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Parrots paint-chipped nails tapped anxiously at the counter, his eyes focused on the empty space in front of his register. He was mildly zoned out, having covered a Tuesday shift for one of his closer friends and coworkers — Jumper. Tuesdays were always slower — which gave him time to sit and overthink everything he’d ever done in the entirety of his life.
That was, until a figure appeared in front of his register. He only seemed to realize when a soft and familiar voice sounded out his name, almost awkwardly — as if a bit shaken by Parrots ghost-like stance in the quiet café.
It was his best-friend — Wifies — which slightly satiated his nerves about dealing with another unfamiliar middle-aged mother ordering the most challenging to make drinks for her children.
“You were a bit out of it there for a second. Feeling okay today?” Wifies would gently speak, reaching over the counter to pull Parrots unoccupied hand into his own, squeezing it comfortingly. That made Parrot swallow nervously. He was so touchy. Normally Parrot didn’t care — that’s just how Wifies was. But today, for some reason, his stomach seemed to drop at the touch.
“Just slow today. I’ve been zoning out and thinking too hard about minor issues in my life.” He blandly replied, still not fully in tune with his surroundings yet. He was genuinely considering making Derapchu take his shift — he didn’t know if he was in the headspace to finish it today. He just wanted to sleep.
“I get it. Why not get off early? You cover their shifts every single time — you literally hold this place together to stop it from crumbling. I think you deserve to have your own day off.” Wifies encouraged — his larger hand slowly letting go of Parrots after sensing how tense he was. Wifies seemed to be able to figure him out way too easily.
“Yeah. I might. What do you want to drink?” He monotonously replied, pulling up the ordering screen on his register to prepare to punch in Wifies’ order.
“Nothing. I came here to check on you. You weren’t responding to me, and even at work, you always reply to my messages. I got worried.”
That made Parrot look back up, his stomach dropping again. He didn’t even make an effort to consider Wifies’ words — he pulled up the clocking in screen, and ended his shift with one press of a button. He drew his gaze to the workspace behind him, where Derapchu was hunched over the sink washing out cups — and Leo was ordering supplies on one of the little screens they had.
“Derap, or Leo — doesn’t really matter, I’m leaving early. Can one of you cover for me? I’ll pay you or something. I think I’m sick.” He quickly excused, already approaching the space near Derapchu to gather his belongings — which consisted of a tacky and torn up brown tote bag, and his keys to his apartment.
Derapchu had protests — but they fell on deaf ears. Leo didn’t seem to mind and simply gave Parrot a thumbs up, too busy trying to work with the newly installed system to order the supplies they were low on to look back and verbally affirm Parrots.. ‘request’ to leave.
Parrot rounded the counter, pushing past the mini swinging doors that led into the work area — his eyes locked on Wifies. Wifies gave him a smile and approached his side, still holding a concerned gaze.
“I’ll walk you back home. Want to hang out? We haven’t spent time together recently with your job constantly needing more workers and.. me studying for my college exams. We can watch a movie or something or — I could cook for you?” He seemed to excitedly ramble about different ideas he had as they left the building, entering the busy streets of the city they lived in.
“Yeah. That’s chill. I just want to relax so — nothing too crazy.” Parrot stuck close to Wifies’ side, getting a bit overwhelmed by the traffic of the sidewalk. He was thankful he lived so close to work.
Him and Wifies had met around a year and a half previous — in college. Parrot was studying English literature, but ended up dropping out — college just never was for him. The one thing good that came from going for a year was meeting Wifies — probably the only person he trusted with his life. Even after dropping out, Parrot wanted to still live in the same city — so he made no effort to move back home, instead finding a small apartment near Wifies’ campus, and a job where he’d meet some of his closer friends.
It was exam season, so Wifies barely had time to hangout with Parrot anymore — but it made sense. They were both adults with lives outside of just being together — Parrot was 19, and Wifies was freshly 20.
Wifies talked his ear off the entire walk back to his apartment from Parrots workplace — which oddly enough, Wifies had remembered. Parrot never questioned it though. He didn’t really care.
Parrot suffered through the long walk up the rickety old stairs, having almost slammed his head into a wall when he saw that the elevators were under maintenance. The only thing holding him together was the mildly annoying voice in his ear that for some reason kept him relaxed the entire way up.
Parrot jammed his key into his door, pushing it open in a rush — his bag and keys immediately hitting the floor as he lazily pulled himself to his couch, not even bothering to flick the lights on. Wifies would turn on the fairy lights Parrot had hung everywhere, he assumed. And he did. He set up parrots bag and hung his keys, before doing so.
“So, movie night then? Want me to grab some snacks — or do you not have much?” Wifies hummed, locking the door and making his way to the kitchen — like he owned the place. He began digging through the cabinets before Parrot could even respond, pulling out whatever snacks he could find.
“I went grocery shopping the other day. Should be a good amount of stuff. Grab whatever you want, just get me a water please.” Parrot replied, laying his head back into the mound of pillows and plushies he’d decorated his couch with. His apartment was a hoarders haven — full of everything he’d ever cherished, overly decorated to give him a sense of comfort.
He curled up in a large teal minky blanket Wifies had purchased him for his birthday, all too aware of Parrots love for his bedding items. As a bird hybrid, having things like blankets and pillows scattered across his house aided him in not just feeling safe — but it helped him make ‘nests’, when the time came. Though, he tended to use mostly clothes of the people he loved for his nests. Being surrounded by those smells was much more easing.
Wifies peaked out of the kitchen with a few things in hand — chips, a bowl of popcorn, a soda can — and a water, which was being held in his mouth. Both of his hands were occupied, so he had to use the next best thing.
Parrot made a disgusted face as he snatched the bottle from Wifies’ mouth, acting as though it grossed him out — but it didn’t last long, as when he pulled the lid off, he already had it in his own mouth — making no effort to clean off where his bestfriends mouth had just been.
Wifies plopped down on the spot near Parrots blanket-covered feet, where he pulled the birds legs over his lap — his tail hitting the couch repeatedly. He was excited, and couldn’t control the wagging. Parrot had learned to tune it out.
“Pick a movie. I don’t feel like doing it.” Parrot mumbled from under the blanket — his mouth pressed against the edge of it, his eyes barely peaking out.
Wifies reached to the coffee table for the remote, turning on the TV to get Netflix on. Scrolling through and picking movies was always the slowest part of their movie nights. They were both indecisive.
“Mm.. how about a romance movie tonight? After that horror movie we watched last time, I think I need a little happiness in my life.” He elbowed Parrots knees, a playful smile gracing his face. He was already on the romance section, so Parrot had no choice. Not like he really cared. He would probably pass out halfway no matter what.
Wifies pressed on the first mildly interesting romance movie he could find — one that didn’t seem to imply a tragic ending, and threw the remote to the side, scooting slightly closer to Parrot. That now left Parrots thighs on his lap. And like normal, he slid his hands under the blanket — rubbing Parrots legs to soothe the aches he always had after work. Parrot never needed to ask. Wifies knew.
Wifies would down a handful of popcorn every so often, but for the most part, never really touched the other snacks. He’d brought them in case Parrot got hungry. He never did.
They were about half an hour into the movie when Parrot began nodding off, Wifies eyes averting to look at him — his head falling to the side slightly before jerking back up — every minute or so. Eventually, as Wifies assumed, his head stayed down. And a few minutes later, mixed quiet snores and chirps followed. He was asleep.
Parrot was an odd sleeper. He slept very deep around anybody he trusted — and had no sense of alertness whatsoever. Otherwise, he was the lightest sleeper you’d ever meet. A pin falling onto the floor could wake him up.
He slept the hardest around Wifies, which was found out the hard way when Wifies had to spray water on his face to wake him up one morning — after one of their little sleepovers. Nonetheless, Wifies was still always so gentle with his sleeping body — so careful as to not wake him up.
Wifies quickly shut the movie off, then taking his time to scoop Parrot and his blanket up, princess style. Normally he’d just pass out with Parrot on the couch, but Parrot had been complaining about his wings aching every time he’d accidentally fall sleep on his couch.
Wifies blindly navigated to Parrots room, only having the dim fairy lights to lead him, and he managed to get Parrot onto his bed without hurting either of them. He maneuvered the bird under his blankets, brushing a few stray hairs from his peaceful face.
Whenever he slept was when he’d look the most relaxed. That always was a fact that made Wifies’ heart ache for his best-friend.
Wifies leaned down, pressing a small kiss to Parrots cheek, rubbing his thumb into the other cheek, as though he was cupping the birds face.
“I love you,” He whispered, pressing another kiss to his forehead before retreating — focusing his attention on Parrots dresser drawers.
He approached the tacky-painted piece of furniture, humming happily as he tugged open the top right drawer — a smaller one — and found exactly what he’d always go for when he’d stay here.
His best-friend’s panty drawer.
Parrot and Wifies, the two best-friends nobody could pull apart. Parrot and Wifies, the two best-friends that would do anything for each-other. Parrot and Wifies, the two best-friends that trusted each-other more than anybody else in the world. Parrot, who had unknowingly developed a romantic affection towards Wifies. Wifies, who had been unhealthily obsessed with Parrot since he set eyes on the bird.
Wifies was never one to hide anything from Parrot. No, never — but, there were exceptions for when he had thousands of photos of Parrot on his phone saved to one album. Exceptions for when he would curl his fists up every time Parrot even dared to look at another person. Exceptions for when he’d steal Parrots belongings — especially his clothing, for his own personal reasons.
Wifies was insane over his best-friend. Wanted him to himself. Every single time he was over here, he’d steal a pair of underwear, or a shirt, or something that smelt like Parrot — and Parrot never seemed to notice. He didn’t care much for the things he wore, it did not concern him when things went missing. Every single time he went over there, he’d also make sure to steal a kiss from the sleeping bird. Whether it be a risky night, where he kissed his lips, or a typical night like now — where he’d kiss his best-friend’s forehead, or cheek.
Wifies knew Parrot loved him. He just didn’t want to make a move yet. It may be more awkward to steal underwear from your boyfriend, right? So Wifies waited. He assumed maybe in between the time, Parrot would confess first. Unlikely, but possible.
Wifies pulled out the cutest pair he could find — and brought them to the bathroom with him. He didn’t forget to snag a pair of Parrots sweatpants — he’d need to change for bed afterwards. He had more important issues to focus on first, though.
Wifies made sure to lock the bathroom door, whipping his phone out and pulling up his favorite photo of Parrot to date. One he had snuck when Parrot fell asleep with his head in Wifies’ lap, his face as sweet as ever. He set his phone and the picture up to where he could see it from where he stood — then unbuckling his jeans and shrugging his boxers off.
The poor thing was already rock hard, leaking in his boxers. He couldn’t help it. Merely seeing Parrot made his instincts go crazy. It was purely self control that led to Parrot still being unknotted by Wifies.
He wrapped the panties around his cock, breath hitching as he did so. He knew he had to be quiet. Even if Parrot never woke up with him around.
He began moving his fist up and down, the panties scrunching up every-time, dampening with his pre-cum as he moved. The picture was only motivation to keep going.
Of course, he couldn’t help a few quiet whimpers — little muffled barks. It was hard not to be vocal when it came to Parrot — his love, his angel, his everything. Parrot just made him too excited.
But of course, Wifies was no lucky man. Parrot did wake up. Not because of the noise, or because he heard Wifies leave the room, but because he simply needed to go to the bathroom. His feet lazily threw themselves off the side of the bed, stumbling his way out of the room as he went to try and open his bathroom door which — to his surprise, was locked.
“W’fies?” He mumbled, rubbing at his eye as he stood there awkwardly, tugging on his shirt with impatience filtering through him. He wanted to go back to bed. He hoped his best-friend would hurry.
What the poor bird hadn’t known was that Wifies had just accidentally came all over his panties just from hearing his voice. He barely even got two minutes into jerking himself off — he was nowhere near close. But that voice mumbling his name — it was like an angel sang to him. He never came in Parrots panties — because then it would gross him out to keep them. He wanted them to smell like Parrot. Not himself.
He cursed under his breath, a broken whimper escaping his lips, as he quickly shut off his phone and pulled his boxers back up — putting himself in Parrots sweatpants and scooping up his jeans. He didn’t know what to do with the now messy and sticky panties — so he threw them into the small trash can next to the toilet, unraveling some toilet paper and scrunching it up to cover them. He then flushed the toilet — to pretend he’d been going to the bathroom himself.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m done.” He yelled, washong his hands in a rush before pulling the door open — his heart stopping in its spot for a moment at the sight of the sleep-ridden bird, staring up at him questioningly.
Wifies nervously smiles and brushes past Parrot, going to hide back in the birds room before he could think too hard about what just happened. He neatly folded his jeans and set them by his side of the bed, crawling under the covers as his heart still beat violently in his chest. If he’d been caught, Parrot might’ve never spoken to him again. He was beyond lucky that he barely scraped by tonight.
But Parrot was no idiot. He could smell the unfamiliar lustful scent Wifies gave off through the door — which led him to checking the bathroom out after he went pee like he needed to originally.
He noticed the green peaking out in the trashcan. And with a deep breath, he pulled them out — pinching them between his thumb and his pointer finger. His heart almost stopped.
It was no coincidence. He never threw cum covered panties in his fucking trash. And after smelling Wifies through that door, he knew damn well what happened. Even in his still extremely exhausted half-asleep state, he could figure it out all too easily.
Parrot threw the panties back into the trash, swallowing thickly as his breathing increased slowly. He didn’t know how to feel. He wasn’t grossed out, and he didn’t know why. In fact —
His thighs were squeezing together, and he couldn’t even process that fact. He also didn’t seem to process the way his current panties dampened, as his eyes flicked back to the hallway — towards his opened bedroom door.
Parrot turned the bathroom light off, sluggishly making his way back to his bedroom. He found Wifies facing the wall opposite to him, his tail not wagging like it normally did when he was around Parrot — even when he slept.
Parrot quietly got under the covers, inching closer to Wifies’ back, his warm breath now very noticeable on Wifies’ neck. He could smell the dog’s scent change drastically when Parrot did this. It was obvious. Parrot had figured it out — Wifies obviously liked him. And it was beyond just a harmless, friendly crush. No. It was something more.
Parrot got even closer, now pressed against Wifies’ back, his nose in the man’s neck. He could feel Wifies’ tail twitch slightly when he did it.
“I know what you did.” Parrot mumbled, a sigh following his words. He hated that he was doing this. Hated that he found some sick enjoyment in this. He should be mad, disgusted. But he wasn’t. He was just as bad as his — now perverted best-friend. He couldn’t get mad when he was getting wet to the thought of it all. That would be unfair. Parrot wasn’t ever unfair.
Wifies shriveled up at his words, his tail tucking between his legs, a dejected whimper leaving him. Parrot frowned.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” He whispered, too scared to turn over — to see his best-friend’s disgusted face. Not that Parrot actually had one.
“Don’t be sorry. Turn over, look at me.” Parrot insisted, and Wifies very hesitantly listened. When he focused his eyes on Pareot, he found that the bird didn’t have any particular look on his face — just a blank stare. And a slight tint of red on his cheeks.
“I think I’m in love with you. And I think that because of that — I’m anything but mad at you for the little stunt you just pulled. I wish I was mad, but —“ Before Parrot could finish, his lips were smashed against Wifies’ — the dog hybrids tongue already down his throat. He couldn’t help it anymore. He needed Parrot. Needed to claim him, have his way with him — he’d been waiting too long.
Parrot protested for the first few seconds — but eventually gave in, melting into the kiss — his leg being thrown around Wifies’ waist. Wifies pulled back for a short moment, their spit still connecting their lips, and spoke.
“I’m sorry. I need you. Can’t help it anymore. You look too pretty. I love you so much.” He rambled aimlessly, pressing his lips back onto Parrots — not wanting to hear whatever he’d respond with.
Wifies’ hands snuck up Parrots shirt, stopping below his small chest, keeping the bird on edge as he rested his hands there. That irritated Parrot. If they were going to do this now, why wait?
Parrot stopped the kiss, pushing Wifies back with heavy pants leaving his throat. He could barely hold the shared gaze between them, seeing Wifies’ face now was making him more wet.
“Make me feel good,” He finally spat out, his voice quiet, barely above a whisper. Wifies almost growled in response — immediately flipping Parrot onto his back, Wifies towering above him.
Suddenly, his teeth were in Parrots neck, his tail swinging back and forth at a speed it hadn’t ever achieved. He wanted this so badly.
“Mine, mine, mine. You belong to me — me and me only — you only love me right? Right?” He insistently spoke, pushing Parrots shirt up to grope at his chest. He was practically bulging out of his sweatpants by now.
“I — only you, yeah — fuck, Wifies —“ He lazily stuttered out in response, too out of it to even process half of what Wifies was saying to him. But his response seemed to please the dog, making him rut his hips up against Parrots still clothed crotch.
Wifies whined at his words again, digging his face further into Parrots neck so he could smell him. He blindly reached for Parrots pants, forcing them off — his fingers finding the damp spot on Parrots panties almost immediately.
“You’re wet? You — you like this? F-fuck, Parrot. You don’t know how long I’ve needed this. Needed you. Pretty fucking bird. I’ll be gentle, I — I promise.” He stumbled over his words, almost cumming in his pants right then and there when his fingers rubbing against the dampness forced a choked moan out of Parrots mouth.
“More, let me hear more. Let me hear you moan. For me? Please, please angel. Just this once.” He practically begged, kissing up and down the birds neck as his fingers rubbed circles against Parrots covered pussy — the urge to slip them into his hole intensifying. Even if he couldn’t get his cock in Parrot tonight, he wanted to make his best-friend feel good. Make Parrot need him just as much as he needed Parrot.
Parrot was overwhelmed, though. His best-friend was spitting out longs strings of sentences that — his sleep-addled and lust-driven brain couldn’t process right then. Everything was happening so fast.
He chirped quietly when he felt Wifies’ fingers slip past their boundaries, pushing his panties to the side — the man’s thumb rubbing circles on his clit. He shuddered, pleasure racking through his body. The action forced a small whimper from him, which in response, made Wifies growl.
Wifies’ middle finger found its way to Parrots leaking hole — teasing his entrance by circling the rim. His mouth was still assaulting Parrots neck, ensuring that people would know of their deeds for the next week or so.
“I’ve never done this before — please — be careful,” Parrot mumbled through his small noises, one of his hands gripping the blankets under him violently while the other tangled in Wifies’ brown locks, pressing his face closer to Parrots neck.
“I’ll never hurt you, ever. Sit back and let me make you feel good, yeah?” Wifies responded, casually — despite how not casual all of this was.
Parrot didn’t quite exactly know why, but the way Wifies worded it made him want to squeeze his thighs together. He could feel the man’s glasses bumping his neck consistently, which he used to distract himself from the small ache now forming in the pit of his stomach as Wifies’ finger began to push past the tight space that was his entrance.
Parrots hips would jerk every so often as Wifies’ finger slowly worked its way in, soft calls of the man’s name making him more insistent on fitting all the way inside. And within just a minute or so, his middle finger was lodged fully inside of Parrot — a small pleased hum escaping his mouth.
“Want me to start moving it, sweet boy?” He questioned, pulling his face away from the birds neck momentarily to lock eyes with him — which was the first moment Wifies got to see his best-friend’s needy face. Parrot didn’t respond. Wifies smiled.
“Look at you. If I would’ve known you’d be this desperate I could’ve had my way with you long ago. Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.” He cooed, leaning down to press a short-lived kiss to Parrots lips — his middle finger now slowly thrusting in and out of Parrot.
Parrot was still trying adjust to only one fingers, but still wanted more. His own fingers could never reach the areas he needed, the few times he’d ever masturbated — and to be completely honest, he always had to imagine it was a certain someone inside him instead. That certain someone who was fingering him now.
“I can take more — please,” Parrot practically begged, almost immediately getting what he craved when Wifies pressed his index finger against the tightness — slowly slipping it past to move alongside his middle finger.
Two fingers eventually became three, and three became four. He had never been so stretched out before — crying his best-friend’s name like a prayer. He didn’t know just how badly Wifies wanted to defile him.
“M’gonna cum soon,” He spoke breathily, against Wifies’ ear — after a long while of purely moans being the only thing he could get out. Wifies chuckled at his words, his fingers speeding up almost immediately — a borderline sinful amount of squelching filling up the room.
“Come on Parrot. Make a mess on my fingers.” He urged, his mouth now on the birds collarbone, working at the supple skin there. He wanted everybody to see the bird covered in his marks. To know Parrot was his.
Parrot squeezed Wifies’ fingers like a vice, a particularly loud whimper escaping him — and moments later, Wifies’ fingers were dripping, and Parrot was panting like he’d ran a marathon. His cunt was fluttering around his best-friends fingers, his hips jerking against them. He never experienced an orgasm where his vision went white until then.
“That’s my boy. You did so good. So perfect for me.” Wifies praised, sluggishly removing his fingers — pulling them up to his lips, where he made no effort to hide as he cleaned off Parrots mess. Parrot could barely watch, his eyes squeezing shut — it made him cringe. He didn’t want to see his best-friend gag at his taste.
Which was quite the assumption, because Wifies was torn over the fact that Parrot tasted like heaven. At least, to him. He was perfect in every way, and Wifies couldn’t get over that.
“Don’t hide from me now baby. Look.” He cooed, making Parrots eyes hesitantly open back up — the birds gaze hazy. He watched as Wifies pressed one final kiss to his cheek before sitting up — getting off the bed and going straight to Parrots dresser again, where he grabbed a new pair of panties to replace Parrots now soaked and messy ones.
He pulled Parrots current panties fully off, lifting his legs to put the new ones on. Parrot was losing it at the small act of intimacy. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get used to how Wifies took care of him.
“I’d give you more, but you’re tired. How about we go to bed and — discuss all of this tomorrow? It’s better that way.” Wifies hummed, getting himself comfortable again — this time while pulling Parrot against his chest.
“Mhm.. there is a lot to talk about. And not enough time tonight.. so m’sleeping.” He would tiredly mumble, making Wifies laugh — his face finding its way back into Parrots neck.
“Goodnight then, Parrot.”
“Night, Wifies.”