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Come in, Rommie

Shortly after he entered the dorm, Nick's attention was caught by the open door across the room.

With only four boarders only two of the rooms were occupied. Thus, it was not strange for the other two's doors to be ajar.

However, that specific door was that of his dorm mates' bedroom.

No one could be seen in the common area, and no sound could be heard from the bathroom. It looked like no one else was in. Yet that door was wide open, and Nick couldn't help but mind it.

He cared about their privacy similarly to his own, although that probably made him a nosy guy. But still following his judgment he walked forward.

He quickly arrived in front of their room. But when he took a glance inside, he discovered that someone was actually there. The avian one of his dorm mates was lying down on the bed, apparently asleep.

Knowing this, Nick quickly eased up.

Then he considered if he should still close the door, to let his dorm mate rest more in peace.

“… Hhm… Hey… Rommie."

But all his considerations stopped with the groggy voice of the avian.

“Ah! Sorry, I was just wondering if I should close the door."

“The door? Eh, yeah, it's all right."

“Okay, good night."

“But wait, wait, Rommie. Come."

“Yes?"

His hand already on the door knob, Nick halted and turned to look at the avian inquiringly.

“Come in, Rommie. Let's talk a bit."

“… Okay."

Puzzled, he took a step forward.

“Can you close the door?"

“… Okay."

Although it gave him a foreboding feeling, Nick followed that request and closed the door behind him. The room turned dimmer as the curtains were pulled.

The bed was close to the door, just a few steps away. Thus, he took no time to reach its side, where he stood a bit unsure. Down on the bed, the avian's face still looked somewhat drowsy, but not absentminded, as they stares meet.

“Very well, Rommie, how've you been?"

“Me? Well, fine, I guess."

It was an honestly unexpected question, baffling even, and he could only respond vaguely.

“You guess?"

“I'm doing fine. Honest."

“So you are doing fine?"

“Yes!"

“Well, that's okay. Why don't you take a seat, Rommie?"

“No, I'm good."

Honestly, the situation looked a bit suspicious to him so he wasn't in the mood to sit down.

“Okay. And tell me, Rommie, how do you get along with the others?"

It appeared that the reason for the conversation was this point; Nick got a gut feeling about it, although this gut feeling felt like his stomach suddenly caving in.

“We get along well, I believe."

He couldn't help that his response came out somewhat stiff, as he was trying to not lose his calm. It was hard to guess just how much the other knew and worse yet, his intentions.

“They aren't bullying you, right?"

“No!"

Nick couldn't help but refute a bit strongly that question. Although he didn't interact that much with his dorm mates because they interests didn't match, Nick considered that they were the friendliest dorm mates he'd had until now.

“Then that's good. We didn't want you to feel like you are forced to do something with us."

“… Do something?"

“Yeah, you know…"

His mind drew a blank, as he tried to catch up with the avian's meaning.

“Well, the truth is, Rommie, that we found out that you were gay. And we… well, we got curious. So we thought that you might want to fool around a bit. But we agreed that we wouldn't force you into anything, otherwise the one who bullied you would get beaten up by the other two."

“Oh… Seriously?"

“Seriously."

“Hoh…"

A silence, a respite followed.

Now Nick understood the situation more clearly, albeit it was a rather incredible one which left him speechless.

“Sooo, Rommie! Do you think that we could…"

The sentence was left hanging, but he understood the meaning completely.

“… Y-Yeahh… I do not mind."

Still, he waited for a moment in case that the other might change his mind. But when that did not happen he moved his eyes, giving himself the opportunity to observe the other's broad physique, his eyes eventually falling on the crotch area. Scenarios and plays appeared in his mind, but feeling the other's stare he was feeling bashful.

“Go ahead, Rommie. This time we'll do whatever you want."

He even got the clearance, but he still didn't move.

“Oh, are you feeling embarrassed, Rommie? Okay, don't worry, I know what to do."

The avian grabbed the pillow from below his head to then put it over his face to cover his eyes.

“Is this okay, Rommie? You tell me if you're not comfortable, or if you don't want to do anything at all."

Nick didn't respond. He stared at the avian, finding this one a bit silly, but mostly feeling quite nervous himself. The consent of “do whatever you want" was quite weighty, yet really arousing.

A moment had to silently pass before Nick resolved himself to not let the opportunity go.

He lifted his hand and slowly reached for the lying avian. He didn't really had an idea of what he wanted to do so his hand reached for what was the closest, which was the other's stomach. First the middle fingertip, then the other two, his palm settled down with a gentle crouch.

The texture of the sleeveless shirt was nondescript, simple cotton fabric. But as he put more weight on his touch he met with firmness beneath. He pressed a bit more, and was thrilled to discover how firm it really was. Hard was an apt synonym.

Nick's lips tightened crookedly as he tried to calm down. He groped with his fingers lightly, like trying to confirm that the avian's abdomen was indeed that hard, then he rubbed it a bit in circles, because it felt the logical thing to do. But he must have tickled him, because a restrained giggle came from the guy on the bed, and he could see a small smile on the other's beak. This brought a more natural smile to Nick's face as well, his nervousness dropping.

Next, he moved his hand downwards on the avian's body.

From his previous movements, the shirt had become a bit disheveled, which had revealed some of the light colored stomach, really attracting. The tips of his fingers sunk in the feathery coat and this one caressed his skin softly, addictively. Still a bit playful he scratched that belly, and successful he coaxed a few other giggles from his dorm mate. The mood quickly eased.

Then, he slid his hand up. Sneaking it below the shirt he dragged his fingers and ruffled the tiny feathers, going up and down with the firm muscles. The avian had always had the better defined physique of the three.

With his eyes fixed on the other's body, Nick only heard it when a quiet moan sounded out. Reaching the chest he caressed the right pectoral, tracing the bottom outline, feeling the change in elevation between the muscles. Then he enveloped the bulging pec with his palm, and couldn't resist giving it a gentle squeeze.

A breathy sigh escaped the other's beak, which Nick could feel vividly under his touch, the taunt muscle swelling. He could also feel a hard nub poking his palm, and giving up to his curiosity he flexed his thumb and pressed on it. Rubbed it. Toyed it. And the nipple only appeared to become harder.

The body on the bed shifted and he took that as a cue to try another thing. He moved his hand back down, while he twisted his wrist so that his fingers pointed downwards, until the waistband from the green shorts stopped him. A finger carefully dipped below that band, and another, and breached the tight space. It slowly slid in, guiding the other fingers. Nick nervousness resurfaced but the idea to stop did not cross his mind. His hand continued to enter those shorts.

Inside, it was warm, and the small feathers felt different, kind of moist. The avian shifted again, and one leg was dragged up a bit while the hips rose the slightest, but this was still perceived by him.

Encouraged, he delved deeper. His palm spread with the idea of giving the avian's privates a grope, yet Nick's hand only touched a flat, if soft, surface.

There was no dick or sheath, or anything that resembled it. The human was left in honest confusion.

Under some perplexity he continued to explore the area. He combed through the avian's coat, his fingertips getting lost between the warm feathers. The big guy on the bed was getting fidgety, which meant that he was doing fine, but Nick no longer had idea of what to do next.

It was then that one of his fingers got stuck as it sunk slightly in a fold of skin. This fold was noticeably warmer, almost hot, and although it was only the tip of his finger, it also felt moist.

Only now did Nick remember his biology classes.

The human felt a little dumb at that but tried to shrug it off. He turned his head to look at the avian's face, which continued to be under the pillow and gave no clues save for a slightly more labored breathing. It appeared things were really up to him.

He decided to probe, and slowly dipped his finger inside that aperture.

Walls of soft muscle immediately hugged him, warmed him, slickened him, made his heartbeat accelerate and his chest hurt. His eyes didn't look away from the other's face but he was acutely aware of his finger delving deeper, 'till the joint, 'till brushing the knuckle, 'till he bumped against something hard.

As he saw no protests, he ventured another finger.

It went in easily, contrary to the tightness that could be felt. A forceful breath came out from the avian's beak, followed by another one, and then a soft gasp. Nick wriggled his fingers and in response the other shifted as if shuddering. He rubbed that hard rod inside with the ends of his fingers; it was smooth, a bit curved, and slender, as far as he could touch.

When those hips began to rock to meet his hand Nick began to abandon subtlety.

He tried to encircle the avian's cock as best as he could. He held it between his digits, and rubbed it in sync with his thrusts. He twisted his fingers rudely and beat the avian's insides. At the same time his other hand dove under the orange shirt. He began to rub his chest again, more brazenly, and even pinched a nipple in an impulse.

His dorm mate still did not say anything; or rather, only brief moans came from the avian, together with deeper breaths. But when he inserted a third finger his beak opened wide and let out an audible gasp. Nick could see his feathery fingers grip the pillow, while his hand was jolted backward by a rather strong buck.

The climax felt near and all hesitation was thrown away. He drilled into that cloaca with force, that dick trapped between his fingers and being twisted recklessly. The bulge that his hand made in those green shorts was shaking obscenely.

Then Nick felt the temperature inside suddenly go up. A liquid which was hot to the touch spread in the space, coating the walls, leaving his fingers a gooey mess. Quickly, he stopped fingering, and instead massaged the inner muscles in circles, just because it seemed the correct thing to do.

Eventually, he reduced the intensity of his movements until it was only a gentle caress.

Silence followed, a moment which both used to collect themselves a bit.

“… Rommie… ehm, wow."

“…"

Nick was unsure if that was praise but he felt embarrassed nevertheless.

“But Rommie, did you… you know."

“I'm… Well…"

“If you're not done, just tell me, Rommie. We are still doing whatever you want."

“… Whatever I want?"

“Whatever you want."

Although those word were definitely boastful, Nick believed to have a grasp of how far those words actually went. However, what they entailed, it was just perfect for him. He was still excited, and his ass throbbed uncomfortably, almost urgently.

But first, he had to find a way to take his fingers out that was not awkward.