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[b][u][center]An Oddly Pleasurable Bedmate

For FriskeCrisps

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Sorry about this, Drac,” Crisp said, shaking his head as he pulled his shirt off. “I could have sworn I booked a double bedroom for the con.”

“Hey, I’m sorry that you gotta share with someone this much bigger than you, heh. You sure that you want that? I can call down for a rollaway.”

“Yeah, uh…I don’t think you’d fit on one, to be frank.”

“…You know what, fair.”

The wusky chuckled as he imagined the black dragon in bed having to make do with a rollaway bed. It would have been uncomfortable enough for the canine, but the idea of the seven-foot-tall dragon trying to jam himself, his wings, his tail, and everything else into something usually used for small adults or large kids was just ridiculous. More than likely the damn thing would have broken and they would have owed the hotel money or something.

[i]That said…he’s not exactly fitting easily into the bed, either.[/i]

They were lucky enough that the bed was a little bit larger than an average twin, but that was all the luck that they were getting. Drac’s feet hung over the edge of the bed as it stood, and while they had managed to jury-rig the hotel room chairs and cushions to imitate a longer mattress, he doubted that the dragon was going to be sleeping comfortably. Crisp wasn’t going to have much better luck, considering that he’d have to wedge himself right up against the other guy to sleep, and…

Well, Drac clearly didn’t sleep with pajamas on.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Crisp?” Draconicon asked again, leaning one elbow on his pillow. “Seriously, I can take the floor –”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s fine.”

Even if he was going to be sleeping pressed up against someone dressed in nothing more than briefs, and ones that were tight enough that he could see how much his roommate was stuffing into them. He kept forgetting just how much dragons had to their name down there, but every time he forgot, Draconicon found a way to remind him. Even if it was by complete freaking accident.

He shook his head, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done things before, but…well, those were usually a little more…private. Not in a hotel. More like a thing that they just did for a bit of fun. This felt more…intimate, and it was hard not to feel a little flustered about that.

[i]It’ll be fine,[/i] he told himself. [i]You’re still in your sweats, he’s in his briefs. Not like he’s suddenly going to fuck you in your sleep or something.[/i]

“You sure? Last chance,” the dragon said.

“I’m sure.”

“Then lay down or something. I want to get some sleep so I’ve actually got energy for my panels tomorrow.”

“Heh, okay, okay, fine.”

The wusky slowly laid down on his side, wiggling back as far as he could from the edge. It was difficult to find a comfortable spot, but with their height difference, he was able to lie on the pillows a little and pull himself up enough so that the dragon’s crotch was pressed against the back of his lower thighs. Not much, but a hell of a lot better than some of the alternatives might have been.

“Night, Crisp.”

“Night, Drac.”

The wusky reached out to the lamp and turned out the light, hoping that they’d just get to sleep and then stay there til morning.

#

They did not.

Or at the very least, he did not. Crisp stared at the far wall of the bedroom, feeling the slow breathing behind him as Drac slept the night away. The sheer amount of body-heat that the dragon put off meant that it was impossible for him to feel entirely comfortable under the blankets, but at the same time, there was no way to throw the blankets off, either, not without waking his bedmate up.

He resisted the urge to just slide out of bed, either. Any sort of movement would risk waking the dragon up, and he [i]refused[/i] to be responsible for making this any more awkward. Was it sane to be giving up on sleep just for the sake of pride? Probably not, but that was his decision and he was sticking to it.

The most that Crisp could manage was the occasional little shift of position. He found that he could ease some of the heat by curling his legs up a little closer to his core. While it kept some of his body-heat in, it brought his feet up from the sheer heat of the lower half of the bed. Not much, but it was better than nothing, and he found himself curling up tighter and tighter over the course of the night until –

“Nnngh…”

The wusky froze, suddenly wide-awake as he felt Drac’s crotch pressed right up against the bottoms of his paws. He hadn’t realized that he’d curled up quite that tight, but –

“Mmm…”

[i]Holy…[/i]

He could feel the bulge behind the briefs getting that much firmer as the dragon subtly pressed into him in his sleep. So firm, so hard, and so…so very close to sliding past the waistband, now that he thought about it.

Crisp tried to move, only for the dragon to growl quietly in his sleep. The wusky froze in place once more, huffing to himself and trying to suppress the little shivers that were getting stronger and stronger every time that he felt that big thing grinding against him. It slid against his toes, then between his paws, almost like the dragon was trying to figure out a way to fuck his paws in his sleep.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

The wusky bit his lips as he felt that stiff thing sliding between his paws, nudging at the arches between, sometimes threatening to slide between some of his toes. Every time, he swore it felt just a little bit wetter, and the dragon’s breath was hotter against the back of his neck as it got more and more heated.

[i]God, what do I do here?[/i]

There only seemed to be one option, even if it was beyond embarrassing. Either he took charge and gave the dragon what his sleep-self wanted, or he waited until the big guy woke himself up or took things further than either of them were comfortable with.

[i]God…you owe me for this…[/i]

The next time that the dragon ground against his paws, Crisp reached back and tugged. It barely took any pressure to drag the waistband down and out of the way, and when he did, he barely managed to keep from gasping at the sheer warmth of that hard cock against his paws.

“Rrrrrr…”

His bedmate growled in clear pleasure, but before he could start humping, Crisp worked his paws against the shaft. He slid it between his paws, slowly grinding them together, up, down, up, down, as much as he could manage with his legs bent the way that they were, but doing his best to keep stroking.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump.

As he worked the shaft, the dragon’s growls grew less and less agitated, but there was more and more slime left behind. Crisp’s cheeks burned hotter and hotter as he tried to keep his movements as mild as possible, but the dragon’s sleeping fetish seemed to be getting the better of him. Even as he tried to keep his paws pressed tightly together, Drac kept managing to thrust between them, taking some of his own pleasure again…and again…and again.

Sometimes, the dragon thrust forward so far that he could feel the heavy balls beneath pressed against his paws, and he felt like little more than a sex toy. He just endured it, telling himself that it couldn’t take much longer. He just had to keep stroking.

And stroking.

And stroking.

And then, finally, just as his ankles felt like they were going to give out, Drac huffed and pulled back just a bit. Not much, just enough to grind against the full length of his soles, and then –

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

There was so much spraying against the bottoms of his paws, so much slime coating his toes and pads. His eyes went wide as he felt like they were getting marked, almost.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

And it kept going. And going. And going. By the time that the flow finally slowed, he felt like he had been utterly drenched from the backs of his knees down to the tips of his toes. Everything felt utterly soaked, and the smell of dragon cum – something that he’d become more and more aware of during laundry days when around the big guy behind him – was already soaking into his legs and between his toes.

He tried to get up, ready to throw dignity to the wind, but just as he started to move, the sleeping dragon grabbed him from behind and pulled him back in an unconscious cuddle. Crisp yelped, barely keeping from making any louder sounds, as he was held pinned against the dragon’s middle.

[i]Well…crap…[/i]

He was stuck, and there was no getting loose of this before morning. God, what in the hell was he going to tell Drac had happened? He seriously doubted that the big guy would believe ‘sleep humping,’ but what else was he going to say?

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Crisp and Drac room for a night in a hotel, and end up having a little bit of a weird experience after they fall asleep.

Tags: M/M, Foot Fetish, Footjob, Sleep Sex. Somnophilia. Sleep Humping, Draconicon, Dragon, Wusky, Hotel, Small Bed, Size Difference, Cum, Orgasm, Cum on Paws,