Can't sleep by anon

Your eyes are closed, your face burying into his fluffy, warm chest.
"Anon, come on..." he groans.
He shifts up and moves the blankets with him.
Now you're under covers with your neck at an awkward angle, but your face is buried in his soft stomach.
You wrap your arms around his torso and nuzzle into him again.
"Anon!" he says again and pushes you over.
You get a glance at the alarm clock: it's just after 4 AM.
"What?" you ask, lazily turning back around into his warm embrace.
"I can't sleep."
"Do you want some help with tha--"
"I mean you keep nuzzling into me, so I can't fall asleep. A- A- And it's making me nervous."
That wakes you up a little. You look at the cheetah next to you.
He's lying on his back, gripping the top of the blanket; you're on your side, head supported by hand, looking at him.
You sigh and lower yourself to kiss him on the cheek.
"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
You caress him on the other cheek. Even in the darkness you can see him smile subconsciously.
"I mean, I like being with you, Anon. Like, naked in bed too. But it feels weird too, you know?" he babbles, his grip relaxing.
"Yeah, I get it," you nod and ask, "Would it help if I didn't push on you that much? Like," you pause, "if we tried cuddling together or something?"
"O- Okay, maybe like face to face?" he proposes.
You shuffle around for a second until you tangle yourselves into an embrace with your chests and foreheads together.
There's more struggling as you try to find a comfortable position together.
Your arm gets squished underneath his chest.
Then there's the issue of how to lay your heads next to each other without excessively bumping into each other's nose and snout.
You don't realise how hard you are until your manhood accidentally bumps into his.
He freezes.
He makes a clear throating noise.
You probably should say something.
"I, uh, sorry about that."
"Was it like this the whole time?"
No point in lying:
"...Yes."
There's a brief moment of awkward silence, even though you're not sure why – you've already jerked each other off before.
"It's not something I can do much about," you begin to explain, now being the one who's getting nervous.
WHY? It might just be the second time you're in bed together, but he sure knows how biology works.
You try to form another sentence. You give the fluffball a look. He doesn't look shocked, just unsure again.
You sense him sliding down his hand down his crotch underneath the blanket, as if to scratch himself there.
Oh, you know it. He's definitely horny too.
As if there was any debate about either of you not being horny when lying next to each other in bed while naked.
"Okay, what if we..." you try not to blurt out something crude, "do the thing together?"
He looks at you and nods, "Alright."
"Let's take it slow, alright? No touching with my hand on it and around unless it's alright, alright?"
"Right."
You roll onto your sides again, facing each other, and go for the embrace again, this time not minding a bit of discomfort since you're not trying to fall asleep.
Both of you shiver a little during the initial touch.
You find his hand and grab it. You squeeze it gently.
You go for the kiss, though it's a bit of a sloppy affair. You mostly get licked on the lips, and once the cheetah's tongue flicks yours, he immediately pulls it back.
You caress him under the chin, then on the neck, with your free hand. He's so soft.
You feel sharp claws and squishy paw pads running on your bare chest tentatively, unsuredly.
Your dicks touch as you go deeper into the embrace.
You feel it shudder against yours.
You try to move away a little, "Sorry, I didn--"
"It's alright."
Moments later, your hands are already at each other's underbellies.
You continue the kiss despite not knowing what you're doing.
You buck against him slightly, rubbing your dicks together.
The squishy, rubbery spikes at his base rub you comfortably.
He exhales into your mouth.
Suddenly, he breaks the kiss.
"Holdonholdonholdon, I'm not sure."
You stop and move away from the frottage. You kiss him and ask him in a whisper,
"If you want to pause or something, it's fi--"
"Nononono, I mean I just don't know--," he fidgets around nervously, throwing the blanket away, "Yeah, I need to-- we need to cut the shit."
Huh?
You see him rubbing his body: stomach, hips, crotch too.
"Like, I'll go insane if we don't do it."
"So, let's justs do it, okay?"
"Y- Yes."
You pull the blanket over both of you again and almost jump into the embrace again.
You reach with your hand and slide with your fingers along his shaft. He twitches from the touch.
Then you feel the same, his warm hand patting around your crotch before grabbing your dick.
He starts to clumsily move his hands up and down, beginning to jerk you off.
You don't wait and reciprocate.
With your free hand you pull yourself closer to him.
He leans his face into your shoulder.
You nuzzle yours into his fluffy neck, huffing into the soft fur.
"Ano-- Anon"
Did he just moan your name?
You can't help yourself but do the same.
It takes just a moment before you're both close to release, both moaning and whining into each other's necks.
He comes first, huffing and gasping as you keep jerking him.
His uncontrolled, rough, twitchy movements send you over the edge too.
Your toes curl as you lose the idea of space and time for a second.
Sticky, warm wetness on your chest dripping down onto the bed slowly rouses you from the bliss.
You find yourself exhaling sharply into the cheetah's chest.
He's cuddled up, his chin stabbing your scalp.
"You alright?" you ask.
"I-- Y-yeah, I think so," he responds, exhaling in-between words.
"Still nervous?"
He giggles. "A little, yeah. Is better, though."
You smile. Rowsiness starts overtaking you.
Ah fuck, what about the mess?
The first time, you at least had the foresight of bringing in a towel.
Maybe that made it awkward, though.
With a groan you get up and grab a pair of clean towels from the wardrobe.
You throw yourself in the bed while wiping yourself off. You give the other one to him.
You try to scrape and rub the messy sheets.
They might not stain much now, but damn are they still wet.
Throwing the dirty towels on the ground before the work wakes you up too much, you throw the blanket on you again.
You cuddle. He lies on top of you and wraps his arms and legs around you.
You rest your hands on his lower back, almost grabbing on to his rump for him to not fall off you.
You smirk when your flaccid shafts bump against each other. It makes him giggle again.
"We better do this again soon, Anon. Like, in the morning-kinda soon," the cheetah purrs in your ear.
You glance at the alarm clock.
4:23
God damn it.
Sleep takes you, made faster by your tiredness, the flood of feel good hormones, and the warm fluffiness pressing against you.
You wake up in the morning.
Well, you're woken up by the alarm clock at 8 AM.
Tired. As. Fuck.
You don't want to move.
Lazily check your phone, wanting to prolong the inevitable of having to clean up, get something to eat, and go to work.
GOVT. ALERT:
Due to sudden uptick in Bovid-69, every outside activity is strictly prohibited. Stay at home. If you show signs of mooing as a non-cattle resident, call your nearest health station. Do not leave your homes.
How convenient.
You sleep in until noon when you finally get out of bed.
The only thing you do is heat up milk to make instant cocoa, then back to bed to cuddle.

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Pub: 06 Nov 2021 11:02 UTC
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