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Quenched Thirst

The horse-dragon swallowed and glanced down at his phone screen, wanting to make sure that he was still on the correct route. This little expedition would bring him to a part of the city he hadn't yet been to, an apparently-pleasant residential area a bit of a ways off the highway. That's what the hyena had told him, at least: It's really nice out here. 'Outside' isn't what you'll be seeing a lot of, though. ;3

Hell - even the thought of their conversations still made him squirm and adjust his position, and then at the next red light, work a paw down into his pants to... adjust. Hard to say how all of this started, too - this horse-dragon was on one of his usual late-night porn binges, flipping through all of the new posts, leaving comments on the ones he liked... and then the following morning he remembered waking up to 1 new message from: Shekh, which read something along the lines of So I saw you liked my pics, huh? And it looks like we live pretty close. Mind showing me what you've got between those scaled legs of yours?

So, he did. A little shy at first, since it was his first time receiving and responding to a message like that, but the hyena had been more than encouraging, first with a God, what a sheath - wouldn't mind seeing how far I could dig my tongue into that, and then after he'd gotten him worked up with such talk, oh man, and you've got a foreskin underneath that, too? Think there's room in there for a hyena nose~?

And from there it became a semi-regular thing. This horse-dragon, Sun, would strip down and climb into bed, he'd get a little distracted with running his paw down between his legs, rubbing his wrist against his hanging sack, teasing his thumb into the slit of his sheath and underneath the foreskin beneath... and then he'd think, oh, Shekh would like this, and would take and send a picture or two. Of course he was always right, and on most occasions got the same thing in return: a picture or two.

But, there was that one time Shekh took a short video of him swirling his forefinger beneath his own foreskin, held up between his thumb and other fingers. Short, maybe fifteen seconds, but - God, if it didn't get Sun damn worked up. For the next three nights when pawing off, he almost solely fantasized about that being his own finger squeezed underneath the hyena's slick foreskin, or his tongue right there with lips pressed up against the ridged rim, feeling each of his little twitches and throbs, breathing nothing but the hyena's scent - and Shekh made sure to let him know that, as a hyena, he always carried a bit of a heavier musk than, say, the average fox or wolf.

His wouldn't be the first crotch that Sun had shoved his nose up into - by far, no. Also wouldn't be the first foreskin that he'd tongued, or first load he'd swallowed down... and as they got to know each other better and became more comfortable with various subjects, it turned out that the two of them shared more than a few interests and kinks. That was a big part of what led them to finally go about setting up today's little playdate, with Shekh's first messages this morning of alright, if we're serious about this, I live on the corner of Sherry and Tomson, and - you said you were free today, right? Well, it just so happens that today I'm planning to drink a lot of water...

That had been a point of conversation, too. A lot of their chats consisted mostly of Shekh teasing the poor horse-dragon, telling him all the things he'd do to him (oh, I'm gonna shove you down between my legs, stretch my foreskin out with a finger and thumb, rub the scent on your nose and lips so you can smell it even when it's buried in your throat) and what he'd make Sun do for him (you say you like giving oral, huh? Well, then, it's a good thing I like getting oral. Like I said before, gonna keep you down on your knees between mine, and have you first drain my balls and then my bladder, and have you keep that tongue of yours under my foreskin so I have a clear shot down your throat)... so Sun had asked, "will I get to return the favor?"

Of course, Shekh had replied, with a picture of a nice drop of pre rolling down over his half-covered head attached to the message. I like to imagine I'm a courteous host. It'd only be fair, right? I give you a damn thorough drink, and you bet I gotta give you the chance to relieve that once it goes through you. Besides - I don't know... there's just something about the thought of shoving my muzzle a good inch or so into your sheath, sliding my tongue under your foreskin, closing my lips on your cock, and letting you drain yourself right into my muzzle... and, then, the next message the horse-dragon received was one of the hyena's finish, a few good, thick spurts out over his lower belly.

Corner of Sherry and Tomson... Sun turned onto the former of these streets, keeping an eye out for the next sign. Hopefully this hookup wouldn't turn out like so many others the horse-dragon had had, where all of this expectation and excitement had been built up beforehand, only to then arrive at the place (or have the other guy arrive, whichever) and find those expectations to fall flat, due to nervousness or anxiousness or whatever. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen this time.

In fact, the hyena had told him exactly what the plan for today was once he arrived. Shekh had some project or something he had to work on, so he said he'd be in the house study, first door on the left down the hall coming out of the entry room; Sun was to knock twice and then come in, then make his way into that room and settle into place beneath the desk and between Shekh's legs, and get right to work. No time to waste.

Tomson Street. Sun took in a slow, steady breath, held it for a moment, and then breathed it out through his nose. This annoying throbbing excitement in the front of his pants certainly wouldn't go away, especially with him thinking back to their conversations and message history... now he watched the address numbers along the curb pass by one after another, until he found the one that Shekh had told him. Then, he slowed to a stop, took another breath, parked the car... and got out, making sure not to catch the tips of his wings on the rim of the door. He'd already done that more than enough times.

Warm day today as he walked up the path to the front door - almost uncomfortably so, especially considering that Sun had intentionally held off on drinking anything. Make sure you're nice and thirsty, Shekh had told him as a closer to the last message he sent. And - just like with everything else, just remembering that brought back that same stirring in the front of the hybrid's pants. Try as he might to steer his thoughts away, he found he could focus on nothing but how he'd soon be able to live those fantasies, and lift his nose up underneath Shekh's sand-furred sack, nuzzle against the underside of his cock, slip his tongue into his foreskin... Sun shoved his paws into his pockets to adjust one more time as he made his way up the few cement sidewalk stairs to the door, and once there, knocked - once, twice.

As he'd expected, no response... and as he'd also expected, the door was unlocked when he tried it. The air inside felt pleasantly cool in contrast to the day outside, and the house itself smelled faintly of... Sun lifted his nose and sniffed - faintly of fresh-washed sheets, and some kind of spice. Maybe the hyena had just finished cooking a meal or something. Sun's footsteps tapped gently on the tile floor of the entry room, to then become muted once he made his way into the carpeted hallway... and, sure enough, the first door on the left stood open, with the repetitive sound of keystrokes echoing out into the hall.

He tapped a claw against the threshold of the door, and Shekh's tall, triangular ears flicked back towards him - but the striped hyena didn't look his way, instead only half-scooting back and turning his chair a bit to the side. Guess that was gonna be the most of a welcome that he'd get. Just as when he'd stepped out of the car and made his way up to the door, Sun could still feel the gentle excitement pulsing within him, the strong heartbeats that thrummed in his chest as a result of both arousal as well as nervousness.

What if I don't like the way he smells, or his taste? What if - what if he's too rough, or I can't handle him, or it's not as fun as I thought it would be, or - or...

...turned out that Shekh was doing his project or whatever while totally naked. When coming into the room, Sun just thought that he had on shorts and a sleeveless shirt or something, seeing as how he could clearly see the swaying stripes along his upper arms, down near his ankles... and as he came closer, further up along his legs, the thighs that the horse-dragon had already seen so many times before. And there, settled on the edge of the chair... Shekh had one paw down between his legs, draped over his half-hard length with first two fingers on the rim of his foreskin, gradually sliding it back over his head and then rolling it forward, again and again.

This rhythm slowed somewhat once Sun knelt down in front of that chair, just taking in the sight in front of him... and, also, the scent, warm dry spice hovering up on the air and tickling at his nostrils. Shekh said nothing, and instead just spread his legs and moved a little bit closer to the edge of the chair - which resulted in that warm, smooth-fleshed head bumping against Sun's lips. As the hybrid settled into place right there, one of his legs bumped against an almost-empty two-liter bottle that the hyena had rested on the floor, with just enough water left in it to splash against the insides as it tumbled over.

Sun felt as though she would wait to be told to do anything, or at least shown that he should, but... Shekh still did nothing, both paws now back to typing on the keyboard on the desk in front of him. Guess he'd be content with his hookup doing his own thing, which - honestly - reassured Sun a little bit. That meant he could go his own speed, meant he could get used to everything before diving in too far... so, first, he closed the distance between his muzzle and the hyena's length, touching his nose up against the smooth skin of his shaft.

Honestly, it wasn't as sharp a scent as he'd expected, after everything Shekh had told him. Sure, it made his nose wrinkle a little bit, but beneath that natural, personal musk, the hybrid could easily pick up the more familiar cloying scent of an uncut cock, especially as he slid down towards Shekh's half-revealed head. Sun couldn't resist running his lips over the slightly-bumpy ridge of the rim of that foreskin, and then slide his tongue out to lift the hyena's head and bring that taste into his muzzle... yeah, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

He could feel Shekh slipping deeper into it, too, especially with the continued attention of his tongue and lips on and under that supple skin. Gentle throb, noticeable pulse through the hyena's length, slight tightening of that skin around Sun's tongue, curling its way underneath towards the hidden ridge of his head... the horse-dragon leaned in closer, bringing that cock further into his muzzle. He kept one paw at the base of Shekh's length, side of his fingers pressing into unkempt pubic fur, to keep him at the right angle for him to both dive down as well as swirl his tongue underneath that foreskin, careful not to put too much pressure into the contact. Sun knew from experience what that could feel like.

From up above him, he caught the first hint of noise from the hyena - and it was a tense gasp, quickly followed by another throb between Sun's lips. The tension of that foreskin tightening around his tongue, warm and slick and slightly musky... the twenty or thirty seconds he'd been down here between the hyena's legs had already been enough to work him up the rest of the way, so that Sun had to bring his paw up to keep that skin rolled forward over his tongue.

But, even then it wasn't enough; another throb forced it to roll back on its own, and Shekh raising his hips up as a result forced Sun to move onto something else. So, he lifted himself up a little bit and got back to swirling his tongue around the rim, paw sliding it forward and back, forward and back as he did so... already this was like so many conversations they'd had before, Shekh going into deep, deliberate detail about what Sun would do, about what he'd smell and taste and feel.

He'd been right about the body heat down here. Thigh on either side of his muzzle, full sack underneath his chin, hard cock twitching as he dove down onto it and then back up, again and again... the horse-dragon had to make sure not to come up too far, or risk bumping his head against the underside of the desk. And every time Shekh leaned forward, he couldn't tell whether it was to get better posture in his working, or to give himself a better angle to thrust upwards into Sun's maw.

Not that he minded, of course. The hybrid turned his head to the side a little bit as he dove down, paw tight around the hyena's cock and against his lips; with each descent, he made sure that he could feel Shekh's foreskin roll all the way back over his head and against Sun's tongue, and then every time he came back up, also made sure to feel the skin slide in the other direction.

After getting into a good, slow rhythm, he rubbed his other paw down between his own legs, no longer trying to hide his arousal. Shekh probably wouldn't mind if Sun opened his pants and brought himself out into the air, to relieve the pressure on himself for a little bit... and, besides, it gave him something to do with his other paw as he continued to bob on the hyena's cock, at one point lowering down to massage and rub his warm-furred sack.

Should have shoved his nose into that, too. This musk would be something that he'd have to take some time to get used to, but seeing how all of their conversations went, and how today's hookup at least appeared to be going... well, that probably wouldn't be worth worrying about. Sun moved back off of the hyena's cock to catch his breath and swallow down his taste and the slickness of his pre, and then took the opportunity to drag his nose up along his inner thigh right next to his sack and the base of that cock.

Then, the typing stopped - and next thing he knew, Shekh was grinding his cock down against the top of the horse-dragon's muzzle, wiping his saliva off on him as he slowly pawed himself in the same rhythm that Sun had left off with. The hybrid remained in place for a moment, breathing the hyena's unfamiliar scent and watching that sleek skin slide forward and back, forward and back over his glistening pink head... and then moved forward to close his lips around that head again, tongue setting right back to work along the rim as it slid back and forth.

"...God..." came a strained murmur from above him, muted by the desk between them. The hyena leaned over the desk with his other elbow against the surface, work totally forgotten as he pawed himself off into his guest's mouth, hips working against his rhythm so that the edge of his foreskin had to slip past his tight lips first, every time.

Throughout all his other hookups, Sun had come to be aware of that awkward stretch of time at the beginning of things, the getting-started as opposed to the getting-into-it... but with this hyena, he couldn't tell that there ever had been that first part. From when he'd first dove down onto Shekh's cock, from the first time he'd dug his tongue underneath his foreskin and dragged it over his warm flesh, the hyena had just pressed right back against him with equal eagerness and interest, and now he even took over the rhythm with a paw on the back of Sun's head and hips working against his muzzle, the movements causing his chair to lurch and squeak.

So the horse-dragon took the chance for himself, and settled both of his own paws between his legs to pleasure himself alongside the hyena's usage of his maw. Tip of his own cock already wet with leaked pre, easy to spread over his head and under his own foreskin. Because of his longer snout, Shekh wasn't quite long enough to press into the back of Sun's throat each time he thrust forward, but - still the hybrid squeezed him between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, swallowing down the salty pre, loving how he could feel the tension in his throbs, the urgency of his pleasure, his fast-approaching peak-

-perhaps a little faster than he'd expected. All of a sudden, Shekh's legs squeezed around Sun's arms, the hyena leaned even further over his desk, he braced his sharp-clawed toes against the floor, and then... spurt, spurt, spurt of thick, bittersweet cum out against the roof of the hybrid's mouth, forcefully shooting out one after another. Of course he did what he said he would, and swallowed down each rope of cum until Shekh had nothing more to give him than tired, satisfied drips of that same taste, rolling down along the underside of his length and pooling on Sun's tongue... and whenever he swirled it around to swallow down once more, the hyena twitched and tugged back a little bit.

But, right as the horse-dragon moved to wipe his mouth off and stand up:

"No, don't - don't you move just yet... that's only half of what you're here for, remember? All that waiting, all the pressure of-" One of those sharp claws came down and tapped his nose. "-your muzzle pushing down against my bladder... you didn't forget, did you?"

Sun swallowed one more time and, instead of giving a verbal response, pursed his lips right against the end of the hyena's slowly-softening cock, tongue in place to catch the last few drips of rich cum. It was a taste that would remain in his mouth for quite a while longer, so long as he had nothing else to cover it, but... knowing how today would go, and expecting what was certainly to come in the next few seconds, he wouldn't have to worry about that either.

Nervousness started to come back as he waited there, one paw around his own shaft, other gingerly against Shekh's to keep his head half-between his lips. This was a carpeted floor, which gave the horse-dragon no room to spill anything, and - again, what if he didn't like the taste? What if it was too strong for him, or too sour, or if he just didn't like it... sure, he'd enjoy the thought and memory later (as he always did), but it would take a lot of fun out of it right now if he... if he...

...tightening of the hyena's other paw on the armrest of the chair, slight adjustment of his posture, low exhalation of breath followed by a slow gasp, and then-

Sun actually jumped a little bit, startled by the stream suddenly pouring out onto the surface of his tongue. Intensely hot, salty as he'd expected, but nothing really unpleasant or heavy about it: maybe Shekh really had just repeatedly downed that two-liter of water. It started out slow, broken and drippy with the remnants of his orgasm and his still somewhat-hard cock, but once he really got into relieving himself... the horse-dragon closed his eyes and moved down a little bit, already having to swallow down that mouthful.

It was never as easy as he always expected it to be. No time to savor the taste, no time to think about how this nice uncut shaft between his lips pulsed gently as it sprayed out into his maw - there was just time to swallow down the hyena's fresh mark, catch his breath, swallow down the next mouthful, and repeat. That taste quickly overtook the hyena's natural musk and the flat flavor of his cum, but - that didn't bother Sun, of course. The sharp, rich spice of his piss actually worked him up more, made him lean in a little bit and quicken the pace of his paw along his own cock underneath the chair, all the while Shekh settled into his relief.

There was just something about it being so - effortless for the hyena to do this. Sun half-opened his eyes and looked up, over Shekh's smooth-furred belly, the sudden fluffiness of his mane coming down around his neck and shoulders, the relaxed expression on his muzzle with his broad pink tongue hanging partially out between sharp teeth... while the horse-dragon had to work to keep up, swallowing again and again, feeling his stomach start to fill up with that mark as he brought himself closer and closer to his own edge. Hell, even with how dutifully he drank the hyena's piss (as he'd said he would so many times before; if I'm at your place and you ever need to piss, just - shove me down between your legs, rest your cock on my tongue, and let go), he could still feel it drip down out of the corners of his mouth, splash against his legs beneath him, against the end of his cock as he pawed off... part of him almost wanted to stop swallowing just so he could feel that flow course down over his front, so he could wear that scent as well as taste it.

At first, he seemed like he wouldn't ever stop. Once the stream hit its full force, it maintained that speed, splashing against the back of Sun's throat and quickly filling his muzzle, submerging his tongue until he tilted his head back to swallow it. Shekh didn't at all seem to be worried about the horse-dragon spilling, since he remained leaned back with his mouth hanging open and eyes closed, hips partially lifted into his guest's muzzle... but, eventually once his stream did start weakening, he lifted up a little further, until Sun's nose pressed down into his pubic fur and he squeezed out the last few sprays right onto the back of his tongue, which he - of course - swallowed as they came.

All of his tongue-work and the hyena's emptying of his bladder left his foreskin too slick for Sun to take between his lips and tongue on, so - instead, he just worked at replacing that slickness with more saliva, the movements of his tongue becoming heavier and harder as he could feel his own peak approach and soon take over him. A few sharp pants of breath out into the hyena's fur gave sound to Sun's climax - apart from the repeated, semi-rhythmic sounds of his own spurts shooting up against the underside of the chair.

The paw on his head finally lightened his grip and instead turned to patting, the satisfied hyena above him shifting his position once more. "There you go," he said, and flicked that tongue over his lips. "I think that was a pretty damn good first hookup. Now - you planning to stay a while? I would offer you a drink, but, uh... you know how it is."

Sun swallowed. The taste of Shekh's piss, slight but definitely noticeable, lingered on every exhaled breath of his.

"I mean, I - I don't have anything I need to do today..."

"Good. So - what do you say we, I dunno... switch places, then? Once you feel the need to return the favor, of course."

Return the favor. Even though he'd just finished, the horse-dragon could feel those words send an excited shiver through his lower abdomen. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good."