This is your captain speaking...

Hey, Jimmy?

Have you seen June lately? I got some concerning anonymous messages, but so far I haven't had any luck finding her.

I think I got turned around, though.

I definitely walked a lot further than my own ship would take to reach the crew quarters.

( @curlygrant44 )

He frowns down at his phone, leaning against a bathroom stall. First he can’t find her, then Pumpkin starts a search too?

This is bad. Really bad.

…

No, no it’s not, shut up.

im taking care of it.

Right. That’s not ominous. He leaves it at that for a minute, then starts typing again.

people are saying stupid shit that doesnt matter

i was told she was in the showers. not so much it seems

even if something happened, its nothing that wont be handled

just don’t freak out

everything is under control.

He stares blankly at the screen for a moment longer before clicking off his phone and slamming his forehead into the tiled wall of the bathroom.

What the fuck was he thinking? Nothing was okay, and now he was going to freak Pumpkin out worse. absolutely nothing was under control.

Or at least, he doesn't sound like Pumpkin has ever heard him before, tense and uncertain. Worried. It's not really surprising, and yet...this is the first time Curly has seen him exhibit a true weakness, and he worries about just how well Jimmy is handling it.

Pumpkin knows.

God fucking damn it, Pumpkin knows that he’s less than fine, and is condescending him. He thinks Jimmy can’t do it alone, isn’t stable enough, that this is too personal for him to deal with. Always Mister Perfect, always trying to handle everything like it’s his business.

Maybe he should've, though. It's not like he doesn't know how Jimmy handles stress, and what could be more upsetting than this?

Still, he has a responsibility to the people he cares for. No amount of Jimmy's tantrums will change that.

I know that you're capable of handling it. I'm saying that you don't have to do it alone. Will she really be happier if you do?

He hesitates over the next part. If Jimmy's already so volatile...

...but honesty is what's allowed them to be as close as they are. He can't bring himself to hold back now.

I'm not going to stop looking for her until one or both of us find her and verify her safety. You can either waste time trying to stop me or you can get over the stubborn pride and accept that I'm your friend and I'm going to pitch in and search when the one you love is missing, like a friend should. That's not open to negotiation. You can kick my ass about it later if that helps, though. :)

He stares longer than he should, hands shaking. His head gets stuck on one sentence, scanning over and over before setting the message as read and shutting off his phone, slipping it into his pocket.

A deep breath. He closes his eyes, lets his feelings wash over him, and,

“ FUCK!”

Jimmy turns and hits the wall as hard as he can. It doesn’t matter who hears, who knows.

You can’t do it alone because you’re useless and why would I trust your word? I’m the Captain and I’m always right. You’re wasting your time and you need to accept you’re weak and need me to do everything for you if you don’t want things screwed up. I’m only doing this because you’re too big of a baby to handle it yourself. But we can play pretend later, where you pretend like you could actually amount to something of my level. And I’ll lie through my teeth and say that you did so good and that it hurt. Won’t that be fun? Swallow your pride and do it.

A few more hits to the wall before he settles properly, huffing and wiping away blood from his fist. The rest on the wall he keeps. He’ll clean it up later.

June. That is what’s most important right now. Not whatever petty grievances he’s got. June. He’ll find her and tell Curly he did it all by himself and he’ll be sorry.

Hey, Jimmy?

Have you seen June lately? I got some concerning anonymous messages, but so far I haven't had any luck finding her.

I think I got turned around, though.

I definitely walked a lot further than my own ship would take to reach the crew quarters.

( @curlygrant44 )

He frowns down at his phone, leaning against a bathroom stall. First he can’t find her, then Pumpkin starts a search too?

This is bad. Really bad.

…

No, no it’s not, shut up.

im taking care of it.

Right. That’s not ominous. He leaves it at that for a minute, then starts typing again.

people are saying stupid shit that doesnt matter

i was told she was in the showers. not so much it seems

even if something happened, its nothing that wont be handled

just don’t freak out

everything is under control.

He stares blankly at the screen for a moment longer before clicking off his phone and slamming his forehead into the tiled wall of the bathroom.

What the fuck was he thinking? Nothing was okay, and now he was going to freak Pumpkin out worse. absolutely nothing was under control.

Or at least, he doesn't sound like Pumpkin has ever heard him before, tense and uncertain. Worried. It's not really surprising, and yet...this is the first time Curly has seen him exhibit a true weakness, and he worries about just how well Jimmy is handling it.

Pumpkin knows.

God fucking damn it, Pumpkin knows that he’s less than fine, and is condescending him. He thinks Jimmy can’t do it alone, isn’t stable enough, that this is too personal for him to deal with. Always Mister Perfect, always trying to handle everything like it’s his business.

Maybe he should've, though. It's not like he doesn't know how Jimmy handles stress, and what could be more upsetting than this?

Still, he has a responsibility to the people he cares for. No amount of Jimmy's tantrums will change that.

I know that you're capable of handling it. I'm saying that you don't have to do it alone. Will she really be happier if you do?

He hesitates over the next part. If Jimmy's already so volatile...

...but honesty is what's allowed them to be as close as they are. He can't bring himself to hold back now.

I'm not going to stop looking for her until one or both of us find her and verify her safety. You can either waste time trying to stop me or you can get over the stubborn pride and accept that I'm your friend and I'm going to pitch in and search when the one you love is missing, like a friend should. That's not open to negotiation. You can kick my ass about it later if that helps, though. :)

Hey, Jimmy?

Have you seen June lately? I got some concerning anonymous messages, but so far I haven't had any luck finding her.

I think I got turned around, though.

I definitely walked a lot further than my own ship would take to reach the crew quarters.

( @curlygrant44 )

He frowns down at his phone, leaning against a bathroom stall. First he can’t find her, then Pumpkin starts a search too?

This is bad. Really bad.

…

No, no it’s not, shut up.

im taking care of it.

Right. That’s not ominous. He leaves it at that for a minute, then starts typing again.

people are saying stupid shit that doesnt matter

i was told she was in the showers. not so much it seems

even if something happened, its nothing that wont be handled

just don’t freak out

everything is under control.

He stares blankly at the screen for a moment longer before clicking off his phone and slamming his forehead into the tiled wall of the bathroom.

What the fuck was he thinking? Nothing was okay, and now he was going to freak Pumpkin out worse. absolutely nothing was under control.

Or at least, he doesn't sound like Pumpkin has ever heard him before, tense and uncertain. Worried. It's not really surprising, and yet...this is the first time Curly has seen him exhibit a true weakness, and he worries about just how well Jimmy is handling it.

“Hello? Is This Thing Still On?”

Despite the radio crackling slightly, the voice in the other end sounds to be nearly sing-song

“Hello? Hello Hello?”

[ @candycraze-medicalhaze ]

The sound of radio static rouses Curly from the near-doze in his chair, making him straighten suddenly from the well-ingrained habits -- and then wince as his back twinges. He's not as young as he once was, and his...condition doesn't exactly help.

He grabs for the radio, confused and concerned by this strange new voice in equal measure.

"Not again," he sighs under his breath before depressing the button.

"This is Captain Grant Curly of the Tulpar, Pony Express Long-Haul Space Freighter 0926WO. Please do not attempt to dock with any ships in the vicinity. You have entered an Anomalous Event Quarantine Zone, and for you and your crew's safety I am asking you to leave as quickly as you safely can."

God, he hopes this isn't another Tulpar...the last time this happened, it was James, wasn't it? He hasn't thought about that in ages, but...well, he supposes that might have worked out for the best.

He laughed into the microphone “And, Not To Worry, Mr. Taken-For-Grant-ed, I Still Remember Our Previous Conversation About Forbidden Connections.”

But no, he definitely didn't talk to this person before.

"I think you spoke to a different Grant Curly," he starts, hesitating a little before pushing himself onward. "...did he identify himself as a captain or just use his first name? And did he have a notable accent, possibly Australian?" It could very well have been another double he's never met, but what are the odds of that? If the signal is coming through over here, it's more likely that a nearby ship would've been the one to pick it up, and he only knows of two others nearby, thus far.

"Hey, there you are; it took a while to track you down. I apologize for not checking in sooner...have you been okay? I heard some pretty wild rumors about you a few days ago...god, has it been a week already?..."

Of course, there's no telling which rumors he heard exactly, but considering the way his gaze drifts curiously down to her middle, it's not all that hard to guess, either.

( @curlygrant44 )

*she had, admittedly, thrown herself into her work to distract herself but it didn’t do as well as she hoped

She pinched the bridge of her nose and waited for the machine to give her her snack

It was far too easy to get lost in thought these days, nearly jumping out of her skin at Curly “suddenly” appearing beside her*

BloodyHellCurly!

*she let out a relieved sigh, holding a hand over her pounding heart for a moment. She chuckled softly, looking up at him, though her smile wavered seeing how rough he looked*

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He rubs at his cheek sheepishly, and gives her a lingering once-over. "I'm alright enough..."

He's not. It may not be clear exactly what the issue is, but 'alright' is about the furthest thing from how any reasonable person would describe him right now -- not that Curly leaves a lot of time to dwell on that before pressing onward. "What about you? There were a lot of anons saying you were, uh. Well. N-not that it's probably any of my business...but they were saying you're expecting."

There something about being asked by Curly, someone she already knew and trusted, that made it feel uncomfortably real

All her symptoms, all her troubles, all her fears…

She tried to keep her breathing steady, slowly starting to shake her head*

Curly blinks, and nods to himself. "They do lie quite a bit, yeah...I apologize for bothering you, then." He tries to smile, hoping that maybe he can put her at ease.

His hand reaches for his own belly, briefly, hovering for just a second before he catches himself and forces his hand back down to his side.

"I'm, uh. I'm glad you're...not...that, that's good. That you don't have to deal with the, um, aftermath. Of something like that."

Would it.. Really be that bad..?

*she shook her head softly, forcing a small smile* I’m- I’ve been.. Fine, A touch more tired than usual but…

The way she asks it...the fatigue, the movement of her hand earlier...he knows what she'd said, but Curly can't help feeling some kind of sense that June is just hiding the truth from him out of fear. This time, he's going to trust his gut.

Curly sighs.

"It's better to end it sooner than later. There's no way for a baby to survive to term. If you're lucky you might survive the process...but more likely, you'd just come back after the inevitable. For one thing, replacing lost blood isn't really viable up here..." He runs a hand through his hair, already uncomfortable with the topic but needing her to know what she's getting into.

"If you die and it's still, uh. Inside. It'll come back with you. You have to...you know. Get it out first."

He can't say the words. Not directly. He just can't stand to, not when this is suddenly so real for the both of them. But even so, Curly wants to make sure she knows she's not alone; that he's here to help.

He tries for a smile, although it ends up being more of a sympathetic grimace than anything. "I-if you need help with...it...I'm here for you. Always."

His hand starts to drift again, and this time he hooks his thumb in his belt, hoping that the motion is subtle enough for her not to really notice it at all.

Barbecue chips. That’s all she could think about for the better part of the day, how everything would work out, would be worth it if she could just get some for herself

It could work out - everything she’s been through, all her dreams of the future; settling down, getting married, having kids

It would work out - her thoughts were racing, she wasn’t pregnant, why did she care so much about this? Why did it hurt so much?

It wouldn’t have - would it?

Before she could fully realize it, she had tears rolling down her face, breath hitching as she stared down at the crisps in her trembling hand before slowly curling into herself*

He should have seen that coming. Curly feels like such an asshole, and although he reaches out to hold her, he stops short of any actual contact, just hovering nearby. It doesn't feel right to presume.

"Shit. I, I'm sorry, June...it's going to be okay. Alright? No matter how it happens, I'll be here for you. Jim and Jimmy too, you know? We all care about you."

God, could he have been more insensitive? She's going through something so hard, something that would never normally have happened, and he's so flippant about it...

She almost thought this moment couldn’t get worse until Curly mentioned Jimmy and Captains and gods what was she going to tell them? Sure, Jimmy kind of knew something was up before, but how he feel knowing she’s actually

She’s actually pregnant

The full realization forces a sob out of her, clutching the half crashed bag of crisps to her chest for another moment before turning and tightly hugging Curly instead

He's just opened his mouth to apologize when she wraps her arms around him and clings to him -- and then everything else is forgotten. Nothing matters besides comforting June, enveloping her in a gentle hug, rubbing her back in soft circles to soothe her...

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to. We'll handle it together, you're not alone, I promise. We can have Anya sedate you so you don't have to be aware while we...handle it. You'll wake up healed, without any..." He clears his throat, and doesn't finish the sentence, changing tracks. "I promise, June. I won't let anything terrible happen. You don't have to suffer. You'll be okay, you'll see."

He's not good at this. He never has been.

She had heard of the risks before, of having a child in space, but she never thought about what they would truly mean for her

All her emotions felt so overwhelming, so suffocating yet at the same time she just felt so empty

She squeezed her eyes shut, tightly holding onto him as she mumbled almost incoherently*

Still, she barely responded to being picked up, tightening her grip just enough to assure herself she wouldn’t fall, even though she trusted Curly wouldn’t let that happen

She was, however, a bit surprised to feel the edge of the counter beneath her. Glancing back at it and rather hesitantly letting go of Curly, she almost doesn’t let go of his arm as she looked at the floor but she knew she couldn’t keep being so childish

She quietly hiccuped as she wiped her tears with her sleeve, wrapping her other arm around herself until he handed the cup of water*

.. T-Thank You…

"Hey, there you are; it took a while to track you down. I apologize for not checking in sooner...have you been okay? I heard some pretty wild rumors about you a few days ago...god, has it been a week already?..."

Of course, there's no telling which rumors he heard exactly, but considering the way his gaze drifts curiously down to her middle, it's not all that hard to guess, either.

( @curlygrant44 )

*she had, admittedly, thrown herself into her work to distract herself but it didn’t do as well as she hoped

She pinched the bridge of her nose and waited for the machine to give her her snack

It was far too easy to get lost in thought these days, nearly jumping out of her skin at Curly “suddenly” appearing beside her*

BloodyHellCurly!

*she let out a relieved sigh, holding a hand over her pounding heart for a moment. She chuckled softly, looking up at him, though her smile wavered seeing how rough he looked*

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He rubs at his cheek sheepishly, and gives her a lingering once-over. "I'm alright enough..."

He's not. It may not be clear exactly what the issue is, but 'alright' is about the furthest thing from how any reasonable person would describe him right now -- not that Curly leaves a lot of time to dwell on that before pressing onward. "What about you? There were a lot of anons saying you were, uh. Well. N-not that it's probably any of my business...but they were saying you're expecting."

There something about being asked by Curly, someone she already knew and trusted, that made it feel uncomfortably real

All her symptoms, all her troubles, all her fears…

She tried to keep her breathing steady, slowly starting to shake her head*

Curly blinks, and nods to himself. "They do lie quite a bit, yeah...I apologize for bothering you, then." He tries to smile, hoping that maybe he can put her at ease.

His hand reaches for his own belly, briefly, hovering for just a second before he catches himself and forces his hand back down to his side.

"I'm, uh. I'm glad you're...not...that, that's good. That you don't have to deal with the, um, aftermath. Of something like that."

Would it.. Really be that bad..?

*she shook her head softly, forcing a small smile* I’m- I’ve been.. Fine, A touch more tired than usual but…

The way she asks it...the fatigue, the movement of her hand earlier...he knows what she'd said, but Curly can't help feeling some kind of sense that June is just hiding the truth from him out of fear. This time, he's going to trust his gut.

Curly sighs.

"It's better to end it sooner than later. There's no way for a baby to survive to term. If you're lucky you might survive the process...but more likely, you'd just come back after the inevitable. For one thing, replacing lost blood isn't really viable up here..." He runs a hand through his hair, already uncomfortable with the topic but needing her to know what she's getting into.

"If you die and it's still, uh. Inside. It'll come back with you. You have to...you know. Get it out first."

He can't say the words. Not directly. He just can't stand to, not when this is suddenly so real for the both of them. But even so, Curly wants to make sure she knows she's not alone; that he's here to help.

He tries for a smile, although it ends up being more of a sympathetic grimace than anything. "I-if you need help with...it...I'm here for you. Always."

His hand starts to drift again, and this time he hooks his thumb in his belt, hoping that the motion is subtle enough for her not to really notice it at all.

Barbecue chips. That’s all she could think about for the better part of the day, how everything would work out, would be worth it if she could just get some for herself

It could work out - everything she’s been through, all her dreams of the future; settling down, getting married, having kids

It would work out - her thoughts were racing, she wasn’t pregnant, why did she care so much about this? Why did it hurt so much?

It wouldn’t have - would it?

Before she could fully realize it, she had tears rolling down her face, breath hitching as she stared down at the crisps in her trembling hand before slowly curling into herself*

He should have seen that coming. Curly feels like such an asshole, and although he reaches out to hold her, he stops short of any actual contact, just hovering nearby. It doesn't feel right to presume.

"Shit. I, I'm sorry, June...it's going to be okay. Alright? No matter how it happens, I'll be here for you. Jim and Jimmy too, you know? We all care about you."

God, could he have been more insensitive? She's going through something so hard, something that would never normally have happened, and he's so flippant about it...

She almost thought this moment couldn’t get worse until Curly mentioned Jimmy and Captains and gods what was she going to tell them? Sure, Jimmy kind of knew something was up before, but how he feel knowing she’s actually

She’s actually pregnant

The full realization forces a sob out of her, clutching the half crashed bag of crisps to her chest for another moment before turning and tightly hugging Curly instead

He's just opened his mouth to apologize when she wraps her arms around him and clings to him -- and then everything else is forgotten. Nothing matters besides comforting June, enveloping her in a gentle hug, rubbing her back in soft circles to soothe her...

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to. We'll handle it together, you're not alone, I promise. We can have Anya sedate you so you don't have to be aware while we...handle it. You'll wake up healed, without any..." He clears his throat, and doesn't finish the sentence, changing tracks. "I promise, June. I won't let anything terrible happen. You don't have to suffer. You'll be okay, you'll see."

He's not good at this. He never has been.

She had heard of the risks before, of having a child in space, but she never thought about what they would truly mean for her

All her emotions felt so overwhelming, so suffocating yet at the same time she just felt so empty

She squeezed her eyes shut, tightly holding onto him as she mumbled almost incoherently*

"Put the gun down on my chair," he tells him first. It's sharper, harsher than he means to be, and Curly shakes his head and corrects himself. "Please put the gun down, I mean. We can take it to Sunshine after we're done."

Fighting in the cockpit isn't the best idea, but it's a better one than fighting in the common room, if this goes where he's hoping it will.

"Not even a whole minute," he sighs under his breath. "What a joke."

( @curlygrant44 )

Jimmy is fairly robotic as he turns to look at the man, quickly following the order as soon as it’s given.

As soon as it’s done, however, he relaxes a lot more. Rubbing at his back while his tail assumes a familiar motion to Curly’s.

“ Christ, you left me waiting a while. On actual fucking autopilot…”

At Curly’s plight, however, he snickers.

He doesn't exactly mean to comply with Jimmy's urging, but he can't stop himself regardless, arching his back and mewling, "rightthereohgod, Jimmy! Right there, please, fuck, god, putitin- oh- n-need it, please, in me!" as he fumbles and then sinks two fingers into him.

The way Curly yowls, pushing himself back into Jimmy's fingers desperately, tail curling around his wrist, is evidence of just how hungry he is for this even before he can manage any more coherent words -- and of course, when Jimmy does taunt him with the retreat of his fingers, leaving him empty and wanting, he only presses himself more insistently into the floor, arching and displaying himself so prettily with his tail held up and out of the way in the hopes of tempting Jimmy into giving him what he needs, what they both need.

Maybe that's what works or maybe it was always going this way; his lust-addled mind has no idea, but Curly doesn't have to wait more than a couple of seconds before Jimmy is mounting him from behind and sinking teeth into his nape.

And then he stops.

Curly can't move, not with the teeth biting the back of his neck and making his whole body feel weak. He can't push back into Jimmy or try to flip them and ride him-

So he begs, because he's full but it's still not enough, when he needs for Jimmy to move, to fuck him until they're both sated, however long that does or doesn't take.

"P-please, Jimmy, fuckplease- needyouneedyougod, please! Fuck. F-f- oh, gh- Jimmy! Don't, ah, don't stop, please. Be so good, sogood, gonna. Oh- gonna take it so good for you, please- just- don'tstop!"

Well, he doesn’t need to be asked twice, especially not with such a wonderful scene infront of him.

Curly wants it so badly, and he’ll get it.

There’s little hesitance- only a growl from his chest that’s more affirmative than anything else, and then he’s fucking into Curly like he needed to. He’s by no means gentle, but what did it matter? Surely neither of them wanted it to be. Already he finds himself panting but refusing to release his jaws’ hold on the man under him.

One hand scrabbles to hold onto Curly’s hips, but the other is placed onto one of Curly’s own hands, a slight effort to try to lace fingers together. Surprisingly sweet, given his brain and body has taken on the sole objective of fucking Curly stupid.

Not just that, given his own firm hold. Jimmy wants- needs to knock up the man under him. It’s probably a terrible idea. It’s probably just the haze talking. But mating instinct takes its hold and as he ruts into Curly, he means it.

Jimmy needs to breed him like the stupid bitch he is.

Every vocalization is an encouragement, his tail swaying and flicking hearing Curly’s thoughtless cries. So handsome, gorgeous, and his.

That's what he needed. The impact of a body against his, firm thrusts that send tingles of pleasure up his spine...Jimmy's teeth still sunk into the back of his neck don't bother him at all; far from it, the touch grounds him, reminding him who's in control right now.

It's everything he's needed, to just surrender and be claimed by another. He may not realize they're thinking along the same lines, but whether it's the magic that changed them influencing their thoughts or anything else, Curly's mind is in the same place. Right now, just for now, he's Jimmy's.

He couldn't hold back if he tried, gasping out pleas between thready moans. "J-Jimmy, god, please, needitneedyouffffuck, don't- oh! Don't stop, fuck, y-yours, make me yours!"

It's all a game, nothing serious, but right now in the moment it's what he needs more than anything, to be claimed, kept, bred.

Curly arches into it the thrusts the best he can, lifting his hips slightly and hoping to angle Jimmy deeper, to make sure that when he finishes it all stays inside where it belongs -- it doesn't matter if Jimmy finishes quickly or not, as long as he fills Curly properly.

Music to his ears. Curly wants what he does, and he can't help but try to sate them both.

Teeth unlatch from the back of his neck, a little out of concern but more to start biting elsewhere, kissing and sucking and leaving marks. This is how he'll claim what belongs to him. This is how he'll make sure that Curly and everyone else knows that for this instance he doesn't care, for this instance Pumpkin is his.

Jimmy's more than happy to try to bury himself as far as he can manage. So kind of Curly to let him angle proper, thrusting into him like he wants to keep him there forever. It's such a pretty scene and he can't even appreciate it proper in the animalistic haze they're both stuck inside.

" Mine," he murmurs between the onslaught, " Mine, mine, so handsome, warm, good, mine. Fffuck, you're good. Mine, mineminemine..."

Already Jimmy's tempted to finish, but that's no fun. His length is throbbing inside and threatening to spill. Just not yet. Curly needs to enjoy it more than him. He wants, needs to pump Curly full, to fuck it all into him after and do it again and again. He could probably last a few rounds, even if it hurts. This isn't about him, after all. It's about the man under him, the claim he's trying to stake.

Jimmy is most assuredly doing it right.

Beneath him, Curly has started clawing uselessly at the floor with his free hand, tail twined around Jimmy's waist as if that can keep him from pulling away; his moans haven't stopped, but they've devolved more and more, the begging becoming nothing more than an animalistic yowling that must sound truly terrible to anyone else...

At least, anyone besides Jimmy. To him, it's surely confirmation of how well he's doing, that Curly can't even manage a coherent word, even to plead for what he wants so desperately. He's even -- although Jimmy would likely be hard-pressed to tell with his face pressed into the metal flooring -- started to drool slightly, as his body feels further and further away in the overwhelming tide of pleasure.

Right now, here in this cockpit, it's true. He does belong to Jimmy, surrendering to him entirely, and willingly, in every way; while it's likely neither of them has the presence of mind to move, and this position is perfectly good, if Jimmy were to turn him over so they were face to face he wouldn't even care, as long as the perfect, delicious friction of the length inside him didn't stop unmaking his brain.

His body is trembling, not only with the force of the thrusts as Jimmy ruts him with the greatest of resoluteness, but from the pleasure as well. As it mounts, overwhelming his senses, Curly's voice creeps higher, more frantic, more insistent- Until the moaning stops entirely, giving way to a harsh panting as his muscles go taut, body rigid beneath Jimmy, the end he needs desperately so very near.

It's the calm before the storm, the buildup to his climax so intense that it nearly steals his breath away entirely.

He's right there, so near the edge, and he needs.

And Jimmy, faithful and doggedly determined to make good on his promises and deliver what Curly has begged so prettily for, finally gets what he wants and makes Curly feel much, much better -- poised quietly on the precipice for so long, it makes the near-scream when Curly is finally tipped over the edge and his vision whites out with the mind-numbing bliss that overtakes him that much louder echoing off metal walls and glass screens in comparison, surely, and coupled with the way his body writhes and bucks beneath Jimmy as if it has a mind of its own, it could perhaps be startling to anyone less attentive.

But Jimmy's observant, and utterly dialed into the moment. It's not too likely that he missed the signs of what was approaching...

Oh, he won’t ever forget these sounds. Pride wells in his chest and it’s a mix between both him and animal. Curly got so wonderfully loud, lost control entirely, and it was all because of him. Perfect, perfect, perfect…

He doesn’t stop his movements just yet, though his bites turn solely to kisses, a gentle murmur of “Fuuck, I’m so close, you can take it, you need it, I’m almost there, just a little more,” streaming out.

Jimmy almost even thought to apologize. But why would he? Curly likely was rather familiar with the feeling, being sensitive and yet having more and more stimulus building up until it hurts. Really, Curly should be thanking him for even bothering to follow through.

He almost thinks to insist that Curly should before his whole body shudders and he realizes the heat inside him threatening to spill out now.

The sound Jimmy makes is almost choked as he hits his own climax, burying his face into Curly’s neck and near whining out in pleasure as the hand on Curly’s hip digs in with claws. It’s all he can do to stabilize himself as he haphazardly continues to rut inside all through his peak, trying to make sure everything stays inside.

He doesn't register the words, only the tone. Gentler, warmer, but still insistent despite the kisses pressed against his skin being so much softer. It soothes him a little; Curly is no less overwhelmed, no less confused and disoriented and desperate for something he can't even name anymore, but the softness calms him in a way it never ordinarily would. Freed somewhat from his human baggage by the animal instincts, the gentleness is more than just tolerable now. It feels good.

Everything about Jimmy feels good, as a matter of fact. He's not the same as Jim, no, but they fit together so well in their own way, his size perfect to feel but not quite too much when he gets truly rough -- and even the way his claws dig in, prompting a sharp gasp, is the perfect counterpoint to the wave of something indescribably beautiful that Curly feels at the surge of warmth within him, the feeling of being filled-

God, yes, this is what he needed.

Even Jimmy's weight against him is just right, warm and comfortingly heavy without being too smothering, and the way he purrs, the sound vibrating through them both...he echoes it unconsciously, at least as well as he can, considering that he's definitely still drooling on the floor, eyes closed, so relaxed that he could nearly fall asleep now... It's been at least eight months since he's been fucked this good. Maybe more like ten. And after everything he's been dealing with, all of the worries that go along with his position in a circumstance so dire, the one thing he's needed more than anything was to simply turn his brain off and feel.