The Great Dickening

Tyberius shook his hand a little, watching the tail wrap itself around his arm. It was a strange sort of feeling to have someone's tail wrapped around you, and Ty just quietly accepted it, his hands dancing lower to accommodate the length of Levi's tail. Completely oblivious to Levi's plight, Tyberius continued to stroke his fingers across Levi's flesh, pushing the lotion in quietly. He hadn't realised how close he was steadily getting, and was right up on the boy without thinking about it.

Stretching one leg out, Ty settled closer, dropping one arm to begin on the next arm. Drawing the limb closer, Ty massaged the aloe in, dedicated to his task. "This is ... Sort of fun. " He admit he liked being this close to Levi. They had sometimes shared a bed but that was mostly hands off. In addition, an unfamiliar phenomenon was beginning to take place in his pants, and Ty sat up straight, finally recognising the signs. Immediately dropping Levi's arms, Ty pushed himself backwards, one knee coming up to his chest. "Okay you're done." Roughly, Ty slapped lotion onto one of his own shoulders, using the sting of pain as a way to calm his body down, wincing as his hands chafed over the burn.

Ty's eyes flickered up and down Levi, inspecting him suspiciously. Now that he had distanced himself, he could see that Levi didn't look ... Well. He was crossing his legs and sweating, and he especially looked a little red. Leaning back in, he forgot about applying the salve to his own skin. "Are... You okay, though?" Levi hadn't said anything about feeling ill — and he imagined Levi to be the type to whine when something didn't feel right. Squinting, he leaned back to drop the subject. The sight of someone being physically attracted to him was so foreign, Ty didn't catch the clue right away.

He didn't want to ask the boy for help, feeling like it was something of admitting a weakness. He couldn't reach all of the burn, and admitting that would be the biggest way to make him feel incompetent. So, Ty could only shake his head certainly. "Of course I can get it." He didn't feel so sure of his statement, but didn't falter as he arched his back, wriggling as he tried to push his arm far back enough to get all of his burn. "See, I can do it just fine. You worry too much." It didn't actually feel like he was getting anything on his back, rather he felt like he was just wriggling his fingers in the air as they tried to touch any portion of skin they could find. Well, even if he didn't manage to reach, he would just have to make sure he didn't twist or bend over lest his skin rip.
The idea of his skin ripping to leave a massive gash obviously didn't appeal to him, and he paused his useless hand wriggling. His mouth set into a hard line, Ty thrust the bottle of lotion at Levi wordlessly, not wanting to actually ask, but a little afraid to just leave it, too.

Sighing faintly, Tyberius resigned himself to obeying, scooting closer to Levi. He watched cautiously as Levi scooped a bit into his mouth and immediately made a face. "Why... Did you do that..." Levi was still wholly a mystery to Ty — he didn't understand half the things Levi did, and wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. "You ... Are very strange... Don't do that." He had never learned anything about the boy's history, or why he ... seemingly ate lotion, and definitely wasn't going to ask now. The thought of a whole colony of tiny Levi's running around terrified him, and Ty thought it best to just shove the entire thought out of his head.

Turning around obediently, Ty hoped that Levi wouldn't try to consume any more lotion, a little disgusted by this new action. His body had calmed down since applying the cream to Levi, and Ty dropped his hands carefully into his lap to try to prevent any other incidents. Nervous now, Ty had begun to over-think the whole thing, his body automatically had begun to heat up, anticipating hands on his skin. Breathing shallowly, Ty closed his eyes for a moment, counting to 30 slowly in his mind. He wasn't attracted to Levi, he was just ... Just ... Worked up. That's all.

As soon as hands met his back, Ty made a strangled whimpering noise. A cross between a moan and whimper, a hand clapped itself over his mouth as he stared straight ahead, frozen. "It... Uh, hurts. Sorry." Quickly throwing an explanation out, Ty bit his lip as he shifted uncomfortably. His pants had rapidly begun to shrink in the crotch, and he tugged discreetly at the fabric, hurriedly drawing a pillow over to sit in his lap. His breathing was shallow and hoarse, and he tried to force himself to sit still and calm as the hands moved over his back.

"C..Careful, yeah. Yep. That's perfect." He had completely lost track of what they were being careful about, and was focusing hard on trying to keep his self-control going. This is so bad, I'm not gay, I'm not even gay why is this happening to me?" His teeth clenched down hard, biting back another noise, and his fists balled up on top of the pillow. He could do this, just ten more minutes of suffering and he could ... Go for a walk, go anywhere else but here. Thankfully with the pillow secured, he could relax a little bit, let his body do what it wanted. "I bet you're enjoying this, aren't you." His fidgeting had mostly quieted down, hoping that his pants didn't tear or do anything awful to give himself away. He prayed that talking would ease the tension in the air. Didn't Levi feel it? It was so tangible to him, he couldn't believe that Levi hadn't commented yet.

Ty shuddered; it felt like there was a war going on between his legs. It was incredibly hot and uncomfortable, and he could feel the sweat beginning to trickle down his forehead. "Rough--oh, no. You're fine. Perfect, really." Ty bit his lip, his teeth digging in until they nearly pierced the skin. His fingernails joined the cause, his fists clenching and unclenching as he fought to maintain himself. It almost made it worse that Levi had denied enjoying it. That meant he was the only gay one. Why was he being so fucking gay? He wasn't attracted to boys, he was attracted to ... Well. Not girls. Goddamnit, those hands.

He could feel a faint air stir on the back of his neck, and could swear Levi was breathing on him. His eyes pressing shut, another breathy noise escaped his lips, and his back arched gently in response. His body was out of control, and he felt so frustrated and hot. The feeling of arousal was slowly growing worse, and his hand drifted under the pillow, rubbing hard against his crotch, trying to make the pressure go away. Of course, that unfortunately made the issue much worse. This definitely had to be Levi's power, the power to make people feel this way. And in the back of his mind, Tyberius wasn't entirely sure that he minded being attracted to the boy.