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The group of people that had arrived on the beach was far off when Digitalis and Arthur stepped out onto the sunny beach. Their vehicles were parked in a cluster away from Digitalis’s van, and that was just as well, in Digitalis’s opinion. He and Arthur gathered up their towels, and the group in the waves – a mixed group of renoige, humans, and hamans – didn’t even seem to notice them.
Digitalis unlocked the driver’s side door with the key from his swim trunk pocket, and folded back his large, bluejay-like wings to get in. He unlocked the passenger side with a button and Arthur climbed into the van, folding his wings in much the same way to get into his seat. Arthur’s clothes were soaked with piss; Digitalis had just “marked” him, a practice that was common among romantic partners on the world where Arthur had grown up.
Arthur was half a head taller than Digitalis and thin. He was an andyne with large black-feathered wings, long curly dark hair, a slightly olive skin tone punctuated with a spray of freckles across his face and shoulders, and bright blue-green eyes. Today there were dark half-circles under his eyes, his feathers were disheveled, and his normal warrior ponytail had been traded for a lazy braid, trailing a little over halfway down his back.
Digitalis himself was only half andyne – his father had been human – but he had a set of blunt-feathered wings the same color as a bluejay’s. He had a slightly paler blue hue to his short wavy hair, and wore a blue and white swim shirt with a matching pair of swim trunks. His pale skin was scorched pink around his scalp, the hems of his shirt collar and sleeves, and the edges of his shorts. Contrasting his new sunburns were his eyes; they were the color of amber, clear and pupilless. People normally found Digitalis’s eyes a little unsettling when they first met him, but Arthur, who was currently reaching into the glove box for his phone, had never seemed to be put off by them.
“Who ya gonna call?” asked Digitalis, turning the key in the ignition.
“Somebody with food,” said Arthur, smiling widely despite his soaked clothes – or more likely because of them. Digitalis shifted the van into drive and listened while Arthur placed their order. From the sound of the order, Digitalis could tell that Arthur which restaurant Arthur was ordering from. Arthur hung up as the van’s tires trundled onto the bumpy dirt road.
“And you said you’d get out of the car for it, Digit?”
“That’s the deal, Bear,” said Digitalis, glancing over at Arthur. Arthur’s stomach rumbled beneath his soaked clothes.
Digitalis hurried into the restaurant, a small Renoige place called “Dakine Cafe.” He was a regular, and the food Arthur had ordered was already on the counter, bagged with the words “ARTHUR/EXTRA SPICE” scrawled across kocaeli escort the front.
Arthur was still noticeably damp when they pulled up at Digitalis’s apartment building. Carrying the food, they skirted the building: it was the faculty apartments of a college campus, but it was the middle of the day in summer and the walkways and common areas were deserted. They slipped inside through an unlocked side door and hurried into the hallway. The elevator was within sight of the sign-in desk, but the person there, an Amphibious man with a shaved head, had his nose in a book and didn’t notice them.
The air conditioner in the building was on, and as the elevator ascended, Digitalis noticed that Arthur had goosebumps on his arms.
“Are you cold, Bear?” asked Digitalis.
Arthur nodded. “Yeah, a bit. I’ll be warmer once I get into some dry clothes…unless you need to pee again?”
“Here?” asked Digitalis.
“Only if you need to,” said Arthur, shrugging. There was a small but wicked smirk on his face. He pushed the “stop elevator” button on the control panel, and it halted halfway up the third floor.
Digitalis felt himself blushing: he knew that if the elevator was stopped for more than a minute, the security desk would be notified. He’d had a lot of water and juice boxes that morning though, and his bladder had been slowly refilling since he’d released it all over Arthur at the beach. Without hesitation, his free hand dropped to the waistband of his swim shorts and pulled them out of the way. He stepped closer to Arthur, holding the bag of food off to the side at arm’s length, and let go.
The sound of Digitalis’s stream whizzing into Arthur’s clothes echoed in the small, enclosed space. There was a slight ammonia smell from the last time he’d wet Arthur’s clothes.
“I didn’t think I had to go this much,” said Digitalis sheepishly. He looked down at his half-hard member and aimed the stream higher. The crotch of Arthur’s jeans was starting to bulge out again, and Digitalis felt a pleasant flutter in his stomach watching his piss trickle down over it. “We’ll need to press the button soon.”
“But you’re not done yet,” breathed Arthur, leaning in to kiss the side of Digitalis’s face.
“The guy at the desk will summon the elevator if it’s stuck for too long,” Digitalis whispered into Arthur’s ear. “And I’m almost done, I think.” He grunted, pushing on his bladder.
Arthur pushed the button again and the elevator lurched upward. It caused Digitalis’s piss stream to lower a little, so that he finished on the growing hardness straining against Arthur’s fly. He took a second to shake off the last drops as the door chimed their floor, pulled his shorts back up over his now-erect penis, and paused to kiss Arthur before they left the kocaeliescort.biz elevator.
The fourth-floor hallway was empty, but they hurried around the corner to the door of Digitalis’s apartment. Arthur went right to the bathroom while Digitalis dropped the food on the kitchen table. When he reached the bathroom the shower was on and Arthur was slowly stepping up to the toilet.
“You don’t have to pee again, do you?” asked Digitalis.
“I’m not over here to pee, no,” said Arthur. “I didn’t want to put my clothes on the rack.” He dropped his pants and turned around, unstrapping the lower back strap on his top. “I do still need to go a little, though.” Arthur dropped his shirt next to his pants. His swollen, uncircumcised cock pointed at a hard angle toward Digitalis, who took his hand and led him into the shower.
Digitalis kicked off his flip flops before sitting on the tiled shower floor. Arthur stepped gingerly over him, straddling his legs, and let go. He was mostly hard and the flow was slow at first, but quickly picked up speed and soaked into the top of Digitalis’s swim shirt. It trickled warmly down into his shorts through the thin material of his shirt. After a few seconds Digitalis reached up and started playing with him.
“This is making me a little horny,” purred Arthur, smirking.
“Really?” snorted Digitalis, gently pulling back on Arthur’s foreskin. “I couldn’t tell.”
“If you don’t mind it,” gasped Arthur while Digitalis stroked him. “I’d like some anal after this?”
“Are you sure you’ll last that long?” asked Digitalis.
Arthur nodded. It took him another few seconds to finish peeing, and when he did the front Digitalis’s swim clothes were soaked through. He held out one long, freckled arm and helped Digitalis to his feet.
“I’ll get the condom,” said Digitalis. “I want to undress first anyway. Should I put the clothes in the hamper, or is it custom to keep them out so we can…um…smell them?” Digitalis hesitated.
Arthur laughed and kissed Digitalis on the mouth. “Unless you particularly want to smell it, we should probably just wash everything once we’re done here. Neither of us has the sense of smell to really appreciate it.”
“Into the wash it is, then,” said Digitalis. He stepped out of the shower, pulled off his clothes and got a condom and a small bottle of lube from the cabinet behind the mirror. He dropped the wrapper into the waste bin next to the toilet on his way back into the shower.
Arthur bent over slightly against the shower wall, flattening his wings. Digitalis slid the condom on and grabbed Arthur’s hip, and felt his own wings twitching in anticipation.
“Ready, Bear?” asked Digitalis, using his fingers to lubricate Arthur.
“I was ready in the elevator, Digit,” panted Arthur. Digitalis entered him, slipping one hand around his front to grasp the throbbing erection there. Arthur stopped him with his hand. “If you do that I’ll explode in a few seconds…just keep going.”
Digitalis brought his hand back to steady Arthur’s other hip and started thrusting. It felt good – even better than it had at the beach. Arthur began to give small, low-pitched grunts as Digitalis fucked him.
“You really are ready,” breathed Digitalis. Arthur’s wings twitched, the black feathers shiny with water from the shower. Digitalis’s hips sped up – he couldn’t help it – and Arthur moaned. It echoed in the shower bay, and Digitalis could feel Arthur’s muscles twitching around him.
Arthur came suddenly with another low moan, masturbating himself while Digitalis’s thrusts quickened even more. Digitalis heard the spurts of thick white fluid slap onto the tile floor, just before he released himself. His fingernails dug into Arthur’s thighs, and he unloaded mid-thrust inside Arthur.
Digitalis slumped forward on Arthur’s back, pulling out slowly. They stood there panting for a few seconds until a new sound echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom: a high-pitched, reedy default ringtone.
“That’s your phone, Bear,” said Digitalis breathlessly. “Was it in your pocket in the elevator?”
Arthur stood up and let the water from the shower rinse the cum off, and took Digitalis’s condom after he deftly tied it off. “No, I had it in my hand. It’s on the counter.” He bent down slightly and kissed Digitalis on the mouth before stepping out of the shower.
“Hi, Milly,” said Arthur into the phone. Digitalis heard Arthur dropping the condom into the waste bin. “What’s up?”
The call was short, and Arthur returned to the shower bay quickly. “Milly said she and the girls are going to Dakine at six for dinner and asked if we wanted anything,” he informed Digitalis, pulling his braid over his shoulder.
“What did you say?” asked Digitalis. He’d been washing his hair under the showerhead and hadn’t heard most of Arthur’s side of the phone conversation.
“I asked them to bring back some chocolate pudding.”
“But you already ordered some,” said Digitalis, rinsing out his hair. He could already feel a slight burning sensation on his scalp, neck, and arms from the sunburn he’d gotten earlier. “There were two cups of it. I saw them in the bag when I picked up our food.”
Arthur fixed Digitalis with a very serious look. “I know. But we need more.”
“Can’t argue with that,” said Digitalis. Digitalis finished his shower first, and got their piss-soaked clothes into the laundry. By the time Arthur exited the bathroom, preening and straightening his black feathers, Digitalis had opened their food, gotten dishes out for them, and turned on Star Cops: Deep Space Fines for them to watch while they ate. They had several hours before Milly would be back with Hydrangea, and fell asleep on the couch after they finished eating.
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