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Puppy

Summary:

It turns out that onis like to be patted too.

(Choo-choo, here comes the ecchi train~)

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"You've been hanging around Gorou too much, you're genuinely starting to act like a dog." The butt of your hands dig into the ground behind you as you struggle to keep upright - Itto's strength repeatedly takes you off-guard as his pelvis smacks into you like a freight train. You don't even think he realized until a few seconds ago.

"Gorou's a good friend and I'm not a dog! I'm an--" he begins to argue, ruddy up to his pointed ears and with furrowed brows, but is quickly nipped in the bud and struggles to still himself.

"Oni? You laid on my lap, rolled over, and started humping me because I played with your hair. You're an honorary dog."

"Don't make fun of my friends or my heritage," is what he wants to say. He really does. But your smile and tender eyes don't look like you're actually making fun of him or his friends at all as gentle fingers rake through his spiky hair and avoidantly dance around his horns. You're letting it happen - Not pushing him away, not frightened as you feel hard, unrelenting muscle batter your side and nearly shove you into the dirt as you sit your weight back against your palms and peer up at the night sky. He knows it will likely bruise your hip and thigh.

Your head turns back to him and gives him another warm glance. "Not what I expected from a star-gazing trip, but not a bad thing. I just didn't know you were so excitable." you add quietly, as if bringing his realization to full fruition, and his face flushes harder.

"Onis take what they want." he corrects. And that was putting it lightly, he was being quite polite for his culture. "And if we can't have it, we find a way. So long as I'm not..." There's a pause, and he stills his hips, looking off to the side worriedly. "Uh, hurting anybody?" His words sound awfully pointed, eyes darting from you to the ground.

You refrain from laughing as the hand that's been teasing his hair intermittently wraps around one of his horns, playfully attempting to tug his head closer. His eyes widen as round as the Moon as he lets out an airy sound, looking like a frightened, small thing momentarily.

You actually do laugh at that, but it's a tender, soft sound the sends tingles into his cheeks and down his spine and to his groin, pressing it into your leg again without realizing it. You can't believe that he's so red that you can barely make out the lines of his makeup. "I do actually know what you are, and I accept that."

 

 

He squints his eyes shut in a pained way as his heart nearly leaps onto his tongue at that. It hurts in his chest.

 

 

"It must be hard, being around humans all day. We're so... Fragile that you must feel like a bull in a china shop. You bump your horns on our tiny doorways, you barely fit in average chairs, have to be aware of your strength constantly. It must be awful. There's actually been a couple of times you've hugged me way too hard."

 

 

He winces. He was kind of hoping you wouldn't notice.

 

 

 

 

"...I wish it didn't plague you, but I like that."

 

 

 

His brows raise as you let go of his horn. "Huh?"

 

 

 

"I like that." you repeat. "I know you hold back, but I like you how you are when you're not worried - I'm not afraid of onis and shouldn't be, just as you shouldn't be with me."

 

His brows are quick to furrow again though, and his eyes refuse to meet yours. "I don't think you realize..."

 

"Try me."

 

"B--"

 

"Try me. I haven't been hurt so far. At least not in a way I didn't like."

 

 

 

'At least not in a way you didn't like'? That's a very new concept for him.

 

 

 

He begins to rear up slowly; Cautiously. From nearly laying in your lap to his hands and knees, and smiles nervously as he pushes an open palm to your shoulder - It's an immense weight that has your hands skidding against the grass, pushing you onto your back. He's not straining.

 

In fact, he's barely exerting energy as he leans over you and watches with worried, confused intrigue, and within seconds you have to give in and fully lay yourself down. "Didn't hurt," you say with a smile from beneath him. His face goes cherry red again as he processes things.

 

"Did I ever tell you..." Your hand reaches up, far up to his head, having decided they liked how his horns felt in them, and pull him a bit closer. Eye to eye as yours narrow cheekily. "That I had a big dog that used to bowl me over excitedly when it'd see me get home, as a kid?"

 

"N-No..." he stammers slightly, sighing and squirming a bit pitifully at the pressure bearing into his head... Nicely. He's not so sure why. But he does know that he likes-- Really likes how you look under him, head framed by his hands that could easily cover your entire genuinely smiling face.

 

"Yeah, they used to completely knock me over and lick my face until I was practically drowning! Big claws, too," you laughed out, noticing the bewilderment in his eyes. "I never minded it because I loved them, and they were happy to see me, and we had bandages."

 

 

 

...Loved them?

 

 

 

Your laughing died down to huffy giggles, leaving you slightly panting through a grin. "Still don't like the idea of 'Honorary dog'?"

 

 

 

There was a long pause in which he just stared dumbly.

 

 

And then, an impact against your pelvis that propelled you many inches across the grass.

 

 

You squealed in shock that immediately melted into a fit of giggles as you used his horn for leverage to squirm back into place, trying to wrap your legs around his waist as best you could. "Okay, wait, maybe not with that spiky belt buckle. Then it's fine as much as you want."

 

He just nodded densely but enthusiastically, trying to navigate his brain well enough to remember how to take the Goddamned thing off with one hand. Only for smaller, more delicate hands to intercept effortlessly.

 

 

 

He actually didn't mind losing to somebody... Just this once, so long as it was like this.