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Pel hummed something jaunty as he walked from one side of the woods to the other, more civilised, part of his home. Past the lake and up the hill to the sprawling grounds of hearthome.

He carried a sachet of goodies including cakes and even some savoury meat that he knew Hanzo would enjoy.

That happened to be where he was heading. Hanzo was back from the daycare and as such Pel was looking forward to welcoming him home, and catch up on some stories. No one else was game to go there, he'd heard through the grapevine that Hanzo was in a terrifically foul mood and so if he didn't have stories to tell he might at least appreciate being able to vent.

How _he_was the one friends with the buff samurott was beyond him, but Hanzo had said he found his company enjoyable and the typhlosion wasn't one to look a ponyta in the mouth.

He gave a knock on the door, three sharp raps, before standing to attention. It took a moment, unusual for Hanzo, but eventually the door swung open and he was greeted with a scowl.

Hanzo was big. Tall and big. More than a few scars on his muscled body. His seamitars were sharp as razor blades and kept securely in his golden armaments.

A flowing white set of facial hair highlighted his bright red eyes. He didn't have the shell helmet on at the moment, a puff of white hair on the top of his blue head as well.

Hanzo's eyes softened a mite as he took in Pel and he grumbled. "What are you doing standing out there for?" He stepped aside and Pel ducked his way in. The room was dark and his burners flared a moment just to set his path; Hanzo allowed a window to let in some light.

"Welcome back," Pel said pleasantly. Setting the sachet down and turning to Hanzo. He smiled brightly even against Hanzo's dour mood. "Should I ask how it went?" he asked a little dryly.

"Awful," Hanzo grunted, prowling up and opening the bag and grabbing a cake and tossing it in his mouth, chewing with that scowl remaining on his face.

"No luck or... bad luck?" Pel asked.

"When am I ever lucky?" Hanzo growled, throwing another back before sitting down and taking a blade out to obsessively sharpen it against his guards. "He reads me wrong every time. Nothing works. I even outright said I wanted him and he just decided I'm horny and need to 'find someone better than him'. Impossible. Utterly impossible."

Whether he was referring to the human being impossible or finding someone better was a question for the ages and the answer was yes.

Pel snacked on a cake himself for a moment, letting himself think. "Well. Maybe it would have helped?" he suggested, failing to not flinch when Hanzo glared at him. "Don't look at me like that. Haven't you heard of post-nut clarity?"

"I'm not fucking some rando," Hanzo said sternly. "Or be fucked. I have more self-respect than that! Even if he doesn't ever want me back, I've still got standards."

"Ah. I see." He mostly did. What he didn't understand was why Hanzo's trainer didn't want Hanzo back. "What did you say to him exactly, if you don't mind me asking?"

Hanzo groaned. "Does it matter?"

"Maybe."

Hanzo shifted. Pel wouldn't catch it, but the samurott was a little embarrassed. He knew Pel wouldn't judge him in the least though, not like the others. "Well, I told him I was... attracted to him and that he is wonderful and if he'd be willing to have... a little... mm."

Pel blushed a little himself, feeling a little hotter than the fiery pokemon would like to admit. "I see. And he turned you down?"

"He just said 'Oh, Hanzo you can do so much better than me.' And started talking about giving me some time at the day care. I guess I didn't exactly argue but I wish I had. Things have been a bit awkward since I got back, eventually I just said I'd like to come back here and he never says no."

"Hmm." Pel rubbed his jaw, what a conundrum. He had an idea of sorts pop into his head though. "Wait. Did you imply you had feelings for him or just attracted to him?" he asked.

Hanzo looked at him and opened his mouth and then paused. "Hm."

"If you don't mind me asking, how horny were you when you propositioned him?"

He winced. "Well."

"Well?"

"I... do not want to say."

Pel laughed a little. "I think that's your problem. You have dick on the brain instead of dick in your mouth. You might as well have used the day care and cleared your mind a bit."

Hanzo continued to grumble, sharpening faster.

"I need to think better," he growled, glaring at the floor. "Like you. You think good."

"Do I?"

"I've never heard you do something stupid and embarrassing."

"Well, that's just because you don't talk to the others much. Pretty sure Jaz has a whole list."

"Then what hope do I have?" Hanzo groaned. He leaned back, breathing heavily and exposing all of his everything to Pel's wide eyes. He couldn't help but look, the samurott was a very handsome specimen with defined pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and strong hindlegs with-

No. He shouldn't look there.

He looked. Jeez, how could Hanzo's trainer turn that down?

"I really wish I'd found a corner to hide in," Hanzo moaned. "Everywhere you look, other pokemon are having sex and the smell and sound is everywhere. I had to meditate at the bottom of the lake, more like a pond, just to get away from it."

Okay, he really should stop looking. The build-up and tension and memories were clearly... affecting Hanzo.

Hanzo said that Pel never did things that were stupid or embarrassing, well Pel was an overachiever and liked to prove people wrong immediately. Thus, he opened his mouth and said, "Jeez, do you need some help with that?"

He heard it leave his mouth and immediately he wanted to catch the words and stuff them back in so they couldn't escape his thoughts and into the outside world.

Despite his desire to take it back, he could not and Pel froze up and Hanzo stilled on the floor. The samurott cracked an eye open to meet the typhlosion's 'Oh shit' expression and as smooth as butter he asked, "You serious?"

All the little typhlosion's in his head ran around screaming with everything on fire, hiding under the desks as alarms blared. "S-sorry," he squeaked out. "Dunno what came over me, heheh, see what I mean? You just need to wait until I say and do stupid things, yep, haha."

Hanzo slowly sat up, staring intently. "You're not a rando," he said and Pel shivered.

"Well, I suppose by some measure of technicalities-"

Hanzo continued to rise and he was tall, very tall, tall and muscly and very strong with a type advantage and was he going to die, maybe even before Hanzo killed him what was he-

"I'd like that," Hanzo said and Pel needed a moment to process and reboot.

"What?"

"I think I'd enjoy that," Hanzo said seriously. "What was that you said, post-nut clarity? I'm tired of my paw, it just leaves me feeling more pent up."

Pel blinked innocently up at Hanzo as if he wasn't the one to start all this. "Baugh?" he managed.

Hanzo leaned down slightly, eye level with him. "I don't mind but if you don't want to I won't be bothered."

"Oh, no," Pel said slowly. "Oh, I meant it I just didn't mean to say it. Are you really sure? You kinda made a point about...."

"About randos," Hanzo replied. "And, well, someone else? No. Dare? No. You, on the other hand? Well, I wouldn't mind being a story you tell to him as long as you work me down until I can just sleep."

"That's a combo of hot and." Pel gave a few blank blinks to explain the second part of that combo.

"Sorry, I'm not exactly... experienced with this."

Pel swallowed. "So, can I... touch you?"

"Please," Hanzo offered. The little dwelling really only had space to sleep and to Hanzo's surprise, the typhlosion tackled him to the bed, having enough strength and weight to push the powerful samurott down.

Pel's glasses fell off from the motion and he threw them aside, growing as excited as Hanzo tried to hold in check. The samurott was already pressing out of his sheath just from the memories and getting pushed down drew a pleased huff out of his lungs as Pel's paws began to search all over him as if looking for treasure.

The water pokemon grunted as the typhlosion's smaller, but strong, paws gripped onto a nipple and squeezed it, rubbing it gently as if in apology. He lay pressed down onto the bed by the typhlosion and as he opened his mouth to ask what he should be doing, Pel pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth.

It was hot, heated literally like boiling water. The burners of the typhlosion flared in excitement, adding that smoky musk attributed to Pel in Hanzo's mind to the room.

Their mouths fit quite well together, the heated tongue of the fire type almost causing steam as he pressed desperately against him, tasting his sharp teeth, their tongues curling together. Smoke poured from Pel's mouth as his eyes fluttered in pleasure, feeling over the samurott's body.

He might never get to touch and feel again and he was aiming to make this a memory to never forget. Hanzo was built up in every part of his body. His chest heaved with his breaths, pressing firmly against Pel's groping paws.

He broke the kiss to lick as his neck, listening as Hanzo began to moan. He wasn't even touching anything further down and the samurott was beginning to whimper. He was pent up. Especially if the heated pressure down below had any indication.

He dragged his claws through his plush fur, trailing a scar until they drifted around his neck. He didn't squeeze there, he wasn't trying to hurt him, but he did begin to nip at Hanzo's chin, leaving small nips up to his mouth again.

After sinking into each other's mouths again, Hanzo finally began to touch him back. Hesitantly, unsurely, he grabbed onto his arm at first but more boldly pressed a hand between them, where their bellies were meeting and further down.

Pel moaned as Hanzo gripped onto his cock, already pressing out of his sheath eagerly. He shuffled and leaned up, breaking the kiss again to pant over the samurott, grinding back against Hanzo's needy hardness as Hanzo gripped his cock a little tightly.

"This what you were after?" Pel asked cockily.

Hanzo swallowed and nodded, looking hungry. His eyes trained onto Pel's cock, feeling it twitch and grow in his grip.

He opened his mouth to ask but Pel beat him to it, "Want to suck me?" he asked. The ears of the samurott flicked up and then back, giving him a rather cute look that was most unusual on the powerful samurott's face.

"Yeah," Hanzo murmured. So Pel shuffled forwards again, letting the samurott 'tug him' forwards until his cock poked his little pink nose. Hanzo's nostrils flared as he took in the smoky musk of the typhlosion before his long tongue lolled out and wrapped once, then twice, around Pel's cock.

Pel gasped as the cooler tongue of the water type pressed against his raging need and moaned in pleasure as the samurott began to take him into his mouth. He began to pet the fluff on top of Hanzo's head, murmuring. "That's right, take it in, don't go too far. Mind the teeth, although I don't mind a little heh."

He felt his tip press against Hanzo's throat and the samurott gagged for a moment before taking a determined look and sinking him in further. His throat began to bulge as he took the typhlosion down to the hilt, Pel moaning out in appreciation, "Fuck! How are you so good at this? Is this your first?"

Hanzo gave an indecipherable noise and held firm, throat muscles massaging Pel's cock from every angle. "So warm and wet," he sighed, pressing a hand to Hanzo's brow and pushing him back slightly.

But only slightly. He pulled the samurott back in, a soft gag music to his ears. He pulled his hips back the second time, flexing them back in to dip his cock back in.

His hips and paws began to move together fluidly, fucking the samurott's mouth with his full length, only pulling slightly out before cramming himself back in. A paw crept behind him and began to stroke up and down Hanzo's length and between a few gags came needy whimpers that left his balls tingling.

He began to speed up, gripping onto Hanzo's pec for support while jacking his cock off faster, the water type spilling precum like a faucet. The sounds of his fucking filled the quiet little hut, squelches and gags and the shlicks of his paw getting drenched.

Hanzo's precum oozed down his length, leaving it shiny and wet before sinking further down, matting his aching balls with his own fluid and down over his taint. His tail twitched urgently as his precum slid over his hole, causing him to clench a little as his face turned redder and redder as his dorky nerdy friend fucked his mouth with wild abandon.

Pel sped up to the point he had to hold onto something else, releasing his cock to grab his head, smearing precum through his fur as he began to pound his throat. Hanzo closed his eyes, moaning as the thrusts seemed to resonate through his whole body, causing his cock to jump and flex anyway, enjoying the feeling of being used.

Pel gave a snarl. "Fuck, I'm getting close." And to Hanzo's disappointment, began to slow down, grinding his cock into his throat and then popping out to press into his cheeks, smearing his heated precum through his mouth and all over his tongue before pulling back entirely.

Hanzo gasped for breath, panting and coughing as Pel marvelled at his body again. He slid back enough until he was sitting on Hanzo's length, pressed horizontal against his taint as he began to press and poke at his body again.

Pulling and teasing his nipples, layering hickeys on his abs and pressing his cock between his pecs and thrusting a little more.

A few thrusts turned into a lot and Pel pulled his pecs a little further together, moaning out loud as he thrust against Hanzo's chest, flinging drops of precum against the flushed samurott's face and neck.

The softness of his fur contrasted with the firmness of his muscles and how much Hanzo's drool had wet his cock left his dick gliding easily against him, throbbing hard as he was meant to be coming down and was just going up again.

His thrusts pressed Hanzo's cock against him, sliding along it and savouring in the feeling of the samurott's own arousal wetting his taint and balls. Pel began to gasp, cock beginning to jump and he forcefully stopped himself. "Fuuck," he groaned, pulling off and licking up the mess he had made. "Why are you so sexy and big and fucking everything."

Hanzo gasped as his tongue met his nipples next, teasing the nub around before pressing it between his teeth and sucking, he had to grit his teeth and even that didn't stop a strangled moan from escaping him.

"F-f-fuck, Pel," he managed. Pel grinned, lifting off him enough to sit proudly, hips grinding just slightly against the samurott's need.

"Yes?" he asked.

Hanzo's eyes closed and he whispered. "Fuck me."

Pel wasn't sure he heard that right. "Pardon?"

"Don't make me beg," Hanzo hissed between clenched teeth.

"No, I really didn't... did you say fuck you?"

Hanzo nodded. He still kept his eyes closed, missing Pel's surprised expression melting into a volcanic one. His burners activated and this time they didn't cease. He lifted off him entirely and said, very firmly, "Roll over."

The samurott obeyed, moving onto his hands and knees and lifting his tail. Pel gripped his tail by the base and lifted it further, Hanzo's heavy cock and balls hanging with weight, his cock flicking up to slap his belly before falling down to drip precum on the bedding.

Pel admired the samurott's tight, pink hole for a moment left a little shiny with precum. He pulled him back a little, lifting his hips up to grind his aching tip against him. Hanzo hissed as Pel's cock pressed against his hole but didn't push in, dribbing heated precum that mixed with Hanzo's thinner, cooler stuff and slid down to his balls.

Pel ground against him a little, tainting him with his own musk before pulling back and leaning in. Hanzo gasped sharply as the tongue of the typhlosion wasted no time in pressing into him and he threw his head back with a needy moan.

"Always the big guys," Pel couldn't help but think a little cheekily as he devoured Hanzo's ass. His tongue, burning hot thanks to containing a fire in his mouth for a moment and then letting it cool enough to not be harmless, pierced through Hanzo's muscles like a knife.

Unlike a knife, however, the heat left the muscles relaxing, the sting being related to the heat and being beaten back by the samurott's typing, allowing only the pressure of the stretch to linger with very little aching pain.

His teeth pressed into his butt fluff, some of the finest and softest fur Pel had ever touched. His paws remained busy, stroking between Hanzo's thighs and occasionally pulling at his cock and balls, but only briefly.

Only pulling after sliding between his thighs and up his belly before coming back to slowly drag down his needy cock and aching balls.

His tongue was thicker than Hanzo's but perhaps not as long. No matter, the heat remained. He felt the samurott clench around his tongue, trying to pull him further in. He pressed his walls apart with the strength of his tongue, the heat leaving them to relax before the thickness of his tongue pressed in again, leaving a sheen of typhlosion saliva to help.

He ate his ass as he stroked and thrust with his tongue until Hanzo's knees began to knock and he was begging him. He liked hearing Hanzo beg and leaned up over him.

He grabbed a handful of his ass and smacked the other one, causing him to gasp and growl. He grinned. "Too hard?"

"Dammit. Harder!"

He obeyed, the loud smack leaving a pawprint against his fur and his butt stinging. He growled again, grinding back as Pel pressed his cock against him again, already sinking an inch into him.

He pressed back firmer, Pel letting him spear himself on his cock. The samurott growled and groaned but he pressed back hard and fast, walls being spread wider and wider by the typhlosion's cock until his butt tapped his groin.

Pel's paws curled around Hanzo's powerful hips and held for a moment, savouring in the feeling of being inside his friend, his hunky, attractive, powerful friend who ached for cock. He felt him clenching around him, spasms of a near-orgasm as his cock poured precum.

He gave a few stuttery breaths, holding and releasing at random.

Then Pel smacked his ass again and he exhaled with a groan, front half folding down weakly as he raised his haunches with clear, desperate need. Pel was a good friend. He wouldn't torment him.

He began to fuck him. The idea playing music in his brain. His balls slapped off Hanzo's, two pokemon's virility bouncing off each other. Hanzo's moans were swallowed partially by the bedding so Pel fucked him harder to compensate, his cries breaking through as he eagerly pressed back against his burning cock.

He babbled into the bedding but it was unintelligible as Pel railed him with the force of a beast in rut fucking another in heat. He leaned over him, almost falling slowly with each thrust until he was laying on Hanzo, supported only by his strength as he rolled his hips slowly, grinding into him with his whole cock and pressing right into that truly wonderful spot.

Hanzo gasped, back arching so hard it knocked Pel back into doggystyle. His knees knocked together again as he spasmed around Pel, clenching so hard he trapped him in place. The salty smell of cum filled the hut and Pel's eyes narrowed slightly.

He grabbed Hanzo and managed to flip him around, rotating him around on his dick until he was on his back and he could see his face. His cock was still jumping, spraying jets over his chest and face and then Pel began to move again.

His burners, still flaring, heated his body even further, heated his cock, and it pressed through the clenching muscles to fuck him again, grabbing onto Hanzo's waist as he wailed out with abandon as he was fucked through his orgasm.

He began to breathe fast and heavily, through his nose and clenched teeth as his prostate was battered, each press sending another jet of cum through his cock and extending his orgasm for the next thrust. His head leaning up, almost hyperventilating as the typhlosion over him slammed into him harder and faster, thrusts into him expelling a jet of cum he'd stored up.

Pel didn't grab his cock, he let it jump and spray, watching Hanzo's face contort as he coated his face in his own seed, his balls tensed up and expelling their payload at last. He leaned over him, further and further as his thrusts slowed down as Hanzo clenched even more, his head swimming and balls aching with need to release.

His neck got hit by Hanzo's seed as well as he pressed their mouths together, tasting Hanzo's cum in his own mouth and devouring his moans as the samurott grabbed pleadingly at him, wrapping his arms around Pel's chest and pulling him against him with all his strength.

Which was more than Pel.

It pulled Pel right into him, all the way, pressed against his prostate, clenching and milking Pel, moaning wordlessly into his mouth, begging for him to breed him.

Pel's eyes clenched shut and he forced Hanzo down into the bedding as his cock began to blast heated cum into Hanzo. The samurott whimpered in pleasure, hole stil milking at Pel's cock with every few moments, cock still spilling out against their bellies, gasping and moaning, rolling against each other as the typhlosion came in the samurott.

By the time Pel was finished shuddering, his cum was oozing out of Hanzo. And as he pulled back, more poured out, dousing his tail even more until he could clench enough to keep the warm liquid inside of him.

Hanzo groaned out in relief as Pel rested peacefully on him.

"Feel better?" Pel asked with a chuckle.

Hanzo made a sound that wasn't words.

He chuckled. "What was that?"

More sounds.

"I didn't break you did I? Is that even possible?"

Hazno dirtfed and-

Pel's eyes awoke. He groaned, another Hanzo dream? He rolled over, noting just how badly he'd doused the bed in his 'appreciation' for his hunky friend.

He felt a little silly for thinking of him like that. Sure, Dare and he were cheerfully open but Hanzo was impossibly besotted with his trainer and would never be so needy as to accept an offer to 'relieve' him.

Pel was a little surprised at how dominant he was in that dream though, seemed he had grown a taste for it thanks to....

Well, think of the devil.

Dare popped his head into his sleeping area. "I smell fun times," he said cheerfully, the ghostly typhlosion trotting in as Pel raised his head with a guilty smile.

"Fun dream," he admitted.

"Ooh~?" Dare jumped onto the bed with him, not caring for the stickiness left behind. In fact, he ran a hand up Pel's half-hard length and drew back some cum to lick off. "Tell me about it. Hm, pineapple yesterday?"

Pel flushed, a little embarrassed but this was his mate it wasn't like they didn't share these things. "W-well, to start with yes, some pineapple yesterday."

"Good start," Dare grinned, licking his nose. He flashed between a sly grin and a cheekier one before returning to sly and squeezing Pel's sheath.

Pel moaned softly, remnants of his sleeping orgasm flushing through his body leaving him shuddering. Dare licked at the bottom of his jaw, paw squishing around his sheath and pressing blood flushing right through his slackening length again.

"Haa, thanks," Pel said. Things were a little blurry, he didn't sleep with his spectacles on after all. He breathed in deep of Dare's scent though, not as smoky as his but carrying that curious pine scent that he enjoyed. He pressed his muzzle into Dare's neck, moaning as he drew him in.

Dreaming of Hanzo was all well and good, but nothing quite beat the feel of his mate against him. He could feel Dare's need growing as well and nipped his ear before starting to explain his dream, lest he forget it.

"Well, it started with Hanzo coming back all frustrated from the daycare."

"Predictive dreams are you having?" Dare teased, gripping his sheath firmly before sliding his paw up his length. He shuffled in closer, tangling their legs slightly and pressing his cock against Pel's hip.

He focused on rubbing Pel's length, however, sliding up to the narrower tip before racing down, carrying his post cum along his sensitive length, breaking Pel's words with gasps and moans.

"I-is he back?"

"Nope, but we know he'll do nothing at the daycare," Dare chuckled and wasn't that the truth? "Keep going, how frustrated was he?"

"Frustrated enough to suck my dick," Pel said, flushing hot as he said it so boldly. Dare waggled his brows before ducking down between his legs, staring coyly up at the flustered typh.

"Like this?" he asked before dragging the flat of his tongue slowly up his length to his tip, a bubble of precum falling out onto his tongue that was snatched up.

"A-a little," Pel said, breathing out heated air hot enough to ripple. "He, uh, took me right to his throat and l-let me."

"Hm?" Dare hummed, continuing to lick at Pel's length, drawing the cum sticking to it off and into his hungry maw. Pel gave precum to replace it and the ghostly typhlosion found himself needing to suckle from the tip just to catch it up.

He met Pel's eyes with Pel's tip just between his lips before beginning to sink down slowly, sucking as he went, his tongue grinding against his cock and getting painted in his precum.

Pel threw his head back, moaning Dare's name as his knees wobbled on either side of his head. Seeming eager to clamp around him, but Pel was far less assertive in the waking world and he didn't.

Dare didn't mind, he was teaching him well steps at a time. His other paw snuck down and played with the typh's balls, still heavy despite blowing a load. He winked to him as Pel rose his head and pushed him into his throat until he gagged.

After pulling off and leaving his cock shiny with spit, Dare asked, "Or like that?"

"L-like that, yeah," Pel said, dizzy from feeling that in real life. His cock jumped in Dare's grip as he continued to jack him off, crawling up to lap at Pel's lips until he let him in and their tongues wrestled.

"What else?" Dare whispered against his maw.

"He-he, uh, he actually w-wanted." Pel flushed, unable to admit it so easily.

"He wanted, what?" Dare asked, grinding up against him before crawling over him, pressing their dicks together and jacking them both off as Pel grabbed at him, at _his_muscles and face, pulling him into a kiss.

Dare loved that but he grinned against him. "Can't distract me so easily," he teased.

Pel breathed out hot air again but relented. "He wanted me to fuck him," he said, feeling better as he said it. Dare grinned and shifted a little bit forwards.

"Did he... want to ride you?" he asked as Pel's cock grazed his rump.

Pel swallowed. "H-he actually laid down with his r-rump up."

"Mmm, well you know what they say?" Dare raised himself up, angling Pel's cock and pressing it against him. The sharp tip of the typhlosion slowly pierced the ghostly one and sunk into him, drawing a hiss and sigh from both of them. "Real life is better than a dream."

Pel's paws gripped his haunches as Dare took him to the base, flushes of pleasure-pain across his face as Pel penetrated him completely.

He threw his own head back as Pel grabbed his hard cock, beginning to pump it rapidly as Dare began to bounce on him.

One paw remained on his hip to guide and support him, or perhaps just to hang on, as the other one raced like a blur against his heavy cock.

Dare groaned as he edged Pel's cock right against that pleasure button inside him, sinking down and grinding back and forth, moving swiftly but not moving the cock inside him very much, battering his own prostate repeatedly.

It was fortunate that Pel had already cum once from his dream, it helped him last along with the hunk of a typhlosion grinding on top of him. As it was, he was barely holding onto it as Dare slammed down on him.

The typhlosion's walls sucked him in, clamping tightly and firmly as he bounced and ground back and forth. He'd gone in relatively dry, but things like injury did not even register to Dare at the best of times and he was tough enough to love it.

Dare pressed both paws on Pel's chest, flushed to his eyes and grinned at the dazzled typhlosion underneath him.

He hooked his knees around his side and began to ride him like a cowboy, slamming Pel as deep into him as he could take it with each thrust, letting Pel slowly take the reigns, gripping his hip and cock and whimpering at him to go faster.

Dare bit his lip, closing his eyes and raising his head as he felt himself nearing his peak. He could last it out, he would last it out, until he felt and heard Pel join him on the edge and leap off it together.

Pel was gasping, almost howling as his hips moved in chaotic symphony with Dare's, some thrusts hitting the mark perfectly, other times the raw passion knocking them out of rhythm and all the better for it.

Dare groaned, leaning down over Pel and kissing him hard and sweet, his bounces softening as Pel thrust into him, grinding against each other and pressing his cock into his sweet mate's soft belly until his eyes were screwing shut and he was nearly biting at Pel.

Pel's teeth joined his and they growled, smoke billowing out of their mouths before Pel gasped a sharp cry and slammed into him and staying sheathed, cock pulsing as he began to unload a second serving of cum into his sexy mate.

Dare roared out, blasting cum across Pel's belly, chest, and face as the throbs of his mate sent ripples of pleasure through him, the warmth of the fire types melding together as he was bred by him.

Dare's roar petered into a soft, almost whimper that no one besides Pel was ever allowed to hear, toppling onto him and cuddling with him lovingly.

"That's a great story," Dare moaned, licking the cum off Pel's face, still sitting on his cock and feeling its girth and heat inside him.

"I think I like this one more," Pel moaned, hugging him tightly.

"Mmm, maybe if Hanzo is really desperate we can double-team him?"

Pel laughed. "How desperate are you imagining to think he'd let you?"

"Mmmm, something like the dream I think~"

Pel smacked his ass and caused Dare to yelp in shock before they broke into laughter at that bold act.

"I've taught you well," he laughed.

"Or I'm an excellent student."

"I think both," Dare said, grinning and stealing a kiss. He settled on Pel afterwards, the two typhs cuddling it out as they basked in the afterglow.

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