Midnight Wakeup Call (Wakka / Kimahri)

The tent was dark. Though through the eyes of Kimahri Ronso it was clear to him as day. He had used his forearm to brush aside the curtain that was the front door and was now sneaking through the first room. There was someone asleep in the corner of the room, but it wasn’t who he was looking for. He moved to the next room.

There were two men sleeping here. The man on the left is the one he was looking for. He saw Wakka sleeping peacefully on his stomach, with a blanket covering his lower half. He loosened his loincloth and went over to the other side of Wakka’s bed. He placed his things on the floor and got under the blanket.

He let his large hand wander down Wakka’s back and under the sheet where he discovered that Wakka wasn’t wearing anything. Kimahri grinned and his cock began to grow erect.

He squeezed the human’s glutes in his mighty hands for several minuets, savoring their shape and feel. His cock was almost fully erect now. He reached back for his belt and grabbed a small leather drawstring bag. He swirled a finger inside it for a moment, and when he withdrew it, it was covered with a thick, sweet-smelling grease.

He put his hand under the blanket again and wriggled his finger between Wakka’s perfectly formed ass-cheeks. He found his hole easily and began pushing his blue finger against it. There was resistance, but he pushed through it without any problem.

Wakka shifted in his sleep a bit but didn’t wake up. Kimahri pushed his thick digit deeper until his knuckles prevented him from going any deeper. Wakka moaned softly in his sleep. Kimahri grinned and began pushing his finger in and out.

Slowly, he shifted himself and got on top of Wakka’s legs in preparation for his next act of debauchery. Wakka moved again in his sleep and jumped.

“What th...” He began to cry out but Kimahri’s hand was over his mouth in a second.

“Quiet.” He growled quietly in Wakka’s ear. “Wakka will wake the others. It’s only Kimahri.”

Wakka relaxed slightly but squirmed a bit as Kimahri resumed fingering his human friend.

“Oh yea big guy, that feels great,” Wakka whispered. “But it would feel better if you used something bigger ya?”

The Ronso took the hint and began subbing the grease on his large throbbing member. He aimed the tip at Wakka’s pre-greased hole and began pushing it in.

Wakka’s whole body tensed up and he buried his face in his pillow to mask his cries of pain. Kimahri rubbed his back to sooth and relax him as he slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper. When he was fully inside, he lay his large body on top of Wakka’s and waited for his partner’s pain to pass.
Minuets passed, and slowly Wakka’s body relaxed. He turned his head to the side and looked up at Kimahri in the darkness. “Start slow.” He whispered.

Kimahri wrapped his arms under his lover to hold him tight while he slowly glided in and out of him. The pleasure was amazing for both of them, but they had to be quiet so as not to wake any of the others. The only sound was their heavy breathing; the occasional snores from one of the other men and the fluttering of palm trees in the warm nights breeze.

“Lift up a bit.” Kimahri instructed. He reached his hand down and wrapped his and firmly around Wakka’s throbbing hard member. He stroked it slowly, keeping synch with his own slow thrusting.

They got a real fright some time later when the guy across from them got out of bed. They remained completely still. They were blocked from direct sight by privacy curtains, but they still were on edge. The man went outside and moments later they heard him taking a piss. He returned a few minuets later. Got in bed and began snoring within a few seconds. They both relaxed and Kimahri continued thrusting.

“Ahh.” Wakka gasped. “I can’t hold back anymore, I’m gonna....”

His words were immediately followed by a ful body spasm and Kimahri felt Wakka’s warm cum fill his hand. His body relaxed again and his breath slowed. Kimahri lifted hi hand to his mouth to taste; he licked his hand clean.

“Mmm.” He whispered in his lover’s ear. “Wakka tastes good.”

Kimahri pulled himself out and flipped Wakka on his back. He re-entered and sped up the pace of his thrusting. The two embraced again and their lips met.

“Ki-kimahri will soon...” He grunted a few moments later, but his sentence was cut short. He buried himself as deep as he could and began filling Wakka’s insides with his seed.

Kimahri let out a sigh of relief as his load ended. “That felt good.”

“Yea, that was great.” Wakka said quietly as he massaged Kimahri’s hairy blue pectorals.

“Yes. Kimahri must go though. We might get caught.”

“Yea.” They kissed. “See you later man.”

Kimahri pulled out and got up. He pulled on his loincloth. After adjusting it, left the tent silently.

Wakka pulled the blanket back over himself and stretched. He wished Kimahri could have stayed, but he knew the difference. Thoughts of spending an entire night with the Ronso filled his his mind and slowly carried him off to sleep.