowly slipping it past to move alongside his middle finger.

Two fingers eventually became three, and three became four. He had never been so stretched out before — crying his best-friend’s name like a prayer. He didn’t know just how badly Wifies wanted to defile him.

“M’gonna cum soon,” He spoke breathily, against Wifies’ ear — after a long while of purely moans being the only thing he could get out. Wifies chuckled at his words, his fingers speeding up almost immediately — a borderline sinful amount of squelching filling up the room.

“Come on Parrot. Make a mess on my fingers.” He urged, his mouth now on the birds collarbone, working at the supple skin there. He wanted everybody to see the bird covered in his marks. To know Parrot was his.

Parrot squeezed Wifies’ fingers like a vice, a particularly loud whimper escaping him — and moments later, Wifies’ fingers were dripping, and Parrot was panting like he’d ran a marathon. His cunt was fluttering around his best-friends fingers, his hips jerking against them. He never experienced an orgasm where his vision went white until then.

“That’s my boy. You did so good. So perfect for me.” Wifies praised, sluggishly removing his fingers — pulling them up to his lips, where he made no effort to hide as he cleaned off Parrots mess. Parrot could barely watch, his eyes squeezing shut — it made him cringe. He didn’t want to see his best-friend gag at his taste.

Which was quite the assumption, because Wifies was torn over the fact that Parrot tasted like heaven. At least, to him. He was perfect in every way, and Wifies couldn’t get over that.

“Don’t hide from me now baby. Look.” He cooed, making Parrots eyes hesitantly open back up — the birds gaze hazy. He watched as Wifies pressed one final kiss to his cheek before sitting up — getting off the bed and going straight to Parrots dresser again, where he grabbed a new pair of panties to replace Parrots now soaked and messy ones.

He pulled Parrots current panties fully off, lifting his legs to put the new ones on. Parrot was losing it at the small act of intimacy. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get used to how Wifies took care of him.

“I’d give you more, but you’re tired. How about we go to bed and — discuss all of this tomorrow? It’s better that way.” Wifies hummed, getting himself comfortable again — this time while pulling Parrot against his chest.

“Mhm.. there is a lot to talk about. And not enough time tonight.. so m’sleeping.” He would tiredly mumble, making Wifies laugh — his face finding its way back into Parrots neck.

“Goodnight then, Parrot.”

“Night, Wifies.”

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Parrot awoke to hot breathing against the back of his neck, his wings pressed harshly against his back as another weight held him in a tight grip. His body felt like it was melting — he was on fire. He groaned quietly, pushing his elbow back against whatever it was — still very much so half asleep and not-so-caught-up on.. recent events.

In response, the arms wrapped around his waist loosened, a dejected whine sounding directly after it. Parrots eyes then forced themselves open, his head pounding violently as he began to struggle out of the grasp.

“Parrot?” A quiet and familiar voice sang from behind him, making him blink once, then twice. He slowly managed to sit up as the arms fully slid off of his waist, his head very hesitantly turning to look at the person next to him.

It all came back. Taking off work. Movie night with his best-friend. Passing out. Waking up to go to the bathroom. Finding out his best-friend had gotten off using his underwear. Being turned on.. by it? And then, they got mildly intimate.

His face burnt up, his nails digging into his thighs. More of the paint chipped off, leaving yellow and teal nail polish chunks to stick to his thighs or his comforter, depending on where they fell.

This is now how he was confronting his feelings for his best-friend. Feelings he had never noticed he had, feelings he’d brushed off as loving your friend.

“You feeling okay?” That same voice — Wifies, spoke again. Parrot now, more in tune with his surroundings, met eyes with the figure, his throat tightening. He nodded. Wifies frowned, sitting up beside him. Of course he could tell when something was off. When had he not been able to?

“I feel like I should shower. I ended up sweating pretty bad.” He quickly dismissed, sliding off the edge of his bed to approach his dresser — which had a notably half open drawer that held his undergarments. He quickly pulled a pair of comfortable ones out, and then pushed the drawer closed, trying to think of anything but what he’d found the night before.

He opened the larger drawer below to pull out a blank white T-shirt, and then his eye-blinding bright aquamarine colored sweatpants he loved so much.

He didn’t care to grab a bra. Somehow, he still felt fully comfortable around Wifies. He didn’t know why, he wished he could be mad, but it was hard to be. He kept internally creating reasons for why Wifies would be doing such a thing. Maybe it was impulsive.

Despite the saddening look on Wifies face, and his unmoving tail, Parrot refused to stop and speak any more — instead heading directly for his bathroom, where he’d lazily dump his fresh clothes in the sink, leaving his dirty ones to collect dust in the basket tucked into the corner.

His shower was at least slightly relaxing. Parrot normally preferred cold water, as both his ‘ear wings’ and back wings were sensitive to extremely hot water. He had trouble controlling his body temperature a lot, and he easily got heat stressed — something he’d developed being a bird hybrid. For some reason, despite all this, he decided on scalding hot water — and he seemed blissfully ignorant when his skin stung violently from it. He took his time cleaning himself, feeling nausea overtake him when he reached his more private areas. He didn’t even think he could put his fingers near there without getting very descriptive visuals of the night he’d just had.

But he wasn’t going to be nasty. So he did anyways. And was forced to think about things he — didn’t particularly dislike, but wasn’t ready to face yet.

After that, he tried to be quick — no longer wanting to savor the heat numbing his skin. He stumbled out of his shower, sopping wet, and lazily pulled his yellow towel over himself, letting his hair leak until a puddle formed at his feet.

He was reaching for his hairbrush when the door clicked open, the door he was almost fully sure he’d locked — and he quickly stepped back as the man he very much so expected peaked in.

Wifies normally would sit in the bathroom when he showered. And he’d sit in the bathroom when Wifies would shower. They trusted each-other enough. They always mutually appreciated the company, somebody to talk to while they cleaned themselves up. Wifies must have been confused as to why Parrot went without him. That made guilt hit his heart, and he frowned before Wifies could even get a word in.

“Uh — are you okay with me in here?” He muttered nervously, almost shamefully. He kept his eyes locked on the floor for whatever reason, and that made Parrot upset — his best-friend never acted this way. (He didn’t know that Wifies was simply having heavier reactions to seeing Parrot stripped after what they’d enacted upon hours earlier).

“Yeah. Watch out for the water on the floor. Didn’t really bother putting a towel down there before I got in.” He finally replied, after almost thirty seconds of him staring at Wifies, and Wifies staring at the floor.

He watched as Wifies tail slightly wagged at his words, pushing himself through the door and closing it behind him to avoid any cold air coming in. His immediate actions following were grabbing a clean towel from Parrots bathroom shelf, and laying it out beneath Parrot. It crumpled up against the back of his feet, but collected the water dripping from his hair. Wifies then trailed over to the closed toilet, sitting on it with his hands neatly — and anxiously — tucked in his lap.

Parrot could see the way his legs bounced extra hard, now locking eyes with the still full trash next to his toilet. Another pang of guilt hit him — one that he couldn’t even defend, because why should he be guilty over something his best-friend had absolutely done on his own volition?

He tried to focus on brushing his hair out, his towel being loosely held up by one arm — slowly slipping out of his grasp as he tried to quicken his pace.

He caught it before it fully slid down his body, setting his brush aside and locking his eyes on his clothes. He normally didn’t mind getting dressed in front of Wifies. And oddly — he still didn’t. He thought maybe he’d feel uncomfortable now, but he was just as enthusiastic as before about being comfortable with Wifies in these situations.

Now, he did let his towel fall. He tried to ignore the way he felt his best-friends eyes burn into his side as he tugged on his panties, followed by his sweatpants and then his T-shirt. The man’s tail always gave him away, and telling by the thumping of it against the porcelain of the toilet, he was absolutely staring and enjoying the view.

Parrot liked that. Another feeling he couldn’t understand. They just kept coming.

“Alright. You don’t have to sit in this stuffy bathroom anymore, I’m all done.” Parrot finally broke the silence, swiftly applying his peach-scented perfume before reaching down to pick up the now soaked floor towel, throwing it into the half full basket of dirty laundry.

As Parrot exited the bathroom to go into his living room, making a pit stop to his room to snag his phone, Wifies followed behind him like a lost puppy, waiting for any small interactions he could get from the bird very impatiently.

Parrot fell back into the corner of his couch, his typical spot with his large mound of pillows and stuffed animals, and kicked the blanket draped there off — his body still recovering from the heat of the shower. Wifies sat right beside him, all up in his space, as per usual — leaning his cheek on Parrots shoulder.

Parrot hummed quietly to fill in the silence, pulling his phone out to finally go through his messages. He had quite a few from his friends, namely Derap — who he decided on checking first. He didn’t notice the way Wifies’ breath hitched as Parrot read through the texts, which were mostly complaints about work and how they missed Parrot because he could always handle everything better.

Wifies didn’t like the implications that anyone but him could miss Parrot. He pressed closer to Parrot, pushing his phone down, making it slip out of the birds hands and into his lap.

Parrot side eyed him, confused as to why he’d done that. He hadn’t looked at anything bad — why was Wifies upset?

“Don’t worry about texting them. I’m right here. Focus on me.” He huffed, wrapping his arms as best as he could around Parrots waist. They were mutually adjusted to being touchy with each other. Something about this seemed to make Parrors stomach get fluttery, though.

“I was just checking, didn’t really plan on responding,” He paused, eyes closing in on the arms once again locking around his waist. He continued a moment after — his own hand brushing against Wifies’.

“I would say we can go out, but I’m not feeling it today. Movie nights already past, so I think that means we get a lazy day. At least until you leave in a bit, for class.” He suggested, avoiding the thought in his mind that was urging him to bring up the night they’d just had.

He let his phone fall to the floor, pushing Wifies onto his back, allowing himself minor space between Wifies’ side and the back of the couch to curl up in, his cheek smushed against the man’s shirt.

“..I liked last night. You’re good with your fingers.” He suddenly spat out, as though he was unable to resist it anymore. He had his moments of bluntness, and now seemed to be one of those moments.

Wifies tried to keep himself calm, avoiding the throbbing in his pants the moment those filthy words flipped from Parrot. He had classes in just about two hours — he had no time to try getting his dick in Parrot again.

“That won’t be the last time, hopefully.” Wifies mumbled, too lust-clouded to give much more of a response. As bad as he felt, all he could now think of was cumming on Parrots face, and the poor bird had no idea.

Parrot seemed to take it a bit heavily, his face once again heating up, eyes staying lined up with his own fingers on Wifies’ chest. It felt very special — that small moment between them. Parrot didn’t know what they were. He hoped they were still best-friends.

They spent the next hour and a half talking after the initial awkwardness that followed Wifies’ response, Wifies’ hand eventually finding its way to Parrots hair, scratching at the back of his neck as their conversation flowed gracefully. Of course, all good things come to an end — and Wifies was forced to get up and abandon a now very sleepy Parrot on his couch — needing to get to his own place to pack up for his classes. Parrot noted the goodbye kiss Wifies left on his head. Something he’d never done before.

Parrot ended up staying on the couch unmoving after the warmth of his best-friend was gone, his eyes hooked to the front door — the last place he’d seen Wifies.

Parrot felt a slight throbbing between his legs as many thoughts ran through his mind, but he was too out of it now to do anything about it — which left him to eventually pass out right there, his phone somewhere on the floor, body uncovered and exposed to the cold of the dark apartment.

[Wifies]
6:34 PM
you alive

[Wifies]
6:35 PM
missing u extra with all these boring classes

[Wifies]
6:40 PM
wya imy

[Wifies]
6:46 PM
call me when u wake up pretty

Parrots eyes fluttered open, the bright purple glow of his TV having alerted him, along with the dull ache in his side — where the TV remote had lodged itself cozily, leaving button imprints all over the birds exposed skin due to his scrunched up shirt.

He took in the dead silence of his apartment, aside from the quiet hum of the air condition (that he kept going even in winter) and the default music that played when he went inactive on his TV screen. It felt a bit liminal.

He reached down onto the floor to try and find his phone, his fingers clawing around until they grabbed onto the device — the screen lighting up the moment his fingers touched the screen, displaying a mass of texts and missed calls from Wifies. It was 8:49 PM. He’d slept for so long.

Parrot already missed Wifies’ voice, more than usual for that matter — which is what led him to finally texting back, requesting that they call.

[Parrot]
8:50 PM
im sorry I fell asledp Can we ca ll?

He messily typed out, not caring to correct his spelling mistakes and grammar issues. His eyes were still blurry from the long day nap he’d taken.

Parrot wasn’t even able to process that Wifies had read his message before a call popped up on his screen, which he almost immediately answered without even reading the name.

“Enjoy your sleep? You were out for awhile.” A breathy voice sounded from the phone, some quiet shuffling and moving around picking up on the microphone. Parrot almost melted. It was comforting to hear him.

“I missed you, so I slept. I don’t have work and I don’t have you, what am I left to do?” He wearily replied, staring at the call screen as though waiting to see Wifies’ face pop up.

“Awh. I missed you more. It’s hard to survive my classes without my best-friend blowing up my phone about annoying customers at work.” Wifies teased, more odd shuffling sounding — then a noise the sounded mildly like metal clanking.

(A belt being pulled off.)

“Can I come over tomorrow? I miss your cat. It’s my last day off. I want to see you again.” He complained, as if he hadn’t seen Wifies just a bit ago — and survived basically a week without him previous to that. It was rare to catch him being so clingy.

“You can always come over, Parrot. You have keys to my house. You don’t need permission. Okay? And my cat likes you more than me, so.. do with that information what you will.”

Parrot swore his stomach fluttered when Wifies told him he doesn’t need permission to go to the man’s house. It felt very intimate. Yet another thing added to the list. It was like they lived together, almost. The heat between his legs was returning again.

“Okay. Don’t be too jealous, I still miss you more than your cat. I dreamt about you,” Parrot admitted, remembering very scattered and blurry parts of a dream where he and Wifies were absolutely making out in the back of his car.

“Dreaming of me now, huh? That’s cute. Wanna tell me about it?”

“Absolutely not.”

As they continued their light banter and conversation over the phone, Parrots hand began traveling down under his sweatpants, his panties growing damp as he listened to Wifies talk. Something about his voice.

Within just a few minutes, he had one finger inside of himself, still holding himself together aside from the minor breathless of his voice that was becoming more noticeable the more he fucked himself.

And on the other end of the phone — well, Wifies had began jerking off maybe five minutes into the call. He had been on edge since their short conversation before he left, and he needed to get off. Parrot calling him was the perfect opportunity. That angelic voice could always get him.

At some point, they both went silent, leaving their quiet breathing and minor background noises to fill in the silence. Parrot broke it. He didn’t mean to. But he did.

Obviously, without Wifies’ voice, he was having more trouble cumming. So he stuffed a second finger into his slick hole, which stretched him out nicely — but he couldn’t get his own fingers as deep as Wifies had. That’s what led to the high pitched whine that rumbled from his throat, his frustration reaching an all time high as his wrist got sore from doing all of the work.

Wifies heard it, of course. And he was no idiot. He had caught Parrot doing the exact same thing as him in the exact same moment. He found that endearing.

“Enjoying yourself?” He finally spoke, a hint of teasing present in his voice. He heard Parrots breath hitch, and his breathing go quiet, which made him smile in an almost sick way.

“Keep going Parrot. I didn’t tell you to stop.“ Wifies continued after the long strip of silence, making Parrots ear wings perk up as he curled his fingers deeper. Something about the tone of Wifies’ voice made him clench around himself, pressing his head back into his couch cushion.

“I miss you,” Parrot heaved out, his voice scratchy and whiney. Wifies fingers tightened around his cock, a quiet groan leaving him. It was hard to bear through hearing Parrot moan like that without being there and touching him — but Wifies knew better. He would be patient.

“You’ll see me again tomorrow, okay? Don’t worry. Keep going, sweet boy.” He cooed, his thumb digging into the side of his cock as he felt his orgasm building up — basically matching up with Parrot, who was now uncontrollably moaning into his hand.

“Cum for me, Parrot.” He hummed almost casually, as if he could tell when Parrot was right on the edge. And he was completely correct in his guesses. Parrot made a mess of his fingers almost immediately when he heard Wifies say that — as if on command.

Breathing was the only thing either of them could hear, Wifies having came all over his stomach — his eyes squeezed shut. They were both slumped against their couches, experiencing post-orgasm incoherence.

“Can you stay on the phone when we go to bed?” Parrot whispered, his eyes blurry as he tried to make out his ceiling fan that hung directly above him.

“Of course. Surprised you can even sleep anymore than you already have, but.. go clean up, okay?”

“Okay.”

Chapter Text

Parrots breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling as drool dribbling down his chin — soaking a small patch of his white sheets, and narrowly missing his phone. Speaking of, it was overheating to a terrible extent — leaving it on a phone call the entire night was no clever idea. Nonetheless, Wifies own shuffling noises could be heard from the other end of the call — his eyes focused on the call screen, ears tuned into every small breath that escaped Parrot. He’d woken up very early just to do this.

Parrots phone violently buzzing cut off the peace, though. Wifies could hear it through the like, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment — before a frown graced his features. Parrot had almost immediately hung up. He must’ve taken the call. That aggravated Wifies. After all they’d done together the past two days, Parrot couldn’t bother even saying goodmorning, or goodbye?

He sighed, setting his phone down with a defeated look. It was 6 in the morning. He supposed it was about time he woke up. He had early classes today, in around two hours.

…

Parrot rubbed his sweater paws together, growing beyond bored. He’d been forcefully put on the schedule at work, as Derapchu had an ‘emergency’ and couldn’t be there. He was going to kill the man if he had a chance. Parrot was enjoying his time off.

He had lazily dressed himself that morning. It was a 7-12 shift — and he’d been woken up a bit last second, so he didn’t really consider what he put on. He had on a multicolored knit sweater and sweatpants — and likely looked unprofessional. It was a cafe, who cared either way?

He had, of course, texted Wifies the entire time. It was almost 10:00 now and he was staring at the unmoving messaging screen with extreme impatience, not appreciating how long Wifies was taking to respond. Even if he had classes, Parrot still deserved a little thumbs up!

He pouted, his bottom lip protruding as his shut his phone off and pushed it aside, instead dragging his attention back to his register. He didn’t enjoy how clingy he’d felt since that night — the night he’d.. caught Wifies fucking his panties and then almost Parrot!

He should be mad. Disgusted. Sickened. Instead, it made him crave Wifies’ affection much more than he ever had before. He wanted more. Much, much more. He’d only fallen harder since then.

Until around 11:00, his day remained uninteresting. A lack of replies from his bestfriend, around only 5 customers in the past hour — and his coworkers constantly calling his name for help doing very trivial and easy to understand tasks. He felt like a babysitter rather than any sort of employee.

All of his bad luck and boredom quickly disappeared, though, when the ring of the front two doors drew his attention, bending back slightly from Jumpers side to focus on who was walking in. He had to hold back the ecstatic smile he felt trying to push its way onto his face.

“I’m sorry I never texted you back. I had a load of work to get done today, and I decided I’d just finish it all in one go so I had more time to spend with you — but, I kind of ghosted you for a few hours instead.” Wifies nervously rambled, eyes unfocused as Parrot slid over to the register — forgetting about his task of helping Jumper.

He seemed to slow down his words, eventually silencing himself as they locked eyes. Wifies then turned slightly pink, gripping the edge of the marbled counter like a shy teenage girl facing her crush.

“Don’t be sorry. I was a bit aggravated, but the reason you had is acceptable. So I’ll let it slide this once.” Parrot remarked, a teasing undertone present in his voice that made Wifies almost immediately relax and smile.

“..I get off in an hour. It’s kind of slow right now, though.” He bit down on his lip, trying to figure out to word what he was thinking — finish what he wanted to actually say.

“I’m.. going to go to the bathroom to wash up a bit. It’s hot in here, sweater and all.. want to come with?” He managed to get out, the implications in his words most likely obvious — but it’s not like Wifies cared. And Parrot knew that.

Wifies never replied. He spun on his heels and aimed straight for the bathrooms — not attempting to look back at Parrot even as the bird followed closely behind, allowing Leo or Jumper to take his spot. They were extremely understaffed, but with one hour left of his shift.. he couldn’t create too much damage.

Wifies only focused his attention back on Parrot when he went to grab his wrist, tugging Parrot into the very first stall. Parrot didn’t expect it to become this heated this fast — he’d simply wanted a kiss. But he honestly didn’t mind this either.

When the stall door was closed, Parrot was immediately pressing his lips to Wifies’ own. Tugging his face down, standing on his tippy toes — chirping into the man’s mouth and all. He was taking the lead right then and there, giving Wifies not even a moment to think.

When he finally pulled back, both their breathing being unsteady and loud, Wifies quickly began laughing. He wiped a bit of spit from Parrots lil with his thumb, practically making heart eyes at him.

“I don’t think best-friends make-out in bathroom stalls, but maybe I’m wrong.” He remarked, his voice snarky. Parrot only rolled his eyes.

“Well don’t need to label it now, do we? I think I’m okay with making out with my best-friend. I’m sure some best-friends do it.” He hummed, not forgetting to make note of the excitement present in Wifies’ eyes. He’d basically implied that they were somewhere beyond just friendship but — unlabeled.

“I hope you didn’t come into this stall expecting us just to kiss.” Wifies quickly switched the topic, pressing Parrot back onto the door of the stall, sliding down onto his knees with no shame present in his eyes whatsoever. His long fingers ran up Parrots thighs, stopping at his waistband.

“You’ve been working hard, yeah? Want me to reward you? I’ll make it real fast, I promise. I missed you. Please?” He borderline begged, pressing his cheek to Parrots knee, his eyes peering up at the bird with a bit of intensity.

Parrot felt his knees almost buckle. It was already becoming hard to hold himself up. Wifies was way too blunt — he’d have to correct that. If not, Parrot may lose it.

“..What if somebody walks in? We can go back to my place. An hour isn’t that long!” He quickly combatted Wifies’ asks, but it was all in vain, as Wifies only tutted at him, fingers hooking around his waistband and tugging his sweatpants down.

Wifies could’ve came right then and there, just seeing the pretty orange panties Parrot had on. Lacey ones. They were made for him, they looked beautiful on him — at least Wifies thought so.

“Nobody will catch us, baby. I promise. As long as you can keep your pretty mouth zipped, we will have no issue, yeah? Just let me make you feel good. I can’t wait. I missed you too much after last night.” He was very insistent, beginning to kiss at Parrots inner thighs — squeezing whichever one was unoccupied by his mouth at every moment.

Parrot, meanwhile, was losing his sanity. He was already beginning to soak his panties with his wetness. Wifies’ warm breathing on his thighs, his hot tongue — it felt like heaven, and he hadn’t even reached the best place yet.

“Wifies.. I — I don’t want to get in trouble. I could get fired.” He found the best excuse possible, but he still wasn’t fighting back — only his words went against Wifies. Otherwise, he wanted every bit of this.

“Shh. Be quiet. Sit still for me baby.” He disconnected his mouth from Parrots thigh, making quick work of his panties. What was hidden underneath was even more beautiful — god, Wifies could stare at his pretty pussy all day. He was made for Wifies.

Wifies ran a finger through his folds, collecting a small bit of wetness. He didn’t let it go to waste, pushing the finger into his mouth before diving right into Parrot. He didn’t hold back, his mouth wrapping around the upper portion of Parrots cunt and torturing him.

His hands constricted Parrots thighs, forcing him to sit still as he sucked on the birds clit — making Parrot slap a hand over his mouth with twitching hips and quiet chirps.

Oh, how Wifies loved when Parrot chirped. It was like a reward. It only egged him on further, circling his tongue around Parrot entrance before pushing into his hole — his thumb working to continuously give attention to Parrots now abandoned clit. He had never eaten somebody out before, but he seemed to be doing a good job — Parrots squirming and choked whines confirming it.

It was going so well. Until the door to the bathroom opened. Parrot almost immediately went to grab onto Wifies hair, trying to stop him, but he received a slap to the thigh, making him quickly release and choke on a moan. The person likely heard it — but due to how stuttery the moan was, Parrot hoped they’d ignore it.

“I told you to sit still and be quiet. Don’t you dare try getting out of this. You aren’t leaving this stall until you cum on my tongue, ‘kay?” He whispered, momentarily having to pull back from Parrots pussy — but he was diving back in only mere moments later.

Parrot would collapse if it weren’t for the help of Wifies’ hands. He was on the verge of tears from how good his best-friends tongue felt inside of him, violating his insides. Not to mention, the consistent rubbing of his clit — he was so close. He’d feel so ashamed if he were to cum on the man’s face, but he had no other choice. He couldn’t escape it.

Parrots hand found its way back in Wifies’ hair, but this time, to use him as a way to stay fully upright as he felt his orgasm nearing. Wifies could tell, and didn’t scold him — it only made his dick harder when the bird pulled at his hair, pressing his cunt closer to his face. If that were even possible.

Wifies could feel as Parrot finally came, his hole tightening around Wifies’ tongue — making him go a bit rougher just to squeeze every last bit out of Parrot. And that, he did. Parrot made a mess of his best-friends face, and somehow his pants too. Whatever didn’t make it into Wifies’ mouth, dripped down onto his pants. But knowing him, he’d probably jerk off with them later.

Wifies was very insistent on getting the last bit of wetness from Parrots cunt, practically licking clean before he carefully stood up — pulling Parrots panties and sweatpants up with him. He made sure to keep a good hold on the bird, as he’d fall over otherwise. His knees were buckling, and his entire body was shaky.

“You did a good job. Handled it so well. Why don’t you go finish your shift baby, yeah? Then we can go back to my place.” He purred, almost teasingly when he told Parrot to return to his shift. He only had around 20 minutes now, so he hoped he could clock out just slightly early.

He couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed it, despite how badly he wanted to choke out Wifies for almost getting them caught! If he’d been reported, he’d lose his only source of income, his pride, and possibly his friends. (Wifies didn’t mind. He couldn’t deny provide for Parrot if it meant the bird would be reliant on him forever.)

Parrot clocked off early that morning. Leo and Jumper didn’t mind due to the intense slowness they’d been experiencing. It typically got busier in afternoons as that’s when the local college kids would come to study, but he wasn’t on schedule for then. So they could worry about it, not Parrot.

Parrot hoped that he could figure out what they were tonight — when they were at Wifies’ house. He couldn’t tell. Should they be boyfriends? Or is that too much? Maybe Wifies was just experimenting — trying to figure out his feelings.

Parrot didn’t know just how obsessed Wifies was, though. And he’d soon find out just how bad it got.

Chapter Text

It had been a week. After the night Parrot spent with Wifies a few days previous without any sort of confirmation as to what was going on between them — he had decided his best course of action was to.. avoid Wifies. He supposed if he did, maybe then he could figure his own feelings out — and Wifies could fess up as to what this all was.
But he couldn’t get it off his mind. Especially what they’d done in his literal work bathroom. He needed a distraction — and that distraction was going to be the only other people he spoke to. If he hung out with other people, he could stop thinking of it.
So he texted his group-chat with Derap and Jumper. He just hoped they wouldn’t say no — he needed to stop thinking about all of this weird shit with his ‘best-friend’. If you could call him that.
[Parrot]
8:34 PM
hey, are you guys available tomorrow?
kinda wanna hangout if so

[Jumper]
8:35 PM
im sorry parrot!!! im going on a date
with squiddo.. maybe another day? :(

[Parrot]
8:37 PM
thats okay, just was curious haha
Jumper quickly replied, letting him know that she wasn’t available for the next few days due to her own plans with her girlfriend. That brought Parrot's hopes down majorly. Though, before he could be fully bummed out — Derap also replied.
[Derap]
8:40 PM
yooo was gonna go buy some new figures
from the mall sometime this weekend.
wanna come w/ me tomorrow?
Parrot beamed at the text – despite the fact that he typically was never really ecstatic over hangouts. He affirmed the plans almost immediately, and he and Derap set a time for the next day to meet up. It was convenient, Parrot had been needing new clothes anyways. The mall was a perfect choice.
He went to sleep that night without too much stress on his mind — but Wifies’ face never left his mind. He had to try his very hardest to ignore the 24 notifications he could actively see from the man when he went to set his alarm — and he was successful, somehow. He never handled stress this well. It was odd.

Wifies squeezed his phone tight between his fingers. His face was burning up red from the anger settling inside of him. He lurked quietly in the large mall, his eyes never leaving the curled up colorful wings that were Parrots. He was going to flip his lid if he did not get an answer from Parrot about what the fuck was going on.

Parrot didn’t even seem on edge. He shopped without care, having casual exchanges with Derapchu about a sweater he liked, or a store he wanted to check out. It was too intimate for Wifies’ liking. Why was it not him? Why did Parrot ignore Wifies for a week straight, what had he done wrong? He had assumed that their exchanges were mutually beneficial – he thought Parrot liked him. Was he being played with?

How did he even find out? By walking the same path he always did to Parrot's apartment – just to find Parrot walking away from it with Derapchu next to him before Wifies could even reach the staircase. It crushed his entire soul to see.

Hundreds of texts. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Did I do something wrong?’ ‘I miss you.’ ‘Want to come over?’ – ‘delivered’ adorning every single one after being sent. Even to this moment, as he would watch Parrot open his phone – his messages were never touched. Not even once.

Wifies waited. He waited and waited until the right moment – waited for any opening he could find. Until it came. They had seemingly shopped themselves stupid, with both of them carrying a mass amount of bags – and had ended up in the food court, where Derapchu headed off towards the bathroom, and Parrot nibbled at the cold mall salad in front of him. He didn’t like meat that much, and Derapchu had insisted on a Japanese restaurant.

Wifies dragged his worn converse to Parrots table, pulling out the chair that had previously been occupied by Derapchu and taking his own seat in it. Parrot gazed up, dumbfounded – a forkful of greens and shaved carrots lingering near his mouth, but never getting eaten. It instead fell back down onto his plate.

“Wifies,” He breathed out, a slight panic setting in. It was easily noticeable when his hands began having tremors, a knot forming in his throat. He felt his mouth going dry. He did not expect to have to confront this so soon.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Wifies cut him off, his voice slightly muffled by his black-and-white striped scarf. It was cold out today, but Parrot had never seen him wear a scarf. His glasses were further down his nose, but he had never failed to push them back up in mere seconds previous to today. Those two small things were very easily picked up by Parrot – and Wifies had always seemed to make small and meaningless changes to anything he did whenever he was upset or angry for longer periods of time. These must be those changes.

“Is he better than me? I could have taken you to the mall. I would have paid instead. He wouldn't do that for you, would he? What did I do wrong?” He continued, growing impatient with Parrot's silence. He wanted an answer before that annoying prick returned.

Parrots palms curled into fists, squeezing as hard as possible. His skin turned pure white from the action. He was not mad, he was regretful. He was trying to figure out what to say, and it was making him nervous.

“No. You didn't do anything wrong. I just needed time to think about everything. I wanted to spend time with my other friends.” He managed to finally spit out, having come to a conclusion with the direction he would take this situation. “How did you even know where I was?”

Wifies glared at him, his eyes burning deep holes into Parrot's own. His fingers were anxiously tapping at the cheap minimalistic table, his heavy scent infusing with the air around them – unable to control it due to his frustrations. He smelt slightly different depending on how he was feeling, and Parrot, again, could notice. Saliva puddled in his mouth when he picked up on it.

“I tried to go to your house because I was worried. Tired of no response. Saw you leaving with him before I even got into the building.” He put simply, not exactly lying – but also not exactly telling the truth about how he had stalked Parrot the entire way, all the way up until Parrot sat down in the seat he was in now.

Before either of them could continue the tension-packed conversation, Derapchu stepped into view, a curious look on his face as he stood with no seat. He had a feeling that whatever had happened when he was gone – was probably not good.

“Ah.. Funny seeing you here, dude. If you guys want to, you know, talk – I can leave. I was planning on being done after eating, either way..” He nervously mumbled, reaching for his styrofoam box of food. He was surprised he didn’t get bit when his hand entered Wifies’ personal space – he could smell the very heavy and intoxicating musk in the air, and it was intimidating!

Parrot nodded slowly, a look of guilt on his face that alerted Derapchu of unspoken apologies for how this all ended up. Though, his friend was understanding – and he picked up his shopping bags without another word. He decided waving would be better than saying goodbye.

Wifies’ eyes bored into Derapchus back until he was fully out of eyes reach, his purple irises flicking back to Parrot.

“You are coming home with me. I don’t feel the need to talk about private matters in front of an entire mall food court.” He bluntly stated, pushing himself up from the rickety chair, expectantly looking at Parrot.
Parrot wanted to protest — but he didn’t. Because he also didn’t feel like dealing with this publicly. He supposed he could at least see Wifies’ cat, Ronin. That may alleviate the stress.

Parrot didn’t know how he got here. Crying into Wifies’ arms, snot running down the man's shoulder. He felt pathetic. The moment they had walked through the door, Parrot broke down into tears – apologizing for ignoring his best-friend for so long, feeling especially guilty after reading the texts.

Wifies had immediately began comforting Parrot, pulling him into a hug and petting at his hair and wings – but it did no good. Parrot ugly cried until his eyes were puffy and his head pounded, eventually ending up on the couch – curled up with Wifies’ cat as his supposed best-friend cooked a gourmet version of microwave ramen for him.

“I’m sorry,” Parrot managed to barely mutter, his voice muffled by Ronin's fur pressing against his face. The cat licked at his cheek, making him smile ever so slightly despite his attempts to not. It felt a bit wrong, considering the still unresolved situation.

“Don’t be. I am more curious as to the reason you kind of started it all. You’re confused as to what we are, right?” He spoke in a sing-song tune, as if excited for whatever came next. “Then why not just say it? I want to be your boyfriend. I thought I displayed that pretty well by getting you off, what, three times now? All that matters is if you reciprocate it. I do like you a lot, Parrot.”

Wifies topped off the bowl of ramen with a boiled egg split in half, his long fingers scooping it up and balancing his way to Parrot — trying to avoid rolling the chopsticks off that were neatly placed atop. Wifies couldn’t eat with chopsticks, but Parrot could. So he had them. For Parrot.

When Parrot was handed the bowl, he relaxed just a small bit — feeling a bit more at peace now that he could eat. He had eaten at the mall — but had felt too sick to finish much more of it. He felt slightly better now.

Parrot now could process and consider Wifies’ words, his fingers nervously poking at the edge of the ceramic bowl. He recognized it. It was one he’d painted with Wifies at a pottery shop near his apartment. He’d kept it. And Parrot recalls engraving their initials on the foot of it — which made him smile.

“I.. think I’d like to be your boyfriend. I feel like it was scary because — I’m just so used to being your best-friend, becoming more terrified me. I didn’t want to lose my best-friend. But then again, not becoming more terrified me even more — because I want to be with you, in a way that goes beyond friendship.”

Parrot stared into the bowl of brown and scalding hot broth, scooping up the chopsticks and skillfully wrapping noodles around them to begin slurping at. It felt less awkward, to him, if he ate while waiting for a response in that short moment of deafening silence.

He only got one bite of noodles in before larger hands were taking the bowl from him, setting it on the glass coffee table as he frowned in confusion.

Though Wifies didn’t allow him to feel confused for much longer, leaning down to line up with Parrot — grabbing his face and pressing their lips together. Parrot had never reciprocated so fast, his need to have Wifies as something more driving him crazy.

“If you’re going to be my boyfriend, let me make this clear, lovely,” Wifies started, rolling his tongue over his teeth while watching as Parrot intently focused on him. “You are mine. I don’t care if you think it’s corny, or stupid. I don’t want to see you speaking to or being with any other person like you do with me. Those relationships will be casual, and I will get the most of you. In return, I’ll give you all of me.”

Parrot felt nauseous trying to process his words — it was a lot. The most he got was that Wifies wanted.. most of his affection? Which made sense, if they were boyfriends. It didn’t feel wrong to ask, so Parrot nodded, agreeing all too fast with him.

But Wifies appreciated his eagerness to please, slotting himself right next to Parrot on the couch before pulling the man into his lap. He could finally give Parrot what he deserved for leaving him.

“Now. As boyfriends, baby, I do think my reaction to your earlier decisions is completely understandable. And I think I deserve an apology of sorts that goes beyond words.” He hummed, his fingers tracing shapes over Parrots belly.

“I don’t like how he looks at you or speaks to you. He will never know you like I do, yeah? But you still picked him over me today. So you get to show me just how much you love me. See if you can prove that you will devote yourself to me, without him ever crossing your mind.” His words were almost sinisterly spoken, his tone deeper than usual — or any be it was just because he was right against Parrots ear, kissing right below it once he finished.

Parrot couldn’t put his finger on why he was getting wet. And he’d prefer not figure it out, as he’d likely be ashamed. So he’d let Wifies take care of it for him.
“I don’t like him more than you. I just wanted a distraction. I’m sorry.” He tried to explain, not really allowing himself to properly understand what Wifies was telling him — he just got defensive.

“No, love. Sorry isn’t going to cut it.” He spoke breathily back to Parrot, hooking his thumb around Parrot's waistband. He had zero shame — he felt comfortable doing this now. He knew Parrot enjoyed it, so it was less shameful.

Parrot didn’t protest as Wifies forced his pants down to his ankles, leaving his panties only. They were ‘cheeky’ panties — a comfortable pair that hugged his lower half. Wifies could drool just at the sight of it, his breath hot on Parrot's neck as his fingers ran over the fabric.

“So pretty, like always. My boy.” He purred, pressing his thumb over the spot where Parrot's clit rested — making him squirm slightly and chirp at the surprise. Wifies went insane whenever he’d hear Parrot chirp.

Before Parrot could even enjoy the touch any further, Wifies had flipped him — pulling his ass up while his face pressed into the arm of the couch. He was clearly much less patient today — and Parrot secretly enjoyed it.

Wifies worked his panties down until they hung on his ankle, leaving him fully exposed. He was dripping, embarrassingly enough, and did not want to look back to see the likely sarcastic face Wifies would make.

“Oh, baby. Shouldn’t have let me make you wait so long. Look at you, you’re soaked.” He cooed, sliding a finger through Parrots glossy folds to collect the small bit of wetness there. He popped the finger into his mouth, cleaning it off without an ounce of disgust.

“You taste just as good as you look, my love.” Wifies would praise, leaning down and neatly spreading Parrots cunt apart to inspect it — before diving his face in like a starved man. He wasn’t trying to get Parrot to cum just yet — no, he wanted to tease the boy until he was crying.

“W—Fuck! Wifies — too much, hold on, please,” He sputtered, digging his nails into the arm of the couch as he tried to pull himself forward — the stimulation making him shake violently. Wifies didn’t let him get far, though, his hips being pulled back almost immediately. Wifies followed it with a light smack to Parrot's thigh, making him chirp in slight confusion.

“Shouldn’t have gotten all buddy-buddy with Derap, hm? Are you sorry? Tell me how sorry you are, baby. Come on.” Wifies provoked Parrot even further, pulling away from his pussy to admire the sight of Parrot dripping all over his couch. He pushed his thumb right past Parrot's entrance, circling it to tease Parrot even further.

“I – I already said I was sorry, what are you on about? Fuck – Wait –” He was cut off by Wifies tutting at him, shoving his thumb fully into the bird – making him spasm around his finger violent. Wifies had never been this cocky with him before, and Parrot was struggling to figure out his game.

Parrot melted into the side of the couch as he was fingerfucked stupid – moving from just Wifies's thumb all the way up to his pointer, middle, and ring all lodged inside. Parrot was drooling, trying to argue back with Wifies every so often – but only failing as the pleasure got to his head. Wifies was soaking in all the obedience at that moment, his cock aching in its constraints. But he knew he couldn’t fuck him properly yet. He had to get Parrot desperate, to the point that he took what he wanted himself.

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers, you’re going to cut off my circulation. Gonna cum, Parrot? Come on, pretty bird. Say my name when you do it. Who do you belong to?” He rambled on and on, but Parrot was out of it – swimming in his own desires as he finally began to release on Wifies’s fingers, crying Wifies’s name in a slurred way, soaking his entire hand from how much he came. Wifies was the only thing holding him up – otherwise, he’d slump over and pass out. He didn’t have stamina. Wifies was still his first.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for me, pretty. You are mine.” He dug his fingers into Parrot's waist, smearing a bit of his cum on the bird's skin – pulling him into his lap. He didn’t pay much attention to the leaking on his pants, hugging Parrot's limp body and kissing at his neck.

“I love you, beautiful. Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up n’ take care of you. Let's get you in the bath, and then I’ll remake your ramen, okay? Shh.”
Parrot nodded into Wifies’s neck, staying still and enjoying the warmth. He might be able to get used to this. Just maybe.

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Boyfriends. The word ring through the birds mind, reeling his thoughts into madness. He clenched his mug tighter, chewing on his inner cheek and as a result — making a light taste of iron flood his mouth. An exasperated sigh left him, and he set his tea down. His favorite flavor, passion fruit green. Everyone always said he was nasty. He thought it tasted good.

Wifies and him had finally established a relationship after what felt like forever of sexual tension — and even moreso, awkward and uncomfortable situations. Being boyfriends now — it seemed to be even worse. That was the opposite of what he’d expected, what he’d wanted.

He loved that he was with Wifies now. But — it didn’t feel the same. He was too afraid to even lean on Wifies’ shoulder without flushing violently and having to leave the room. His senses were heightened around the man, and he felt everything. Every touch, every word, everything Wifies did — it would drive him insane. Wifies was the creep, not him — so why was he thinking like this? He didn’t know. He hated how awkward he made it.

Wifies never minded though. Of course he didn’t. He was focused on ensuring Parrot was simply happy.

Parrot hadn’t had any sort of sexual interactions with Wifies since they’d started dating. Parrot never had a high sex drive like Wifies, but — fuck.

That was particularly why Parrot was standing in the kitchen, his tea cooling slowly, with Wifies’ sweatpants. Not just that. He had bright purple panties purposefully tugged up his hips so they very obviously protruded out his pants. Whenever he’d stretch with his hoodie, they’d peak out.

This was Parrots pathetic and miserable attempt at trying to get Wifies to initiate the way he used to. Wifies was so much more focused on Parrots comfort now that they’d started dating, he hated it!

The door clicked open, leading both Parrot and Wifies’ cat into directing their gaze to the door. Speak of the devil. Parrots plan was in action, and he needed this fast!

Wifies eyes immediately caught Parrots, and his smile was warm. It made Parrot want to fold on the spot. Wifies set his bag on the floor carelessly, approaching Parrot with excitement. His arms wrapped around Parrots waist, his face finding its way to Parrots neck. He took in a long whiff, then breathed out — as if relieved.

“You smell so good baby. I missed you. Are you doing okay?” He pulled his face away, locking eyes with Parrot. A wisp of hair blocked Parrots eye, and Wifies swept it behind his ear, admiring that burning red face with pure adoration in his eyes.

“I — yeah. I was just making tea with — with your cat.” He side eyed the grey and white cat, receiving no response from the focused cat. He looked back to Wifies, smiling nervously. He wanted Wifies to see. He didn’t know how to show him.

Wifies seemed to take his response normally, pulling away from him completely — leaving Parrot with a pout when he couldn’t feel the cold hands at his sides anymore. He’d went to pet the cat. He was absolutely jealous. It was shameful.

Parrot had to try multiple different tactics he’d looked up. So he moved away from the kitchen ever so slightly — having left his tea behind. He instead crawled up onto the couch, pulling his phone from his sweatpants pocket. His upper half slouched over the arm of the couch, forcing his hoodie to ride up. He could feel the cold air brushing against his skin. He could tell that the underwear were still adjusted properly.

“So, classes? How’d they go?” He made quick small talk to pull Wifies’ attention back to him, and he could feel his heart rate increase slightly when Wifies came over to him — cat in his arms, of course. He took the spot next to Parrot, moving Parrots feet into his lap, his tail thumping slightly against the couch.

Wifies hummed in response, considering the question as he side glanced Parrot. His breath hitched, and he paused his thoughts. He tried to understand what the hell was going on — having been presented his boyfriend ironically purple underwear popping out from under his sweatpants. No, Wifies’ sweatpants.

“..Good.” He mumbled, putting together some pieces in his head. He wasn’t going to pounce just then and there. He wanted to see if this was purposeful. If Parrot acted again, he’d know. So he ignored it, instead switching to rubbing gently and soothingly at Parrots inner thigh.

Parrot waited another few minutes before sighing, clearly frustrated. And he’d only just begun. But of course, Wifies was too dense to notice!

He ignored Wifies as the man began scrolling through a variety of half watched anime shows with one hand, the other petting away at his cats head — instead returning to the kitchen to remake his tea. He wasn’t slightly disappointed he’d forgotten about it, in all honesty. He was excited to drink it before he’d gotten to overthinking.

But oh, it was the perfect chance. He made sure to adjust his pants a bit lower when Wifies was focused on the TV, making the panties easier to see without messing with the hoodie much. Then he began getting to work at his very specially curated tea.

Wifies spared Parrot a small glance, and realized he hadn’t even had to wait a full five minutes to see Parrot flaunting the panties again. He smirked ever so slightly, and leaned back, eyes locked on the slight curve of Parrots lower half.

“Cute panties, baby. For me?” He purred, deciding on an anime he’d been planning to finish for quite awhile. Parrot stiffened, but the slight flutter of his wings gave him away. He was excited. It worked even easier than the articles said.

“..They’re your favorite color, yeah. Why are you staring? Freak.” He spat back in response, keeping up with his typical bossy attitude to further egg on responses from Wifies.

“I think it was done with the intent to make me stare, sweetie. You look real pretty in purple.“

Parrot shot a glance back at Wifies, having just dropped the tea bag into his water. He put up a fake frown, and shook his head. He seemed to pretend Wifies didn’t comment on them, picking his tea up and reproaching Wifies. But oh — he dropped his spoon to mix the sugar in right in front of Wifies.

Bingo. Parrot bent over directly in front of him, taking the spoon back into his grasp. Wifies stared, and my, he was getting excited. He had to hold back everything — he didn’t want to dive in yet. This show was getting cute already.

Parrot set his tea down after mixing the sugar in, slumping down on the couch. He throw his legs over Wifies’, leaning into his shoulder. He was practically in the man’s lap and — now for the second surprise. He had purple stockings on. No, purple and white striped stockings.

Wifies could now more visibly see the translucent stockings as they were directly in his lap, despite being mostly covered by Parrots sweatpants. And he was starting to paint a mental image of what Parrot would look like fully stripped right then.

Wifies’ hand rested on Parrot’s inner thigh, rubbing at the clothed area. He squeezed, following up the action by pressing play on an anime he’d never finished watching due to his mass amount of schoolwork.

Parrot needed a reason to get these sweatpants off, but he didn’t think that far ahead. All he could truly think of was to continue riling Wifies up.

Wifies had plans just as much as Parrot did, he made an effort to pull Parrot fully into his lap, but he did it subtly and slowly — Parrots eyes focused on the TV. Wifies’ very much so present bulge was pressing against Parrots thighs now.

Parrot ignored it. He adjusted, purposefully pressing against it while readjusting. He had turned to face Wifies, hugging him and resting his chin on the man’s shoulder.

“You can’t watch anything like that.” Wifies breathed out.

“I don’t want to.” Parrot quickly responded.

They sat in silence aside from the TV for quite a bit, and Parrot wanted to make a move. He was desperate. He couldn’t handle the throbbing ache between his legs everytime Wifies would so much as quietly grunt — he felt like he was in heat.

Parrots hand sneakily pressed into Wifies’ side, then sliding down to his waistband. He awkwardly ran his fingers along the man’s belt before reaching his bulge — his hand grazing over it.

“Parrot.” Wifies warned, tapping softly at his back. Parrot didn’t know where the surge of confidence was coming from. He’d wanted Wifies to act first. But he was impatient and — and he needed Wifies to see the surprise he’d prepared.

So he didn’t stop. In fact, he wrapped his hand as best as he could around Wifies’ clothed cock — breath hot against his neck. The adrenaline was rushing through him.

“If you don’t give me what you know I want I’ll take it.” Parrot mumbled quietly, now nipping at his boyfriends neck — his hands desperately grabbing at the man’s crotch.

Wifies was not taking this lightly. He was quick to fumble for his belt, attempting to pull his cock out because he was enjoying this just as much as Parrot — but Parrot grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. He stared at Parrot. Confused.

“Hold on.” He quickly muttered, now sliding off of Wifies’ lap. It left Wifies with a pout, a dejected look in his eyes and a motionless tail. But as he continued to watch, he seemed to come right back to life.

Parrot stripped his shirt off, leaving just his bare chest — and then, his pants. He was too impatient to wait on surprising Wifies. That’s why he was stripping now.

It was a sight to behold underneath. Pretty purple panties that hugged his butt just right — and oh, those stockings. He looked utterly delectable — in Wifies’ eyes.

Parrot took the moment of vulnerability Wifies had to drop down between his legs, slowly tugging the man’s jeans down with a little excited yet nervous stare forward. Wifies was practically drooling — and there was a large wet patch in his boxers. Ironically right where his dick rested.

“Do you like it?” Parrot anxiously asked, a bit worried he may have been a turn off (despite how dumbfounded his boyfriend looked while dripping pre-cum in his underwear.)

Wifies snapped back to life, nodding and reaching out to pet at his boyfriend’s brown hair.

“You’re so perfect. I hope you can take care of the mess you’ve caused, though.” His eyes flicked down to his boxers, and Parrot smiled ever so slightly. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the bulge that rested there. His hands slid up Wifies’ thighs, his slightly inexperienced mouth doing its best to be., pleasuring.

His drool soaked the man’s boxers even more, making his cock become much more visible over the next few minutes. Parrot took his sweet time, rubbing his thumb right into Wifies’ waist — mouthing at his clothed cock like he was starved.

The needy bird could only last so long before Wifies found himself bare, his boxers suddenly strewn about the floor within the blink of an eye. Along with his pants, of course.

Parrots fingers curled around the cock, squeezing it as if to test the waters — a pleased hum leaving Parrot when Wifies let out a quiet groan. He placed soft kitten licks to the tip, cringing slightly at the salty taste — but it wasn’t particularly gross. He just wasn’t used to this sort of thing.

“Bear with me, I haven’t really done this.” Parrot added, before going a bit further. He continued to mouth at the sides of Wifies’ cock, his thumb pressing into the tip to not leave it attention-less. Wifies was beyond fucked. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to recover from this.

“You seem like a — fuck — natural, angel.” He managed to spit out, giving Parrot a surge of confidence as he smiled even wider and braced himself for the next step.

His mouth opened as far as it could, and he pressed the tip to his tongue — wrapping his lips around the flesh. His teeth grazed the skin there, and Wifies hissed, slightly digging his fingers into Parrots scalp.

“Watch the teeth baby, breathe through your nose.” Wifies cooed at him, and Parrot was quick to obey — eager to please the man as best as possible (so he could get his own reward, more than anything).

His head slowly pushed further down, taking more of the cock into his throat — until he gagged, pulling off with spit still connecting his lips and Wifies’ dick. He took a deep breathe, then pushing his head right back down. He made an effort to start bobbing his head, eliciting some.. downright sinful noises. Parrot was vocal even when giving the man a blowjob, and he didn’t even realize how quickly it was breaking Wifies down. His legs were already shaking, and his grip on Parrots hair was mean. Parrot didn’t exactly notice, though. He was beyond focused.

“F-fuck, good boy, good job — that’s — that’s right. Just like that Parrot — fuck, yiur mouth was m-made for me. God, you’re so pretty, s-so fucking pretty.” Wifies rambled on, his voice slurred from the pleasure blurring his thoughts and ability to process.

Parrot was loving the praise, though, and it only encouraged him to drive his boyfriend more insane. Whatever he couldn’t fully get down, was being squeezed by his hand. Aka — the little bit of Wifies lower cock that his mouth couldn’t quite reach yet. And parrot used his tongue in the most perfect, eye-rolling ways! How did he learn to do this? Wifies couldn’t tell you. (Nor could Parrot, for that matter.)

Parrot pulled off again, saliva now hanging from his chin, tears welling up in his eyes — and he pressed sweet little kisses all up and down Wifies’ cock. To tie the bow on the present, he stared up at Wifies while doing it — making his blurry-visioned boyfriend want to fuck his face stupid.

“I love you,” Parrot whispered, pressing a final kiss to the tip before taking Wifies’ dick right back into his mouth — knowing he was already right on the edge.

“Baby, babyboy — I’m gonna — gonna cum. Keep going, fuck a-angel —“ Wifies was so busy babbling, he couldn’t even recognize when halfway through his sentence — he began cumming down his boyfriends throat, hips jerking ever so slightly as his head rolled back.

Parrot didn’t expect that. But he couldn’t complain. Wifies did not taste gross, thankfully, and it was quite endearing to see the man in his position for once.

But oh, Parrot wasn’t done there. He hadn’t came yet, and that wasn’t fair. Wifies didn’t see it coming, even as Parrot climbed back onto his lap, pulling his panties to the side to expose his now soaking cunt — resting himself right on top of the man’s lap.

Wifies blinked, staring up at him. All he could think of was how Parrot had the most beautiful face ever. How he’d never let anybody have Parrot if it wasn’t him.

“I know you’re a bit worn after that, so I’ll do most of the work.. help me out if you get the energy, okay?” He hummed, lining up Wifies’ tip with Parrots hole. Wifies’ eyes widened, though he made no effort to protest — seemingly only getting more excited. Parrot was finally right where he wanted him.

Parrot bounced up and down on his boyfriend’s cock, kissing at his neck and praising him as best as possible through his loud whines and high-pitched moans. Wifies soaked in the noises, his own hips moving slightly on their own to meet Parrots movements.

“You look so handsome. I love you, so much.” Parrot cooed, cupping Wifies’ chin and kissing his cheek. Wifies could fold right then and there, his hands reaching for Parrots chest — zero shame in himself as he went to grope his boyfriend.

“I l-love you. My boy,” He quietly replied, groaning loudly directly after. He wouldn’t be able to last long. But he was too far gone to even feel his own dick — it felt numb.

“I’ll make you feel just as good as you make me feel. You deserve it.” He egged Wifies on further, pressing his nose back into the man’s now sweating neck. He loved the intimacy of the position, hugging his boyfriend as tight as possible while riding him. He tried to ignore the needy hands on his chest.

“I don’t want to end this so fast, but I — I’m already about to cum.” Parrot continued on, his voice more hushed as he felt a knot growing in his stomach. (Little did he know).

Wifies could only nod, not able to recognize his own closeness. Which was going to be the death of him in the next 2 minutes.

Parrots hips stopped with a more aggressive bounce, sounding out a loud mewl from him — signaling his orgasm. And oh. Wifies had never felt such immense pleasure in his life. Parrot was so tight, clamping down on him like a vice — and Wifies couldn’t process as he grabbed Parrots hips, digging his nails into the supple skin there, a knot forming in his cock — stretching his boyfriend out with zero warning.

..

“W-Wifies? What — Wifies!” Parrot tried to pull away when he realized that he was being — well, knotted — but when sat upon a needy dog hybrids cock.. he was absolutely and utterly fucked. And he knew that, even as he protested.

Wifies’ tail thumped against the couch with extreme excitement, soft whines escaping him as he tried to fuck his knot into Parrot. It came to be impossible, though — Parrot was too tight, and he’d already been stretching the bird beyond his limits with the knot.

“J-just going to.. have to wait until it goes d-down. Sorry baby..” Wifies whispered, not processing the consequences of this all yet. Parrot stared, dumbfounded — but ultimately, he accepted fate. They could discuss the issues later. Parrot leaned in, kissing his boyfriend’s jaw one more time before slumping in his arms — leaving them both to wait.

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hi guys

im really sorry for not updating this. I was finally getting the motivation to work on it and I started planning the next chapter, but a bunch of drama his occurred in recent days within the Ls/Uu subtwt I was in and I’ve lost quite a few friends including one who was a big help in giving me ideas for this fic.

all of this has caused me to lose any motivation, and I really am sorry. I don’t want to abandon this fic and im not going to, I just can’t predict when I’ll write again for it. I really just feel myself get nauseous when I involve myself publicly in the community after what’s happened because I’ve seen people talking about me and such and im a sensitive person so I think distancing from publicly talking about ls/uu may help until im feeling better.

I am always up to talk parfies on dc, just let me know ur @ and I’ll add you if you want. 🤍