Sun & Honeymoon

[masterballer]

[Alola. A beautiful, tropical paradise where you can lounge all day on a pristine beach with a drink as colorful as the flora that surround you.

Or, if you're Blue, spend a good chunk of time in your hotel room trying to get your extremely battle passionate husband to chill the fuck out for a few days of his life. While he certainly didn't mind lavishing attention on his stoic partner, after the 5th blowjob your mouth starts to get a little sore.]

-- mmn.

[Wet pop!]

Hey! You're not daydreaming, are you? I'm not just doing this for my health, y'know!

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[finallycamedown]

[ah. the glassy-eyed look Red must have on his face... he resumes carding his hands through Blue's hair, quickly murmuring something --]

S'good.

[-- in appreciation. because it is good, things are never less than perfect with Blue. but pull out just one time to confirm a pokemon sighting and your partner never lets you forget it. Blue's hair is so soft... does it still smell like the hotel's shampoo? something spicy-sweet, maybe coconut and vanilla. as his fingers comb through the strands, Red's heart stutters a bit at the blink-and-it's-gone reflection of light against the ring on his hand. a man's mouth is busy with being hot and wet around his dick, and the proof of their shared bond is what makes him suddenly groan and furrow his brow.]

[masterballer]

[It's so hard to stay angry with Red, and Arceus knows Blue has had plenty of opportunity to do so. But looking up at that face, always so serious, he feels a warm pleasantness wash over him. His rival. His friend. His husband. Is it possible for something to feel weird yet awesome at the same time? Memories of visits up to the frigid peak of Mt. Silver -- at first he was just there to challenge him. Later visits would become more friendly. Then, that time the other just up and kissed him out of nowhere.]

Heh. Don't get too chatty now. Wouldn't want the old folks next door know what we're doin'.

[He doesn't break eye contact with Red as he leans in again, gently placing his lips against the head and teasing. It always felt good to tease him one way or another. To try and put a crack in that stony facade.]

[finallycamedown]

[oh. that makes sense. he pulls his bottom lip back between his teeth, sucking on it lightly. even as Blue tongues that sensitive spot under the glans, the only sound that escapes from Red is the harsh breathing coming out through his nose. as always, sarcasm is lost on him.

the intent behind Blue's gaze makes his toes start to curl into the bed sheets. kudos to his husband: Red has very effectively been distracted/seduced/bullied into enjoying himself.]

[masterballer]

[God, it should be a crime to be so damn cute. Is it strange it turns him on? While others might be intimidated by Red, all Blue saw was the same dork he'd always known. Only older. And hotter. Really hot. Of course he, the great Blue, only deserved the best. It'd be a lie that he didn't feel a little cocky when he strode around in public with his husband, enjoying the looks they got together. Maybe being a little more overbearing with the PSA than he needed to be. Whatever, he always did everything big.

Speaking of big... he gave a few more licks before finally wrapping his actual lips around the head, taking things slow. He wanted his husband's undivided attention for as long as possible. He was greedy like that. The hand that was curled around the shaft gave a possessive little squeeze.]

[finallycamedown]

[well. Red wouldn't know if he were really the best possible partner for Blue. his husband is famous across the world, even outside of the league circuits; he couldn't have been lacking in attentive company while Red was Cloyster-ed away on a remote mountain top. Red dresses plainly and would rather stitch a torn seam for the twelfth time than brave a crowded shopping mall, but Blue is effortlessly modern. Red stumbles through social situations and makes his own mother cringe with his behavior. Blue can dazzle any audience, any demographic with his limitless charm.

in that light, Red's proposal could almost be taken as an act of self-preservation. the thought of losing what they have, the idea that he could possibly never again feel the heat of Blue's hand held tightly in his own... Red releases his lip and sighs.]

Good to me.

[masterballer]

[Talking around a dick in your mouth probably isn't the best sexual etiquette, but Blue was never one to hold back a thought. At the very least, he could tease the other with some vibrations while doing it.]

Well I'd hope so. This mouth's all yours, big guy.

[He'd never forget the day he realized Red had surpassed him in height. At first, he'd felt a bit childishly jealous, but that was soon swept away by more adult feelings of infatuation. As if Red didn't turn him on enough already, he had to go and get taller! And, he thought, as his hands slipped up to run fingers over his stomach and chest, he'd filled in nicely in other ways as well. Seeing him with a tan was going to be delicious.]

[finallycamedown]

[Red could so easily come from just his partner loosely pawing at his cock while whispering junior league statistics in his ear. Blue talking during sex is never going to be a problem and Red would rather trip into his own grave before letting Blue know the power he holds over this very well grown man's libido.

his breathing hitches as Blue's wandering hands pass over a nipple. Red's always thought -- maybe hoped, just a little -- that he would eventually grow out of such an embarrassing sensitivity; judging from the sudden stiff peaking, there's little hope of that ever happening.]