(Any Other) Pearls of Wisdom
Celestia's sun radiated above the bustling metropolis of Manehatten, and it was showing no mercy today. High in the sky of Manehatten, brutal beams of summer sun super-heated the concrete jungle below, making it a daytime nightmare for the ponies below trying to go about their day. The week's heat wave wouldn't stop hoof-traffic from being congested as usual, though, it just made everyone much crankier, if that were somehow possible in a city like this.
Farther away from the tall buildings of the crowded downtown, a pale blue unicorn stallion was sending his gratitude to his apartment's air conditioning.
Night Light, having just stepped out of the shower not 5 minutes ago, finished towelling off his dark blue mane with a violent ruffling. Taking hold of the now damp towel with magic, he casually tossed it in the corner of his bedroom with the other few clothing items which apparently served as the laundry pile if enough had gathered there after awhile. He left his normally neat-looking mane uncombed as he strolled into the living room, and opted to gaze out of the window for a moment. It was going to be a scorcher out there today, that was for sure. Luckily, he wouldn't be patrolling during the hot afternoon hours for the next week. Luck would have his schedule shifted towards the dusk hour patrol, when it was nice and cool(er) after a long, hot day, but didn't carry the same danger as the night shift. In his heart, he gave an earnest salute to his comrades who were out busting their asses in this heat.
Strolling over to the refrigerator, Night Light opened it up and scanned the interior, seeking the cool comfort of a cold drink. "Hmmm... Orange juice... or pop?" He pondered aloud. Ultimately, he decided on the latter, unhealthier option, seizing and opening the canned carbonated beverage. He took a rather large gulp before letting out a contented "Ahh..."
So far, he was off to a decent start to his comfortable new day-time availability. Night felt a pang of disappointment that his girlfriend didn't want to share the day with him. Not after their fight. She's angry now, but... she'll cool off... eventually... he mulled over in his mind. He leaned over his kitchen's counter, and took another sip of his drink. He hoped Twilight Velvet would come to her senses soon, otherwise, he would have to make a very difficult choice between his relationship or his career in the Royal Guard.
Night Light's attention suddenly perked as he could hear something behind his door, the sound becoming louder and clearer as it came down the hall. It was rather melodious, and sounded a lot like... someone singing? Right on time, he grinned.
The front door of Night's apartment flew open as the yellow and green form of Mosely Orange quickly slid in, dramatically belting out the song he was singing. "...you can take my name, but you'll never have my heeaaaaart~!" He quickly shot his hoof in Night Light's direction. "Take it away, buddy!"
Silence reigned as Night opted to not 'take it away,' instead simply staring dumbly at his friend with a shit-eating grin on his face. Mosely frowned, his hoof falling back to the floor. "Geez, I know you're not much of a singer, but you could at least humour me."
Night shrugged. "It's been awhile since I've been to the theatres. Haven't seen that one, yet."
Mosely nodded at the drink Night was indulging himself in. "Hey, send some of that my way, would ya? It's hot as tits out there today!"
"I'm surprised you decided to pull your ass out into this heat wave," Night commented, floating his ice-cold drink over to the other pony. "It's gotta be at least 38 degrees out there."
Mosely took a swig of the cola until his face scrunched up in confusion. "38?! Damn! That's freezing!"
Night rolled his eyes, grinning. "Celcius, Mo'ze."
"PFFT." The Earth pony dismissed, waving his hoof at the ludicrous concept. "You fucking Caneighdians and your bullshitty units of measurement..."
Mosely made his way over to his friend's couch, deliberately swaying his hips until Night Light took notice of the saddlebags slung over his friend's ass, his ears perking up. "Ah! I trust you've brought the Electronic Virtual-Reality Entertainment Device?"
Mosely took another sip before glancing back at the bags. "...You mean the N64?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Yup, I got it."
"Awesome! And the Alternate-Reality First-Person Combat Scenario program?"
Quickly digging through the bag, Mosely pulled out a light grey, rectangular video game cartridge. "Perfect Dark? Yup, got it right here!"
"Excellent!" Night grinned wildly, "I'm in the mood for forgetting my troubles and kicking someone's ass at video games." Nestling down onto the couch next to Mosely, he began to extract the contents of his saddlebags, and connect the wires of the gaming system to the appropriate spots with precision magic. In almost no time at all, the game console sat in front of the television with two controllers connected, ready to be played.
Finishing the rest of Night's drink, Mosely crumpled the can and deposited it onto the floor to be disposed of later, as per usual when hanging out at his friend's place. He looked at the game controller in front of him, specially designed for those who didn't have the convenience of magic to hold objects, though it still held the same relative design of the standard controller that Night was levitating in front of him, which was to say, a misshapen mess of oddly placed buttons and grips. "Gahh..." Mosely grumbled, "Who were they designing this thing for? Someone with THREE hooves?!" He shook his head dismissively.
With a simple flick of magic, Night turned the console on. Various logos appeared on the television screen, and he then got to work setting up their game. Mosely shuffled around the couch trying to get comfortable as his buddy flipped through game options, changing which weapons would spawn, which map they would play on...
"So, when are you gonna tell me the rest of your story?"
Night paused for a moment, but didn't take his eyes from the television. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Yesterday. You were telling me that you and Twiley had a fight? It's the whole reason I'm here right now?"
"Oh, yeah." Night Light recalled. "Ahhh... it's kinda not that big of a deal..."
The Earth pony raised an eyebrow. "So your girlfriend is mad at you about something that's 'no big deal?' That doesn't sound like Twilight..."
Night Light bit back his tongue a little, "Well, not exactly... It's sorta- okay, maybe kinda a big deal, but not really—or at least, it shouldn't be..." He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to articulate his dilemma. "Basically, I got an offer for a transfer over to Canterlot..."
"That sounds great." Mosely chimed in, "No more working shitty patrols in this crime-infested, overpriced dump—without trees, I might add."
"Well, that's the thing. I want to accept it, but then there's Twilight..."
"What's the matter? Does she not want you to go?"
"Sort of," Night explained. "She has family here in New Yoke, and she's not really big on moving all the way to Canterlot. Plus, she doesn't like the idea of a long-distance relationship. My hooves are a little tied, here. I really want to take this transfer, but I couldn't convince her to move to Canterlot with me."
Mosely scoffed. "Ahh, women..." The universal response and understanding of 'guy problems'.
Night regarded his friend for his somewhat half-hearted words of comfort before turning his attention back to the television to begin the match. "Yeah. Women."
The game started, and the two virtual combatants went to work finding weapons to kill each other with. Night Light had the luck of spawning next to a rather powerful assault rifle, which he used to send his best friend to an early in-game grave. Mosely's only response was a powerful "FUCK!" Night's shit-eating grin found its way back onto him. The yellow pony found a way to even the score by taking advantage of a submachine gun that doubled as a deployable sentry turret, much to Night's frustration.
"So what about you? What's your excuse for not being in bed, swimming in sexual pheromones today?" Night said, after a well-placed headshot from Mosely ended his life for the fifth time.
"Ahhh... I've been having a bit of a dry spell lately, you know how it is." A protective shield around Night spared him from the onslaught of Mosely's dual pistols.
"That's not often for you. I'm in genuine surprise that you're not going through acute withdrawal symptoms." Night chuckled. "I've seen what you're like when you're really cravin' it..."
"Dohoho, good one, asshole." Mosely's detonated mine added emphasis, as it nearly killed Night. "Contrary to what you, our friends, my teachers, and all those exes think, there's more to Mosely Orange than a spectacular penis and an inviting bed!"
The screen continued flashing repeatedly from sustained gunfire. "Oh, is that so?" The mock curiosity was clear in Night's voice as he ducked away, making a tactical retreat.
"Yes, there is, as a matter of fact! There's a gorgeous ass, as well!" A hard scoff next to him made Mosely frown just a little. "Yeah, fuck you, too. But there's also CARING in here..." He vainly patted the spot on his chest where his heart was supposedly located. "I came here to spend time with you in your hour of need, didn't I?"
Mosely's half of the screen was engulfed in flames as he was lured into a trap of Night's remote-detonated mines. Night gave a little laugh. "Yeah, after hearing that you're having a dry spell, I'm sure you totally came to see me out the goodness of your heart, and not for any other reason at all." Night shook his head, smirking.
Mosely recoiled slightly in mock hurt. "Nighty Night, I'm insulted! Your emotional well-being and happiness has always been at the forefront of my thoughts, far ahead of my petty sexual desires." The Earth pony made his was down a narrow hallway, and proceeded to pick up an assault rifle, only to toss it back onto the ground where it lay once more. "You know I've always played it straight with you..." He paused, "More or less..."
Internally, Night Light rolled his eyes at his friend's lame, thinly veiled joke. Classic Mosely.
It wasn't far from the spot where he just was when Mosely spotted Night trying to run away. The Unicorn was at such low health and he was all out ammo, too. This was bound to be an easy kill. Mosely took after Night, intending to gun him down swiftly as he rounded the corner that his prey just ran behind. Before he even got anywhere near, however, Mosely suddenly noticed a lone mine planted right in front of him. Night hit the detonator as his hunter scrambled backwards to escape the explosion. Just as Mosely thought he had evaded his friend's trap, he realized that he was about to walk over the assault rifle he had just throw down. The rifle's secondary function, a proximity-detonated explosive, was triggered as Mosely became the victim of his own fiery trap.
"Wow, fuck!" Mosely reached over, punching his friend in the shoulder out of frustration.
Night Light chuckled. "Heh heh... Suicide count: one."
The two best friends' game was nearing a close as their scores were neck and neck, with neither able to secure a comfortable hold over the other. Tensions were mounting as their previous idle chit-chat had ceased, both of their attentions now entirely focused on the game. Despite his previously humiliating self-killing at the hands of it, Mosely was willing to give the same assault rifle another chance to prove its worth. It appeared to be paying off, as it had easily eliminated the shield Night Light had grabbed to protect himself. With the next kill determining the winner, both knew that it was time to end things between them now.
Running out of options, Night threw his last remote mine towards Mosely and detonated it. The other pony dodged it easily, quickly backpedalling and waiting for the fire and smoke to clear. With the explosion obstructing the view of both combatants, Night decided to take a risky gamble, and drew the only weapon he had left: a weak pistol with only one magazine of ammunition left. Knowing that Mosely was ready to gun him down as soon as he came into view, he decided to do the exact opposite of what Mosely was expecting him to do.
Night charged at his enemy, firing his pistol wildly with reckless abandon. The other pony began to unload at him, but the unpredictable maneuver had caught him off guard, enabling Night to strafe-dodge the gunshots with relative ease. The pistol's ammo ran dry, but Night continued charging at his friend. Before Mosely could even think of what the Unicorn was trying to pull, Night managed to punch the assault rifle out of his opponents possession.
"WHAT THE-"
Night Light was grinning ear-to-ear like a madman as his gamble paid off. He scrambled to where the assault rifle had fallen, and quickly used it to—once again—make short work of its previous owner. Mosely's in-game avatar collapsed to the floor in a bloody heap as the game ended, and the scoreboard showed Night Light as the victor.
Night gave a hearty, evil cackle for his triumph. Dropping the controller to the floor, he kicked up and rested his legs on his coffee table, then rested his hooves behind his head. "AHAHAHA! Ahh... Valiant fuckin' effort, Mo'ze," he laughed. "You may be good, but as long as I'm around..." Night was about to give his friend another taunt, when he suddenly felt a kiss on his cheek, which then turned into an affectionate nuzzle that found its way to the crook of his neck.
"Mmmm..." Mosely crooned softly, moving closer to press his body against the other stallion's. "It's been a looong time since it's been just you and me, hasn't it...?"
Night Light smiled as Mosely brought an arm across his chest, taking him into an embrace. "Only here for my emotional well-being, eh, Mosely?"
"Oh shut up..." He snapped back. "I can be here for both..."
Night Light placed a hoof behind the other's head, locking lips with his oldest friend since moving to Equestria. Mosely slowly began to lean back on the couch as he continued wrestling Night's tongue with his own. With his friend now completely on top of him, Mosely gave a small moan into the kiss. It had been a long time since he had felt the sensation of Night Light's tongue. The way he flicked it and rubbed it against his own was practised and perfect. A kind of technique that could only come from years of very close friendship. After a few moments, Night Light broke the kiss. Mosely, with eyes half-lidded, was breathing deeply after going for a possibly record-breaking length without having such intimate contact with another pony. Dry spells could be such a bitch sometimes.
"You know..." He panted, quickly moving some of his dishevelled mane from his eyes. "I... let you win, right?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"I really did, y'know..."
Night Light smirked, and proceeded to lean back from his position on top of Mosely. With his back against the armrest on the farther side of the couch, Night spread his legs, exposing his dark blue sheath and balls. It was a sight that Mosely had seen plenty of times, but it was just as good every time. Night Light slapped the inside of his thigh as an indicator for his friend to 'come hither.' "Come give the winner his prize." He spoke in a sly tone.
Mosely flipped over onto his stomach so he could lie on the couch and rest his head on Night's lap, until Night stopped him. "Ah ah ah..." He pointed towards the Earth pony's backside, grinning dastardly. "I wanna see that ass in the air. Arch your back for me."
Giving a mock-irritated sigh, Mosely did as instructed and lifted his posterior for Night to gawk at. With the Unicorn's immediate demands satisfied, Mosely inched his lips closer to Night's dark blue orbs. Before he could lay a kiss on them, however, he felt two hooves begin to massage the cutie marks on either side of his glorious ass cheeks. His friend's firm ministrations were... deliciously distracting.
"Wow, Mo'ze, this is the ass you described as 'gorgeous?'" Night Light chuckled as he continued fondling the soft, cushy buttcheeks of Mosely Orange. "I think you may have put on a couple of pounds since the last time we did this!"
Mosely's head tilted upwards from Night's thighs and gave a little pout. "Well, SO-RRY that I'm too busy with my studies to have the New Yoke Police Department run me ragged until my ass is as firm and toned as yours, Mr. Police Cop!"
Night rolled his eyes. "First of all, I'm not with the NYPD. I'm Military Police. And second, YOU studying?! Don't make me laugh! I distinctly remember you telling me 'fuck that shit!' back when I told you that you should probably study for that mid-term exam of yours instead of boinking that Cake chick from Ponyville doing the culinary course!" Night looked down to meet the unamused stare of Mosely, whose head was still in prime blowjob position. "'Studying?' Yeah right, Mosely! You spend your time either sleeping, or snogging, which technically, should be burning calories, so what the hell is your excuse?" Night laughed again, giving Mosely's cheeks a few smacks.
Mosely looked around defensively, contemplating some kind of answer. After a few short seconds, he gave up trying to find one and sighed. "Look... you want me to suck your cock, or not?"
Night finally relented his assault on his friend's rump, chuckling. "Hahah... Yeah, was just having some fun."
Tearing his annoyed gaze from Night, Mosely returned his focus to the fine specimen of masculinity in front of him. Night Light must have gotten some excitement from groping his best friend's backside (and why shouldn't he?), because now his member was beginning to emerge from his sheath. Pressing his nose into the blue one's crotch, Mosely opted to take a hefty whiff of Night's musky scent before giving the growing cock a satisfying lick. Night Light signalled his approval with a groan as he continued massaging Mosely's behind. As a follow up, Mosely placed a hoof on his friend's member while planting several kisses on it, working his way down. Night Light always did have a... delicious package, better than any other stallion he had ever gone down on, Mosely thought, not that he would ever tell him that.
Night Light let Mosely know that he was on the right track by giving continuous, guttural moans. After another moment of excruciating teasing, Mosely took Night's glory into his mouth. The unicorn gave an extremely grateful "Ahhh..." as his anticipation was relieved. With the skill of a hundred occasions, Mosely's tongue went to work massaging as much of Night's length as it could. He began to move his focus from Night's shaft to his sensitive tip, using his tongue to lightly tease the edges. Having pleasured Night orally plenty of times when they were teenagers, Mosely pulled the simple trick that drove the Unicorn stud wild. While still sucking away, he brought up eyes up to meet Night's, and gave his friend a seductive little wink. Night fought hard to keep from squirming uncontrollably. The salty taste of precum was unmistakable as Mosely took a bit of pride in managing to bring his friend such pleasure rather quickly.
The sensation of the wet, firm tongue lapping against his flare was driving Night Light wild. He had long given up trying to massage Mosely's flanks, unable to concentrate anymore. "H-hey... M-Mo'ze?" He managed to stammer, reluctant to distract his friend from his fine work. "Y-you didn't happen to bring... some lube, did you?"
Slowly and deliberately, Mosely eased his mouth off of Night's cock. "Yeah," he said, looking up. "Check the bag. You're really gonna take your victory all the way, aren't you?"
"Yup," Night replied smugly, searching through the bag with his magic. "It's a good thing you brought this lube with you to 'spend time with and check up on me.'"
"Yeah, no kidding! Wouldn't make much sense for me to clean up back here and not bring lubricant!" Mosely turned himself around and assumed the 'ass in the air' position for Night.
Night Light shook his head as he opened the bottle and began to apply the personal lubricant to his rigid, aching cock. "So you cleaned yourself up for anal, and you remembered to bring lubricant? Tch tch, it's pretty evident that you came here with your own agenda, Mo'ze."
Mosely flinched just a little as he felt the cold fluid being applied to his clean, well-prepared hole. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well... It also backs up my claim that I let you win..."
Tossing the bottle aside, Night mounted his dearest friend, lining up his throbbing, needy dick with the opening of that gorgeous ass. "I dunno, you were genuinely trying way too hard at the end for you to be planning on taking a dive..."
Impatiently, Mosely began grinding his backside into Night's groin area. "Alright, alright! You beat me fair and square! Emphasis on the square! Now just fuck me, already!"
Night grinned wickedly, he wouldn't keep his friend waiting. Slowly, he began to ease himself into Mosely, enjoying the indescribable pleasure of the initial penetration. The groans of anticipation below him signalled Night that it was alright to go deeper. He was met with a blissful tightness that constricted his cock like a vise. Taking Mosely into a hug from behind and leaning his face into his green, well-kept mane, Night Light continued his infiltration until he could go no further, relishing the mouth-watering pleasure of hilting completely into another pony. Both friends were panting heavily until Night reached out to turn the other's head to a more workable angle. Taking the Earth pony into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, Night slowly began to work up a pleasurable rhythm with his hips.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Mosely gave several hungry moans into Night's kiss. His face turned red from embarrassment, it was supposed to be him making the other pony moan. He resigned himself to the conclusion that it was just one of those time where he would have to suck it up, and be a good bottom. When the kiss was broken, he felt Night rest his face in mane again, likely enjoying the nice scent. For a shampoo that cost 50 bits a bottle, he better be making as much love to the top half as he is the bottom, Mosely thought. Closing his eyes and arching his back, Mosely did his best to match Night's rhythm, clenching tight each time he thrust inwards. The sensation of being filled was intoxicating, and Mosely found his tongue hanging out each time Night's thrust managed to hit his prostate. After several successful hits, the precum was starting to pool beneath him onto his friend's couch, his own cock begging for attention.
Above, Night was savouring the sweet sensations of guy time with his best buddy. He had ridden Mosely's ass plenty of times, but it didn't get any less sweet each time. He felt a little shame that he slightly preferred the tightness of his friend's behind to his girlfriend's pussy, but such was simply anatomy, and was no fault of her own. It was unfortunate that Twilight was so vanilla when it came to sex, backing out of trying anal at the first sign of pain. She was still an incredible lay, there was no two ways about it, but after awhile, it was nice to get something that she couldn't provide.
As much as it pained him, Night opted to slow down to a stop for a moment. Before Mosely could ask what was wrong, the Unicorn whispered into his ear. "Hey, think you could get on your back for me?"
Mosely smirked. "Face to face? Aww, you're such a romantic." Doing as he was told, Mosely flipped himself onto his back. If he weren't already hard as stone, the image of Night Light standing over him with cock at the ready would send his erection into orbit. Eager to pick up where he left off, Night reinserted himself into Mosely's warm, tight insides.
Both ponies wrapped their hooves around the other as they leaned in for another kiss, this time more hungry and lustful than before. Mosely gladly accepted a passive role as the other's tongue had its way with his, just as the rest of him was doing. Eventually, the unicorn pulled away, returning his attention to the rhythm he was pounding into his lover.
"How you doin' up there, big guy?" Mosely remarked, the occasional gasp apparent in his voice.
"Just aces. You?"
Mosely grunted. "O-oh, just super. I love it w-when you treat me nice!"
"Oh, you want nice?" Night raised an eyebrow. "I'll give you 'nice.'"
Calming down his frantic thrusts a bit, Night brought his stance up to have complete view of the body underneath him. "It's a good thing I know your one weakness," he winked.
Mosely's pupils dilated. "Oh no."
With a wily smirk, Night maneuvered his hooves down Mosely's body, towards his belly. "Ohh yesss..." He hissed, eyes half-lidded. Suddenly, the yellow pony found himself on the receiving end of one of the most intense belly rubs of his entire life. Unable to control himself, he writhed, groaned, and squirmed in ecstasy.
"AWWwwwhHH FUU-UUuuhHH-CCckkkk...!~" Mosely's heart was threatening to break the sound barrier at the speed it was going, as Night's expert hooves pressed and rubbed and squeezed at his sensitive belly. The pride welled deep within Night as he watched is friend try to handle the mountainous amounts of pleasure. He must have been enjoying it more than expected judging by the constant whipping of his head back and forth, like a frantic mare in heat finally getting the dicking she so desperately needs. Bringing his hooves to a slow, Night began to pick up his thrusts again. Below him, Mosely was coming down from the quick surge of bliss, still panting heavily as he continued to take it like a man.
Night's thrust's were picking up as he neared his climax. The pressure in his loins building, he hugged his friend tightly. It felt like an eternity for him, like he was desperately grabbing for something that was just out of reach. His struggle intensified as Mosely wrapped his legs around his waist, hugging the top friend even tighter. With his tongue lulling out—and maybe drooling just a little bit, he was frantically pounding into Mosely until finally—and thankfully—Night Light was relieved with a large sigh of contentment. He squeezed Mosely close to his body as he released his hot seed deep in the stallion beneath him, the euphoria of a long-overdue orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave as he almost lost all of his strength and nearly collapsed on top of Mosely. After a couple of long breaths, Night placed one more kiss onto the side of Mosely's muzzle, and eased himself off, flopping backwards on the couch.
"Ahhh... Damn, Mo'ze..." Night panted, his head hung back, eyes closed. "For your own reasons or not, I'm really glad we did this! I feel sooo much better already..."
"Well, I'm glad one of us does..." The other pony retorted. Night Light brought his head up to see Mosely's cock still at full attention, and an impatient look in his eyes.
"Oh, sorry man. Did you not...?"
"I didn't, actually," the irritation in Mosely's voice was clearly restrained. "You didn't plan on leaving me with balls as blue as yours, now did you?"
"Oh, of course not!" Night laughed. "I wouldn't want to appear self-centered in this little get-together, would I?"
Mosely simply snorted and rubbed the back of his neck in guilt as he spread his legs for Night Light. Sliding from the couch onto the floor in front of Mosely, Night took a moment to inspect his friend's equipment. It had been awhile since he had done this, after all. Foreplay would not be necessary as the Earth pony's bulky, spotted member was just begging to have the last few finishing touches. Quickly licking his lips, Night dove in, taking as much of Mosely into his mouth as he could. He could hear the very audible—and grateful—sound of relief come from above.
Lapping his tongue up the shaft's length, Night took the opportunity to get reacquainted with Mosely's flavour. Deep down, he had always liked giving head to Mosely. There was always something... strangely relaxing about kicking back after a stressful day and quietly suckling his friend's warm, hard dick. It was probably all just part of the strange, intimate friendship they shared. He would never tell Mosely this, though, his head was big enough as it was, in more ways than one.
Picking up the pace, Night began pumping his head faster. In his own gesture of affection, Mosely leaned forward and placed his hooves on Night's head, not to force him down faster like he would with a cheap slut, but to stroke his friend's lovely blue mane and rub behind his ears, just the way he liked it. The little moans Night gave were the icing in the cake.
Night was getting confident now, and put his neck muscles into overdrive. He lashed his tongue at Mosely's shaft harder and harder, moaning like the good boy that he was. He felt Mosely's hooves leave his head, but he ignored it, and kept up his relentless oral assault. Finally, he moved up to the flare and prepared to finish the job. As expected, Mosely didn't have much resistance left in him, and Night Light was treated to several hot spurts of thick, salty liquid flooding into his mouth. He quickly swallowed some, but his maw was quickly refilled with more of Mosely's intense orgasm.
His mouth full of his best friend's seed, Night let out a breath through his nose. For such an incredible load, Mosely didn't make much of a sound, which was odd as he was moaning his larynx out not 5 minutes ago. Night Light looked up to find that Mosely wasn't even looking at him. He appeared to be looking behind him, with a look on his face that Night hadn't seen since they were both caught in a prostitution sting during high school. Night turned his head, only for his eyes to practically eject from his skull at the sight of the white and lavender form of Twilight Velvet standing in the doorway to his apartment. Her face was beet-red, and—apart from her mouth slightly agape—completely unreadable.
The feeling in Night's chest was something akin to his heart saying "Fuck this, I'm outta here" as it did exactly that. He scrambled to his hooves, absentmindedly swallowing the load of his friend's semen and wiping his mouth, causing Twilight's eyes to widen a bit more.
"I... was just... apologize...? ...Stopping by to... your job... I understand...? I... under...stand...?" Twilight managed to—albeit incoherently—stammer a few words out, pointing her hoof in several directions as if she were trying to locate the information needed to properly form a sentence.
"Ah-... You see-... I wasn't-... There's this... play... that we're rehear-... CPR... choking..." Try as he might, Night Light couldn't think of a single plausible alibi to cover up the fact that he had just performed oral sex on his best male friend in front of his girlfriend. With Twilight still frozen in shock, he turned to his friend in desperation, his eyes pleading for a way out, not unlike the window over there.
Mosely could only take a sharp breath inwards as he gave his lover an apologetic shrug. "Eheheh... Suicide count: one...?"