Cartography (Unabridged)

Experiment

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It only took a second or two before he felt his pants tugged free, the warm air of his room rushing across his exposed crotch encouragingly as the stiff flesh sprung free and slapped against both their hands. It wasn't as difficult now to close his eyes. He let out a quiet grunt while his thick fingers pressed into the small of Samael's back, his other hand shifting away from his waist to allow his companion unfettered access. If he was gonna try this, he figured he should try it properly.

His breath caught in his throat at the first touch of Samael's fingers. He clenched his jaw in anticipation for the involuntary panic, but it remained at bay. He still felt relaxed. Well...most of him felt relaxed. And as Samael's pads slid gingerly around his girth, he let himself slowly exhale.

"Holy shit!"

North's eyes suddenly snapped open, concern and bewilderment fighting for dominance as he stared down at Samael. "Wh-what is it?"

Samael's eyes were locked onto his malehood, however, his jaw hanging open as what could only be described as a dumb giggle spilled from his gaping muzzle. "Holy shit," Samael repeated before slowly turning his head back to peer up at North, who still wasn't sure if he should be worried.

"Is...is there something wrong?" North asked nervously. "Did...did you find a lump or--"

"Yeah, a lump'a fuckin' treasure...yer fuckin' huge!"

North blanched and his own jaws worked stupidly for a moment. "I...I mean..." An actual flush raced across his cheeks and he huffed while making a big show of rolling his eyes. His body twitched when Samael's grip tightened and then moved upward along his turgid arousal. He inhaled quickly and dug his fingers into the sheets below them while mumbling in a decidedly sheepish tone: "You're just saying that -- how many times you been with York?"

The chuckle from Samael made North's chest rumble despite their size difference. "Oh, lawd, hon...you really ain't looked at no fellas before, huh?" North warily turned his eyes back down to the smaller chupa to see Samael studying his malehood with abject delight while his hand lazily reversed direction. "York's body might be 'bout yer size...but 'tween us girls, his equipment ain't quite so relatively-scaled. Don't get me wrong -- he's still ain't no small fry, 'n he makes up for it in other ways..." He grinned up at North and that mixture of embarrassment and arousal only burgeoned. "But you 'n yer minty-green pal down there are both some mighty-big fellas! Hot damn..."

"Oh, so I'm supposed to believe you've never seen a green dick before, either?" North huffed before his toes curled when Samael gave him another exploratory stroke. "H-holy...crap," he mumbled while digging his claws lightly into Samael's back. "A-a-anyway, I'm not gonna talk about my friend's dick while my other friend is handling mine..."

Samael chortled softly but North felt his nod against his side. "Jus' be proud, sweetie, all I'm sayin'. Yer lady-friend's blessed." He shifted some and North glanced down again to see Samael adjusting his position into a half-sprawl across the larger male's enormous torso. North bit his lip but didn't protest, finding Samael's particular warmth and weight surprisingly pleasant.

There still wasn't any sort of mindless hunger in Samael's voice -- the movements of his hand were still easy, even if there was an obvious bit of marveling being done. North still felt comfortable. He let himself smile cautiously while adjusting his hand to rest on Samael's admittedly ample rump. "Heh. Well...guess I can drop that tidbit if York ever gets too uppity about something..."

Samael giggled and looked back up over a shoulder with a wink. "Atta boy. Everyone needs a li'l humblin' sometimes..." He licked his lips and then brought his head back down to focus on his prize -- no. No that wasn't the right word.

North watched the way Samael gazed at his member and couldn't help but appreciate his friend's easy, smooth motions, the occasional glances back over his shoulder so he could bathe North in another tender smile. This felt intimate, the way that only a close friend could make you feel regardless of whether or not dicks were involved. Was it gay? Yeah. Yeah, probably. But North didn't feel threatened by it. He was still confident about who he was. And when Samael reached out and wrapped his other hand around his engorged malehood, he didn't have to belt out a mental reminder that he was straight, that he was just letting this gay little redneck help himself to his gay apparently-not-so-little treat.

He found himself instead enjoying it, his reservations melting into acceptance. Gay or straight didn't matter, not with the way Samael treated him. He wasn't providing constant reminders that he was a guy, or making comments about how he just knew North would be into this. Samael wasn't trying to prove anything. He was simply here with North. He wasn't Evelyn...but he wasn't just a whore, either, no matter how often the guy leaned into the term.

Samael was his friend and what they were sharing didn't need to mean anything more -- or less -- than that.

North's conscience was clear.

...Which left the rest of his senses free to suddenly realize how incredibly talented his short, stocky pal was.

Samael's fingers weren't slender by any means, but they were nimble, and small enough that North could feel each individual digit curling and squeezing softly along the length of his prodigious arousal. He pushed his head back into the mattress with a groan as the pleasure started to emanate outward from his loins, the memories of Eve entwining seamlessly with Samael's steady stroking. "Oh...oh god, that's nice," he mumbled, not quite intending to say it aloud...but no longer really caring, either. He didn't feel like he was going to be judged, no matter what happened. His fingers tightened into Samael's buttock as his tail flopped once against the mattress, a sharp, heated breath rushing from his jaws. Goddammit, but York hadn't been wrong -- their redneck pal was good at this.

An unintelligible murmur drifted up in response, assuaging and enticing him simultaneously. North's head tilted back further and he forced his other hand off the bed to settle atop his breast, feeling the excited thump of his own pulse beneath his palm. Now that he didn't have to concern himself with any kind of shame, he could truly let himself be lost in the moment. Valhalla above, was that divine. The recollections of times with his kind-hearted barmaid were vivid, while the fact he didn't have to do a damn thing with his own hands let his mind explore every emotion and sensation with that much more care.

Samael's weight was a unique pressure on his waist -- North had been with plenty of ladies all around the ring, their shapes and sizes as diverse as Sirca herself. But he couldn't recall any who had possessed Samael's, ah...dwarf-like proportions. North could have tucked him under one arm as easily as he could a duffel bag, but the little guy was thick. The musculature rippled over his entire body, small as it was, and it gave him a hefty presence that North didn't really mind. Kinda nice having a partner who provided such substantial company, someone North didn't have to double-check to see whether or not they were still there. Certainly made a world of difference keeping that loneliness at bay.

Neither of them were in a hurry as North kept his breathing measured while letting his tongue dance along the inside of his teeth. Samael's movements were just as composed, even if North could feel the tickle of his delighted exhalations across his sensitive flesh. They were drawing it out, but they were doing it together; there was no need to be frantic if Samael was so intent on giving him a complete experience.

And lord, did he seem intent.

North's eyes opened again as Samael started moving his hands together, still holding an easy pace but making the motions synchronized so the intimate dance of his pads along North's became a practiced duet. North smiled dreamily at his ceiling, gripping into his own chest fur a bit harder with each bump of Samael's fist against his swollen knot. Maybe the booze had set them up for this whole thing, but he wasn't regretting a damn ounce of it, now. He hadn't realized how much he'd needed it. Not just the raw act, but the intimacy. The reminder that he was part of Sirca, but that he wasn't planted desolately in that patch of damp soil. No matter where this life took him, he would always have folks to hold and be held by, to share in his growth and appreciate the warm sunlight together, to shelter him when he felt weathered standing too long above the rest. He could trust his friends to care for him in every sense of that term, whether it was celebrating his victories, nursing his wounds or -- one day -- giving his time on this ring purpose. Whether that lucky bullet found him surrounded by his companions or alone in the field, North would never feel forlorn.

It had always been about the people, after all.

A sudden pressure around his knot drew him out of the hazy comfort of his wandering thoughts, pulling him gently back to the sharper pleasure of reality. Not that it wasn't any more goddamn comfortable -- Samael's hands were strong, yet still delicate. His pads felt as rough as North's, but he handled his friend with the perfect mix of tenderness and vigor. Samael didn't seem shy about utilizing his masculinity to channel a peculiar but not-at-all unwelcome bliss, though he remained sensitive to North's needs. Even with one hand closing around the bulbous base of his arousal, even as the other stroked a bit faster, every motion was deliberate as if tailor-made for the enormous chupa. Samael just seemed to know what North wanted, what made him relaxed and what drove him wild. And all somehow without making North feel confused about who he was.

"Hnngh...o-oh, Sammy," he whispered, his hand all but engulfing his friend's hip as he felt the first dribble of his excitement run free. Samael responded with an encouraging rumble, the sound making North's abdomen vibrate with an alien sensation. He didn't mind, though. North clenched his teeth and tilted his head for a moment as the patter of fluid traced down from his steel-stiff tip and along the bottom of his shaft to coat Samael's fingers and make the movements of his upper hand that much smoother. "Oh my god," North murmured, giving a helpless buck of his hips as his toes curled into the rug that was now askew at the foot of his bed, thanks to the uncontrollable shuffle of his paws amid Samael's treatment.

"Yeah...that's it, buddy..." Samael's drawl was another strange addition to such a sexually-charged moment, but it never stopped being a soothing presence. North heard only the voice of a friend. "Take yer time, big man...ride this out with me."

There was no argument from North, only a shuddering moan as his hips thrust up lightly again into Samael's small but skilled hand. Samael emitted another delighted sound in response, his fingers massaging firmly into North's knot again and encouraging another thin spurt of his partner's growing ecstasy, the milky-white stream rolling along Samael's knuckles and making North's diamond-like malehood glisten eagerly. Samael treated him the way Eve did, not just seeking the reward of release, but wanting to savor every moment of the experience and make it truly a shared act of bliss. North felt no pressure to tend to his partner, because his partner was alive with pleasure already, drenched in the warm waters of their joined intimacy.

He groaned softly again when Samael slipped a finger down to rub steadily just below his knot, injecting a whole new strain of delight to the already-overwhelming combination of movements. "Sh-shit," he panted, the curse tasting unexpectedly sweet as his pleasure built higher and higher. "W-won't be able to take my time, you keep that up..."

Samael chuckled quietly while shifting his weight somewhat on North's torso, even as his hands continued to glide and squeeze steadily along the gleaming malehood. He could feel a hesitant twitch in his friend, though, and North took a deep breath before looking down over his body.

He hadn't been intentionally avoiding the sight of Samael tending to him, but some part of him had been a little nervous to watch, all the same. He was a little surprised there was only a quiet cry of confusion in the back of his mind when he gazed down to observe the stocky male working his hands diligently along his erection. The rest of him was fine with it -- hell, it was kind of hot, the way Samael moved with such confidence and gentility. But as soon as Samael felt North shifting, he glanced back over a shoulder...and North was a slave to the intensity of the blue eyes that met his own azure gaze. Christ, this kid could have half of the Holy Capitol under his spell if Nelson would just loosen his reins.

But it wasn't the Holy Capitol locked in Samael's eyes -- in fact, the rest of Sirca herself was only a distant memory as Samael embraced North tightly with his gaze and made him the only goddamn person that mattered in this moment. North's breath caught in his throat and he felt himself sitting up without a thought, forcing Samael to shift into a kneel at his side as it interrupted the tender sprawl across North's torso. He knew the inquiry posed in those emotional eyes, eyes laced with need but not just for the act in question...there was a real desire for closeness, for making this heated passion between them even more powerful. North wasn't Samael's soulmate, nor was Samael his...but that didn't mean they couldn't provide one another with something else, something that wasn't gonna last forever but goddammit, it would be something they could both still hold onto and nurse to stave off the unspoken ache lingering in both their hearts.

North licked his muzzle but pushed aside his nervousness. He still trusted his friend. A small but honest smile appeared past his soft panting. "York said you always wanted to give me a blowjob," he noted, amusement and permission alike twisting together in his words. Samael brightened and damn him, if North didn't still feel good giving the little bastard another delighted thrill.

Samael started to slide off the bed to kneel before him but North gripped his shoulder gently with a wink. "Naw. You're not a whore tonight, Sammy." North took an honest pleasure in feeling the flush of Samael's cheek against his arm, smiling and then scooting backward on the mattress to rest against the headboard. Samael moved like liquid with him, his eyes never leaving North's as the smile on his features threatened to break North's heart. God, part of him did wish York had reached out for something more those weeks ago -- North wasn't sure he knew anyone else on the ring who was good enough to be worthy of the soulful midget's tenderness.

As soon as North settled once more into the mattress, Samael descended on him with both relish and affection. A hand quickly wrapped around the base of his member once again as his head lowered with one more flick of his eyes up to North. North met the glance with a sheepish smile, his lower lip sliding between his teeth despite every effort to remain aloof. Certainly wasn't his first blowjob...though there were plenty of other firsts to take its place. Strange to think one of them didn't even have to do with Samael's gender; the closest friend he'd shared a bed with previously was Tex, though it was safe to say her expressions hadn't been quite so warm.

He shivered when Samael's hot breath washed over his slicked-up malehood which, to both their credit, still stood proud and unwavering. North wasn't really in the mood to contemplate why he still didn't feel weird, though, and he instead gathered all the tender emotions and held them close as he found himself with an inexorable need to watch Samael parting his jaws and then lowering his head. His friend deserved the same attention he was offering to North.

Every jock dreamed of being told they had a big dick -- in fact, that was hardly limited to meatheads like North and York. What man didn't love hearing those words uttered from a lover's maw? True or not, steeped in lust or spoken with the intent of flattering, they were cherished words. And North had heard it plenty over the years, though he'd always taken it in stride despite his immodest responses and grinning, cheeky acknowledgments to every woman who'd exclaimed the line. Internally, he'd always simply assumed it was due to the fact he was a big guy pushing nearly eight feet of thickly-muscled height.

...He'd never felt nervous about his size before now, though. His eyes widened slightly as Samael's muzzle met the tip of his arousal, realizing for the first time how ridiculously small his friend looked with that looming beneath him. He opened his mouth to perhaps issue a lame warning, to maybe let Samael know he didn't have to push himself, that he'd been plenty kind already and that North was perfectly content finishing things off with a--

Oh sweet lord above!

North gasped, shuddered and bucked his hips in a staggered series of motions when Samael's jaws closed around the first several inches of his length. He could see his companion's muzzle already stretched wide, but the sheer girth of the proposition was met only with a muffled whimper of delight from Samael. One of Samael's hands was still clenched securely around his pulsing knot while the other clutched tightly into the soft fur covering North's stomach. "H-hooooly...sh-shit, Sammy," he stammered, clinging into a pillow with one hand as the other rushed down to cup the back of his partner's skull.

His fingers all but engulfed Samael's head, but the gaze that was tipped up to him for a moment was full only of trust and compassion. North was there to give both, his delicate grip not forcing a single inch of movement as he merely supported the base of Samael's head and provided what little returned reassurance he could.

...Although at this point, North was pretty sure he was the one who needed it, considering how rapidly the pleasure was coming to a boil in his gut. He continued to stare speechlessly as Samael drew his head back a bit, leaving a trail of saliva that trickled steadily down the thick shaft, before he bobbed down gently and forced another couple of inches past his jaws and into his throat. North's toes curled painfully and he whispered a string of nonsense, Samael's name slipping out somewhere in the middle while the soft pastel sheets beneath him threatened to tear from his claws digging desperately into them.

He figured it was okay if they got shredded, though -- York loved buying him a new set every time he was given the opportunity. Really shoulda been obvious years ago the guy'd end up being bisexual.

His eyes fluttered shut, his senses far too overwhelmed for his mind to process it all while simultaneously drowning in the onslaught of ecstasy. It was already too much just feeling each agonizing inch of Samael's gradual descent. He heard the grunt of a choked gag, but the hand on his stomach was rubbing soothingly before he could even open an eye in concern. Christ but this was something else...and he was as ready as he could be, flinging every lock from the door to his inhibitions and biases as he continued to give himself up fully to the experience.

It was worth it when Samael pulled his head back up, gently squeezed around his knot, and then began to move his head rhythmically up and down. "Oh...oh my looooord," North whimpered, unfamiliar with the sound but owning it without shame as his fingers tightened around Samael's skull. His friend replied with a rumbling sound of bliss while maintaining a steady rhythm as each pass of his creaking jaws slipped a bit more of the towering arousal along his muzzle and deep into his throat.

North's heart pounded eagerly as his thoughts roamed freely to Evelyn, knowing somehow Samael wouldn't be offended. After all, she was another important person in North's life, the same way Samael and all their friends were -- people were still the reason North was doing what he did, and they'd continue to be why he did it to his dying breath. This would be another story he could tell her, and he figured she'd be tickled, proud in a different way that her big, beefy, manly Freelancer was finally being brave in new ways.

He smiled and spread his legs slightly as he began a gentle thrusting in time with Samael's smooth bobbing. He had little reservation after a moment as Samael moaned his quiet appreciation, then released his knot to instead grip tenderly into North's thigh. Samael's tongue swirled and cradled his member, treating it to an unnecessarily pleasurable massage that somehow took the talented oral ministrations to an even greater plane of ecstasy.

Both his hands clutched into North's muscular form, supporting the smaller male's accelerated motions while North breathed harder and kept the bounce of his waist evenly matched. Heat poured out from them both, fingers driving into fur, muscle and bone while unintelligible words of pleasure were muffled by flesh and lost to clenched jaws alike. This was more than just a blowjob, it was a goddamn outpouring of emotions both blunt and focused, the two friends effortlessly giving to and taking from one another with the unspoken agreement to make the very most of this serendipitous exchange.

North heard the excited jingle of Samael's tail and he couldn't help breaking into a grin as he pushed his head back into the pillows and arched his back a bit. Yeah, now he kind of got why the sound always make York twitch. That sound meant good times ahead for someone.

It was at long last his turn.

He was so blanketed by the ecstasy that the bump of a chin against his knot made his eyes pop open in shock, his hips losing rhythm for a thrust or two. Samael was bent over him, his own spine curved with his shameless delight, and was smoothly sending the full length of North's shaft into the depths of his throat with only the occasional gag or muffled cough. North's chest heaved at the sight, his tongue moving sluggishly across his lips while he dragged a thumb in slow appreciation across Samael's temple. His friend's eyes opened briefly to meet his own, the deep pools of blue rimmed with tears of exertion, yet radiating nothing short of genuine adulation for their intimate act.

Oh lord.

North's pulse quickened to a deafening rondo, both mesmerized and inspired by the determination in his friend's act. There was no holding back now. He gasped a curse and wrapped one enormous arm around a pillow to cling to it, pouring as much of his bubbling desire into the fierce embrace so that the hand on Samael's head remained tender in its grip. His hips thrust with a bit more force and he tried desperately to do little more than simply use his palm to keep his companion's skull steady as Samael smiled -- somehow -- around the steel-stiff bar of North's sizable malehood.

But Samael took the augmented passion into stride, letting his eyes drift shut again as he positioned himself over his partner's lap and let his muzzle work in blissful time with the faster movements of North's hips. The roiling ecstasy began to spill over the sides, testing North's limits with every hilt of his arousal. He grit his teeth, then let his maw part as embarrassment became unabashed pleasure, a long, warbling moan flowing from his jaws to cascade over the erotic duet of their masculine forms.

Each thrust grew sharper, slapping his knot again and again into Samael's snout with increased intensity. He could feel his excitement dribbling freely, mixing with Samael's saliva to coat his malehood in a sheen that flowed past the base of his member and into his crotch as he began to cry out with each shove upward. "Ooh...oh god, oh...shit, Sammy, I'm...I'm g-gonna..." He did his best to warn his friend, his fingers squeezing almost daintily around Samael's head as his tail spasmed uncontrollably and his paws planted firmly into the mattress to give his thrusts a bit more leverage...

...Before his eyes suddenly flew open when Samael pulled back almost enough for North's trembling erection to pop free, the smaller chupa gasping a deep breath of air and then throwing his head back down with a muffled grunt to -- oh christ!!

North felt his knot slam past Samael's teeth and he released a keening cry of delight that overrode every concerned emotion, both hands flying to grip Samael's head and muzzle as carefully as he could while his hips bucked wildly upward. His companion gave a muted but victorious moan, his tail standing straight up behind him as the inevitable orgasm burst free.

North was lost to the bliss, unable to yank himself out of his friend's maw and immediately curling forward with a trembling whimper of ecstasy as he pounded upward with short, tiny motions. The tip of his shaft was buried somewhere halfway down Samael's throat when the first rush of his climax shot forth with a momentum North could scarcely recall experiencing before. He shouted his friend's name and the sound made Samael quiver and dig his fingers even harder into North's thigh and stomach, his small but strong body thrumming with an impassioned delight.

He could feel Samael choking on the sheer rush of fluid, but his companion maintained that steely determination, swallowing around the buried malehood to take in as much of North's bliss as possible while the excess trickled back down past his taut muzzle to soak into North's fur. Whatever came from North's jaws no longer resembled real speech -- he was content to simply shout his nirvana while holding Samael's head with all the loving care he could muster so his jagged thrusts only somewhat made the smaller rebel's entire body twitch every time he plunged his hips upward.

Time was relative and by the time his eardrums popped with the tail-end of his orgasm surging forth, a minute might as well have been an hour. His gigantic fingers trembled uncontrollably around Samael's skull, using what minuscule sliver of clarity he had to help Samael gently pry his jaw wide enough for the engorged knot to pop free. North winced at the audible grind of his friend's jawbone, starting to stammer an apology through the haze of pleasure before rudely interrupted by the incredible sensation of Samael purring and closing his no-doubt-aching muzzle around the upper half of his still-stiff erection. "Nnnngh-h-h, g-goddammit, S-S-Sammy," he whispered as his chest heaved, sweat dripping off his hide and mixing with Samael's. He moved a hand away from his companion's head to rest behind him, all too aware that his trembling form was only a breath away from being knocked sprawling.

Every fiber of his body was alight with the aftermath, and it only grew warmer when Samael's eyes lifted to him again even as he slowly moved his head back and forth to coax the last of North's release into his muzzle. His tongue was a mystical force, twisting and twirling tenderly over the sensitive flesh in a way that should have made North flinch...yet instead only brought a flush to his cheeks as he breathed hard and stared wordlessly down at his friend.

Nearly another minute passed before Samael at last raised his head with a rumble, lapping up a bit more excess from his larger companion and then licking his own messy muzzle clean as he flopped shamelessly onto his back. "Hot...fuckin'...damn," he mumbled, one hand resting on his stomach as the other wiped at his maw. His eyes danced, yet contained little more than just a hint of teasing as he gazed up at North, who still felt he could do little more than stare back in wonder. "Yeah...yeah, yer li'l lady-friend gonna need to put a ribbon around you, ay-sap," he murmured with a crooked grin.

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