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Elf had a tendency to keep things to himself. Generally, that meant things that he deemed embarrassing or things that could be seen as weak. Unfortunately, it also gave him a bit of a complex, or maybe it was just his own taste biting him in the ass. Either way, there were often times where these things could manifest and cause him trouble. Lately, the newest and most troublesome development was his touch starved cravings.

It was a delicate balance to maintain. He wore gloves almost constantly and was completely covered when he was wearing all his clothes. Other types of sensations could be a bit overwhelming, and he had no interest in it getting in the way of his work. It only made his complicated relationship with touch more aggravating.

Naturally, any kind of affectionate gesture towards him was limited given his authoritative position, but it was also limited further by his own overly antagonistic personality. Honestly, a lot of these problems were only caused by his own interventions and internal conflicts with himself. Regardless, he had to come up with a plan to satisfy his desire before it got out of hand, because like most things he wanted and couldn’t get, it would get out of hand.

Even laying in his own bed, he felt like he couldn’t relax. Elf huffed, turning over once more as he clung to an extra pillow in his massive bed. He felt like an idiot, even if he wasn’t one. Perhaps there was a way to somehow trick himself into resolving it… He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fall asleep. He could always dream of something to make himself feel better, right?

At some point, Elf’s eyes opened again, and he was in one of the offices. He blinked a couple of times as he glanced around. Did he sleepwalk to this place? He rubbed the back of his neck with a confused expression before he heard the door open. He calmly turned around to see a shadowed figure walk in, closing the door behind them smoothly.

“Hmm? What time is it?” He asked casually, oftentimes regretting that he didn’t have any kind of timekeeping device on him. The person approached him, and Elf just tilted his head once they stood before him. Why hasn't this person said anything? And who the hell were they anyways? “Hey, who are-?”

What he hadn’t expected was to suddenly be turned around and forced down on the table behind him. Elf quickly snarled and attempted to push them off, but either they were just as strong as he was, or he had gotten significantly weaker recently. The figure kept him pressed down with one hand while brushing a hand over the front of his chest. He flinched at the unfamiliar touch and felt insulted to be held down by a single hand.

“Get off!” He spat, only for the person to pull his white shirt open and start palming at the bare skin there. The blond felt his breath catch and his expression became bewildered. What was happening? Who the hell was this? He closed his eyes as their fingers wandered over his nipples, rubbing them and circling around them. He bit his lip with his sharp teeth and repressed the whimper in his throat.

Then it hit him. It was a dream . Almost instantly, he let himself relax. He breathed out and the figure released his arms, moving their hand down to join the other on his chest. Elf freely arched into the feeling and groaned. Within his head, there were no rules or annoying images to uphold. He could just enjoy whatever he felt like. Whatever felt good. The hands grasped at his chest, fingers rolling over him and he stretched his arms out across the table as the person pressed their weight down against him. It felt so nice, and it wasn’t overwhelming either. Their touch began moving down lower, rubbing and massaging across his stomach as he growled in his throat, contemplating if he should take his clothes off or not.

Luckily, he didn’t have to contemplate that for long, as the mysterious being serving as his partner stripped him and continued littering his body with touches. Elf felt his mind wander a bit, free to consider and think about whatever he wanted while the pleasure pulsed through his veins. He couldn’t help but want a face on this thing… But whose face should it have? He had a couple of options in mind, but none seemed quite right. He decided not to think about it right now, starting to get close as the being’s hand had started stroking him off at some point along the way while it’s other kept giving attention to his chest and nipples.

“ Fuck… ” He breathed out before gritting his teeth. He had never been the kind of person to have these sorts of urges, but something had happened recently and now it was like he couldn’t get enough… It was irritating and left him more on edge than normal. The beings grip became stronger and something about the way it handled him became harsh. Elf moaned in satisfaction at that, enjoying the hint of pain and roughness that came along as he was wracked with shivers that made it impossible to keep his body still. There was a sound just out of his notice, too distracted by his building orgasm to notice.

“Elf…” He heard someone say his name, but he couldn’t figure out who. He wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. “ Elf .” It was steadier, firmer. Closer . He wished he could eliminate his impeccable hearing, already so close, he didn’t want to stop and acknowledge the voice calling his name. “Elf…”

“ S-Stop .” He groaned as the mysterious figure only brought him closer and closer, dragging him to the edge as their hand moved faster and faster, the hand that had been on his chest moved up to wrap around his neck and he whined loudly, hips bucking forward. The sensation was too much and he-

“ Get up .”

Elf awoke with a start, face red and breathing erratic as he sat up, startled by the shaking from his arm. His green eyes shot up to glare at red ones behind a pair of glasses. Isou. The look on his face was unreadable as he pulled his hand away.

“What is it?!” He snapped impatiently, feeling the skin under his arm where Isou had been touching tingle.

“You overslept, again. Set a second alarm if you need to.” Isou replied simply, pushing his glasses up as he turned and walked away. “We’re going to be having a meeting in an hour, so get ready.” He added before slipping out the door. The slow feeling of mortification came over Elf as he sat there. Had he heard anything? Seen anything? Did he know?

He lifted his blanket up and off of himself as he made a disgusted expression. His underwear and pants were damp and no amount of excuses or lies would get him out of this. Elf mumbled several curses under his breath as he got up and went to take a shower. He’d have to rinse his pajamas off too. There was no way he was going to let Mei and Ido wash them in this condition. It would be far too embarrassing.

As it turned out, being woken up by Isou turned out to have unexpected consequences. Elf could only conclude that, because of what his brain had been “interrupted” from, Isou had become the largest subject of his interest as of late. In any case, he found any fantasies or thoughts he had regarding sex now involved the man and it was annoying. He didn’t want to like Isou in that way, and he sure as hell didn’t want to be attracted to him. Not that he wasn’t a good person or Elf didn’t like him or anything, more so because he and Isou were close. Out of all the members of Shiki, he and Isou got along the best, excluding him and Mutsuki.

It didn’t help that Isou was smart and perceptive. He would figure out something was going on sooner or later and Elf could only feel himself become more paranoid and nervous around him. Every time they were in a room together; he became acutely aware of how close they were or where he was in the room. Every little thing could seemingly set him off and cause a problem. He needed to be extremely careful. He didn’t want Isou to find out the truth. The last thing he needed to do was lose the one decent relationship he had with someone else.

Unfortunately, even if he was careful, Elf couldn’t predict everything. Like that ridiculous guard that punched him square in the face when they went to Nanba to retrieve Ikkaku. To say his face hurt was an understatement. It also meant that Isou had to make sure he was okay. A perfect combination of events that was only bound to end in further disaster. He would rather choke on his own blood welling up in his mouth than do this, but Mei and Ido wouldn’t give him an option.

“You’re sure you’re fine?” Isou asked quizzically as they sat in his office. Elf already had a bag of ice pressed to his cheek as he frowned. The bruising had already started to form, and the flesh was swollen up. No, actually he wasn’t fine, but he wasn’t about to make this any more frustrating than it already was.

“Of course.” He lied easily; brows furrowed in mild irritation as Isou came closer to check his face again. He had already swabbed it with antiseptic, what more did he want?

“I should probably check to make sure he didn’t break your jaw… You also hit the ground pretty hard. Do you have pain anywhere else?” Isou asked, delicately touching his face as Elf closed his eyes, his heart rate instantly shooting through the roof. Elf never thought he’d curse his skills as a doctor and for being so thorough, but here he was.

“No, I’ll be alright, Isou. You worry too much.” He insisted, even though he was rather sure that the soreness he felt all over wasn’t, in fact, from sleeping wrong but from being knocked onto his ass. He kept his teeth gritted together as he felt Isou’s fingers run down along his jaw. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down, tried to relax… 

“Does it still hurt?” Elf wanted to facepalm, but it was already too late for that. Of course Isou would interrupt his reaction as discomfort instead of him just trying not to freak out from being touched. He reopened his eyes to try and protest, but instead any words he had just died in his throat. Isou’s face was right next to him, and they were so close together. He could even feel the doctor’s breath on his face.

“Ah…” A noise was the only thing he got out; green eyes locked with Isou’s red while the man just raised an eyebrow at him. Oh great, now he was going to realize something was wrong too… “N-No. I just had something in my eye.” He managed to come up with an excuse, but Isou didn’t look too convinced. He just sat back and let go of him as he crossed his arms.

“Maybe you just hit your head too hard.” He proposed, turning back around as Elf glared at him and breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow it seemed as though he would be getting out of here in the clear. “Still, you lost some blood so make sure you stay hydrated for the next few days. Do that, and you’ll be just fine.” The dismissive tone in Isou’s voice was a relief. Elf shot up and left almost immediately, leaving the doctor to look towards the door with a look of genuine concern. He was acting weird.

The rabid thoughts and horny urges continued to be a problem. Elf had snuck away after dinner to take care of a different hunger as the others had been busily talking and discussing their plans for the future. He was just grateful that no one would question his disappearance. The last thing he wanted was anyone to go looking for him as he loosened his belt and started pulling it open as soon as he was behind the door to a dark room. He palmed at his erection through his underwear as he sighed, dropping down and letting his head rest against the door.

Already, dozens of different fantasies involving Isou were trying to pop up in his mind. They always had a common theme though, connecting this all back to his issue that had started all of this. Isou touching him. Generally with a gentle, calm and soft touch that made Elf’s eyebrows furrow and his arousal throb painfully. He dug his fangs into his lip and forced himself to keep his voice held back as he only fell deeper and deeper into his desires and thoughts…

“Do you like this? It looks like you can’t stop shaking.” He imagined Isou saying to him. “You’ve needed this for a long time, hmm? Why don’t you just tell me what you need?” Elf’s breath hitched, eyes opening as his pupils dilated in the dark space. His hand squeezed tighter and moved faster, bringing his other hand up to cover his mouth. “Tell me. Go on. You like this a lot, don’t you? Should I do this to you more often? Touch you here?” He could practically feel Isou’s breath on his ears as he shivered violently. He wanted to nod, wanted to let him know exactly what he wanted and needed, but there was no point. “I see, you’re really sensitive. That’s fine, I can touch you however you need. When you need it gentle and slow… Or rough and fast…” Elf drew a harsh breath, a low growl in his throat as he bucked into his hand. “I can do it for you anyway you want. Do you like the way that sounds, Elf?” 

Even with the hand over his mouth, his choked groan was still rather loud as he came. He pulled his hand away immediately so he could try and catch his breath, his heart racing and his lungs burning. He glared down at his other hand, coated in his release as he narrowed his eyes further. How was he supposed to deal with this? It was only getting worse . He pulled the soiled glove off and discreetly threw it in the trash of the room before tucking himself back into his pants and redoing his belt. He had started keeping an extra pair on him for just this kind of situation. No one needed to ever know what kind of awful shame had just occurred in this place. 

Elf sighed as he pulled the door open, trying to focus his thoughts back on his job and duties as he paused, looking up to see Mutsuki and Isou standing together. They had just happened to be walking down this hallway and right past this door as he opened it. There really must be some kind of curse going on right now. There was a solid beat of silence.

“Elf, what are you doing in the records room? I thought everyone was having dinner right now?” Isou asked, and now he had to deal with not only the stare of the doctor, but the intense look of the supervisor as well. He felt like his head was going to explode.

“I, uh, needed to check on something. I already finished having dinner. What about you?” He forced out, wanting to kick himself for his hesitation. Isou tilted his head slightly.

“We’re on our way to eat right now!” Mutsuki said with a bright smile. “It’s too bad you’re already done, I was looking forward to everyone eating together…” Elf frowned, he couldn’t say no when he made that pleading face. Isou smirked as he looked between the two.

“Fine… But only because Mei and Ido were going to be serving dessert.” He begrudgingly agreed as he crossed his arms and followed them, keeping Mutsuki in the middle and himself the farthest from Isou. That meant he didn’t see Isou bring his hand up to his chin. He had left before dessert had been served? That was unusual for him. What was going on with him and this strange behavior recently…?

“A physical?” Elf questioned, looking at the sheet he had been handed. Mei and Ido nodded as they handed the remaining sheets to the other members that had gathered around.

“Isou requires at least one physical a year from everyone. For some physicals are periodic to ensure that their health stays up to snuff.” Mei explained with a bored expression. Elf just raised an eyebrow. If that was the case, then why did it seem like he was only just now hearing about this?

“He’s been really busy lately, so I thought he had forgot.” Kojiro said as he looked at the paper. “I suppose it has been a while since I’ve had a check-up!” Elf glanced over at him.

“Busy, hmm?” He muttered, folding the sheet up and tucking it in his pocket.

“Oh, there’s a number on mine!” Kujaku exclaimed, “Does that mean we’re taking turns?” Elf paused, a frown coming across his face.

“It would seem so.” Fourth replied, looking down at his sheet. “We go one right after the other.” He added, looking over at Kujaku’s paper to compare.

“What number did you get, Kojiro?!” Manji practically shouted. Elf pulled his paper back out and unfolded it, scanning it quickly for this number they seemed to be mentioning…

“I’m number 7 I guess.” He responded, looking down at Manji’s sheet. “You go right after me, your number 8!” They exchanged large grins with spiky teeth.

“Yay!” Elf’s eye twitched, the number 9 was labeled on his sheet. Which meant he would be going after Manji. Lovely , but it could be worse.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, we all have to be seen. Of course we’d be taking turns.” Ikkaku spoke up, his paper lying beside him as he leaned against a table. Elf found himself having to agree.

“Alright, does everyone have their paper?” Mei shouted as everyone nodded. “Good, then please wait until your number is called and then head to the medical office.” He announced as the others quickly descended back to their chattering. Elf huffed and sat down at a chair, crossing his leg over the other. So now he would have to wait until the 9th spot? Great .

“Number one can go ahead then.” Ido said quietly as Mei shrugged and disappeared. Elf watched him walk out, a look of mild confusion on his face. What exactly were these numbers based on? Clearly not priority or importance… He just scowled and rested his arm on the table next to him and his head on his hand.

One by one, the members of Shiki slowly disappeared. When Mei returned, Ido went next. Kujaku went after him, followed by Fourth. Elf was already bored out of his mind, playing his handheld console as Ikkaku went next. Mei and Ido had stayed even after their physicals, going around and serving snacks and beverages to the others while they waited. He noticed Kujaku and Fourth hadn’t returned, so apparently, they could just leave after they’d done their check-up, which was a good thing. He wasn’t interested in waiting around all day. Even if he had been struggling to work, he still needed to get something done.

Six went next and Elf made an absentminded note that of course the numbers assigned to them were the same ones they went by. He had Mei and Ido bring him something sweet to munch on while he continued to wait. Kojiro left and Elf just glanced around the room to the others that remained. Just him, Manji and Yakumo. It only left him more baffled on the order being used. He stuffed cake into his mouth with a mildly annoyed expression as Manji and Yakumo shared some candy together.

Mei and Ido called for Manji, and he quickly got up and left. Elf checked the time on his gaming device and frowned. He’d already lost so much of his day, and he hadn’t even done the physical yet. It was really disappointing. He chewed on his fork while he watched the clock tick by slowly. He was admittedly nervous, but only because he knew Isou was going to be involved. Maybe he could somehow convince Mutsuki to hire a second doctor…

“Number 10 can go next.” Mei said, looking down at his tablet. Elf sat up and watched as Yakumo got up. There was no number 9? Was he being skipped?

“What about 9?” Elf grumbled as Yakumo slipped out, leaving Mei and Ido alone with him. They glanced at each other before responding.

“Isou requested that you go last.” Ido said hesitantly as Elf narrowed his eyes. As much as hearing that pissed him off, he had a different issue to address first.

“Then what was the point of the numbers? Why bother making me number 9 if I’m really number 10?” He snapped, obviously annoyed by the strangeness of it.

“I-I’m not sure, sir.” Mei muttered, looking down nervously as Elf just huffed again. There was no point in asking them, they hadn’t made the decision, Isou had.

“Whatever, just tell Isou to make more sense with his decisions next time.” The blond mumbled, going back to playing his game as the maids sighed in relief. “And get me another slice of cake.” They quickly straightened back up and ran off. Elf glanced up and smirked. It was nice to have the respect of someone in this place…

With another slice of cake in his gut, Elf began making his way down to the office with his hands in his pockets, hiding the fact that they were clenched together into fists as he felt his nerves only steadily increase the closer he got. A physical. The very name implied touch and contact. His hands felt clammy and sweaty under his gloves. He stopped outside the door, taking a deep breath before reaching out and knocking.

“Just a moment.” Isou called, and Elf flinched upon hearing his voice. This was not going to end well. He just took a step back and leaned against the wall, trying his best to appear calm. “…And remember to limit your sugar intake and brush your teeth.” Elf turned as the door opened, Manji was slowly shoved out by Isou. “Also, make sure you’re washing your hands and I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” Isou said, looking exhausted as the boy turned around.

“Okay, I will! Thanks so much for your help, Dr. Isou!” He beamed, his tail wagging happily before he took off down the hallway. Isou just sighed and Elf felt a smile tug at his lips.

“I thought Yakumo was your last patient?” Isou just shoved his glasses up on his nose as he turned towards the blond.

“He was . Unfortunately, Manji came back because he had some questions.” He gestured towards his office. “Anyways, come in. I wanted to save your physical for last.” Elf’s expression changed to one of suspicion as he stepped inside, letting the doctor close the door behind them as he went to his chair.

“Any particular reason why?” He asked, sitting down on the chair across from Isou and slumping forward lazily.

“I won’t beat around the bush with you. You’ve been behaving strangely, and it made me realize that I’ve been neglecting my duties as a doctor around here. I don’t believe you’ve even had a physical with me despite all the years we’ve spent working together.” Isou explained, facing him as his arm rested on the desk in front of him. Elf averted his gaze pretty quick. Just as he feared, Isou had caught on to him.

“So you wanted to make sure everything was normal with me, huh?” The shorter one guessed as Isou nodded. “And the physicals for everyone else?”

“A clever excuse so you wouldn’t feel directly targeted and no one would be suspicious of you. A proper physical for that many people would’ve taken a lot longer.” Isou said with a smile, glancing down at the papers scattered across his desk. “This was much closer to just a quick check-up than a proper physical.” Elf’s eyebrows furrowed. Why such a thorough plan just for him getting a physical? It was odd.

“You know, all you had to do was just ask if I was alright…” Elf muttered, feeling heat rise up in his face as Isou chuckled.

“I doubt that. You’d just insist that you’re fine when all evidence points to the opposite.” He looked at Elf, gaze steady and analytical. “So, let’s talk. What’s been going on with you lately? And don’t bother trying to lie because the supervisor agrees with me that you’ve been out of sorts too.” The blond’s expression became troubled upon hearing that. Even the supervisor had noticed? How awful.

“Okay, I get it. You’re stubborn, it’s annoying.” Elf groaned, trying to think of how to explain this without losing his dignity.

“Good, go ahead and take your clothes off too. You’re not getting out of this without a proper physical.” Isou said firmly as Elf just stared at him. He was unsure if he should glare offendedly or look horrified. Perhaps his expression was caught between the two. “Don’t give me that look. I’m a doctor, this is my job.” Elf didn’t move a muscle and Isou sighed. “The supervisor asked me to do this too.” That added a bit of conflict to his face. Isou was grateful to know the supervisor was his weakness, otherwise convincing him would have been even harder.

“I can’t believe this.” The blond complained, pulling his red bow loose with a tug. “Sometimes I wish you didn’t take your job so seriously.” Isou just smirked as the other’s green eyes looked down at his shirt to start unbuttoning it.

“So about your odd behavior…” Isou prompted him, folding one leg over the other as Elf felt his body tense up. “Do you have any explanations for yourself?” Why did this feel like an interrogation?

“The hell is that supposed to mean? You think I would act in a way that’s unusual by choice?” He found himself snapping as Isou hummed.

“I see, so you both knew that you were acting strange and felt it was something that couldn’t be prevented, interesting.” The man said, raising his hand up to his chin and nodding. Elf just huffed as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. His attitude about these sorts of things never changed.

“You could say that.” He commented, pushing his suspenders down and off his shoulders. He was trying his best to ignore Isou’s stare, but it was difficult. Did he really have to look at him while he was stripping?

“Well, one thing at a time I suppose. Let’s get your physical done and then we can talk about this further at the end.” Isou said, turning around and pulling some drawers open as he took out the needed medical supplies. Elf wasn’t sure which one was worse, but at this point, it appeared he would have to deal with both regardless.

“Fine, let’s just get this over with.” He grumbled as Isou went to take his blood pressure. His eyes focused intently on the way the man pushed his sleeve up before wrapping the cuff around him and the feeling of the cold material on his skin. He grit his teeth together as Isou began tightening it up with the pump. The pressure was uncomfortable, but he wasn’t sure if that was the part that bothered him or the fact that Isou’s hands were so close to actually touching him.

“Hmm.” Isou made a sound as he released the pump, letting the air release from the cuff as it loosened. “Seems kind of high.” Elf had half a mind to make a smart ass comment but held his tongue. He was just relieved when the tight cuff came off. “Let’s check your pulse next.” The blond wanted to officially die, and the physical had only just started. He pulled Elf’s shirt off his shoulders as he grabbed his stethoscope.

“Why is it always cold?” He hissed when Isou pressed it over his heart. He could already feel it beating like crazy, not that it was unexpected. His heart rate had increased the moment he had walked into the office.

“Things tend to be cool in my office. Obviously the devices aren’t heated. If it bothers you, I’ll warn you before I touch you or hold them for a moment to warm them up.” Isou said mindlessly, listening to the furious beating in his ears coming from Elf. Just like his blood pressure, his heart rate was up too.

“You mean that isn’t something you do normally? It really should be.” Elf said, his voice slightly tense even as he tried to remain playful and pleasant. Isou leaned back and shifted to stand behind him. As he had anticipated, he was trying to hide whatever was going on.

“Have you been especially tired or had trouble sleeping recently?” Isou asked, noticing the way his back muscles tensed up when he touched the diaphragm to his skin, intending to find his rate of respiration.

“Both, actually.” Elf muttered, taking advantage of the fact that Isou wasn’t facing him to squeeze his eyes shut and do his best to relax and stay calm. The cold feeling of the metal made his skin prickle and he had to make an effort to not just pull away from the sensation entirely.

“You’ve been acting moodier and snippier too. Signs of stress.” Isou said, as if he hadn’t just insulted him. Elf furrowed his brows and wanted to glare at him.

“Are you diagnosing me with something right now?” He snapped, not really in the mood to try and figure out what exactly Isou was trying to imply or work out.

“Obviously.” Isou said, pulling the diaphragm away. As he had guessed, his respiratory rate was increased as well. Adding to that the reaction of muscle tension, it really did look like it…

“Wonderful.” Elf huffed sarcastically. He wondered if Isou already knew what was going on then. How would he react?

“I don’t see why you’re so stressed over this. It’s hardly that big a deal.” Isou remarked as he walked back around and sat down in front of Elf, looking at him. “You really brought this on yourself with how often you isolate and the way you act. When’s the last time you did have someone just touch you?” Elf bristled, tucking his head in and glaring at him. Yup, he figured it out.

“Does it really matter? It’s dumb to think I need something as pointless as affection.” He spat as Isou just looked at him, unimpressed. In fact, his expression almost looked like pity.

“Affection is far from pointless. People need physical contact, regardless of who they are.” He said calmly. “Clearly it’s started to affect you, so you must know that it’s essential.” He tried to reason as Elf looked away, tsking.

“If it doesn’t kill me then it doesn’t really matter.” He said stubbornly as Isou frowned. It made him wonder if there wasn’t something else at play. Why was he so against this? It was an easy solution. So what about it was so bad?

“That’s not exactly the logical response I would expect from someone like you.” Isou said getting up and moving behind him again, Elf hummed and crossed his arms over his chest, a bit protectively. He assumed that Isou was just going to do another part of his physical.

“Logical? What part of this is logical? It’s just a waste of-” He stopped abruptly and jumped when he felt Isou’s hands on his shoulders. This time, the warmth was the part that bothered him. Elf turned his head sharply as Isou just looked down at him.

“I guess that explains the comment about the temperature of the tools. You're hypersensitive to touch too. I’m guessing that explains your aversion.” Isou said. Elf felt strangely conflicted. He didn’t want Isou to touch him, but at the same time, he did. He wanted to snap at him for touching him so suddenly and causally, but he didn’t want him to let go… His green eyes focused on his hand on his shoulder. His expression reflected his conflicted feelings. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Isou added, pulling his hands away as Elf just continued to stare where he had just been touched. The prickling sensation felt nice .

“Is that really surprising?” He asked after a moment, rubbing his own hand over his shoulder as he looked away. “All my other senses are sharp too.” Isou saw the faint tinge of red dusting his face.

“Your sharpened senses are different from hypersensitivity.” Isou explained, coming back around to sit again. “Your hearing, your vision, your smell, they’re all improved, but not in a way that hinders you.” Elf glanced up. He hadn’t thought of it in that way. “Your sense of touch has essentially become too sharp you might say.” His red eyes looked down to his hands. “I certainly never thought to question why you always wore gloves, but now I see. Do touching things really bother you that much?” Elf glanced down when he asked that. He hadn’t ever questioned his own habit of wearing gloves all the time. He only ever started doing it because Mutsuki always seemed to be wearing them…

“Maybe…?” Elf responded, looking down at his hands as he squeezed them together and opened them. It really was a weird thing, wasn’t it? Even Isou didn’t wear gloves all the time and he was a doctor. But he never really had an issue with his hands when it came to touch… Although, the only time he took his gloves off was to sleep or bathe, sometimes when he was gaming, so he only ever ended up feeling things he was comfortable or familiar with.

“Either way, I would like you to do something about this. There are no serious issues here, but as I’m sure you’ve realized, things will only get worse if you ignore them.” Isou explained, moving closer to Elf as he looked up. If only he knew the half of it…

“I’m not exactly going to go around and start hugging people.” He said bitterly as Isou just smiled and chuckled. It was a rather funny image to imagine.

“I didn’t say that.” Isou replied, turning to pause and consider how he should handle the rest of the physical. He hadn’t exactly predicted this turn of events, and now he had to figure out how to go about this without aggravating his sensitivity… “But I won’t stop you if that’s how you want to get over it.” He teased, looking over his shoulder at Elf.

“Shut up.” He growled. Isou just smiled and decided to just take things one step at a time. He turned back around.

“Alright, but I still need you to take your clothes off.” Elf flushed immediately and he looked down, pulling at his belt and looking upset. He had been hoping to avoid this. “For medical reasons, obviously. And please don’t make that face.” Elf wasn’t sure if his words were helpful or not.

“Look, this is embarrassing no matter who you are.” He said as Isou rolled his chair over to the exam table.

“I’m not saying you aren’t allowed to feel a certain way. I would just prefer you don’t look so angry over a part of my job that I’m required to do.” He said lightly, now holding a clipboard as he marked a few things down on it with a pen. “Come over here too, will you? It’s a little easier to look you over on something like this than a chair.” Elf reluctantly stood up and walked over, dropping his removed clothes on one end and adding his belt to the pile as he pulled his pants down, heart thumping in his ears as his face refused to stay pale.

“Just do me a favor and tell me what you’re going to do before you do it, okay?” Elf suggested, leaning against the exam table as he pulled his pants off entirely. Isou glanced up and raised his eyebrows, eyes widening.

“Wait. Have you always had that?” He questioned as Elf turned to look at him. The man’s eyes directed to the yellow tail now hanging down, having been revealed now that he'd taken his pants off. Elf glanced down at his tail before looking back at Isou. There really were plenty of surprises to be had today.

“Yeah, where do you think Manji’s came from? A major portion of his DNA came from me, after all.” Elf replied, hopping up on the table as Isou just continued to stare at his tail. It was the same shape, length and width. The only difference was that Elf’s was purely yellow with no other colors to it.

“I suppose that does make sense.” Isou said after a moment, writing another note on his paper as Elf smirked lightly. His reaction was kind of interesting… “If it’s alright with you, I’ll start by just giving your back a quick look over.” He got up and Elf tilted his head.

“Do you want me to stand up then?” He asked as Isou stood up.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You can just turn around, that’s fine.” Isou said, walking forward as Elf hesitantly turned around, his tail flickering slightly now. He preferred keeping it hidden so as to better keep his own emotional state anonymous. He couldn’t exactly keep it from moving when he was nervous, it was a physiological thing. He also wasn’t too big a fan of, again , how sensitive everything it touched and it in itself could be.

“Whatever you say.” He commented softly, preparing himself once more for the feeling of Isou’s hands on him. Isou saw the way he was already tensing up. It made him feel bad.

“Lean forward a little, and I know it might be difficult, but please do try and relax.” Isou advised, bringing his hand forward slowly before touching his back with his fingertips first. Elf was thankful for his approach, sitting forward as he requested and already trying to relax. But saying things and doing them is always very different.

“I know.” He muttered, trying not to sound too huffy. Admittedly, not having to face Isou did make things somewhat easier. The blond was still keenly aware of his palm resting against him as the doctor just kept it there for a moment.

“Working through this will take some time. I didn’t think it was so bad. I suggest we come up with a way for you to become more comfortable with touch first. Refamiliarize yourself with it so it isn’t so uncomfortable and painful.” He spoke with a gentle tone, bringing his hand down carefully as Elf swallowed roughly. The surge of nerves practically screaming at him. He shivered and stiffened up again.

“This is so stupid.” Elf hissed, squeezing his fists together tightly as he tried to calm down again. “Can’t even do a physical exam…” He continued, frustration apparent as Isou was caught between trying to do and focus his exam and listening to the smaller one.

“Like I said before, this is nothing you can blame yourself for. More so an unintended consequence of how you’ve lived your life.” Isou reassured him, noting the small, faint scars across his skin. He didn’t have very many but seeing them was a strange reminder that he wasn’t perfect. Elf wasn’t invulnerable like he would like to believe.

Elf struggled to keep his breathing even the longer Isou kept in contact with him. It didn’t help that he was also attracted to him, on top of everything else. As if this wasn’t hellish enough, his mind seemed to keep to telling him that Isou was touching him, touching him like he had been fantasizing about lately. Touching him like he had wanted. He was already starting to get a little hard, and the last thing he needed was to pop a full-on erection in front of him. Not with everything else going on. But it didn’t stop the pleasant feeling of Isou’s hands trailing along his back, close to his spine, and the fact that it was so slow and cautious…

“Everything looks fine. I wish some of these scars had healed up better, but that’s something to deal with at a later date.” Isou said, bringing Elf back from his own internal struggle.

“I don’t mess up quite as often as I did back then.” Elf remarked playfully, panting quietly as Isou seemed to hesitate for a moment. They both had grown considerably since back then, it felt like so long ago… His touch wandered a bit, absentmindedly trying to comfort him with a soothing motion. Elf groaned, unable to stop himself as he blushed.

“Oh, sorry.” Isou apologized, pulling away quickly as Elf again wanted to die. He sighed and put his hands over his face.

“This sucks.” He said, voice muffled as Isou just looked at his face from over his shoulder. He looked flustered, but that sound he had made… It didn’t exactly sound like pain .

“Hmm. Does this not hurt?” Isou asked, trying to figure it out as brushed his hands over the blond’s shoulders. Of course, he startled slightly before shuddering again and hissing into his hands. The man tried to get a better look at his expression, but he couldn’t with his hands in the way. “I see. That’s why you’re so flustered.” He said, voice low as he smirked. Elf could feel the heat rush up in his face further. He knew that tone.

Isou gingerly touched his neck with the back of his hand, hearing another choked noise from Elf as he wondered how he had been so stupid. The strange behaviors, the moodiness, whatever that had been in his room where he had been making noise before Isou woke him up… Elf was still young, so it only made sense. He had never shown any signs like this before, so it must be…

“Puberty?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. Better late than never he supposed. Elf didn’t even make a noise at that. He was rather beyond any form of mortification at this point. He hadn’t even thought of that… Not that it had exactly been something to cross his mind. He had other things to think and worry about. “Combined with touch deprivation and a hypersensitivity to touch…”

“No way.” Elf finally snapped, pulling his hands away from his face to look at Isou with a glare. “I’m 30 years old, there’s no way this is puberty!” Isou noticed how dark his eyes and face looked, as well as how dilated his pupils were. He was definitely aroused.

“Your body stopped growing between the ages of 16 and 17 though. You’re mentally 30 while still in the body of a teenager.” Isou pointed out, a small smile on his face as he got to bring attention to it. Elf scowled at him, but it was true. Just like how Isou was 35 physically but over 100 technically. “Maybe you’ve started aging again?”

“But it doesn’t make any sense…” He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing as he looked away. “Why now of all times?” Isou’s smile faded as he turned him around so they could face each other. His hands on Elf’s shoulders.

“Everyone matures at different times. It’s also important to consider that you’re not exactly human either.” He mentioned, watching as the other’s emerald eyes looked to his hands on his shoulders. Isou noted that he hadn’t jumped this time. “In any case, there’s bound to be lots of things going on if that’s true.” The man continued, pushing the blond back onto the table and leaning over him. The glint in Elf’s eyes sharpened as his breath caught.

“What are you…?” He started, only to be cut off as Isou ran his hands down the front of his chest. Sure enough, he moaned and arched into the touch. If it was painful or uncomfortable, he wouldn’t be trying to chase it like this. He wouldn’t be turned on either. Isou’s red eyes flickered down to the tent in his underwear. He wasn’t fighting this either, so then…

“Also, you like me. And you like this.” Isou practically whispered, the pieces finally coming together as Elf grit his teeth and looked up at him. The tension in his expression obvious and a bit fearful, possibly confused. It made him upset again. He didn’t want him to look so afraid and uncertain. Isou had no intention of hurting him or taunting him with this information. Clearly this was something he was incredibly insecure and uncertain about. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” He promised, starting to massage along his chest and abdomen like he had done on his back. Elf whimpered and dug his nails into the exam table, his eyes becoming further cloudy and dazed with lust.

Elf wanted to talk. To say something , but there was nothing to say. Isou had figured everything out. It was useless to try and fight how good it felt to have Isou finally touch him. It felt intense, burning and causing goosebumps, but in a way that felt amazing. Addicting, even. He let his head fall back slightly as Isou shifted even closer, his coat hanging down and around the table. Elf wished he could somehow hide in it, wrap himself in it and hide, but that was impossible.

“Well, I’m glad that your physical was last. This would’ve been difficult to take care of if we had only been given a limited time frame.” Isou said, tracing his finger down and along his chest. A couple more scars scattered at random served as the connecting dots. It was interesting to observe his reaction. His body continued to try and rise along wherever his touch went. “We can take as much time as needed and no one will interrupt us.” He glanced down when he felt something bump him, seeing Elf’s tail curling back and forth. Isou glanced up at Elf, who was panting and had his eyes closed, before looking back at the yellow appendage.

Elf wasn’t overly familiar with the feeling of someone touching his tail, but he knew what it was the moment Isou grabbed it. His eyes opened and he trembled further as the doctor smirked at him, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. The torrent of feelings that flooded him was mainly euphoria as he cried loudly, his hips bucking up as he felt any remaining thread of restraint break. He wanted Isou to touch him more . Touch him all over and make him feel better. Why had he tried to hold all this in? It was like every desire was welling up inside him all at once.

“I-Isou.” He moaned his name as the doctor released his tail, bringing his hands down to his hips, grinding uselessly against his wet underwear. “More… Please…” Elf was grateful to be able to form the words, wrapping his tail around his wrist so that he could feel his pulse and warmth. Knowing he was close. Isou smiled at the gesture, pulling his underwear away from his hips before tugging it down and off his shaking legs.

“Repressed much? At this point, you might just be the definition of sexual frustration.” Isou teased, seeing the blond’s erection dripping precum as he continued to look up at the doctor with a pleading expression. “Perhaps your own stubbornness finally caught up with you.” He mumbled, touching his hips as he considered what he should do next. The poor boy was already wrecked by simple touches, there was no way he’d be able to handle actually being stimulated… He hummed lightly as Elf growled impatiently and writhed against the table. Admittedly, there was something rather enticing about watching him completely lose himself like this.

“Shh.” Isou tried to shush him, continuing to keep his touch gentle and light in order to not overwhelm him. “Honestly, I think you’re a little too riled up right now.” He said with a small smile, still amused regardless. His hand came up to rest over his heart. It was beating furiously and Isou sighed. Combined with his ragged breathing, he was almost hyperventilating. “Come on, Elf, focus. Breathe.” He tried to say his name, watching as the blond snarled, gritting his fangs together before slowly looking back up at him with blurry jade eyes, struggling to concentrate.

It felt like he was drowning . Wave after wave of pleasure washing over him and eroding away his worries and insecurities. Elf didn’t think something so perfect could exist. There was a strange combination of feelings consuming him. He felt comforted and excited. Safe and happy. Aroused but relaxed. It was like every positive emotion was hitting him all at once at the maximum level. Unfortunately, it made it hard to focus on anything outside of that. He was vaguely aware of Isou calling him, but he wanted to just continue to melt in this emotion. To sink into this sinful feeling that he had denied and struggled with. Couldn’t he enjoy it for a moment longer?

“You don’t have to stop enjoying yourself, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Isou said softly, looking into his teary eyes. Elf felt his gut twist even tighter as their eyes stayed locked while Isou grabbed at his bare thighs. “You clearly need this.” He said with a small huff, pushing his legs open as Elf let him, more adrenaline running through his veins as his hips jerked again. “I’m flattered by the way. I know how you are. You wouldn’t let anyone else see you like this or touch you, huh? I’m special to you.” Elf groaned in confirmation, still wracked with the sensations as Isou looked down between his legs at his throbbing arousal. He had made quite the mess. The man was honestly surprised he hadn’t come already.

Elf wanted to tell him how right he was. Sure, he wasn’t thinking clearly, but he wanted nothing more than to have the doctor push his cock inside him and hold him lovingly, speak reassuring words to him as Elf told him all about every single dirty fantasy he had thought up. How many times he thought of the man taking him against a wall, on a desk, on the floor. Punishing him for late work even though he was the one in charge of the dates. Forcing him to suck him off and forcefully taking him. Maybe when there may or may not be others nearby that could hear him, so Isou had to shove his fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet. His silky voice telling him to beg or to get on his knees and Elf would just obey and enjoy every second of it…

“Come on, stay with me here.” Isou said, having taken notice of the way Elf’s eyes had gotten distant and the way he whined louder. “You’re close, right? Let’s just get you taken care of, okay?” He said soothingly, noticing the way he was shaking and sweating. He was even drooling for goodness sake. He didn’t want him to stay like this for very long. It seemed stressful and intense. Isou still hesitated to actually jerk him off or stroke him, instead massaging his inner thighs as he felt the grip of his tail around his wrist increase. He took that as a good sign, as well as the way he shouted and clawed at the table with more fervor.

All those fantasies were nice, but they weren’t as good as what he had currently. What he had wanted from the start. Isou caressing him and touching him delicately and warmly, hearing his calm voice reassure him. He never knew he had wanted something so much in his life. Needed something as much as Isou’s hands running over his burning skin and hearing his soothing voice. It was a drug stronger than any aphrodisiac to him. Elf felt his mouth open, hips rocking forward into nothing.

“Isou… Isou…” He called the man’s name like his life depended on it. Isou in turn brought one of his hands up to his face, touching it before running behind his head and through his damp hair. The blond leaned into his touch, eyes squeezing shut.

“I’m here. I have you.” He reassured. Elf reached up towards him, and he lowered himself a bit more so that the other could cling to him. “Shh, it’s okay.” He reassured as the boy gave one last yelp before coming. As Isou had predicted, he hadn’t needed to be directly touched after all. His nails dug into Isou’s back and shoulders as he trembled, the vicious and intense orgasm tearing through him as he came across his chest and stomach. “Let it all out.” He muttered, slightly teasing as he trailed his fingers along his shaking thighs, his arousal twitching as he panted harshly.

More. More. More . It’s not enough. Need more. Give me more.

Isou found himself second guessing if attempting to prolong his release was such a good idea as Elf wrapped his legs around him and groaned. The man felt the tail around his wrist let go and coil around his stomach. His eyebrows furrowed as he brushed his fingers through his hair. He hadn’t intended for this to take so long, but he couldn’t leave him in this state. Not physically speaking and certainly not mentally. It had taken a considerable effort to get him to lower his guard and become this vulnerable.

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly, the smaller one still trying to recover as Isou patiently waited for him. He brushed his cheek against the man’s hand. His jade eyes finally opened as he glanced up to Isou’s red ones. He could tell he was still disorientated, shifting him a bit closer to hold him. “I apologize for not taking notice of your condition sooner. This is my fault. I’ve failed you as your doctor and caretaker.” Elf was confused as to why he was apologizing. He tried to take a deep breath and focus; arms still wrapped around the other.

“Don’t apologize.” He managed to say, his voice sounding strange and breathless. “I was the one who refused to believe anything was wrong.” He admitted stubbornly. Isou smirked lightly, amused by him admitting to his fault.

“I guess we’re both at fault then.” He muttered, moving his hand down from his cheek and along his neck. Elf groaned, tugging at his shirt.

“Don’t…” He insisted, jaw clenching tight as Isou ignored him. He trailed his hand down from his neck and across his chest. “Isou.” Elf’s voice hitched as he warned him, but the man continued to ignore him.

“Relax. Just let me take care of it.” He replied, using his other hand to grab a hold of his twitching arousal. “You wanted me to touch you, so let me.” The boy keened, pushing his hips into his palm. He didn’t want the intoxicating feeling to fully take control again. “Besides, with how sensitive you are, this won’t take long.” Isou said confidently, jerking him off slowly as Elf pressed his body closer to him.

Elf wished he could make him understand. Understand that if this started, if it went on like this, he’d only need it more . Need it constantly . He could only express it by biting his shoulder, hoping to dig his teeth in and prompt him to pull away. Isou just took it as another useless attempt to deal with the overwhelming feeling, which was admittedly still intense, but he hissed at his gentle touches.

“Easy, just try to stay calm.” Elf wanted to snap at him. As if he could stay calm in a situation like this… With this want and desire eating at him. The stupid emotions he had hoped to bury and forget all about or deal with on his own. His hips bucked into Isou’s touch without restraint, growling against his shoulder as his body tensed and his dick leaked precum over the man’s hand. “Honestly, you’re a complete mess.” Oh, if only he knew the half of it.

“It’s your fault.” Elf hissed, pulling away from his shoulder. “I can’t stop thinking about you, bastard…” Isou hummed in reply, intrigued by that.

“Oh really? Do I want to know what you were thinking about?” He questioned, his intentions far from innocent as Elf’s length ached and he arched his back. The shorter one wondered if he should tell him… Isou was determined to pull the answer from him, squeezing around him and teasing the sensitive head to force his reply.

“You touching me… O-Or fucking me…” Elf gave his strangled response, moaning as Isou smirked, tilting his head and lowering his mouth to his ear.

“You want that, huh? I’ll admit, it’s a tempting thought, what with the way you’re acting. But we should keep this relationship as professional as possible.” Isou said smoothly, as if he wasn't currently jerking the other off. Elf wanted to tell him to fuck off, but now wasn't the time for that. Instead he just whimpered as Isou delicately touched his lips to his ear. "Are you close? Tell me what else you need. What do you want?"

"Something… Anything… Inside…" He begged, tears welling back up in his eyes again as he became increasingly desperate. Isou seemed to consider it for a moment, fingers still sliding along his sensitive arousal. It was a slightly surprising request, but he intended to fulfill it. His eyes flickered away and to the drawers of his desk nearby. He had lube in it for medicinal reasons, but he was certain he could write this one off.

“Give me a second and I’ll let you have my fingers.” The man whispered, a promise, as he released the boy. Elf was reluctant to let him go, but did so, continuing to writhe against the table, panting and whining softly for Isou. The doctor was intrigued by hearing him be so needy, doing his best to ignore his own erection as he retrieved the bottle and opened it, pouring some across his fingers as he returned to him. “Have you ever done this before?” He asked gently, leaning down and over him again as the other eagerly opened his legs, spreading them as he looked up.

“A couple of times…” He muttered, face flushing with the confession as Isou just chuckled softly and pressed his fingers over him. He rubbed over his entrance with a circular motion, just letting Elf get accustomed to the feeling as he growled and bucked his hips. “Fuck, Isou… Please…” The man exhaled through his nose sharply at his words, the temptation to just press himself inside of the smaller one was getting more and more appealing.

“I don’t want to do too much at once. Please bear with it.” Isou said, feeling the blond trying to pull him in, clearly more than wanting to have his fingers penetrate him. “You’re extremely warm here. I can’t imagine how tight it is inside.” Isou drawled, eyes half-lidded as he spoke, beginning to press his fingertip in. Elf cried, grabbing at him as his tail curled in response. It felt so good and intense. He was glad Isou was here, doing this for him. To him.

“I want to feel you. Isou… Please…” He begged again, groaning as his hips rutted against the feeling, practically forcing the man’s finger deeper inside of himself. Isou’s hair brushed against his neck as he lowered his head. “I want you inside… Inside of me… ” He growled suddenly, almost frustratedly as Isou began pulling his finger in and out.

“You really want it that badly?” The man asked for confirmation, adding a second finger and beginning to curl them slightly. “You’re squeezing around my fingers a lot. Do they feel good?” Elf whimpered, trying to hide his face and press against the other’s chest. His orgasm was already teetering before him, and the man’s words only seemed to urge it closer and closer. “It’s okay, you can tell me that it feels good. I want you to tell me that it feels good. Tell me how much you like something as simple as this… Just having my fingers rub inside of you. It’s really sensitive here.” Isou made a point by brushing his sweet spot. Elf scratched at his shoulders, pulling closer as he cried loudly, suddenly climaxing from his words as he continued to ride the doctor’s fingers. He really was sensitive.

“You okay?” Isou muttered softly, fingers still moving in and out steadily as Elf trembled against him. It was incredibly oversensitive, but he was drunk off the feeling and sensation regardless. He still wanted more. Even more. He licked Isou’s neck, trying to appeal to him as his tail wrapped around his hips, vaguely tugging him forward.

“Fuck me, Isou. Fuck me… Please, do it…” Elf requested, barely capable of speaking or thinking straight. He knew exactly what he wanted though, and he needed Isou to give it to him. His own hands dragging down over his shoulders and at his chest. “I need it. Need you. Inside. So bad…”

“Okay, I get it.” Isou shushed him with his other hand, unable to handle any more of his pleading. He was already red and extremely hard. “Honestly, I can’t believe how horny you are.” There was a vague tone of disapproval in his voice, but it was hardly anything to take seriously. He added a third finger, trying to spread the shorter one out more as he cried insistently. Isou furrowed his brows, trying to keep himself together for just a little longer. “I should’ve touched you sooner. I never realized how much you wanted this.”

Elf was quiet now; he couldn’t say anything that he hadn’t already. He wished Isou would just hurry up and fuck him. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait much longer as the doctor pulled his fingers out and huffed, pulling away from him once more. Elf made a soft noise of complaint, but he knew Isou wasn’t leaving him. Not now, anyway. Sure enough, the man approached him, the sound of a package being torn open causing him to look up at him through hazy eyes.

“Alright, you better be certain about this.” Isou muttered softly, undoing his own pants and pushing them down and aside. The sound Elf had heard was a condom wrapper, causing his heart to race faster as the man rolled it down his impressive length. The blond had never actually considered seeing it. Knowing that it was going to be inside him. The excitement that soon, he’d be feeling like he’d always wanted. “Because I won’t be stopping.” His red eyes had become considerably darker, almost maroon in color as he loomed back over the younger one.

“I don’t want you to stop.” Elf said breathlessly, watching him through his golden eyelashes. He was impatient, eager. He wanted this. Isou gave him a moment to possibly retract that statement, but there was no point in hesitating. He pushed himself inside slowly, making sure to take it easy. It was rather obvious the boy was a virgin, so he needed to be careful.

“Fuck, Isou…” Elf huffed, head dropping back as he scratched at the table again. The man chuckled; a bit tense as he tried to familiarize himself with the tight warmth he was entering. He leaned down and kissed his neck, trying to comfort him.

“Just breathe. I’ll take it nice and slow for you.” Elf growled loudly at that, hands coming back up to cling to his shoulders and arms, scratching at him. His tail thrashed about, twitching and curling. “Let me know if it’s too much.” He added, voice a hiss as he continued pressing inside.

“It’s not enough .” Elf groaned instead, shuddering as Isou took a deep breath. If he kept this up, he really wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“I know, but you have to bear with me for a little bit, okay?” Isou responded to him, hand coming up to card his fingers through his damp blond hair. He was hot, sweating and shaking. “Then I’ll give you as much as you want. As much as you can handle.” He promised seductively. Elf moaned at that, clearly interested in the idea.

Once Isou was fully inside, he paused, giving Elf a moment to adjust to the fullness and feeling. He whimpered, clinging to Isou more and squeezing him tight. The man sighed, doing his best to calm him and keep him comforted, but it was rather useless at this point. Elf was dialed up to eleven, and the only thing that would satisfy him was Isou. He started moving back and forth, a bit experimentally and gently.

“Does it feel alright? It doesn’t hurt, right?” Isou asked him, voice rough as he tried to ignore the instinct to simply thrust himself wildly in and out. Elf didn’t reply initially, still just panting and whining from the feeling. The doctor had to finally stop again, giving him the chance to actually speak.

“No, please, don’t stop…” His response came rather quickly then, causing the man to smirk as he pressed his hips back into him. “Isou…” He felt his face flush upon hearing his name spoken in such a way. Elf’s voice broken and high-pitched, but still, he insisted on calling for him. It had a stronger effect on him than he had expected.

“Shh, I know. I got you.” He muttered, gritting his teeth together as he started moving faster. Elf pushed back against his movements with vigor, legs coming up to cling to his sides as best as he could, despite how much he was trembling. “You’re doing so good. You took me so well.” He praised him, a bit mindlessly as he rocked.

Elf cried for him, body tensing up again as he shivered violently. Isou groaned as he tightened around him, taking him a moment to realize the poor boy had just come again. He cradled him, letting his body relax and melt against him, continuing to whisper to him encouragingly and gently. Surprisingly, the blond still pressed himself back against him. It made the man truly wonder just how many times he could climax before he would be sated.

“For a virgin, you really are a sex fiend.” He complained, biting his lip as he thrust back and forth steadily. Elf was biting into his shoulder, still making soft noises as he moved. “I guess you really want to see this through, huh?” He joked breathily, rubbing his back as he shivered himself. He felt ridiculously good, and his neediness was very arousing. The teen didn’t respond, instead, just coiling his tail around him again.

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d cling to me like this… To anyone like this…” He confessed quietly. He tilted his head, brushing his lips against his neck to kiss him. “I kind of like it.” He barely whispered, hips moving even faster. He was starting to get close. Elf bit his shoulder harder, probably drawing blood, but Isou could barely register it or care. He wondered for a moment if something was wrong with him for enjoying this so much. He had never considered sleeping with the other, but right now, he already wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime…

“How are you doing?” He asked, brushing his hand down and over his stomach. The other whimpered, body twitching in response as he let his hand trail lowered, finally fondling his arousal. “Still hard, huh?” He muttered playfully before swallowing. “That’s okay. I doubt you’ll be able to keep this up for much longer.” Elf had already become much quieter, more relaxed and clearly tired. Isou let his animalistic desire take hold of him, the table starting to rock and creak with complainant at his force.

“Here, let me see you.” Isou muttered, huffing as he pulled back. Elf seemed reluctant to let him go, but slowly, his grasp loosened. The man held his head up, looking into his dazed emerald eyes before kissing him. He made a noise in his throat, body jolting again as Isou came. He kept his lips stubbornly locked with the younger one’s, refusing to let them break away until he was done and satisfied.

“Wow.” He panted out as they broke apart. Elf reached out, tugging at his hair a bit. Isou smiled, kissing him again and pushing him back down against the table. They spent a few moments just kissing, Elf still lazily pushing back against Isou. The man groaned, sensitive and definitely not ready for a second round so quickly. He pulled out when they pulled away, eyes falling down to the other’s erection. He removed the condom and tied it up, tossing it into the garbage nearby.

“Okay, this better be the last time, I swear.” He said, wiping the sweat away from his forehead before leaning down and kissing the head. Elf made another broken sound, his voice breaking as Isou wondered how his throat was going to feel tomorrow. He watched him steadily, pressing his lips over him slowly and carefully. Foggy green met his gaze, clearly exhausted but still needing one last push.

Isou rubbed at his hips, letting him relax entirely as he sucked him. Finally closing his eyes as he pulled the entire length into his mouth. Elf gave a silent cry, practically screaming even though no sound came out, hands tugging at the man’s hair insistently. Isou found himself smirking at that, liking his reaction quite a bit. He dragged his tongue over the head, and the boy bucked his hips, coming for the last time as his body curled in on itself, towards the man’s mouth.

Elf collapsed entirely after that, spent and literally passing out as Isou pulled off of him. He blinked as he swallowed, pleasantly surprised to find the taste sweet. He then looked at the blond in front of him, completely wrecked and naked. The doctor felt nervous the longer he looked at him. How the hell was he going to explain or deal with this?