Oral Pleasures

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Risky Public Play

"Damn, Hayley..."

Gabriel hissed through his teeth, the dragon leaning back in his seat at the cinema. If the dragon anthro's thoughts had been said aloud, his girlfriend, Hayley, would have admonished him for using the wrong word again, though it was only a playful thing, back and forth, that they did between one another. A dragon and a gryphon may have been quite similar in some ways, but the greatest difference (and amusement) between them quite often was the fact that Hayley was from the United States while he had always lived in the United Kingdom, down in the South-East. Whereas she had moved around quite a lot, picking up different regional accents, Gabriel's had always been quite distinct...

He leaned back, grunting softly, in the back seat at the cinema, though the dragon knew how badly he had to be quiet. It was not as if he was supposed to be getting head in the cinema, though it was a first for him. In his mid-thirties, Gabriel just had missed out on some of the experiences that he should have had in the right body, for he had come to realise that he was transgender. Sure, he'd dated, back when he'd been a dragoness - but Gabriel had never really been a dragoness, so that wasn't something he would say. It was just something that had to be said for people to understand the journey that he'd been on and that was something that the drake had had to make his peace with.

So, there were a lot of "firsts" for him, finally comfortable in his own skin and scales, wings folded in tightly to his back, though so tightly that they crinkled in uncomfortably between his back and the seat. He grunted, trying to stay still, though it was hard when the light of the screen was half-illuminating his orange scales, darker at the edges as if they had been burned, the gold on his throat and chest catching the light. Some of his features had become more prominent with treatment and hormone therapy, putting on muscle a little more easily, his shoulders the best they'd ever looked. Of course, the choice to have his chest removed was one of the best he could ever have made for himself, though the scars remained in a darker line of scales under each pec. That he could see his pecs properly finally, however, more than made up for anything that remained of the surgery. He was told that they would get softer and fainter when he went through a shed cycle every few years, after all.

So many choices, all of them his to make for himself, even as he swallowed a moan, eyes alight, thankful that the cinema was emptier than usual. It was a Sunday night and, well, going out had been a spur-of-the-moment decision - one that Gabriel had not expected to end up as it had with a kiss and a touch and a slide of his girlfriend down his body with a wicked look in her eye.

"Just relax, babe," she'd trilled lightly, the gryphon's head that of an owl, a spectacled owl with brown and tan feathers, shifting through different shades, though she still somehow always managed to put a smile onto her beak. "I'm going to make you feel so good..."

It was usually Gabriel who was in control when it came to things in the bedroom and yet she gave him no choice but to try out something new. After all, there was nothing bad at all about getting head off his beautiful girlfriend and it was not as if he was not always ready for it. Getting treatment with testosterone had certainly been a game-changer for his sex drive!

She was beautiful too, his partner, sharp in her work and a biologist - far out of reach of anything that Gabriel thought that he'd be capable of. No, his work was quite boring in comparison, a manager at a store, though he was right where he wanted to be right then and there, running his hand over her head, stroking the tufts on her head that were so often mistaken for years. The dragon only wished that he could see her lower half too, where her feathered blended smoothly into black and white fur, her mammalian half that of a gorgeous, sleek skunk. Yet she would not have been Hayley at all if she had only been one or the other, a hybrid bringing the best of both to the table, as always.

There was more Gabriel could say about the gryphon who was currently smirking around his cock, but his mind was rather occupied at that time. He groaned, trying to swallow his lust all over again, heat building inside him as he fought the urge to let his jaws hang open to allow the heat to dissipate. That would only make it harder still to seal away his moans...

The choice of hormone therapy for his lower half for a longer time before surgery, oh... He shuddered, biting his lip, his tongue lashing the inside of his teeth as if it ached to be free. Oh, that had worked for him and he was so thankful for it, toes curling lightly. It was something that would have to come soon, finalising the surgery date, but it had helped get things more than started, his clitoris having swollen into a shaft that was two and a half inches long. His doctor had said that that was quite impressive, a little surprising to get such a good result so swiftly, but Gabriel simply couldn't care about it when he was so happy with how his body was going. When he did get the surgery, he wouldn't get much larger, but he would be happy with all that came from it.

As it was, oh... Oh, the sensation, the twirling swirl of her tongue around and around his cock... He panted heavily, rolling his head back, though Gabriel still knew that he had to contain himself. The gryphoness, cis gender, knew too how far she was pushing things, that she was driving him crazy, the glint in her eye telling all. She could roll them up to watch him while she gave head, possessing greater range of vision, including in her peripherals, than a dragon - but that was just the nature of her ancestry and avian, owl, evolution.

There were other things that he had to focus on in that moment, grunting, panting, nostrils puckering softly, in and out, as he struggled to hold onto himself. Every inch of his shaft had been taken over by her beak, but it was the pull and swirl of her tongue that did it for him, never seeming to leave a single spot of his dick untouched.

"Unff... Yes, Hayley..."

He whispered, casting a wary eye around the cinema to make sure that no one else was looking their way. Thankfully, there only seemed to be an usher down by the entrance, set up so that one came up the stairs into the theatre in the middle of the seats. Anyone further back, behind that point, could be more or less invisible, as long as they chose not to draw attention to themselves. Those working there probably knew what it was that those younger than Hayley and Gabriel, anyway, got up to in those places...

They were probably a bit too old to allow lust to rule though, though Gabriel did not have it in himself to care, wanting more, always more. The slick slide of the gryphon's tongue over his cock made him want to climax right then and there, cunny wet with arousal, his body responding eagerly to everything that she did to him.

"Mmm..."

She moaned softly around his cock, teasing him even more, though she did not spare words on him, not at that moment. There was too much for her to do, after all, kissing the tip of his shaft and fluttering her tongue down the length, fingers sliding up his legs, under the edge of his waistband where it had been pushed down to his mid-thighs, tempting at more.

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