Mr. Fox opened the door, and Arcade shoved him in before the NCR dunce could try and be a gentleman about it. He closed the door behind them, flipped the deadbolt, and pressed him against the wall- pressed a sloppy kiss to chapped lips, kissed down his jaw to the neck, and bit there while his hands clamped to his hips, ground their pelvises together. Mr. Fox gasped, hands fisted in Arcade’s collar (pulling or pushing, he’s still fuzzy on that point) and hips bucking back eagerly. That put a smile on Arcade’s face, who reached down between them and palmed him to half-mast. The doctor released his neck, and Fox’s voice was so high-pitched, the noise he made could be better described as a squeak than a grunt. He knocked off the hat (disappointing he didn’t have any hair to grab) and yanked the suit jacket down to his wrists; he could do the rest. Arcade dropped to his knees and went to work on his belt buckle. “What’s your name?” he asked.
He had the most gorgeous eyes, looking down at Arcade with a face like the first time Arcade saw a deathclaw (so, like a week ago). He swallowed as the doctor unzipped him. “W-.... Vulpes.”
Arcade had a hand on his dick, and paused to look up at him. “That’s Latin. F’r Fox.”
Vulpes was still breathing heavy as he nodded, left eyebrow twitching up a storm.
Arcade devolved into giggles. “Your name’s Fox Fox?” He laughed outright before exposing Fox Fox’s member and giving it a few quick pumps. He was still chuckling when he sucked it into his mouth, bobbed a couple times, and swirled his tongue around the head. Vulpes wasn’t particularly endowed, but he was pretty aesthetically pleasing, without excessively pronounced veins and a nice upward curve- but the best thing was how absolutely dumbfounded he looked that someone was touching his genitals. He had a face like he’d never gotten a blowjob before- and Arcade didn’t mind one bit. He pulled off, licked a line up the shaft, and Vulpes was clawing at the wall, breathing heavy.
“How y’doin’ up there?” he mumbled, tonguing at the frenulum before slipping him in his mouth again. Vulpes’s eyes fluttered; he sounded like he was ready to pop already, so Arcade pulled off and stood. Wow, was he really that much taller than this Vulpes guy? “Or... How y’doin’ down there?”
He giggled as Vulpes’s eyes came open, a cool shade of blue, nonplussed and dilated. He giggled as he kissed him, an eager tongue meeting a cautious one, lithe, nervous hands settling on his chest, then working insistently at the buttons of his shirt. He giggled as he undid the little bow around Vulpes’s neck- some kind of tie, but not a bowtie, more like a tie-bow...? Whatever; it was like unwrapping a present with a dick. Dick-in-a-box.
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In Vino Veritas [2a/2]
Date: 2014-08-14 08:19 pm (UTC)He had the most gorgeous eyes, looking down at Arcade with a face like the first time Arcade saw a deathclaw (so, like a week ago). He swallowed as the doctor unzipped him. “W-.... Vulpes.”
Arcade had a hand on his dick, and paused to look up at him. “That’s Latin. F’r Fox.”
Vulpes was still breathing heavy as he nodded, left eyebrow twitching up a storm.
Arcade devolved into giggles. “Your name’s Fox Fox?” He laughed outright before exposing Fox Fox’s member and giving it a few quick pumps. He was still chuckling when he sucked it into his mouth, bobbed a couple times, and swirled his tongue around the head. Vulpes wasn’t particularly endowed, but he was pretty aesthetically pleasing, without excessively pronounced veins and a nice upward curve- but the best thing was how absolutely dumbfounded he looked that someone was touching his genitals. He had a face like he’d never gotten a blowjob before- and Arcade didn’t mind one bit. He pulled off, licked a line up the shaft, and Vulpes was clawing at the wall, breathing heavy.
“How y’doin’ up there?” he mumbled, tonguing at the frenulum before slipping him in his mouth again. Vulpes’s eyes fluttered; he sounded like he was ready to pop already, so Arcade pulled off and stood. Wow, was he really that much taller than this Vulpes guy? “Or... How y’doin’ down there?”
He giggled as Vulpes’s eyes came open, a cool shade of blue, nonplussed and dilated. He giggled as he kissed him, an eager tongue meeting a cautious one, lithe, nervous hands settling on his chest, then working insistently at the buttons of his shirt. He giggled as he undid the little bow around Vulpes’s neck- some kind of tie, but not a bowtie, more like a tie-bow...? Whatever; it was like unwrapping a present with a dick. Dick-in-a-box.