As Chance led him away from the desk, Lumi shivered, and not with cold. It was warmer indoors than it should be on a spring night, where frost might have flirted with his fur before morning, even with a blanket. Though Lumi was just a lick too prideful to actually sleep on the nice cool tile, he'd still wanted it at first.
But now Lumi wanted something else, even though it was wrong. That awful dream had put it on him, and he'd drawn Chance right along into it, down into his--his want, his own pleasure. The Sunday channel called it his temptation, and perfidious, and other fat liturgical noises he mostly knew meant he was a bad dog.
Lumi was bad, and he wanted bad things, and the older golden could've done many things about it, in turn. He could've pushed Lumi away, could've fought with him, could've shouted for his humans--and from what Lumi had seen of them so far, they would have come. And they'd been pretty upset with Lumi, before.
Except Chance did none of those things. Instead, just like he'd helped Lumi up from his hiding place, and just as he'd coaxed Lumi away from the harsh wooden angles of his makeshift toy, Chance simply helped Lumi turn with him and offered his knee, broad and warm.
Lumi perched there with a grin, feeling his ears go vertical, tail swishing as he slid in close. Chance stroked warm hands up his bare back, lingering just so in his fur, and Lumi shifted eagerly into the offered crease of Chance's knee.
Lumi pushed his hips flat so he could rock without knocking them both over--soft at first, then quicker as the golden reassured him--as they leaned into each other. Chance stroked his back, soothing, bracing, making all his fur prickle.
He let out a whine for that kiss, soft, and couldn't help thrusting forward. Like that, like that, yes. So good. The joy of it curled tight in his belly, soured with the certainty that it was wrong. Except--Chance wasn't angry with him. Was encouraging him, a little, just enough that he knew it was safe. That it was going to be okay.
Even as the useless, ugly, infertile part of Lumi began to stir. It caught on the shorts, pinched, pushed awkwardly against itself and just generally got in the way, twitching with a mind of its own.
"Mmm," low, "Sorry," leaning into the hot velvet loop of Chance's ear, hardly breathing, nothing a human could hear. "Gotta be quiet." With a tight, delighted curl of his tail: "I like this. I like it when you--nnh--"
Lumi bit his lip, pushed his face against the soft, soft fabric over Chance's shoulder, but no sound came out. He was almost wound too tight to even breathe. Lumi shuddered, felt his damp thighs pull tight together, and shivered his way off that sharp, bright edge, the bottom dropping out of his stomach in a soaring swoop.
"Chance," at last, gritted rough into his shirt. "Oh, oh thank you, that's," sighing. "Better."
Even as the rest of him sat up obstinately. He knew better; it would go away if he ignored it. And he'd already tempted the other dog too far.
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But now Lumi wanted something else, even though it was wrong. That awful dream had put it on him, and he'd drawn Chance right along into it, down into his--his want, his own pleasure. The Sunday channel called it his temptation, and perfidious, and other fat liturgical noises he mostly knew meant he was a bad dog.
Lumi was bad, and he wanted bad things, and the older golden could've done many things about it, in turn. He could've pushed Lumi away, could've fought with him, could've shouted for his humans--and from what Lumi had seen of them so far, they would have come. And they'd been pretty upset with Lumi, before.
Except Chance did none of those things. Instead, just like he'd helped Lumi up from his hiding place, and just as he'd coaxed Lumi away from the harsh wooden angles of his makeshift toy, Chance simply helped Lumi turn with him and offered his knee, broad and warm.
Lumi perched there with a grin, feeling his ears go vertical, tail swishing as he slid in close. Chance stroked warm hands up his bare back, lingering just so in his fur, and Lumi shifted eagerly into the offered crease of Chance's knee.
Lumi pushed his hips flat so he could rock without knocking them both over--soft at first, then quicker as the golden reassured him--as they leaned into each other. Chance stroked his back, soothing, bracing, making all his fur prickle.
He let out a whine for that kiss, soft, and couldn't help thrusting forward. Like that, like that, yes. So good. The joy of it curled tight in his belly, soured with the certainty that it was wrong. Except--Chance wasn't angry with him. Was encouraging him, a little, just enough that he knew it was safe. That it was going to be okay.
Even as the useless, ugly, infertile part of Lumi began to stir. It caught on the shorts, pinched, pushed awkwardly against itself and just generally got in the way, twitching with a mind of its own.
"Mmm," low, "Sorry," leaning into the hot velvet loop of Chance's ear, hardly breathing, nothing a human could hear. "Gotta be quiet." With a tight, delighted curl of his tail: "I like this. I like it when you--nnh--"
Lumi bit his lip, pushed his face against the soft, soft fabric over Chance's shoulder, but no sound came out. He was almost wound too tight to even breathe. Lumi shuddered, felt his damp thighs pull tight together, and shivered his way off that sharp, bright edge, the bottom dropping out of his stomach in a soaring swoop.
"Chance," at last, gritted rough into his shirt. "Oh, oh thank you, that's," sighing. "Better."
Even as the rest of him sat up obstinately. He knew better; it would go away if he ignored it. And he'd already tempted the other dog too far.