Seafoam and Summer Kisses

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Lust Between Dragon Drakes

The ocean spray flew up around the sea dragons as they splashed in and out of the surf, the water off the Cornish coastline rough and choppy. It was not weather for tourists, but the dragons were residents there, two that knew that they belonged, that they were well and truly right where they needed to be. The ocean was their domain, the sea dragons long and lithe, snaking through the water like serpents, though the long tendrils curling from their snouts were reminiscent of kelp.

Coral and Tooth, their nicknames rather than their long, intricate dragon names, flowed in and out of one another, of the type of dragon that was long and slender, their legs more like fins, though they could walk on land, kept low and close to it with short legs when they did. Their tails were their rudders, stretched out like the tail of a Thresher shark, though thicker and more formidable, allowing them both agility and speed, fin in fin.

Their scales, however, were the most glorious of all, shimmering through shades of purple and blue and green and silver, like a school of fish of all different types flickering in and out of each other, over and over again. Coral was more of a reddish-purple hue under most lights than Tooth, though Tooth was larger, a darker colour that blended in better with the deep ocean. That was, after all, the way of their hunting, diving down deep and breathing through the gills in the sides of their necks, searching out squid. Oh, how they loved squid...

They did not have horns like land-loving and air-loving dragons, but frills that were soft and so very sensitive to the touch. Tooth dipped around Coral, nuzzling at those frills, his lips soft and dextrous, though they looked like just any other reptilian snout otherwise, with large, defined nostrils. They could, after all, manage to breathe above water and below it too, giving them the best of both worlds, even if the only flight that they would ever undertake would be below the surface of the ocean.

Down there, however, they could fly, the long fin rippling down the length of both their bodies, shimmering through shades, chasing currents, longing only for the wildness that they inhabited. And it was that wildness that breathed through Coral and Tooth too, the larger drake smirking faintly, lips quirking up on the one side.

"I've been wanting you..."

Oh, they could have done anything at all that they wanted in the arms of the ocean, dancing and weaving, dipping into an undulating forest of kept that was several metres high, though could never be pinned down by just how it waved back and forth. Tiny shells dotted the seafloor, homes for crabs and tiny fish, formed by the gentility of the ocean itself.

Coral murmured, the dragons conversing with one another in their own language, bubbles streaming from his lips and nostrils as he spoke.

"And I would say that you've been more than free to take everything at any time, darling..."

They were drakes, but the love between two drakes was a kind of love that could not be lusted for as well as with any other. The ocean was their playground, their hunting ground, where they studied and researched, yet the art of life was in their claws for the two of them to do exactly what they willed with it. There needed to be no limits or boundaries between them, much less when they knew one another so intimately. The drakes only needed to be with one another, to love one another, to take their break and their play with one another for the sweet simplicity that was all a relationship between drakes had to be.

Tooth wound around and around the purple-hued Coral, drawing him deeper, the fronds of kelp caressing them. Yet their excitement was shared as the drakes pressed up against one another. Their bodies had no externally held testis but that was no matter to them as their shafts slipped out, both a pale off-white in tone, the tips a little tapered so that they were more easily able to penetrate. Whereas their bodies had been designed for breeding females, those with the traditionally accessible reproductive organs for mating, they loved one another, their hearts rising, beating.

If there were other sea creatures, sharks and dolphins and fish - well, they could see the fish scattering - around, they would have been alerted to the frothing and churning of the water, the drakes twining around and around one another. They had to have one another, their cocks barely touching, but the pressure of scales did just as well for the two of them, with how soft and supple their bodies were when placed together in such a way. Everything was sensation, water swirling around them, churning it up, sand billowing where they disturbed it, swimming too close to the seafloor.

"Ohhhh..."

It was a game, for the two of them, Coral whimpering, submitting, though his eyes sparkled, knowing that pleasure would soon be his too. On his back, he stretched out his tail, floating softly, bearing down into the sand with the greater weight of his partner on top of him, pushing him down into the seabed. Yet it was all with his consent, twining his partner up in his tail just to show him that there was nothing in the world that he would have possibly liked more than what his lover was giving to him, right there and then.

The dragons came together lustfully, Tooth claiming his lover's muzzle with a kiss, though it was a different sort of kiss to the ones that they shared about the surface of the water. Water swirled around and between teeth, even under their tongues as they kissed, deeply and passionately, as if they were the only two beings in the whole world that could matter at all, for a single moment more.

It was all for them, always for them, forever and always. Coral shivered, moaning into his partner's mouth, lapping up against him, his tongue twisting, pulling ever so softly, as if he was trying to draw Tooth into an even deeper kiss. There was nothing more for them, however, only the passion of their bodies, tails tight around each other, though there was no question at all over which of them, at that moment, was in control.

Tooth took charge as if it came more than easily to him, something perfectly natural, as much so as hunting. Yet the art of lovemaking was something that needed to be honed and teased, thrusting and grinding, directing each push of his cock against his partner's scales. He didn't need to grind up directly against Coral's shaft, not quite yet, teasing him, letting his partner shudder, bringing him to that heated rise of pleasure that could only ripple forth like the tiniest of tentative waves lapping on the shoreline.

"Ohhh..."

Coral writhed and twisted - or, at least, he tried to. It was not as easy as all that, not to get what he wanted, what had his gills fluttering, breathing even while he accidentally released held air from his stomach. He could swallow it down to make himself lighter, though he was heavier than ever when he let it go in streams of bubbles, larger and larger ones bursting from his lips.

He grunted, twisting, succeeding, with his greater leverage, in thrusting up against his partner's belly, cock sliding triumphantly over his scales. Tooth rumbled a growl, but had Coral's neck lovingly held between his jaws a moment later, teeth digging in ever so lightly. It was a warning, but a playful one, for he did not truly need to keep Coral in place, covering his body with a larger, more dominant one. The fin-like limbs of his hind legs tucked around Coral's, keeping him in place, right where he belonged even as he was forced down, quivering, Tooth's cock teasing down.

For there was only one place for it to go and that was the tightness of Coral's anal ring, the tight bud of it hardly visible. It was tucked just behind his shaft, contained within the same protective slit that held his cock when it was not in use, though all in such a way that the parts were kept defined and separate. He was always clean, not that that was going to worry anyone, and his partner hooked the very tip of his cock into the soft entrance, dipping inside, taking what was so very sweetly offered to him.

His cock was hard enough to press in but soft enough that it was easy for Coral to take, his backside straining around it, more and more. The smaller dragon squirmed, his long form shuddering all the way down the length of him, but he wasn't trying to get away, only to bear through the delicious stretch as he was filled. That entrance to his body was never supposed to take something in that direction, not even the once, but it must have been meant to happen when there were so many sensitive nerve endings down there, what made it feel so good.

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