Extemporé

Part b! Henn\'s pov this time. He\'s so cute. )_);; Anyway, yeah. Reviews are nice and all that, I suppose... but if you\'re just going to complain, don\'t bother, \'kay? :3


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Ch. 5 b There\'s a first time for everything


“Well, first…” he heard Quinn say quietly. “You… have to know what to do, right?” he continued. Henn nodded. He couldn’t believe that he had the courage to do this. But it needed to be done. And he knew that the more he deprived Quinn of, the harder it would be to live with him. It wasn’t fair of him. He did nothing but get in the way. The least he could do was learn how to kiss him properly to pass the time, yeah? He waited for him to continue, and noticed that Quinn was staring at him. Not cruelly, not evilly… a stare of longing. He’d wait it out for as long as he could. The wait for the teaching was maddening, though… he wanted to get it over with.
“Well…?” he finally stuttered, watching Quinn blush and look away after he spoke. It was so adorable watching him blush. It was a rare sight. Henn loved everything about him. His quirks, his silly way of doing things... it just made him even more endearing. And there was nothing Henn wanted more than to just make him happy. He sighed softly to himself. Easier said than done. He wished he wasn\'t so shy about everything. Which is partly why he had brought this up in the first place. He needed to stop being so childish all the time. Stop being so scared of everything. Everyone. ..Okay, he seriously doubted he\'d ever not be afraid of people in general, but those people didn\'t matter. Not at all. Henn was more concerned with the person that was sitting in front of him, blushing so irresistibly in the lukewarm bathwater.
“S-sorry… I was just thinking of the best way to explain it,” Quinn stammered. Henn nodded sympathetically. It wouldn’t be too easy to explain something like this, especially to him. He’d be patient. I’m sorry.
“Well…” he began again. “This sort-of kissing, as you know, goes beyond just a simple peck on the lips. It’s really…” He paused, biting his lower lip. “a lot deeper… more… intimate. And there isn’t a right or wrong way to do it, so don’t worry about that. It’s… like… a tongue-massage, I suppose you could say?” Quinn blushed with that. Henn sighed inwardly.
“A.. tongue massage…” he murmured gently to himself, his ears twitching. “Sounds interesting…”
“Henn, you really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Quinn reminded. Henn shook his head.
“No… I want to…” He paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say that would convince him until his thought were halted as Quinn kissed him. It took his by surprise, so he froze. And he was even more surprised when he pulled back, but then came again and entered his mouth. It was… Like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His mouth was warm and inviting. But he still wasn’t used to it… he felt his tongue being tickled a little, unable to stop it from squirming just a bit. It felt… he couldn’t explain how it felt. He lifted his arms to rest them on his shoulders, trying to relax and just go with it. After a few more moments he was accustomed to it, and he tried his hand at it. He was getting along well until he felt him rubbing under his collar. He shivered, went slack and gave a soft moan, parting ways and gasping softly for air.
“No, Henn…” Quinn whispered. “Come back.” Henn was ready this time. He wanted more. He mustered his courage and locked their mouths, giving it all he had. He couldn’t stop himself. It just felt so right. On more than one occasion he bit himself, and was fairly certain he had bitten Quinn too. But neither complained, so he kept at it. This was what he had to do. Kiss with all his might. Prove that deep down, there was still a Henn that knew how to love, he wasn’t a child on the inside. He remembered how welcome the collar attentions were, so he lifted his paws to the back of Quinn’s head. Henn’s turn. He dragged them downward slowly, almost antagonizingly slow. He loved how Quinn went completely docile at these simple touches. It gave him power. Henn wasn’t going to just lay back and be submissive for everything. He growled softly as Quinn broke their kiss, not recalling that he had given permission to do so. After he had taken what Henn thought to be a sufficient breath, he drew him into the kiss again quickly, not done with him just yet. He dragged his paws down the back of his head again, though his sleek black hair, Quinn’s shudder and moan completely turning him on. He bit Quinn’s tongue: stop making noise and keep kissing me. But when he cried out, it startled him, and he tasted his blood. He blushed and pulled back, nervously averting his gaze. He didn’t mean to get so out of hand. He gently wiped the drip of blood from the corner of his mouth, out of his fur.
“S-sorry,” he murmured, his paw going to the back of his head in embarrassment. “I… I got a little carried away…”