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Felix’s cheeks are flushed pink from the alcohol, and his lips are swollen and wet with spit when he pulls back from kissing Toa and hovers in place, suddenly filled with an all-too-familiar hesitation. He’s kneeling up on the bed that Toa is sitting on, one hand pressing down on Toa’s thigh where he’d been bracing himself as he leaned in.

“Is this good?” Toa asks. This is the closest they’ve come to doing anything, and each of the times before left him hard and aching all night, and tonight there’s nowhere for him to sleep except beside Felix. “Do you want this Felix?”

“No, it is good, it’s great,” Felix blinks the doubt away and squeezes Toa’s thigh, aware as always that it’s Toa’s bare thigh, barely covered by his grass skirt. His furs lie carelessly abandoned across the room. He’s used to Toa’s minimal wardrobe, and normally would consider him dressed, but not when he can see that the grass skirt is tented. He eyes the grey and pink skin peaking through the blades and mouths gently at a  bruise on Toa’s huge bicep. “I do want it. I want you.”

Felix feels his own cock is straining in his pants, twitching in time with his heartbeat, ready to jump free the second the clothes are gone. He’s fantasized about this dozens of times, perhaps more than he should, since before he’d even been sure of Toa’s interest. Skin against slick skin. Salt on his tongue. His tight ass impaled on that huge cock. Sinking deep into Toa’s heat. Toa moaning and screaming his name. Grinding him into the mattress, licking and sucking and -

“You have me.” Toa breathes against his temple, sending shivers down his spine. His breath smells of  mai tais. Toa’s hand moves to Felix’s disheveled shirt and pops the top button.

A fantasy is just a fantasy. The cool air on one more inch of skin kicks his brain into gear, reality is knocking at the door. Toa’s cock is the size of his forearm.

Felix jerks back so suddenly he almost somersaults over Toa’s other leg before the larger man can catch him. For a moment Felix considers playing it off that he’s too drunk to continue. But he makes the mistake of looking up at Toa, and he can already see hurt and confusion twisting his face, and he won’t risk making Toa feel guilty for taking advantage of him on top of that.

On a handful of other nights he’s done this - kissed Toa and then backed away, telling him he’s going to take first watch. He’s always done it before he had to really acknowledge how turned on they both were, before they were too entangled. But one of Toa’s hands is on his hip, gripping the fabric of his tented pants, and the other is wrapped around his upper arm, pulling him back in and away from a head injury against the hard floor.

“It’s okay to say you don’t want to if you don’t want to,” Toa says softly, the hand in his arm releasing Felix as he regains his balance. “Have sex with me, I mean. Just so we’re clear.”

Felix can’t look into that earnest face. He feels a twisting in his chest. “I do Toa. I knew what you meant.”

“Did I make you uncomfortable? Is it something I did? I’m sorry Felix.”

“No, no,” Felix covers his face with his hands, the skin prickling with red heat. “It’s not you, Toa. You’re not - it’s me.”

“How can I-“ Toa begins, but cuts himself off quickly. “I’m saying this because I want you to be comfortable and not because I just want to get in your pants, but is it something I can help you with?”

As a rule, Felix doesn’t usually lie to Toa unless it’s life or death, or it’s to spare his feelings. In this instance, he can’t think of a lie that would spare his feelings more than the truth. “If I’m honest Toa, I’m kinda scared you’re gonna split me in half, or else I’m just going to really disappoint you.”

“I can help with both of those things. We just won’t do anything that hurts you, and I won’t be disappointed.  I’m never disappointed in you, Felix, I always have high expectations and usually I find myself very appointed afterwards.” Toa’s voice is warm and genuine, but the humiliation makes Felix’s skin crawl under Toa’s hands, and he has to force himself not to arch away from them.

“Toa…” Felix scrubs at his face feverishly.

“Felix.” Toa lets go of his hip to cup his cheek, dislodging Felix’s own hands from pressing into his eyeballs. “I love you, you’re my best friend. I want to be close to you. I want to make you feel good.” Toa rubs a thumb over Felix’s lips, smearing the spit left on them from the kisses they’d shared earlier. For a moment Felix feels his cock throb with renewed interest, but this in itself is enough to remind him of why he was trying to escape.

“I… You’re very persuasive, but…” He turns his face away from Toa’s warm hand, pressing his cold fingers over his burning eyes. “I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s alright, Felix,” Toa says softly, releasing him with both hands. “I didn’t mean to pressure you. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“No,” Felix’s stomach flips and now instead of too hot the foot of extra space that has opened up between them feels icy. When Toa comforts Felix, he holds him. He doesn’t sadly back away in guilt. “I don’t want you to go.”

Felix reaches out to grab him, to pull him back in, but there’s only bare skin to touch. His fingers graze Toa’s huge bicep and he stops. Toa shudders.

“Is this gonna be a thing that we do? Where we just never…” Toa cuts himself off. “I’ll stay here if you want me to, but even though on the my people aren’t offended by nudity, it is kind of embarrassing to just sort of stand here with… this.”

They both stare down at Toa’s bobbing cock as it slowly begins to descend. This isn’t fair on Toa. Felix has managed to spread his own shame to his best friend. And staring at it makes Felix’s pants feel tight again.

“No, it’s… I don’t mean to mess you around, it’s just…” Felix stumbles, his tongue sticking to his dry mouth. He scrubs a hand over his eyes and blows up at his hair to stop it sticking to his forehead. He should have had one more drink. “Gods. Toa. It’s. There’s no way I can take your cock, but. If that’s what people from the Makani islands are expecting, you’re not even gonna feel me if I’m inside you.”

Felix groans, shielding his hot face as though he’s miscalculated a fireball.

“Aww, Felix!” Toa is still a little drunk, and the warmth in his voice does nothing to reduce the warmth in Felix’s cheeks as he jostles him in a playful embrace. “I’m not going to judge you! I wasn’t expecting you to be a goliath.”

“It’s embarrassing!” Felix hides in his hands as he’s buffeted about. “You’re like a mountain at the peak of physical fitness, and I’m like. A guy who spends too much time indoors! I’m not even really six foot tall, I’m just under five eleven!”

“Don’t be silly, Felix. I love you like this. I just want to be close to you. As close as I possibly can,” he squeezes tightly. “It’s like when you see a cute animal and you want it to be so close you could eat it up. But instead it’s my best friend and I want him so close he’s in me. Or my mouth, if that’s y’know, better for you.”

“Okay,” Felix says, because he’s run out of other things to say. He wriggles out of Toa’s grip. “Okay. We can try it, but we have to do it now, otherwise I’m gonna be too sober and I’ll get too freaked and back out again.”

“Really?” Toa asks, caught by the whiplash. “Like, you’re sure and you’re not just drunk?”

“Really. I gotta get out of these pants before I’m not drunk at all.”

Toa releases him, watching almost hesitantly as Felix begins a fumbling race to lose his clothes. Clammy and awkward, the shirt practically peels off and he doesn’t let himself pause to reconsider as he stands to shove his pants down and kick them away. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears and feel the blush creeping down his face and neck all the way to his chest.

When he lands on the bed in only his boxers, Toa is still and transfixed for a few seconds before he lurches forward and catches himself before they touch.

“You really want this?”

“Toa. Get on top of me.”

Toa does as he’s told. His huge hands slide over Felix’s bare skin, stroking his back and his chest and squeezing his ass. Their lips meet as Toa’s weight forces Felix back onto the mattress, uncoordinated and sloppy and urgent.

Felix gasps for air as one of Toa’s huge hands spans his chest, the tips of his thumb and his middle finger able to rub at both of his nipples at the same time. Toa is straddling his legs, and he can feel the grass skirt on his thighs and the weight of Toa’s cock pressed all the way between his mid-thigh and his hip. It doesn’t feel like he flagged at all during their conversation, leaking precum that soaks into the fabric of Felix’s underwear.

He reaches around the goliath and pulls at the fastenings of the skirt. Toa lifts himself up just enough for Felix to pull it away without tearing the fibres and look down at that huge throbbing cock.

He sees glimpses of Toa almost every day, and he’s seen him naked at least a dozen times, but he’s never seen all of Toa hard before. The head is fat and pink, glistening with precum as it twitches and the foreskin slides back.

Felix presses the palm of his hand to its underside, feeling the weight as he pushes it up against Toa’s belly. His fingers can’t even touch around its girth.

Toa moans and rolls his hips into the touch, breath hot against Felix’s ear. He arches his back to bend down and licks the salt off the human’s neck, kissing Felix’s throat and shoulder as he palms him through his boxers and feels him hard and grinding back.

“Can - oh!” Toa gasps as the palm of Felix’s hand wraps around his head and twists like he’s polishing a doorknob. He tugs on the waistband of Felix’s pants which are him preventing from returning the favour. “Take them off.”

Felix reluctantly lets go of Toa’s cock to struggle out of his underclothes. It flops back down to smack against his own as it jumps free.

“Oh gods, Toa!” Felix moans, arching up off the bed for a moment to rut against him before Toa’s hips press them both back down onto the mattress. He isn’t experienced, but the feeling is like nothing he’s ever imagined. Toa’s weight traps him and the friction of Felix’s cock makes Toa’s foreskin glide smoothly up and down his shaft. The size difference is absurd, but Toa doesn’t seem to mind, or perhaps he even enjoys it, and Felix is sweating and flushed from more than just shame.

Then Toa’s mouth, which had been against Felix’s neck, is sinking down, teeth scraping over his chest, a flat tongue lapping at his hard nipples and then tasting the skin of his belly and gently biting at his hip. Toa shifts to be between his legs rather than straddling them. Felix tries not to squirm, his eyes shut tight even though he knows that if he opened them he’d see no judgement on Toa’s face. His mind has concocted a dozen ways this scenario could go wrong, even if just a little, but all of them involve a long pause while Toa stares at him in sinking, perhaps secret disappointment. He jumps when he feels the goliath’s lips on the side of his cock ahead of schedule, kissing him from base to tip before he taking it into that warm, wet mouth.

“Oh! Oh gods!” Felix whines as Toa gently sucks his entire length, the head just touching the back of his throat. “Fuck, oh - Toa!”

Toa hums softly, probably just trying to ask if Felix is okay, but the vibrations ripple through his cock and up his spine.

Toa licks him, his tongue to the same scale as the rest of him, able to curl around his whole head and the rough suede drag of it as he laps forces the air out of Felix’s lungs in short, sharp gasps.

“Oh gods, please Toa,” Felix babbles as Toa suckles on his cock like it can sustain him, his huge tongue wrapping around its length as he swallows, pinning Felix to the bed with both hands on his hips so he can’t buck into the sensation.

“Toa! Please, if you don’t stop I’m gonna-“ he warns too late, as Toa licks the whole length of his cock as he pulls back from it, keeping only the head in his mouth and sucking gently on it as his tongue swirls over it.  As Felix cums he continues to gently suck and lap at him until every last drop is gone, and the moans are turning to gasps of agony from the stimulation.

When Toa finally pauses, Felix manages to open his eyes and look down at him. Toa’s mouth is still around the head of his cock as he looks back, meeting his gaze, and lightly licks at the head again, sending a violent shudder through Felix’s whole body. A smile pulls at the corners of Toa’s lips.

Felix can’t speak, his whole body tense and waiting for more agonising stimulation. If Felix tried to shove Toa away he’d move, but instead the human is digging his nails into his shoulder, more to hold him still than pull or push at him. Every time Felix thinks it might be over, Toa’s tongue moves a millimetre or he makes a small sound, sending a wave of not-quite-pain rippling through Felix’s whole abdomen. Perhaps this is a punishment, of sorts. Maybe Toa doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Felix can feel Toa’s pulse in his lower lip where it presses into his softening cock, slower and steadier than his own thundering heart.

Eventually Toa decides his cock has softened enough to be let go, and he releases it with a wet pop.

“Fuck!” Felix gasps as Toa moves back over him to kiss him on his open mouth. He can taste himself and feel that thick cock against his limp wet one. He gropes downwards until his fingers meet the swollen hot flesh, slipping against Toa’s copious precum.

When Toa pulls back his eyes are glazed and his lips are swollen.

“I didn’t know you’d be so…” Felix can’t find the word and lets himself trail off. He palms Toa’s cock again, rock hard, hot and heavy, and slick along its lower length where his precum has smeared up against Felix’s belly. He slaps lightly at Toa’s ass. “Roll over.”

Toa obeys him eagerly, flipping Felix with him as the bed groans beneath them. Felix ends up straddling his belly as Toa lies back against the twisted sheets. The head of Toa’s huge cock is trapped beneath Felix’s thigh and his own hip, and the goliath bucks into him, involuntarily and ineffectually.

Felix slides himself back between Toa’s legs. He’s too weak to even try and immobilise him. “Try not to crush me with these thighs, Toa.” His fingers sink into the surprisingly yielding flesh of Toa’s inner thigh as the goliath bends his legs out of the way. Felix gives in to temptation and bites it, sinking his teeth in, just hard enough to draw a gasp from Toa and a twitch from his cock. Why not get a little revenge while he’s at it? He’d long suspected that Toa was a bit of a masochist, and he knew he was one too, but he felt a strange pleasure in being the one to hurt Toa in a way he clearly enjoyed.

He kisses the mark and squeezes hard in Toa’s other thigh, wondering if he’s strong enough to leave fingerprints where the others might see them tomorrow. Toa is completely spread out before him, a string of precum connecting his neglected cock to his own belly. His balls are huge and tight, ready to spill when the time is right, and Felix releases his thighs to cup them in both ands, rolling them gently in the sack before lightly squeezing.

“Felix-“ Toa hisses, his thighs tensing but staying still. Just as he was told.

“What is it Toa?” Felix asks, getting no response as he bends forwards to kiss his way up Toa’s cock as the goliath had done to him. His lips glide in the precum, all the way to the head where he stops, pressing a flutter of kisses to the underside and drawing a fresh bead of slick from it with his fingers.

He coats them in all rhe precum he can gather from Toa’s body. Using his other hand he palms Toa’s balls up and out of the way, pressing his wet fingers to the opening below and pushing them inside. He expects little resistance, but Toa only accepts two slim fingers before Felix can feel him clutching at the intrusion, and above him Toa is gasping.

“Is this okay?” He asks, perhaps a little later than appropriate.

“Mhmm,” Toa nods. Felix takes it as permission to be a little rougher, gently grinding Toa’s balls against the base of his cock and squeezing in a third finger besides the first two.

He bites down in Toa’s thigh again, finally understanding the odd comment about wanting to eat something up. He does wish his cock was bigger - he does want to split Toa open, metaphorically of course, to impale him on a cock that stretches him wide and makes him gasp at the boundary of pain and pleasure. He licks at the bitten thigh as he slaps at a plump ass cheek, harder this time, and hears Toa whining his name.

Instead he leans down, bracing his elbows on Toa’s spread thighs to support his weight, and catches the bobbing head of that huge cock in his mouth.

It’s so slick now that it slips from between his lips when Toa bucks up and down on the bed, his teeth just lightly catching the rim.

“Oh, oh Felix, please,” Toa moans, as Felix bobs down and sucks it back into his open mouth. “Aah!”

Taking a leaf from Toa’s book, he  tongues at the head while he continues to suck, not wanting it to get away from him again.

He presses his fingers in deeper, reaching until they rub against a spot that almost makes Toa slam his legs shut before he manages to regain control. Then he works at it, flicking two of his fingers against it over and over as he sucks and licks and squeezes the larger man’s tightening balls.

Toa bucks into his mouth hard enough that he has to back off for a moment. “Stay still,” Felix wants him letting his balls drop to slap him on the ass again before he can pull the head of his cock back into his mouth.

Toa groans but does as he’s told, shuddering with each stroke of Felix’s fingers or lap of his tongue until he’s a gasping, moaning mess, gripping at the headboard with white knuckles that threaten to break it.

He lets out a wordless cry, muscles contracting around Felix’s fingers as his cock pulses and jumps in his mouth, filling it with a flood of slick and cum. Even the slightest buck of his hips as he orgasms sends it spilling out of the corner of Felix’s mouth, dripping from his chin and running down his throat.

Felix lets it run out, unsure if he should try to swallow, and instead does what Toa had done to him and continues to stroke at his prostate and suck at his cock.

Unlike Felix before him, Toa retains his ability to talk, but doesn’t ask him to stop. He continues to whimper

and gasp, one hand wringing at the messed up sheets. “Ah- Felix! Oh! Fuck!”

He’s only just beginning to soften when Felix releases him, a string of cum and saliva hanging between them as Toa tries to catch his breath. His fingers slip out and he wipes them on the sheet.

After a few seconds, Toa unlocks the muscles of his legs and pulls Felix up on top of him until they’re face-to-face on the bed, both of them tired but too giddy to collapse in a heap.

“See Felix, that was the opposite of disappointing,” Toa beams at Felix and smears the cum over his cheek with a huge thumb.

Felix snaps his fingers and begins to clean them both up. “I had a good time too.”