Riptide's heart thundered in his chest. There was nothing quite like being in peril to get one's blood moving.

A few meters up the beach, two large men were locked in combat, one bearded, dressed in army fatigues and a bulletproof vest, the other in nothing but a form-hugging speedo. Grunts and curses joined the kicked up sand as the two hulking males collided. Sweat glistened on the bared back of Riptide's partner, a sheen highlighting his mahogany skin as toned deltoids and biceps rippled—

"Psst! Hey!"

Riptide snapped back to his own opponent, an absol stalking towards him wearing a wicked grin.

"Don't get distracted now," the other 'mon said, dark energy glittering on his claws. "We still have business to settle. You can gawk later."

Business to settle indeed. Riptide set himself in a battle crouch, his twin tails spinning, calling to his inner waters. This would be over in an instant. Before the absol could lash out, Riptide pounced, water blasting from his arm-fins to propel him into his foe like a furry bullet, taking him to the ground with the mighty aqua jet. He landed on top of the canine, straddling his chest and pinning him.

"Geez, that fucking hurt!" the absol complained, thrashing vainly beneath his weight. "You've been eating too much pizza!"

"No, you just need to work out more." A gurgle chased the words as Riptide built up a hydro pump. "Nighty night!"

"Show-off."

The cascade of high-pressure water drowned any further invective, and the absol slumped beneath the attack, knocked out cold. He glanced up. The two men had separated, and the bearded man had pulled a handgun from somewhere, levelling it at Raj. Leaping up from the now dripping wet pokémon, Riptide leaped, putting everything he had into another aqua jet.

"Raj, look out!"

Bang! Bang! Thunderclaps resonated across the beach. Riptide jerked mid-flight, crimson blossoming on his chest and belly. He crashed heavily to the sand, limbs flopping, body dropping limp.

"Rip! No!"

Riptide didn't move, his breath shallow. He'd been shot. He was dying. His muzzle worked, moisture dribbling across his tongue until the residual water was replaced by salty warmth, his nose filling with copper tang.

Two more mighty blasts echoed. One of the men yelled, and the meaty sound of flesh meeting flesh was followed by a thud. Hurried footfalls approached. Someone dropped to the sand at his side, breathing hard. A hand fell to his shoulder, gently shaking.

"Hey, stay with me buddy!"

Slowly, as though with great effort, Riptide raised his head, meeting Raj's intense brown eyes, a mask of worry on his handsome features. "Floaaa…" he said, eschewing words, crimson bubbling over his teeth. He lifted a paw, reaching out. Raj took it, his warm grip enclosing Rip's and holding tight.

"It's going to be okay, I'm going to get you to a center. Just hang on!" Two fingers ran across Rip's crest, patting his head. "You saved me, buddy. Let me save you now."

Red light played over Rip—the recall beam of a pokéball. Raj stood, snapping the device closed.

"Aaand cut! That's a wrap people, good work!"

"Thank Arceus!" Elecos stretched, rolling stiff muscles, and accepted his human co-star's offered hand up to his hindpaws. "If we'd had to do a seventh take, I think I'd be a dried up husk of a rock type after." He shook, sand cascading from his fur, and spat out the remainder of the fake blood. Nearby, the man they'd been 'fighting'—Ryan—got up from the sand and gave them a friendly wave before trotting off set.

"You're one to complain!" The absol said, still dripping as he padded towards them. "I'm the one who keeps getting tackled by your fat ass."

A hearty chuckle preceded a friendly pat on the back for Elecos, and a joking tap on the nose for the absol. "Hey, he's just doing his job to make it convincing, Phase. Besides, you got your licks in during the church sequence," Jagdeep said. Turning, he tossed the fake pokéball to a waiting grip. Later, the sequence would be edited to show "Rip" actually getting sucked into the thing during the scene.

"Yeah, but he didn't have to lie there soaked to the skin," Phase grumbled. "At least we're done for the day, and I can finally get out of this." The absol's body rippled, seeming to melt before their eyes, features and fur alike dissolving into purple goo, until a ditto stood in its place. The tiny bud of its translation microphone rested disconcertingly in the middle of the jelly-like mass near its mouth, and it let out a satisfied sigh. "Much better!"

Elecos shuddered. "Seriously? Must you do that in public? It's gross."

"Hey, I don't get offended when you spray water all over the place like an overexcited fire hydrant. Don't give me flak for doing my thing."

"My thing doesn't inspire body-horror."

"To each their own." Phase wobbled—its version of a shrug. "You two wanna hit the cafeteria?"

"Absolutely," Jagdeep said, stretching his expansive shoulders. "I don't know about you two, but a nice malasada is exactly what the doctor ordered right now."

"You going to throw a robe or something on first?" Phase said.

Jagdeep grinned, striking a heroic pose and flexing. "I think not. A little eye candy for brightening the catering staff's day, hmm?"

"They won't be the only ones staring." Phase smirked at Elecos' mortified glare. "You joining us, squirt-boy?"

"Ah... yes." He was a bit hungry, though the thought of sitting at a table with Jagdeep dressed like this was turning his belly into knots. "I'll skip the malasada though."

"Shame. We'll develop that palate of yours one day, Elecos," Jagdeep said. "All those wonderful spices… you're missing out. Reminds me of home. I'll see if I can rustle up some jamun for you. That was always one of my favourites."

Elecos pretended to adjust his translator mic—which was lodged discreetly in his ear and dyed the same orange as his fur—to hide his stricken expression. The last time he'd tried one of Jagdeep's 'favourites', his poor tongue had been on fire for an hour!

"Jag! I need you for a moment." Nancy, the assistant director, was waving at them from the side of the set, where the piled sand and green-screen background gave way to pavement. Behind her, the camera crews were beginning to break down their rigging.

"Shoot. Go on ahead, I'll meet you guys there," Jagdeep said, and jogged over the sand to speak with the AD.

"Well? You heard the man," Phase said. "Though you might want a towel or something if you want to stay decent."

"What?!" Elecos hunched over, glancing down at his crotch, heat flushing his muzzle. Was he peeking? No, his fuzzy sheath remained neatly tucked, though with his attention focused on that area, he became aware of the faint pressure in his loins, the stirrings of arousal threatening to expose his junk to the world. He glared at the ditto. "You're a dick."

"Guess that means you like me then." Phase grinned. "I don't know why you haven't tried jumping his bones yet. I'm pretty sure he'd go for it."

"Thank you for your expert opinion," Elecos said, his tone icy. "I wouldn't expect a sex addict like you to understand."

"Hey, if anything, I'm uniquely qualified to give advice. I was a breeder before I was an actor you know." The ditto's purple form undulated. "What's the worst that could happen? He'll say no?"

"I…" Elecos glanced over to where Jagdeep and Nancy were now looking over a tablet. Jagdeep was focused, running a hand through his dark curls and pointing at something on the screen, his strong jaw moving as he spoke…

"I'm terrified that he'd be disgusted, and not want to work together. I know he's from a place where pokémon and human couples aren't considered weird like here, but… I just don't want to take that risk. I'm not ready for it."

"Geez, you have it worse than I thought. I was under the impression you just wanted him to fuck you."

"Phase!" Elecos' head swivelled back and forth. Luckily, no one was close enough to overhear them.

The ditto wobbled. "I call things as I see them. And one thing I definitely see is that you've got to get this crush of yours sorted out one way or another. It's affecting your performance."

"You think so?"

"I've heard some comments around the set. People will notice if you keep staring all deerling-eyed whenever he takes off his shirt for a scene."

Elecos hid his chagrin with a water gun aimed at the sticky red spots in his fur. He brushed them out with his claws, avoiding the ditto's eyes. "I'm trying. It's just very… distracting."

"I'll bet. Don't worry, I know all about horniness. Breeder, remember?"

"You hardly let anyone forget."

"Well, I was damn good at that job too, just got bored. If you want, I could help you out."

Elecos paused in his grooming, looking up at the other 'mon. "What do you mean? You're not planning to say anything to him, are you?"

Lavender jelly rolled. "Well, I could tell him how you're pining away, but that wasn't really what I had in mind."

"Go on."

Phase's form rippled, stretched, darkened. Purple goo shifted into bronzed skin, wobbling bulges solidifying into muscled limbs, dark hair sprouting. In a few breaths, a perfect copy of Jagdeep stood over Elecos, wearing the same tight green speedo with its accompanying bulge, and a familiar smirk that was definitely not Jagdeep's.

"I was thinking something like this."

"Are you crazy?!" Fortunately, Nancy and Jagdeep were still engrossed with the tablet. "Put that away before he sees you!"

"As you wish."

Elecos didn't watch the reverse transformation. Seeing his crush emerge from Phase's form had been disturbing enough, without seeing a facsimile of the Alolan man melting into a puddle of goo.

"You can look now. I swear, you Kalosians are too sensitive."

Shaking his head, Elecos started to walk off set in the direction of the cafeteria.

"Is that a 'no' then?"

He didn't look back. The soft slurping sound behind him indicated the ditto was following. "I'm not sure what to think."

"It doesn't have to be complicated. I assure you I'm discreet."

Elecos snorted. "You say that after turning into Pokéstar Studios' human darling right in the middle of a set with who knows who watching."

"Bah. I mean with sex, dummy. I don't kiss and tell. Usually."

"Is that supposed to reassure me? What makes you think I'd want to… do that with you?"

"You know what they say. Once you try ditto, you'll never quit-o."

"I don't think anyone says that." They'd reached the edge of the set, and he reached up to flick his translator off as they moved through the milling mass of crew breaking down the scene and setting up the studio for the next film.

"You need to get out more. But, that's not really the point, is it? You'd get what you want, after a fashion. I get a crack at this sweet little number." A wet plap accompanied a soft, gooey slap on Elecos' rump, drawing a surprised yelp from his throat. "It's a win-win. After, you hopefully settle down a bit. Or maybe dredge up the courage to, y'know, talk to him?"

"Could you please keep your voice down? Or turn off your translator at least?"

Phase chuckled. "What, you don't want any of the crew hearing me try to sweet-talk you into bed with me? Would it really be that weird? That's the beauty of being a ditto. I'm everyone's type, baby. Everyone's. But, if it eases your mind, I turned it off a while ago."

"Thank Arceus for that," Elecos muttered. Together, they stepped out into the cool fall air. It had rained earlier, leaving the pavement slick and the air delightfully damp and fresh. The central grounds were lit with floodlights as usual during filming sessions, and across the studio lot, an outdoor night scene was being shot by another crew, featuring some sort of action sequence inside a vehicle.

"Look, I'm not going to pressure you," Phase said, gliding up beside him. "I'm just putting the offer on the table."

"It's not the same."

"Maybe, but I'm very good at what I do, and I can make a pretty close approximation of the real thing." It paused, mouth quirking into a frown. "I'll admit I'd be guessing at his junk, having never seen it, but you can bet it'll be a good guess." The frown turned to a wicked grin. "Or at least a generous one."

It was rather surprising that his muzzle hadn't burned off his face, given how warm it felt. "I'm sure he'd be flattered by whatever you came up with."

"Think I should show him?"

"No!"

Phase laughed. "You are way too easy to tease. Fine. You've heard my spiel. If you want to try it, come to my trailer after 10 p.m. tomorrow. I'll keep the evening free, just for you."

Elecos swallowed hard, the image of Jagdeep in that revealing speedo flashing unbidden before his eyes. There were no consequences, aside from the potential for blackmail by Phase. But, insufferable as the ditto could be, it was also reliable, proven time and time again that they'd worked together over the past two years. It felt a bit like cheating, but how could it be? It wasn't as if he had any claim on Jagdeep, or vice-versa. Maybe it would be a good way to work out some of this… tension. Or maybe it would only make him want the man more…

"I'll think about it."

 

***

 

Can't believe I'm doing this.

Elecos stared at the door to Phase's trailer, paws clenched together so tightly his claws dug into the backs. Today had been an off day for filming, leaving him plenty of time to stew on the question of the ditto's offer. It wasn't too late. He could still turn around, go back to his own trailer, and pretend this had never happened. He could put on a favourite movie, or browse the internet, or take a nice hot bath, or—

Thump. Thump.

He blinked, eying the traitorous paw which had knocked on the door. Or, he could continue with this absurd charade.

The trailer door swung open, and Elecos' jumped back, nearly falling down the steps.

"Woah, easy there! Don't go breaking your neck on me now," Jagdeep said. He was dressed in a loose navy shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off a curl of dark hair between his slab-like pecs. Comfortable beige silk pants trailed down to bare feet on the carpeted floor inside the trailer, and he held a bottle of wine in one large hand.

"I-I… Ummm… What are you doing here…"

"No need to freak out, bud, I was expecting you after all." Jagdeep glanced at the silver watch on his wrist. "Had me a bit worried for awhile. Thought you'd be here right at the stroke of ten! I've been in character and waiting for you for over an hour."

In character. Right. This wasn't Jagdeep. No matter how perfect the soft, flowing islander accent was, or that million-dollar smile that could charm the leek from a farfetch'd. Damn, Phase really was good.

"Why don't you come inside?" Phase—no, for the purposes of this evening, Phase was Jagdeep—held the door open and stepped back, beckoning him in.

"Y-yeah, thanks." A quick glance around ensured the coast was clear before he scurried in, brushing past the man's legs, silken fabric swishing across his fur.

Inside, the trailer was lit by soft orange recessed lighting. Like most, a tiny kitchen area bordered a closed door which would be the bathroom, while the luxray's share was dominated by a combination living and bedroom area. Phase had the retractable wall between the two spaces pulled back, lending a studio apartment feel to the space and exposing a bed that was sized for humans; which would be a sea of luxury for a ditto. Plush carpet cushioned his footfalls as Jagdeep ushered him in, directing him to sit on a black leather loveseat opposite a flat screen TV attached to the wall.

"Make yourself comfortable. May I pour you a drink?" Jagdeep held up the wine bottle. "Dendemille Farms 2008 riesling. Good stuff!"

"That sounds nice, thank you." Above the loveseat, a landscape painting of Kanto's famous Cinnabar islands at sunset graced the wall. Next to it, a small bookshelf filled with what appeared to be an impressive collection of romance novels and assorted biographies. Phase had some interesting tastes.

"I didn't take you for such an avid reader." Climbing up onto the sofa, Elecos sank into the plush cushions, the seat soft enough that his tails weren't even slightly pinched beneath him. A pleasant surprise.

"There are many things you don't know about me." A muted pop! announced the wine being opened, followed by the trickle of liquid into a glass. Jagdeep returned from the kitchenette with two fluted glasses, the bottle tucked into his elbow, and handed one to Elecos before seating himself next to the floatzel. He set the bottle on the floor, crossed his ankles, and reclined into the couch, one arm across the back. Lifting his glass in toast, he raised his eyebrows at Elecos, who belatedly mimicked the gesture.

"To friendship," Jagdeep said, before putting the glass to his lips and sipping delicately. Mechanically, Elecos mirrored him once more, nearly coughing when the simultaneously sweet and tart liquid hit his throat. Jagdeep politely ignored the faux pas, waiting for him to catch his breath before speaking again.

"I thought it would be nice to spend some time and get to know one-another a bit better. What do you think?"

"I… Yes, I would like that." A second sip of wine eased his throat, and helped steady his shaking paw. Why was he so damned nervous? This was a charade, a role he should be able to play in his sleep. Yes, think of it just like that—a part in a new film, where he was romanced and seduced by the handsome man before him…

"Wonderful! Why don't I start?"

Elecos nodded. Jagdeep was wearing some kind of aftershave, its spicy scent tickling his nose in a rather enchanting way, without completely overpowering the natural scents of ginger, cloves, and the faintest hint of salt sweat which the man always bore. A distinctly masculine mixture. What would it be like to lean in, breathe deep, settle his head on that expansive chest?

"I grew up with an older sister and a younger brother, on Poni island in Alola. Have you been there?"

Elecos shook his head.

"Shame. It's quite pretty, especially in the summer. Not that we truly have winter, not like here." He shuddered. "Storms, yes, and the odd flooding issue, but no one owns a snow shovel, that is certain!" A soft chuckle preceded a sip of wine. "My mother was a teacher, my father a mechanic. He wished me to follow him into his trade, but me?" He raised a dark-skinned hand, turning it.

"These palms were always far too soft to tighten bolts and wrestle with tools. I knew from the age of twelve that it was no life for me. It was not until I won the part of the daring prince Deveraux in my middle-school class production of, In the Name of the King, that I found my true calling to the stage and screen." That enchanting grin flashed, and he nodded to Elecos. "Your turn. What is your story? How did you come to the art of performance? You are classically trained, if I recall rightly?"

"You do." Another sip from his own glass steadied him further. The ice was broken, and the words came without having to fish for them. "Kalos, as I'm sure you know, has a great love of the theater. I grew up a scant distance from Lumiose herself, hatched from a breeder's pair. I didn't have the cut of a battler, thank Arceus, so no erstwhile trainers snatched me up without so much as a by-your-leave."

"Barbaric," Jagdeep murmured.

"Perhaps, though those pokémon bred and trained for it seem to enjoy the battling circuit well enough—at least if their partner is any sort of competent."

"Sadly, many are not. I grew up near a popular route, and saw many such daily."

"True. One would think the sport would not be pushed upon human children at such a young age." Elecos shook his head, a frown creasing his muzzle. "I saw some as young as six or seven entering our daycare to receive their first companion. I understand there are schools for such things, but still…"

"Agreed." Jagdeep gestured with his wine glass. "But, I seem to have derailed us, my apologies. You were saying?"

"Yes, well… Daycares are, like so many things, a business, and if a pokémon in their care cannot be transferred to anyone in a timely manner, or kept on as pedigree breeders? We are either released to our own devices or to a general training facility. I chose the former."

"Brave of you."

"Not really. I was a mature enough buizel by that time, thanks to my parents' tutelage, and I had grown fascinated with watching a troupe of travelling players who regularly set up nearby. I had no intention of fending for myself in the wild. The instant I was set free, I sought out the troupe—The Lumiose Lumineers—and begged to be allowed to tag along with them. The leader—an Alakazam by the name of Murphy—was sympathetic to my plight, and permitted that I join, so long as I worked for my keep, to which I agreed happily."

Elecos looked down into the bubbles of his glass, his muzzle twitching as he remembered some of those old friends. What were they up to, these days? "It was not easy. I helped with simple work, and learned from any member of the troupe with enough patience to sit down and teach me. Eventually, they started to give me bit parts, then speaking roles once I saved enough to afford a translator. After I evolved, my first lead role was granted as a celebration gift by Murphy. What a wondrous night that was!"

"What was the play?"

"An original comedy, written by our very own tour coordinator. The Mark of Medusa, it was called."

"That doesn't sound like a comedy."

"It wasn't much of one, which was perhaps the joke in the end." Elecos chuckled. "It did not do particularly well, but we had a great deal of fun with it, and I learned much from that role. How to improvise a poorly written line, for one."

"Not a total loss then."

"Indeed."

"What brought you to Unova?"

Elecos shook his head. "Sadly, all good things must end. Murphy grew ill, and eventually left the troupe due to his ailing health. It turned out he was the glue which held the whole outfit together, and without him?" He gestured with a paw. "Poof."

"You didn't try for a different troupe? Or for the larger theater circuit?"

"I did, but in Kalos? Almost exclusively human. Tradition runs strong in the art, and the mechanical aid of a poké-speech translator is frowned upon."

"Their loss."

"I would like to think so." Elecos shrugged. "But I had of course seen the films of Pokéstar, and had heard of a place where humans and pokémon could act side-by-side. So, across the ocean I came!"

Jagdeep grinned. "In a plane, I presume."

A chuckle bubbled free. "Of course! That would be quite the swim, even for one of my typing."

"I have often wondered what it's like."

The hand from the back of the sofa dropped, nearly touching Elecos' chest in a stroking gesture that hovered over his heart. Elecos' breath hitched, his throat tightening.

"All that power, those mighty waters, contained in such a small, lithe body… Remarkable, truly. Please, forgive me if this question is rude, but, does it hurt?"

"Uhh... " The heat from the man's palm radiated against his fur, so close… "Excuse me?"

"When you…" Those fingers circled. "Do your thing. A move. Does it hurt?"

"Ah, no." His mouth was dry, and the damn wineglass shook as he tried to take a sip, splashing the sweet liquid across his tongue. "There is… pressure. Strain sometimes. Not so different from working one's muscles."

"Fascinating." Jagdeep's hand withdrew to rest on his knee. "I admire you, you know."

Elecos blinked. "You do?"

"Yes. I've seen how hard you work on set. It must be exhausting, needing to constantly drain yourself like that. All of our pokémon actors are amazing, but you in particular… I've seen you use those expensive stamina elixirs just to keep going."

"You have? Damn…" Elecos glanced down at his glass. He tried to be discreet about it. "Please don't spread that around."

"Of course. It's your business, as long as you're careful and taking care of yourself. I don't wish to see you burn yourself out, Elecos. That would be a terrible thing."

The man's tone was soft, and when Elecos met those dark eyes, he was leaning closer, hands clasped around his glass.

"Jagdeep…"

"Please, call me Jag. All of my friends do. We are friends, are we not?"

Elecos could only nod. Oh Arceus, what should he do?

"Do you have a nickname you like?"

That smile… Words. Why were they so difficult? "S-someone in… M-my troupe c-called me El."

"Then I shall as well, if you like that."

He forced his head to bob. The 'someone' had been his first lover. A frogadier named Raul. He'd learned much from that 'mon, and final as their parting had been, it had been on good terms.

"I don't believe I've told you this before, but you are quite handsome, El. Such lovely eyes." Jag's hand stretched out, a fingertip gliding across his cheek, tracing a line of phantom sparks through his short orange fur, before the touch vanished like a firework in the night. "Forgive me… Perhaps I am overstepping."

Somehow, he managed to unknot his tongue. "No… I umm…" His heart was doing its best to beat its way out of his chest. Before his trembling paws could spill, he drained his glass and set it down safely on the small table next to the sofa. Gripping his own paws, he glanced up at Jag, who looked on with a slight smile and an intent gaze. "That was umm… nice."

"I'm glad. Perhaps I might do it again? There is something… invigorating about touching you."

Nodding worked better than speech, it seemed. Words were traitorous things.

Setting his own glass down, Jagdeep cupped Elecos' muzzle in his warm palm, tilting him to meet him eye to eye. "Listen. If anything is too much, or makes you uncomfortable, even a little bit, please say so. Alright?"

Another nod, rubbing his chin across that soft skin. Clove and ginger washed through his nose. "Your hands are… very soft."

Jagdeep winked. "Coconut oil lotion, my friend. It works wonders. Not that you would need such a thing." Strong fingers slid through his fur, applying just the right amount of pressure as they travelled down his neck, over his shoulder, danced across his floatation ring and rested on his upper back. A squeeze, kneading the tense muscles. "You must use some sort of product for your fur as well."

"Ah, yes… A special brand for water-type mammals. Our fur is different."

"It shows," Jagdeep murmured. "This feels divine." His other hand joined the first, finding another tightly coiled mass of sinew to massage and soothe. "How is that? Not too hard?"

"Not at all." Elecos shivered, the man's rolling grip gradually easing stiffness he hadn't even realized was there. "Mm, you're going to make me melt if you keep that up."

"Melt away, as long as I don't have to stop."

A groan left Elecos' throat as he nudged into the treatment, each touch both relaxing and invigorating. Humans lacked many advantages to pokémon, but those hands… Nails dug lightly through his fur, the subtle intimacy of it sending his tails thumping on the cushion. A warm chuckle tickled his ears.

"That's cute. Turn a bit for me?"

Elecos obliged, drawing up his hind legs and swivelling on the couch to put his back fully to Jagdeep, his eyes drifting close as the heavenly massage continued. It shifted down, thumbs kneading his lower back in ways that had his tongue lolling foolishly from his muzzle. Skilled fingers plucked tiny exhalations of pleasure from him, all concerns drifting away with them. Circling, exploring, those hands wandered back to his shoulders, then along his arms, sliding down his sides.

He didn't realize he was leaning back until the heat of another body enveloped him, his shoulder nudging against something firm and unmoving. Warm breath tickled his ear, and he blinked back to the present to catch sight of Jag's face looking down at him, grinning. Elecos' nostrils quivered, the man's entrancing fragrance stirring an animal urge within him. The surface he rested on rose and fell in time with Jag's breath, and those busy hands kneaded gently at his lower back, hovering on the edge of his hips.

Heat flaring in his face, tails attempting to curl around him, Elecos started to sit up.

"S-sorry!"

An arm snaked around his chest—gentle, but firm. "Don't be. I'm rather enjoying this. Am I wrong to think you are too?"

He probably could have wiggled free. Probably. If Jag truly wanted to pin him down, he could. He probably wouldn't fight if that were to happen. "Y-yeah. I mean, no. You're not."

"I'm glad." His gaze didn't leave Elecos' the hand on his hip squeezing. The other found his chin, tilting it up and back. "Shall we continue following these instincts?" He leaned down until their noses nearly touched. Wine-sweetened breath called to him.

"Jag… I... "

"If you wish to say 'no', now is the time, El." The hand on his hip stilled.

Elecos trembled. This was actually happening. Deep inside, he knew it wasn't real, yet… This was the greatest role he'd ever been called to play. He reached up, took hold of the man's cheeks, and tugged. Blunt muzzle brushed soft lips, the meeting a touch awkward at first as they mutually negotiated unfamiliar territory. Then, Jag's tongue slid into Elecos' maw, drawing a moan from the smaller male.

They tangled in the kiss, sharing flavour and exploring each other, Elecos' paws tightening on his companion, pulling him in deeper. He'd shaved, but a hint of stubble bristled against his paws, tickling the pads in delightful ways. Jag lead the intimate contact, wrapping his arms around him and stealing the floatzel's breath, his wider tongue flicking across places that had him sighing in satisfaction. Elecos shuddered in the human's grip, the sensation of being held by another—one so much larger and more powerful than himself—ignited a primal need inside him. His tails flicked, and he pressed into the embrace, his shoulders grinding against Jag's chest.

Abruptly, Jag broke off, leaving him gasping, paws reaching vainly to pull the man back. A chuckle vibrated through him.

"Steady. We aren't done."

Elecos squeaked as he was suddenly hoisted, his rear paws dangling. Jag's hold firmed, drawing him in, planting his rump squarely into his lap, tucking his tails to one side. A light squeeze hugged around his chest, the embrace squashing him against Jag's body.

"Better?"

He didn't dare move, his breath catching. Was this what it felt like to be a fish on a line? Helpless to your own destiny? No, no fish would welcome its fate.

"Y-yeah."

Jag's scent and warmth surrounded him, the sense of the man's presence wrapping him as surely as those arms about his chest. He could feel each tiny movement, every shift, those solid muscles against his back, the powerful ebb and flow of the human's heart, the faint tremble of his thighs, a distinct bulge beneath his rump...

Before he could comment or act, Jag's lips found his again, drawing him back into the wonderful rendezvous of tastes. Elecos melted into his lover's arms, surrendering to him, allowing himself to be utterly under his masterful control. He'd never been able to do this before, to lean purely into his partner's strength and let himself go. It was at once freeing and thrilling, and he groaned wordless desire into the kiss. Somehow, Jag read his need, a grunt escaping him as he deepened their contact, his hands beginning to roam once more while he explored Elecos' palate.

Elecos' breath quickened as that touch circled on his belly, nails dragging through fur, revving up his growing arousal. Pressure built in his loins with each sensuous pass of those fingers, until the touch of cool air on sensitive flesh broke into the haze of lust. He was exposed, his hidden desires laid bare.

He didn't care.

Jagdeep's fingertips wandered lazily across his thighs, teasing, promising. A deep near growl rumbled against Elecos' tongue. Holding him tight, Jag's hips rolled, grinding that firm lump against the floatzel's rear. It wasn't Elecos' desire alone, but one shared, and his paws clutched at his human paramour, silently begging for him to go on, to continue this mutual act they both wanted. Nails tickled through the fur of his inner thighs, prompting him to wriggle, to hunch vainly into the air, while beneath him his lover's hidden arousal rubbed and prodded. He wanted to cry out, to whirl and tear at Jag's clothes, to end this delightful torture. He wanted it to go on, to be held and handled and loved like this forever…

By the time Jag released his command of his muzzle, Elecos' head felt like a helium balloon, and his tongue lolled in undignified panting, his posture limp in the man's embrace. He twisted to gaze up at the handsome islander, his pulse racing in anticipation of what was to come. That wide, familiar grin met him, eyebrows raised, a silent question asked. Elecos breathlessly nodded.

"Forgive me, I must release you for a moment," Jag said, gently shifting him from his lap and allowing him to flop back on the couch and catch his breath. His bobbing erection bounced in full view, pink tapered flesh exposed from his fuzzy sheath, but that didn't matter. Charade this may be, but he didn't need to act.

Jag was unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes roaming over Elecos' sprawled form, that smile never fading. "My my, you flatter me, El. Though I must confess I enjoyed that too, as I'm sure you noticed." The shirt was cast aside, allowing Elecos to drink in the sight of that wonderfully sculpted torso, mahogany skin stretched over powerful muscle and adorned in all the right places with curls of dark hair. "I have to ask though… have you done this before?"

"Yeah…" Jag's fingers were undoing the button of his pants. "But never with a human." Those pants began to peel away, exposing a swath of soft white boxers, that bulge bursting free into prominence.

"I am honoured then. This is something of a first for me as well. My own past experience aside, I find it best in these matters to be direct and communicate with one's partner."

"Mhm." Leave it to Phase to bring up his prowess in a moment like this. Not that he was going to complain. The pants were gone, leaving only that last layer of fabric in the way. It twitched, taunting his desire.

"I gather from your… reactions… that you prefer I take the lead?"

Arceus dammit, what was he waiting for? His mouth was no longer dry, instead watering in anticipation. "Absolutely. I umm… really liked that."

"I did pick up on that fact. The same rule should apply, however. You will tell me if anything does not feel right, or makes you uncomfortable?"

"Of course." His paw twitched. He could reach out, yank them down…

"Good. I wonder how we should start then." Jag reached out, gripping one of Elecos' hindpaws gently, teasing, that smile widening. "So many interesting possibilities…"

"Could you take those off?" Heat rushed to his muzzle, but the words were already out. Arceus, he sounded like a needy slut...

A soft chuckle. The hand on his paw slid higher, caressing his haunch. "Ah, there it is. I hoped you would put voice to your desires, my friend. It is rather cruel of me to keep you at such a disadvantage, when you are providing me with such a handsome view. Your wish shall be my command." With a flourish and a practiced motion, he raised his hips and divested himself of the underpants with his free hand, tossing them heedlessly aside. He sat back, and inches of dark, throbbing maleness sprang into view jutting proudly from his groin, easily twice as long as Elecos' own, and generously thick.

"Damn…" Elecos' breathed, sitting up on his elbows. His nose quivered, scenting the air. Jag's natural aroma had thickened, tinged more strongly with that distinctly male allure, the primal scent of arousal. His own cock twitched, responding to that call. Phase hadn't been joking about his 'generosity'. Tearing his eyes away, he glanced up, meeting Jag's hazel warmth. Swallowing down any vestige of shame, he managed a soft, "May I?"

Jag nodded, releasing Elecos' paw and leaning back into the sofa. "Go on." His legs spread, permitting access, that spire of manhood bobbing free.

Any hesitation fled at that open invitation. Rolling onto his belly, Elecos scrambled over to brace on Jag's thigh with his forepaws, tails flicking restlessly behind him as he admired his prize. The musky scent roiled, drawing him in until his nose bumped that turgid tip.

Reaching out, he wrapped his paws around the warmth of the shaft, wondering at how his claws could barely meet. A larger prospect than his previous consort to be sure, and equally thick throughout. No gradual taper to ease down onto here. He gave an experimental stroke with his paws, the foreign feel of foreskin sliding over intimate flesh at once strange and exciting. Jag grunted approval, throbbing beneath his pads, a small bubble of clear fluid leaking free to wet the head.

Elecos' tongue flicked out, sampling. Salty tang with a mildly bitter aftertaste crossed his palate. Different than what he'd previously tasted, but not off-putting. Bobbing down, he circled that thick bulb, dragging his tongue beneath the loose foreskin and immersing himself in his lover's scent. A murmur of approval urged him on. Squeezing his way up and down with his paws, he lavished licks about the tip, wetting it thoroughly and lapping up more of the sticky pre as he coaxed it free.

Jag's grunts and tiny shudders guided him, lingering on sensitive spots, matching his tonguework with eager pumps of his pads. He worked his way lower, gliding along the length of that thick shaft and catching up those dangling balls atop his tongue, rolling them and feeling their heft. The fuzzy hairs sprouting from that weighty sack prickled his lips as he suckled each orb in turn, delighting in how they twitched inside his palate. His own arousal throbbed, spurred by the presence of this raw… virility. He was probably leaking a fair mess onto the couch. Perhaps they should have grabbed a towel...

"You are quite good at this," Jag murmured. A hand fell to Elecos' shoulders, stroking slow circles.

Elecos mumbled appreciation around his mouthful, his tails churning. Letting go of the now glistening nutsack, he wound his way back up, nuzzling and slurping past his massaging paws to clean his partner's leaked fluids.

"Very good. But, I think you can still do better." The hand slipped up the back of his neck to rest behind his head. No pressure yet, but a definite command.

He didn't need to be told twice. Opening his muzzle wide, Elecos dipped down, engulfing as much of that lovely spire as he could, halting only when the fat tip bumped against his throat. A good third lay unclaimed, which he hastened to stroke with his paws, steadying that pillar of flesh while he adjusted to holding its girth within his maw. This would be a challenge, but one he'd faint before backing down from! His head felt ready to float off his shoulders again, giddy with the reality of what he was doing, high on the perfume of sex—and, perhaps, the effects of the wine. Slowly, mindful of his short, sharp fangs, he began to bob, lips wrapped tight around that throbbing flesh.

"Mmm, yes, like that." Fingers scritched at the back of his head, applying light, encouraging pressure. The length in his muzzle pulsed, splashing pre across his tongue. "I'm thinking you most certainly have done this before."

He had. Raul's tongue had been an amazing experience in its own right, but he'd always delighted in going down on his amphibious partner. Though, his entire tool had been able to fit inside El's mouth with room to spare. That tongue, on the other paw… Raul had certainly enjoyed feeding it to him. Not wishing to disappoint his paramour, he quickened his efforts, moaning and humming around his mouthful for added sensation, and pressing further until that wide, rounded tip nudged at his throat with each dip of his muzzle.

"That's it… God that's amazing." The stroking fingers tightened, giving him a taste of the raw strength of Jag's grip. "I understand you would be very good at holding your breath. You will want to do so now…"

Elecos' eyes widened, his pulse racing. The quiet authority in Jag's voice sent a shiver down his spine. Pulling back slightly, he sucked in as deep a lungful of air as he could manage through his nose, the heady aroma sparking his clamoring instincts to submit. He barely had time to contain the gasp, the muscles in his lungs clamping down as if he were about to dive, before Jag's hand firmed, driving him inexorably down, down… Elecos relaxed, gulping around the intruder as it pressed deep, prodding firmly and demanding access to his throat. He couldn't have resisted even if he'd wished to. Jag had him under complete control, rolling his hips in time with pressure on the floatzel's head, gradually loosening that barrier.

A grunt from above, and the probing cock withdrew almost to the tip, earning a frustrated whimper from Elecos. He wanted this, dammit! Jag chuckled, his other hand catching Elecos' scruff, preventing him from diving back down.

"Easy. Just need to adjust a little. I never expected you to be this eager." His weight shifted, strong hands holding Elecos in place while he drew his legs up and rolled to his knees on the couch, keeping his gently throbbing head tucked between the floatzel's lips. "There, you see? Much better. Now I can give you what you want."

Without warning, he thrust, driving himself deep, his iron grip ensuring Elecos couldn't so much as twitch away. Not that he would have, his squeak of surprise turning to a garbled moan as Jag settled back to prodding, fitting that tip into the notch of his throat. Arceus, it had been far too long since he'd done this…

Steady pressure tested his reaction, Jag's hand pushing him down while his hips angled up, overwhelming that final resistance and at last sliding home. Elecos coughed, reflexively gagged, then swallowed, forcing his body to accept the trespasser, and controlling the instinctive panic of a blocked gullet. An inch slid down, then another, until his nose ground into the wiry bush of dark hair adorning Jag's groin. A satisfied sigh preceded a heavy pat on his rump, the man's hips wiggling and ensuring none of his shaft lay unattended.

"Well done, my friend. I knew you could do it."

Pride lit up inside him, his muzzle trying to curve into a grin. His tongue wriggled, teasing across his mouthful, silently urging his date to continue.

Jag didn't keep him waiting. Both hands cupped the floatzel's head, steadying him at the right angle. The throbbing length drew back until only the tip remained in his throat, then drove in smoothly. A slight cough shuddered through Elecos, but the next thrust conquered the last of his body's protests, his instinctive reactions finally accepting his submission to the dominant male's will. Jagdeep entered a slow rhythm, keeping himself deep enough not to slip free of Elecos' gullet, claiming his muzzle with firm thrusts. Wet slurping and gulping mingled with the huffs and grunts of his companion, and each hunch of the man's hips drove his nose into his crotch, those dangling orbs smacking against his chin.

There was little for Elecos to do save lie prone and relax, brimming with the odd delight of allowing himself to be used like this, to be no more than a tool for this man's pleasure, to be the instrument that drew those sounds of ecstasy from his lover's lips. He rhythmically swallowed around the thrusting shaft, containing his own noises in favour of maintaining his air for as long as possible. If the heaviness of Jag’s breathing was any indication, he wouldn’t need to hold on much longer.

The muscles of his throat trembled, stretched by each thrust of the thick meat, and part of him wondered how it looked from the outside. Would there be a bulge in his neck? Despite the inexorable power behind each buck of Jag’s hips, there was a gentle care in his smoothness, sliding in and out of his muzzle without roughly hammering his gullet. His jaw ached, unused to being propped open so long, but the discomfort was nothing to the glee of giving his body to his partner… along with the fluttering dream-like state of being unable to breathe freely.

“Ha… How are you… holding up?” The query came between driving thrusts, Jag’s voice shaking with his exertions.

Elecos raised a paw, extending his outer claw in a thumbs up, which earned a chuckle and a pat on the shoulder.

“Excellent… Get ready...”

His tails twitched, a shiver running down his spine. Reaching out, he seized Jag’s pistoning hips, locking tight and pulling.

Gimme.

A groan from above. Following his signal, Jagdeep hilted himself, forcing Elecos’ nose into his damp hair, those twitching balls drawing tight against the floatzel’s chin. The length throbbed against his tongue, its fat head buried several inches down his throat. Jag shuddered, humping El’s muzzle in a useless attempt to get deeper, to force more of his manhood into the tightness surrounding the upper portion. Elecos swallowed once, a tiny squeak escaping the control of his lungs.

That was the final nudge. Thick, heated cream burst free, coating his throat and sliding down in heavy globs, the warm geysers tickling his gullet in such uniquely delightful ways. El gulped, milking that pulsing shaft, his nose filled with the unmistakable scent of a satisfied male. Spurt after mighty spurt graced his throat, greedily drunk down to join the rich pool warming his belly, until fountain turned to trickle, a final thin shot joining a heavy sigh and a relaxing of Jag’s iron grip on his head.

Elecos wriggled, prodding Jag’s hips and tugging away until the human slipped out his throat with a wet shluck, that still-hard tip sliding across his tongue. El slurped, coaxing free and gathering up the final milky beads, painting his palate with the rich salty savour of his treat, before relaxing with a sigh, heaving in a deep breath as his airway was freed. He held onto Jag’s hips, preventing the man from pulling out entirely, and played his tongue along the gradually softening length, suckling it both in hopes of any remaining seed and simply to appreciate this fine example of masculinity a little bit longer.

“Damn, El…” A hand ruffled his headfur, both teasing and affectionate. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you enjoyed that even more than I did.”

It wasn’t an unfair assessment. He merely mumbled something that sounded affirmative around his mouthful, working his abused jaw side to side and sliding his tongue beneath the loose foreskin, ensuring every last inch came away clean and glistening. Now that it was no longer occupied, the ache in his neck made itself known, a rawness burning in the first few inches of his throat. A price he happily endured.

“Easy now. Still a bit sensitive there.”

Fingers nudged gently at his muzzle, and he let go with a huff, licking his lips and glancing up at Jag’s million-dollar smile. He couldn’t be too annoyed, much as he wanted to keep playing with his new toy until he brought another mighty climax from the man’s loins. His cheeks flushed with heat at the wanton thought—Phase had been right. He did have it bad if he felt this way with the ditto acting as a proxy…

“Are you alright?”

He nodded. “Very. Thanks for not backing off.”

Jag chuckled. “We did agree that you would tell me if it was too much, and I thought you could handle a bit of roughness. Besides, I had the impression that if I did, you’d sink those claws into me and not let go.”

“I just might have.” Elecos drew in a steadying breath, reaching again for his lover’s now flaccid cock, then twitching back reflexively. “I guess you aren’t quite ready for more yet?”

“Flattering as that expectation is, I’m afraid I’m not quite that much of a rapidash,” Jag said, shaking his head and reclining into the couch. “But don’t worry, give it a few minutes and we can try something else. In the meantime...” He nudged Elecos’ shoulder. “Why don’t you lie on your back for me? It is quite the rude lover who doesn’t see to their partner’s needs.”

“I...” Elecos’ tails flicked. “You don’t have to. I like seeing to yours…”

“I gathered, but indulge me.”

Elecos frowned. Why was he pressing? Him getting off hadn’t been a necessary condition of this deal. Shrugging, he did as he was asked, flipping around onto his back and resting with his hindpaws brushing Jag’s thigh. Cool, sticky wetness seeped into the fur of his upper back, the culprit standing proud from his groin, his pink tapered flesh achingly hard and slick with runny pre.

“Elegant,” Jag murmured, resting a hand on El’s hip and combing his fingers up in a teasing circle around his twitching spire. “None of those unusual features one hears about, but certainly no less for their lack.”

“You’re a connoisseur of pokémon dicks now?”

A hearty laugh shook the man, the vibrations quivering into Elecos’ belly through his palm. “I prefer to say an admirer of beauty in all of its forms. Perhaps a necessity in my profession. And you, my friend...” Those fingers crept closer, hovering just shy of touching the exposed shaft. “Are certainly beautiful. That sleek body, adapted so perfectly to move within your native element, those stunning eyes, lovely colouration and luxurious pelt…”

“Well, I assume I didn’t get into movies purely on acting ability alone.”

Another laugh, followed by a pat on his rump that turned into a firm grope. “Truly spoken! And I would be remiss not to mention this rather fetching backside, which I admit I have perhaps eyed from afar on prior occasions more than is proper.”

Elecos shivered, both at the touch which sparked already rioting lust, and at the words. The lines were blurring. How much of this was an act now? Drawing a shaky breath, he tried to grin, but it likely came out as uncertain as he felt. He knew what he wanted physically, but his emotions were a confused tangle, threatening to crack his facade.

“Last but certainly not least,” Jag leaned forward, shooting him a wink. Warmth and pressure closed around his cock, his entire length enclosed within that steady grip. “This lovely thing right here, certainly a fine example of your species.” His hand pumped lightly, coaxing forth more slick pre. “Goodness, you are already quite close, aren’t you?”

Elecos stiffened, the jolt of pleasure from his lover’s simple touch lending truth to his words. A bit more of this attention, and his throbbing arousal would tip him over the precipice as surely as though he’d been edging himself the entire time. “Ah… Wait, please...”

Jags’ hand stilled. “Yes? What’s wrong?”

A steadying breath helped clear his spinning head somewhat. Another soothed the prickling ecstasy seeping through him, keeping him from that distressingly near brink of release. “I umm, want to save it.”

That earned him a raised eyebrow. “Save it? I didn’t take you to be the type into denial, El.”

He shook his head, the motion sparking more pleasure that drew a whimper from his throat. Arceus… he must seem like such a pathetic needy ‘mon right now… “Not denial. I was hoping you would… You know.”

“I’m not sure I do.” Those fingers twitched ever so slightly, making him shudder. “Tell me.”

“I… Ah…”

“Yes?”

There was a definite smirk behind that smile now. Elecos growled, the noise soft, yet definite. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

“Communication is important. I could have something completely different in mind. Of course, I could simply coax it… or, something… out of you.”

Heat flushed Elecos’ muzzle, his hips twitching of their own accord in response to the man’s teasing squeeze. “Fine! I want you to stick it in me!”

“Really? Is that all?” Jag’s grin had turned decidedly wicked. “I feel like that wouldn’t be very satisfying for either of us.”

Elecos rolled his eyes. “I never took you for such a tease.”

“I am many things, and it is all in the spirit of fun, isn’t it? You did wish for me to take control. What if I want you to cum for me, right now?”

"Please…"

"Please what?"

A soft whine rattled in his sore throat. "Fuck me, dammit!"

Jag shook a finger at him, that taunting smile widening, his grip firm but thankfully unmoving around Elecos' shaft. "Now now, is that any way to talk? I think you can do better."

Elecos groaned, his entire body flush with heat, his tails trying uselessly to curl around his hip. This was something new. This exquisite torture, his over-sensitive nerves jangling while his partner teased and tested him…

Much as he hated to admit it, it was also thrilling. He wanted him to beg? To see a performance? Fine. He'd put on the best damn performance ever. Drawing another shaky breath, he fixed Jag with his finest pleading look, blinking rapidly to summon a tear. "Please, I'll do anything. I need it. I need you. I want you to hold me down and breed me, fuck me into a puddle, take me as deep as you want." He pointedly glanced down, fixing on Jag's groin, which once more sported a proud pillar of arousal. Slow and sensual, he licked his lips. "Please, I need that incredible cock inside me… I want to be filled to the brim and dripping with your seed. Pound me so hard I can't walk straight!" This last he finished looking up into Jag's warm eyes, clasping his paws together in silent plea. His voice dropped to a shaky whisper. "That's what I want."

For a long moment, Jagdeep merely met his gaze, fingers tapping idly on Elecos' belly. Finally, after what seemed an age, he gave a slight nod. "Quite the compelling speech, my friend! I'm glad to have the matter sorted now." He winked. "Could have done with a bit less late 90's porn talk, but still a wonderfully genuine expression of your heart's desire." He let go of Elecos' throbbing member, a groan of relief escaping the floatzel. "Now then, I wonder if we can't find something to assist us. I don't think either of us would appreciate a dry experience, hmm?"

"Allow me," Elecos said quickly, sitting up and hunching over, protecting his sensitive bits from any further teasing. "My last partner taught me a trick for this."

"Indeed? Show me."

The prompting wasn't needed, Elecos was already reaching for Jagdeep's erection, seizing it in his paws. Dipping down, he closed his muzzle around it once more, a pleased sigh leaving both of them, the thick length twitching against his palate. Steadying it with his paws, he suckled his way lower until the tip nudged his throat, eliciting a reflexive swallow.

Tempting as it was to gulp it down once more and get back a bit of the teasing, Elecos refrained, wrapping his lips as firmly around the shaft as he could manage. Focusing, he reached out to the churning power deep inside him, coaxing forth a thin stream of water. Cool liquid surged, but he held onto it, shaping its consistency into something thicker, more viscous. An odd combination of Soak, Toxic, and Bubblebeam, it didn't require strength so much as finesse. Clenching his throat, he released the condensed fluid, working his tongue to slather it all over Jag's gently throbbing cock, allowing the excess to dribble free and slide down the remaining flesh.

"Ah… How curious."

With a final squeeze of his throat leaving a generous glob to rest on the tip, Elecos carefully pulled away, clearing his throat and wiping a paw across his muzzle to clean a few dribbles of the stuff. It was still water, so it didn't taste bad, exactly, but the hint of poison element lent an aftertaste that didn't do much to enhance the mood. He glanced up at his partner with a grin. "Will that do?"

"Quite nicely." The man was staring at his now glistening and gel-coated penis in apparent fascination. "Certainly a sight better than rummaging around for cooking oil or some such."

"Are you kidding? I'll eat my tails if there isn't a stash of sex toys and lube in here somewhere."

Jag chuckled. "You may be right. Our mutual friend is far from silent about their exploits." Patting his knee, he beckoned to his exposed and ready maleness. "But, that is a topic for another time. We have more pressing matters at hand."

Rising to his hindpaws, Elecos laid a paw on Jag's chest, steadying himself as he stepped over to stand between his spread thighs. Their eyes met, at equal height in this position, Jag's sweet breath warm in his nose. His heart thundered in his ears, his own twitching shaft dripping pre, a flash of ecstasy searing him as it bumped his lover's intimate flesh. Without a word, he leaned in, bringing their lips together, Jag's warm tongue slipping free to tangle and wrestle. Strong hands found his hips, fingers curling around his rump and squeezing, eliciting a moan.

Breaking free, leaving Elecos panting, Jagdeep palmed his haunches and effortlessly lifted the smaller male, turning him around and leaning him back against his chest, its thatch of dark hair prickling his shoulders. Hips shuffled, El's tails tucking to the side as his back pressed tight to that taut belly, and his breath hitched as an unmistakable firmness kissed his fuzzy sack, prodded across his backside, and sought the delicate entrance hidden beneath his tail.

"Ah… A bit higher…"

Those steady hands tilted, adjusting his angle. That questing tip probed, dragging through the short fur of his exposed rear, until it settled neatly into the notch of his tailhole, planting a wet kiss. His lover stiffened, holding him above the inevitable plunge, fingers kneading his hips and rump.

"Ready?"

Elecos nodded, trembling as the giddiness bubbled up, his paws resting on Jag's chest.

Those toned arms shifted. Firm, steady pressure built against his tight rear, testing out of practice muscles. Elecos fought to even his breathing, closing his eyes and willing himself to relax. Despite his rampant lust, this was something a fair bit bigger than his prior experiences. The pressure eased, only to return with gentle prods, gradually loosening his rebellious body, his pucker growing slicker with each nudge.

"That's it, deep breaths now…" Jag's soothing voice murmured in his ear, warm breath ghosting along his cheek. "Let me know if it gets to be too much."

He could only nod once more, clenching and relaxing his rump, wiggling slightly against that fat meaty crown. The pressure rose, flaring up into a mild throb, and then, with a faint, wet pop and a gasp from El's throat, it turned into a burning stretch, his inner muscles clamping down instinctively against the intrusion.

"Shhh, easy…" Fingers scritched through his fur, massaging his hips while Jag held him steady, murmuring soothing words while he clenched his jaw against the initial pain, paws squeezing tight on slab-like pecs.

For a long moment they sat as still as possible, Elecos trembling against his companion, his instincts screaming at him to stop while his lust-addled mind crooned at him to go on, knowing that the discomfort would fade. The worst was over, the thick girth stretching his ring.

Several heartbeats thudded by, Jag planting soft kisses across the back of his neck, merely resting inside him, though judging by the shudders, he wanted nothing more than to plunge in to the hilt. Elecos drew a deep breath, centering himself in the moment, on the heady reality. Here he was, primed and quivering with barely restrained arousal, every nerve in his body alight, poised above the biggest dick he'd ever taken, about to make love to the man he'd had a crush on for the past two years. Against all that, the little ache in his rear was nothing.

"Keep going."

Jag's hands twitched. "Are you—"

"Yes," Elecos interrupted, sinking back into the man's sturdy grasp. His insides clenched, coaxing the welcome intruder onward. "All the way."

"Fine with me."

Warm palms shifted from his backside, toned forearms encircling his belly and chest. Firm pressure assaulted his tailhole, his own weight carrying him down, sliding more and more of that thick shaft inside in a smooth glide, a soft squeak escaping him as his passage stretched obscenely. Jag's hips rolled, settling the angle and demanding more. Elecos gritted his teeth, shouting down the instinct to struggle. He was probably drawing blood from his frantic clutching at the man's chest. It was too much, oh Arceus it was too much…

His rump kissed warm flesh. Their movements calmed, allowing him to rest in his partner's embrace and catch his breath. A soft sigh tickled his ear, palms stroking his chest and belly, soothing him. He forced his paws to let go, murmuring an apology that was shushed away.

A glance down showed his fuzzy sack resting neatly on Jag's, their bodies flush, his throbbing, dripping length crying out for attention. Wondering, he squeezed, earning a grunt and gaining a better sense from his over-stimulated passage just how deep he'd been penetrated. Arceus, how was it not showing in his belly? It felt like he'd parked an aircraft carrier up there! His unattended rod twitched, the pressure on his prostate shooting tiny bolts of ecstasy through his loins as the burning ache began to fade.

"You okay?"

"I… Yeah. Are you sure you aren't part rapidash?"

A chuckle, followed by a soft kiss gracing his neck. "Thank you, but no. Let me know when you're ready for more."

"Go for it."

Those arms tightened, and Elecos sucked in a breath as he was lifted, his strained tunnel both encouraging and protesting the retreat of the massive invader. No more than halfway, pull gave to push, bringing their loins together once more with a wet smack, Elecos' lubrication allowing it to slip right back in to the hilt. Jag ground his hips, loosening him further, his turgid length probing untouched depths. A few more slow, smooth thrusts, and the final bit of resistance faded, Elecos' clenching muscles tiring of the fight and submitting.

Once again, he was no more than a means for his lover's pleasure, his squirming body entirely out of his control, moans and gasps coaxed from his throat in increasing volume as Jag bounced him in his lap. Every plunge claimed him utterly, the oversized cock rubbing erogenous areas he hadn't known existed, each withdrawal leaving him distressingly empty, only to be filled to bursting a heartbeat later by that hot, thick breeding tool. His own maleness bounced freely, spurting tiny fountains of pre with every incredible nudge against his prostate. Every inch of his body felt aflame, lust and ecstasy boiling within, his tongue lolling, eyes rolling back as he gave himself utterly and completely to this wonderfully dominant male, riding the waves of ecstasy brought in by each bounce.

Without warning, the grip on his chest firmed, Jag rising into a hilting drive and lifting Elecos with a grunt as he stood, buried deep inside the floatzel, ignoring his alarmed squeak. Half walking, half hopping, he brought them to the edge of the bed and dropped down, bracing on one arm to avoid crushing Elecos beneath his weight, allowing the water weasel to fall to his belly on the plush mattress. Eager hands grabbed his hindpaws, adjusting his position to dangle them off the edge, leaving his rump at the perfect height.

"Better," Jagdeep murmured.

Elecos didn't have the chance to respond, the breath forced from his lungs by a quick thrust. What had come before had been merely foreplay. He was about to feel the full strength of that athletic body, and the anticipation sent a shiver down his spine. Fingers tightened on his hips, a sense of weight and power looming over him, and once again he was taken.

The noises from his human liaison grew fiercer, more animal and possessive as he sped up, his heavy breathing giving way to grunts and near growls. Mighty thrusts plowed Elecos' rear, lewd squelching and smacking announcing every meeting of their hips. Heated scents of sweat, arousal, and male pleasure assaulted his nose, overwhelming the fresh laundry aroma of the sheets he clutched at desperately as his body jiggled and rocked. Only the immovable hold of Jag's hands kept him from sliding across the bed from the powerful railing, his back arching, maw hanging open in dazed ecstasy.

Soft fabric whisked across his exposed flesh, lighting up his senses with fresh bursts of bliss, his aching loins begging for release. His body shook with the pounding, every deep plunge nudging him closer to the edge, the hot trickles of pre spurting into him lending their own unique sensation to the mix. Tensing, squirming, he tried to hold on, to wait until his masterful partner reached his own peak, but there was too much, his overstimulated and denied body unable to resist…

A hand snaked around his hip, seized his twitching member, and squeezed.

"Flo!"

White hot ecstasy seared him, all coherent thought fleeing. Shuddering, moaning wordless exhalations of feral gratification, Elecos painted the bed with the evidence of his climax, spurt after runny spurt milked free by both those massaging fingers and the continued battering at his prostate. A growl of approval from above sent a thrill down his spine, even as his balls continued to throb and add to the mess.

Warmth engulfed him, Jag leaning over and pressing him down into the bed, blunt teeth nipping at his neck. Elecos gasped beneath the weight, completely pinned, though there was no pain—rather a sense of complete and utter helplessness that was oddly satisfying. Larger hips slammed into his rump with dominant finality, stuffing him full with that stiff rod, turgid balls smacking his own.

A long, relieved groan vibrated across El's neck, Jag's weight bearing down, straining to reach as deep as he could as his cock pulsed. Glorious liquid heat pumped into him, thick cream filling his depths in pleasing gushes, marking him with the other male's seed. His still-hard pole surged, the joy of feeling his lover's release along with the incredible pressure and heat inside him drawing out his own climax. Weakly, he squeezed, earning a grunt and an extra strong spurt, bringing a tired grin to his muzzle.

All too soon, their shared high began to fade, leaving them panting, damp with sweat, and limp. Jag let go of his chest to prop himself up, relieving the pressure and allowing El to catch his breath more freely. The firm shaft buried inside him pulsed gently, adding a few more dribbles to the warm pool resting heavily in his belly, lending to the delightfully overfull sensation. Jag's grip on his softening shaft fell away, fingers drawing lazy circles around his belly and chest.

Blinking the stars from his vision, Elecos took stock. His entire crotch and lower belly was sticky and matted, fur a mess from being shoved down into his own seed. Every muscle in his body ached like he'd been through the most intense workout of his life. With the fading pleasure, his rear made its displeasure known, a rawness burning down every inch which had suffered the rough plowing.

He didn't care.

Lips brushed his cheek, fingers squeezing lovingly at his chest and rump, Jag's satisfied sigh music to his ears.

"Thank you, El. I hope that wasn't too much for you. I might have gotten a little carried away."

Elecos giggled, his voice shaky. "Are you kidding? That was exactly what I asked for!"

"Really? You don't seem to be a puddle just yet."

"Close enough. Besides..." Taking Jag's wrist in a shaking paw, he guided the man's hand to the soaked spot beneath him. "What do you call that?"

A snort of amusement tickled his ear. "Fair point. I hope Phase isn't too upset with us for what we've done to their furniture."

Elecos' muzzle wrinkled. It was over now, lovely as this cuddling was. There wasn't much need to keep pretending. His spent shaft had retreated into its sheath, and the larger maleness embedded in his rear was softening. Neither of them were going to be up for more tonight.

"Thanks for this, by the way." He twisted about to glance up at the ditto in human form, giving him a smile, their cheeks rubbing together. "You were right. I needed this. I think I'm going to ask him out."

"When and where?"

"I…" Elecos blinked. "A bit soon for that. I haven't thought that far ahead."

A warm chuckle vibrated through him. "I'll have to give you my number then. I suppose this means we're dating now."

"No, I…" He froze, eyes widening. It couldn't be. "Jag?"

The man nodded, hugging Elecos tight. "In the flesh. Hello, El."

"You… I mean, Phase—"

"Pulled me aside and told me what was going on, helped set this up. I'd had my suspicions, but wasn't sure until then." Soft lips brushed his cheek, that melodious voice dropping to a murmur. "I'm glad you found your courage, El. I truly have admired you for some time, but didn't wish to make the first move for fear of scaring you off."

That sneaky, conniving, lecherous bastard of a ditto.

"I do apologize for maintaining the ruse at first, but I feared you might lose your courage if you knew. You're not upset, are you? I thought for sure you had caught on."

Slowly, Elecos shook his head. "Phase is a hell of an actor."

Jag laughed. "That he is, as are you, my friend. Or, perhaps more than that now, yes?"

Yes. Absolutely yes, but for some reason, the words refused to make it past his knotted tongue. He nodded, and received a hug that squeezed a squeak from his lungs. Still trying to process it all, he barely moved as Jag rolled them onto their sides, spooning around and engulfing him with his warm presence, his now flaccid manhood slipping free of the floatzel's well-used passage. A pleased sigh gusted across his muzzle, another kiss gracing his cheek. The arms around him, the quiet strength against his back, the scent of ginger, cloves, and masculine satisfaction… Knowing it was real made it seem like a dream, and yet it couldn't feel more right.

Next time he saw Phase, he was going to kick its ass for this trick.

And then say thank you.