The Solution
The solution
(The character of Brooklyn is property of Disney and I used it bla bla bla. Noir is my own.)
The wind howls trough the window, fluttering the curtains with its stiff breeze. A low thunder rumbles in the background as a small flash of lightening lights up the old courtyard down below. Noir looks out the window with anticipation, then sighs and looks over at the small digital clock on the wall. 2:41 the small little clocks green display blinks over to 2:42 by the time he looks away. He looks back at his computer monitor at the string of data that seems to mock him. The long nights and hard hours are beginning to take their toll on noir. He stands and rubs his tired eyes, which have begun to turn red from shear use. He stretches his wings out as much as the room will allow, leaning back to allow several satisfying pops of his back and tail joints. He goes over to his kitchen and grabs a soda from the refrigerator, opens it and pours it into a small mug. He pulls open a few drawers in the tiny kitchen and curses at nothing in particular when he cannot locate a straw. He sneers his left lip and tilts his head back pouring the amber liquid into his beak. He jumps a little when some of the soda drips out the side of his mouth and down the front of his chest, soaking into the top and belt of his loincloth.
"Perfect" he mutters angrily.
"Perfect for me"... he turns around to see Brooklyn perched in the windowsill. He hops down and strolls across the room towards Noir. He smiles and sets the mug down on the counter
"haven't seen you home in a couple of days" he says.
"I've been taking care of some things with the clan. Goliath isn't liking my way of life".
Noir makes a mock pout face, "aww he doesn't like me, or does he think your spending too much time in the real world".
"Goliath just doesn't understand the way I feel about things. He grew up in a world that is much different then this one" he starts to stammer but composes himself "he is just too old to care anymore".
Noir furrows his brow ridges "but isn't he in love with that cop... umm ... what's her name... Elisa".
Brooklyn shrugs "I dunno, but" he reaches up to touch Noirs shoulder, his warm hand gently caressing his soft cool skin, "I do know he doesn't feel the same way we do".
Noir starts to grab a dishrag but Brooklyn grabs his arm and stops him. "No let me" Brooklyn says as he leans down. He begins to gently lap Noir's chest gently sucking and working his snakelike tongue over his now pert nipples. Noir rolls his head back and purrs loudly, reaching down to strokes Brooklyn's nipples. He rolls them between his thumb and forefingers, pinching them gently. This promotes a grunt and purr from Brooklyn.
"By the gods you know how to do it every time don't you" Noir says as his cock begins to gain in girth
"and I can get you just as easily" he smiles coyly. He puts his finger under brook's chin and gently pulls his head up to his own. They lock beaks gently slipping tongues about one another. Brooklyn's cock also begins to gain in girth. They pull apart breathing heavy, trailing saliva between their two beaks. Noir leans down and starts to work on Brooklyn's chest gently lapping between the muscles of his pecks.
Brooklyn shivers with anticipation.
"Gods I want you", Noir says, eyes closed head back.
"Then take me," Brooklyn says closing his eyes lying back onto the cold kitchen floor. Noir crouches next to him and slips his fingers into his belt, pulling it down exposing all his maleness. He leans over him and nuzzles his chest, slowly taking little nibbles slowly moving down. He gets to the base of his shaft and his tongue slowly snakes out of his beak and slips up the length of his member. He starts to purr with delight at tasting his lover's manhood. His purring sends small vibrations up Brooklyn's length causing him to buck his hips up almost deep-throating Noir.
"Ohh a little over-eager are we", he smiles evilly, "I have an idea".
He leans down and grabs Brooklyn's hand pulling him up off the floor. He pulls him over to the sofa in the living room. He shoves him down onto the sofa and stands, towering over Brooklyn. He hooks his thumbs into his belt and gently pushes his own measly coverings off; they land on the floor with an almost silent plop. Brooklyn leans over and gently takes Noir's nuts into his hand slowly stroking them between his fingers as he moves and expertly places Noir's cock into his beak. He gently begins to stroke the entire length of Noir's member with his tongue.
"Now you see this is not fair, either I please you or you please me." He leans his head over to the side, "I think we can fix this."
He leans over and puts his knees on the side of Brooklyn's head, leaving his member in his mouth. He straddles his head and leans down taking Brooklyn's member into his mouth. Brooklyn closes his eyes as he gets the idea. They both purr vibrating against each other's members, lost in a world of ecstasy, tasting each other's pre, tasting their sweat, each enjoying the essence of the other lover.
Brooklyn starts so quicken the pace, so Noir senses the challenge and follows suit trying his hardest not to giggle. The crimson gargoyle slowly works his hands up the back of the Midnight blue gargoyles legs. He slowly works his knuckles over Noir's tail-hole, after a few seconds, he pokes his index finger into the tight passageway, invoking a low grunting purr from his partner. Noir follows suit slowly working Brooklyn's tail hole with two fingers. Brooklyn shivers with delight and inserts a second finger into Noir.
Noir slowly reaches down with his tail and begins to once again fondle the crimson gargoyles pert nipples, and as if on queue Brooklyn follows suit. Brooklyn slowly begins to massage Noirs Prostate with his talons, being careful not to injure the inside of his lover with his sharp claws. He shivers with more delight as he finds that the midnight blue gargoyle starts to please him in the same way.
This has long turned into a game and they both realize what the other is trying to do, make the other cum first.
After several more minutes of this little game Noir is the first to loose his control. He pulls out of Brooklyn's beak and shoots 11 jets of his hot seed all over the lower males face, chest, and stomach. Brooklyn is in heaven as he starts to rub his mates seed all over his body, lapping the pools of sticky fluid off of his fingers. After only 30 seconds more he starts to feel his control fail. He quickly grabs a hold of Noir and rolls him to the position he was in and slowly strokes his own member, using Noirs seed as lubricant.
It doesn't take long to finish the job. 13 jets of hot spunk shoot all over Noir, coating his face, chest, stomach, and gentiles. Brooklyn smiles lovingly at his mate who in turn reaches up and pulls him down into a deep beak-lock.
They fall asleep lying on top of each other, the seed from the night acting as glue to hold them stuck fast to one another. They just start to doze off when the sun rises freezing them into their lovers embrace for the next 9 hours.