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"All ready, Cinna?" "Yeah, just... sorry, trying to make sure I don't get my fur snagged on the zipper..." Despite being a long-time fan of scuba diving, Cinna hadn't actually ever tried it out for himself. He was under the impression it was too expensive, too complicated, and the way his... interest in it manifested meant he probably wouldn't find a diving partner he was comfortable with anytime soon. He did manage to get a diving certification online, so he could theoretically go diving on his own if he got his hands on a complete set of gear, but the thought of passerby seeing him in what he considered full fetish gear was harrowing. He had resigned himself to only ever taking scenic dives in his daydreams, imagining his breaths were coming from an air tank and wishing he could bask in his wetsuit on a beach instead of his couch. All of that was from before he met Oliver, though. Cinna may not have planned on diving, but half of his infatuation with the concept came from the form-fitting suits and tight masks, and he didn't need to be underwater to post hot selfies. It turned out that the modded latex wetsuit he decided to splurge on went great with his gas mask, and his social media following loved to see him in gear almost as much as he did. After posting a particularly risque set of photos featuring the sheath on the back of his wetsuit with a coyly inviting caption, he noticed someone with a pretty appealing profile picture had followed him and decided to see whether or not they were someone he'd be interested in returning the favor for. He was honestly surprised he hadn't known about him sooner. Skimming through his profile, Cinna found dozens of kinky photos and barely stopped himself from bookmarking all of them. The owner of the account, Oliver, was a tall, confident otter with long legs and a toned physique. Even better, he was always covered head-to-toe in some combination of latex and neoprene. His gloves seemed to be custom-made to accentuate his claws and it felt like he never took a picture without donning an immaculately shined gas mask... he was an otter after Cinna's heart, even if he felt bad getting that worked up over a stranger. For all his flustered staring, the only thing Cinna could make out of his body underneath was the teasing glint in his eyes behind the mask's dark lenses and the inviting bulge between his legs, often prominently displayed. Scrolling through the otter's profile, Cinna found an image that made his blush go from light pink to luminescent red. Oliver, fully kitted out in scuba gear, casually leaning against a rock with his erect cock, fitting perfectly in his suit's front sheath, out on full display. All of the gear was fully made out of latex, with metallic cuffs to secure his gloves and a cock ring that showed off the full length of his shaft. His elbow rested on the rock as one gloved hand lightly brushed against his rubber cock in a position that seemed like he was about to take it and give the camera a better look. The other hand was positioned near his chest in what seemed like a slightly hesitant way, like he was a bit embarrassed to have been seen in such a horny situation. His eyes, though, betrayed a feeling that Cinna knew all too well from his own slutty photos. The usual confidence in Oliver's eyes was amplified as they took on a sly edge, like they were inviting... no, challenging the viewer to come closer and check out his dick, maybe even see what he could do with it... Staring at Oliver for what was probably way too long, Cinna tried desperately to stop himself from thinking about the diver, the way his cock looked in his suit, how it'd probably fit perfectly in his own suit's sheath... seeing that he had a few unread notifications, he checked them out hoping it would be a good distraction. Unfortunately (fortunately?), they were all from the man himself: A few likes on some of his gear photos, a repost on one, and a comment under the wetsuit post that had his sheath on display: "Huffff~ Nice taste in suits! The sheath especially =^w^=" Holy shit?? Cinna immediately started blushing harder than before, wondering what Oliver thought of him. Was he just into his gear, or was it the way Cinna looked in it? Did he see the sheath immediately, or did he look at the picture for a bit before realizing it was there? Deciding to try going somewhere with this, Cinna messaged Oliver asking if their suits had the same maker. He did not type out a message asking Oliver how he felt about the idea of underwater frotting and then delete it. This did not happen. With them both being kinky scuba enthusiasts, the two hit it off almost immediately. Cinna didn't want to violate anyone's boundaries, so he kept flirtatious comments to a minimum, sending an occasional keysmash at most. Conversely, Oliver was incredibly open about the sexual side of his enjoyment of diving, telling Cinna all about the beautiful and secluded areas he'd find on private dives and making him squirm when he mentioned how tight his suit felt underwater. The cutesy emotes and heart emojis he'd send seemed suggestive, but Cinna could never tell if he was directly flirting and he was too shy to ask. Despite the constant tension he felt being constantly teased, accidentally or on purpose, Cinna messaged Oliver constantly. During a conversation one day, Cinna told the diver how much he loved his scuba mask, having never seen one like it before. Oliver almost immediately sent a link to the store he got it from, adding that he'd love to see what Cinna looked like in it. Blushing furiously, Cinna checked the website: The mask was expensive, but not enough to be prohibitive, and had countless customization options in regards to all kinds of horns and ears or lack thereof. Honestly, it would be more appropriate to call it a hood, as it covered everything above the collarbone. Looking through example photos, his attention was immediately drawn to the only opening in the mask/hood being a small hole in the front akin to some sort of hood designed for having phallic objects shoved in the wearer's mouth. Even though it could easily be mistaken for some kind of gimp suit, none of the reviews mentioned anything sexual about it. Intrigued, the dragon almost immediately spent most of the money he'd set aside for buying gear on it and informed Oliver of his purchase, to his apparent delight according to the stream of emoticons and hearts he was sent right after. Cinna worried about how worthwhile his purchase had been for the next few days, but to his relief he ended up not regretting it in the slightest once the package arrived. The mask was custom-made to fit him perfectly, accentuating his horns and fitting his ears so perfectly that the rubber looked like part of his body. He was worried the face-entry nature of it would make it difficult to wear properly, but after a bit of fuss it slid into place over his head, getting him to notice a short tube that had slipped into his mouth in the process. Assuming it was meant to be attached to a respirator through the hole he was wondering about, he took a short breath and didn't expect how it felt just like it did normally, like he didn't even have a mask on. It all fit so snugly he didn't even need to look in a mirror to know it was on right, but he hastily slipped on his wetsuit and went to check regardless, excited to see how he'd look in full coverage latex. Cinna's heart leapt at the sight of how well it all fit him - he couldn't tell where the hood ended and the wetsuit began. He ran his hand reverently over his muzzle, noticing he was unable to open his mouth enough to speak because of how tightly the mask pressed against it from all sides. Surprisingly, this only made the breathing tube more effective, as the pressure forced his lips to close around it while it stopped just short of his teeth, letting him breathe normally despite his jaw being clamped shut. Turning a bit to stare at himself from another angle, he saw his visor reflect the light in a way that further darkened his tinted lens and covered up the last sign that he wasn't entirely made of rubber. Moving closer to the mirror, posing and flexing and staring back at himself, Cinna almost forgot how horny he was. Even though his cock was throbbing hard beneath the suit, stimulated with every movement and twitching involuntarily, Cinna was in a trance, only paying attention to the mirror. He looked completely unrecognizable to his own eyes, the vibrant red highlights of his wetsuit being the complete opposite of the teal fur hidden beneath. His long hair had disappeared under the hood, accentuating the shape of his neck and the curve of his shoulders that were usually partially concealed. The tightness of his gear felt not only erotic, but reassuring, and his eyes were brighter than he'd ever seen them in spite of the visor's dark tint. Cinna's self esteem wasn't low by any means, but he had never felt so beautiful, so... complete. He put both hands on the mirror and leaned in intently, trying to wrap his head around the idea of the being the same as the rubber dragon he saw in it. He couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. Him and the beautiful, latex-clad dragon he was looking at were one and the same. He was a shiny, squeaky, perfect dragon... Feeling like he was about to cry, Cinna continued to get lost in his own reflection. Rubber fingers glided over his rubber body as he ran his hands over every part of his body in ecstasy. He spent hours gazing at the mirror, listening to his own muffled breaths, and only convinced himself to take it off after waking up the next day and realizing he wouldn't be able to shower while fully enclosed in latex. A week had passed, and Cinna spent all of his free time in his suit and mask. When he wasn't staging horny photoshoots to show off for his followers and slightly more tasteful ones for Oliver (who said he was "excited to see more", getting the dragon squirming almost instantly), he was doing whatever he'd normally be doing at home with the bonus of being in full latex. He'd occasionally taking a break from whatever he was watching or playing to re-polish himself, but the way it felt usually convinced him to edge himself to completion with a vibrator. While cleaning his gear after a particularly sweaty session, he got a text from the otter: "Going on a dive later!" Heart beating quicker, Cinna responded almost immediately: "WHAAAT nice!!! hope it goes well sfhhfds" "Thanks =^w^= It looks pretty nice when I look it up" Oliver then sent Cinna a picture of a beach that was under a half hour's drive away from his apartment. "ohhh no way i recognize that place!! i live like twenty minutes away thats crazy" "Interesting, maybe you could join this otter on a dive~" Cinna sent three keysmashes in a row. "aaa thats so sweet of you,,, i wish i could but ive only got the mask and suit sfhhsf" "All good! I could just lend you my gear, I've got some spare flippers and air tanks that'll fit you" Cinna almost sent ten consecutive keysmashes, but then realized it'd probably be obnoxious. "what thats so nice!! im totally down im free for the next few days" "Great! Tomorrow at 5 PM, the dock is far away from the rest of the beach so it should be just us~" Oliver then went offline. Cinna sent a few messages about how excited he was, assuming the otter had decided to go take care of business so he could go diving tomorrow without any obligations. With nothing else to do and a few hours before he'd feel like going to bed, Cinna took out all of his rubber and made sure it was as polished as possible. He wasn't planning on wearing the boots he usually only brought out for horny selfies to the beach, but he shined them too just in case. That night, Cinna lay on his side staring at the picture of Oliver in his scuba gear, imagining what it'd look like when he saw it for real the next day. Cinna showed up to the dock the next day in the most standard clothes imaginable, 30 minutes early. He had re-shined all his gear before leaving and would have put it in a duffel bag, but he was worried it would leave smudge marks on the rubber. He was forced to just wear his wetsuit underneath his clothes while carrying his mask around hoping nobody would notice, which made for a very stressful (and squeaky) walk. There was no reason to be so secretive about going scuba diving, but the thought of going on his first real dive with Oliver made him too tense to think straight. Sitting at the edge of the dock with his mask in his lap, he took his shirt off, half-unzipped his suit hoping the fresh air on his fur would help him settle down a bit and checked his phone - it was five minutes to 5. Looking around to make sure nobody would see, he whipped out his phone and opened the picture of Oliver he was so enraptured by. "Is that you, Cinna?" Nearly dropping his phone, his helmet and himself in the water, the dragon in question turned to see who it was. Oliver, clearly as confident in real life as he appeared online, strolled up to him wearing nothing but his suit. As Cinna stammered out a response, Oliver unzipped a duffel bag and took his mask out (Ah.) along with two pairs of flippers and air tanks each. "I thought it would be funny to show up while already wearing flippers, but carrying TWO pairs of air tanks is... well, you can imagine. Why don't you zip your suit up, and I'll help you with yours?" "You unsnagged your fur yet?" "Yeah, got it. Sorry." Cinna met Oliver's gaze, almost said something, and then glanced to the side. "You gonna take those pants off too? I don't think you want to go diving in jeans." Blushing furiously, Cinna quickly took off his pants and bent over to place them on the dock. Hoping his now-visible bulge wasn't too noticeable, he looked over to Oliver to gauge his reaction. Big mistake. He had been trying not to think about how good the otter made his wetsuit look, but seeing him in person brought all of his fantasies to the forefront of his mind and he could feel his cock twitch. Luckily, Oliver didn't seem to notice, and if he did he wasn't letting on. "Damn, you look even better in person! I wanna jump in the water with you right now, but first..." Oliver took a set of long rubber flippers and handed them to Cinna, crouching down to put his own on as the dragon mimicked his stance. Cinna knew how to put flippers on, but he knew better than anyone that latex on latex didn't have much friction involved. Him staring at the way the sun reflected off of Oliver's chest probably didn't help either. Looking back down at his feet, he finally managed to slip a flipper on, and- "Need some help? I get having first time jitters, eheh." Crouching down next to him, Oliver gripped Cinna's leg gently but firmly, stretching it out fully. Cinna was so flustered over being touched by someone else in rubber that he didn't notice the way Oliver ran his hand over his footpaw, lightly squeezing its sole with his thumb. Holding it by the heel with one hand, he guided it into the other flipper which was then secured in place. Carefully, Cinna stood up, raising one foot and tilting it up and down slightly to make sure its flipper was on correctly before doing the same with the other. He had always found flippers adorable, and something about the way they would bend with each movement and the difficulty he had walking in them made him feel cute, somehow. He wondered if he'd be able to sneak a few glances at Oliver's once they were underwater - He could see well through his visor, yeah, but he lost a little bit of peripheral vision. Speaking of the mask... "Hey, can I just say, like... I really appreciate all of this. A lot." "Awww, no problem!" "Yeah, but, like, this and the... the mask you helped me get was really nice - really, really good. I've been wearing it all the time-" "I could tell!" "And, like, I've never felt so good. I've always wanted to be a scuba diver, and I never thought I'd get to do it at all, especially not with someone, like..." Instead of saying "Someone so amazing," Cinna trailed off. "Ohhh, Cinna! I'm gonna start blushing over here. C'mere, you..." Flippers squeaking on the dock, Oliver closed the distance between Cinna and hugged him tight. Their suits made the embrace feel more erotic for Cinna than he expected, and the few inches his diver friend had over him put his bulge right between Oliver's legs. Making a high-pitched whine directly into his ear, Cinna's heart dropped, and he opted to not acknowledge it in the hopes the otter would mistake it for one of their suits squeaking. Releasing the furiously-blushing dragon, Oliver picked up a harness attached to a pair of air tanks that shared the vibrant crimson hue of Cinna's wetsuit. Holy shit, did he get those just for him? Noticing that he wasn't extending the harness to him, Cinna guessed he was going to have the same help with it that he got with his flippers. Following Oliver's commands, he moved his arms around as the harness was slipped over his shoulders, adjusting the bright-yellow straps a bit once they were tightly attached. As his friend did the same with an identical harness, bright green tanks this time, he absently noted that the straps looked way better than they had any right to when paired with their wetsuits and resolved to get one for himself sometime. "I'm guessing your favorite part comes next, right?" Oliver began to put his scuba mask on, prompting Cinna to do the same as he turned around, fearing that putting the mask on would make the straining of his cock even more noticeable. Slipping the mask on and taking some quick breaths to make sure everything was in place, Cinna turned around to see Oliver standing in front of him, mask still in his hands. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you something. You already know that'd be hard with this on, right?" "Nnh-!" Cinna assumed he could speak through his teeth, but the impotent noise he made proved him wrong. "Exactly. I bet you've been wondering what this little hole is for, huh." Oliver hooked his thumb on the breathing hole of Cinna's mask, generating another unintelligible whining noise from the dragon as his air flow was impeded. "Haha, sorry, couldn't resist. I'm guessing you looked up how a respirator would work with this, right?" Cinna didn't. "Well, in case you didn't, you take this over here..." Oliver took Cinna's respirator and gestured to a short, deflated rubber tube coming out of the center that he was too distracted to notice earlier. It was slim enough to fit through the hole in his mouth easily and widened into a bulb at the end - how did he not see this? To be fair, the black hose in question looked like a smaller version of the black hoses extending out from either side of the respirator, so maybe he just confused it for one of them. He still felt a bit silly about it. "And for the next part... can you trust me on this? The explanation is a bit long-winded. Just tilt your head all the way back and open your mouth as much as you can." Nervously, Cinna obliged, if only because he loved the idea of being ordered around by a hot rubber diver he'd been fantasizing about for weeks. As he closed his eyes and obeyed, Oliver dangled the tube over his breathing hole and began to slowly insert it. Straining a little, Cinna managed to separate his jaws just enough for the tube to slip through, bulb resting on his tongue. Confused, he opened his eyes, but continued to hold the position that was ordered of him. He felt Oliver do something with his respirator and heard a click as air started to flow through almost immediately. The assumption that this was all standard was proven wrong as he felt the tube start to inflate, bulb growing quickly in his mouth. Opening his eyes wide in surprise, he looked to Oliver in confusion, who simply shot him a sly look. The bulb had grown large enough to press his tongue to the floor of his mouth. Tugging at the rebreather, his heart leapt as he realized it wouldn't budge. He tried whipping his head around to look at his air tanks in vain, then back the otter again, hoping for some sort of elaboration. "Surprised? These are pretty different compared to the usual. The rebreather sorta... locks itself in there? With the bulb? For safety reasons. What, you actually didn't know?" Oliver shot Cinna a knowing look, which he didn't pick up on because he was too busy trying not to squirm in place, hoping he wasn't instinctively rubbing his legs together. He must have seemed anxious on the surface, but he was blushing furiously under his hood and he could feel his twitchy cock leaking. He'd always dreamed of being gagged, and to have that happen while in full scuba gear, done to him by Oliver... He was still trying not to assume the otter was interested in him like that, but it seemed more likely by the second. The horny part of him wanted to turn around, present his ass to the more experienced diver and let him have his way, and the rational part of him was running out of reasons to disagree. "I'll let you outta there when we come back up... that is, unless there's something you want to tell me now?" "Mmph-hh!" Cinna tried to make a noise indicating he didn't, but the gag in his mouth and his incredibly pent-up state transformed it into an undignified moan, which itself became a flustered whine as he realized how obvious his arousal must have been to Oliver. He didn't want to look down at it, but by this point he imagined his bulge was less of a bulge and more of a extremely noticeable imprint against his suit. Trying to salvage his dignity, he glanced to the side and shook his head. "Whatever you say." Oliver took his mask and pulled it over his head in one deft motion before taking his rebreather and locking it in place so quickly Cinna still couldn't tell how it worked. He made a muffled noise of his own, which somehow still maintained its confident tone despite the full gag in his mouth. Taking a playful bow, the otter gestured toward the water. Cinna awkwardly shuffled in place, but Oliver's body language made it clear he would wait for the dragon to enter first. Taking a deep breath from his respirator, he sat down on the edge of the dock and pushed himself into the sea. He had dreamed about this for years, but it didn't compare to the real deal whatsoever. Cinna didn't like to be cliche, but when the background noise of the surface was replaced entirely by the ambience of the ocean with only the occasional bubbling from his respirator to interrupt it, he'd truly felt like he'd entered another world. He had been baking in his wetsuit from the summer sun, and the cold water was a stark difference, but the rubber covering his skin dulled what might have been an unpleasant chill into a soothing coolness. The pressure of the water all around him made his suit feel tighter than it ever had, and he could feel it hug him with every movement he made, especially around the crotch region. The heavy tanks on his back added a weight to those movements that made it feel tighter still. Every breath he took almost felt unnatural being filtered through his respirator in a way that excited him, and the sounds of air entering his mouth and exiting as bubbles was both erotic and relaxing. He looked down at himself, his flippers gently bending as he moved his feet and his suit refracting light in ways he hadn't seen before. In the back of his mind he acknowledged it was a bit unnecessary to shine his suit beforehand. The rest of it was preoccupied with fully grasping how euphoric the experience was. Cinna let out a high-pitched, satisfied moan, cock straining hard under his suit as he slowly ran his hands down his chest and savored the sensation of rubber on rubber underwater. He was broken out of his reverie by another diver entering the water, hundreds of bubbles rising as he floated in place. Seeing Oliver underwater, Cinna immediately remembered why he had been so shy about the idea of diving with him. He imagined Oliver would be hot during a dive, but he wasn't expecting the underwater setting to make him look so dazzling. The light was hitting the otter in just the right spots to show off all of the features Cinna had been trying so hard to ignore and his face was hotter than ever despite the new setting. Oliver moved fluidly like he was used to all of the heavy gear on him (which he was) and it added something graceful to his usually casual demeanor. Now that he looked, the dragon could make out the faint outline of the otter's cock sheath that he had spent so much time daydreaming about. Cinna wondered if he was going to feel it inside him during the dive, squirming a bit at the way the thought made his cock twitch in his suit. The two naturally couldn't communicate anymore without body language, leading to them paying more attention to each other's movements - Cinna was shy about how obvious his arousal was, but hesitantly optimistic that Oliver would like what he saw. Oliver gestured vaguely forward with a gloved paw and began to swim. Cinna, almost forgetting he was here to do things that weren't looking at Oliver, quickly followed. Swimming felt wonderful in his tight suit and gear, and somehow the constricting feeling of it all made him feel both cozier and hornier. He was definitely starting to see why people spent so much money on this for non-sexual reasons, but as he tensed his hard cock under his wetsuit, he felt lucky to have such a niche fetish. He was starting to run out of ways to describe how nice he felt, how hot he must look, how content he was to swim after Oliver, propelling himself forward with his arms as he kicked his flippers rhythmically, feeling the water press against his body all over with every movement... lost in his thoughts once again, he collided with Oliver as the other diver stopped to turn around. Bumping into him, muffled noises escaped both their masks as they pulled each other into an accidental hug, and Cinna's bulge rubbed up against Oliver's crotch. Cinna let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan, obviously horny, and blushed furiously knowing he wouldn't be able to play it off. Detatching himself from the otter, he held his arms together shyly and turned his head away, glancing up at him to gauge his response. Oliver looked at him with his eyebrows slightly raised and eyes slightly narrowed in a way Cinna couldn't place, and beckoned toward him with a finger as he swam deeper into the water. Kicking forward, Cinna's eyes were fixed on Oliver as he tried to puzzle out what the other diver was thinking. He knew that they both knew that he was incredibly aroused at the moment, but he couldn't tell if the otter wanted to return that affection, or if he just thought he was cute, or if he was uninterested and just... chill about it? Or something? He could only tell that he seemed to be scanning his surroundings for something. Stopping as Oliver held out one hand and pointed downward with his other, he floated in place waiting for clarification as he glanced around curiously. He was caught off guard when Oliver took his hand, locking their rubber fingers together tight, and pulled him down. Cinna let himself be dragged to a flat rock some distance away and sat down when the other diver did the same, finding the smooth surface more comfortable than expected. He noticed that he hadn't let go of the gloved hand he was holding onto, but hesitated to release his grasp, loving the way it looked and felt in the other's grip. He was rewarded with a tight squeeze that might've made an audible squeak if they weren't underwater and tilted his head up to look at Oliver, who was staring into his eyes with a visage somewhere between affectionate and smug. Cinna blushed furiously, as usual, and almost yelped when he felt his thigh being grabbed. The dragon diver's own gaze flitted down to his torso, exhaling a stream of bubbles as his suit creased a bit beneath Oliver's fingers, before looking back up to see his companion's face turning the slightest shade of red below his visor. As his hand slowly moved up his thigh, Cinna parted his legs a bit in a way that seemed to make Oliver tense in anticipation for a moment before continuing slower this time, as though he was savoring it. Stopping just short of his thigh, Oliver looked into Cinna's eyes seriously and tilted his head, eagerly awaiting a response. Realizing his lustful daydreams might actually become reality, Cinna nodded as sharply as he could while fully submerged, quickly dipping his head down twice while maintaining eye contact with the otter. Oliver's expression immediately melted into one of horny desire, and Cinna could tell he was smirking around his gag under his mask as he slowly, deliberately squeezed the dragon's bulge. Cinna threw his head back and moaned around his gag, the sound muffled and distorted by the water. Oliver could hear it well enough to know what it conveyed, and squeezed his bulge again to his delight. Finally letting go of the pretense that he hadn't been horny way before he even got to the dock, he bucked into Oliver's grip and whined, keeping one hand locked around Oliver's as he pressed the other against the rock they were sitting on, shifting into a position that allowed him to fully present his bulge to the more dominant diver. He continued to loudly, shamelessly moan as he tried to keep his writhing to a minimum to let Oliver continue touching him uninterrupted. He would have worried about his respirator falling out with the thrashing of his head, but it was securely locked into his mask via his gag, pumping air down his throat with every quick, frenzied breath he took. He hungrily looked the otter up and down, letting himself get a close look at the hypnotizing features he'd been trying to ignore up until now. Oliver had moved right in front of Cinna at some point while teasing him, probably to get a better grip on the submissive dragon's bulge. His lips curled upward behind his mask as he locked eyes with the dragon yet again, giving him a closer view than he could've ever imagined having. His tight suit accentuated his toned body, and Cinna gulped needily as he realized how athletic the scuba diver feeling him up was. He was even more turned on by his legs, which were on full display as he stretched one out fully to the side of Cinna and bent the other one to rest his arm on his knee in a casual pose that made Cinna's heart race. Looking between them, he saw a hard bulge next to a covert sleeve he hadn't yet noticed, letting out yet another lustful whine as he thought about his own sheath. Oliver quickly picked up on this interest and let go of Cinna's hand and bulge, putting them on his own crotch instead. Adjusting his wetsuit, Oliver shifted his erect cock into his sheath, filling it out so perfectly that the suit looked like another part of his body. Taking advantage of the dragon's interest, his own bulge forgotten as he stared at the hard shaft in front of him with wide eyes, the otter grabbed Cinna's shoulders and pushed him back onto the rock, his air tanks lightly clanking against the hard surface as he felt his harness jostle a bit. Getting into his masked face, Oliver gave Cinna a close look at his favorite part of him: His confident, dominant eyes under his visor. Despite his dick tensing in its sheath and his gagged panting he looked completely in control, especially in contrast to the disheveled, wide eyed diver under him who was so pent up he was shivering. Cinna felt like he was being toyed with, like Oliver knew he could do whatever he wanted because the inexperienced diver would love it regardless, and he loved how helpless it made him feel. He thrusted his bulge at Oliver's cock in a futile attempt to frot with him, needing to get off but loving the agony of being pent up. The otter looked down at him similarly to how one might look at a pet, and Cinna loved the thought. Eyes lighting up as though he'd remembered something funny, Oliver held Cinna's torso and motioned for him to roll over. As Cinna immediately obeyed and laid flat on his stomach, Oliver pet his head affectionately and positioned both of his hands behind his back before holding his own open hands out, signaling for the dragon to stay where he was. Cinna would have wondered what he was waiting for, but he trusted Oliver, so he tried his best not to move despite how much he wanted to knead his bulge between both his gloved hands. Managing to behave for a few minutes, his desires won out and he started needily humping the rock he was laying on, arching his back as he imagined his sheath being used from behind. He got so distracted he didn't notice Oliver quietly swimming up behind him, and he jolted when he felt a hand grab his wrist. Hearing a faint click, he tried to turn around, but he wasn't used to the weight of the air tanks on his back and spent enough time struggling for Oliver to bend his leg back and handcuff it to his wrist with another faint click. He let out a muffled grunt as he tried pushing himself up with his free hand, but Oliver quickly took it and used another pair of handcuffs to fully hogtie the flustered diver. Playfully struggling in his restraints, Cinna squeaked as Oliver held him around the waist and pulled him to his feet, then kicked off the rock they had been sitting on while dragging the dragon up with him. Cinna tried to wriggle out of his handcuffs, imagining the slippery rubber covering every inch of him wouldn't be conductive to them staying on, but they were locked on as tightly as the rest of his gear. Needing to knead his bulge badly, he continued trying to break out, but it was useless as ever and Oliver sternly tightening his grip on the bound diver convinced him to knock it off. Grumbling as well as he could under a tight rubber hood and gag, he tensed his leaking dick against the surface of his suit to try and get some sort of pleasure, but immediately stopped moving as he felt his tail get pushed to the side. Whining in anticipation, he held his breath as Oliver held him close with one arm and gripped his ass with the other, spreading it a bit as he pushed his cock up against Cinna's tight, sheathed hole. Holding him by each of his restrained arms, Oliver slowly pushed his member inside of the scuba diver he'd spent the day teasing, earning an intensely needy moan in response. Contrary to the posts he made featuring his suit's sheath, Cinna wasn't used to taking anything up his ass and this was his first real experience. Regardless, the feeling of having his hole filled made his poor, neglected cock twitch and tense and he quickly decided bottoming was for him. His muffled moans reverberated inside of his own mask as Oliver started off slow, easing the dragon into having his length inside of him as he let own his own satisfied exhales. Each thrust made Cinna's cock twitch as it grazed the surface of his skintight wetsuit again and again, leaking as he rocked his hips against Oliver in an unsteady rhythm. Noticing his efforts to sync up with his thrusts, Oliver continued his slow pace until the two got it down, rewarding his bound dragon with patronizing but affectionate scritches under his neck to his flustered joy. Picking up in speed, he looked down at the dragon he was fucking, watching him toss his head back to moan every time he felt the rubber cock penetrate his needy hole. With every thrust into his ass, Cinna felt the suit hug him tighter as he shivered and bucked his hips, limbs locked uselessly behind him and gag denying him the privilege of speech. The flippers on his feet, the harness pressing against his chest, Oliver's strong hands holding him by the arms and refusing to let go... the water pressing against him all over made him feel everything so much more keenly. He knew he was completely helpless, entirely at the mercy of the rubber otter dominating him, and adored every second of it. He could imagine Oliver calling him his sub, his pet, his good toy... his breaths came out of his respirator in streams of bubbles as he yearned for the other scuba diver's member more and more, even as it came in and out of his hole faster with every passing second. Hearing Oliver's composure finally begin to break as his breaths grew ragged and desperate, Cinna tightened his ass and continued pushing his waist up against the diver's crotch. He whined in pleasure as he felt Oliver's hands wrap around his waist as tightly as they could without getting in the way of his air tanks or wings, and tried to stifle his noises for a moment in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen - He wanted to hear Oliver sound as horny as he felt, wanted to know that Oliver was as horny for him as he was for Oliver. He got his wish. Oliver moaned loudly as he started to climax, cock pulsing inside of the dragon's sheath. Roaring in ecstasy beneath his mask, he came in his suit, shoving his dick as far as he could into Cinna's hole hoping he could feel it. The submissive dragon recognized this, and the thought made him even more desperate to get off alongside the otter. Oliver continued to fuck him for a moment, riding out the orgasm as they both moaned in harmony. Satisfied, he sighed in contentment and lightly thrusted into Cinna's hole a few more times, getting all the stimulation he could out of him. Oliver let go of the dragon and swam around to face him, taking his masked face in his hands and giving him gentle pets and rubs as he cooed affectionately. Cinna immediately realized he was a big fan of this, and hummed happily as he made eye contact with Oliver and blushed at his proud expression. Seizing the opportunity, Cinna made the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes he could muster in an attempt to get the otter to do something about his neglected cock, which was somehow still pent up after the entire ordeal. Looking at him with a mixture of amusement and pity, Oliver released the dragon from his bonds at last, but didn't give him time to touch his bulge before taking his arm and dragging him to the surface, pairs of handcuffs in his other hand. Cinna almost tried to resist, but he'd just had intimate experience with how good Oliver was at manhandling him, so relented. Getting back to the dock after just a few minutes, used to swimming with his heavy gear at this point, he watched Oliver climb back onto land but hesitated to follow him. Oliver took his respirator and mask off with practiced ease, taking a deep breath of the open air he'd been deprived of while underwater. Noticing Cinna's hesitance, he bent over a bit with his hands on his knees to look down at the ever-shy diver. "Damn, you... you were great down there. You might not believe me, but I haven't fucked underwater very often. The way you felt, though... we're gonna have to make this a habit, alright?" Cinna let out a muffled noise of surprise - the experience he'd just had was so transcendent that he would have been satisfied to never do it again. The thought of doing it ever again, let alone consistently, made his heart soar and he would have started stammering if the gag in his mouth was any smaller. "I get why you don't wanna join me up here, though... worried someone's gonna see you, huh, little guy? Don't want anyone to see how rock-hard you are in that suit of yours, hmmm?" Cinna blushed and made an incoherently indignant noise, splashing a bit of water up at the otter with a flick of his hand. It didn't reach anywhere near him. "Ha, I get why you're so frustrated. Here's the deal: I walked here, and I was planning to have a friend pick me up around..." He wiped a suited hand on the side of his duffel bag before taking his phone out and gingerly turned it on. Cinna wondered how nobody had stolen it while they were preoccupied earlier. "Well, it should be in fifteen minutes, give or take. We actually had a bit of a bet going that you were gonna want to get handsy down there, and seeing as I've won thanks to you, he'd surely be okay with you tagging along and crashing at his place. He's another diver, you'll love him." "Mrrhh!!" "Nobody's around! Don't worry, if anybody sees us they're not gonna think twice about two divers walking away from a beach. That's usually where divers are." "Mhh-hhph!" "If someone sees your bulge, that's on them for looking! They'll probably like what they see. I know I did." Cinna looked away and blushed for a moment, before meeting Oliver's gaze again. "Mmphhhhhnnn..." "I could just drive your car there while you go with him! That is, if you're alright with it. I could see that being daunting, but you're pretty gutsy." ".........Mmph." "Oh, yeah, of course I have a towel in here! I won't get your seat wet, promise." Rolling his eyes, Cinna reached up. Oliver took his hand, running his thumb over it as he pulled the rubber dragon out of the water, finally ending his first dive.