Move This Mountain

What do you want from me
I stand before you no attempt to leave
I'm too tired to disagree

-Move This Mountain, Sophie Ellis-Bextor


Simon was asleep, dreaming restless colorful dreams. He was drilling again, and Kamina was there... but something wasn't right and he was trying to reach out and shake the man out of it. Then he was awake, and he was touching something, something real. There was something soft and warm in the dark that was pressing against him, and for a moment he imagined smelling Nia's hair... but although it wasn't her, the smell was familiar. And then the soft snout, the little tongue... but this wasn't the Boota he knew, this was a strangely familiar human boy, making himself comfortable in his bed.

"Boota!" Simon gasped while trying to push the boy away.

Boota looked at him quizzically with his sparkling little eyes, with a hint of disappointment.

"But Simon, I always sleep with you!"
"Boota, you're... you're human..."

And now there was hurt in those eyes.

"You don't like me like this, Simon?" His soft voice was lower now.
"It's not that, it's that it's not appropriate..."

But Simon couldn't continue, Boota was now wrapping his little arms around him, pressing himself tightly against Simon's body - and he was nervously licking Simon, just like the little mole pig did when he was anxious or scared.

"Boota..." But Simon let the boy stay, snuggling up to his lap.

And he placed his hand on the boy's back, feeling his softer than soft skin, and become suddenly very aware that the boy wasn't wearing anything.

"Boota..."

Simon scratched the boy's neck softly, like he always did when comforting him, and the human-Boota responded the same as the mole pig always did, letting out little purring sounds. And he calmed down, but didn't stop the licking... just slowed it down to something with a purpose.

"Simon... you taste good. I always wanted to tell you that."

Boota loosened his desperate grip on Simon, looking at him below his brows. He moved a little, finding Simon's nipple and started licking it, then sucking... and Simon took a deep breath in, feeling the arousing tingling sensation in his groin.

"Boota, what are you doing..." But he didn't try to push the boy away anymore.
"I'll make you feel good. Like humans do." A very Boota-like direct statement.

With those words he reached his hand down between Simon's legs, and Simon jerked at the feel of his silky hand on his cock.

"Boota... you shouldn't..."

But the boy wasn't listening, he had started planting small kisses to Simon's chest, moving down to his flat belly, now his both hands stroking Simon's cock. And when the boy gently started licking it, Simon couldn't do more than sigh and close his eyes, his hand gently in Boota's soft hair. The boy didn't have any experience, so he just licked, his little rough tongue exploring the taste and the shape of Simon's cock, and after few moments Simon had to guide him.

"Take it into your mouth, Boota..." His voice was breathless, he couldn't believe what he was saying.

Boota glanced at him, then opened his mouth and with his hands guided Simon's cock in. First just the head, then he had to pull back for a breath, then trying again figuring out that he could still breathe through his nose. He was tentative at first, not certain what to do, but as always he was attentive and learned quickly by watching Simon's face, seeing what made him writhe in pleasure. Especially when he filled his mouth with Simon's cock, how he had to open his mouth as wide as he could, until the head Simon's cock was pressed down to his soft pallet which made him gag, but it made Simon gasp and twitch, so he continued.

"You want to put it in me, Simon?" Simon had closed his eyes again, but opened them again to look at the boy. "I've seen humans do it."
"Boota... you don't have to... I don't want to hurt you..." And those bright eyes were looking at him again.
"How would that hurt me? I understand it feels good."

And Boota was pulling drowsy Simon up but again his inexperience stopped him from continuing, and Simon had to help him.

"Turn around... " Sweet lord, it wasn't right but somehow he couldn't stop either.

Simon ran his fingers through Boota's hair again, down his back, nudging the little tail which made the boy purr again.

"Lick my fingers, make them wet... I need... I need to prepare you..."

And he pulled Boota against himself, kissing his neck, letting the boy suck his fingers. Simon was surprised to find how much his kisses impacted the boy - he could feel how his body tensed up, and now he was nibbling Simon's fingers with his sharp teeth, sending little shocks down his spine. Simon slipped his other hand down to Boota's nipple, first just brushing it gently, then softly rubbing it between his thumb and index finger and this made the boy squeel softly. Then Simon let his hand travel lower, tentatively touching the boy's cock, feeling it pulse against his palm... and he squeezed it softly and just the first stroke made Boota cry out.

"Simon! I..." But the boy didn't get to finish his sentence before his body in Simon's arms froze up and he started cumming, while letting out soft little squeals.

Simon held him close until he stopped shaking, stroking his hair. So quick, he thought and was almost disappointed for it would be unfair now to expect anything more. But while he was considering what to do next, Boota spoke again.

"Oh Simon... now it's your turn..." His tone was maybe even more insistent than before, but Simon wasn't about to argue.
"Bend over, then..."

Simon let his hands slide down Boota's back, wrapping his finger in the little curl of his tail lifting it up to reveal the boy's anus. And he took his finger, still slick with Boota's saliva and rubbed it gently at the ring, then slowly pushing in. There was resistance as the boy froze letting out a surprised gasp.

"Relax, Boota... I need to loosen you up a little if you want me to do it..."

Boota nodded, eyes nervously squeezed shut, but obeying Simon trying to relax. Simon pushed his finger in more, and at the same time rubbing Boota's tail with his other hand which he knew the boy liked, but now he was too uncomfortable to purr. So he continued fingering the boy, and slowly his body allowed Simon to enter another finger, and when Boota's breathing calmed down Simon withdrew.

"I'm going in now, Boota..."

Simon's cock was rock hard when he slowly pushed into Boota's ass and he gasped feeling the incredible tightness gripping him. The boy beneath him was whimpering, probably in pain, but not pulling away, and Simon was trying his best to comfort him, rubbing his neck with his fingertips... but he couldn't keep his eyes away from the hypnotizing sight of his cock sinking into the boy's incredibly small-looking anus. And he pushed in more, and Boota was arching his back and grabbing his own cock now, starting to furiously stroke it.

"It's half-way in... can I continue..?" Panting, hoping the boy wouldn't say no as he wasn't sure if he could stop either.
"I want it... I want it in all the way..." The boy was shuddering, pain and pleasure mixing.

Simon was moving again, first holding Boota by the hips, sliding in and out slowly, savoring the sight. And he lowered down to his hands so he could smell and feel the boy better, and although his body looked so small and delicate, yet it felt so strong, tensing up when he moved. His skin was smooth and soft, and when Simon sucked his earlobe the boy moaned, quietly repeating his name. Few more thrusts, and Simon was able to bury his cock all the way in where he stopped, panting, pressing his face to Boota's silky hair breathing in his smell. And suddenly the boy under him started shaking again, squealing, and Simon realized he was already having his second orgasm... and he laughed breathlessly at the boy's uncontrollable exhilaration. He waited until his urge to move was too great, and then continued fucking the boy unhurriedly for a few more moments.

"Boota... let me look at you..."

Simon pulled out, laying down on the bed on his back, beckoning Boota closer. The boy came eagerly like a puppy, climbing onto his lap, looking at him with his dark eyes. Simon reached out for him and pulled him closer, wrapping his fingers around his neck, kissing him on the mouth for the first time. When he pushed his tongue in the boy was surprised but quickly started sucking it, licking his lower lip with his rough tongue. After a few moments, Simon pushed the boy back again.

"I want to cum inside you..." The boy looked so eager to please, nodding and backing down, positioning himself on Simon's cock again.

This time entering him was easier, and now Simon could see the intense pleasure on Boota's face, how he closed his eyes lifting his chin while lowering himself down. His hands were on Simon's chest so he could carefully lean on him as he started moving, Simon steadying him with his own hand. And despite having already cum twice, Simon could see the boy having yet another erection and he reached his hand to touch it. Feeling his hand Boota opened his eyes, and gave him a grave small nod, picking up his own speed.

Simon let the boy set his rhythm while stroking him, but he was getting better at noticing when boy's rapid orgasms were coming so as soon he could see the signs he stopped - first time he did this Boota looked distressed, but Simon smiled at him, urging him to continue and in few minutes the boy was begging him for a release.

"No..." Simon was still teasing, but the glassy look on the boy's face was turning him on more than he was willing to admit. "I want us to cum together this time..."

Boota leaned forward on his hands and knees so he could move faster, but the change of position made him even tighter for Simon and now made him grunt with every thrust. He wrapped his hand around the boy's back, helping him move, feeling tightness in his balls... and he called the boy's name softly, tightening his grip on his cock, pushing him down as deep as he could... and when Simon started cumming Boota was crying out again, shaking, as he came to his third orgasm.

For a moment both men were frozen, breathing heavily, then Boota collapsed down, and Simon could feel his quick heartbeat as the boy pressed his soft cheek against his chest, his hair tickling Simon's nose.

"Simon... there isn't much time before I..." The boy's voice was quiet, and Simon could feel his presence slipping away, his body turning lighter. "Simon! I just wanted to tell you that I'll always be with you! "

Simon tried to hold on to him but reality was changing again, and Boota and his bed flickered out of existence as he could feel himself being sucked back into his former self. And while he was trying to adjust to the change, seeing the pathetic form of his brother groveling in front of him, the memory of the boy slowly faded like a dream... final traces of the dream were Boota's soft kisses on his neck and the warmth of his body against him.