Punctuality (Patreon)

The silence in the room made everything a little louder than usual.

Vance wasn’t a talker, but Chrys could pick up the hushed panting of his partner very well. Alongside the shuffling of sheets, the low grunting of quiet exertion, and the squeaking of his own satisfaction, Chrys honed in on it despite teetering on the precipice of his own completion.

The low thumping of headboard against wall was something of a metronome as it echoed the subtle squelching of a rough fucking. It was a cacophony of noise he’d come to appreciate when he and his partner found time to convene-- and one of the few things he could focus on past the omnipresent pulsing of his nethers, and the nagging reminder that there wasn’t much time left to finish up.

He and Vance were on borrowed time, and they had been since the moment he’d gotten the offhanded request to set an alarm. The hyena was always the punctual sort. He never missed a day of work without reason, and he was always on time. So when the civet's rhetorical teasing pulled a smirk out of the usually stoic creature, the silver civet practically leaped at his phone to set the reminder.

4 o’ clock. They had about 15 minutes.

Luckily for Chrysante, it never took him long to get his fill. 8 minutes past the immediate sear of unprepped entry, he was already suffocated under the heavy pressure building at his lower half. Biting his lip to keep his composure, the civet pinned his eyes shut when the hyena moved to quiet the headboard. It was a sign that he was getting close. Vance tended to get rougher, and just a little louder when the extra noise finally got on his nerves-- and the idea of him losing his faculties was something Chrysante absolutely lived for.

He braced himself for it and instinctively, he grabbed spotted hips and sank his claws in. He’d need something to hold on to and resisted the urge to grab a fist full of hair as the first of heavier strokes finally met his rear. He felt his eyes unintentionally cross, and his claws unsheathe as that pleasant fullness claimed him again. He wasn’t completely prepared for the way he convulsed immediately afterwards, but anticipation had its way of speeding things up.

He was a little early, but it was hard not to be given the circumstances.

Chrysante’s slick fluid oozed onto his navel in a slow deliberate stream. He could barely feel the specks of it spattered on his furry chest, unsure if he’d surpassed a personal record or if he’d begun drooling. The haze of a good time made it harder to tell. Harder to see… harder to hear…

At least until the alarm went off.

In that instant everything stopped, and Vance wordlessly regained his placidity as if he’d never let it slip at all. Chrysante’s inebriation dissipated in kind, and as the hyena withdrew, he grit his pearly fangs in exceptional annoyance.

Of course, the fucking thing would go off at the best part. Just his luck.

The silver civet sighed out loud, vocalizing his immediate disappointment at the most anti-climatic moment in recent history.

Maybe if he asked nicely, they could split a shower. It wouldn't feel right if he were the only one relieved before a stressful work day...