Kyle stopped the palm of his hand just a few inches away from her face as if contemplating whether he had the right to continue. The hesitation didn’t escape Layla’s attention. Their eyes met again. Gentle, almost imperceptible nod, accompanied by an approving blink of her black eyes. Kyle lowered his sight. Her accurate little mouth was opened ever so slightly, her breath barely elevated. Carefully, as if being afraid to frighten something away, the fingers of his hand touched the lower part of vaporeon’s mouth. For a split second, he felt the body of a pokemon tightening under him, before relaxing back again, as if giving in to his touch. He ran the very tips of his fingers across her lips, exploring. Felt their pleasant warmth. Vaporeon’s lips were small, very small, almost unnoticeable from a fair distance. But being this unceremoniously close, he could see every intricacy of them, naked to the eye. The darkening of their colour, as they collapse into the inner parts of pokemon’s mouth, the fluttering mimicry, responding to the human’s curious touch.
A few fleeting moments passed before Kyle raised his sight again. Vaporeon’s eyes were half-closed, her gaze almost diffused, looking at nothing in particular somewhere up above. She hasn't moved a muscle all this time. The young man couldn’t help but wonder what he felt. Was she confused? Bewildered by the human’s odd behaviour? Intrigued? Indifferent? She had no intention to protest his advances, that much he knew.
As if fortified by this observation, he braved his fingers into a gentle pull on her lower lip, exposing the very pink of a vaporeon’s inner mouth. Layla involuntarily exhaled. A firm clash of pearl white, almost petite teeth glanced back at him. He stopped short, admiring the outrageous perfection of her bite. Kyle could not explain why, but this obvious simplicity, this plain perfection of her anatomy fascinated him. A sexual fetish? The young man pondered about this faintly disturbing thought for a second. No, he finally rejected the assumption, he felt nothing specifically sexual about this, barring the situation they both were in. Still, there was something… something oddly pleasant, something he couldn't quite put a finger on. Perhaps it wasn’t the act itself? Perhaps it was the context in which said act was performed – Layla, lying beneath him, docile and defenceless, while he explored the personal secrets of her body in the most brazen of ways.
He must have spazzed out. Sudden movement of the vaporeon's head brought Kyle back to his senses. He saw her questioning look, sprinkled with undertones of a slight concern. The young man awkwardly smiled at the pokemon:
– Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so much of a bother.
Layla shook her head. He never could get used to how weirdly adorable she looked when trying to imitate this human behaviour. Kyle sneered at her:
– Oh, you want me to continue?
Another direct look with a new expression he could not quite discern. It is not that she minded it, no… but perhaps a concern how long did he plan to play his game? A desire to know where they both are heading with this?
He had no answer to that. Kyle recalled their very first moment at the pool. The sensation of her tongue still burned on his chin and his lips, as if it happened today. The stifled, almost desperate grinding of her hips. Her scent, divine. The young man felt a slight tightening in his pants. He knew exactly how it felt. The burning desire, the mind-bending itch. The alluring pleasure of something unknown and forbidden.
But this, right here and right now, in this very moment - this was different. Something changed. Inside him..? Between them..? The uncertain, almost worrisome yet pleasant feeling fluttered into his stomach again. He wanted to catch it, to dissect, to understand – but it effortlessly eluded him, just like before. Kyle violently shook his head. He suddenly felt helpless. The young man no longer could comprehend his own feelings and his own desires. It felt wrong, and yet... it didn’t?
A soft touch of Layla’s front paws brought him back. He spaced out again. Kyle refocused his attention on the vaporeon in front of him, only to meet her openly worrying gaze. The blackness of her eyes was ever so slightly angled down. Her little mouth was open, the fins on her head flared, in alert. An invisible hand reached into his chest and slightly squeezed the young man’s heart in a familiar, painfully sweet ache. He wanted to kiss her, Kyle realised. He knew it could never work the way he imagined it, but the urge was overwhelming. The palms of his hands reached her cheeks, gently fixing her head in place. The worry on the vaporeon's face slowly transitioned into bewilderment shaded with uncertain expectations. Kyle noticed his face was dangerously close to hers. One long heartbeat passed another.
And then she licked him. Right on the nose.
It felt like an eternity passed until the young man could even measure how bemused he was by this sudden action. It was so out of place, so… benign. The pokemon and the human stared at each other in total silence for a few seconds, before exploding into heartfelt laughter.