#suspirium

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In the time you had lived together, you and Spinner had wordlessly achieved a mutual understanding to never acknowledge one another's private activities. If you heard a weird noise, no you didn't. If a door was closed, it stayed closed, no matter the status of the lock.

Hence your tremendous shock when, whilst flicking the bean late into the night, you were interrupted by Shuichi bursting into your room with the force of a stampeding bison.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You tried to exclaim quietly, lest the neighbors become alarmed. Pulling your blankets up, you waited for Shuichi to realize his mistake, to flush and panic and stumble awkwardly out of the room and avoid your gaze for a solid week at least.

But he didn't. Spinner stood there, reptilian eyes locked on yours, the sliver of an iridescent glow visible in his pupils. His nostrils flared, and you were suddenly too aware of how your aroused scent hung thick in the air.

"Dude, what are you doing in my room?" You hissed quietly, urgently.

He hesitated, as if trying to remember how to speak. "I...needed to see you."

The ambient light of the window showed reddish mottling on his throat. It twitched, emitting a steady, quiet chirruping sound that might have been soothing, if the whole situation weren't so bizarre.

"Can't this wait until morning? I'm...busy." You doubted Shuichi had much experience with the ladies, but there was no way he was this dense.

In a gritty, pained voice, he proved you right. "I know." His erratic movements as he staggered forward might have been amusing, if they weren't so alarming. "I know what you're doing, I can smell you from my room, fuck I can taste you from here!"

You tensed, still more confused than anything as he lumbered towards you like a man dying of thirst in the desert might crawl toward an oasis. Spinner looked, unwell almost. Aside from the unusual, flushed coloration in his scales, he moved unnaturally, as though he were fighting himself at every step. He was panting, tongue flicking occasionally, making you nervous now that you knew what he sought to taste.

"What's the matter with you? Spinner seriously, are you okay? Did you take something? Dude if you fail a stupid drug test we're both f-"

"Nah. Just, that time of the year," he murmured, finally looking like himself, embarrassed by his own admission.

"Jesus, what are you, in heat?" You joked bitingly. When his only answer was to look even more embarrassed, you softened. "Oh... Ah, not sure if it's the best idea for me to uh, take advantage of your, erm, condition-"

The heat of his gaze returned to you. Feeling it, you fanned yourself with the blanket that had been held so securely to your chest-- inadvertently wafting another wave of smells towards your troubled teammate. His mouth opened, tongue lolling slightly as the pheromones found his Jacobson's organ, and he moaned.

You stopped, but too late. He approached again, this time closer. Frankly, if he were any closer, he'd be inside you. He straddled your lap, nuzzling into your neck, breathing heavy with a desire to take in your scent and the exertion of holding back. Fuck but the weight of him felt good, solid and muscular and cool against your burning flesh.

You shivered at the feel of his cold scales against your jaw, contrasted by hot breath fanning your neck with desperate pleas. "I'm sorry, you smell so good, need you, you're so warm, j-just against your leg even, please, I'm sorry, sorry..."

"Stop apologizing," you murmured, and his breath hitched in anticipation of a firm rejection. You looked into his eyes, somehow bleary and focused all at once, and felt a strange guilt at what you were about to say. "...you interrupted me. You make that right, then...I'll let you."

Spinner's head shot up, his wide eyes meeting yours with disbelief. "Y-you will? What...do you want me to, uh..."

Trying to sound confident, you lounged back, allowing the blanket to slip into your lap. "Lick me."

"Lick...you," he echoed, thoroughly distracted by your now exposed breasts. "Where?"

You snorted, wondering if his sudden loss of brain function was caused by the rut or if this was just Shuichi himself. "My pussy. ...and wherever else you want, I gue-IEE!!"

Clawed hands dug into your sides, as Spinner's long snout closed around one soft breast. One of your hands shot to your mouth, muffling the startled shriek, as the other locked into Spinner's wild pink hair. He didn't seem to notice, panting as he sloppily lapped at your tit, his slobbery tongue laving over the nipple as his teeth dug lightly into the soft flesh.

"Spinner! Fuck, careful!" Still, you squirmed, arching your back to meet his long, greedy tongue. You tried to squeeze your legs together, but, much to your dismay, found Spinner's already between them.

He straddled one of your thighs, shamelessly humping away as he licked and sucked and nibbled. He only stopped long enough to rub his face against your tits. "You're warm, so waaarm, you're so pretty."

You whined, in pure agony after your earlier denial, followed so closely by his sudden, intense attentions. "I swear if you cum dry humping my leg before I fucking get off-"

"R-right, my bad." Shuichi's hands shook as he pulled the blanket aside entirely, only to clench hard enough to tear the fabric when he caught your unobstructed scent. A low rumble emanated from his throat.

The animalistic display must have tickled some deep, primal part of your brain. You rested back on one elbow, opening your legs to your normally reserved roommate. A gentle tug on his pretty pink locks was all it took; you nearly shrieked when his long tongue shoved into your cunt, waggling against your walls with no regard for your wailing.

Your thighs closed around his head; his hands closed around your upper thighs, squeezing hard enough to make you squeak and squirm. His grip strength was shocking, and even in your haze you knew you'd be wearing his handprints for a long time.

Enthusiasm more than made up for a lack of experience. Some credit went to being warmed up already, but still, it was Shuichi who pushed you over the edge. And it was Shuichi's name that you called as you came.

It may have been the sound of his real name falling from your lips, or the knowledge that he made you come, or the overabundance of pheromones in the aftermath. Whatever the cause, Spinner's control snapped.

You hardly registered the shift in his demeanor, too busy catching your breath. He had gone back to grinding against your leg, with no resistance from you. By the time your senses returned, his second quirk had already activated.

It was the tearing of cloth that alerted you; you looked up just in time to see him reaching into the tattered remains of his shorts, roughly gripping the pair of dripping cocks to jerk them over your drenched pussy. A second huge hand planted itself next to your head, supporting Shuichi's bulked form as he loomed over you, breathing heavy and ragged.

"Mate?" His thick, growling voice made you shiver.

"Easy there, big guy." You swallowed. "Is that a request, or-."

You squealed as a huge, wet tongue dragged between your breasts then up your neck. He tilted his head up, giving you a clear view of his red-mottled throat. It quivered as he let out a long, low rumble; a feral, terrifying display...which became oddly charming once you realized it was meant to impress you.

Hesitantly, you raised a hand. Soft, warm fingertips grazed over smooth scales, making his thick hide twitch. A cautious smile tugged at your lips, and a giggle escaped them.

It happened quickly. Huge, clawed hands wrapped around your midsection, flipping you over onto your belly with little ceremony. Indignantly, you pushed yourself to your hands and knees, ready to scold, "Seriously Shu-?" Then he bit.

His breath was hot on the back of your neck, making you shiver at the chill of the world around you. Teeth held fast to your shoulder, not yet sinking in, but certainly capable of doing so. Your own breathing was all shuddering gasps, fearful excitement at the feel of his huge body surrounding yours so easily...as well as a very real fear concerning the pair of frankly monstrous members hanging hot and heavy between your thighs.

If Spinner were more in his mind, you might humor an attempt to prepare you. You looked at his hands, braced to either side of yours and thrice the size, careless and crude with massive claws...no, a different technique was in order.

You raised your hips; he grunted when they met his. Your thighs closed, squeezing around the tips of his cocks, so you reached down to adjust him. No sooner were his shafts properly nested in the damp heat between your thighs, that he started. The wet of your pussy and his pre lubricated the slide, but the force of it still knocked you forward. You barely managed to brace yourself against the next one in time.

Either he didn't know or didn't care that he wasn't actually inside you. He pounded away, hard and fast, sending tremors through your body as you struggled just to remain on hands and knees. His cocks, you discovered, were ridged in the most pleasant way. One of them had made a track sliding over your labia, the bumpy flare of the glans catching your clit.

Your arms gave out first; you folded them, bowing your head to rest so you could just focus on keeping your ass raised and your quivering thighs pressed together. One massive hand covered the back of your head, and you whimpered pitifully at just how secure it felt being pinned. Spinner curled over your back, humping faster, panting harder. The moment your legs started to falter, his other arm locked around your midsection, keeping you in position.

A sticky wetness hit your stomach, sliding up, tickling as it travelled along the undersides of your tits. You went to move, to loosen your legs, and cried out when he bit down. It was then that you realized his movements never stopped, only slowed, and he was picking up again.

Spinner rumbled to you again, a wordless warning, and promise, that he wasn't finished. The vibration shook your bones. The cum that caught on your thighs only let him move faster. That shaft gliding against your clit throbbed, hot, heavy, beautiful friction to your already overstimulated sex.

Your orgasm didn't slow him at all. You pressed your face into the blankets to muffle the incessant keening you couldn't hold in. Your attempted wild thrashing and bucking were nothing to Spinner. When your legs finally gave and you slid down onto your belly, he simply followed. You half sobbed as he lay on top of you, fucking between your sticky thighs like he was never going to stop.

Massive arms created a cage around your head and shoulders, pinning you in, secure and adored. Moans continued to escape you as your head lolled towards one, searching for something to do with your mouth besides scream. It was hard to tell, but Spinner seemed to enjoy your love bites, rumbling again as you clumsily licked and gnawed at a bicep bigger than your skull. That arm tightened around your neck and shoulder, not quite squeezing, but at least providing support, and making it easier to indulge your new oral fixation.

Eventually, the arm was just something to cling to as you hung on the precipice of unconsciousness. Your pussy pulsed between pleasure and numbness, and you were so far gone that it took you a minute to notice when he finally stopped moving.

A hiss like steam finally brought you some degree of awareness. Spinner's weight lessened as his body shrank back down to its normal size. Still, he didn't move away. Slow, even breathing made you realize he was dead asleep, still laying on your back, still with his cocks stuffed between your legs. You'd likely be half stuck together by morning if you stayed like this, you realized with a lazy snort.