Intimidating Nature
BOOM!
Outside, thunder crackled with an intense spectacle of light and sound, tracing shadows of hideous creatures on the walls, playful rain and wind toying with the trees and grass. The blissful sounds of April had been trailing into the open window for some time, a premonition of the storm. A new addition to the fantasy of the night, the lightening rumbled the world, creating havoc of the skies. The thunderous rolls of nature's drums had ceased for brief intervals, intervals long enough to rub off on an individual as soothing, calming, relaxing-
BOOM!
"AHH!" He rolled out of bed with a gasp of a scream, having been rudely awakened by the belligerent weather. The room was dark, silhouetted with luminous shadows moving in the dark from the street lights shining through the leaves of trees. With grace, they flowed like a gentle stream around his room. Covers from the disarranged bed entangled his body, resting snugly amid his naked waist.
He... Nailo. Nailo... the name of a gentle beast... his name a midsummer's breeze. His face was sharp, rounded only below his chin and side of his soft cheeks. Yellow fur was the main pigment this very trim, well figured body emitted, but darkened nonetheless by the tyrannical night's shadows. Patches of a fine brown lined his chest, complimenting the yellow. His hair was of a much more tan color, a blend of his body fur, and his eyes, capable of emotion all their own, were a faded orange.
He arose from the comfort of his mattress in intense freight, supporting his torso with his arms behind him. His legs squirmed a minute amount as well, twisting the tangled bed sheets around his legs. The pillow which had supported his head had flung to the ground with a silent "plop" and again, save for the rustling leaves and pattering rain, all was silent.
Instinctually, his eyes scanned the room vigorously, detaching every miniscule detail from everything else to become more intimately familiar with his surroundings. Satisfied nothing was present, he lowered his head as a method of nodding to himself. The room had gotten colder than before, his fur standing on its ends with goose bumps from his intense shivering. The torn state of his bed gave him no protection from the flood of cold that the winds had generously offered.
He turned toward the small red light of the alarm clock atop his dresser, and picked it up to hold it closer to his still fatigued eyes, reading the time as three fourteen. The morning was far from near. The ruckus of the storm was a natural alarm clock, though, and sleep also seemed to distance itself away from him. He was awake, undeniably anymore.
Without shyness, he arose from his mangled bed, uncovering the fineness of his body. Approaching the window next to his bed, he forced the glass and steel down to not only halt the winds, but mute nature's tantrum. Replacing his pillow back to its previous position on the bed, he stretched himself out onto his bed to better loosen his stiff joints. He grabbed the sheets below him intentionally entangled himself in their warm grasp. To ease his pained neck, he turned the pillow logway with his body, relaxing more of himself on it. His hands hugged tightly around the pillow, and he nuzzled himself along it, closing his eyes. The moment was calm, quiet, and comfortable to him, nearly passionate.
KNOCK-KNOCK!
To spoil the moment, the door outside his bedroom clattered without reluctance. This startled him almost as much as the thunder had, initially. More fear laid not in the noise, but instead in who would be at his door at the hour it was. Covering his body with the sheets, he got up to answer the calls of his door. Somehow, he felt that he knew who would be waiting on the other side. "Hello?" Nailo asked, precariously.
"It's Seiko." The body on the other side replied.
"Oh, alright. Hold on." He began to unlock the door and turn the knob, but halted in his actions with curiosity as to why he would be coming to his home so early in the first place. Again, he thought he might know. "Hi." He said calmly as a new figure stepped in. This person, Seiko, was not unlike Nailo himself. Difference roamed in that Seiko was of a pale blue color, and his eyes appeared to be an assortment of multiple colors, tantalizing and soft. He was dressed in a soaked pair of jeans with a hatch mark pattern, and windbreaker of similar condition.
"I hope I'm not bugging you or anything coming here so early. Did I wake you?" He asked, genuine guiltiness in his voice.
"No, no, not at all. The storm woke me up." It when at this statement that Seiko had finally realized his nudity though covered well with bed sheets. This realization was met with a curt glance, that Seiko also had an ashamed expression for having done planted on his face. "Don't worry about it. I always sleep like this. So how are you? Why so early?" Nailo asked earnestly.
"Well, I don't know really. I just wanted to see you I guess." His voice trailed off quietly, a slur of innocence on the last few words. "I slept in a little bit earlier today, and I couldn't get back to sleep." He began to wipe his bare feet off on the mat before him, attempting also to dry off his drenched clothes. Nailo had generously offered a towel from the bathroom next to the door.
"I know how you feel. The storm woke me up." He began to stare in deep thought at Seiko, kneeling before him. "I don't mind it though. Little storms like this seem so calm and tranquil to me. Maybe I'm just weird, but that's how I feel."
"You aren't weird. I'm the same way. It's nice to hear the patter of the rain outside. It's just not too much fun to try and walk through!" This last remark earned a stable laugh to lighten the emotional moods temporarily. Upon dying down, the joke left a smile on both of their faces. "Honestly, the storm woke me up too. I've been awake for awhile, now." Finished with drying himself up, he replaced the towel and faced Nailo again. They both shared a confused image on their face, confused on what to do next, but each had the same idea batting at their heads. "So... um..." His hum had trailed on until an abrupt halt by Nailo.
"Shh. Just listen." The request was odd, but harmless enough. The noise of banging drums from their incessant voices had muted their ears. Gradually, though, the beautiful sounds of rain gathering on the rooftop of the house spread within. The sound was soothing to the soul, a relaxing measure beaten deep into them through passionate thunder. With precision timing the unfocused gazes of each of them had melted into a similar pattern, staring innocently, lovingly, at each other.
The both of them began to trek toward Nailo's bedroom, a labeled destination with decisive objectives for them both. Breaking the silence with the voice of prettily ringing bells, Seiko commented, "It's beautiful. The rain." His longing eyes deterred for mere seconds from Nailo, and absorbed the sight out of the window. The glistening shine of raindrops reflected off of the walls, provided they receive light from the ever constant rays of the street lights, creating a water pattern of shadows on the walls. "Nailo... I have to ask you some-"
"Shh." Again, Nailo interrupted his speech. The rude interruption wasn't without good intent though. In a graceful and soft motion, Nailo stepped forward, tenderly grazing his hands through Seiko's hair, and finally tilting his head to share with him a deep, fervent kiss. "It's okay... I understand." This was a reference to the obvious intentions Seiko had for coming to the house in the first place. Pure and emotional longing for his partner. Nailo's voice dispatched its casual tone, and was replaced with a deep, heartfelt pitch; at volume so properly tuned it could be construed as none other than words of love.
Seiko, though startled in the beginning by this expression of acknowledgement, discarded the shield protecting his lusts. He, in reply, knelt his head down lower, resting it slowly and carefully upon Nailo's shoulder, placing one arm around his waist and the other upon the back of his head, feeling through his hair. The lightening outside had begun to illuminate the room once more, startling Seiko, but Nailo forever comforting his lover. They could but stand there and share the moment together.
The intents of the unearthly visit were now fully out in the open, and greeted with understanding. Seiko cautiously pulled back, and rested his hands upon the shoulders of the figure before him. The sheets covering his body, the sole articles to provide him with dignity, were slowly slid off of the soft, silky fur it had once lain upon. Nailo, now completely naked, closed his eyes, fighting back without success the rush of red to his face from the weak embarrassment that was now his sheet. Seiko attempted to keep himself stable and calm, so overwhelmed with the fear and stress of deterring his lover's attention from him. Nailo had noticed this anxiety right away, fairly used to finding he had a tendency to be overly cautious. To shun this fear from shelter in his mind, he grasped his hand softly and applied it to his chest, pressing in the fur with his hand.
Seiko had nodded in realization he could be open now. Open with his thoughts, open with his feelings, open with his actions. It was okay. This was love, and love shall hold no grudges.
With a passionate intent, he had begun to rub against the grain of Nailo's fur around his back, pull them both closer together. Nailo, eager to allow his partner the erotic emotions streaming through him already, slid his hands underneath of the wind breaker Seiko had been wearing, lifting it up inch by inch. Their bodies began to meet even before the shameful jacket had been fully removed, pressed in tightly together, refusing to pull away, their magnetic attraction all too great. Finally, after a brief struggle to part their faces from one another, all of Seiko's bare fur was uncovered, lustful in its own manner.
There were no cares for them in the world. Each other was all they needed anymore. The intents of that wonderful morning were soon to be played out in full intensity. Seiko, eager to pleasure in service of his love, had once again pulled apart from Nailo, but not without a grand struggle to but part by inches. He reversed the side of his mate, having his back face him, and pulled him close again with almost hasty motion. One hand lay upon Nailo's breast, holding on tightly, his head again rested on his shoulders. The other had the more daring mission. His remaining hand grooved along the delicate curves of his lover's belly, slowly but surely sliding downward to feel his member. The beautifully rounded flesh was hard in his hands, already erect from their previous excitement. It felt smooth, such as the silkiness of his fur, but no fur was present on it. With a tender motion, he began to graze his hand along its lower surface, moving its loosened sheath as well.
Nailo had lost most of his composure, overwhelmed in completion by this unprecedented passion. Having lost most of his balance, he started to tumble backward, but Seiko was careful not to let him fall, using his own body to prop him up. With vibrance, his head flew back and his eyes closed, an erotic moan emitting from his lustful lips. The feeling had sent a small chill throughout his entire body, focusing all of his senses acutely on one thing, the feeling itself. Wishing to not one side the entire escapade, Nailo forced his arms behind him, and found a hold on his mate's pants. He, in turn, unlocked the button and zipper, and unsheathed him totally, allowing the useless clothes to plop onto the floor at their ankles. He could easily feel Seiko's equally hardened member sliding somewhat between his cheeks.
At this new gesture, Seiko had begun to slow down with his massaging grip, removing the placement of his hand. He again reversed the position that Nailo, regaining his composure, had been facing to where it had before. Yet again, their bodies touched, private sectors of them each mainly pressed up onto them, and their faces approached slowly. Their eyes met with a glowing intensity that blended the color of their irises, and they fell into each other's arms, holding onto a long, movie-like kiss that would be a benchmark to last them an eternity. With their lips still open and attached, Seiko had lifted the body of his lover and crawled onto the bed beside them. Lying upon Nailo now, he carefully pulled away from the handsome face that called his name. He sat upon his knees, and propped his back up straight, uncovering their tangled flesh, and pressing his hands up the fur on his chestnut colored chest. Bliss had enraveled them in its warm arms for the moment.
Yet again, their eyes met, searching for acceptance of the to follow. Neither stare had objected in any way to this ultimate sacrifice. A sacrifice that could either strengthen or wreak havoc upon their love. Either way, both of them were willing to take the chance.
In the first action of acknowledgement, Seiko arched himself overtop Nailo's entire body, who in turn rolled over on the bed, leaving the state of the remaining sheets in ruin. He himself propped his lower abdomen higher up in assistance, to relive Seiko of some of the intense stress he knew was building inside. Seiko, with lack of any further knowledge on what he should do, naïve to this type of commitment, guided his unsheathed member between the cheeks of Nailo's hind side. Before inserting himself fully into him, he rested his head upon his lover's neck, afraid of continuing any further. Once satisfied that this expression of love was of a great good, the moment collapsed into a single second. Slowly, yet with force, Seiko sacrificed his treasured virginity. Sacrificed the single gift he once held so dearly. And he was overwhelmed with ecstasy.
Sliding within Nailo, Seiko had developed the warmest of feelings he had ever received by God's graceful mercy. In such mighty sin, he felt the greatest of love, warm water pouring over his body from all ends, massaging him from within. Though it was with much difficulty he forced himself into his mate, an unexpected connection that could link galaxies developed between them both.
Nailo, though feeling the same extreme sensation between them, also carried within him a swell pity that he hadn't been experiencing the erotic, sexual feelings for the first time. Regret was an overbearing father that wouldn't let him forget the mistakes of his past, but this was real. This was not a temporary love that was doomed to crash on the rocks, but instead a pure love, originating in Heaven itself.
This initial moment, this lifelong goal accomplished when so young, had lasted but mere seconds, but the warmth of that tender, bittersweet moment was now burned into their memory, possibly never to be felt the same way again, but making no difference at all. They were positive now of the one thing, the single thing that was the only truly essential part of their love. That they would have each other forever. On Heaven and Earth. Till death do they part.
The eternity that was a brief few seconds having died down, the morn had taken on the climax to send it into night. Seiko, pulling himself out for the first time, had found his member already wet with a blend of crimson and watery juices. Curiosity demanded he consider the fact he might be hurting his mate, an action he dared not to perform. Realizing that the motion of Nailo's head, a simple nodding gesture, it appeared obvious this was to be expected. There were many hardships to follow this forsaken lifestyle, but with love greater than the futile attempts of the walls of normality, hardships would never cause that mighty love to succumb.
With much more ease and careful motion, Seiko continued his love making, the fantasy of the moments before now blending perfectly with the reality they were forced to live up to. Before the first subtle movements had ended, the numbness of their senses had finally fled. The wonders of sex could be felt once again, along with the pain that was capable of making it feel so fulfilling. As Seiko prepared to load himself into Nailo once again, a sudden realization of the million and one thoughts running throughout his mind shouted out for absolute attention. Upon beginning his next press into his lover, his face transformed into a grimace of effort, a look of forceful anger. The fit of the small hole he was attempting to enter was beyond the recognition of words, tight being too much of an understatement. His moans grew louder with every insertion, torn between feelings of pain and the overpowering pleasure. The skin which formerly sheathed his member was violently torn back with every press, growing looser and more comfortable each time. The feeling inside his partner was nearly indescribable. Within the grounds defended by guardian flesh, a soft, smooth blanket enveloped his body. Filled with juices and the massage of thin membranes, the insides of Nailo were welcoming and warm. They coated over him and tickled his emotions. At the border of the journey, a grooved mass stood to block further access, and he had no choice but to remove himself, and again start on the wondrous journey. Every essence of this act committed itself to memory, and would forever fuel his love. This was more to him than he could comprehend in his thoughts. His soul was cleansed in this most unclean expression, forever closing the chapter on his search for love.
Nailo, though still agitated by the detestable actions of his past which had developed into his future regrets, shared every feeling Seiko could possibly have stampeding in his sweetest of minds. The feelings, however, developed a different tingle within his senses. Although Seiko may not have been as long as his previous accomplice, he was big. This incredible width burned at the surface of his body, melting his skin into little bubbles. The initial penetration was incredibly painful, and tight features bestowed upon his face. To him, it was all worth it. This was the final seal. The last testament to eternally spell out their passion. Relaxing after the first few presses into him, Nailo gradually felt numbness to his rear, but his internals were still capable of senses acute. The invader of his body was definitely wide, opening his flesh with a mighty force, but feeling incredibly comfortable and purposeful. Immediately warmed by his lover's body, the juices within Nailo were swooshed around furiously, feeling cold again when their new friend was absent. On the lower half of his body, the flesh grazed upon a very sensitive prostate gland, engulfing his entire body with tranquil pleasure. He was helpless to this new sensation, hardening him beyond capacity. Though the emotions of the moment diluted the feeling somewhat, most had traveled to an area in which emotion had little grounds. He himself was on the brink of an orgasm as the member within him continuously massaged its bulk. Depending on how far Seiko decided to travel into him, this feeling became short lived as pressure built in his stomach upon some unknown mass being pressed in his limits. This process continued in fierce repetition, his own moans becoming inaudible with the encompassing tranquility of that which was not in the least bit tranquil.
The minutes passed on crutches, crippled old men falling onto the ground clumsily, allowing the two lovers ample time to absorb all was happening. Seiko was incapable of with holding it any longer, the pressure bearing at the tip of him. He climaxed just in time as he fell into Nailo again, being sure to unload himself totally into him. The thick, creamy liquids mostly slid into him, cooling and soothing the searing burn now settling into his anus. Seiko continued to press for no more than two penetrations, and Nailo was privileged to climax as well, emptying out onto the sheets beneath him. Some of the cream trailed from out of him onto Seiko, and plenty settled into his fur when he lay down onto the wet bed sheets. Seiko upon Nailo, they rested together in the calm of their deed having been finally done. The rain outside incessantly pattered onto the siding, and thunder rumbled through their hearts. All was finally calm, lightening strikes continuing again after their well deserved rest during the passion o the past minutes. Seiko found Nailo's fur unusually like a cushion that morning, settling his head upon his neck and wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, able to feel the sticky wetness of his belly. Nailo could do no more than lie there, content, thoughts racing ferociously. Alone together, clothed in nudity, they fell into the land of nod. Their love was an eternity all in its own time frame. God had allowed them this subtle gift. Immortal till death, they had each other forever, and would never come apart.