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Some days are harder than others to get through. Kimahri understood that. Sometimes all you have to do is walk a long distance, and look intimidating. Sometimes there were large monsters that needed to be fought back to protect who it was he was guarding. Today was a day that was more... emotionally straining. Coming too late to protect those that needed it. It was rare that the Ronso would socialize with his companions, choosing quiet, private contemplation in order to overcome his stressors. The town had a bath house, complete with individual saunas. Luckily, as a Ronso, few wanted to share a room with him. Be it a claim of a smell of wet dog, or being intimidated by his imposing form, it was one excuse after the other, that Kimahri had no reason to refute.

The bathhouse proprietor certainly had no reason to complain about the sack of gil placed upon his counter. The large hornless Ronso was clearly headed to the sauna and needed no questioning. A few hallways required navigating to get to a small wood-lined room. It didn't even seem to have been used in a while. It was a small, square room, twenty foot wall-to-wall wood paneling, with matching wood benches, centered around a basin. The walls were dry and the heating element in the center was empty. That was fine, he had some Bomb Shards himself, and didn't need to bother with buying some. Taking a deep breath, the door to the wooden room shut, and all the sounds of the outside world seemed to vanish.

Kimahri stripped himself down to nothing, placing all of his clothes into a small cubby under one of the benches. The Ronso stood at a good seven foot tall, head and shoulders. Dark, blue fur only barely covered toned muscles that covered him head to tail. His thick white hair draped over his shoulders as his yellow eyes would look down at the two items left in his hands: A towel, and a satchel. The latter would be dispensed with quickly, swinging the bag to slap against the stone basin with mild force, and then up turning it into the container, bright red glowing shards immediately beginning to give off their heat. It would take a little while to heat the room up, and in that time he'd walk to the far wall. One of the slats of wood was opened up, a small wooden bucket, and a faucet with a hand pump. It took a small amount of time to get the water flowing, but he had nothing but time to kill.

Heat began to draw at his back, as he would take the now-full bucket and close the panel, turning and sitting in front of the stone basin, feeling the warmth flowing over his body, reminding him of a desert wind. Relaxing and calming. The Ronso ladled water onto the pile of hot shards, the sound of sharp hissing immediately filling the room as white steam would billow upwards. What he didn't expect, however, was a figure standing on the other side of the basin, the sound of steam masking the door opening and shutting. Nanaki stood as naked as he was, naught but a towel around his hips. The branded, one eye'd feline was shorter than Kimahri, but taller than the average human, at about 6'6, red/orange fur, down to his tail tipped with a glowing ember. Less muscled, but significantly more Agile, Nanaki was an important member of the Ronso's group of bodyguards. Nanaki was the speed to Kimahri's Strength. They made a good team, and Kimahri trusted him with his life. But why was he here?

"I was beginning to wonder where it was you had ran off to." The lion-like male commented, folding his arms, his flaming tail lashing behind him.

"You know." The Ronso would state, eyes turning away from the green orb burrowing into his heart. "Kimahri prefers to relax alone. To think alone." Still, he could feel Nanaki staring down at him. The feline always had a way of piercing to the heart of the Ronso, but this felt... worse. Stronger? More precise.

"I know. And that is why I am here." Nanaki walked around the heating pit and sat directly next to the Ronso. Beside him as a friend, not cross from him as opposition. "You spend your time in private. You don't let others help you." The words struck like a hammer against stone. Kimahri opened his mouth to speak, but the orange furred feline continued. "You rely upon me to assist you in physical battles. Allow me to assist you in mental ones too. You do not need to be alone."

Thousands of words fluttered through Kimarhi's brain, the large blue feline trying to find some argument or counter argument to the words that pierced him like no blade ever could. He did trust Nanaki. And Nanaki understood the shame he went through. The brand XIII on his arms, the missing eye. Both of them had known hardships and both of them knew weakness. What the Ronso did next surprised not only Nanaki, but Kimahri too. He leaned. A simple gesture, but he leaned against the shorter feline, a gesture of surrender, somewhat. He acknowledged that Nanaki was correct. And that he had no rebuttal.

The response was an equally kind gesture, of the orange feline's arm gently wrapping around the Ronso's waist. "Allow someone else to take weight off of your shoulders, so you may be able to rest, sometimes." A blue arm came over nanaki's orange shoulders, and hugged him close. Such close contact may have been uncomfortable under the heat of the basin, but neither of them were unfamiliar with the warmth, and it was a chill compared to the warmth in both of their chests. Kimhari's head sagged low, closing his eyes to enjoy the embrace, a feeling he can not remember the last time he encountered. But in that brief moment a new sensation was experienced. His yellow eyes shot open as he felt Nanaki's lips press against his own. It was not bad. He enjoyed it. But, for a hornless to be graced with such affection was... shocking to him.

"You do so much for others, for me. Let me do something for you." The red feline would say with a genuine smile, one that brought a warmth to Kimahri's cheeks. The Ronso nodded slowly, watching the lion-like male shift from a sitting position, to a standing, only to then straddle the larger feline's blue lap. Kimahri could feel a pressure building between his legs, pressing up against the towel draped there, as the smaller male sat down upon it.

"Are you sure..?" Kimahri asked, an unusual angle that required him to look up at Nanaki, rather than down. But Nanaki just smiled and pressed his nose to the Ronso's. The orange fingers first pressed against the broad blue shoulders, squeezing into them, grinding small circles against tight muscles, and then trailed down, over his pecs, following the grooves of his muscles. Down further to his abs, claws cutting through the fur and gently scratching at the skin underneath, until they got to Nanaki's towel. His hands slipped around behind him, and undid the knot, pulling the towel free and leaving him to be naked, sitting upon an ever enlarging bulge belonging to Kimahri. Not that it would remain a bulge for long, as those fingers would slide behind him, giving it a firm grope, and pulling the Ronso's towel off as well.

Kimahri looked nervous, unsure... cute, according to the orange feline, but he wouldn't say that. Not out loud, at least. With a towel no longer restricting either of them, Kimahri's erection would easily be able to go to full mast, grinding its eight inches between the orange, furred cheeks of the lion-like male. Nanaki purred, his own six inches grinding against the soft, blue furred abs of Kimahri in return. The Ronso's blue hands reached up to grip at the twitching erection on his stomach, only to be intercepted by an orange hand grabbing his wrists, redirecting them to the matching orange ass. "No. I'm taking care of you first. It's okay to be taken care of on occasion. It isn't selfish."

With both blue hands clasped firmly upon his cheeks, Nanaki lifted his body up, shivering as that warm member dragged itself along the cleft of his ass, halting once he could feel the head of the twitching shaft pressing against himself. In truth, the orange-furred feline had been planning on this. Hopeful, even. He'd even... prepared himself back there, so that now, as he lowered his hips on to the wide shaft, he would face little discomfort or resistance on the way down. Little, but still some, as the shaft was a bit larger than he anticipated Kimahri to be. Still, though! It was not a displeasing feeling, stretched upon the shaft, slowly taking inch by inch, until he sat fully upon that lap once again. And Kimahri's face was just as pleasing to stare at.

Nanaki was certainly tight. Tighter than the Ronso had expected, but that only made it feel even better. Deep within Nanaki, Kimahri could feel the heartbeat of the feline, and a deep, pleasing warmth... not that having his legs open and exposed to the hot shards wasn't nice as well, but it was a different kind of heat. His fingers flexed firmly on that soft, red-furred ass, as he would grip and slowly pull the feline up, and then let gravity slide him back down on the shaft. Nanaki moaned out in time with Kimahri, both certainly enjoying that feeling, the tight grip on that shaft, the thick member grinding against sensitive parts.

Both felines began to pick up a pace, with Kimahri's grip on Nanaki's rear keeping them both in time. The red furred felines fingers slipped around Kimahri's head, fingers intertwining with the silver hair, panting and moaning as he bounced upon the large Ronso rod, his own shaft grinding against the toned abs with every thrust. Thick, clear fluid drooled out of the tip, mixing with the moisture of exertion and sauna humidity. Neither of them wanted the other to slow down, the orange furred feline bouncing more and more of that member in and out of him, his own rod bouncing against the toned chest, moaning out lewdly with every motion.

"K-Kimahri... Nnnf... Is close.." The blue feline soon moaned out, gasping for breath in the sauna heat. The large hands finally let go of Nanaki's ass, shifting to hug them close together.

"Don't stop!" Nanaki gasped out, squeezing to the larger male under him. But judging from the firmness of the squeezing, Kimahri had no plans of stopping. A smile came to the red furred feline as he could feel the throbbing of the Ronso, the heavy beating of his heart in his chest. With one last firm slam down on Kimahri's lap, the Ronso tightened his hug, preventing him from rising back up. And then the warmth began to fill him. A different kind of warmth. A pressure in his stomach as Kimahri began to fill him with rope after thick rope of cum, the orgasm never seeming to end. To a degree, Nanaki almost hoped it didn't, enjoying the feeling of the Ronso holding him tight.

Neither of them knew how long it had been before Kimahri's grip loosened, completely spent within the smaller feline. Slowly Nanaki would lift himself into a proper sitting position, huffing and panting and looking down at the blue Ronso, still twitching inside of him. He opened his mouth to say something, but could only gasp out as he felt a hand around his own member, soaked with his own pre and their mutual sweat. Slowly the fingers stroked up and down the slickened shaft. "Kimahri first. Nanaki second."

He couldn't really find a flaw in the argument, clenching around the still-hard shaft in his rear, grinding against his insides, as the large hand gripped and squeezed and stroked. After a fucking like that, it really didn't take much for the orange furred feline. Both hands gripping tight onto the Ronso's shoulders for support, huffing and panting. "K-Kimahri, I-Hnng..." He couldn't even complete the statement, curling his toes and moaning out as his shaft started to spurt thick white ropes, contrasting hard with the dark blue fur it landed on. The thick fluid mostly clung to the fur, but some ran down the ridges of the muscles of the Ronso. Both spent and both exhausted, Nanaki leaned forward, and pressed his nose breathlessly to the Ronso. "Feel better?"

Kimahri paused for a long moment, letting his hands resume their position around the orange feline's torso, gentle but firm. "Yes. Perhaps... Kimahri should not spend his time alone. We should spend more time in the sauna together. In the future."

"What do you say we go purchase a bath... a private one... and get cleaned up?" Nanaki chuckled softly, and leaned into the Ronso one more time, slipping his arms behind his neck and hugging tight, bringing them closer for one last kiss.