CHAPTER 26 #2
“Huh?” Again, Johnny’s brain seemed to short out a second before his eyes snapped wide open. “Wait. You can get pregnant?”
Victor wanted to slap him. It served him right for being so attracted to one of the world’s most oblivious men. “Uh, yeah.”
“I just figured you couldn’t since you became a… you know. A man.”
“I want you to explain to me what you think becoming a man entails.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I didn’t know you could—”
“Nevermind, do you have a condom or not?”
“I think I do. Lemme get my wallet.” Johnny tapped Victor’s leg with a hand, and Victor climbed off him briefly so Johnny could lift a buttcheek and go digging around his wallet for a condom.
Thankfully he seemed to have a few, and when he pulled one out, Victor snatched it out of his hand to look at the expiration date.
“I’m always ready for action,” Johnny said with a bit of smarminess. Victor asked himself if he truly wanted to fuck this man and sadly the answer came back as a definite dear God yes.
He wiped off Johnny’s smirk by grabbing his head and kissing him again, this time perching one knee on the bale to keep his balance.
Johnny yanked him in closer, using a hand to sweep Victor’s shirt up his chest so that Johnny could kiss the line of hair from Victor’s chest to his navel.
Victor held his head with one hand and braced himself against the bars of the stall with the other, biting back a breathy moan as Johnny pushed a free hand into his briefs and across his cock.
Johnny paused, and Victor predicted the question before he even spoke it.
“Uh—”
“Testosterone makes it bigger,” Victor bit out. He really was trying to stay in the mood and Johnny kept ruining it.
“Now hang on.” Johnny grasped Victor’s jeans on each side of his hips and shoved them down past his ass, seemingly to get a better look. “Hot damn. That’s—hmm.”
“Wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer,” Victor grumbled.
Johnny leaned back enough that he could look Victor in the eye. “Don’t get all bent outta shape. I ain’t said nothin’ bad about it.” He paused, his gaze drawn back to Victor’s crotch. “Kinda like it, actually.”
“Then can you do something with your mouth outside of talk?” Victor asked, tone dancing between rude and teasing.
Johnny pursed his lips a moment, like he was thinking of how to take it.
Then he shrugged before leaning forward, latching his mouth around a nipple, and cradling Victor’s groin between the curve of his thumb and forefinger.
Victor grabbed a fistful of his hair, curling his body around Johnny as he started to sink back into a horny bliss.
As much as he wanted Johnny to eat him out, he realized their position probably wouldn’t work well for it.
Fucking someone nine inches taller than you came with logistical problems. So Victor decided to be happy with Johnny’s fingers, especially when they dipped inside with the confidence of a man who knew what to do with his hands.
Victor’s head dropped, no longer bothering to hold back his moans.
Just as he felt himself starting up that crest of orgasm, Johnny pulled back and lightly slapped his rump.
So Victor sucked in a wet breath and straightened, allowing Johnny to stand.
Once on his feet, Johnny released the clearly straining cock from inside his jeans, and Victor tore off the wrapper of the condom he had forgotten he was still holding.
Whatever happened after that, Victor’s memory of it was patchy.
Because of the height difference, Victor had to climb Johnny like a damn pole, but months of waiting for this moment lent Victor superhuman strength for the feat.
The moment Johnny was inside him, Victor turned feral.
He kissed and bit whatever part of Johnny was within reach of his mouth, from his lips to his ear to his throat, all while fisting either his hair or his shirt.
Johnny gave back whatever he took, fucking Victor as ferociously as he could manage until his arms wore out.
After that, Victor spun himself around and let Johnny fuck him from behind, latching one hand onto a stall bar while the other tugged and rubbed at his own dick.
Sometimes Johnny would hit his second wind, and Victor would hold the stall with both hands, just to stay upright.
It wasn’t the most coordinated or creative fuck Victor had ever indulged in, but it felt so fucking good, good enough that Victor orgasmed twice in the time it took Johnny to come.
Which was a bit embarrassing really—typically Victor could win any longevity competition against a cis man.
It was what a year of longing did to you.
As he weathered the vestiges of his orgasm, Johnny wrapped both arms around Victor’s waist and clung to him, his breath hot and heavy against Victor’s neck.
Victor had to catch his breath as well, and as they stood in silence, it was that moment that Sprout chose to lift his tail and let loose a stream of greenish-brown diarrhea.
Both Johnny and Victor burst out giggling, still panting. Johnny finally pulled out, and Victor straightened, watching as Sprout turned around and looked straight at him.
“Enjoy the show?” Victor asked him, still biting back giggles.
Sprout let out a loud and belly-heaving sigh.
“Looks like your lil pony is gonna make it,” Johnny said behind Victor. Victor rushed to pull up his pants—something you could never do with any damn dignity—and turn around. Johnny had crossed the corridor to toss the condom out in the trash, but he paused before he did so.
“Uh, is this an appropriate place for this, or…?”