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Grian was wondering what was going on with Mumbo. What did Cat Man say about him? Mumbo had been odd since it, slinking about the place, bright red and exhausted looking. The man was still bring him food and tea as well as changing Grian’s bandages but the man kept going into his office and locking the door behind him. All Grian could hear through the heavy wooden doors was the man pacing or something.
Grian felt a little ignored, a little worried, as he sat in the corridor, having found the door locked again. The man hadn’t even been jerking off over him for the last couple days. Grian hadn’t been enjoying himself either and it was getting to him now. He could feel the low weight of arousal in his stomach, his skin sensitive, trembling even waiting for Mumbo in their bed. That was part of the issue, Mumbo would only come to bed so late, often when Grian was already asleep.
Grian was currently sprawled over their bed, waiting for Mumbo again, feeling abandoned even, making his mind up if he was going to confront the man or not. Maybe Grian pushed him too far the last time? Sitting in his lap? Maybe Mumbo had a crisis of faith and now was determined not to be a pet fucker. Grian trilled confused as Mumbo walked in at last.
Grian’s tiredness vanished as he watched Mumbo open the bedroom door with a strange blanket over his shoulders. Grian sat up and stared as Mumbo walked in, a strange little hopping walk, spreading his arms out and letting the blanket hang from them. It wasn’t until he twirled it hit Grian what Mumbo was doing. He turned bright red as his little virgin performed a courtship Avian dance.
Grian honestly never expected anyone to even try to do that to him. He never had long term relationships. He never planned on settling down or even with someone from the Southern Avian population. He was miles from his homeland and people, stuck with a man who didn’t know what he was saying, a pet even but the man had found and learnt and practiced some antiquity ceremonial ritualistic dance of his people.
Grian fell so hard. His Mumbo. He got off the bed and tried to remember the acceptance steps. He chirped and bowed lowly. [I accept you moron.] He trilled and joined Mumbo in the intricate dance, circling and bowing under his arms, wings spread wide until they reached the end and they both bowed lowly to each other.
Grian looked up and grinned. His little virgin probably didn’t know that he just proposed to him and that he accepted. But Grian could pretend. That earned the man some sex. Grian grabbed the man’s shirt front and pulled him to the bed. Even smaller than Mumbo, he had the strength to. It wasn’t as if Mumbo was struggling or trying to get away. He pushed Mumbo onto the mattress and climbed on top of the man.
Mumbo gasped under him as Grian rapidly unbuttoned his shirt and nuzzled at his skin. He climbed down enough to free the man from his trousers and giggled as Mumbo gently pulled him away to help strip the both down.
Mumbo did pause to fish a bottle of lotion out from his trouser pocket and set it on the pillows. He was so careful as he laid Grian out. One hand going to Grian’s cock, finally touching him properly while the other opened the lotion bottle and poured some out. Grian was a little wide eyed as he realised what Mumbo was going to do as he pressed his lotion slick fingers between his legs. Grian wondered if this was something from Cat Man or not, as he was slowly stretched open, Mumbo making sure to take it so slowly, teasing him open.
Grian was more than ready when Mumbo settled over him, his cock pressing finally against him before finally it pressed in him. He felt so wired up for it, it had really been too long since Grian was filled. He clutched at Mumbo’s back as Mumbo cried out his name, his sweet little virgin not even managing a thrust before he came in him. He lay there all worked up and needy as Mumbo pulled out looking all flushed.
Grian humped the air, trying to draw Mumbo’s attention to the fact he hadn’t came yet and Mumbo quickly wrapped his hand around Grian’s cock, and ran his thumb of his other hand over his arse, where Mumbo’s cum was now pearling out. He bucked into Mumbo’s grasp so damn close. He was pushed over the edge when Mumbo pressed his thumb into him, the sensation enough to make Grian cum with a trill.