Long Rainy Day
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The front door opened, bring in some rain and a soaking wet green anthro dragon. Embass shivered as he closed the door. The 6'2" green anthro dragon, with a long thick tail and pale belly dropped his bag and peeled off his soaking shoes and shirt. Despite only walking the length of his friends driveway, the torrential rain had saturated Embass's clothes and made him incredibly uncomfortable.
Hearing the door open, Rand came down the stairs. Standing at 7'4" with wide shoulders, the bull anthro made surprising little noise descending. A gentle giant, Embass always loved getting to Rand's and the immediate feeling of warmth and comfort that emanated from his best friend. The bull saw the wet dragon, and the look of fatigue on his face. Moving quickly, Rand closed the distance and embarrassed Embass in a bear hug.
Embass let the bull wrap him up, his warmth and presence washing over him. The usual immediate response took hold, Embass relaxed. His whole body releasing tension he had been holding all day. The week of long days at work, the stress that had been building was let go and Embass sank into the hug. After a minute, he moved to return the embrace reaching around and giving a squeeze and moving his muzzle to meet Rand's for a kiss.
The bull looked down at his friend, his boy. He knew what the dragon needed. "Follow me boy, I have something for you," he said with a wink. Grabbing Embasses shirt from the floor, he walked towards the laundry room.
Snapping to attention, Embass replied, "Yes sir!" Even in his dead tired state, he knew what to do and what his sir had in mind. His sir did always know how to take care of him.
Rand tossed the shirt into the washer and pointed to the wet shorts and jock that Embass still wore. "In they go," he said, his voice in the deep commanding tone that the dragon knew so well. Once he finished, the bull starts the machine and taps the lid to indicate for his boy to jump up.
Taking the command, Embass hops up and finds him at the perfect height for their mouths to meet. Leaning forward, the two started to make out, tongues finding each other. The large bull pushes forward more, his mouth opening further, pushing more of his tongue into the dragon. The thought crossed his mind to flip his boy over and fucking him before he continued. But he decided that Embass needed some rest before any vigorous activities.
Embass felt the hesitation and the moment that his sir decided on his course of action. The bovine continued to move forward, his mouth taking in some of the dragons muzzle now. He closed his eyes and moved forward, pushing in.
Rand withdrew his tongue, and started to taste Embass's neck, the sensation causing a small shiver in the smaller dragon. He could swear that the scales around the neck tasted sweeter than the rest of the body each time they did this. Savoring the flavor, the dominant bull grabbed the arms of his morsel, preventing the dragon from just diving down the throat. Rand wanted to enjoy this, and wanted his boy to enjoy it too.
The dragon felt the back of the throat grip his muzzle. Opening his eyes for a moment, Embass noted the pink flesh, slick with saliva, took him in. It worked its way up his snout as Rand pushed him in. He kept his eyes open until the last moment when the flesh pushed up against his forehead. The warm breath washed over his buried nose, the faintest hint of fresh mint.
The bull shifted the dragon around, pivoting the food to be vertical above him. The gravity assist made the rest of the head slide in, followed by the shoulders. They popped in with a moan from both men. The widest part done, Rand let go of the arms and shifted to hold the legs, keeping his boy’s center of mass stable.
Wriggling with delight, Embass felt the throat move up his chest, or down from his perspective. The tongue tasting over his stomach scales, which were quite pleasant since Rand was making a happy rumble with every movement. The contrast of his legs still exposed to the cold room and his torso sinking into the warm confines of his friend was thrilling. As Embass's groin approached the overpowering maw, Rand reached for the dragon's pants. A gentle tug up and off was all it took, Embass was once again naked before his sir. Each time was fun in its own way; this time, Rand enjoyed the purring and cooing sounds his boy made. The warm embrace and comfort lulling the half swallowed lizard into a trance.
The cock was worked in slowly, Rand didn't want to rush any part of this experience. The hot breath was the first thing Embass noticed, then it was the slightest flick of the wet tongue. Once full contact was made, he started to writhe to get himself inside faster. The need to satisfy his building lust was immense. But Rand kept him steady, only allowing each inch of his body to enter at a steady pace. Once fully erect, the green drake slowed his breathing, knowing that his wiggling was not going to get him there faster. His sir was determining the speed, he had no say.
Rand patted the smaller male on the thigh, a signal they shared that he was going to swallow faster. Embass remained still as practiced, knowing how to make it easier and more enjoyable for them both. The bull held his meal’s feet together over his head and applied pressure down. The esophagus responded by making rapid swallows, moving from the dragon’s cock and balls being in open mouth to just his feet and tail sticking out. The beat of Rand’s heart rang through his flesh, Embass the only audience to the strong rhythm. Closing his mouth around the tail, the larger male gave a powerful swallow. The last of the dragon was slurped down like a large wet noodle and rocketed down the gullet.
Embass settled in, adjusting his position as all of him entered the stomach. The walls were slick and warm. The sound of his sir’s heartbeat and breathing kept his mind shallow and unfocused. The enclosure swayed some as he felt Rand start to move. But Embass did not care where Rand went, he was along for the ride. He rubbed the inside of the bull and closed his eyes. Sleep overtook him, the long rainy day all but forgotten.