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After Rufioh had finally grown some shame-globes and ended things with Horuss, Cronus Empora knew it was the perfect time to strike! Yeah, he knew it was kinda of a jerk move trying to play rebound so early, but he was getting on the end of his rope, okay!? He couldn't stay a virgin for the rest of eternity! The little respect he had left be damned!
So, Cronus started pestering Horuss, being as subtle as shipwreck. At first Zahhak was all polite, telling him he still needed some time alone. Then he started to ignore Cronus' words and always walked away when he saw him coming…but that wasn't going to stop him!
Then the day finally came. Horuss reached his breaking point, and with an exasperated sigh and annoyed voice he relented to the other's solicitations.
“URGH Fine! We may have intercourse, but you need to foallow my exact instructions, do you udderstand?”
At first Cronus was confused, he overheard Rufioh talking about how submissive and thirsty for ‘being controlled’ Horuss was, so he didn't expect such a firm stance coming from him. But he wouldn't look a gifted hoofbeast on the sexual preference and just nodded.
Horuss just grabbed him by the wrist and they walked like a military march to his hive. Once on his respite block, Horuss finally turned around with the most serious and cold expression and started listing his demands.
“One: You are not allowed to speak unless it's an emergency. Two: We won't kiss, neigh look at each other neigh anything of that ilk. Three: You will keep going until i release, no matter what. Are those conditions agreeable?”
For a brief second the thought that this might not end well crossed Cronus’ think-pan, but he was so close to finally scoring he couldn't care less.
“Yeah~ Let's get on with it, doll!” He tried sounding smooth, but all he got in return was Horuss turning his back on him and grumbling ‘don’t call me that’ under his breath while looking really sour.
Cronus stayed there, not really knowing how to begin, his inexperience catching up to him, but he really freezes when he realizes Horuss was already taking his clothes off. He was quick and kinda clinical, no sensuality at all. Cronus followed his lead and just dumped his clothes on the floor, not even folding them like his companion.
Horuss walked to the bed and laid himself on his folded arms and knees, lifting his lower half up while hiding his face almost completely on the pillows. Cronus was thankful the other couldn't see how flustered the casual way he positioned himself made the violet blood.
Things weren't going how Cronus ever imagined his first time with an actual person would be, but a gleaming muscly body offering himself up to him like that had a certain appeal, he could admit.
He got closer, really admiring the toned back and powerful thighs. The indigo’s ass looked pretty great too. Once he is kneeling on the bed right behind the other it doesn't take long for his fingers to start traveling through that envy-worthy body.
His skin was wet with sweat, but that was a given with Zahhak. Cronus just hoped Horuss’ nook would also collaborate so he would have to work him up like he saw in videos. His bulge was already all out and about and he couldn't wait much longer.
Cronus was shaking a little. Could it really be it? Was he, after so long that time didn't mean anything anymore, finally about to lose his virginity? His bulge decided it had already waited for far too long and slithered in the hole in front of it like a seabeast going for its prey.
Oh, Gog. It really was as good as everyone hyped it to be.
His member was being hugged by a soft, warm smoothness no hand or toy was able to compare. Cronus was shaking, having to put most of his weight on Horuss to not completely collapse. He stayed there, letting his bulge trash around the other's nook while he grabbed the other's firm pecs from behind and held on for dear life. He always did want to get a cope of those and there was no better time than now.
While he lost himself in pleasure, he still noticed the weirdo movements on Horuss' shoulders and him tightening himself up. Cronus ignored it. It was his moment, the one he wouldn't probably get again so soon, so he would focus on himself first!
And they kept at it, Cronus mostly doing all the work but he didn't care. Or at least he tried. The longer it went on, the more noticeable Horuss' hiccups became. The indigo blood’s body was shaking in a weird way and the whimpers he was letting out didn't sound right.
Cronus held on trying to ignore it, but it eventually did piss him off so he decided to screw the rules.
“Hey, Horuss, is everything alright? Am i hurting you or something?” He hoped it didn't sound too much like he didn't really care, but he was only opening his mouth because his mood was being kinda ruined.
“Don't talk.” Horuss’ voice came out strangled, like he was choking on his own words, followed by more hiccups and gasps.
Trying to not give a damn was the way then. And Cronus tried focusing only on himself, but whatever Horuss was doing was really ruining his concentration, to the point of leading him to break another rule.
He used all his strength to turn the other around. Horuss was crossing his arms over his face but still doing too shitty of a job at trying to hide his crying.
“Dude, you are seriously annoying me, just tell me what's going on already or this is not going to work.” He growled, thinking that maybe being a little more forceful is what he would need to do to get answers from the other.
“C-cold.” Now Horuss was more openly crying and sniffing into his arms, shaking and squeezing his eyes shut. It was truly a pitiful sight. Cronus just hummed, questioning the other and signaling him to keep going. “You are t-too cold.”
Realization hit Cronus like a brick. So Horuss had only relented to play pretend it was his ex fucking him, and it obviously didn't work due to their severe caste difference, leaving Horuss a frustrated mess. Cronus let out a deep sigh.
This really wasn't going how he wanted for it to go. Now, there he was, his bulge inside a guy but his head suddenly being too preoccupied with the guy's feelings for him to enjoy it. Fuck, this shit sucks.
“Look, i know this isn't going how the both of us probably expected. And i know i'm not Rufioh. But hey! We are already here and deep into this so…” Cronus gently pulls Horuss arms from his face, taking a look at him at last. Even after crying and getting all wet with tears and sweat, Zahhak really didn't look that bad, in Cronus’ opinion. Even made him feel kinda bummed that the other was always hiding behind those ridiculous goggles all the time
They just stared at each other for a little. Cronus’ bulge was still inside of Horuss’ nook, but as still as it could be while the other kept shaking. Cronus wondered what would Horuss' eyes look like if they weren't ghosts, how blue would they be…
He snapped from his train of thought, clearing his throat, awkwardly.
“So…is it all good if we went back to business?”
Horuss turned his face, avoiding his glance and blushing in shame and sweating hard. After a few seconds to recompose, he takes a deep breath and turns back to the other.
“Okay. We may proceed. Might as well at least finish this.”
Cronus just smirked and started to move again. His hips were slow but his bulge was going crazy, wiggling all over Horuss' insides, and when it hit just the spot it made the other gasp in a real sexy way that had honestly surprised him, so he started aiming for that.
Now, without the sobbing, Cronus could just close his eyes and really focus on the feeling of pailing, how hot and tight the nook was, and all the wet, squirty and slappy sounds were coming from it. He started to move more forcefully, trying to get as deep inside of Horuss as he could. He even started getting some low whimpers of pleasure from the other, escaping amongst his worked up breathing.
Once Horuss actually let out a moan, Cronus opened his eyes and focused on the indigo's face. The deep blue blush, the glittering sweat, the open mouth with the tongue almost sticking out, the inviting lips… it was all a truly erotic sight.
With Cronus stimulating him just right to keep getting those delicious moans to come out, Horuss opens his eyes too, and they just lock gazes. Cronus’ face just keeps getting closer until all he can see is the endless white. They keep staring into each other's void, like they were looking for something. Then their lids start to feel heavy, as they just keep getting closer. And as their eyes shut, their lips meet.
The feeling of the kiss was almost as overwhelming as the one of pailing, and getting to experience both at once makes Cronus feel like he could pass out.
His tongue starts emulating the moves of his bulge, he getting to go all out on both of Horuss’ holes was so indescribable, he would think he was dreaming if he could still sleep.
They separate their mouths after a while, more out of reflex than actual need to breathe, but then go right into kissing and biting each other's lips, face, neck, anything they could reach.
Both start moving more erratically, feeling their climaxes approaching. Cronus starts thinking about filling Horuss’ nook with his seed. His slurry finally going where is supposed to instead of being spilled on his hands or down the drain, and that just takes him even closer to bursting. But Horuss gets there first.
Horuss orgasms, almost screaming when his genetic material squirts out from both his nook and his bulge. It doesn't take Cronus long to follow, and the feeling of his fluids flooding Horuss inside, mixing his own juices, makes the indigo blood let out even more ejaculate.
When they are finished they lay heaving, side by side, heads turned and looking at one another, looking lost but pleased enough.
They clean up and get clothed, but then just stand awkwardly for a while, not knowing what to say.
“So…that was it then. Is it too much too soon for me to want to do it again sometime?” He tries his luck.
“I… I think it's best we don't speak of this again.” Horuss was looking at everything except Cronus' face, his own expression looking uncomfortable “It was an interesting experiment but i still hoof much to think about. I hope you understand.” He said it all while looking down to his boots.
“Y-yeah! Sure! You know how to find me! See you around, chief~” Cronus tries and fails to play it cool. He just gets out of Horuss' hive and walks, getting faster and faster the further he got.
He really didn't know what he was feeling. Shame? Relief? It was so much that the feelings ended up neutralizing themselves and leaving him with barely no reaction. The scenery around him started to morph and he arrived at his own respite block without even crossing the front door.
He just stayed there, shifting position every few minutes, taking the cigarette off his lips and giving it back, trying to distract himself but falling miserably.
He hated himself for not just being satisfied he even got to fuck someone and be happy or just let it go!!
He wished he could sleep, let the dark and unawareness take him for a while. But all he could do was sit there, and think about what happened and hope.