Near felt as though he was feeling everything, all at once. The feeling of a soft, hot, strong tongue against the most intimate, sensitive part of his body, the feeling of your hands squeezing his hips, lacquered black nails digging in slightly. The sight of your head moving between his thighs, pushing it a bit, and moving back and forth. The smell of his own sex, which made his mouth water a bit. The sound of his own short, occasional moans, more like grunts, or whimpers, the sound of your slick tongue lapping at his sex, wet and smacking. Oh God, he.. he wanted to cry all of a sudden, overwhelmed. He couldn't take it, he really couldn't—

"Stop," he whispered. You did, looking up immediately. Your mouth and cheeks were wet and a little shiny with Near's discharge, and Near found himself licking his own lips in spite of his sensory overload.

"Are you okay?"

"I need," he began, but trailed off, overwhelmed.

You waited.

"Ladybug," he said quietly.

You looked confused for a split-second, before you put the pieces together, and understood. You nodded, rolling off the bed and standing up. Near could see the bulge of your erection in your pajama pants, trapped behind the soft, checkered red and black fabric.

"Is it in your room?" Near nodded, almost unable to speak. You headed off, padding down the hallway, shuffling around in his toy box, then came back, toy in hand.

It was shiny, red, and hard. Its arms were boxy and its head was small and black, and it folded in to make a car. Its real name was something boring, which was why Near had named it Ladybug, for obvious reasons. Near reached out for it with both hands, and you gave it to him and sat back on the bed.

Ladybug was comforting to him. Holding it with both hands felt grounding, and helped him to breathe more deeply and steadily. When he opened his eyes, he realized you were watching him, your eyes soft and understanding. He felt himself becoming embarrassed, suddenly.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You squinted. “Why?”

“For.. being like this. I suppose.”

You made a face that he couldn't understand. “I’m not bothered.”

Near nodded, not knowing what to say. Instead, he fidgeted with Ladybug, folding it into a car and back out again. You watched him silently, still.

If Near wasn’t more calm now, he might want to cry again. You were being so understanding, and he wanted.. to tell you. Near made Ladybug back into its regular form and slowly walked it over to you, who watched, an amused smile twitching your lips. You were sitting criss-cross, and Near walked it up your right leg, then slowly raised it to face you directly. “I love you,” Ladybug said.

You made another face that Near didn’t really get, sort of soft and smiling. “I love you, too, Ladybug,” you said, playing along.

An overwhelming rush of affection rose in Near, and his chest felt tight. He squeezed Ladybug a little and brought it forward to tap its head on your nose, like a tiny kiss. You laughed softly. Near gave a small smile.

Then you looked over at Near, and Near wanted to look away; the love was so apparent and intense in your eyes. But he didn't, just gazed at you and hoped you understood. Maybe you did, because you leaned forward and kissed Near softly. His lips were warm and soft, and when they parted, Near tasted himself on your tongue and felt himself tingle a little with arousal.