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Paying for Coffee, Zonked for Cream

For Jarkore_Eon

By Draconicon

Jarkore was always a bit on the early side when he went for coffee. Came from waking up early and having a certain pep in the step that didn't come from caffeine, one might say, and the furred dragon was sure that he was always a welcome sight for the coffee shop employees. Particularly a certain naga, he thought with a small chuckle.

As he walked down the sidewalk with a swish and a sway, he wondered just how Prism was going to react to his new clothes. He'd found them shipped to him just the day before, and while they came from an anonymous benefactor, he was all but certain that the naga had had a hand in getting him to dress this way. A fishnet top beneath a barely-there jacket, with a skirt that almost didn't hide his underwear? It was as skimpy as a good dragon might ever wear in public, and it was certainly daring, but he rather liked showing off anyway.

He reached the familiar coffee shop, glass-walled for the sides with a rather plant-filled front that kept whatever people did at the counter from being too visible to the public. He was pretty sure that Prism had altered the shop for just that reason, and old, half-remembered visits that felt a little fuzzier than they should have said that he should be grateful for that.

Jarkore chuckled, resting his hand on the door for a moment. He tested it - unlocked.

"Priiiism," he called out as he stepped through. "Any chance for a -"

"You know we don't open for another half hour, Jarkore."

The naga behind the counter wore an apron and a smile, and that was about it. Jarkore chuckled at the knowing grin on the green and black naga's face, shaking his head as he walked - well, swayed - up to the counter.

"Oh, you don't have to open the register for me or anything. And besides, I know that you already have the coffee brewing."

"Just the drip stuff."

"That's more than enough for me."

"Why do you keep coming by? You know what you tempt me to do here," Prism said, nodding down.

He didn't have to follow that gesture. Considering that Prism was as endowed as he was, the fat-cocked naga's shaft was already almost over the counter. The apron covered it somewhat, though the actual shaft looked like it was going to slide free, slithering out as if it were its own serpent rather than just the rather tasty thing that Prism threatened him with from time to time.

Resting his hand near the bump that it made but not quite touching it, he leaned forward as if he might give the snake a peck on the cheek. It was just a flirt, of course, but -

"Do that for real. I dare you," Prism said.

"Oh, really? And why?"

"Because you know what it does to me."

"Heh, I think it's just because I'm that fabulous."

"That...and because -"

Just because he was who he was, Jarkore couldn't help himself. He leaned in and stole a kiss without hesitation, and no sooner had he pulled back than the snake's eyes started glowing.

There it was. He loved that feeling of his mind getting sucked right out of his skull. All those little whooshing thoughts were finally calming down, and he sighed happily as he leaned forward against the counter. Little by little his hyperactive mind started to settle down, and he giggled from time to time as the naga's tail crept around and teased along the back of his leg.

"You so love to push my buttons."

"Mmm..."

"And then, we see how much you love it when I push yours."

Jarkore was barely listening, more focused on those glowing, gentle eyes. They had seized his attention with that first glow and refused to let him go, filling his mind with a soft, gentle warmth that was almost like a nightlight, signaling his brain that it was time to go to sleep. He chuckled almost drunkenly as the naga's tail pulled him up onto the counter, dragging him across it until he was sitting on the other end, legs hanging off the employee side.

Prism leaned in, his fingers cupping the dragon's chin, and he opened his mouth slightly. A scaly thumb passed over his tongue, pinning it in place, and he moaned under his breath.

"Good boy."

"Mmm..."

"You are very thirsty this morning, aren't you?"

"Mmmm..."

"Thirsty for coffee, and even thirstier for 'cream.'"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

Cream. The word resonated through his mind, echoing off the corners of his skull until those bright eyes calmed that down, too. He let himself be guided off the counter, falling down to the floor on the employee side. He was face to face with Prism's familiar cock almost instantly, though now from a much more intimate angle.

It was a massive black cock rising out of a neon green underbelly, and the head was so thick and fat that -

Yes, he remembered sucking it now, remembered just how strong and heavy the taste had been the last time he was here. Last time, and the time before, and the time before, and the time before that, each time filling his mouth with the heady taste of musk and man and seed and salt. It was always good, always powerful, and always forgotten as soon as he left the coffee shop, only to be remembered the next time that he came around and wanted something for free for his flirtations.

A slow, dumb giggle rose from the back of his throat, but only the first of many 'ha's got through before that fat cock started pushing past his lips. He moaned, feeling his jaw stretching further and further apart. It always made him put in the effort to take that huge thing, but with those glowing eyes keeping him deep in trance, there was no discomfort, no sudden moment of wondering if he'd be able to take it. It just settled on his tongue and kept going, going, going back until he could feel it in his throat, and even then, the naga's sheer size meant that it just kept going.

"Mmmph...that's it...take it good and deep..."

A familiar command if ever there was one, one that reminded him of how many times he had done this. At least - giggling as he thought - sixty-nine times. Maybe this was sixty-nine? Maybe they should be -

Gluk. The cock reached its limits, going as far down his throat as it could when he finally hit the base. The feeling of those soft, slightly damp scales made his head spin, and he moaned as he suckled and swallowed around the shaft as a whole. The whole thing throbbed, and the familiar warmth of pre-cum went right down to his stomach.

"Mmm..."

"Mmm, that's right. This is what you want. This is what you need."

What he wanted.

What he needed.

Every day, he needed this. So much energy in the morning that felt better when he came down to the coffee shop and pestered Prism for a while. So much satisfaction when he was done, for both of them, and he always felt so sexy afterward, so super-sexy for the big and powerful naga.

Suck, swallow, suck, swallow, moving his head to the beat of the other man's thrusts. They were moving to something in the background, some song playing over the intercom. Didn't matter, but had a nice, regular beat that they could match. He swallowed hard every time that it started pulling out, and he could feel the milking pressure pulling more pre-cum from it, saturating his stomach in the salty goo, filling him up with a hefty dose of protein for the day.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling the heavy balls just under the shaft bumping against his chin. It was awkward, but only just, only slightly, and only because of the sheer girth of that cock. He could just manage to breathe around it, but his jaw ached slightly from its thickness.

He still wanted more. That never stopped.

The glowing eyes encouraged him to move faster, to swallow harder, and Jarkore was more than happy to give his friend exactly what he wanted. Forward, back, forward, back, swallowing faster and taking it right to the base every time. He felt the squishing of scales against his lips, the warmth of a hand on the back of his head, and he could feel that wet reward getting closer and closer. That tension going down the snake's dick, the feeling of warmth rising from beneath his chin -

"Back."

And there it was. He pulled all the way back, taking a cup that was shoved into his hands, and he took the load mostly across his face. Heated splatter hit him across the cheeks, over his muzzle and along his lips, while the excess dribbled off his face and into the cup in his hands.

And there was a lot of cum to dribble.

He moaned softly, his mouth turned up in a giddy grin that was only possible with the hypnotic trance holding him down. Jarkore's wings flicked lightly, twitching as he stared at that godly cock before him, looking past it at the glowing eyes of the naga, and he tilted his head to the side with a smiling expression of admiration. Prism chuckled.

"One of these days, I'm not letting you back out of this trance. One of these days, I'm keeping you for good."

"Heeeee..."

"But until then, you'll just keep coming back...and I'll keep enjoying you."

The naga helped him up, and - after using up a massive stack of napkins to get rid of the most egregious messes on the counter and the dragon - poured him a cup of coffee. By the time that Jarkore was walking out the door, still a little drippy from the experience, he was finally coming out of his trance.

He looked at the white line across his muzzle and dragged one finger through it. A quick taste made him smile.

"Salted sugar syrup..."

Prism laughed, and he just assumed that, once more, he'd guessed the flavor right. He wondered what he'd get tomorrow.

The End

Summary: A dragon goes to a coffee shop and teases a naga. Nobody's surprised with what happens next.

Tags: M/M, Naga, Snake, Dragon, Hypnosis, Oral, Cock Sucking, Blowjob, Cum, Orgasm, Facial, Cocky, Teasing, Flirting,