Sheep Leading the Sheepdog (Lonan)

Rhu relaxed again as Lonan did, and it made continuing onwards so much easier. Without any... excessive... distractions, the handful of blocks passed quickly, and then Rhu had to extricate himself enough to fish out his keys (buried amongst a pile of cutesy animal keychains) and jimmy the lock of an older townhouse's front door. The door creaked a bit when Rhu finally got the lock to agree and pushed it open with a toe.

He surreptitiously pushed an old pair of boots out of the way of the small but clean entryway and playfully bowed for Lonan to enter ahead of him. Once inside, he shoved the door closed and kicked off his shoes, but that was really as long as he could wait before throwing himself at Lonan again, reaching to caress his face and kiss his lips and press his body against Lonan's.

Rhu shot Lonan a quick look, but the lock was always sticky and his landlord still hadn't got around to fixing it. Changing locks was a pain, apparently. Still, he was used to it, and it just took a bit of fiddling.

Breathing deeply again, Rhu hung comfortably in Lonan's arms, his own hands clasped behind the pooka's neck, and smiled up at him. And then ducked his head to laugh quietly at the tug on his shirt. "You need only suggest it," he said cheerfully. He released Lonan's neck so he could slowly - teasingly slowly - undo the buttons one at a time. "Horns don't get along with most pull-over shirts," he said casually, as if they were discussing fashion over a cup of tea, "so I'm really rather limited to button-up shirts that make me seem more formal than I ought."

One by one, the undone buttons revealed Rhu's bare chest, splattered between white and brown and black and more furred than haired, but soft and fuzzy regardless. He smirked up at Lonan, fully aware of how long he was taking, and then returned to undoing them before casually remarking, "you do have a choice between the show and speed."

One button at a time, Rhu focused Lonan's attention. There was no need for stress or worry or outside cares, after all. "They certainly do look nice," he agreed, "and the feel is hard to beat." Still slowly undoing buttons with one hand, he let the other brush along Lonan's chest for a moment.

"As nice as this shirt is, though, I think it will be much better off," he said slyly, finally undoing the last button and pressing into Lonan's hand gently. He rolled his shoulders back and let the loose shirt slip off, though he had to pause and shake his hands briefly to get the shirt to come all the way off and crumple on top of his shoes. Given that it was entirely unplanned, he still managed to only look a little abashed at the incident.

His distraction only lasted a moment, and then he gently wrapped his arms around Lonan's neck again, looking up at him and smiling faintly. "So, you got some clothing off me," he said softly, ears curved to show his full attention was on Lonan. "What do you want to do next?"

Rhu paused to nibble at his own lip briefly, simply enjoying the feel of Lonan's hands on his chest, and then moving across his skin to his back. Lonan seemed to be enjoying himself as well, and that was quite important. Two-person fun wasn't really fun if one person wasn't really feeling it.

"I do like that plan," he said cheerfully, remaining tilted upwards for a few moments after the kiss. He eventually let his hands slide across Lonan's shoulders, fingertips catching on his collar and tugging playfully. "Do you want to leave them in the entryway? It would certainly be quicker, but I don't want to ruin such a nice suit." He trailed a fingertip down Lonan's chest, head dipped as if to watch but looking up teasingly through his eyelashes.

His finger changed course and looped a few swirls, then tugged gently at a button. "Bedroom is the only door on the right," he offered, "and couch is just to the left. Of course, I'm all for stripping right here and now." He shuffled upwards so Lonan's lower hand would catch against the edge of his jeans.

Lonan's excitement was rather exciting, to be entirely honest, and Rhu wouldn't be teasing the pooka's collar if he weren't already very, very interested. Or, you know, inviting him into his house and asking if he'd prefer the bed or the couch.

His own ears mirrored Lonan's, to a less strained extent, and occasionally flicked to the sides. He thought that Lonan would agree to the bed, but impatience proved stronger. Well, Rhu wasn't really going to complain either way. His house was, ah, somewhat prepared overall. Plus he was a minor teleport.

His ears flicked again when Lonan started playing with his pants, and a little bit of a flush crept across his cheeks. Busy, huh? That was good. If Lonan were taking more initiative, Rhu could have even more fun than he was already having - not that teasing the pooka along was boring. Not in the slightest.

Rhu would gladly do as Lonan directed, though, and gave his butt a little teasing wiggle before beginning to slip the suit buttons apart. He wasn't nearly as slow and sly this time, finding himself almost rushing a few times before catching himself and slowing down again. He wasn't in a hurry. He was excited - he was very excited - but he wasn't in a hurry.

When all the buttons were undone, Rhu slid his hands underneath the jacket, smoothing his palms across the underlying shirt's fabric to push the jacket over Lonan's shoulders and down his arms. Rather than breaking Lonan's grip on him, though, he left it to hang there while he returned to button-work, occasionally letting a fingertip brush past the fabric or glancing quickly up at Lonan's face to gauge his mood.