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Caudle trembled. Every iota of his mind was struggling over one single question: Remain passive? Or wrap his arms around the weighted mass that covered his face? His boyfriend's tail weighed down the center of the book clerk's body from the tips of his chiropteran ears to his bare feet. Only his arms remained free for the moment, giving this tantalizing possibility merit.

Then, his vision was afforded a bit more light as the meaty base area relented with its pressure. Caudle could see in the periphery of his vision that Hershel was rolling his hips. The motion continued along the length of his rear appendage, travelling all the way to his toes. The oil-slicked scales shifted as the powerful limb undulated and curved on itself, increasing the amplitude of the wave.

Hershel hummed to himself, arms tucked across his chest as he focused. The light rolling changed up, shaking his posterior in a way to introduce transverse motion into his tail. Rather than side-winding off the bat, instead the waving motions altered the act so that the length of his fifth limb began to slither, bunching up on itself with every repetition a bit more.

Caudle found his arms getting trapped to his sides as the amplitude of the rear waves sent the thick tail toppling down to the table on either side of his body, the flat, supple, oiled underside seeming to roll along his form from these points of contact while transverse lengths rubbed down over his body.

Then, the dragon halted. The bunching up of his tail had reached the point that the bat could feel the plump spade at the end of the long limb against his ankles. With a controlled movement, he used the curved points of contact on the table to grasp, squeezing along his boyfriend's frame. At the same time Hershel's spade pressed itself flat to the bat's soles, completing his caudal containment against the table.

"Alright then..." Came the soft, lilting baritone of the larger male, holding that compression for a moment. "Now we can start the massage."

Caudle quivered. Even all that was still the build-up? He had known his boyfriend could be a tease, but that seemed beyond the pale. He murmured against the fleshy underside of Hershel's tail, but even he wasn't sure what words were trying to come out.

Humming warmly, Hershel's compression relaxed to mere gravity. Then, the switch-backs of his long tail began to alternate squeezing, slight creasing forming directly against the bat's prone form as the transverse areas flexed to bring a turn of its length in like a mitten-wearing hand to squeeze, adding a subtle tug at the center.

The bat found himself relaxing as his body was worked over in this manner, a low groan escaping his chest as he felt the serpentine positioning offer a unique compression experience. Far different from being encoiled. He smiled irrepressibly; eyes closed again as his body was worked over.

Then, all that weight, all that warm pressure lifted away.

Caudle opened his eyes, then squinted at the light. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and his frame had adjusted to the weight. He felt strangely floaty, even though he was limply laying on a table. A soft whine crawled from his throat as he felt himself desiring the squeezes again.

Hershel undulated his tail in the air, mimicking the serpentine movements he had used to bunch it up over his boyfriend. "You should roll over." He said, peeking back over his shoulder, only visible during certain parts of his rear oscillations.

The bat stared for a long few moments, then realized he hadn't responded. "Oh... right... but," He closed his eyes so as to take his eyes off the distracting limb above his body for the moment. "Where will my head go, this isn't one of those special massage tables with the snout hole..."

"Just rest your head in your arms." The dragon instructed, "That will make your wing-membranes more accessible as well."

"Oh." Caudle blushed. He carefully turned over, reaching his wing-arms up on either side until his wrists were crossed in front of his snout. It was a slight strain on the membranes to bring his forearms under his chin, but not an unpleasant one. His blush remained powerful, glowing up into his ears. With his position, the most natural place to look other than the edge of the table was directly at the beautiful rear his beau possessed.

Hershel clearly knew this, the sharp roll of his hips seeming quite planned to make the clothed backside bounce and wobble.

So distracted by this licentious display, the chiropteran was startled by a feeling slipping up the back of his shirt just above his own relatively miniscule tail. Caudle squeaked involuntarily. For once, the echos gave him some relevant information.

The dragon, in jerking his hips upward like that, had arced the length of his tail into the air, spade curled down, then forward back towards himself. Caudle could recognize the shape pressing to his back now that he was thinking about it. It was that meaty end of his boyfriend's tail, the side that he normally regarded as the top pressed between his shoulder blades.

Hershel flexed the lobes of the spade-shape carefully, in a way that the bat hadn't realized they could articulate, kneading into the muscles that helped Caudle lift his wings between beats when he rarely used their ability to their logical use. The curved sides of the tip felt like soft, gummy knuckles on a hand, working at his body firmly, yet still softly.

Caudle sighed, blushing a bit still, and just let himself feel his boyfriend's touch and the wonderful warmth that rolled through his mind. The bat closed his eyes and sighed, turning his head to nestle his cheek against the crook of one arm to enjoy the rest of the massage.