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Hitch’s home was divided in two. First was the station, the place every pony visited when needing his help as a sheriff, and accessible merely by opening the main door. And then, taking the stairs available at the backroom of the station, was his home home. Where he slept, ate, bathed, and went to relax after a long day of work.

He could go to the second floor with his eyes closed by now. His muscle memory was good already, more so with that place he had known well since he moved in after becoming sheriff.

Yet tonight, with his legs feeling like jelly, and that hot and wet weight bouncing between his legs with each move, it felt as if he would trip if he didn’t watch out for every single step of those stairs.

He had told Sprout to go first while he checked everything was set to lock the station for the night. Part of his usual routine, but this time it was done more as a means to give himself time to prepare mentally. Because Hitch knew tonight he wouldn't go to an empty room. There’d be a pony there, on his bed, there to do things with him.

And that pony was not a mare he was dating. It was a stallion, his deputy and foalhood friend who he just discovered there was a lot of unfinished business with. Unfinished business which they’d take care of once Hitch opened that door.

Gulping, breathing in deep to put on a nonchalant facade, an armor against the situation that had his hooves trembling, the sheriff finally turned the doorknob and stepped into his house.

He wasn’t sure what he had expected to find Sprout doing really. While Hitch was extremely polite and had always asked if he could do this or that at another pony's home even if he had been there multiple times, Sprout would be looking into their fridge without batting an eye on the first day. His friend was lucky neither Argyle nor Grandma Figgy had minded a few stolen cookies.

So yeah, considering Sprout had never been at his house — not Grandma Figgy’s, his house, his bachelor’s apartment if you will —, Hitch had expected to find his deputy making himself at home. But he imagined him watching the TV or something, not to see Sprout lying face down on his bed and taking a sniff of his pillow.

It was nothing bad considering the context. It was cute even, and it wasn’t like Hitch wasn’t guilty of having done the same on Sprout's bed at least once in the past. Still, when his friend noticed him standing in the doorway, it felt like their encounter at the station with the calendar again. Both blushing, eyes wide, and the atmosphere as awkward as it could be, even when they already knew what they were there for.

“Your bed smells like critters,” Sprout blurted out, quickly throwing the pillow back to the head of the bed.

The sheriff frowned a bit. First because Sprout almost knocked off the lamp of his nightstand by doing that, second because Hitch didn’t smell like critters, thank you. He took really long baths and used expensive products everyday, so he couldn’t-

…Okay, maybe he smelled like critters as well, but if Sprout hated it so much he wouldn’t have been sniffing his pillow like it was a good pizza after a long shift of work on a friday night.

“Yeah…they sneak here sometimes…” Hitch trailed off. “I’ll probably have to make sure they don’t do that tonight since...you know.”

Walking towards the window, he opened it to check no seagulls nor crabs nor other creatures were outside. There were no signs tonight, so that saved him the awkwardness of trying to tell them to give him some space. Not that they could understand him anyways. Sunny had joked once about how with how many critters Hitch had to deal with everyday, it would be useful to be able to talk to them. But that sounded like magic, a thing of unicorns and pegasi only. Earth ponies did not get involved with magic.

Locking the window and closing the curtains was a just-as-useful alternative to get rid of them anyways.

With that done, Hitch took a seat besides Sprout on the bed. Not too close, not too far. He found himself looking for spider webs on the ceiling, and his deputy took an extreme interest in the blue color of his bedspread.

Making the first move was always the hardest part.

If Hitch guessed right, Sprout had no clue what to do, what that move was supposed to be. Or he did but didn’t have the guts to make it since it was his first time. It was a moment that could be embarrassing if it went wrong.

Hitch on the other hoof? He was not a sex god as much as his past marefriends insisted he was, but he had been under the sheets way more than once, the experience was supposed to help him now.

Yet he felt just as lost now.

Here they were, in that room, in that bed, this bed from his life as an independent adult that he had yet to share with a pony. And it was Sprout who he would first share it with, for far far more than just a good night of sleep, if their hard-ons were anything to go by.

Just how was he supposed to set things off in this case? In a relationship it started with kissing, then making out, then hooves roaming, and then things just flowing naturally as they should when there was a couple involved.

But this was not a relationship, and as a pony who was about to have his first ever one night-stand, that already had Hitch questioning every little thing, again not wanting to give the wrong idea despite already having agreed on feelings not being in the way.

Kissing Sprout…the image alone made Hitch feel…

He couldn’t describe it. The curiosity of kissing a stallion, wondering how different it was from a mare. Maybe rougher lips, the movements more firm. Did Sprout know how to kiss? Had he given his first kiss even? Or would Hitch have to teach him?

A soft blush appeared behind his blond coat at the idea. A kiss was something intimate, an action that would start too pure and gentle for what they were supposed to do, what this was supposed to be. It would quickly escalate to not pure and gentle at all of course, it was dumb and even childish to treat it as something innocent, but still, Hitch did not want to create the wrong atmosphere.

Was he out of his comfort zone now in an act he was supposed to know from start to finish? Yes. Did that mean it would go wrong? Not on his watch. He was the one with experience here. He had to stay nonchalant, take the reins and guide this whole night into a successful one. Because Hitch Trailblazer was the sheriff, and no matter what, he always kept things under control.

So first things first: communicating.

If only that was as easy between he and Sprout nowadays…

“So…we are not here to sleep,” Hitch started, finally daring to make eye contact.

“Not in that sense, yeah”, Sprout responded, sitting up on the bed.

Hitch’s lips curled into a soft smile as he exhaled through his nose. This reaction got Sprout to smirk the tiniest bit. It wasn’t as often now, but once in a while foalhood friend still managed to make him laugh, and Sprout still liked to earn those reactions even if he pretended not to care.

With the tension dissipating, Hitch moved to be closer to Sprout.

“So…what should we do first then?” He smirked, again using that low and husky voice he saved for moments like these.

That didn’t work as well this time though. The moment their forelegs brushed, Sprout flinched and quickly crawled back on the bed, sweating heavily and pressing his hindlegs together to hide himself.

…Well, it seemed Hitch would have to be really gentle tonight.

“Hey, hey, easy, we’re in no rush here,” the sheriff raised his hooves and chuckled, though not without arching a brow, “let’s just talk now, I take it you know how this works?”.

“O-oh, uh- Yeahh, totally, I’m an expert.” Though his voice quivered, Sprout still tried to grin cockily as he sat straight on the bed, forelegs crossed over his chest. “I know everything a stallion has to know.”

Hitch quickly translated this as Sprout knowing the basics, but being at a loss of what to really do as it was his first time. It would make sense for Hitch to just take lead as he always did for everything that involved them as a duo. However, judging by how tense his deputy was now, it was obvious he was still processing how he felt around stallions, around Hitch in this context. Sure, Hitch was one of the few ponies who had the “privilege” of touching Sprout without getting his hoof smacked away, but this was not just them being a foalhood friend used to being close. This was another kind of touching all together, one Sprout seemed afraid to feel just yet, so maybe…

“Well then, since it’s the first time you do this, what if you go first?” With a calm smile, Hitch leaned back on the bed, still sitting and trying to appear casual with his forehooves resting on the mattress, but clearly hinting at something as his whole body was on display this way. “I'm here, a stallion like the ones of those magazines, in the flesh for you to…satiate any curiosity you may have, if that's what you want.”

Sprout’s cockiness vanished at the suggestion. As his ears folded back, his betraying gaze went lower and lower, exploring what was being offered to him. Hitch’s cock twitched at this. Big, dark, throbbing, showing fully the excitement its owner was trying to keep controlled.

Sprout gulped. Slowly, he raised a hoof, about to follow that primal need that had started this whole night.

Then he withdrew it a and shook his head, looking away. “I-I’ m good, I don't...”

“No pressure,” Hitch reassured, a little disappointed by the reaction but taking no offense, “what about you then?”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh, you.” The smirk was back on the sheriff’s face as he reached for Sprout.

“M-me?”

Now, of course Hitch did not want to overwhelm his deputy right away. Maybe it was the sheriff's instinct of chasing whenever somepony ran away from him, or the fact it was easy to lose some shame when in bed — the place and time where that feeling was meant to be forgotten —, but the moment Sprout again crawled back, messing the bedspread beneath on the way, Hitch found himself following him.

“Yes, Sprout, what would you like me to do to you?” He sat right in front of Sprout, close enough to touch him if he got a yes, but giving enough space so his friend wouldn’t suffer a cardiac arrest.

“You are asking me what I want…?” Sprout muttered this with so much doubt that Hitch couldn’t help but arch a brow. He was the sheriff, he was there for everypony, why would his deputy be so taken aback by him asking that?

“Well, you must have imagined something with my calendar version back at the station so…”

When he noticed Sprout blushing heavily, the fantasy clearly coming back to his mind, Hitch chuckled and wasn’t able to help himself. He crawled forward and forward, and Sprout back and back, until they ended in the perfect position: Sprout’s head resting on the pillow by the headboard, with Hitch on top of him.

“Whatever you want, I’m here for it.” Hitch whispered.

He noticed some strands dangling off his aqua-green mane, messing up that look he spent so long working on each morning. He didn’t fix them, his mind occupied on giving bedroom eyes to the stallion beneath him right now. Sprout gulped dryly at that look, his cock twitching.

It was hard to think just an hour ago Hitch wouldn’t even phantom the idea of throwing himself at his foalhood friend like this. Because how could he not do that now? Sprout just looked so nice right there, with his head right between where Hitch’s hooves rested over the mattress. And the way he was staring up at him with those wide eyes, blushy cheeks and his fur standing on end with every tiny move that threatened more proximity? It was quite a sight.

Sprout seemed to be having similar thoughts. Hitch saw the fleeting moment those green eyes darted to his lips, and with how close they were, he was tempted to follow the silent request. He could start by slowly putting those messy blond strands of mane back in place with his hoof, then let that touch trail down to those red cheeks, and then give in, fulfill that inner desire and kiss those lips Hitch had once dreamed about more nights than he’d ever dare to admit.

But he didn’t. He held back, telling himself those were his teenage self wishes, and that here and now such intimate gestures could give the wrong idea.

“The calendar, Sprout?” Hitch reminded him — reminded himself — in the middle of the silence. “What were you imagining with it?”

The question broke Sprout out of his mesmerized state, a more-familiar frown showing on his gaze.

“I-I'm not gonna tell you that!” His deputy raised his forelegs to cover his body as he looked away, his voice growing quiet after the outburst. “Just do whatever you do when you…with a pony…”

“Well…if it depends on me, when doing this I usually start by getting really close.” At being granted permission, Hitch grinned and slowly pressed his arousal against Sprout's. The shorter pony gasped, his hips tensing and hindlegs opening in surprise, earning a bit of friction that drew a satisfied hiss from Hitch’s nose.

Asking how that felt was unnecessary as Sprout’s eyes fluttered shut, biting his lip to hold back a sound that Hitch hoped he could get out of him soon enough. He was about to try to get it right away actually, but just before Hitch could move to earn more friction, Sprout looked down and pouted.

Arching a brow, Hitch followed his gaze to discover what had upsetted him: their cocks were not the same size.

Hitch had always been on the bigger side, one of the reasons why he was so careful during sex, unless his partner could take or wanted more. By no means this made Sprout’s standard-sized length lesser, but it was easy to tell his deputy was making these comparatives now and that just wouldn’t do.

Just when he opened his mouth to give any form of reassurance, a compliment even because he really had been holding back from getting his hooves on Sprout’s cock already, Hitch got interrupted.

“Turn off the lights.”

When Hitch blinked at the demand. Sprout rolled his eyes in an attempt to hold back a worse reaction. “You asked what I wanted, didn’t you? I said want the lights off.”

“...Alright.” Failing to hide the uncertainty in his tone, Hitch leaned to reach above the headboard.

The soft ‘click’ of the lightswitch was enough to grant Sprout's wish. Hitch’s eyes didn’t take long to adjust to the darkness. He could still see the stallion beneath him, the moonlight sneaking through the curtains being a welcomed help. He would rather have the lights on, see Sprout's expressions and watch every part of that body squirm under his touch in all its glory, but his deputy looked way more relaxed without being on full display like before.

Or so Hitch thought. Sprout had grown awfully quiet again. Hitch decided to pull away to sit back and give him some space.

“So…should we continue with what we were doing or…try another thing…?” Hitch asked quietly, but his only answer was to see his deputy nervously drumming his hooves over his own stomach while avoiding eye contact — or rather, the whole topic altogether. The sheriff sighed. “Listen, if you don’t want to do this whole thing you don’t have to force yourself, it’s fi-”

“I do want to, I do-!” Sprout sat up, quickly lowering his voice as he noticed how loud he sounded in the dark. “I just…”

Silence again. Sprout suddenly started sweating bullets. Hitch could swear he could hear his deputy fighting with the enormous amounts of locks and chains he had probably put over the box containing his deepest needs while still trying to avoid any insecurities from coming out.

After another moment, finally the last lock was out of the way.

“In my fantas- I mean, intrusive thoughts,” Sprout grumbled for a moment before his voice turned into a murmur. “…I guess you were…touching me?”

Hitch held back any comments about Sprout still being in denial when they already talked about it, and simply returned to being on top of Sprout, smiling as his hoof landed on his deputy’s shoulder. “Like this?”

Sprout, now back to laying over the bed, glanced between that hoof on his shoulder and Hitch. He narrowed his eyes, silently asking ‘are you greeting an old friend or about to have sex?’. This just made the sheriff’s smirk widen.

“Or like this?” Hitch’s hoof started moving, the friendly gesture shifting to far-from-innocent in an instant as it slowly trailed from Sprout’s shoulder to his neck, then to his chest.

As Sprout’s breath — heh — hitched, the taller stallion noticed his deputy's heart beating wildly where he was touching.

“Or something more…bold, perhaps?” This time Hitch purred as his caresses went to Sprout’s back, sneaking right under sash and successfully earning another gasp.

He took his time to feel the curve of his spine, relishing on every tiniest gasp or even whimper from the stallion underneath, on the way he unconsiously arched his back to follow the movement, how his hooves were grasping the sheets already.

This exactly was one of the things Hitch loved and missed so much about doing this. Sure, the pleasure played its part, but for him it went further than anything physical. Just as he loved being there for ponies of his daily life, this need extended to the bedroom. It was being wanted and needed, the satisfaction of knowing what he was doing, of learning which little touches like these would prove that.

It was a moment of trust and vulnerability. Things that didn't show often between the two friends nowadays.

Hitch slid his hoof lower, feeling Sprout’s waist, his flank, his thighs, inner thighs, just about to touch when fur turned into skin between them-

Then Sprout placed his hooves on Hitch’s chest. The sheriff tilted his head, observing how Sprout’s hind legs were opened by instinct, yet his eyes were still uncertain, fearful about what he was about to unleash by allowing things to go further.

“May I?” Hitch asked in a whisper, settling closer between Sprout's legs, his hoof just mere inches away.

Sprout looked down at where his body most ached for contact. He breathed in, then out, then repeated before slowly lowering his hooves. With a firm nod, he squeezed his eyes shut to brace himself. Hitch already lost count of how many times Sprout had turned a deeper shade of red that night.

Tentatively, Hitch went for it and cupped Sprout’s balls, feeling their heaviness for a moment before his other hoof joined on the exploration. He started calmly, just a light touch; first feeling the base, then the medal ring, then the bulging veins, then how it pulsed in his hoof, how hard and hot it was for and because of him.

Sprout shivered and opened his hindlegs more, his breath getting less and less steady with each touch. As Hitch reached the tip, he finally wrapped his hoof around Sprout’s length. He squeezed the tiniest bit, his ears flicking with interest at the precum leaking out, how strong the smell was, just like he so much had heard of.

Hitch was touching a cock, Sprout's cock. One that wasn’t his own. Different size, shape, color even, this one being mottled black and pink instead of completely brown like Hitch's.

“H-Hitch…” The way Sprout’s voice quivered made the sheriff lick his lips unconsciously.

The tone was needy, but not like the one Sprout had while fantasizing with the calendar. This time it sounded sharper, a weak protest barely holding back from turning into a plea by mere stubbornness.

Hitch looked up to notice his deputy was no longer grasping the sheets, but digging his hoof into the mattress while the other held onto the pillow under his head. He was trembling, eyes screwed shut, his mouth hanging open though barely any breath came out despite appearing a panting mess.

Hitch blinked off his trance at realizing he was teasing.

“Sorry,” He chuckled softly, finally moving his hoof to spread precum around Sprout’s length and start stroking, slow and gentle, like he usually started for himself. “It’s just…so new to me.”

“C-can hardly tell- hm!” Sprout's hips involuntarily lifted in a plea for more, yet he kept biting his lip to keep quiet. “Just don't stare so much.”

“I think I have the right to admire my work now.” Hitch hummed, his previous nervousness all gone by now and replaced by fascination at the sight in front of him. “You look nice like this, nothing to be ashamed of.”

Sprout's only response was another glare, yet Hitch noticed the cock on his hoof getting harder at the words. Taking note of that reaction, Hitch focused his touch on the head of Sprout's cock. He relished on the unhidden moan he successfully got out of those quivery lips.

But then his deputy clamped his mouth shut with a hoof, looked away and kept his eyes closed, trying to hide his reactions, what Hitch most wanted to see.

Something about having Sprout trembling under his touch, so responsive despite his attempts at remaining composed, just like he had imagined in the past, broke the last of Hitch’s restraints. An unsuppressed groan left his throat, and he pressed his whole body against Sprout's, their badges clinging at the mutual contact.

“Hey, c'mon, no need to hide from me.” The words escaped Hitch on their own, an intimate request that was not supposed to leave the depths of his mind. He was quick to invent an excuse and shower Sprout’s neck in kisses and nibbles to distract him, his stroking never ceasing. “The walls are thick here, the neighbors won’t hear if that worries you.”

His friend’s stuborness to keep quiet was still there even when it couldn’t rival Hitch's eager attention, muffled whimpers and gasps quickly filling the room.

The hoof that wasn’t stroking Sprout’s length went to explore his body, a stallion’s body; rougher than a mare’s, muscular and with a thicker coat, yet with some softness on his belly since Sprout was prompt to sit around eating junk food all day.

It was all new, but between his restless stimulation to Sprout's neck, he caught a sniff of something nostalgic. It was there, mixed with the fragrance of expensive mane products, sea breeze from their patrolling, and pizza from nights at the station; within all that, Sprout still smelt the same way he did back when their days were filled by childish games on grassy fields.

“Feels good?” Hitch whispered into Sprout’s ear, noticing he himself was panting a bit from excitement.

“I…I…” Sprout couldn't speak properly as he still fought to keep his sounds to himself in vain, but he managed to nod before tossing his head back and grasping the pillow underneath his head, another groan escaping him.

Hitch tilted his head at this reaction. At the odd thought that came to his mind, he quickly calculated the pros and cons, then went with the risky decision of taking the tip of that red ear into his mouth to nibble it.

Sprout tensed, melted and moaned loudly all in that order.

“Oh, so this is why you get angry whenever somepony touches your ears.” Hitch teased between less-hesitant licks and nibbles on that spot, his stroking on Sprout’s cock picking up the pace.

“Sh-shut up-!” Sprout tried and failed to growl a protest between his agitated breathing “Shit, I-I can’t-”

Hitch didn’t mind being talked back just this once, too distracted by the way Sprout's hips bucked instinctively under his touch, how that muzzle buried into his neck to muffle his sounds, and were- were those hooves digging into his back, holding onto him for dear life?

Hitch had to hold back the impulse to touch himself, to grind against his friend who needed him so much right now, not without asking first. Suddenly he was too aware of how pent up he was, but he also wanted to see Sprout coming undone. It would be so easy, just a few more strokes and-

Hitch stopped altogether when realization hit him.

Removing his hoof from that leaky cock, he patted Sprout’s shoulder with a whisper and a smile that came out more pitiful than intended. “Not yet.”

He couldn’t get to see his friend’s expression before he quickly rolled off the bed to look inside his closet nor far away. Probably a glare of sorts.

It wasn’t like Hitch intended to leave him hanging, he missed the warmth of his body already too, it’s just…he remembered Sprout was a stallion, and stallions did not handle multiple orgasms in a row that well unlike mares.

…Okay, Hitch could handle them, but he had practiced to reach that. Sprout was having his first time and overwhelming him wouldn’t do. He was already reaching his climax pretty soon too, but Hitch wouldn’t mention that out loud, of course.

“Sorry about that, I just want this to last a while, if you get me.” After finding what he was looking for, Hitch turned around to spot his deputy looking like he was about to faint. “Do you…need a moment?”

Sprout sat up on the bed with a wheeze, still rock-hard as he struggled to catch his breath after Hitch had gotten his hooves all over him.

“A-are you sure you’ve never been with stallions before?” he barely managed to ask.

“None until you, but it’s not…hard to guess where and how to touch.” Hitch shrugged. He couldn't help the confidence in his smile at the indirect compliment.

To this Sprout squinted and frowned a bit, which Hitch would only tilt his head at because…it really wasn’t that difficult? It had never been for him at least.

Before he could ask what the deal was though, Sprout’s gaze settled on what Hitch had in his hooves.

“Wait, what is…?”

“You know what it is.”

“No, I mean, what are you planning with that.” Sprout pointed accusatory.

Hitch looked down at the condoms and lube on his hooves. Things left from past relationships and that had been waiting for the day they’d finally be used again. He arched a brow, wondering for a moment if Sprout really had paid so little attention during sex ed class at school, until he noticed his deputy’s body language: ears flat against his head, trembling body, the horrified expression…and then it was Hitch’s turn to wince.

“Oh, I thought…since I was taking the initiative…” the sheriff trailed off awkwardly, returning to sit in front of the shorter stallion on the bed.

“Y-you…to me…?” Sprout crawled back, again putting up those walls Hitch had thought he had gotten past already.

“We don’t have to go that far if you don't want to, but we both have needs, and this is a way for us to feel good at the same time,” Hitch left the lube and condoms on display over the bed, “unless you have other ideas…?”

He gestured at the very-hard issue between his own legs. Though Sprout blushed and stared for a moment, by now it was to expect how he looked away too.

“But it's weird, a-and there’s no way that thing fits at all!”

“It can, it’s not that diffic-”

Hitch interrupted himself when he noticed he was getting pushy. He looked down at his own length for the first time in the night. He had been hard for a while now, but after the show Sprout put on a moment ago, now it was as throbbing and leaky as ever.

He didn’t want to treat Sprout as selfish for not jumping to touch him back right away, he knew his friend was dealing with his own stuff and had his own pace. Hitch had a lot of fun pleasuring others in bed, was having fun just now, but he just…he was not used to having to ask to be touched in bed, he never needed to in the past. And now that he was faced with the scenario he…he wanted to but he also had to be considerate and…

Hitch knew this problem about himself. Sunny had told him he struggled to put himself first. But how could he not? He was the sheriff, putting others first was his thing.

With a sigh, he laid over the pillow, closing his eyes to gather his thoughts.

After a moment, and to his surprise, it was Sprout who broke the silence.

“You sound like you’ve done this before, but you’ve never been with stallions, so how could you even…?” Sprout hugged his hindlegs before he slowly looked back at Hitch. “Unless you…with mares…?”

Hitch’s face turned bright red at the question, and his voice grew quiet as he suddenly couldn’t meet his friend’s gaze. “Uh…once or twice.”

“Oh my h-!”

The way Sprout just bursted out laughing almost made him flinch. Hitch hadn’t heard that sound nor made him laugh like that in so long, and it had to happen now after being asked if he had done it through the backdoor? Just an hour ago Sprout had this weird idea of Hitch being a stud who went around with anypony they met! And now what? Him trying stuff in bed was weird? Really?

Finally, Sprout’s laugh started to subside and a content sigh took its place. He laid right beside Hitch, their shoulders brushing.

“Better?” Hitch deadpanned.

“Much better.”

Hitch rolled his eyes. “Listen, my point is I know what I’m doing, and if we’ve both looked at the same magazine we know stallions are sensitive there so, if you’re scared it hurts, I promise I’ll take it easy and-”

“That’s not the problem!” Sprout snapped.

“Then what, Sprout?” Hitch asked, turning to his side to face him. “What’s the problem?”

There was an unexpected heaviness on his chest at the question. Just three words, three words he had been meaning to ask for so long now but never did out of knowing he might not like the answer, if there was one even. It was finally out.

But he forced himself to keep the question about the here and now. Not about their friendship, not about what happened to them nor what was Sprout's problem with him. It was not the time. When would it be? Hitch didn't know, but not tonight when things were not supposed to get complicated.

Sprout groaned and turned on his side as well. “I don’t know! Whenever I imagined-” He paused as he noticed they were both close and facing each other on the bed now. He was quick to give Hitch his back and cough, his voice quivering a bit now. “Whenever these thoughts randomly came to my mind…I was the one doing the…”

“You on top?” Hitch ignored the closeness had affected him a bit as well.

“Yeah, I mean- I’m a stallion, it’s what we do!”

“Well, I’m a stallion too.” Hitch blinked, brows knitting together as he slowly sat up. “One has…not to top.”

“I know.” Sprout grumbled.

The conversation died there.

As silence filled the room, once again Hitch tried to understand Sprout’s thoughts, and once again he failed at it. His foalhood friend refused to touch him, yet accepted being touched, then suddenly wanted to top?

Or rather, by the way he talked about it, he thought he should take that role.

Hitch understood that to an extent. He himself had been given that role by his past marefriends from the get go, was sure any pony who batted their eyelashes his way did the same. And Hitch never questioned it. He liked it just like he always liked to be there for others.

But he had always always been curious deep down, about how it would be to lay back and let another pony take the reins, to have somepony reminding him he deserved to just relax and think of only himself for a while, feeling pampered for once without the guilt of not returning the favor.

If things were perfect, Hitch could just agree to Sprout’s request and experience how ti was to give up control. But perfection was far from how their reality really was. Sure, he had fantasized about that as a teenager, had been guided by those memories back when Sprout used to be the strong one of the two as colts. He’d easily pin him down and laugh triumphantly during their play-fights, and Hitch did not mind, he used to be delicate both mentally and psychically, always careful to not hurt others even when he was supposed to do so in those games. Sprout looked happy to win, to get what he wanted like he always did, and back then Hitch would’ve done everything to keep that smile on his face.

But then came Hitch’s sheriff training as teens, the day he realized he became stronger and finally managed to be the one pinning Sprout down, and his friend didn’t take it well at all. Hitch only managed to avoid that from turning into a real fight because the teacher was around to stop Sprout.

They never play-fought again after that.

And Hitch learned that as future sheriff, he had to draw a line to keep the peace, even if it went against the happiness of a close friend.

So no, Hitch couldn’t really…see the scenario of Sprout on top in the same light he did as a teen. Less now that the idea of bottoming felt out of Hitch’s comfort zone. It was not something he’d dare to try now with Sprout during a one-night stand at least.

Besides, Hitch was the one with experience here, it just…made more sense for him to be the one taking the lead, just like it had always been between them — or for the last couple moons at least.

“Hey,” Hitch’s hoof reached for Sprout's shoulder, waited until his deputy turned his way, then kept whispering. “As a pony who loves rules, I tell you there are none to who has to do what between two stallions, but…you are aware it’s not easy to be top, are you? You have to make sure your partner feels good at all times, focus on lasting, not to mention it's pretty much like exercise as you also need to-”

He couldn't even finish nor present his points about why it was better for Hitch to top before Sprout groaned and scrubbed a hoof across his face in defeat. Considering how uncomfortable he looked talking about topping, it almost...felt like he was waiting for Hitch to insist?

“Fine, but if it feels weird-” Sprout stopped mid sentence as he spotted the sheriff taking a condom out of its box. “Wait, why do we need those again? It’s not like we…”

Sprout couldn’t finish the sentence before Hitch had already rolled the condom over his length with well-practiced expertise. The taller stallion blinked, blushing a bit as he realized how desperate he must’ve looked — he was, to be honest, and their hard-ons would only last for so long at this point.

“I mean we don’t really need them, I can assure that, but I have never not used them and…” Hitch’s reflected, looking down at the package.

Honestly, he had put it on out of force of habit, since his love to keep ponies safe extended to bed. But even if protection wasn’t needed this time, something about choosing not to use that layer for the first time, and that being here and now with Sprout during a one-night thing, it made him feel…not safe, and not in the physical sense.

“You want a sex ed class now? You know I had a ten on that subject in school.” Hitch crossed his forehooves, half-joking in an attempt to avoid the topic.

“Alright, alright, my mom insists I should wear those anyways.” Sprout grumbled, and Hitch had to hold back his grimace at his deputy mentioning his mom now of all times.

“All settled then, just let me…” Just as Hitch was positioning himself over his friend again, he stopped to remove his sheriff sash and tossed it to the floor, wanting — needing — complete freedom to move for this.

Sprout’s ears flicked with a betraying interest at the sight. Hitch flexed his chest a bit, earning a frown from the stallion beneath him that he could only chuckle at.

Then when he reached for his deputy's sash, Sprout held onto it instinctively.

“You sure you don't wanna..?” Hitch tilted his head, smirking softly as his hoof barely tugged at the leather. “It’ll get intense.”

“I-Intense…?

“Good intense.” Hitch tugged just a bit more, “I mean you'll sweat a lot and this'll be a mess to wash later.”

“…right.” With trembling hooves, Sprout sat up to remove his sash himself.

There was a hint of vulnerability in the air after the deputy badge clinged against the floor. Now out of their uniforms, they truly were just two friends sharing the night.

The red stallion didn't seem to enjoy this sudden intimacy, as he almost jumped at the ‘pop’ of the lube bottle being opened.

“W-wait, hold on- I’ll…“ Sprout quickly turned to lay on his stomach.

Hitch cocked a brow as he poured some lube on his hoof, then closed the bottle to leave it aside. Not only was Sprout hiding his face this way, but also his ears were folded back and his tail was pressed between his trembling hindlegs to cover what was in between. Somehow, his friend managed to find new ways to avoid showing himself in an act where ponies were supposed to be trusting and psychically close as possible.

Knowing him, how things were now, that shouldn’t be surprising, so Hitch ignored the lingering disappointment at knowing even he as a foalhood friend was nos trusted enough to see that part of Sprout.

“Okay, this works, but I kinda need to see your…” Hitch wrapped his hoof around the base of that blond tail, but couldn’t even pull before Sprout released some sort of quivery squeak and lifted his hindquarters on his own accord.

Hitch narrowed his eyes. Yeah, no way his deputy hadn’t imagined himself in this position at least once.

“Uh…good, good…” He patted Sprout’s back in an atempt to clarify his chuckle was not mean-spirited.

While Sprout buried his face on the pillow to hide his shame, the sheriff took a moment to admire the view. Sure, it was nothing new as ponies didn’t really hide their goods in public, but still, a flank willingly presented to you for rutting…it was something else. And Sprout’s flank looked really soft if Hitch was honest.

It was tempting to touch it, but Sprout was way too nervous already so Hitch had to remind himself to go slow.

“Try to relax, okay? I’ll be gentle.” Still holding the blond tail so it wouldn’t get in the way, Hitch’s lube-covered hoof reached for Sprout's entrance.

“Of course you’ll be-” Sprout’s scoff was interrupted by a shudder and a whiny as the cold gel made contact.

“Easy, It’ll get better, I promise,” Hitch smiled with a bit of guilt, being careful with making sure his friend was all lubed up.

Sprout just grumbled against the pillow. Even without being able to see his face, Hitch could tell his deputy was frowning and blushing, probably embarrassed by the position he himself chose, but not uncomfortable at least.

“Good, then here goes the suffering for me.” Releasing Sprout’s tail, Hitch poured a good chunk of lube on his hoof again, then hissed at how cold it felt even through the condom.

As he spread the lube around his length, he couldn’t help touching more than needed, letting out a pleasured groan just thinking about what he was about to do. He noticed Sprout arching his back unconsciously, the way he grasped the sheets a bit as the sounds already had an effect on him.

Hitch smirked as he positioned his member to rub the tip against Sprout's entrance. His movements were calm, but deep down the sheriff was not as nonchalant as he appeared, still not believing he was about to do this with his deputy and foalhood friend, with the stallion he had once dreamed of being with like this in the past.

But again, one had to be the calm and composed of the two, and that was Hitch’s role.

Leaning forward, his hooves reached for Sprout’s sides to caress them softly, trying to ease his trembling.

“Just breathe,” Hitch whispered in his ear, not without brushing it a bit with his muzzle to tease, earning a shiver more of arousal than fear.

Then, at the first signs of air entering Sprout’s lungs, Hitch pressed forward.

Just the tip easing in already had Sprout releasing a choked whimper, his breathing hitching. Hitch groaned as the tight entrance already clenched around him.

“Relax, Sprout,” he almost begged in a shuddering breath, his hooves digging a bit into the skin, “just a little more, you’re doing good.”

The words of encouragement worked and Sprout did as told. Though not without struggling to breath steadily, he forced his body to relax and try to take more. With that, inch by inch Hitch managed to make his way inside thanks to the lube, taking the muffled whimpers and gasps as a sign that things were well.

Then the medal ring got past, Hitch's balls rested against Sprout’s once he was deep inside, and he all but melted.

“Oh f-…okay,” Hitch moaned out, breathing in deep as he prayed to be able to last more than a few thrusts. “Okay.”

“A-all good with my..? Uh…my…” Sprout was panting heavily, shivering with every tiny movement the pony on top made.

“Yes, you just feel good, that's all…warm and tight….” Hitch chuckled, his muzzle nuzzling against the back of Sprout’s neck affectionately, “What about you? How do you feel?”

At the nuzzle and his first words, Sprout hid his face further into the pillow. Hitch was sure he felt his deputy clench around him too. He took note of those reactions.

“I’m fine, just…it feels…I-It’s all inside, right?” Sprout grabbed onto the pillow, probably still getting used to being stretched open. “Don’t think I can fit more.”

“Yep, you fitted all inside.” Hitch grinned, and for emphasis his hoof reached for Sprout's stomach, grunting as he felt his own cock behind the slight bulge. “Good job, stud.”

Again, Sprout clenched around him, and the shuddering whimper confirmed his suspicions. Hitch couldn't help the hint of mischievousness in his grin. So his friend liked to be praised in bed? That was interesting.

Not that Hitch was too different.

“You’re…it’s pulsing,” Sprout breathed out, a hint of fascination in his tone.

“Hmm...just for you.” He buried his muzzle on the back of Sprout’s mane, his voice husky as his hoof reached lower. “Now, who’s taking me well?”

He moved inside just a tiny bit, and a non-silenced moan left Sprout as Hitch grabbed his cock.

“I am…” His deputy pretty much melted over the bed as a dreamily sigh left his lips, but he was quick to cough and attempt to deepen his voice to hide it. “I-I am.”

“You are.” Hitch had to hold back a snicker. “Now, ready to show me how good you’ll keep taking me?”

Sprout paused before nodding. “Just…don't destroy me.”

“Wouldn’t ever think of it. Now I just gotta find the…”

Hitch started with one short, experimental thrust. When Sprout muffled another sound against the pillow, he tried again with a little more force than the first. While he kept holding Sprout's length, he gave one, two, three thrusts in a row…and barely on the third he knew he hit that sweet spot as his deputy tensed, released a choked moan and oh — Hitch moaned as well when that tight heat clenched around him really nicely this time around.

“Stop touching me.” Sprout blurted out.

“Huh?”

“Stop touching me!” The panic in his voice made Hitch release Sprout’s cock as if it burned.

“What? Did I hurt you? Want me to pull out?” Hitch asked with concern, but this quickly dissipated as looked down to notice how, within the moonlight, he could see Sprout’s cock was leaky and flared. “Oh, right at the edge already?”

A confident grin formed on Hitch's muzzle as he chuckled because, wow, was he really capable of getting a stallion so excited with just some thrusts and touching?

This wasn’t meant as mocking, but he realized late it came off that way when Sprout rushed to put the pillow over his own head and muffle a mortified sound underneath. Hitch facepalmed at his own actions. He should know not lasting was embarrassing for stallions already.

Before his friend had the chance to jump out of the window to escape the situation, the sheriff wiped his hoof clean on the sheet, released the tail in his other hoof and then touched Sprout's shoulder. The only thing keeping his deputy there was a Hitch being inside him, and considering how good Sprout was at running away despite being out of shape — hopefully Hitch wouldn’t ever have to deal with him ever becoming a fugitive or whatever, because that would be a tough case — he had to act now.

“Hey, hey, it's okay,” Hitch said too quickly. “You have been holding it up, you’re pent up and-”

Sprout interrupted him, his voice muffled under the pillow. “T-this doesn’t- I don’t usually-”

“It happens to everypony, Sprout.” Hitch interrupted back. “Me inside you, did it feel good when I moved? Focus on that.”

“Oh, uh…it felt…weird.”

“Good weird or bad weird?

“I-can-get-used-to-it weird?”

The taller stallion paused, but considered Sprout would burst at any second if he wasn't careful so yeah, they were heading somewhere. “Think you can last so I can turn it into really good weird then?”

Putting the pillow underneath his chin again, Sprout hesitated before answering. “Just…don’t touch me so much and I’ll be fine.”

“Noted.” Hitch held back a relieved sigh.

The bed creaked as he rested his whole weight on it, his forehooves at both sides of the pony underneath. Sprout tensed for a moment as Hitch’s front made contact with his back, barely holding back a nervous squeak at knowing he was completely at the mercy of a stallion now.

And so Hitch thrusted away. Slow, gentle, deep, and in just the right way.

He quickly lost count of how many blissful groans, grunts and moans left him within the first minutes.

“Oh stars above, Sprout…” The name rolled off his tongue in a moan that finally could fulfill its fate. A moan that was not shamefully hidden inside a bathroom, but instead out here in his room with that stallion that had ignited those flames so many moons ago.

Sprout couldn't keep quiet either. He hadn't been able to hide his sounds back then, less he would be now that he was living his fantasy. No matter how much he kept himself buried on that pillow, at least a few muffled moans would reach Hitch's ears each time he made sure to hit that sweet spot inside him.

And it weren't only the sounds indicating his foalhood friend was having the time of his life between his hooves. Sprout was taking every thrust, pushing back by instinct, by a mere raw need for more. A ‘more’ that Hitch was more than eager to provide.

It was everything he needed right now. Just for that single moment Hitch was able to forget about everything. About friendships that were not the same, about feelings that shouldn't come out, about empty beds, roles to fit or wishing not to fit them. Because all he was worried about was being here now, as psychically closer as possible to Sprout, both being there for each other without their pride on the way.

“D-Does it feel good?” Hitch asked, panting against the back of his friend’s neck.

“Y-yeah…”

“Want me to go faster? Harder?” It was more of a plea than a suggestion, barely holding himself from following his own wish.

There was a pause as Sprout slowly lifted his face from the pillow at the question. Hitch couldn't see his expression in that position, but the sudden determination on his voice gave him an idea of it.

“Faster.” Sprout’s voice didn’t shake nor hesitate like before. He wasn’t making a request. It was an order, a commanding tone that came out of its hiding deep inside, one Hitch hadn’t heard being directed at him ever since he became Sprout’s superior.

“On it.” Hitch obeyed without question, with the same dismissal of work or any roles he had integrated into his brain, and picked up the pace.

He groaned blissfully as his thrusts — his pounding — were only met with more sounds of enjoyement that Sprout muffled against that pillow. Hitch’s body moved on his own then, his hooves going to hold his deputy's hips, keeping him where he wanted and needed him, where Sprout needed it.

And just with that, the usual lonely silence of the sheriff’s room was quickly filled with pants, moans, and the wet smacking of their bodies meeting over and over again.

“F-fuck, Hitch!”

Hitch’s eyes snapped open as he heard his name coming unmuffled from those lips; loud and clear for him to cherish after one well-aimed thrust had made Sprout forget about his pride for a moment.

But that disappeared as quickly as it came. His friend buried back into the pillow, hiding his face, his sounds, his vulnerability, everything about himself away from Hitch once again.

Something about Sprout not trusting him for that when maybe once he would've, to not be able to experiment this fully as they could've done if only things between them were as they used to, made Hitch's self control break.

And for once, just this once, he decided to be selfish.

“Oh for the love of-! Come here.”

“What the- ah!”

He gave Sprout no time to speak as he pulled out to roll to his side, dragging the other stallion with him. Hitch’s hoof settled on Sprout’s chest to keep his back pressed against his own muscular body, his other hoof holding Sprout’s hind leg to keep him wide open for him.

Then, in one swift motion, Hitch entered him again, and fucked him so good neither of them could even think about keeping each other at arm’s lenght anymore.

It worked. Sprout became a delicious mess of whimpers and moans and he was so loud, as only the Sprout he knew could be.

Hitch didn't break his own promise and kissed him right there only because his whole body was too busy already. Instead, he rested his chin on Sprout's sweaty mane, his nostrils flaring, releasing grunts of both pleasure and struggle to keep up with the need of his own body as he continued thrusting.

“I-I’m gon-” Sprout was unable to speak coherently at this point. “C-clo-”

“Close?” Hitch breathlessly guessed, “ple-please tell me you’re close…”

Feeling his own climax near, Hitch continued moving at that fast pace, his hoof going from Sprout’s chest to stroke his flared length, hoping with all his heart to get an affirmation.

Sprout became an ever bigger mess at this, but Hitch did manage to hear a desperate 'yes!’ before there was a choked moan and his deputy was spurting all over his hoof.

And with this Hitch could finally let go. As he stroked his friend until the last drop came out, he buried himself balls deep inside him, sinking his teeth into his shoulder when his delighted groan threatened to turn into a loud cry. Sprout only had the energy to whimper at the bite while the sheriff continued grunting until the last remains of his seed left his length.

Then peace came after the storm.

They were hot, tired, sweaty, and only the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard for a while. With his mind still a foggy, Hitch only managed to give a lazy lick to the spot he had just bitten into as a silent apology, earning a shudder and a weak whiny from the pony on his grasp. Despite how sticky they felt, they didn't move an inch from the cuddly position.

It wasn’t bad nor strange. Hitch loved to cuddle after sex, but here…well, he mostly wasn’t sure what Sprout thought of it. They had hugged like that as colts in their sleep unconsciously on sleepovers at least once or twice. And even when that stopped when they reached their teenagehood, Sprout never lost that tendency to invade his personal space despite complaining about how stallions ‘didn't do hugs and stuff like mares did’. Even as coworkers he kept on holding onto Hitch whenever he was scared, and though not as often, Hitch had holded back onto his deputy in the really rare cases he felt nervous during an investigation.

So yeah, the cuddling wasn't unwelcome since Sprout hadn’t told him to get off, but Hitch could feel himself getting soft already, and with the condom that would be a mess. With a last grunt, he pulled out, eliciting a final involuntary gasp from the other stallion.

After removing the condom and tying it into a knot, Hitch tossed it into the trash can beside the nightstand and rested on the bed. He noticed Sprout had turned to lay on his back as well, so now their sides were touching, their tails crossing with each other over the messy sheets as they stared at the ceiling.

Hitch unconsciously found himself leaning his head on Sprout's. A look for at least a bit of the aftercare he was used to.

He closed his eyes and sighed contently when Sprout leaned his head back.

It was his deputy who broke the silence. Not with words, but with a sound, a mix of a huff and a whistle that could only be interpreted as 'so that's what sex feels life’.

Hitch smirked, taking that as a compliment. He turned his head to look at his foalhood friend. Sprout did the same. Compared to when they were laying like this moments ago, this time they were closer, and so without intending to, their muzzles ended barely inches away from meeting.

Both widened their eyes as they felt each other's breath for a moment.

Once again, Sprout had the biggest reaction by being the first to move back, frowning, his guard up despite almost falling off of the bed. Hitch moved back a bit as well.

Considering that reaction, it probably was a good idea that he didn't follow on the instinct of kissing his friend when they were about to finish just now. He did not want to complicate things in the first place.

Though deep down the sheriff couldn't help but wonder if he wouldn't regret leaving that chance pass after tonight.

Hitch pushed those thoughts back where they belonged and began fixing some strands of his mane that were now stuck to his sweat-dripped forehead, trying to remain nonchalant as he waited for his heartbeat to calm down. “So, your first time, was it…good? Thoughts?”

Now calmer with the change of topic, though still not smiling, Sprout’s voice came out hoarse when he spoke up. “It was…intense.”

Hitch nodded with a weak chuckle. Though Sprout turned to face the ceiling again, his gaze remained on his own hooves, on the way they drummed softly over his stomach in a sheepish gesture Hitch knew well coming from him.

“Intense indeed.” Hitch sighed contently again. “I really needed that.”

“I could tell.”

Turning his head, concern flashed on the sheriff’s face as he noticed Sprout touching the spot where he had been bitten.

“Aw, gee- Sorry about that, I really didn’t mean to-”

“It doesn’t hurt.” Sprout raised a hoof when the guilty stallion attempted to check the bite mark. “You know you wouldn’t hurt a fly even if you tried to.”

In one hoof, Hitch was glad that even with his rougher side taking over, he had been careful enough not to hurt his friend — there would be whining about needing a hospital otherwise. Now in the other hoof, for some reason Sprout had rolled his eyes at mentioning his inability to hurt anypony, being sarcastic as if that was a bad thing?

One had to admit his deputy had some nerve trying to argue with whom had pounded him good a moment ago.

If Sprout suddenly was upset over his kindness, or the bite, or — stars, he hoped not — dealing with post-nut clarity now, Hitch didn’t feel like going back to the usual arguing now.

Looking around, the sheriff noticed the remaining condoms over the nightstand. His gaze darted to Sprout again. The sight of him so close on the bed, sweaty, the fur of his chest stuck together with fluids Hitch had caused to leave his body, and his cock soft and spent but still unsheathed between his legs. Most importantly, still not leaving Hitch’s side despite not having anything else keeping him there.

Then came a deja vu. A memory of two colts resting besides each other on the grass after a long day of playing, catching their breath while they observed the dark sky. There was nothing left to say, no energy to continue their game, yet they remained there in silence, knowing that if any of them mentioned the obvious they'd have to say goodbye.

Their colt selves never liked saying goodbye.

And now as adults? Usually they didn’t bat an eye, but right now…they didn’t want to say that word. Not knowing that this time they won’t be meeting as the normal friends they used to be once the sun came out.

“Sprout?”

“Hm?”

“Can you last another round?”

Staring at his foalhood friend, Hitch held up another condom, near his mouth, ready to rip the package open the moment he got an affirmation.

“Oh, uh…T-totally, of course I can last! Why wouldn't I?” Despite trying to sound confident, Sprout’s laugh was awkward as his ears lowered a bit.

Hitch hesitated at this reaction. But just a second later he saw Sprout turning his body towards him, the way he leaned on his elbow as he rested one of his round cheeks on his hoof. Slowly, as they stared at each other, that awkward smile softened to an expression Hitch couldn’t quite describe.

Then there was a frown, a fire in his eyes Hitch hadn’t seen before, and a nod that almost felt like a challenge was settled between them.

Again, Hitch didn’t quite get where Sprout's sudden determination came from. Right now, he just knew he gladly followed his command.

Feeling his own cock twitching and about to get hard again in anticipation, he got on top of Sprout, knowing that the night will be far from perfect, that he will have to deal with walls and disagreements and whatever mess would come out of this the next morning. But it didn’t matter, he would know what to do.

Because Hitch was the sheriff, always there to keep everything under control. And he was Sprout's foalhood friend, always there to deal with him.

Author's Note

Aand here it is, 10k words of ol good smut(or at least decent I hope). Hope it's worth the wait, I'm thankful for the support this story got so far! Wasn't sure how many HitchSprout fans were still out there, so it was a nice surprise to see all the lovely comments

This is where the song ‘Bite’ by Troye Sivan really comes in. This chapter is titled after that one line that I think defines best the feeling of a man approaching another intimately for the first time, being this the case for both Sprout and Hitch here~

This chapter was the most complicated to write for me, yet the easiest to edit. I guess that’s because it’s mostly actions and not as focused on thoughts and dialogue. I had to REALLY analyze the characters to see if my idea of how they act in bed made sense. The time, dynamic and experience in-story of the characters influenced a lot on how the sex scenes played out too, and BOY was it something I’ve never written before. I’ve already worked with characters having their first times with more-experienced partners, but this was the first where I could explore the experienced one seeing things in a new light, as this was Hitch’s first with a stallion and not a mare. All the miscommunication that came with their dynamic was something new for me too, almost felt like I was trying to make things work out along with these two idiots, haha. Not to mention it is the first time I write ponies doing the do. For that reason I, shamefully, couldn’t focus as much on preparation as I would’ve liked. Couldn’t include fingering here for obvious reasons, and rimjobs ain’t a thing I wanted to write so…ye, as realistic as I wanted this to be, let’s go by fictional logic here and pretend stallions can handle themselves just fine without that much pre.

About the roles, as you can see I went with what seemed as the obvious route between these two, but tried to twist it a bit so it was as complex as them. I’d explain it here but it’s all in the chapter already lol Just saying that Hitch being a service top(curious about being switch) and Sprout a bottom pillow princess comes from a place of deep analysis and not just because. I do think they’ll try to switch things up once in an established relationship, once Hitch learns to give up control and Sprout to communicate properly and isn’t so anxious in bed ofc(I don’t think they’d switch often though, it’d be rare).

As for the condoms, yeah, that one I admit was me doing it out of spite. I think being considerate and protecting your partner in bed is really fucking sexy, which is not often seen in smut bc people want porn ig. Hitch IS a responsible character who loves protecting others, I do think he would have the ‘safety first’ sex thing integrated into his brain. Does it make sense here considering there’s no risk of foals and both are clean? No, but I wanted to write Hitch having protected sex and I WROTE IT, fight me. I still tried to explain it somehow, and ended up using the extra layer as yet another way these two kept their distance even in the most intimate moment.

Nex chapter is the grand finale! We’ll see Sprout’s thoughts about the whole thing and its aftermath. In the meantime I'll love to know your thoughts of this chapter :) comments are appreciated.