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On the edge of a pristine lake along its white sandy shores stood the small town of Tarnish. A town famous for putting fire in the sky, and the joyous revelry that follows underneath. Within Tarnish’s borders, along the shore lay a row of beach houses. Cold grey concrete pillars and walls, identical in design placed in perfect distance as if bunkers against the cool lake breeze. The perfect ideal of what the Iron Tide deemed acceptable in architecture, even in an exciting firework laden vacation town like Tarnish. So unlike the Driftwood’s warm wooden walls and roaring stone hearth.
Within one of these concrete boxes, lay things far less acceptable to the Iron Tide than any building. And they lay together. In a room filled with the humid, stagnant air produced by its two inhabitants sweating out the poison of a bad trip all night. On top of sweat drenched sheets they rolled and turned in their own filth as they tried to chase the closest thing their drug addled minds could find to rest. It’s something some may find wrong. Yet within the life of now waking Ferro, well…
Blinking slowly, Ferro rouses from slumber. The first thing they’re eyes take in is the dozing form of their friend and fellow drug addict Cyan. Soft breath raising his chest up and down. Ferro vocalizes their first thought without meaning to.
“This is probably the first time I’ve been happy to be sober”
At the sound, Cyan turns over and faces Ferro. He takes a beat. It looks like he has something important to say. But after a few moments just sputteres out an uncharacteristically timid, “Hi, Ferro”
Ferro chuckles before responding, “Hi yourself” Ferro puts a paw on Cyan’s ear which twitches
against the touch. “What are we gonna do tonight?” Ferro asks.
Cyan wipes the sleep from his eyes before responding, “Probably just the normal thing, do lots of drugs then fuck a whole bunch?”
Ferro smirked at the idea that was their normal night. It was true, they had spent months in a blurry stupor. Doing things in bed Ferro had never even heard of, and couldn’t really even process if they liked or not. This was the type of thing that would usually make Ferro feel ashamed, but they just felt okay. They were doing it with Cyan, so that made it okay. “What do you wanna get messed up on?” Ferro asked.
Cyan paused with the same look on his face from earlier, “Can we do Hearth Honey?”
Ferro was surprised, “I thought you didn’t like how Hearth Honey makes you feel?”
“I guess well…” Cyan shuffles nervously, “I’m not as scared to feel like I’m in love anymore…”
Ferro moves to retrieve their stash from the bottom drawer of the nightstand. They suspected that Cyan meant a little bit more than just drug preference when he said that, but strangely, hearing something like that didn’t freak them out. Perhaps they weren’t scared anymore either.
“Ready?” Ferro asked tepidly.
Cyan simply opened his mouth wide. Ferro took Cyan’s pink tongue in between their fingers. It was strange. They had certainly done things far more intimate with each other’s bodies than this, but it still felt as if some sort of threshold was being crossed. They deposited a single drop of Hearth Honey on Cyan’s tongue, a normal dose for a beginner to Honey. Though not enough for Ferro to feel much at this point. Ferro dropped two into their mouth and took their seat back on the bed.
“So are you feeling it yet?” Asked Ferro.
Cyan nodded. And moved a little closer to Ferro on the bed. It was odd just how awkward everything was, considering all that they had done together. Ferro put an arm around Cyan and pulled him close to their side. They needed something more familiar, to mash their faces together in the display of primal lust they were used to. The usually brash and confident Cyan was still nervous and fidgety, so it appeared Ferro had to take the lead.
Ferro pressed their lips firmly against his. It was perhaps not the familiar escape they were hoping for, it was slower, more prolonged. Every note in the play savoured in a way that wasn’t the usual lust filled mauling. But it still felt natural. Cyan broke for a moment.
“I’m glad you’re here Ferro. I couldn’t do this with anyone else…” He said.
Ferro smiled. “I feel the same way, without you I could never have gone through with this…” Ferro didn’t understand what they meant by this, the drugs made words flow like wine. They weren’t the one trying something out of the ordinary, Cyan was.
Ferro lay Cyan down flat on the bed, caressing his body as they leaned in and made contact with their lips once again. As their tongue began tasting Cyan’s, wrapped in that most intimate dance with one another, Ferro pressed their hips down. Ferro’s tiny member pressed against Cyan’s length in a heated embrace before sliding down. Breaking the kiss and reeling their body back, Ferro's hardness passed down Cyan’s shaft in between the groove of his balls, nestling for a moment, before continuing down to Cyan’s entrance.
Ferro took a breath before entering. Looking down at their partner revealed that he was looking right back at Ferro. Big pale cerulean eyes staring right into Ferro’s being. Ferro just had to close their eyes as they pushed into him.
“What am I going through with?” Ferro thought. Perhaps it was opening their heart enough to have someone in their life again. To share oneself with another and be truly in love. But if that was the case, why were they still so scared to have Cyan look at them?
Cyan moaned under Ferro. Against all odds, it appeared that Cyan was enjoying the vacant thrusting Ferro was providing as they were lost in thought. Ferro looked down at their partner. Cyan really was a cute Verling to be on top of. His dapper little bow tie betrayed by his unkept sweat matted snowy fur. And of course his long hefty cock bobbing with every thrust.
Perhaps it didn’t matter that Ferro still didn’t like looking him in the eye. Love was irrational, strange, and otherwise bewildering. They wanted to have a good enough time that they never had to look at tomorrow. Perhaps loving Cyan was just another natural part of that. Perhaps they were finally ready…
To cum. Sensation brought Ferro back to the moment. Apparently their vacant thrusting was enough for Ferro to also get off. Ferro threw their arms around Cyan, collapsing on to him as they pressed their hips flush against his ass cheeks. Cyan wrapped his arms around Ferro as well, completing the embrace the two would spend ecstasy in. Their bodies twisted against each other as spasms sent liquid desire deep into Cyan.
Perhaps they were finally ready to admit it… Ferro looked down at the snowy Verling intertwined with them. “I love you, Cyan”
Cyan simply shot back a wiry smile that said all that needed to be said. One with joy drowning out something much deeper. Not the fear that these two often felt associated with that word. But the very reason why they couldn’t feel that fear in the first place. The realization that this would not change a thing…
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- Wednesday 27 December 2023
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