The portal leads to a park that has been very obviously neglected. "My building's about a block away," Garret mutters, digging through his pockets for a cigarette. He needs one, just now. "You mind smoke?"
Warm and sweaty and starting to drip, just a little, just around his temples. "Hn. Ah. All right," he gasps after a minute, adjusting his grip on Cyric's back. "S-slow, please?" Normally he'd kick himself in the nuts rather than hear that begging tone in his voice but this is a special case.
He leans his head up to lick that sweat off his temples, smoothing back his hair. He hums at the taste, nodding a little. "Slow." Almost everything in his body screams otherwise, but he (strangely) doesn't want to hurt Garret. "Hrng... dig into my back... mmmmuch as you need to." He moves his hips slowly, back and forth.
The welts won't be there for long, any pain from it pushed to the back of his mind, and he slips his hand around Garret's cock, rolling his thumb over the head.
Garret's voice gets louder pitched, back arching as he thrusts up into his hand, cock pulsing. He squirms underneath Cyric, grunting a little and then managing to wrap his legs around the man's body, chest heaving for air.
Cyric pumps him, grunting and growling quietly as he works on giving Garret a slow, thorough fucking. He eventually puts his mouth over the other man's, less to keep him quiet and more to feel and taste those noises.
Garret thinks Cyric tastes like sex so he'll kisses harder, and also because it feels so good and he wants to hold onto him tighter and before he knows it he's shooting off, breaking away from Cyric's mouth to cry out. Only not really a cry, it's more of a strangled sort of scream.
Cyric pulls out before he comes with a sharp, almost animal, growl, closing his eyes to hide the flash of yellow-gold light in them, the spines on his clawed hand jerking. Screaming... screaming makes him curious.
He rolls off of him and sits up, planting his bare feet on the floor. He's half-tempted to ask what's disgusting, but he's starting to come back to his right mind (his regeneration trying to fight off the pollen like it would a disease or poison) and has a strong desire to clean himself off.
"Get some sleep," he murmurs, brushing the fingers of his actual hand through Garret's hair for a moment.
"Sure." He wraps his hand around Cyric's wrist and starts pulling. Help him up, he has been freshly violated and in pain. "...you know what a shower is right?" he asks, remembering Cyric's other world.
He puts an arm under Garret's and starts lifting him with surprising ease. He could probably put him in a fireman's carry but he thinks Garret would object. "Yes, just they're probably not like your showers."
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"...that's disgusting," he says faintly, eyes drifting shut.
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"Get some sleep," he murmurs, brushing the fingers of his actual hand through Garret's hair for a moment.
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Being human, Garret's still being affected by the pollen. A good wash should get it out of his hair though.
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He nods, looking back at him. He hair falls in front of his eyes a little. "Where I was heading, yes," he answers. "Coming with?"
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"Lemme get in first," he mumbles. "I'll get it on. Turn it on. Get it working."
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He nods in compliance. "Okay. I appreciate it." He doesn't understand new-fangled technology like elevators or indoor plumbing.
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