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Doug leads Oz to his hotel room, sinking their hands slowly into his slimy one. Oz blushes at the sensation. Out of curiosity, they move their fingers around. The feeling is viscous, and Doug giggles, jiggling his slime around their fingers in response.
Suddenly, the privacy of the venue invites some particularly pervy thoughts into Oz's head. Naughty-naughty! Not that they weren't already thinking of nasty stuff, but the presence of several lascivious dakimakura(s?) and other such merchandise doesn't help the horny atmosphere, which has significant effects on Oz's crotch! Uh oh!
Doug withdraws his hand, taking off his slippers before situating himself on the bed. He looks up at Oz, who was caught in the middle of leering at the way his belly jiggled when he sat and was now looking away in embarrassment. A phobia on their shoulder looks away too.
Perhaps influenced by a “cool, and sexy” character he saw in the past—or it could just be the sexually-charged atmosphere—but Doug speaks up, “Mind if I slip into something a little more comfortable?” His delivery is rather lacking; a bit amateur and forced, but the effect is disastrous. Oz is stiff and erect, his eyes slowly inching towards Doug to take a peek. Little did they know, Doug was also looking at him expectantly, leading their eyes to meet in tropey fashion.
It's enough to embolden him even further, reciting another line he must have borrowed from one of his more perverted anime(s?).
“Or maybe… you could take them off instead?” He says, in the sluttiest manner he could muster, which isn't very slutty at all, but it works like a charm! The blush on Oz's face a deep pink, he slowly turns to face Doug again.
“R-really?” Their hands are sweaty—however the embodiment of fear sweats—reaching for Doug's shirt. He steps closer and closer, until Doug is almost face-first with his crotch, which was an unfortunate (or not?) accident.
Doug is, thankfully, too busy looking up to notice; his yellow eyes were completely focused on Oz's. Oz leans down until his hands reach Doug's shoulders. Their touch is soft and tense as Doug lets them take his shirt off him, sliding it off of him one arm at a time. Being half-naked in such an intimate environment makes Doug shake and jiggle all over.
The sight is one to behold. While Oz's eyes are busy ogling the shape of his arms, Doug's eyes simultaneously fall on Oz's raging hard-on! He catches on, and the shame is too much to bear, but Doug smiles at him with his solid-yellow eyes, effectively keeping them from running away! (Don't worry they're still into it.)
The embodiment of fear gulps—swallowing their fears—and inches his face closer towards Doug's. Kissing someone is surprisingly difficult without a mouth, so they have to settle for a close alternative: rubbing his face on Doug's face where their mouths would be, had they had them. The gesture isn't lost in translation. Doug tentatively leans into the “kiss,” deforming his slime into a rough shape of an appendage which pokes around Oz's “mouth” area.
Okay, maybe a little TOO much enthusiasm, but the act leaves the both of them blushing like crazy.
“Oh, fudge… do you wanna… take it a little further? I don’t mind!” Doug says in an incredibly upbeat voice you wouldn’t even believe he was horny, which he was, as observed by Oz when they shot a glance downwards and noticed the formation (yes, formation) of a bulge in Doug’s shorts.
Oz gets an eager look in his eyes, practically the most-consenting individual in their life. The 'I-wanna-go-to-town' expression that they're wearing may not be enough, so he nods too. As he climbs onto the bed, the pitch-black matter on their legs pops the shoes off his feet, instead clinging on to Doug's feet as they make contact. They leave a trail of slime and shadowy substance as they crawl up the bed, hands never leaving each other as they continue to "kiss."
Oz's face is completely slobbered in slime by the time they hit the headboard, and a bunch of phobias have sprouted out of the shadowy matter that has crept up Doug's legs. Doug looks down to see that they seem to hug the surface of his slime, literally hugging wherever they can, seemingly in a state of bliss. He looks back up at Oz, who looks back at him with a bashful expression.
“S-sorry, didn't know they were doing that. I could pull them back if you want?”
“No, no, it's fine! I think it's kinda cute actually.”
He smiles back with eyes in full intersection curve, and damn, it goes straight to Oz's dick. Getting turned on by your crush smiling at you is totally lame, but fuck that! They were already making out anyway. And if nervousness kept them from getting in Doug's pants, why not blow the nerves away with an even hotter makeout session?
With blatant disregard for the state of their clothing after this was over, Oz presses himself as close as possible into Doug's body. His shirt gets damp with slime in the process, which is coincidentally a great excuse to take your shirt off!
He sits up, the phobias on Doug's legs mourning as they are detached, settling instead on the sides of his torso close to his pits when Oz leaves his legs there. The expressions of bliss are back on their tiny, little faces when they're finally reattached.
“Gosh! Haha, that tickles!”
He's about to unbutton his shirt himself, before Doug offers to do it for them.
“Let me get that for you.”
Oz lets him, leaning back and leaving their arms at their sides, which causes him—and his hands—to sink slightly into Doug's stomach, which apparently tickles him a little bit. Unfortunately, sinking into slime with your pants on can lead to said pants getting a little wet, which is also coincidentally a great excuse to take your pants off.
A cool sensation encompasses Oz's crotch as his butt slowly sinks into Doug's body; sentient slime presses on them from all sides, massaging the submerged parts of his ass. Meanwhile, Doug shows off his selective prowess in multi-tasking, deftly unbuttoning and dressing down Oz's torso with his thick, slimy fingers. Oz helps him a little bit, pulling their hands out of the slime to take their upper clothes off and toss it somewhere in the room.
Finished, he leans back again, letting his hands sink into the cool, yet now slightly warmer substance of Doug's body. Doug scans him up and down, taking in the contours of his upper body. His eyes shimmer.
“Whoa... you're pretty...”
He outstretches his arms to touch him. Sliding over their body, his hands leave a slick trail behind as he traces over every inch he can possibly lay his hands on. His touch only seems to turn Oz on even further.
“O-oh Doug...”
Oz sinks even deeper, half-way past Doug's pelvis, and Doug ripples his slime in that area. He feels the shape of Oz's manhood, making sure to undulate up-and-down as he fondles and gropes at them through their clothes. He parts an area at the back of their pants' waistband, where he slips in to get a closer feel of Oz's goods.
Poking and prodding around the place, he strokes Oz's cock a little closer to his skin, where more of his sticky, slimy goodness could be felt. The moans Oz lets out are like music to his ears, and his reactions whenever he felt them up was a feast for the eyes. With a glint in his eye, he decides to push it further.
Slowly, he tries pulling down the waistband of Oz's underwear; however, it's not as easy as taking up space or wiggling a part of himself in one direction, so he can really only pull it down until Oz's buttcrack is exposed.
“W-wait! L-let me take these off first!” Oz stammers aloud as he tries to pull himself out of Doug. The feeling of slime physically touching his buttcrack might have made them think they were about to get penetrated, which may have been the case in a different script.
“Gyow!” Doug's whole body ripples in pain. Ouch... Let this not be an example of Oz's bad pullout game.
“S-s-sorry! Are you alright?”
“Oooh Fu—fudge, ow...”
Big boner kill. While Oz is panicking a little (maybe a little more than little) and hovering over him, Doug is clutching his sides in pain. Any more and there'd be tears in his eyes, and he'd be in the fetal position. Luckily for the two, Oz's stream of nervous apologies seemingly has a healing effect, and the pain quickly subsides.
“Whew... Think I need to catch my breath after that one.”
“Yeah... me too... Sorry, again, by the way.”
With a clearer head, Doug can appreciate the way Oz scratches his neck when he's nervous, finding it particularly cute.
“It's fine, just be a bit more gentle next time.” He says without any malice, his eyes showing a soft smile.
Well, now that the mood's gone, what were they to do now? With Oz's anxiety back in full force, they had to settle for a close second: cuddles.
Doug pats the spot right next to him, to which Oz seems to take the hint, if a bit reluctantly. He slowly sidles up to Doug, who seems awfully pleased with himself despite what just happened. On the other hand though, he's got a grimace on.
“It's nothing, really, it's just— You aren't bothered? At all?”
“Really. We can just go again next time. Well, if there IS a next time.”
The prospect of going again in the future puts a blush on both of their faces. Despite the blue balls, neither of them seemed to have a bad time. Things just got awkward, that's all.
Oz smiles genuinely.
“I'd love to, but—”
“But?”
“I've got slime all over, and my clothes are wet.”
Hearing this, Doug looks down to see Oz's lower garments absolutely soaked. Pity flashes on his face.
“Can I use the bathroom for a bit? I'll be back, I promise.” Oz says, not that there was any doubt they'd be coming back. “Uhhh, my clothes are in the other room. You wouldn't mind if I borrowed yours, would you?” They say, scratching their neck. He's already made a move to get up, droplets of residual slime leaving a trail as he heads for the bathroom.
Their clothes stick to them as he strips himself down. He rinses himself off, stepping out of the shower to notice a towel and some spare clothes were left on the counter. How thoughtful. They dry themselves off, and find themselves a size or two too small to fit properly wear the clothes, but it would suffice.
They step out of the bathroom into darkness—the only light left behind them—to spot Doug in his pajamas (minus the jacket) already settled into bed. He waves at Oz before lazily falling back into the mattress, suspiciously not a daki in sight.
Oz practically jumps into the bed, landing gracelessly with a thud. He goes to lay their head down, expecting the soft head-embrace of a soft pillow, but are instead met with a squishy sensation. Whatever, feels nice regardless.
Mere moments later, and Doug is already making soft honk-shoo sounds despite not having a visible respiratory system. Oz shuts their eyes too, but shortly after, gets pressed into Doug's soft and slimy chest, the culprit still snoring.
Holy shit, boner alert.