NSFW Add-on - After Party Pleasures

One dance turns to two, turns to three, turns to four. 

The two Dashers gradually pressing closer and closer over the course of the songs’ progression until there was no space left between them and Orrin was able to-

One kiss, quick and fleeting, turned to two, deeper and slower, turned to three, heavy and promising, turned to four, burning and all-consuming, turned to a number that Orrin didn’t care to keep count of and only wanted to focus on feeling deep in the core of himself.

Orrin and Raz continued to dance until the songs came to an end and everyone started to leave the bonfire and the beach itself, and even then they continued a moment longer, remaining pressed close to each other. 

Orrin’s housemates all left in time, first Mihal checking with him to ensure he didn’t want to leave with them and then Duelek to double check that he actually wanted to stay and wasn’t being forced into anything, the same concern from two separate voices. But he’d waved them both off, promising that yes, he did in fact want to stay and yes, it was because of his own mind’s wishes.

Mihal’s worry is obvious and Duelek’s comforting. It’s good to know they both care enough in their own ways to worry over whether he’s being coerced into staying with Raz long past when he probably should have left. 

But he was certain that this was his own wants, that he wasn’t being influenced by anything other than an unfamiliar, burning want. It was exhilarating, heart-gripping, and terrifying all at once and he wanted to explore it just a bit.

Raz leads him down the beach-front, along the shore away from where the bonfire was dying out and the gentle, welcoming torch light from the resort’s lodgings, beach blanket thrown over his shoulder and hand grasped in Orrin’s own, keeping him next to the other Dasher.

It’s something out of one of Duelek’s trashy romance novels, two individuals disappearing down the beach for a bit of privacy and the thought of it makes Orrin snort, failing to contain the laugh it pulled out of him.

“What’s got you giggling?” Raz questioned, grin wide and amused as he tugged Orrin closer to his side, turning his smile up towards the other Dasher. “You going to share what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I was merely thinking on how similar this is to one of my housemate’s stories,” Orrin chuckled, one of his hands rising to hide his laughing smile from Raz. “Taking off into the night, far from the public eye to indulge in some-” He trailed off awkwardly, unsure of how he was supposed to put into words exactly what he meant.

“Some beneath the clothes touching?” Raz suggested, but not stopping there he continued. “Some hanky-panky under the stars? Some loving rubbing? A little bit of unsolicited touching?”

“Please hush,” Orrin groaned, pulling away from Raz to bury his face in his hands, ignoring the other’s booming laughter for the heat underneath his fur. “How are you even able to say such things?”

“Because I’m going to do them.”

Raz’s statement, as firm and certain as it is, does very little to alleviate Orrin’s flusterment. 

The Dasher leaves Orrin to compose himself as he lays the large beach blanket out on the sand, spreading it out for the two of them.

“You ready to join me or do you need another minute?” Raz’s voice was teasing, gentle and amused with nothing but fondness. 

“I am… yes. Yes, I am coming.” He takes a deep breath, ignoring the muttered “not yet you’re not” from Raz and carefully lowered himself onto the beach blanket, gaze turning away from Raz before focusing back on him. “I have to admit to… not knowing what to do with… all of this.”

“Don’t worry,” Raz’s voice softened as the other Dasher ushered Orrin further onto the blanket, reaching out to cup his cheek. “I’ll help and we’ll only do what you’re comfortable with, alright?”

“I… yes, I understand.” A nod, he offered a nervous smile that Raz leaned forward to capture with his own mouth. It’s gentle, closer to their first kiss than any of those they’d more recently shared. 

It’s comforting, grounding, sweet, easy for Orrin to fall into the ease of it as Raz shifts closer to him, his other hand falling to Orrin’s hip to simply rest there, a warm, heavy weight. It leaves Orrin floundering as to where to place his own, hovering just above the other’s fur until he lowered them, feather-light and delicate to Raz’s sides, over where his gems lay beneath the surface of his shirt.

It stays slow for a while, steady and comforting as they kiss each other, Raz keeping his hands in place while Orrin with slow, hesitant strokes of his hands, begins to explore the other Dasher.

He’s a warm, solid figure under Orrin’s hands. Firm musculature protected by a softer layer of fat, healthy in all the ways that appealed to Orrin’s baser instincts. Strong, sturdy, healthy flesh under warm furs in browns and reds that had seemed to shine under fireglow only a few moments before.

It takes him a few passes over Raz before Orrin can slip his hands under the other’s shirt, pressing his palms directly to blood-warm fur and the motion of breath underneath, the subtle rise and fall of the other under his touch. He can touch Raz’s gems directly now, rub fingers over the face of pale gems and feel the spark of life, of magic, under them, radiating outwards in coursing archways.

He feels Raz groan into his mouth, low and pleased, alight with something that had Orrin’s heart pounding a fast, heavy rhythm in his chest. Even more so when the hand on his cheek moved to thread into his hair, carding through the long strands and loosening the ties that were holding the form of his ponytail together until they were free to fall around his form in waves of dark.

A tight grip is taken of him, at the base of his skull and Orrin makes a high noise at the base of his throat; a sharp, needy and undignified thing, and he shuffles closer to Raz until there’s as little space between them with them both upright.

“What do I-?” Orrin pulled away from the Dasher to ask, the words breathy and soft.

“Shhh,” Raz cooed, his forehead pressing to Orrin’s own, hand retaining it’s hold on his hair. “Follow my lead, ok? At your own pace.”

Raz’s free hand moved from Orrin’s hip, dipping under the band of Orrin’s pants and travelling further and further down the Dasher’s body until-

“Ah!”

-warm fingers wrapped around him in a tight grip, holding the length of him with a secure if gentle grip. His head fell forward onto Raz’s shoulder, one of his hands winding around him to ground himself in the here and now as strong, solid fingers held him and started to move over his flesh.

“There we are,” Raz’s voice was breathy and heavy with heat. “Just like that, let me show you something good.”

“I… I want to-” Orrin stuttered, trailing off with a whine as the grip on him twisted in an unexpected motion, scattering his thoughts to the wind and forcing him to tighten his grip on Raz. “I would like to-”

“Soon.” The promise is a fond thing, enforced by Raz catching his mouth in another kiss. “Let me first.”

“But-” Orrin’s cut off by another kiss, Raz’s hand sure and steady on him while he works him towards a building, bubbling break in the tension in his gut.

“Hush now,” Raz hummed against Orrin’s ear, encouraging him to rock into his hand, chase the friction, the stimulation he wanted. “Just for us, no need to draw an audience.”

The reminder that they were somewhere out in the open, where anyone could stumble across them and find them in their compromising position, is enough to tip Orrin over the edge of his precipice, spiralling out to the stars in a way that was both terrifying in how shaky it made him and exhilarating in how free and earth-shattering it felt to experience it.

He whites out, he must, there is a definitive lose of time between the strangled, cut off noise he makes and blinking back to the present with Raz’s hand rubbing down his back and soothing voice in his ear.

“-ere we go, there we go. So good aren’t you?”

“You…” Orrin’s voice was a stuttery thing, breath fanning across the skin of Raz’s neck. “Do not need to call me that.”

“Call you what?”

“‘Good’. You do not… need to.”

“But what if I want to.”

“I-”

“What if I want to call you good?” Raz continues, nudging his nose against Orrin’s cheek. “What if you’re good for me and I want to call you that? You’ve done so well already, so very good for me, aren’t you?”

Orrin’s breath escaped him in a shudder, his whole frame shaking with it or with the chill in the night air and he pressed as close to the other Dasher’s warmth as he could shy of simply crawling into his lap. 

“And you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes.” He gasped, desperately wanting that.

“Good boy,” the warmth in Raz’s voice matches that of his grip on Orrin’s own hand, carefully guiding him down to the line of his own cock in his pants, helping his shaking fingers open them and push them down enough to touch. “Gentle now, there we go. Slowly now, take your time. I don’t mind a bit of teasing.”

The last words are punctuated by a sharp, grinning nip against Orrin’s ear, Raz’s hand guiding him through the first initial strokes before moving the stroke Orrin’s sides once more, leaving a wetness over the gems set in his side.

Left to figure out how to move on his own, Orrin’s first few strokes are hesitant, gentle and feathery and barely there on Raz’s cock but the other Dasher simply let Orrin figure things out on his own, patient, calm, content to let Orrin work him up to his own orgasm.

They had the night, had nothing immediately demanding of either of their attention. 

They could spend as much time on the beach together as they wanted.

They could both be patient.