The best way to cool off
This is a story commission that I have written for a friend of mine
Description: The intrepid baker Rel sets off to a fair with Gavin to partner up in smashing the competition with their inventive wares. But what if their team can do so much better with the help of a third friend whose specialty happens to take advantage of the midday sun about to bake everyone there?
***The best way to cool off***
"Here you go," Rel passed the payment, along with a hefty tip, to the driver who took him to the location of the Midsummer fair hosted in Zelennan, of all cities. "Thanks for taking me."
"Anytime," the quilava driver said, his awkward, little paws requiring those special, elevated pedals necessary for his short legs to work them.
The light of dawn barely showed on the horizon, the cozy and narrow streets of the city pleasantly empty. In a few hours, crowds of pokemon and humans alike would flood them on the way to the main boulevard to savor the fair, more than likely stopping in the central square where Gavin had already erected his tent. His coffee-addled brain wasted not one second in normal, casual mode, the beverages he kept chugging keeping him locked in that permanent overdrive state of his where opportunities lined up at every turn, ripe for the taking.
How could such levels of attractive energy not succeed in parting Rel from the still dozing Vex and join his dragon companion in this mutually beneficial partnership? Sure that they wouldn't sell together for more than a few hours until the blazing heat forced Rel into their tent for the best part of the visit, but quality over quantity, right?
Look at those far too obvious scammers, thinking they can swindle the whole city. Is that Dragonite as dense as he looks to pay that huge a such for that trifle? Are those humans tipping the Perrserker and his gang out of personal initiative or is it a political thing?
Those were just a few of the hundreds of venom-coated questions Vex kept Rel on his toes with while walking on the same winding cobbles leading to the central square. Different event, different people, a far cooler and more enjoyable time. But not even the peaceful snowfall quelled Vex' dislike for large gatherings, nor had it tempered his disdain for those who made the best with advertising their wares. Sometimes, you needed a bit of exaggeration to push those numbers up, so why not revel in the thrill of it?
Fun tax, Rel called it, and now, he'd be on the boring end of it, more interested in spreading out the name of his bakery than racking up the profits. Yet even these perks fell second to the main point of interest, Gavin. Vendors needed a break themselves, the perfect window for Rel to get his lips on that succulent glans and get a mouthful of that thick, savory, hard to swallow specialty. Who knows? Should this ambition of Gavin skyrocket, maybe the dragon would celebrate things with Rel back at the hotel by taking things to the next level. Condoms, lube, his omnipresent charm--Rel came well prepared for every twist and turn.
Or well....almost. Once the alley Rel walked on opened into the central square, a sea of already tall, colorful, fluttering tents greeted him, swarmed by all kinds of quirky partnerships. The quiet nature of his town became all too apparent when faced with that impressive level of commitment from the humans partnered up to the less mobile pokemon, even going as far as working alongside the snake-like types who used their tail in the most curious and creative ways.
Of all the tents he spotted, none stood as grand and corny like Gavin's thematic, castle-shaped establishment of thick, pleasantly erect walls. Whatever was it made of? It definitely looked sturdier than most other tents, supported with a frame that Rel couldn't distinguish from the outside.
"Oy," Gavin handed Rel a cup, the persistence of his lilac gaze freezing him on the spot, demanding that he gulped it all down in one go. How barbaric.
"Good," he took the empty cup back, grinning under his fluffy, well-groomed for the big event mustache. "I'll give you the second dose of caramel-flavored goodness in five minutes. It's not a pleasure drink, it's a prescription."
"Yeah, I get ya, just remove this bigger-than-life arm out of my way so I can jump right into being a pleasant, productive partner."
"Mrrm!" The dragon growled in ecstatic approval, his version of the most succinct pep talk ever.
While Gavin continued to set up his stall and background wares--all of them coffee blend packets lined up for a taste in the beverages he sold--Rel pushed aside the flap-like door of the castle to enter the belly of the beast. Most of the stuff, arranged in far neater ways than he could ever manage on his own, looked familiar enough, aside from three curious extras.
Since when did Gavin need mobile refrigeration units, tall enough to reach Rel's belly? A quick peek inside revealed round ice cream containers marked with the name of the flavor they held. And there were many! Far too many for Gavin to just branch off!
Interesting. Double so for the already assembled ice cream vending stall that just needed to be wheeled out. Rel rounded it, taking in its fancy, expensive look, the stylish font used on the hyacinth-colored background of the cards naming the specific mixes. They all came in verbose pairs, such as flavorful figs, pleasant pineapple, outstanding orange. Some of the mixes were so weird, they sounded interesting, such as apple and mint.
Then, he heard it. The voice of the intruder, no doubt, sharper, less grave, and far more playful compared to Gavin's imposing tone. A head followed, peeking through the flap of the tent. Then, two great wings, regal even when attached to the newcomer's lean torso, built for agility.
Who was this guy? Better yet, where was he from? He looked nothing like a pokemon, neither did he share much in the way of resemblance with Gavin, the closest dragon Rel could compare him with.
"Those are umm....those are mine," he pointed his angular snout at them, gaze fleeting, wings stiff and timid.
"I figured that," Rel straightened his shoulders, slipping his hands into the pockets of his shorts. Baggy to ensure maximum coolness, they made up in comfort what they greatly lacked in aesthetics. "So you're the third guy Gavin conveniently mentioned nothing on?"
"Yep, I'm Velkhor, and you already peeked into my craft, so that's one ruined surprise."
"Right. As if the crown of natural spikes you boast isn't indicative enough." Rel tried to sound as cool and confident as he could manage, but this dragon had that specific air about him. The cool, mysterious allure drawing you in, making you want to do great and terrible things with.
Or wait. That might just have been because he wore no T-shirt. Like, not even a tank top. He at least tried to fit on those looser jeans that tended to pile around Vex' ankles, as if he was one of those hobos who always bought the next size for good measure.
"You're just gonna sell topless? That's a bad idea," Rel clicked his tongue.
"Mmm? Why so?" Velkhor wound around one of the freezers, running a provocative finger along its surface.
Rel sighed in a pompous, exaggerated way. "Because everyone's gonna look there, instead of there!"
"At my crotch you mean?" The new dragon immediately took advantage of Rel's finger positioning. "Kinda early in the morning to sound so confident about nocturnal activities."
Left with no choice but to play it equally cool, Rel shrugged that off as nonchalantly as he dismissed Vex. "Don't have to be nocturnal. I'm a spontaneous guy myself."
"Hmm, it took me a single minute to figure that out. And here I thought I'm a good judge of character," Velkhor said, making his way to Rel in that winding, zig-zaggy, sly way where he pretended to divert his attention to other insignificant details.
"Depends," Rel's arms folded over his chest. "What's my favorite ice cream?"
"Blueberry flavored?" He undoubtedly alluded to his own cone that Rel absolutely wanted to get his lips on later.
"Ah, dude, first try! Relentless! Then again, dragons are said to be superior in many regards."
"Size, for once?" Velkhor's chuckle was as fascinating as the swirling coolness exuding from his every part of his body, wings included.
"Depends which size we're talking about," Rel winked, quickly grabbing Velkhor's hand to give him no option to back down from their handshake.
It took a bit of self-control not to flinch upon contact with his chilling yet not overly unpleasant touch, the plans on how to fend off the noon heat using Velkhor's help already taking root in his head.
"Confident shake. I like that. Hints at a brilliant partnership."
"I already got a mate to sell with," Rel almost said, but cut himself short just in the nick of time. As Velkhor favored him one more polite smile before going over to his stall and roll it out of the tent, the obstagoon's sack tightened with that knowing need. The tingle was never wrong, and as he watched Velkhor's supple rump and long, elegant tail disappear beyond the tent's flap, Rel's shaft acquired prominence. Not enough to stiffen, mind you, but simply to bespeak of a brilliant partnership indeed.
"Whew....he's beyond cool," Rel giggled like an infatuated schoolboy, going over to his unattended, complete and utter mess of a soon to be stall. Good thing he let Gavin talk him into going for the compact, mobile version with sides that could fold and unfold for extra room. That made the assembly process much less tedious, for he only had to put the right trays in the slots located in its belly to have his stock of pastries close at hand and warmed by that delectable, included feature.
While he worked on setting things up, Rel obsessed over Velkhor in his head. Those wings looked both heavy and lithe, embellished with a texture similar to crystals folding into one another. Oh, he'd get his hands on one of those for sure, if only to find out what they were made of! The crown of his head looked even more fascinating, with graceful eye ridges leading into the indigo-hued spikes of varying sizes reaching upward over the back of his head. Two select, symmetrical formations curled down from his cheeks, just below the eye, like silver-webbed icicles, further adding to the frostlands theme.
For all his grace, Velkhor did possess the more distinguishable male features, like a strong chest and prominent pecs shielded by smooth, paler plates. Thicker, stubbier spikes lined his shoulders and darker colored elbows, where the lilac hues of his arms bled into the cooler indigo that extended over the back of his hands. His hips had those similar nub-like formations, as did the base of his tail, continuing the idea of an exotic dragon of unparalleled majesty.
"Hey."
Rel started at the sound of that harmonious voice, a unique blend of cockiness and obvious interest in him. "What's up?"
"I've been thinking. Ice cream pancakes? Ice cream waffles? Croissants, even?"
"Shush. Go pester Gavin. The only available croissant already comes with its own cream," Rel grabbed himself, trying to sound as irritated as possible with the daunting work ahead. Strangers liked hitting on the boys that played hard to get, and Velkhor struck him as the type who enjoyed playing games on the hard difficulty.
"Ohkay..." his puzzled head retreated, bereft of his earlier verve.
Oops. Wrong call. Then again, he did propose some truly ridiculous things. Ice cream croissants? As in, topped with ice cream? Or stuffed with it? Ridiculous!
Besides, him and Gavin already had the division of labor set. Inserting another team player, no matter how sexy, might upset the balance, not to mention the absolute perversion of the baked treats Rel spent an entire night baking for this grand day.
"Oy, Velkdude," Rel relented against his better judgment, unable to last even a full minute of fretting without interrupting the hushed gossip of the two dragons.
"Yeeees?" His sleek form slipped back into the tent, golden eyes staring the obstagoon down. "Your cream's not good enough compared to my twenty-two different flavors?"
"Said he without even trying it out," the obstagoon took his earlier mishap and tossed it right back at Velkhor in a much more attractive format. "I'm all about the vanilla flavor, meaning that my collabs are more about enhancing than diversifying. In order to--"
"Go on," Velkhor urged him on despite his approaching bare-chested form. Rel stepped to the left to make enough room for him, the chilling aura he emanated brushing over arm tufts of fur even from six feet away. "Not gonna accidentally swat you with a wing. I'm not Gavin."
"For sure you aren't. He usually asks for a permission or two. He's classy like that."
"Too bothersome. I'd rather just make up for it if my methods bother someone."
It was only now that he started to help Rel that the obstagoon noticed the quite significant difference in size between the two of them. Before, he was too taken with his expressive eyes and smoochable snout for it to really hit him, but his head kinda reached his pecs if he strained to lift himself on his toes. Otherwise, he had to settle for the stomach, which given the vague outline of his muscular, athletic layout, wasn't too bad of a position either.
"Huh. You're freakishly good at this."
"I'm a dragon of quite a number of talents," Velkhor said after he slipped the final tray into place, already heading over to Rel's several baskets of baked goodness. "Perhaps you'll discover a few of them during our time together."
"Likewise. Nuh-uh. Leave those. The flat cakes, waffles and croissants as well. I'll start the morning with pies, tarts, cookies and cakes. Then in the afternoon, we'll try out a few of those crazy combinations."
He might not have outright showed it, but Velkhor's shoulders stood a bit straighter, his head higher. Rel could swear he caught a furtive glimpse of a sly smile, but with those long, dragon muzzles, you could never tell.
"Oy, lovebirds," Gavin's bulky form barely fit through the tent's entrance, wings catching onto the sides. "Bloody thing..." he muttered in annoyance, flapping them a few times to unhook the claws catching onto the edges.
"Got incoming. Thought I'd let you know so you don't lose that bet too bad Rel."
Oh, he would lose, and quite badly at that unless Velkhor saved the day. Rel brought his usual, relaxed attire, certain that eyes would be on his pastry offering and not on him, while Gavin approached things from a different angle. He had the coolest of T-shirts wearing his brand, along with the sexy tag of #1 hipster dad. If that wasn't enough, the whacko had actual shelves set up for his tail, the bloody thing so mobile, so accurate in picking the right size cups, that it fulfilled the role of an aide.
"Hmpf, you and your sweet looks. I'm not taking pity on you Rel."
"Mrrh, as if I have need of that. It's just...I think you're brilliant."
Gavin immediately turned away, never fully able to handle a compliment without those imposing cheeks acquiring the most lovable of blushes. Emboldened by the dragon's commitment and initiative, Rel used his spur of enthusiasm to stack his initial wave of offers up. Velkhor lent him a hand as well to help with the organizing, withholding any comment related to Rel's business. Rare, to find such smooth individual.
"What about you and your..." Rel's train of thought derailed upon seeing Velkhor wearing a freaking sweater, of all things. In the middle of summer!
"Those morning folks aren't ready for Swirlin' Seliana, so I'll just observe and critique the soul out of you in between the wave of clients."
He already had something hovering on the tip of his tongue, but it remained there for the time being as Rel handed Gavin two full trays of donuts, powdered and glazed, to go with his coffee.
"Sale hasn't even started and you're already raising your tail for the big daddy?"
"That's why I'm glad we're partners," Rel said, sharing a knowing, provocative glance with the dragon on the way to his own station. With everything in place, his playfulness died down a tad, shifting from his casual demeanor to the more articulate, enthusiastic, full of pep baker clients liked to see. Gavin had a different style, relying less on recommending his wares to the buyers and instead tugging on their tongue to find out what they wanted by teasing them with attractive details.
That worked so well for him that Rel adopted the same strategy not even half an hour later.
"How's it looking over at yours? Made a dent in the stock?"
It was good manners to wait for Gavin to reply, but a quick look revealed the pristine state of his salesmanship. More than half of his merchandise was already gone, courtesy the people's love for cool, stylized gear with a dragon theme. Even better when an actual dragon peddled those wares, backed up by a warm look, energetic personality and a striking physique. His coffee blends sold just as well, but the best had to be the combo of pastry plus coffee.
Rel liked to sell things at face value. If somebody wanted something, then Rel sold it to them. Gavin, however, organized his hot coffee types according to the pastries that best fit them, aware that some flavors worked better together. That enabled him to go through more than half of Rel's stock the obstagoon lifting a finger to help the logistics. Hecking brilliant!
"Finally, my favorite time," Rel snatched whatever looked good on his stall, accepted Gavin's recommended choice of coffee, and took a gulp to mix it in a divine blend.
Velkhor, the third wheel on the cart, didn't even mind the two working bees, playing games on his mobile console. So fully immersed was he, that a simple touch of Rel's on his shoulder caused him to flinch.
"Never sneak upon a dragon."
"He hardly snuck around. If I pull my sausage out and greet your lips with it, you wouldn't even notice," Gavin's rumbling laughter never failed to entrance Rel with its deep, attractive tones.
"Finally, everyone will see you for the pervert you are for a brief glimpse before they take you away for public indecency."
Velkhor set aside his console, grabbing himself some coffee and a snack by following Rel's finger to help with his selection.
"Mmm," he gasped, head shooting back in disbelief. "How did you get them to be so fluffy?"
Rel shrugged, narrowing his eyes in that teasing way of his. "Get on my good side, and I may consider sharing the secret."
"I'd rather see the wrong side," Gavin wolfed down the last bit of croissant, wiping his mouth quickly to enhance his cheerful smile.
The sale went on, although at a greatly reduced pace. That allowed Rel to spy on how the other stalls fared. Surprisingly, not many food vendors set up at the periphery of the fair. Rel and Gavin both agreed that taking one of the main streets leading into the city square would be best for their particular offer, for nobody who arrived early had it in them to savor the shows and the displays while groggy and on a rumbling stomach.
It was the cutest thing to see the littler, less able pokemon manage to still capture the public's interest. Short, bulky, some even without limbs in the case of serpents, they all managed to put their hands, wings and tails to proper use, making Rel feel quite grateful that he had it so easy. Then again, baking with that much fluff on him could be considered a design impediment...
Closer to midday, the activity died down for the artistic crafts, trinkets, fashion and clothes stalls. With the heat of midsummer bearing down upon them, Velkhor had only one thing to say.
"Yaaaay, Reyn time!"
"More like Velkhor time," Rel shared a puzzled look with Gavin, not quite catching what was undoubtedly a reference to the game Velkhor played.
The dude was a storm of movement, hurrying to get everything into place, organized in that strict fashion of his. Since everything came packed to fit as much ice cream as possible, Velkhor had to add the toppings and designs manually, which he did in ways that astounded Rel and even garnered an impressed grunt from Gavin.
"Yeah," Velkhor turned Rel's hot cocoa into a chilled beverage with just a tap of his claw against his mug. "I have the power."
The power to outsell them all for sure. Gavin immediately called him over to make use of his abilities, trying his best to remain relevant when everyone crowded Rel and Velkhor's side. With so little time to prepare, the duo scrambled to prepare everything while also dealing with orders, putting ice cream on almost everything.
It didn't matter that Rel's baked goods started to lose their identity somewhat. Having kids point and rush over to his stall was inebriating, as was selling alongside Velkhor who was far better with the young ones than him.
"Seems like you have everything in the palm of your hand," Rel said, running through a few brief instructions on what to sell, should the clients not want ice cream to go with their pastries. "Thanks for agreeing to take over."
"I didn't even--" Velkhor abandoned that idea in favor of dealing with an approaching family, much to the combined amusement of his two peers.
"Go," Gavin sent Rel reeling forward with a slap of his burly hand. "And don't fall asleep. That's what the hotel room I got for us is for."
Hotel. Right. Whatever. Once inside, Rel dragged the only available fan in front on the only available bench and sprawled atop it. His moment of relaxation only lasted a minute, for that was how long it took him to remove his shirt. Two minutes of blissful coolness later, his pants followed, and so did his boxers. It wasn't a nudist thing, nor a lewd act for the sake of perversion. With the other two scrambling to keep up in his absence, the obstagoon wanted to cool off in the most thorough way possible given the available equipment.
"Take that, you lousy fan," Rel mumbled, aiming his crotch at the flow of cool air. That felt absolutely divine to his drooping, overheated balls and previously crammed, sweltering member.
"Ahhhhhh, that's iiiit," a wide grin spread over the obstagoon's panting muzzle. With the heat slowly evaporating from within the natural gray vest flanking his torso, he felt bold enough to reach down there and fondle himself for the fun of it.
Vex just had him the other day while splayed on his back, tongue curled over his throat, arms spread to the sides in utter surrender for the cock that ploughed his lubricated hole at a fast, hard pace. That one almost gave him sunstroke with how hot it was, and back then, he didn't have Velkhor to help out.
Velkhor. Now that was a nice imagery worthy of pleasuring himself to. The deep, shuddering breath he took served to stir the crave in his balls, blood already pumping into his shaft to rouse it to the possibilities at hand.
"I wonder how you look down there, under the tail, mmmmm," Rel whispered to himself, always finding words strangely effective at heightening his arousal. Without lube close at hand, Rel started at the balls, cupping, groping and swirling them in his palm, relishing the little build-up it provided. Then, he moved over to the base of his shaft, cradling his engorged malehood, pumping his wrist back and forth without getting to the head yet.
What a fleshy, pleasant looking pucker Velkhor must've had. Without much in the way of references to go by, Rel pictured it a fainter pink similar to his arm plates, tight and unrelenting in the way it might've squeezed his intruding finger to probe for sensitivity.
No. Too fast.
He'd have to lubricate it first. To inch his muzzle closer to that dainty, shuddering, wrinkled flesh, to breathe in its soft, invigorating musk that hardened into a thicker miasma the closer he got to it. Velkhor always had a faint, fresh smell, and down there, his scent likely borrowed from that, maintaining just the right amount of manliness to harden Rel's rod into reinforced steel.
"Ohhh man," Rel's thumb bumped against his fully inflated glans, grinding his teeth at how enjoyable it felt to pull back on his fully erect cock before returning to the top yet again. In his journey of discovery, he first bumped his nose against the male's vulnerable flesh, smearing it with a dose of cold wetness found on his nose, something a glacial creature like him wouldn't mind one bit. But then...then, his warm, slobbering tongue would follow, hot against the frigid expanse of stiff, puckered flesh. He imagined Velkhor tripping and falling onto his fours from the sheer shock of that, falling into a ripe mounting position, ready for the taking.
"That's a terrible way to cool yourself off."
Rel's fantasy immediately vanished from his head. The obstagoon rolled too hard to the side, falling flat on his ribs, his seed almost shooting from his rock-hard malehood from the sheer shock of both fall and shameful discovery.
"I'm...I thought you...I figured I'd..."
Damn. Did he just stutter? That was Vex' thing at peak sobriety! Never his!
"Mmmm," Velkhor hummed, the sound softer, more pleasant compared to Gavin's rougher, guttural version. "I can see the benefit of shedding those pesky shorts. But jerking yourself in this heat? Would you even finish?"
Though he had no reason to, Velkhor patted the spot on the bench next to him, inviting the bumbling obstagoon to join him, flailing erection and all.
"This is...awkward," Rel shut his legs around his cock once it deflated enough, completely unable to even share a glance with his companion. "What about the ice cream? Finished it already?"
Velkhor nodded that big, regal head of his. "Gavin figured I'd help speed up the cooling process. If I can do it for your pastries, why not extend you the same courtesy?"
"So like...a quick, innocent hug?"
Gosh, even his faint laughter was intoxicating, more so than his alluring scent or radiating coolness that practically lured Rel to trudge closer to him.
"I don't mind less innocent."
It took Rel a few timid attempts to finally meet Velkhor's eyes, finding them as warm as they were inviting. He made no move, sketched no intention to make things easy for Rel, curious as to what he'd do next.
Fine then. Better get it on with.
His naked legs kept at bay, Rel twisted his torso and leaned against Velkhor's bigger body. A shoulder at first; then, his arms, one reaching for a shoulder, the other sneaking its way around his waist.
"Wow, you're so...cool..." Rel idly mouthed, his cheek pressed against the toughened plates protecting his left pec.
"Is every part of you....?"
"Mhhhm," Velkhor's purr-like rumble guided Rel closer to his throat, if only to feel those nifty vibrations. "Does that disturb you?"
Rel cuddled closer to him, touching one of his legs against his. "Should it?"
Velkhor hesitated a little, knees meeting in that all too classical version where the horny boy slammed his legs shut, terrified of openly admitting his attraction--or his lusts--with their partner.
"It absolutely freaking doesn't," the obstagoon crooned, fingers crawling their way to his neck, claws gently scratching at his scales. "I'm quite ready to gulp down some ice cream too. Got a great hunger after all that mayhem."
He definitely caught the reference, but for some odd reason, Velkhor looked away towards the tent's exit, clearly uncomfortable with a secret he deigned Rel not fit to hear.
"But that's a final resort kind of thing. I first want to give you a shot."
"Heh," Velkhor chuckled, uneasy with this sudden burst of lavish attention. "Surprise me. But without relying too much on your dick."
"Which dick?" Rel reached for his discarded boxers to throw over his lap, wearing a devious smirk. "I don't see anything vulgar here."
That put some fun into the overly stiff dragon. Rel noticed his wings loosening visibly, unfurling in a more comfortable position. His shoulders lost some of their tension, and for once, Rel could hear his breathing. He knew he was breathtaking, but enough so to sexually bother even the sexiest of dragons?
This discovery, where Velkhor might have been just as infatuated with him, flared the flames of courage smoldering within Rel, prompting him to engage in the most promising or stupid thing he ever did, that of inching his muzzle close to the dragon's still, awaiting snout.
He did not turn away. He freaking didn't! Velkhor simply allowed Rel's nose to slide along the line of his jaw, for their lips to meet if only for the briefest of seconds. If the rising intensity of his purr was any indication, the dude freaking loved this daring foreplay, convincing Rel to take things to the next level.
"This is awkward, isn't it?" The obstagoon got up, ignoring the toppling boxers that unveiled his half-hard cock and hefty sack. Like a true gentleman, he extended his hand to Velkhor in invitation, which the dragon graciously accepted.
"There. Better. Now I have access to the entirety of you."
"At least the parts that you can reach," Velkhana delivered that obvious punchline with all the cruelty that he could muster, grinning for the first time since they met. "Now, what will you do with all this control?"
"Mmmm, I don't know..." Rel trailed a finger between his pecs, following the natural curve of his abdomen down to the seams of his pants. He slipped his claw in there, eyes locked with Velkhor. "But I'd rather start at the top."
"Not a choice I'll fight against."
"Sooo," Rel drawled, finding it easier to be romantic while sharing words with his chosen, "what's your big secret? Doesn't take a savant to figure out you got a thing going."
There it was again. The folding of his wings. The retreating snout. His apprehensive gaze.
"Too fast of a development?"
Velkhor licked his lips, his tongue borrowing from the gradients of his head. "Nah, we're cool. I mean I am. You're like a sizzling sausage."
"That's where you can help," Rel's fingers fastened around the dragon's bigger hand, holding it reassuringly. "That's by far the hottest region."
Velkhor absorbed the sight of his malehood with that all too familiar longing, definitely interested in it, but still restraining himself for that odd reason. Not one to engage in drawn-out, psychological chatter, Rel tried to make his offer clearer by reaching with a hand for Velkhor's bundle. Without even touching him there, the dragon pulled back, his swaying tail and wings mirroring his nervousness.
"Are you better? I should...back there," he thrust his thumb towards the tent's flap, his breaths as heavy as those balls Rel couldn't wait to slurp with that big tongue of his.
"And spoil Gavin's fun? He's got it handled, him and his tail, so maybe we should focus on your needs instead."
Aware that he only had a single way out, Velkhor drew in a sharp, panicked breath, fingers rapping against the sides of his pants something fierce. "I'm...quirky."
"Yeah. You remove that sweater whenever you come in. Weird as hell."
"I hate it! The way it tugs on my...everything, or how it flows over my neck. I have to buy those freakishly large ones just to put my head through them!"
"What about a jacket?"
"Ugh..." Velkhor snarled his disgust at those. "They look atrocious on me. They also flow so weird over the wings."
It might have been in bad manners, but Rel found it impossible to restrain his laughter. "So...that's it? Fashion doesn't agree with you?"
Velkhor immediately looked away, only to grace Rel again with his gaze in the next moment as he tried fighting through his fear of sharing a potentially disturbing detail.
"Dude, you're a freaking dragon," the obstagoon grabbed both of his hands, caressing their back with his thumbs. "I want to...I wanted to suck your cock five minutes ago. Still do."
The dragon's eyes instantly lit up. "You...do?"
"Hah, my dude..." Rel shook his head in disbelief, grinning from ear to ear. "You'll come to learn that I'm an obstagoon of voracious appetite, and what you sport down there is like..."
He mimicked a head explosion, earning a faint yet genuine giggle from the uptight dragon.
"So there's no way out for me, huh?" Velkhor crossed his hands over his lap, already shielding his crotch despite his obvious want.
"Not if you want to have your cock sucked," Rel shrugged with his eyebrows, putting his new friend in a very tough position.
After a minute of boiling and fretting, Velkhor finally relented with a great sigh, and even then, he kept chuckling whenever he met Rel's kind, carefree face.
"I've only done it in the backdoor!" He almost yelled his answer, making Rel's heart jump through his throat from the penetrating shame of their customers hearing it.
"Can you tell that louder? I think Gavin missed it."
Humour never worked well on distressed guys, more so on the antsy Velkhor who sank back onto the bench, face cupped in his hands.
"I...I enjoyed it. Far more than I thought I would. But it all started because...well, I don't suppose guys like to suck on some frigid...thing."
"Whaaa...is that what YOU think?" Rel rushed to hug him, winding the poor thing with how tight he squeezed him. "You're too cool to fret over such nonsense! If I suck you, I do it because I'm into you. Because I want your taste engulf my senses, for my tongue to untangle your engorged, vulnerable glans from your foreskin, to feel you grow impossibly hard with all that pent-up seed seconds before you can no longer withstand the maddening pleasure."
"I'm..." Velkhor pushed Rel gently back, licking his lips in anticipation. "I very much want what you just described. But if you could just...ease me in?"
"For sure," Rel smirked, never one to ignore the hopeful glint in the eyes of a male not fully accustomed to the sheer pleasure he was about to provide.
"We can just start...." The obstagoon sat himself in Velkhor's generous lap, stroking the side of his neck with the back of his fingers. "As slow as you deem it necessary."
"Mrrrrmmm," came the dragon's infatuated purr, indigo eyelids draping over his eyes to fully immerse in what Rel provided.
Good. Just where Rel wanted him. Let the raw eroticism commence!
It all had to start at the head, and for that cute, irresistible muzzle, only his tongue would suffice. To give him an excerpt of the soon to be the best chapter of his life, Rel slid the tip of his long, prehensile tongue over the side of his muzzle, following the contour of his lips. Velkhor immediately turned to face him, jaws spreading in a tentative way to try the same thing on the obstagoon.
Too slow. Too hesitant. Ever a tease, Rel shifted away from his cute, interestingly colored tongue to instead make his wet, slimy way down the side of his neck. Stopping at the base of it, he then explored the dragon's slender yet strong arms with his hands, keeping the obsessive groping to a minimum.
Velkhor just had the loveliest of bodies, especially the wings. Rel tried to reach for one, but it shied out of his reach. Not quite there yet, Rel supposed, aiming the lavish attention of his palms to his ribs for a series of swirling, pleasant motions. With so many ways to massage that perfectly sculpted body, Rel found it hard to settle on just one, a fact that Velkhor agreed with as well. You had to be a fool not to take note of the great bulge he sported, or the way he kept shifting on the bench, pointing at the area that most direly needed Rel's attention.
Subtle as a shadow, Rel shifted off Velkhor's lap, kneeling in front of his crotch as if in worship, fingers trembling with unrestrained excitement.
"Okay..." Rel wasted no time in unwrapping his present, never able to keep his lust in check, more so when his own throbbing erection clouded his judgment. "Let's see here."
"Nhah!" Velkhor cried out as his erection sprung forth, the blueberry-colored tip wet and shiny, soaked with more precum than Rel ever witnessed.
Wordless, overtaken with crushing need, Velkhor reached with a slow, timid hand for the base of his shaft, so that he could point his blunt, bloated tip straight at Rel's panting muzzle.
"Oh, no," Rel put Velkhor's hand away, all so that he could gain control over his most precious possession. "You don't get to have a say in how thoroughly I'll drain that ripe pouch of yours dry."
It took everything he had to pause and just absorb the overwhelming sight presented before him. Not only did Velkhor's sharp musk enrapture his senses, but the coloring of his malehood was just so arousing in itself. Borrowing from his hues, his overly taut tip bore a rich indigo shade, as did the foreskin hugging his glans far too tight. Then, the hue shifted into a pleasant mauve which finally gave way to the washed pink that colored his generously hanging scrote.
The smell and sight of a cock that nobody sucked stirred Rel like few things in life did, especially when the Velkhana's tang bore that fresh, crisp smell, like a flavorful ice cream. The obstagoon had no doubt that he'd taste a fair bit stronger than that, but the raw flavor of desperate need was just inebriating.
Ready to start before Velkhor changed his mind, Rel's tongue curled along the floor of his mouth to welcome Velkhor's ice cream cone with the simplest, plainest of introductions into this session. The stark coldness of it gave the obstagoon the chills, sparks of ball-tightening and cock-hardening intensity shooting through his body.
The initial shock quickly wore out, though, giving way to the unique blend of sweet, pleasant precum laced with the harsher, stronger flavors of virgin cock. Against his practiced method, Rel kept his tip in his mouth, suckling on it at an almost feral pace, pressing his lips against that stubborn foreskin to reveal more of that hard, smooth, delectable flesh.
"Kraaahh!" Velkhor cried out, pushing Rel back to give his spasm-wracked cock a few seconds to keep his seed from bursting.
"I'm sorry, I--It felt so...."
The only way in which Rel accepted his apology was to welcome his balls in the clasp of his hands, relishing their cool smoothness combating the warmth of his palms.
With Velkhor given the necessary time to recover while his balls were played with, Rel once again went for that blueberry-colored head wrapped in tight, awfully pleasant to tease foreskin. Having learned from Velkhor's sensitivity lesson, he kept it in his mouth only for a little bit before he withdrew a few tantalizing inches from his target, only to return to it with renewed hunger. A little bit adjusted to Velkhor's impressive girth, taste and overall coolness, Rel stretched his jaws wide to accommodate its entry, barely stifling his chocking as it sailed into the back of his throat.
Thank goodness Gavin's size helped trained him with their specific size, for his daring, salacious look that took note of Velkhor's strained huffs meant to keep him together would have been far less erotic.
"Bloody h--" Velkhor's fingers curled around the boards of the bench, head tossed to the side to ineffectively hide his snarl from having his pent-up cock sucked so good. "You're...you're really...doing it..."
Of course he was. When did a little musk, a dose of heavy reluctance, and a virgin-to-oral-sex penis ever daunt Rel? In fact, the truth behind Velkhor's little slip made this little lewd act all the hotter for Rel, for he had the chance to raise the bar so high, Velkhor would never want his cock sucked by another.
Thanks to his impressive size, Velkhor's too well-endowed appendage felt dangerously cramped in Rel's muzzle, the obstagoon's teeth already touching what he immediately realized to be a far more sensitive tip than he expected. Driven forth by the engulfing warmth and wetness sheltering the most sensitive part of his cock, Velkhor's first reaction was to lurch forward and then immediately stiffen, paralyzed by the unexpected pleasure seizing his senses.
Perverse, arousing satisfaction washed through Rel upon witnessing the trembling eyelids of the dragon, or his shuddering lips, or the way his brow furrowed while trying to get acclimated to the confines of such an audacious and persevering creature. Though he couldn't favor Rel a single glance to avoid giving himself away while doing his best to appear as normal as possible, Velkhor's palms that cupped his little cheeks spoke on his behalf through the back-and-forth strokes of his fingers, encouraging him to keep going.
His wish, Rel's command. The dragon, as hinted by his musk, had his distinct flavor, hard on the senses at first due to its sharp, exotic fragrance, but strangely captivating the more Rel began to suckle on the tip filling his mouth. In order to keep Velkhor's throbs to a minimum and his seed from bursting too quick, the obstagoon's hands shied away from his balls, letting the plump orbs jiggle in their pouch in unison with Velkhor's short, jerky thrusts. Instead, he kept to the wan insides of the thighs, employing the wide surface of his palm for sluggish motions certain to keep the dragon's erection at an all-time tightness.
"Ghhm, Mmmmm, glllm," Rel's moans of utter delight shifted into the occasional choke when Velkhor's cock pierced deeper than it should during his short bucking motions that Rel had no saying in. The obstagoon was used to taking all manner of sizes down his throat, but none had ever lived to such lofty expectations. Velkhor's girth alone added surprising strain on his jaws, let alone his length, of which Rel had only smeared a third of with a drooling layer of saliva.
He couldn't fit in more than that. Fortunately, he had no need to, for Velkhor's body clues betrayed all the things Rel needed to know about him. Every male had their specific preferences when it came to sex, and Velkhor was very much ecstatic with whatever Rel had on offer, sucking in sharp breaths every time Rel's tongue flicked over the edges of his glans. The more he committed to that ring of taut flesh, the more Velkhor's balance and self-controlled wavered, the increasing drops of smooth, dull-flavored precum meant to prepare him for the final, impending burst.
"Ohh, Rel," Velkhor's voice shuddered worse than his body, his tail tip slapping the bench whenever his cock pushed its way back into Rel's muzzle. Small it may have been, but that long tongue of his had enough reach to fully wrap around the dragon's cock and squeeze it for all its worth. That was a final move, though, not something Rel could just spend without finding the opportune moment.
"I...I don't know how much longer I--ghhhnnn!"
Sorry, but not sorry. To keep him silent, Rel had no choice but to grab hold onto his sack, the eggs swishing within the loose, leathery pouch large enough to almost fit his palms. The time for courteous exploration expended, the obstagoon nestled each of the plump plums within each hand, giving them a thorough stroking, swirling them on all sides. While his fingers had limited mobility, the arch-like movements of this thumbs drove Velkhor crazy, his very balls tensing and fretting, all too eager to unload their great burden.
On the other front, Rel ensured to shove back the entirety of Velkhor's foreskin, the tight thing so stubborn it needed a heavy dose of licks and saliva to stay put. How the dragon could hold on so long, Rel had no idea. His glans was just so hard, so prominent when poked, slurped and licked, withstanding the very motions that had brought many a male to ruin.
"I'm...I'm freaking..." Velkhor suddenly shot onto his legs, forcing Rel to rise with the sudden movement. Due to their size difference, Rel couldn't quite reach Velkhor while on his knees, something that the dragon took advantage of. Knees buckled, legs shaking, the desperate to cum male humped Rel's muzzle, hands latched around the back of his head to keep it still, unmoving.
Was it not for his expert tongue latching around his length to squeeze as hard as Rel could manage, the obstagoon would have definitely woken up with a sore throat the next day. But as it stood, Velkhor fell to the same trick like Gavin, double so when that wet lasso of intense warmth hugged his cock with all the passion in the world.
Velkhor didn't just cum. He exploded into Relight's muzzle, his pent-up cum so thick Rel almost chocked on it. And it tasted so strong too! As if the poor guy hadn't ejaculated in ages! It's natural chill, similar to a drink taken out of the fridge, tricked Rel's senses into thinking he gulped down melted ice cream, something that definitely helped swallow all that Velkhor had to give.
"Nhaahhhhh," the dragon crumpled back on the bench after he tapered off, some of his gooey seed leaking down on the floor for a split second before Rel plugged the leak with his mouth, continuing to lick and suckle the small trickles stemming from Velkhor's final spurts. As with every male, Velkhor could only take so much of the good thing, pushing him back when the pleasure became too much to bear.
"Sooo...." Rel patted Velkhor's rump in the friendliest, most provocative way he could muster. "I heard you like it in the backdoor?"
***The End***
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