It was getting dark when John woke up. He was still lying on his back in the bed, though he now had most of Brian sprawled across him, snoring from time to time. The minotaur was heavy, but he didn't feel squashed. This orc has strong bones, he thought to himself. Which reminded him...
He wriggled a hand free from under Brian's arm and tentatively brought it up to his forehead where he'd been bludgeoned earlier. It was still swollen but to his pleasant surprise there was no real pain, just a little tenderness. Strong bones and a thick skull, apparently.
He lowered his hand and stroked Brian's back. It made a whispering sound as it brushed along the hide. It was hard to believe that this enormous beast was the same Brian he'd been to college with, or even the same one who'd cooked dinner the previous day. Yet he felt the same intense, giddy love when he thought of either one. He let his eyes roam over him for a moment, taking in everything from horns to hooves, adoring it all. His scent, too; he took a deep, snuffling breath through his upturned nose, pulling in as much as he could. It was strong but not unpleasant -- but more importantly, it was Brian's.
It was like being a teenager again, being utterly obsessed and blind to everything else -- well, except that it had been girls back then. He rubbed his hand in small circles on Brian's butt, fingertips trailing across the contours of his muscles. Had the same thing that made him turn into an orc also made him fall in love with Brian? Or was it more like it had just opened the door? He'd always liked, respected, and trusted Brian; they'd been close friends for years. Maybe those strong emotional ties plus a sudden jolt of sexual attraction were the seed for love?
As he played with the base of Brian's tail, the minotaur finally stirred, stretching out his legs and then lifting his head off John's chest.
"Good evening, boyfriend," he said.
"G'd evening," Brian answered through a huge yawn, then snuggled over to lie on John's chest and look directly up into his eyes. "How's your head feeling?"
"Much, much better."
"Up to moving around again?"
"Sure, yes. Seriously, it doesn't even hurt unless you poke it -- but, um, please don't." Brian made a disappointed face, which looked very strange on a bull's head. "I guess I heal fast now."
"How's your appetite?"
"God, I'm ravenous. I didn't even realize until now. It must be... yeah, a whole day since we ate."
"I had a bite while you were out of it earlier, but it's been a while for me too. And, last but not least, how is your sex drive?"
"Also healthy thank you, doctor. You, uh, have your chest pressing against my manhood and it vibrates when you talk."
"I can make you horny with my voice? Awesome! Booooop. Huuuuh-ney. Spoooooooge."
John grinned. "Feels nice, hun, but you might want to work on your pillow talk a little."
"Sez you, who calls it your 'manhood'."
"That's a perfectly good word."
"If you're in a Mills and Boone novel, sure. Also, shouldn't it be your 'orchood'?"
"Hm, I dunno. 'He plunged his enormous, throbbing orchood into his minotaur lover's quivering ass.' Doesn't quite roll off the tongue."
Brian pulled himself further up John's chest until they were face to face, mouths an inch apart, cocks pressing hard against each other. "We could try it and see," he breathed.
John wrapped one arm around Brian's waist, pulling them tighter together. He slid his other hand down Brian's side and over his buttocks, squeezing them and then teasing at his sphincter.
"Mmm. Tempting, very tempting," he said as Brian squirmed. "I thought you were hungry, though?"
"Fuck hungry. Or," he said, a sly grin on his snout, "we could eat right here."