{"sf1_id":821584,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Sleeping Together","author":"Ripper Equidae","words":1075,"posted_at":"2015-02-20T10:51:00.000Z","tags":["Equine","M/M","No-Yiff","Romance","Zebra"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/821584-sleeping-together","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/821584","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=821584\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"So this is just a small drabble I've had on my mind for a while. I'm not in a relationship but I felt that the boyfriend was necessary for me to use as an introduction to my ramblings. Any tags you might want me to add in feel free to comment them, don't forget to rate too, it might get me doing more stuff like this if it's any good...it was good to write it. Hope you enjoy.","content":"Here's an interesting thought for 3 in the\nmorning. Sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean 'sleeping together'. How\ndid that phrase even come about anyway?I sigh and wriggle a little under the\ncotton fabric of his duvet, topped with a zebra striped blanket...he thought it\nwas cute...so do I. I'm here, in my boyfriends bed just for a couple weeks until\nthe new academic year starts and I can move back into my halls and sure that\nmeans we're sleeping together (he has the limited space issue) but we haven't\nslept together in the sense that everyone uses. I've had people ask and sure\nthe first couple nights it was a bit difficult to cope with the uhh...excitement...but\nwe didn't do it. Why? Because I love him and love is an emotional thing, not a\nphysical. OK granted hormones and signalling molecules have a part to play but\nhow do we express physical love between couples? By inserting varying parts of\nanatomy (or replicas perhaps) in other parts of anatomy and mashing the hell\nout of each other, even if you take it slow it's still pretty painful for a gay\ncouple specially if one partner happens to be the larger of the pair. So how on\nTerra does that express feelings of affection?I look over at him snoozing away in there\nwith a dumb little smile on his muzzle...he looks so goofy, but I love that about\nhim. My big, silly goofball of flesh and fur. How the hell would slamming my\nbig ol' equine dick into his tight little butt express what my heart feels when\nI meet his eyes? It can't. All that huffing and puffing and grunting and\nmoaning that'd come with it, I don't understand...though the thought is\nattractive and my sheath agrees, swelling slightly like a hopeful little puppy\nbearing its eyes at me.\"Not today amigo.\" I mutter, but it doesn't\nlisten so I huff and decide to go grab a glass of cold water. I do sleep nude\nyes, it's more comfy and I learned the other week in reproduction lectures that\ninsulated heat of underwear can affect sperm quality. Not that it'd matter to\neither of us, but I just like being reassured. Sliding off the sheets I swivel\nout, plop my hooves onto the thin carpet of his room and stand up, heading for\nthe door. I pause and look back as he turns slightly, ear flicking as he 'mmmfs'.\nEven though he's asleep I swear he knows I've left. I can feel it and I'm\npretty sure he can too. He's got a small flat so I haven't got to go far to get\ninto the kitchen and open it up, grabbing my filtered water bottle dotted with\nthe fine layer of water that all refrigerated bottles seem to get. I lean on\nthe counter, pop the top and squeeze the bottle a little so the cool, crisp\nwater flows down my throat. It feels pretty good, it's really warm in this\nbuilding all the time. The bottle makes funny squelchy hissing noises as the\nair flows back in through the filter.I'm no longer sleeping with him...but then\nwas I to start with? I am awake at 03:11 AM as the cooker so politely reminds\nme so definitely not asleep, we didn't have sex but the room still has that\nmixed scent of the two of us almost as if we had been at it. I wonder what the\nneighbours would think. Smirking in the darkness I take another sip from the\nbottle and giggle, they'd probably enjoy hearing it. Fortunately the cool water\nhas distracted my homeostatic mechanisms enough to withdraw blood from my\nsheath, mission accomplished. Quietly I open up the fridge again and put the\nbottle back, standing thinking for a sec before my ears swivel at slight\npadding of footsteps behind me.\"So you are awake.\" I offer, looking back\nover my shoulder to be framed by the incandescent light of the fridge.\"Yeah...I heard you leave, thought I'd join\nyou, it's way too stuffy in here.\" He replies and slowly pads over, wrapping\nhimself onto me.\"Mind if I have some before you put it\nback?\" He asks, leaning his muzzle over my shoulder and peering into the fridge\nas if expecting to see Zuul in there. Normally I'd be almost OCD about sharing\nmy bottle, but it's not like I haven't ingested his saliva before and concluded\nit's safe.\"Sure, it's pretty cold so watch for brain\nfreeze, last thing you want is a headache.\"\"Already got one from looking at those\nstripes of yours.\"\"Bitch please I'm fabulous.\" We both giggle\nand I offer the bottle to him, listening to the gulps as it goes down into him\ntoo.\"What were you thinking about anyway? I\nknow you pause in the middle of stuff when something's on your mind.\" Ah, he\nknows me too well.\"Just us being together like this...do we\nclass it as sleeping together or what?\" I shuffle back and he moves with me,\nturning off to the side and I look over his nude silhouette in the dim light\nthat comes in from outside.\"I guess so, I'd prefer to term it resting\ntogether though since the general assumption is that we'd be fucking like\nrabbits if it was 'sleeping'. You don't regret not doing anything before you\nhead off tomorrow?\"\"Nah, how can I regret not doing something\nI have no experience of?\" Yes, I'm a zebra, an equine and I'm a virgin.\nAmazing, sorry to burst your stereotype bubble but I have self-control, I'm\nlocked down tighter than Windows Vista.\"Very true...coming back to bed then?\" He\nasks, leaning over and smooching my cheek which promptly flushes with blood in\nthe capillaries...but he won't see that.\"Yeah.\" Shutting the fridge we both wander\nback, him taking the lead. Sure I look his body over, but I'm not staring at\nhis ass all the time, the brain that forms him is in his upward head, not the\ndownward one. He climbs back in and I do the same, promptly spooning up to him\nwith a sigh of comfort. I'm warm but cool enough to sleep, hugging onto the\nmulticellular organism I love so dearly.\"You sure?\" He murmurs, ear flicking lazily\nat my muzzle as it takes me a couple minutes to realise he means the question\nhe posed before about 'us'. He's drifting off and I am too.\"I'm sure...and I wouldn't have it any other\nway.\""}