Quite the Predicament (Nidhogg/Bahamut Gift)
Those of you who've read my stuff for a while are probably familiar with how inspiration seems to smack me about willy-nilly, as though sending hammers to my head from corners unknown. This tantalizing teaser of a work is a product of one such moment. Inspired by the collaborative works of Nidhogg (ragnarokdragon on FA) and BeastlyBahamut, neither of which I believe have posted here on YS (though with their permissions), this piece is designed to introduce (though not much more) in textual form the concept of the romance seeming to so intriguingly develop between their two, muscular dragon characters. What's not to like?
     Nidhogg had a problem.
     It was a problem in a problem, really. It made it hard to solve, and doubly frustrating.
     As a muscular red dragon with a suave panache and a dominating bent towards more intimate relationships, he was used to being the one calling the shots, used to being the one being drooled on, used to being the one whose name was moaned in the night as the bedposts (or the room!) protested with shared movements.
     The problem was that something was happening that was changing all that. There was this other dragon--bigger, beefier, and yes, dominant, but in a more subtle way--that had caught his eye, and it was making him feel like a subby little twink.
     Okay, scratch that. Not quite a subby little twink. He would never be quite that needy or frail, not by a long shot. But by his usual standards, he was definitely bending over backwards for the guy in a way he'd begun to realize was pretty darn similar to what the little bottoms he reamed would do for him.
     That was the overarching problem, but nestled within it was the second problem: this other dragon, this blue hunk of draconic glory, was one he definitely didn't want to distance himself from. The guy was sweet in his own kind of way, definitely a hunk, and, for a change, a guy well-equipped enough (in more ways than one) to give ol' Nid a run for his money. These were all things that were ludicrously hard to come by--so why would he want to let them go, when they came all wrapped up in such an appealing package?
     This bigger blue guy, whose name was Bahamut (often just called "Homit" by a lot of his friends, Nid included), was thus something that made Nid do things he didn't usually want to do, but at the same time, was totally something he'd be ill-advised to avoid. Quite a pickle, that.
     Sometimes the conundrum left Nid a little moody, a little huffy, but it couldn't last--when Homit eventually got around him (and that -always- happened), the dragon's warm demeanor always won him over...he couldn't stay irritated or frustrated with the bigger dragon for long. It just didn't work out that way.
     And since the two were both virile males with potent libidos to match, it wasn't uncommon that things went beyond that, either. Homit, being a weredragon, would sometimes present a human form of himself, then pop into dragon form when the occasion suited it, causing massive rippage of his clothes. The result was generally a mostly-naked, totally muscular dragon, and the sight was more than enough to turn Nid on, on most occasions. Homit usually ended up more than a little hot and bothered with the fruits of his own strength, too...and things rather often got even more steamy, after that.
     It wasn't typical, before meeting Homit, that Nid would go after the balls and cock of another male willingly, let alone hungrily. He was known to rim occasionally, but that was in part to prep the recipient for Nid's -other- fleshy appendages. Usually, if his tongue was on another guy's shaft, there was some kind of dominance involved.
     Homit was the exception to the rule. Sometimes that nonchalant blue guy would just recline somewhere, his groin nicely presented, and Nid found it -so- hard to resist at least getting his hands on those endowments...after that, his tongue usually wasn't far behind. And who could blame him, with the plentiful and tasty pre Homit was ever so glad to provide in return?
     The same was true for full-on rutting: Nid was--in other circumstances--usually the one on top, and the positions were focused on him putting lots of power and control into the encounter. Exceptions might be made for particularly close friends or to compensate for size or scale differences, but even then he was usually the pitcher in this ball game.
     Bending over for Homit, though, seemed to come naturally from where their hands would go, how their bodies would come together--somehow he found himself savoring the feeling of being the recipient for a change, but that wasn't the case for most people...again, Homit was the grand exception. And it wasn't like Homit would dominate Nid like Nid might dominate others, most of the time, either...surprisingly often, the positions would be along the lines of what many would call "lovemaking"--slow and sensuous, lots of body contact to bring their muscles together, heavy breathing and drawn-out, unhurried pleasure and passion that brought orgasm like a cresting relief to built-up heat, rather than a sudden cataclysm brought upon in the furious coital encounter.
     And damn it if that Homit couldn't talk to him like such a sweetie, his words kind and measured, less plentiful and more potent, somehow seeming to have the right word for so very many occasions. He wasn't one for super-big words or drawn-out speeches--a short piece would be more than enough to convey what he wanted to say with depth and feeling.
     So many mornings Nid woke up in that big, fluffy bed, stark naked and snuggled up to the larger blue form like his life depended on the other dragon, and even when he slept in too late for it, he couldn't make himself quit. There was just something there he couldn't resist, and the harder he tried to stop, the more his self-control seemed to foil him whenever an occasion arose.
     Blast, such a problem...but was it one worth solving?
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