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The day had one simple mission: tag along with Ifa while he tended to the animals on Mutota's ranch. Easy enough, right? Stay out of the way, maybe feed a couple cute friends, draw when possible, and go home. Ororon practically had the whole day planned out, and was prepared to enjoy every second of it. In fact, she was enjoying every second, until the horses, in particular, Mutota's pride and joy, a red Morgan mare she had dubbed "Cherry" who particularly loved the butterscotch candies Ororon would sneak her, courtesy of Mutota. Ifa had been checking her over, throwing out observations that went straight over Ororon's head, and handling her with practiced ease until he got to the hoof Mutota had noted as "a potential problem area".
"C'mon, beautiful, lemme see your foot," Ifa grunted, stooping down as he ran his hand over the back of Cherry's leg, urging her to lift it.
The mare snorted and nosed at his hat, then turned right back to a giggling Ororon to look for more candies, nosing at her hat as well.
Ifa narrowed an unamused stare at the two and sighed, patting her thigh. "Don't be stubborn. Let me see it."
It took about a minute of more pleading from the vet before Cherry finally allowed him to get her hoof off the ground, but then came the words that brought Ororon's mind to a grinding halt.
"There's a good girl."
Purred with such smug satisfaction and just the right amount of rumble that Ororon felt her face flush immediately. Her ears twitched nervously as her hand stilled under the soft nose fumbling around on her palm, and her teeth clenched. Ifa was her friend, her bro, and it felt entirely inappropriate to experience such a fluster at his words… but she couldn't deny that she found him attractive either. He was nicely toned from years of handling animals bigger than the average human, had a warm, glowing tan from all his time spent outside, and a largely charming personality that soothed the animals and made working with others a breeze. It would probably be more surprising if Ororon found nothing attractive about him, she thought, trying to convince herself that there was nothing out of the ordinary about her reaction.
Then the mare jerked her leg away from Ifa, shuffling for a moment with pinned ears from his picking at the rock that had been stuck in her shoe, and he spoke again.
"Easy, girl. Easy now," he murmured, hand pressing to her flank as he waited for her to still.
Same smooth rumble, more comforting and soft this time, and still doing things to Ororon she hadn't considered possible. She didn’t have to look down to know there was a growing tent in her skirt now, but she could only hope that it wasn't as obvious as she felt it was. Slowly, carefully, she pulled her hands down, pretending to search for more butterscotch while she turned her messenger bag to the front. And Ifa was none the wiser, cooing at the mare until he was finally able to free the rock from her hoof. A while later, he finished up his inspection and stood up with a grunt, dusting his hands off on his jeans.
"Other than that little pebble, she looks pretty good to me, though Mutota's always taken good care of her, so that's no surprise," he said, smiling away, utterly oblivious to Ororon's spiraling embarrassment.
Ororon was too busy keeping her head dipped so the wide brim of her hat blocked her view of anything but the mare, all her attention on Cherry and away from Ifa, to notice the way the vet looked over at her, expression crumpling with a concerned confusion after a second. "You all good?"
"Huh??" Ororon practically yelped, nearly jumping out of her skin at the comment as her head snapped up to look at him. She tried to smile, hoping it covered her surprise. "What do you mean?"
"Mm, yeah, ya look a little flushed." Without warning, Ifa raised a hand to Ororon, pushing up her bangs and hat to press it against her forehead. Her throat went tight, body frozen stiff as he hummed in thought, frowning. "Yeah, let's get you inside, maybe this heat is getting to you."
Quickly clinging to the plausible excuse, Ororon nodded into his touch, smile going wonky. "Y-yeah, that's probably it."
Nodding back, Ifa hurried to gather the horse into her stable and clean up his tools before leading Ororon back into Mutota's house. The kitchen was pleasantly cool compared to outside, but Ifa wasted no time raiding the fridge for something to drink. He came to where Ororon had taken a seat with a pitcher of lemonade and a glass, pouring her cup and glancing over her to make sure she wasn't actually affected by the heat.
"Y'know, if it gets to be too much, you can tell me," he said, pushing the cup over with a reassuring nod. "Your granny would have my hide if you ended up getting heat stroke or a flare-up the very first time you tag along with me."
"No, I should be okay," she quickly said, waving a hand but still taking the glass. "I took my medication and I made sure to hydrate before and wore a hat and everything!"
"Still," Ifa winced, "promise me you'll take it easy, and let me know if you need anything, alright?"
The way Ifa leaned against the counter, biceps and the little peek of freckled chest from the undone buttons on full display, the little tilt of his head coupled with the concerned little quirk in his brow turned Ororon's stomach to a butterfly sanctuary. She couldn't do anything other than a short nod, quickly taking a drink and casting her gaze over the rest of the kitchen. Wow, what amazing decor, so… woody… and pastoral…
Pleased with Ororon's acceptance, Ifa went to get himself a glass, chatting away while Ororon barely scraped together the composure to keep up. Eventually, Ifa excused himself to wrap up his check-ups, urging Ororon to stay inside until they were okay to go. She made no attempt to refuse, all too eager to wave him out and turn to her sketchbook. His words repeated on a constant loop in her mind as she shamefully scribbled across the page, images of her and Ifa crude in more ways than one. Every creak in the house had her whipping around to find its source only for her to be totally alone until the anxiety of being caught finally made her flip a few pages over to work on something else, something that might take her mind off Ifa and settle her… problem, currently only hidden behind the hat that would eventually need to go back on her head.
Thankfully, by the time the vet had returned, she was back to working order, the whole ordeal shoved to the back of her mind and only stubbornly rearing its head when Ifa lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat dripping down his face. His freckles were even darker after so much time under the blazing sun, and with so much skin, and taut muscle, and the most enticing patch of a happy trail sticking out above his waistband, she felt her brain short-circuit for a moment.
"You ready to go, bro?"
Right. They were bros, and there was no reason Ororon should be feeling so nervous. "Yep! Let's head home, bro."
The drive back to their shared apartment was the same as any other time; easy conversation carried mostly by Ororon's rambling (which Ifa was kind enough to entertain), awful singing to songs they'd listened to a hundred times, and aimlessly pointing out things in the distance after a failed game of I Spy. Honestly, Ororon's dilemma had completely left her mind on the drive over, and it was sure to be relegated to a distant memory she could feel embarrassed about in the dead of night days or even weeks from now. And then Ifa decided to back into their parking spot, probably the tiniest one in the lot despite the size of his truck, squeezed right between a beam and the concrete wall. His hand reached back towards her neck, gripping the shoulder of her seat, and he leaned over, sitting up with his chest directly in line with her sight. How was she supposed to look anywhere else? He had undone a few more buttons for the ride so even more of his sun-kissed skin was exposed, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he skillfully spun the wheel to work his old pickup into the parking space, and the sweeping line of muscle down the side of his throat led directly into his cleavage, and the tip of his tongue was stuck out as he focused, and— She snapped her eyes forward, only to catch the sight of his jawline in the rear-view mirror, then ducked her head down to fuss with her bag until the truck finally came to a stop.
"There it is," Ifa drawled proudly, in that same voice that had been torturing Ororon since earlier in the day.
Yeah, no, she needed to be inside, A.S.A.P. Hopping out, she tried to slow herself down just enough that it didn't look like she was fleeing from a crime scene, even if it felt like she was, and waited patiently for Ifa to lock his truck like always. The sooner they got inside, the sooner she could lock herself in her room and pretend none of these thoughts had ran through her mind.
It was a grueling seven minutes from the parking lot to the inside of their apartment, Ifa taking his sweet time fiddling with the keys and whistling the last song that had been playing, but somehow Ororon made it, rushing to her room with the excuse of changing out of her clothes. She hadn't really heard what Ifa said, something that sounded like agreement, she thinks, but it didn't really matter. The minute she closed the door behind her, her skirt was hiked up and underwear pulled down and away from her, the wet spot of precum feeling far too much as she tried to will away the erection that had sprung up at Ifa's voice, that prideful little comment. Her hips weakly grinded into nothing as shame flooded her face with a bright blush. She shouldn't be reacting like this, not to Ifa. They'd been friends for so long, how could she possibly throw all that away? But her body wasn't going to listen to her anytime soon, even her sensitive chest feeling overwhelmed by even the slightest movement of fabric. With no other solutions that she was ready to accept, she stripped out of her clothes and grabbed her towel, bringing along a change of clothes to cover the noticeable bulge. It was time for a very, very cold shower.
She opened the door, peeking her head out to make sure the coast was clear, and locked eyes with a very, very naked Ifa. Well— not totally naked, he had a towel wrapped low around his hips, a once perfectly normal thing between the two of them that now served to keep Ororon frozen in place.
"Sorry, I guess I just kinda assumed you weren't gonna get in yet, since you were holed up in there for a good while," Ifa said sheepishly, hand retreating from the doorknob. "Did… did you wanna get in first, bro?"
Ororon tried to keep her eyes from roaming when it would so incredibly obvious. She swallowed thickly. "No, you go ahead. I can wait."
"Alright," Ifa said hesitantly, waiting a second as if she would change her mind before going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
The lock turned, and Ororon shot back into her room, closing the door and tossing her clothes and towel aside as she scrambled to the bed. Friendship be damned, bros or not, there was no denying the effect Ifa was beginning to have on her. Shoving a pillow between her thighs, she humped against it with pathetic desperation, barely even allowing herself the stuttered gasps that fell from her as she replayed Ifa's words in her mind.
"There's a good girl," he had said; "easy, girl," he had cooed; "there it is," he had praised, and all in the stupid sexy voice, with those useless fucking buttons undone and pretty freckled skin glistening with sweat. How delicious those words would sound in Ororon's ear, said to her, for her. "His girl". A shuddering moan ripped from her, clipped short and muffled as she clapped a hand to her mouth and shoved her face into the blankets, hips thrusting with wanton abandon as she imagined his calloused hands roaming over her body, his green eyes appreciating every inch beneath him. She didn't know when she started calling his name, but she heard the exact second everything came to a screeching standstill.
"Ororon?"
There was none of that smooth rumble, none of that soothing lowness, or cocky grit to Ifa's voice, just a choked awkwardness, and even that couldn't completely stop Ororon's hips from rocking into her pillow, her depraved body dead-set on its own relief and completely ignorant of Ororon's mortification at seeing her roommate, dripping wet and in the doorway.
"W-wait," she started, wiping at the drool that had made its way down her chin in her haze, "It's not what you think! I-I just— This is— I…"
She couldn't think of an excuse, not in such a short amount of time with her head swimming with a storm of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The only thing it seemed she was capable of at the moment was bursting into tears, and they silently rolled her cheeks in fat droplets as reality sunk in. Their friendship was destroyed, and it was all her fault.
"Hey," Ifa said, drawing out the sound like he was comforting a startled horse, taking a few steps forward and stopping short like he was afraid to get any closer. "Woah, woah, woah, it's okay, bro."
Immediately, her face crumpled up in a frown as the tears flowed even more freely. "I don't wanna be your 'bro'," she wailed, falling to the bed and curling in on herself and her shame as her whole body was wracked with sobs.
"I'm sorry, br- baby. Hey, Ororon, I'm sorry," Ifa said in a panic, finally closing the gap between them to place a hand on the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing circles into her vagus nerve. "Was it something I did? I didn't mean to walk in on you, uh, like this. I thought you were calling for me."
Her hand shot out to weakly thump against his damp chest, her crying far from over. "Ifa, you dummy," she groaned between sobs.
A hand covered hers, holding it to his chest as his voice, that awful, friendship-ruining voice, dropped to a low, calming sound. "Yeah, I'm a dummy, so can you tell me what I did so that I don't do it again?"
"That! That voice," she cried, head finally jerking up from the blankets to properly level a glare at him. "That stupid, sexy voice you keep using! You were calling Cherry a good girl, and talking all nice to the animals, and even when you parked, you used it again, and how am I supposed to be normal when you're so- so- fucking hot?"
Ifa's face was decidedly not the picture of shameful remorse Ororon felt it ought to be, blank with surprise and a faint red tint over his cheeks, probably sunburn— she hopes it's sunburn, so he could feel a fraction of the pain he'd put her through. His thumb had stopped rubbing soothing circles, and the other hand that was holding hers to his chest squeezed slightly around her fingers, a rapid pulse beneath her touch as he licked his lips and swallowed.
"Is that what this is about? You just wanted to be called a good girl?"
The words on their own would've been enough to have Ororon replacing her sorrows with anger and tossing Ifa out her room with a few choice words of her own, but the tone… Low and rumbling and seductive like it had been all day, and the way he dragged out the last two, "good girl"… Ororon's brow furrowed in confusion, her tears stopping instantly at the sudden change, and suddenly her hand was being dragged down his chest, his abs, dropping lower to a bulge—
To a bulge?
He gave a tentative squeeze to the back of her neck, catching her gaze again and leaning in just the tiniest bit. "What did I say? You let me know if you need anything. All my girl had to do was ask, and I would've been more than happy to do it."
A shiver ran through Ororon at those precious words, exactly what she had been craving to hear and too good to be true. Her jaw tensed, fingers curling into the blankets as she spoke. "Ifa, I'm not a kid. You're just messing with me, aren't you?"
It was Ifa's turn to furrow his brow, a disgruntled frown taking over his face. "You think I'm just playing?"
He pushed into Ororon's space, guiding her back half-turned on her side as he crawled onto the bed, and she went easily, making no attempt to fight him, a part of her desperately wanting to believe this wasn't some trick to salvage their friendship. As if to prove his resolve, he pulled the towel from his hips and smoothed his hand down her leg, squeezing just above her knee as he pressed against her, his own erection, thick and dripping, slipping against the back of her thigh.
"This feel like I'm playing?"
The look in his eyes said more than enough on its own but Ororon's mind was reeling trying to catch up. Her mouth was practically watering at the feeling of him against her and a bone-deep heat pooled low in her belly.
""… No…"
"Exactly," Ifa huffed, expression going soft as he cupped her jaw. "You know I try to take good care of you. So tell me, how can I make it up to you, sweetness?"
It's stupid how easily that pulled a whine from Ororon, all her of her anxiety melting into pure desire as she nuzzled into his touch. Even if crying had killed her hard-on a few minutes ago, she could feel it rising to half-mast against her thigh. Suddenly, she was intensely aware of every part of her body, on full display for Ifa, especially the sticky and sweat-slick bits.
"I stink, though," she mumbled, shying away from his careful, calloused hand.
A silent laugh shook through Ifa as his head dropped down, wet hair dragging cold lines across her chest and pebbling her nipples. When he finally raised his head again, it was to press a kiss to Ororon's pulse point.
"That don't matter, extra seasoning is all it is," he mumbled against her skin as he dragged a trail of kisses down her neck.
Lower and lower, Ifa's lips left buzzing warmth in their wake until they pressed to the space between her breasts and were promptly replaced with hot, wet stripe that sent a shiver through her as he licked the sweat from her chest and turned his sweet attentions to a stiffened nipple. As if things couldn't get more embarrassing, Ororon could feel him rocking against her thigh, dragging the head of his cock over her skin and nudging the base her own every time he almost slipped between her legs. It was like he was barely holding onto the restraint to not fully thrust against her.
"That's so gross," she groaned into her hands, hoping the feeling of how hot she found this didn't make it to her warbling voice.
Ifa hummed absentmindedly against her skin, still too focused on covering her in kisses and licks. "Nothing gross about my baby girl. I love it all, her sweat,—" a kiss— "her silly tantrums,—" a lick— "her adorable ears,—" another kiss, pressed to the tip of her ear— "and most especially, her pretty smile,—" a kiss, but only after he had gently pulled a hand from her face to place it at the corner of her lips— "so c'mon, gimme a smile, pretty girl."
A small part of Ororon wanted to be petty, drag this out and leave Ifa frustrated like he had done to her. She really wanted to hold out on him, but with that lopsided smirk Ifa gave her as his hand slid up and down her side, and the way his eyes urged her, she was never going to win. With a defeated breath of laughter, she let a small smile slip.
"Attagirl," Ifa purred, far too pleased with himself. "Now what should we do about this?"
Coarse heat covered Ororon's cock as Ifa palmed her, and she sucked in a trembling gasp. His eyes still locked onto hers, his hips still rolled against her, and she followed suit, rocking her hips into his touch and whining his name.
"Hm? What? Something I do?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
She had already suffered enough and he was going to torture her even more? Ororon crumpled her face into sulking pout and wrapped her fingers around Ifa's wrist in a plead for more than this littlest bit of touching.
"Stop teasing and touch me already. Properly."
The cocky grin slipped right off Ifa's face, a look positively drowning in lust taking over and his hand immediately wrapping around her length. "There's a good girl. Don't gotta tell me twice."
Ororon barely even managed to get out a single moan once his hand started moving, her mouth quickly covered with his as he kissed her. She could only let the sounds he pulled from her out through her nose and muffled between sloppy kisses as she tried to keep up. She wasn't exactly versed, well or otherwise, in the art of kissing and the best she could do in the moment was mimicking his little licks and sucks, slowly picking up on it as their lips and tongues moved together.
In any case, if she was bad at it, Ifa wasn't going to say anything, attention already being torn between listening to every little sound Ororon made and watching every twitch and jolt sent through her as he worked her cock with steady strokes in time with his own thrusts. The moment she started to thrust into his hand, Ifa pulled away, melting into the bed behind her and drawing a needy whine from Ororon until he started panting out praise between stray kisses peppered all over her neck and back. How pretty she was all flush like this, the things her sexy sounds were doing to him, what a good girl she was being, none of it was off the table, and it all left her mind in a blissful haze as she gave in to pleasure. She tried reciprocating, giving praise of her own, arching into him, rubbing a hand over his arm and thigh when he was busy complimenting her. Then she reached out to touch his leaking cock and all his pretty words came to a shuddering halt, a throaty groan leaving him instead as his head bowed into her shoulder, hot breath fanning over her skin.
Oh, that was nice. She gave an experimental twist, something she knew worked wonders on her, and his hips jerked violently up into her touch, a debauched, broken "yes" ripping from Ifa and encouraging Ororon to do it again and again, slowly bringing him to a halt as much as he fought against it to keep touching her. Before long, the only thing coming from Ifa were rumbling moans as he fucked himself against her palm, the hand that had been working her cock coming to grip her hip as if it was the only thing keeping him from releasing right then and there. It probably was.
Without warning or preamble, Ifa took hold of Ororon's wrist, careful to keep his hold just firm enough to stop her before he rolled to prop himself up over her, back to where they started but with a much heavier air as their panting breaths mingled and the desperation in their eyes fed into the other. After a moment of what seemed like consideration, Ifa turned his eyes away from Ororon's, looking at the way her thigh gave under his rough touch as he squeezed and rubbed at the muscles.
Through gulping breaths, he sat back on his heels and asked, "how do you usually play with yourself, pretty girl?"
"Hm?" Ororon, still halfway caught in her dreamlike haze, tore her eyes away from admiring the way the light caught on the sweat beading his freckled skin, creating the prettiest constellations she'd ever seen.
His hand dragged up the back of her thigh, cupping her ass and pulling her cheeks apart, heady gaze zeroing in on the way her hole fluttered at the sensation. "You touch just the front or have you tried inserting anything?" he reiterated with a hungry gulp.
"Um," Ororon thought aloud, trying to let her brain catch up after so much delicious stimulus, "I've fingered myself a few times, and I only manage two fingers before I'm done, but usually just the front."
She barely got the thought out before Ifa sucked in a breath, his cock twitching against his thigh at the mere mention of Ororon fingering herself. "Oh, you're gonna have to show me that next time,—" now that was a delightful thought, a 'next time'— "I'm way too close to just watch this go around. You gonna be okay if I just fuck your thighs, baby girl?"
Ororon's head bobbed with an eager nod. "Yeah," she breathed, quickly tacking on fluttering doe eyes and the sweetest "please" she could manage.
With a quickness she'd rarely seen him move with, Ifa turned Ororon onto her back, scooping up her legs and getting them half-way hoisted up to his shoulder before he paused with a deliberating look. He had paused so long, she was beginning to panic, thinking he was having second thoughts after all this, and when he set her legs down to slip from the bed, cold dread sunk through her core, only for him to grab a bottle of lotion from her dresser and come back squirting a healthy dollop into his palm.
He made sure to warm it up before slathering himself and her thighs in it, then picked her legs back up as if he hadn't interrupted them and nearly sent Ororon spiraling again. "Tell me if it hurts or you need a break."
Ororon made a noncommittal noise of acknowledgment, bratty and upset about his inconsiderate lapse in judgment when he was so talkative a minute ago. If he wanted to do it so badly, he should just do it; she knew she wanted to hurry up and get to it already.
Ifa narrowed his eyes, grip on her legs tightening ever so slightly. "Uh-uh," he said firmly. "Use your words. Say it for me: 'I'll tell you…'"
Commanding Ifa was not something Ororon had thought would make her stomach swoop so low with ecstasy, and he definitely saw the way she twitched from just his words, but it seemed like she was learning a lot of things she liked about him today. Quickly taking up where his voice began to trail off, she repeated, "I'll tell you if it hurts or I need a break."
"That's my good fucking girl," he said lowly, immediately bringing her legs to his shoulders and slipping himself between her thighs.
Maybe it was the way he was being rough and manhandling her like she wasn't the same size as him, or maybe it was the force behind his thrusts slapping against the backs of her thighs, or the way he was essentially hugging her thighs to his chest, and it definitely was in some part from the grunting pants he was letting out with every snap of his hips, but this was so much better than she was expecting. Every thrust grinded his cock against hers, and she had to admit the lotion wasn't such a bad idea because the glide lent itself to a feeling more intense than anything she ever achieved with just her hand. It was almost too overwhelming, every slip forcing whining moans from Ororon until she could only cover her face to try and keep them in, embarrassed by how strange and foreign they sounded from her own mouth.
She didn't fully register the feeling of Ifa's hand leaving her thigh, but the second his fingers pulled at her elbow trying to get her to uncover her face, she held her hands tighter to her face. This only made him lean into her, settling more weight into his already powerful thrusts— and god, the stretch— as he grabbed at her forearm and pulled her hand away from her face, pinning it to the bed.
"Look at me, baby, let me see you," he all but begged, voice rasping and eyes swimming with pleasure. "Let me hear you."
There was no way she could possibly refuse, embarrassment or no, not with the way he sounded, those eyes, with him like that. Trying to reach out for something to ground herself to, Ororon's free hand fumbled from the cast aside pillow to the blankets to Ifa's thigh, and if she thought she was barely managing to maintain eye contact, it was like Ifa lasted all of five seconds before he gave up entirely. His eyes screwed shut, cheek resting against her calf as he gave into euphoria and fucked her thighs, growling pants giving way to breathy, keening whines and hushed "oh fuck"s. All the buzzing heat and tension building in her lower belly seemed to double with his shift, that delightful haze returning with it. Fuck, she had to touch herself, she was just so close.
Her hand left his thigh, and she'd just started to tease the head of her cock when Ifa stopped, far too long for Ororon's liking but just long enough to separate her legs and wrap them around his waist as he readjusted his hold on her, tangling their fingers together on the bed and helping to wrap her grip around both of them. He rocked into their strokes, the feeling of his cock rubbing against hers even more intense with their hands holding them together. His eyes had cracked ever so slightly, barely keeping them open enough to watch Ororon's head fall back to the mattress as a sobbing moan ripped through her. Taking advantage of her exposed throat, his lips fell over her neck and chest and jaw and lips, everywhere he could reach, tasting every portion he was allowed and swallowing her moans with kiss after heated kiss. She, of course, met him at every inch, just as needy and wanting, especially when his little nips at her lower lip turned to love bites at her collar and shoulder, the feeling of his teeth pressing into her skin just enough to leave marks sending little shocks of ecstasy through Ororon. All it took is one little upward twist, and her vision went white, her whole body shivering as all the tension rushed out of her in a tidal wave of pleasure. Each rope of cum that splattered over her stomach was joined by little gasps as Ifa continued to work their cocks together, chasing after her until he too was painting her pale skin in white. Even when he'd finally released her, cock twitching with dizzying aftershocks, he watched with a dazed grin as she softened against her hip. If he stared any harder, she'd start to think he was going to eat her up, find a way to finish what he started no matter how perfectly overstimulated he made Ororon. She didn't think she'd mind if he did.
Their panted breaths filled the quiet room as they took each other in, basking in the afterglow of it all. Just as the embarrassment started to creep back in, turning Ororon's blush an even deeper red, Ifa descended upon her, taking her lips in slow, sloppy kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, scraping her blunt nails against his scalp and drawing a low groan from him as they tasted each other with breathless moans. If this was a dream, Ororon could only hope that it lasted as long as possible, and that she wouldn't forget it when she woke up.
As if to remind her that this was indeed reality, Ifa pulled away with a sigh, half-lidded eyes following the line of spit that still connected them until it broke and his brow furrowed. "I didn't push ya too hard, right? The stress ain't causin' a flare, is it? 'Cause you're extra red right now, sweetness."
"Well," Ororon breathed between gulps of air, trying to get the words out without laughing, "you kinda just jerked me off and then fucked my thighs, so I think I have a plenty good reason to be red."
Her resolve cracked as soon as Ifa's did, a gentle smile breaking over his face as his forehead pressed to hers.
"Alright, fair," he laughed, before trying to switch to a more serious tone, "but you—"
"I'll tell you if I'm not feeling good," she interrupted with a tired nod.
His laugh shook through her as he lowered himself onto her, not fully resting his weight on top of her but just enough for her to still be comfortable as he kissed at her throat and collarbone. "Good, good. But just to be on the safe side, I'm carrying you to the bathroom when you're ready."
Ororon's hand swept slow arcs over his back, feeling him, the weight of him, his heat and sweat— and gods, the sweat. "Mm, 'm ready now," she hummed, the gross feeling really starting to set in now.
"'Course, princess," Ifa rumbled, placing one last kiss at the crook of her neck before rolling off her.
It was almost unbelievable how easily he scooped her up off the bed, arms beneath her knees and back as he walked around the ed to find their forgotten towels, but then again, he did work with massive animals day in and day out.
"Hey, Ifa," Ororon said quietly as her mind slowly emerged from its pleasant haze.
"Yes, pretty girl?" From this angle, his jawline seemed even sharper, the lines of the muscles on his throat even deeper, Ifa himself, even handsomer.
"I know things are probably gonna be different from now but… we can still call each other 'bro', right?"
A deep, hearty laugh reverberated through Ifa and into Ororon, his Adam's apple bobbing in a little too tempting way. "If that's what you want, then yeah, bro, of course. But I wouldn't mind 'boyfriend', 'baby' or 'lover' too much either."
For the first time today since Cherry, Ororon beamed at the sound of the word. They could still be bros, even if it looked a little different now. "Awesome," she mumbled nuzzling into his shoulder as they stepped into the bathroom. "In that case, you're off to a pretty good start with 'princess' and 'sweetness', lover."