March Prompt: The Morning After (NC-17 for sexuality)

[jeriendhal]

 

Leinglo: How about an anecdote detailing Rolas’ past relationship with Cannonloader, maybe how they met or a (potentially spicy) misadventure they got through together.

When Rolas awoke, he became aware of several things at once. One, his head was pounding from what he recognized a nasty hangover. Two, his ass was sore. Three, he was very much naked. Finally four, there was a very heavy, warm weight laying across him that smelled like his commanding officer.

He cracked open his eyes slightly. Sure enough, Dak was laying half across Rolas, one arm wrapped possessively around his chest. The red furred, barrel chested technical lieutenant  was breathing slowly in deep sleep, his own breath smelling of the same alcohol that filled Rolas' mouth. Looking around, the brown furred foxen could see they were in what looked like a cheap transients hotel, of the sort catering to civilian or military ship personnel on shore leave, like they were.

What had happened? They'd been out bar hopping, the immediate area around the port offering little else for entertainment. Rolas had accompanied Dakarious reluctantly, in no mood to drink, but not really wanting to be alone either.

Oh, fuck, Rolas thought. How much did I drink? Enough, quite evidentially. He'd thought his covert glances at Dak while they had worked together onboard the ship had been more… covert. Painfully aware now what an idiot he must have made of himself, he furtively tried to slip out from underneath Dak's considerable weight to leave, but the heavier foxen merely stirred slightly and snugged Rolas in closer to him.

"Mmm…. Goooooood morning, Spacer Rolas," Dak greeted him, his muzzle opening wide, lips peeling back from his fangs as he let out a cheery, beery yawn.

"Good morning, Sergeant," Rolas returned reluctantly. "Er, what happened?"

"We got drunk, and then we fucked," Dak replied in his same cheerful tone. "I had every intention of just letting you get a lie down to sleep the beer off, but you had other ideas." He shifted slightly, laying directly atop Rolas, his blue eyes bright and happy.

"I… see…" Rolas replied. "I was rather forward, I take it?"

"Considerably," Dak said. "Quite unlike how you normally conduct yourself."

"Oh, I'm so sormmrph!" Rolas' apology was cut off as Dak cradled his head in his paws and planted a deep kiss on Rolas' muzzle. Rolas moaned into it as their tongues wrapped around each others', their mutual erections rising as their bodies pressed tightly together.

"I was about to add 'I was very pleased,'" Dak finished when they broke off the kiss. "Were you?"

"I think so," Rolas admitted, his ears heating up.

"You think?" Dak head cocked to one side. "Morning after regrets? Should I have just put you to bed instead?"

"No, no," Rolas said quickly. "It's just… I wish I could remember more of it. It was…" His ears heated up more, to the point that it felt like they might combust. "It was my first time, with… anyone…"

Dak eyes widened and his ears flicked back in surprise. "Oh! Well then, we better make some happy memories for you then!" He grinned and took hold of Rolas' wrists, flipping him over face down onto the bed. "Shall we?" he asked.

Rolas closed his eyes as he raised his tail up obediently. "What will we tell the ship's guard if we board late though?"

"We got held up in docking procedures," Dak replied, grinning.

"Aye, aye, Sgt…."