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“Don’t you have friends in your own time? To celebrate the New Years with?” Blaze’s question was innocent—genuine. But her tone was oddly delicate, and her glance away from Silver paired with that made his heart burn.
“I guess,” he began, setting down his drink on their table next to the railings where they were leaning. This part of the palace was still using its lighting by old-fashioned fire-lit lanterns, lighting Blaze up in a way that made Silver’s heart beat hard in his chest when she looked back at him after he spoke. Their eyes met, and it all felt so critical, like a defining, inescapable moment.
“I have friends there. Of course I spend time with them. But none of them are you.” It was obvious, wasn’t it?
Blaze’s eyes widened, and her fur along her cheeks rose—a blush, Silver knew. His eyes widened then, too. He looked at her lips, and knew she saw.
They’d already left the parties—both the one with all their friends from this present in Silver’s dimension, and the one with all their friends in the Sol dimension—early. It wasn’t even midnight yet. The new year hadn’t even started. And they were already alone, together, high above the kingdom with only each other, while everyone they knew still mingled in publicity. If Blaze wanted to go back, Silver would. But he liked it here with her, alone together, more.
He wanted to be alone with her longer, if she let him. “Blaze,” he began again, looking back to her eyes from her lips. She was closer to him than he realized. Just a step and they’d feel each other’s breaths.
“Ah?” Blaze vocalized, her eyes still wide and locked onto Silver’s, mouth slightly agape now. Silver couldn’t stop himself from looking again. He didn’t want to.
“Could I kiss you?” he asked. It came out of his mouth fast, a thought finally letting itself out from deep inside his belly, deep inside his heart.
The prolonged silence became just uncomfortable enough that Silver realized exactly what he’d said and what he’d been thinking—where his head had been wandering, and how he shouldn’t be presuming to have the right to ask Blaze that—! And he stumbled on his words, trying to form them and figure out what to say—
Blaze’s hands wrapped around Silver’s, and he shut his mouth immediately, refocusing on her. She was looking down, so clearly flustered. If she didn’t have gloves on, Silver knew her hands would be warm.
“I’d like that,” was what she said, finally, after that short pause. It wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. “You could… you may.”
Silver breathed in, and smiled. And he pulled her closer, gently, and kissed her.
Her hands clenched around his as she jolted as if shocked. Then her eyes closed, and Silver closed his own, too.
He didn’t push. Their lips pressed against each other with a perfect, equal pressure from the both of them. He wanted to cup her cheeks and deepen it, but she held his hands so tightly he didn’t want to push. So they kissed like that, until Silver’s chest started to burn and he realized he’d forgotten to breathe.
He exhaled from his nostrils without a thought, and then suddenly Blaze jolted, ripping her hands from Silver’s—and placing them on his own cheeks, pulling him in so their bodies pressed flush together and tilting her head to deepen the kiss.
She exhaled on him—her breath was hot enough to warm his core. It egged him on, lighting the candle in his gut.
Silver wrapped his arms around her back, sliding one arm up until he could cup her neck and lean her down against the railings. He licked at her lips, and she opened them, letting him slide his tongue along her sharp teeth and against her own.
They continued to kiss, deeply and full of vigor as if they were both trying to say to the other, I liked you first, let me show you. Silver’s gut burned with the itch to push harder and go further, but he let himself be content to kiss Blaze again and again. He’d never push her further if she didn’t want to, but deep down, he hoped—he wanted her to push him further.
Their lips separated and they breathed with eyes closed, foreheads pressed against each other and gripping each other’s arms in a close-quarters embrace.
Silver could feel the excited giddiness inside him swelling up, delighted at finally doing something he’d wanted to do for ages now. He also felt pleased, relieved, and a tiny bit nervous. He wondered if Blaze was feeling the same. He opened his eyes for a second to look at her; she looked deep in thought, with a flush in her soft cheeks that Silver was privately happy to know he did that.
He let out a sigh, closing his eyes again and preparing to move away. Blaze must’ve caught on, though, and she gripped his arms tightly, signaling for him to stop whatever he was about to do immediately.
Silver couldn’t help but open his eyes again, and he met Blaze’s own this time. Her expression was something Silver couldn’t quite describe in its entirety, but he could see a passion in them. Blaze clutched his arms fiercely, rubbing her thumbs along his fur.
“Silver,” she began, voice loud and confident. It gave Silver an excited jolt up his spine. Her voice dropped lower, somewhat less confident, as she spoke further. “If you’re wanting to… let’s go somewhere more private.”
They were already somewhere very private, Silver had to resist pointing out amusedly. He knew what she meant. Let’s go to my room. He couldn't help but smile at her, and was met with a small smile back. “Gladly,” he replied.
Quickly, one of her hands fell to grip his as she turned to lead him away from the railings. He followed without hesitance, and the two of them practically bounced with eagerness to reach somewhere no one would ever see them.
Silver hadn't quite expected this to be how it started—their relationship. He'd wanted to kiss her for so long now… that she reciprocated—of course she reciprocated—his heart was soaring. There was nothing to complain about.
They didn't have to avoid anyone on the way much to their luck, and the guards wouldn't dare say a peep out of respect for their princess and her friend, only nodding to them as they passed.
Silver's heart sped faster as Blaze unlocked her doors and turned the knob. Her grip on his hand tightened—she was nervous, too. It brought Silver some comfort to know they were feeling so similar.
Together, they slipped into Blaze's room silently. It was dark, but illuminated well by the moonlight.
Blaze turned to Silver, and for a moment they just looked at each other.
Then, she pulled him closer, bringing her mouth to meet his again. They kissed, and that fire in Silver's gut grew fierce as the kiss developed. He wrapped his hands back around Blaze's waist, and guided their steps to slowly make their way to her bed.
Silver had sat on this bed so many times now, just spending leisure time with Blaze after an adventure, or training, or a regular friendly spar. Was this the same?
Blaze moaned as Silver's lips and tongue pushed and rolled against hers, and Silver felt the sound shoot straight into his groin.
He pressed more deeply, kissing her fiercely as he dragged his hands along her waist, covered by a beautiful dress that he wished was gone. She kissed back, and he didn't care about how her fangs, sharper than his, risked irritating or piercing his tongue. He didn't care about her tongue being rougher than his own, forcing him to go harder. It all felt so good, because it was all Blaze.
He felt himself throb, and realized he'd gotten hard. He choked, pulling away from Blaze, who he quickly realized he had pinned underneath him on her bed. He glanced down, panicked, and then cringed when he realized she would look down now, too.
Look down Blaze did. When her eyes fell on his dick, it throbbed, twitching hard and giving Silver the urge to thrust against her dress. The last centimeter of length slid from his slit and Silver sat fully hard under her watchful gaze.
“Ngh,” he grunted with frustration, unable to stop the embarrassed cringe on his face. “Sorry. I… I didn't expect this to happen that fast.”
Blaze blinked at him, her expression blank. “I invited you into my room,” she said matter-of-factly. “Why're you apologising? Did I—”
Silver's eyes widened. “Oh,” he said, unintentionally cutting her off. “I thought I was just being hopeful that you'd want to go further than kissing.” He shook his head, laughing lightly at himself.
Blaze cupped one of his cheeks in her hand, pulling his head up to meet her eyes. She tipped her head, smiling at him. “That's good that you're hopeful. You hope for the right things.”
Silver blushed, smiling lightly and ducking his head. “Well…” he trailed, trying to find words. It was a bit awkward trying to speak so casually when his dick was out and aching and he was on top of Blaze, who was the reason for the out and aching dick.
Blaze’s thumbs moved to rub along his arms comfortingly, waiting for Silver to speak.
“I’m glad I wasn’t just being hopeful, then,” Silver finally said, looking at Blaze’s face again. “I want to do everything with you that you want to do with me.”
Blaze coughed, her smile wavering a bit. She looked somewhat embarrassed now, having her turn to blush. “I must admit, I’ve never, ah. Done this before. Have sex and kiss someone like this. But I want to—with you.”
It was no surprise they both had no experience. Silver always had a libido, but never particularly cared about having sex enough to pursue it with anyone, satisfied with just taking care of himself—until he started picturing Blaze when he tried and feeling all too embarrassed and inappropriate. It got hard to not get pent up. He managed.
Silver was just glad Blaze wanted to be with him like he did her. He gave her a resolute smile and a firm nod, confident in both of them. “Then let’s do our best together!” Then he paused, mulling over what he’d just said and where.
Blaze’s face was blank. Then, a small smile began creeping up her face and her hands left Silver’s arms to cover her mouth as she began to snort and chuckle. Silver couldn’t help but start laughing too, which encouraged Blaze to release her mouth and let out a full body laugh of her own, her chest shaking with the force.
Silver buried his face under her cheek, chuckling and giggling until the need to finally left him. Blaze fell silent, too, and they both sat cuddled into each other for a few heartbeats, before she coughed and chuckled once again.
“Let’s,” Blaze finally said, voice warm.
Silver’s heart fluttered at how it sounded and he couldn’t help lifting his head to look into her face—her eyes, which met his own immediately with a shared fondness Silver could feel almost overflowing inside of him; but he wouldn’t let a single drop of it spill.
He leaned in, and they began to kiss again. It went slow at the start, then became deep, just like their first kiss. Silver let his hands roam Blaze’s body, and slide to her back to begin unlatching her dress. He wasn’t perfect with it, but he’d helped her put it on—and luck was on his side.
“Could you sit up a moment?” he broke the kiss and asked, to which Blaze obliged, lifting her arms as Silver lifted her dress over them. Thank God it was a relatively simple dress, despite how beautiful it was. Delicately, he set it on the floor.
“I almost wish you’d torn it off me,” Blaze admitted.
Silver couldn’t help but huff out a laugh. “Maybe next time?”
Blaze hummed affirmatively, nodding. Then, she took off the rest of her clothes, setting her gloves and shoes on the floor and pulling the braid out of her hair to allow it to dangle against her head.
Silver moved to follow suit, unlatching his stabilizers around his wrists and legs and feeling the energy they balanced and guided surge freely through his body, dropping them with a hearty thump onto Blaze’s bedside carpet. He breathed deeply for a few seconds, then finally pulled off the rest of his clothes before turning back to Blaze on the bed.
“Let’s move up the bed,” Silver suggested. The pillows would be more comfortable.
Blaze nodded and moved, and Silver hesitated. When she turned back at him, she smiled, tipping her head and reaching out a hand to him. “Come on, lie down on your back.”
Silver followed without a word, slipping onto the bed from the side and settling down with the back of his head on Blaze’s pillows. He looked up at her, curious and a bit confused. Shouldn’t he…?
Her next move brought an abrupt end to Silver’s thoughts. She sat on top of him, just under his groin where his dick immediately twitched back to attention, her legs entrapping his own. The moonlight was shining on her through her windows now—flashes of fireworks in the distance adding to the light. Was it finally midnight? To be honest, he didn’t really care.
Silver was able to look at Blaze properly this time; her nipples from her breasts to her belly were showing through her fur, red and perked from arousal, along with the separation of her pussy just barely visible. He hadn’t ever seen Blaze fully naked before, but he knew all of this was typically hidden, much like his own. Something about seeing it all now, in its fullness, made him ache with fondness and glee.
His dick twitched and he bit his lip, knowing he was also aching exceptionally badly with the need to fuck. He leaned forwards and reached out to grab Blaze’s thighs, urging her to move closer and fully sit on his lap. As she moved, her crotch barely tickled the tip of Silver’s dick, making him close his eyes.
Finally Blaze rested on his lap, settling herself down so her crotch met his lower belly and his dick pressed against her butt and the base of her tail, which twitched rapidly every few moments. Silver scooted them back so he could lean back down and still be propped upwards comfortably, and finally let his hands explore Blaze’s body.
He watched as she watched him rub his hands up from her waist to her upper abdomen, settled right under her breasts. He glanced directly at her face, and loved what he saw. Slowly, Silver let a hand move upwards and cup a breast; he could fit it in his entire hand, he realized with giddiness. It fit perfectly in his grasp, small and round. He moved a thumb, swiping it to part her fur and flick over her nipple. Blaze gasped pleasantly and Silver wanted to be inside of her so badly.
He let his other hand drift to her lower nipples—they were tinnier, with no breasts, but just as sensitive when Blaze was aroused, it seemed. Or was it in general? He’d have to ask, later, to understand everything about her and her body. He rolled his thumbs over them, his hand across Blaze’s stomach.
He could feel her wetness soaking onto his lower stomach fur. Every twitch of her body he felt so barely over his cock. Finally, he let out a groan—he just wanted to be inside her so badly. He moved a hand downwards, to press his fingers against her clit. Barely a flick and Blaze jolted.
“I want you,” Blaze whimpered. That was enough, then.
Silver nodded with an affirmative hum, letting his hands find their place on her thighs once again, and he urged her to help lift herself upwards. Blaze clued in immediately, shuffling backwards. Her hands reached down to her crotch and she parted her pussy lips with one and grabbed his dick with the other, beginning to set herself down onto him.
Being so pent up, it was almost hard to not come the moment Silver felt his dick going inside of Blaze. It was so warm, and she was so wet and made for him. He couldn’t stop it—the back of his head hit the pillows as he groaned and thrusted upwards. Blaze’s surprised but pleased gasp wasn’t any help for Silver’s self-control.
This cat… Blaze… Silver really loved her. Her hands settled on his chest, splayed in his fur. Her back arched and Silver was entirely inside of her. Silver began to thrust upwards, holding Blaze’s thighs with a tight grip that kept her steady. He started slow, but he needed more so desperately—he went harder, reveling in the sound of their bodies thumping against each other and the sensation shooting from his dick into his body.
Blaze moved with Silver on-and-off, letting out laboured and erotic breaths every few seconds that made Silver feel almost as good as the clench and unclench of her inside of him. He couldn’t stop the garbled moan that left his mouth, clutching Blaze tighter and thrusting faster.
Her hands that had been moving through the fur on his chest, swiping over his own fluff-covered and hard nipples and giving him small pleasant sensations, had moved to clutch his own on her thighs, dragging them up to hold her waist just as firmly. She pressed down harder, as if asking for him to hold her even tighter—to leave marks under her fur and in her flesh. Her tail was lashing erratically—typically done in anger, but Silver knew that was far from the case this time.
Silver inhaled loudly. He could feel the sensation of the pleasure finally building up to its climax, but he needed Blaze to come first. He clenched his teeth. “Touch yourself,” he begged, voice rough and embarrassingly desperate.
Blaze nodded, brows clenching as she began swiping her index and middle fingers over her clit in an almost-circular, erratic motion. A loud, desperate moan escaped her lips and her back arched and her thighs squeezed against Silver’s waist all at once—she came quickly, and the clenching around Silver’s cock was finally too much to resist.
He let out a shaken gasp and moan and came inside of her, thrusting until he couldn’t bear the sensation any longer—and until Blaze no longer twitched pleasantly around him.
Silver wrapped his arms around Blaze, who had inelegantly flopped onto him, face-down in his mane of fluff. He closed his eyes and breathed, feeling almost too warm. Maybe they should’ve opened the window a smidge before they’d started having sex so the room would be chilly and not near-smoldering, Silver couldn’t help but regret for a moment as he started to worry he’d see a damp him-shaped pool of sweat on the bed the moment he got up.
Then he remembered this was Blaze with him, warming him up, and he felt just right. He opened his eyes and squinted fondly down at her shameless rubbing her face in his fluff, unable to resist smiling. When his chest moved from a low chuckle, she looked up at him with a squinty smile of her own.
Silver brought a hand up to press against her cheek, rubbing his thumb into her fur. She felt so smooth, so well-kept. He scratched through the waves of her hair, catching the small knots, and smoothing them out all the while looking at Blaze as fondly as she was looking at him. “Do you want to go to sleep, then? Or… shower? Bath?” he asked.
It was quiet outside; the fireworks were long gone now.
Blaze hummed thoughtfully, closing her eyes and letting a long sigh from her nose. “Washing up would be logical,” she replied, as smart as ever, “but… right now, I just want to go to bed with you.”
“Hopefully I’ve not worked a sweat into the mattress,” Silver huffed a laugh, beginning to move to sit up. His dick, much limper now, had still been inside of her, and began finding its way back inside his sheath the moment he pulled out. As he did, he watched some of his cum slide from her entrance and a small, instinctual wave of pleasure at the sight shot through him.
He looked away—lest he get hard again—and turned to look at where he’d been laying. A sigh of relief escaped him when there was barely a hint of dampness from any sweat. And the bedsheets, while ruffled, barely had any dampness of sex on them either—still stinking of sex-scent, of Silver and Blaze together, Silver couldn’t help but feel satisfied and relaxed.
He looked back at Blaze, who was looking at him with a curious expression. Following his gut, Silver asked, “Can I hold you?”
Blaze perked up and nodded, almost shy despite her very pleased smile. “Of course.”
He shifted a bit to the side, settling back down on his back with an open arm and a grin on his face.
Blaze grabbed the blankets and pulled them forward with her as she settled into Silver’s arms. Silver used his other arm to help Blaze pull the blankets over their bodies. He’d been too caught up in the moment to really appreciate how soft they were, but now he let out a pleased sigh as he and Blaze sank into her grand collection of pillows with soft and warm blankets on top of them. With their fur it wasn’t all really necessary—especially Silver’s—but it felt good on a winter night after having sex with his best friend for the first time.
Or was it his lover, now? Silver opened his eyes as the thought entered his mind, and he quickly surmised both would make sense. Him and Blaze… they could talk about this new development later, after a good night’s sleep. He closed his eyes.
After a few minutes of silence, Blaze began to purr, the rumble pleasant against Silver’s chest. He huffed his own pleased sounds and smiled.