Post by kinkachu on Feb 2, 2012 14:52:13 GMT -5
At long last the house fell quiet, every sound sucked out to the window where only the cities natural call rang in through the walls. The evening grew late, that much Vandall could discern from where he still lay on the floor, the coldness seeping in and his stomach rumbling from lack of dinner that day. But he couldn’t have gotten up even if Lusey made him a triple layer, double dutch chocolate cake fresh from the oven. There were more pressing matters keeping him locked in his rigid state. A matter that dissipated only slightly from when she last brushed over his sensitive areas. And there on the cold wooden floor he remained, going through every literature he’d read, counting to the highest number fathomable, distracting his mind from the mass STILL throbbing and aching and stabbing angrily through his trousers.
Vandall took several long drags, huffing through the pillow and steeling his nerves for a quick glance around the room. He hadn’t heard any feet padding for some time, nor any voices belonging to his flat-mates. Only the steady thrum of Raimy’s breath and the silence that followed Lusey’s footsteps into her room.
Slowly, he turned his head to the side, cracking open an eye to gauge his surroundings. Dark shadows trickled in from lack of light, spreading stain-like over the apartments interior and the two inhabitants in the living room. Raimy faced his back to him, nestled snugly on the couch HE had occupied for the past few days, nearly sending Vandall into a foaming fit. How dare that little pest take his bed? The floor was perfectly fine for his likes while he- CRACK!
Shooting a hand to his neck, Vandall grimaced at the crack. His muscles felt stiff being frozen over the hard surface for so long. ‘Alright, so maybe the floor isn’t the greatest place to sleep, but if he thinks I’m just going to sit here and let him take what is mine, he has another thing coming!’
With a huff, the gangly treehopper hoisted himself on his knees, gritting his teeth not only from the sore muscles but also from the friction that still tingled between his legs. Blast it all! Would this THING ever go down?
A quick look downward confirmed it still sat there, up right and ready for attention like the good little soldier it was. But on this night he was not called to duty and thusly refused to take leave. ‘Insubordinate cur!’
Vandall dangled a hand over the lump, sighing exhaustedly as three options sprung to mind over this little… er… pickle he found himself in.
1) He entailed giving in to said desire and milk the damn thing dry.
2) Take a cold shower and hope it vanishes quickly.
3) Occupy his thoughts with other things and pray it left out of boredom.
The first idea flew out the door the moment it entered his thoughts, for he wasn’t about to submit to its whims and be caught servicing himself in the living room (especially when he could get very noisy during the peek of his orgasms). The second was a better choice, but again he found it difficult to obtain when he’d not only have to pass Raimy on his way there, but enter the woman’s room in order to GET to the tub. And Vandall had a sneaking suspicion that the moment he inhaled her scent and felt it fill his being, all hope would be lost.
So that only left the third option.
Vandall scrubbed a hand down his face, aware this was going to be a long, grueling night. If it hadn’t deflated in 2 hours, what the hell made him think it would in 3 or 4? Surely this had to be the longest boner he’d ever experienced, making him all the more aware just how long it’d been since he last felt the pleasures of release.
Shaking his head, he didn’t want to attempt digging up the date, sure it must have been months if not a year ago.
‘So now what, Vandall my boy? You cant expect to sit here all night, glaring holes into your manhood, can you?’ He grumbled at his inner self, doing just that. But like watching a pot boil, or attempting to, nothing happened save for a twitch here and there. “Defiant little shit, aren’t you.”
Twitch
Scrunching his lids, he growled softly with clenched fist’s, gulping down many deep breaths. But that proved to only hinder any progress he’d made thus far, for her scent filled him as if she hovered over his shoulder, lingering around his body in a taunting fashion that heightened his awareness, and girth, to a fine throbbing point.
This was useless. If he didn’t do something quick he’d be forced to unload right here and now. And cleaning up that mess was not something he looked forward to.
‘What to do, what to do, what to do whattodowhattodowhattodo!’ He fell forward onto his hands, back bowling over as his heart quickened with panic. His elbows bent, bringing his face closer to the floor, then pushed back up when he nearly fell into it.
He repeated the motion, cocking his head thoughtfully as the prospect grew more appealing. Push ups…. Yes! That would definitely distract his body and mind all in one go. Vandall sunk towards the ground again, kicking out his legs behind him, and pumped up, down, up, down, up, down. After about 20 his muscles started to strain, wobbling at the joints, threatening to give out. This seemed both absurd and sobering all at the same time. As a human he’d been able to do countless amounts without feeling the slightest strain. In fact, he recalled taking bets on hitting 500 in 5 minutes (and succeeded). Now after a measly 20 his shoulders burned, his upper torso screamed like a banshee, lungs strained for oxygen and -if he had been able to sweat- was sure he’d be dripping wet.
After another 5 he could take no more, barely catching himself before his face made quick friends with the ground. He wheezed raggedly, clutching at his heart that, ever since he’d begun, thumped painfully inside his chest. ‘Alright, so maybe you ARE a bit out of shape.’ He could admit that to himself… especially after experiencing just how terrible his body reacted to a tiny warm up. But at least this humiliating exercise had served its purpose. One quick look downward and, to his great relief, no more bulge. Back in its little pouch it went, probably just as exhausted as he, hopefully never to emerge unexpected again.
Vandall gave a tiny laugh, curling over onto his side. At least he had one victory for the night, whether it be over himself or not he didn’t care. He snatched the pillow still settled on the floor, bringing it under his head as the effects of his excursion dissipated. He was content to pass out right then and there, digging his face into its softness while giving no mind to his body screaming in discomfort.
Suddenly a pair of hands fell over his shoulder, startling the giant treehopper briefly. Raimy’s soft kriii’s cooed next to his ear, tugging on his shoulder somewhat despite how annoyed it made the other. Vandall fought to brush him off, curling even more so into himself, snarling something vicious that did little to dissuade his near sighted house-mate.
“Be gone with you and let me sleep. Or perhaps you‘d like me to teach you lesson again.”
Raimy puffed up, hooking his arms underneath Vandall’s faster then the moody bug could blink; amazing him also how strong the little pest was as well. In three steps they were back to the couch, Vandall quickly set on it and staring blankly at the fruit fly, his mouth ajar in disbelief.
Words were something that refused to come, as did the ability to think properly. Raimy took this opportunity to motion for him to lay down, picking up the blanket and in the process of draping over the others shoulders. He was stopped when Vandall snatched his hand, glaring up at him, then down to the couch. He threw the hands aside, yanking at the blanket to hold out to Raimy. “Take it and go to sleep. I don’t need you mothering me any so just…” He shoved it into the fly’s chest, not even bothering to see if he took it, flopping onto his filed down back and stare at the ceiling.
Raimy, of course, went to place it back over his comrade, stopped when those frightening violet eyes flickered onto him again. “Go to sleep, Raimy.”
He nodded at that, wrapping the cloth around his shoulders and padding over to the discarded pillow. He cozier up to it, then, after a few more seconds of tossing, drug it beside the couch. He poked his head up to flash a smile at the perplexed treehopper, clicking what sounded like ‘Good night’.
Vandall gave a nod to this and patted his head like a dog, much to the fly’s delight. “Bonne nuit à toi aussi, mon ami. Et ... Je suis désolé pour ...” He motioned towards his fuzzy face, the cracked goggles. He would buy him new ones in the morning, hoping that the fly would accept them as a proper apology and not this hodge podge scramble of words.
Raimy seemed understood immediately, flashing a bigger smile and, strangely, tapped Vandall’s hand in a there-there way. Almost like he were comforting HIM instead of the other way around. “I‘m not very good with people any more.”
Raimy rolled his eyes, as if saying ‘That’s an understatement.’
“I‘ll TRY not to assault you again. The keyword is TRY.”
Raimy stuck out his tongue, as he usually did when being playful, nodding all the same towards this strange agreement of there’s.
Vandall took several long drags, huffing through the pillow and steeling his nerves for a quick glance around the room. He hadn’t heard any feet padding for some time, nor any voices belonging to his flat-mates. Only the steady thrum of Raimy’s breath and the silence that followed Lusey’s footsteps into her room.
Slowly, he turned his head to the side, cracking open an eye to gauge his surroundings. Dark shadows trickled in from lack of light, spreading stain-like over the apartments interior and the two inhabitants in the living room. Raimy faced his back to him, nestled snugly on the couch HE had occupied for the past few days, nearly sending Vandall into a foaming fit. How dare that little pest take his bed? The floor was perfectly fine for his likes while he- CRACK!
Shooting a hand to his neck, Vandall grimaced at the crack. His muscles felt stiff being frozen over the hard surface for so long. ‘Alright, so maybe the floor isn’t the greatest place to sleep, but if he thinks I’m just going to sit here and let him take what is mine, he has another thing coming!’
With a huff, the gangly treehopper hoisted himself on his knees, gritting his teeth not only from the sore muscles but also from the friction that still tingled between his legs. Blast it all! Would this THING ever go down?
A quick look downward confirmed it still sat there, up right and ready for attention like the good little soldier it was. But on this night he was not called to duty and thusly refused to take leave. ‘Insubordinate cur!’
Vandall dangled a hand over the lump, sighing exhaustedly as three options sprung to mind over this little… er… pickle he found himself in.
1) He entailed giving in to said desire and milk the damn thing dry.
2) Take a cold shower and hope it vanishes quickly.
3) Occupy his thoughts with other things and pray it left out of boredom.
The first idea flew out the door the moment it entered his thoughts, for he wasn’t about to submit to its whims and be caught servicing himself in the living room (especially when he could get very noisy during the peek of his orgasms). The second was a better choice, but again he found it difficult to obtain when he’d not only have to pass Raimy on his way there, but enter the woman’s room in order to GET to the tub. And Vandall had a sneaking suspicion that the moment he inhaled her scent and felt it fill his being, all hope would be lost.
So that only left the third option.
Vandall scrubbed a hand down his face, aware this was going to be a long, grueling night. If it hadn’t deflated in 2 hours, what the hell made him think it would in 3 or 4? Surely this had to be the longest boner he’d ever experienced, making him all the more aware just how long it’d been since he last felt the pleasures of release.
Shaking his head, he didn’t want to attempt digging up the date, sure it must have been months if not a year ago.
‘So now what, Vandall my boy? You cant expect to sit here all night, glaring holes into your manhood, can you?’ He grumbled at his inner self, doing just that. But like watching a pot boil, or attempting to, nothing happened save for a twitch here and there. “Defiant little shit, aren’t you.”
Twitch
Scrunching his lids, he growled softly with clenched fist’s, gulping down many deep breaths. But that proved to only hinder any progress he’d made thus far, for her scent filled him as if she hovered over his shoulder, lingering around his body in a taunting fashion that heightened his awareness, and girth, to a fine throbbing point.
This was useless. If he didn’t do something quick he’d be forced to unload right here and now. And cleaning up that mess was not something he looked forward to.
‘What to do, what to do, what to do whattodowhattodowhattodo!’ He fell forward onto his hands, back bowling over as his heart quickened with panic. His elbows bent, bringing his face closer to the floor, then pushed back up when he nearly fell into it.
He repeated the motion, cocking his head thoughtfully as the prospect grew more appealing. Push ups…. Yes! That would definitely distract his body and mind all in one go. Vandall sunk towards the ground again, kicking out his legs behind him, and pumped up, down, up, down, up, down. After about 20 his muscles started to strain, wobbling at the joints, threatening to give out. This seemed both absurd and sobering all at the same time. As a human he’d been able to do countless amounts without feeling the slightest strain. In fact, he recalled taking bets on hitting 500 in 5 minutes (and succeeded). Now after a measly 20 his shoulders burned, his upper torso screamed like a banshee, lungs strained for oxygen and -if he had been able to sweat- was sure he’d be dripping wet.
After another 5 he could take no more, barely catching himself before his face made quick friends with the ground. He wheezed raggedly, clutching at his heart that, ever since he’d begun, thumped painfully inside his chest. ‘Alright, so maybe you ARE a bit out of shape.’ He could admit that to himself… especially after experiencing just how terrible his body reacted to a tiny warm up. But at least this humiliating exercise had served its purpose. One quick look downward and, to his great relief, no more bulge. Back in its little pouch it went, probably just as exhausted as he, hopefully never to emerge unexpected again.
Vandall gave a tiny laugh, curling over onto his side. At least he had one victory for the night, whether it be over himself or not he didn’t care. He snatched the pillow still settled on the floor, bringing it under his head as the effects of his excursion dissipated. He was content to pass out right then and there, digging his face into its softness while giving no mind to his body screaming in discomfort.
Suddenly a pair of hands fell over his shoulder, startling the giant treehopper briefly. Raimy’s soft kriii’s cooed next to his ear, tugging on his shoulder somewhat despite how annoyed it made the other. Vandall fought to brush him off, curling even more so into himself, snarling something vicious that did little to dissuade his near sighted house-mate.
“Be gone with you and let me sleep. Or perhaps you‘d like me to teach you lesson again.”
Raimy puffed up, hooking his arms underneath Vandall’s faster then the moody bug could blink; amazing him also how strong the little pest was as well. In three steps they were back to the couch, Vandall quickly set on it and staring blankly at the fruit fly, his mouth ajar in disbelief.
Words were something that refused to come, as did the ability to think properly. Raimy took this opportunity to motion for him to lay down, picking up the blanket and in the process of draping over the others shoulders. He was stopped when Vandall snatched his hand, glaring up at him, then down to the couch. He threw the hands aside, yanking at the blanket to hold out to Raimy. “Take it and go to sleep. I don’t need you mothering me any so just…” He shoved it into the fly’s chest, not even bothering to see if he took it, flopping onto his filed down back and stare at the ceiling.
Raimy, of course, went to place it back over his comrade, stopped when those frightening violet eyes flickered onto him again. “Go to sleep, Raimy.”
He nodded at that, wrapping the cloth around his shoulders and padding over to the discarded pillow. He cozier up to it, then, after a few more seconds of tossing, drug it beside the couch. He poked his head up to flash a smile at the perplexed treehopper, clicking what sounded like ‘Good night’.
Vandall gave a nod to this and patted his head like a dog, much to the fly’s delight. “Bonne nuit à toi aussi, mon ami. Et ... Je suis désolé pour ...” He motioned towards his fuzzy face, the cracked goggles. He would buy him new ones in the morning, hoping that the fly would accept them as a proper apology and not this hodge podge scramble of words.
Raimy seemed understood immediately, flashing a bigger smile and, strangely, tapped Vandall’s hand in a there-there way. Almost like he were comforting HIM instead of the other way around. “I‘m not very good with people any more.”
Raimy rolled his eyes, as if saying ‘That’s an understatement.’
“I‘ll TRY not to assault you again. The keyword is TRY.”
Raimy stuck out his tongue, as he usually did when being playful, nodding all the same towards this strange agreement of there’s.