#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ; ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ; ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Dana 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

✩  「   @amarantestarsxspacexsea​   」  ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Fenton wants to help… He has to.

Now, that he’s dating Dana— the logic of which he refuses to question —Fenton has more tools in his arsenal to assist with that. Tools that, honestly, he has more faith in than his verbal ability. Even if his sexual prowess is something he’d hardly brag about. Still, if she had to choose between keeping his mouth busy or using it to spew all sorts of well-meaning crap, the choice is clear. Especially when Dana is this distraught. Strange how becoming more intimate with someone can have the averse affect of making interacting with them far more terrifying… In certain situations, at least. Ones like THIS anyway.

Maybe because now it feels like he has even more to lose… or perhaps, more to live up to.

Wincing when his initial attempt is turned down— looks like he had no choice but to rely on his skills of comforting —stomach twists in knots as he watches Dana retreat in on himself. Feathers ruffled with palpable unease, gaze averts down to fidgeting fingers, brows furrowed and hazel clouded by indecision before he finally shuts his eyes, sucks in a discreet breath and refocuses his attention on Dana. Carefully easing himself over, not wanting to jostle the other man, there’s a second of hesitation before Fenton curls up against Dana’s back.

Face pressed against the other’s spine, eyes close and body moves as close as he physically can, just wanting Dana to feel the pressure and warmth of him there. Not wanting to hold Dana for fear of the other feeling restricted or uncomfortable, Fenton settles for a hand gingerly rubbing against the others back. Rhythmic motions meant to soothe, tone following suit as he tentatively offers,  ❝  …. Do you- want to talk about it?  ❞  

Face nuzzles against his boyfriend, trying to provide gentle affection without crossing a boundary. Especially after his misguided attempt before.  ❝  It’s alright if you don’t. We can just lie here….  ❞  Eyes peeking open, head shifts so his forehead is pressed against his partner’s body instead, letting his gaze rest on Dana’s back,  ❝  If you want, I can hold you— With no intention of escalating things or hidden motives, of course! I promise…. I just— … It might help you feel better.  ❞  

It usually helps him…

With that suggestion, Fenton falls quiet, not wanting to risk coming off as overbearing. Like he said, they can just lie here quietly if that’s all Dana wants. All he needs…. Whatever it is, Fenton will be here to patiently provide.   「 ☆ 」 

[ducktales-wco-oo]

"Ahhh, mmmm, fuck."

That was all Dana had to say as he laid ontop of the sleeping bag in his tent, with Fenton working his magic with his mouth, pleasuring the actor's folds from below.

Dana suggested a camping trip, given Fenton's know how from his days as a Junior Woodchuck and Dana's need for a scenery change, he figured it is was time, especially with Fall around the corner.

In spite of the hard work, bugs, dirt and all of what nature had to offer, Dana knew this had to pay off. Especially if it meant spending time with his friend turned lover like this.

With the dark blue fabric bunched in both hands, the grip tightened even more. Eyes are closed, the Kingfisher bit his bottom lip holding back his moans out of fear of potiential campers passing them by.

"Omega Thee mou...Fenton...d-don't, Ah! ssstop!"

-  ✩  「    @amarantestarsxspacexsea ​   」  ✩

「 ☆ 」   Fenton normally isn’t one for displays of affection like THIS done out in public... but even he must admit that there’s something alluring about pleasuring his partner out in nature. A sense of seclusion— that logically, he knows could be broken at any moment by a fellow camper —and serenity that accompanies the deep woods. It feels private despite being out in the open, with nothing but the thin material of their tent to veil the sounds within, crudely giving away what’s happening within if one were to stop and pay close enough attention. But those fears are far from Fenton’s mind, all sense of shame overshadowed by the noises Dana is making. Validating him as Fenton indulges in something that used to give him pause.

It had been intimidating at first, giving oral to his boyfriend since he had never tried it on parts such as this. But with patience and practice, Fenton had come to understand what he’s meant to do. Frankly, it’s not nearly as difficult as he had dreaded it would be. Perhaps it’s his impeccable attention to detail or ability to break things down into steps and components, quickly isolating what invoked the best reactions and WHERE to focus in order to achieve this. Gauging Dana’s movements, from the hitch of his breath to the tone of his voice, Fenton locked these reactions away in his mind to aid in his work. 

Work that, based on the breathless praise he’s recieving, he’d like to think he is performing well.

Tongue already having slipped past Dana’s folds to explore within, warm muscle caresses the other’s walls; teasing and testing the waters before delving in deeper. Hot breath washing over, small vibrations are sent throughout as Fenton softly moans into the sensation. Sincere sounds of delight as Dana’s taste coats his tongue and moistens his lips, proof of his progress spurring the small duck onward. His length already dripping between his legs, Fenton pays it no heed at the moment, solely focused on pleasuring his partner. Hands resting on Dana’s thighs, hold is firm as Fenton further nestles himself between his boyfriend’s legs, mouth toying at the sensitive area with added fervor at Dana’s stifled moans.

He wants to hear him.... Fenton wants to hear him so badly.

Whimpering into the affection, tail adorably wags in search of further praise, plumage fluffed and soft to the touch in an instinctive display. Teasing Dana’s clit, tongue runs along it in a variety of motions, deciphering which his partner prefers before doubling-down. Eyes opening to study the other’s expression, hazel hues are big and contemplative, filled with an innocent-lust as he admires his boyfriend. Unfortunately— as Fenton tends to do —this moment of studiousness quickly turns into a moment of admiration, followed by a slowing of his tongue, lazy stimulation taking place of the focused movements of before. Caught up in thoughts of his boyfriend and how happy he looks, it takes a few moments before Fenton remembers WHY Dana looks that way right now.

Oh. Right... He’s in the middle of something.

Hastily apologizing for losing focus, Fenton quickly delves back in, opting to suck on the other’s clit to ease it back into the action before deftly slipping his tongue back inside to stimulate in another manner. If Fenton has learned anything about oral from the countless times he’s done it— mainly for his ex, but still... —it’s that variety and surprise are key for keeping a partner invested and properly satisfied.   「 ☆ 」