Love, War, & Beetles

Chapter 13 - Dusty *EXPLICIT*

Gorou's POV

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     No sooner had we finished cleaning up - as much as we could considering my knot tying us together - than he started dozing off. "Are you sure I don't need to get a first-aid kit? I could get Kokomi to heal you!"

     "No... Let's just cuddle, okay...? Please...?"

     "...F-Fine, okay, as long as you're sure."

     "I am... Next time, let's make sure you're not in heat - you go too fast and rough when you're desperate..."

     "I-I'm sorry! I'll be better!" He reached around to scratch behind my ears, chuckling a little hoarsely. "I-I will! I'm serious!"

     "It's not what you did, Doggy General, it's how. If we'd had more time and stuff, we could've taken it slower. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but I'm just tired and sore. Better get ready to dom again, Puppy~" he teased, snuggling closer when I wrapped my arms around his waist - it was so stupidly small compared to the rest of him.

     "...Can we cuddle after?"

     "After I get my ass whooped or after you're not trapped with me?"

     "In you."

     "Don't be a smartass!" We kept teasing back and forth, mocking each other until an audible pop interrupted him, a whimper slipping out as cum did the same.

     "Ah, shit, sorry! Here!" I rolled him onto his stomach, cleaning him up with my mouth. He was clearly still embarrassed as all hell, but I didn't understand why - was I not meant to personally clean him up as my friend-with-benefits? Regardless, he didn't squirm or move away, even once I finished and helped him turn over again. "Is that better? Did I do good?"

     "Absolutely. Good boy~" He chuckled as I wagged again, hiding in his chest with a pathetic whine. "We've gotta get clothes on, Puppy - oh, wait, should I stop calling you that?"

     "...It's how you say it that changes the feeling."

     "So I can say Puppy now and Puppy~ later?~"

     "You - Yes, fine, whatever! Just behave!"

     "...You can pick my outfit if that'll make you feel better." He didn't look when I lifted my head, continuing to gently pet my hair as he stared at the ceiling. "I won't complain or anything - you have my complete and utter trust."

     "...At all?"

     "Nope. I might be a big baby afterwards, but I'll wear anythi -"

     "No shirt."

     "...What?"

     "Please? You look so pretty and soft like this..."

     "...Fine, but can I at least wear good pants?"

     "Oh sure~ I have a better idea. Sit up and close your eyes." He did as I asked, a cocky grin plastered on his face as I scrambled up. A white tank top and black bootcut jeans, plus boots I'd found before he ever showed up. "Hey baby - all ready~" He purred, pulling me back to his chest with his eyes still closed. "Itto...!~ I wanna see you wear it...!~"

     "I have a question first, Gorou."

     "...W-What? Why'd you call me that? Am I in trouble?"

     "Oh, you poor baby. Nothing's wrong, my little Doggy General. Now, just answer honestly, okay? Promise me that."

     "Y-Yes sir."