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Truthless Recluse and the Fount of Knowledge had always been close. He was kind, patient, and just naturally cute in a quiet, easy way. Being around him always felt calm, like things made sense when he was nearby.
A few days back, he invited Truthless to relax at the hot springs one night, saying it would be a good break. He agreed, reluctantly. When he arrived, the place was peaceful. The moon was bright, stars scattered across the sky, and the water reflected the light softly. Fount of Knowledge was already in the springs, his long blue hair catching the glow, his expression gentle. His robes and crown were set on a rock nearby. When he noticed you, he lifted a hand and waved you over, smiling warmly.
"Truthless Recluse! You made it! I was wondering when you'd get here.. I was a bit worried you’d leave me hanging." Fount jumped up out of the water and dragged Truthless over to the pool before coming to a halt and getting back in.
Truthless Recluse stared at Fount of Knowledge for a moment before hesitantly removing his apparel and getting into the water.
He moved closer to where Fount was, laying an arm around his shoulder, making him tense up.
The hot water bubbled around them both, creating a serene atmosphere.
"Mmm, this feels nice, doesn't it? The perfect temperature to unwind."
”Mhm. Truthless Recluse replied shortly. Fount leaned into his embrace slightly once he replied, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. Truthless’s hand drifted down, rubbing Fount of Knowledge's bare arm. He was incredibly skinny, Truthless Recluse couldn't help but stare at his body. In concern, and something else..
Fount shivered slightly at his touch, his skin soft and smooth. He noticed Truthless Recluse’s stare and giggled softly, a tint of nervousness in it.
"I know I'm a bit thin... but I assure you, I'm healthy. Just a very small appetite."
”Good.” He replied quietly, staring for a moment longer before forcefully pulling his eyes away. Truthless Recluse wasn't one to talk, he usually just listened to Fount. Not to mention, he wasn't nice to other people, he tolerated him though.
Fount of Knowledge looked at him with those innocent, delicate eyes, unaware of the other dirty thoughts Truthless was having.
He shifted slightly, his body pressing against Truthless Recluse’s more in the warm water. "You're always so quiet around me. It's... comforting." He paused, then spoke in a softer tone.
"Have you ever thought about speaking more? I enjoy hearing your voice." Fount admitted, looking away nervously. Truthless noticed this and turned to actually face him now, looking down at the big, blue eyes Fount had.
"I don't have anything to talk about." He said, reluctantly. That was probably the longest sentence he's ever spoken aloud in a while.
Fount's eyes widened slightly at your longer response. He turned around to look, a small smile forming on his lips. He tilted his head up to maintain eye contact, moving closer.
"Even the simplest things can be interesting. Like... what you've been reading lately? Or how your day was?"
Fount seemed genuinely curious, his hand lightly touching his thigh under the water. The question made Truthless suck in air through his teeth, along with the touch on his thigh.
Fount of Knowledge noticed his reaction but didn't remove his hand, instead gently rubbing small circles with his thumb. He hummed thoughtfully.
”My day was fine.” Truthless mumbled
Fount shifted again, his other hand now resting on Truthless Recluse’s chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"Just fine? Nothing exciting happened?"
"Nothing exciting ever happens..." Truthless Recluse spoke more quietly as he watched Fount of Knowledge's hand drift up all the way to his collarbone.
The Fount's voice dropped to a whisper. "That's a shame... life should have some excitement. Even the smallest moments can be exciting if you let them be." He leaned closer, his breath warm against the other’s neck.
"Fount." He stammered, it was very out of character for him. Truthless’s hand, which was previously on Fount of Knowledge's shoulder moved down to his waist. ”Too close."
The Fount paused, his waist tensing slightly at your hand. He didn't pull away though, instead tilting his head with an innocent look in his eyes. "Too close for what, Truthless?" His hand stopped moving but remained where it was.
"You're too close." Truthless Recluee stated simply.
"And if I want to be close? You're not pushing me away." His voice held a rare hint of mischief, as if testing his boundaries.
Truthless Recluse squeezed his waist, making Fount let out a small gasp. His body pressed closer.. His soft eyes looked up at Truthless with surprise and intrigue.
This felt too intimate for him.
"I never push you away."
"No, you don't. You let me be close... but you don't initiate it." Fount of Knowledge’s hand on his chest moved up to Truthless’s cheek, gently stroking it.
"I don't need to initiate it." Truthless Recluse replied simply.
"But you could. You could hold me tighter. Pull me closer. Show me you want this closeness too." Fount cut in. His eyes searched the others’, looking for any sign of hesitation or discomfort.
He looked away. His body was tense. Truthless Recluse was clearly torn between being uncomfortable and curious. He couldn’t help but rub at Fount’s waist to distract himself further.
The Fount noticed his tension, his expression softening with understanding. He didn't push further, but he also didn't move away. "It's okay to be uncertain. I won't force anything on you." He spoke gently, his hand now resting on Truthless Recluse’s shoulder, rather than his thigh.
He was silent for a moment before speaking up again. "But I'll be here, if you ever want to try."
"Don't move any closer or any farther. I'm fine with this.” Truthless Recluse spoke simply, surprising Fount of Knowledge a tad bit.
The Fount nodded, respecting his boundary. He stayed in place, his hand still on Truthless Recluse’s shoulder. He closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth of the water relax him.
The moonlight reflected off his wet hair.
Truthless Recluse betrayed his own words soon enough and pulled Fount closer by the waist, his hand moved further downward, cupping his thigh. Fount was practically a skeleton, so his hand was almost big enough to go all the way around.
The Fount's eyes flew open in surprise at the action, a small gasp escaping him again. His thin thigh fit perfectly in Truthless Recluse’s hand, he could feel the strength in his grip.
"I don’t understand.. You said not to move..." He whispered, but there was no protest in his tone, only curiosity and a hint of excitement.
"I changed my mind." Truthless Recluse muttered, his hand clenched around his thigh before loosening. A faint blush appeared on Fount of Knowledge’s cheeks, his body trembling slightly at the change of mind. He swallowed hard.
"You're being bold tonight, aren't you?" He placed his hand over the one on his thigh, not pushing it away but not encouraging it either. He was waiting, waiting to see what he’d do next.
Truthless Recluse squeezed his thigh harder once more before letting go and rubbing it gently. He wasn't saying anything, but it was obvious that he was still admiring Fount's smaller body.
Fount of Knowledge shivered at the squeeze, his breath hitching. He watched the hand with a mix of shyness and fascination.
"You're... very focused on my size.
Is that what you like?" His voice was quieter now, almost shy. He wasn't used to being the center of attention like this.
"What do you think?" He muttered back, moving his hand upward to his stomach. Truthless Recluse was pushing his own limits now, his thoughts were clouded by desire.
His stomach fluttered under the touch, the skin smooth and slightly cool compared to the warm water. "I think you find my lack of substance... appealing." He admitted, his eyes following Truthless Recluse’s hand movement. His hand was still on top of his, but he wasn't stopping him whatsoever.
"If that's what you want to think. Think it."
"I don't need to think it. I know you do. You can't hide it from me, Truthless."
Those words made Truthless Recluse’s grip falter, but it returned quickly. Fount leaned into the touch again, his head resting against his shoulder. His fingers intertwined with Truthless’a own on his stomach, his other hand now resting on his hip.
Truthless Recluse's hand continued gliding upward, dangerously close to his chest. The Fount held his breath as Truthless’e hand neared his chest, his heartbeat quickening. He could feel the heat radiating from his body contrasting with the coolness of your touch.
"You're very handsy tonight..." He murmured, his grip on your hip tightening slightly. His key necklace dangled between you both, catching the light.
"You invited me to a hot spring. I need some way to distract myself from boredom. I’m choosing to do it by touching you."
"That's an interesting choice of distraction." Fount of Knowledge giggled nervously, bringing up one of his hands to cover his mouth before bringing it back down.
Just then, he cupped one of Fount's boobs, rubbing slightly. They were small, perky. Truthless never saw them through his baggy loose robes. “Is this uncomfortable?” He turned his head to face Fount, who seemingly was turned on by it.
He shook his head slightly, conflicted. The sensation was both uncomfortable and... pleasant. "No, I’m just... sensitive. And we're in public... technically." He glanced around the hot spring area, but there was no one else there. Just the two of them and the night sky.
"No one's here." He responded quietly, his hand continued rubbing, finding his nipple. Either way, Truthless Recluse probably wouldn't have cared if there were people around.
”Still... it's risky. Anyone could show up..." Despite his words, he wasn't telling him to stop. His hand on Truthless’s hip was now gripping it firmly, but he showed no reaction back.
"You haven't told me to stop." He spoke after a moment, rubbing Fount's nipple gently. His arm moved him closer. This felt like a lot for just friends.
"I... I know. I should." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want you to stop..."
"Truthless. I'm not supposed to feel this way about my friend."
He confessed, his hand moving to Truthless Recluse’s back, holding onto him as if he were his anchor in this moment of temptation.
"Does it matter?" He asked, stopping his hands. He turned and took his free hand, tilting up Fount of Knowledge's chin. Truthless looked deep into his big eyes, searching for discomfort.
"It should... but I don't care right now." He admitted again, more honestly this time. His chin stayed tilted up, his body leaning into Truthless’s touch on his chin. His chest heaved with each breath, his key necklace swinging slightly.
Truthless Recluse watched Fount of Knowledge intently, he could see him slowly crumbling, succumbing to just a body of pleasure. He spoke up again. "Tell me if I need to stop."
"You won't stop until I tell you to. I know you."
Truthless looked down at Fount’s crotch for a moment, then looking back up and continuing to rub again, forcing Fount to keep looking at him. Truthless Recluse watched as the other’s face contorted into one holding back pleasure.
The Fount's eyes widened at your persistence, his lips parting as he tried to suppress a moan. “You’re cruel..” He barely managed to say it, and Truthless just smiled back eerily.
”I am, aren't I?”
”Deal with it.”
"And you enjoy seeing me like this. Helpless. Desperate." He accused, his voice strained. His hips shifted slightly, seeking more friction against his hand.
"You like looking like this for me."
He swallowed hard, unable to deny it. His pride was battling with his desire.
"I do... I shouldn't. But I can't help it. You make me feel things I shouldn't feel."
His admission was a confession of his own making. He was losing the battle against his emotions. Truthless felt as if this was going too far and stopped. He wasn't ready to hear his sappy feelings. His hands moved away from Fount.
The smaller cookie let out a small noise of protest at the loss of contact, his body immediately missing Truthless Recluse’s touch. He looked confused and slightly hurt by the sudden stop.
"Why did you stop...?"
He asked quietly, his chest still heaving. His nipples were hard and visible through the wet fabric now, showing how aroused he was.
"You keep saying we should." Truthless Recluse responded, he was hesitant about moving his hand back to Fount’s undergarments.
"I did... but you were enjoying it too much." He said, trying to regain his composure. He adjusted his robe slightly, covering himself again.
His face was still flushed, his eyes still dark with want. "You were enjoying my suffering."
"I wasn't. We simply needed to stop."
"You were... you were making me suffer by stopping. You knew what you were doing to me."
He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting slightly.
Truthless Recluse groaned before speaking up again. ”Do you truly want me to continue so badly?"
”Yes. But it's wrong. We can't. We're friends." His body language said otherwise. He was fidgeting, clearly still aroused and restless.
"And nothing more than. I'II continue, but be quiet."
Fount nodded quickly, biting his tongue to stay quiet. He uncrossed his arms and spread them slightly, giving Truthless Recluse more access. "I'll be quiet. I promise."
He moved his hand over his body again. Truthless was about to move back to the nipple, but his hand drifted downwards. Too down. In between his thighs even. Fount gasped sharply as his hand went lower, thighs instinctively clenching together.
"Please... please keep going. Just... keep it quiet."
He looked back down and continued moving closer and closer. Truthless Recluse rubbed through his panties, unsure whether or not to go inside them.
Fount's panties were already damp from the water, but also from his own arousal. He spread his legs further, his body arching slightly towards Truthless Recluse’s touch. He was panting softly, trying to remain as quiet as possible.
Truthless’s eyes were fixed on Fount of Knowledge’s face, watching his every muscle movement with intense focus. He eventually did go under his panties, separating the folds. After a second or two, he found the clit, not rubbing yet. ”Quiet.”
Fount nodded frantically, his eyes rolling back slightly. He was biting down on his hand now, hard enough to leave marks. He was trying so hard to obey, but the pleasure was overwhelming him.
The rubbing was in slow circles with two fingers, he was being gentle, extremely gentle. Truthless Recluse could feel how wet he was, and it only encouraged him further.
Fount of Knowledge was a mess. His body was shaking with restrained moans, his juices coating Truthless Recluse’s fingers. He was dripping onto the hot spring floor. He was fighting the urge to moan his name again, to beg for more. His free hand could only reach out and grab Truthless’s wrist, trying to get stability.
”Don’t-.. don't stop. Please don't stop."
His voice was strained and desperate. He was completely at the taller man’s mercy now, completely under his control.
Truthless Recluse continued rubbing for a moment longer before drifting further down to the hole, it was where all the wetness came from, Fount’s sweet nectar. ”One or two fingers?” He asked, looking down at him.
Fount gasped again, his eyes widening at the change of direction. He understood the question immediately. "I-.. Uhm.. One..? Please?”
He breathed out, his voice barely audible. He was giving Truthless Recluse permission, trusting him completely. He marked Fount of Knowledge’s neck in return for his trust.
He lubed up one of his fingers with the slickness and slowly inserted it. God, Fount was tight. There was no way two could've even fit. The Fount's walls clenched around his finger, incredibly closed and hot. Fount of Knowledge was clenching his jaw so hard it must have hurt.
He let it sit there to loosen before slowly moving it in and out. ”Quiet, Fount. Be good. We don't want anyone to hear you.” Truthless Recluse reminded him. ”I know you're sensitive.”
Fount of Knowledge nodded and whimpered softly, the sound muffled by a hand that was put over his mouth by Truthless. His body was extremely prone to pleasure. The slightest movement of his finger made him shiver. He was so sensitive that he could probably cum just from this.
Just before Fount of Knowledge could hit the peak and cum, Truthless Recluse stopped and removed the hand from his mouth, needing to check on him.
”Good?" He asked, knowing for sure Fount was good, he was just stalling to edge him.
A small whine escaped his lips. Fount looked up from his hand to look at Truthless Recluse again with pleading eyes, his chest heaving.
"Yes... so good... Please.. Keep going, I’m so close..” Fount of Knowledge pleaded, his legs trembling.
Truthless Recluse fingered him slowly after he made sure he wasn't about to cum, teasingly speeding up and slowing down quickly after. His eyes were set on Fount's expression, that’s all he enjoyed from all this
He eventually got bored of Fount of Knowledge’s small whimpering and lubricated his ring finger, making it two of them inside of him now. ”Loosen up, will you?”
He let out a strangled moan, his body arching sharply. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, nails digging in. "Ah! No... not there..."
He tried to relax, but his body was too wound up. His hole was tightening around Truthless Recluse’s fingers, refusing to loosen fully. He was panting, sweat forming on his forehead.
"I can't... it's too much..."
"Calm down, you're okay."
Truthless Recluse's fingers halted.
He had never spoken to Fount that way, it was new. Attractive. Truthless edged him and stopped. He pulled out slowly and rubbed his clit once more with thumb before taking his hand out of Fount's panties completely.
”We’re stopping. If I let you cum, you'll make a mess of the pool.” He said, trying to dry his fingers off with the towels behind them.
Fount of Knowledge groaned in frustration, realizing he were right. He looked down at the water, then back at Truthless Recluse.
"But I need to... Please..."
He was pouting now, his usual dignity completely gone. The Fount of Knowledge was acting like a spoiled child, a brat even.
"Fine. Be quiet." He covered Fount's mouth and put his hand into his panties again, fingering him longer. He used three fingers this time, too impatient now.
”Cum for me. It’s getting late.”
He came hard at his words, his body convulsing violently. The results of Fount’s orgasm mixed with the hot spring water. He moaned into Truthless Recluse’s hand, the sound muffled but still loud. His eyes snapped open, wide and unfocused as he rode out his finish. He was completely wrecked, his body limp and his chest heaving. He looked utterly destroyed, and it was beautiful.
”All good?” Truthless asked, knowing well that he was more than good. Fount of Knowledge was in bliss.
”We have to get going now. You took too long. The hot springs are about to close” He got up and dried his fingers once more with the towel, helping Fount get out of the pool
“Okaay.. Is this going to be our last time though?” Fount of Knowledge asked, a tint of hope in his voice. Truthless Recluse just rolled his eyes.
”It won't be. Just don't ask me so often.”
Fount of Knowledge’s eyes widened and he smiled happily, his previous numbness felt gone as he pulled down Truthless Recluse for a kiss, which he reluctantly returned.