Cafe Connections 1: On the upside...
#1 of Cafe Connections
This is the first in a series of short stories I'm going to write about a group of friends who hang out at a particular cafe, and the various connections they eventually make with each other, hence the title Cafe Connections. This particular story involves my own character, who has recently parted with his lover, and is pretty much looking for some rough, simple sex, and maybe finds more than just that. Hope you all enjoy. ~Mechina
Mechina sat on the couch in the back of his favorite cafe, Rocketstar, the obsidian scales of his exposed chest gleaming behind a haze of smoke. He was leaning forward slightly, claws folded beneath his chin, his eyes far off in the world of his thoughts. He wore a black satin dress shirt, rolled up past his elbows and unbuttoned, nothing beneath. The exposed parts of his form were lithe and slightly toned, marked with white runic brands in strange diagrams; his black wings folded behind his back. The dragon's well muscled legs were garbed in baggy black cargo pants that hung teasingly low, his tail flicking this way and that, moved by his dark thoughts. Just a few days before this, his lover of nearly a year had decided he wished to be 'just friends.' The idiocy of such an idea considering the circumstances around it just irked him to no end, and, considering he and his ex-lover's sexual appetites, far too many familiar places held memories that brought unwanted emotion. This couch, even, had been a site for one of their adventures, still fresh in his mind...
"I love you," the voice said, as a playful feline claw ran up his back, sending shivers rampant through his body...
Growling, the dragon cast the memory aside, and attempted to do so with the feelings that came with it, though one persisted against his will. Now, not only was he irritated, he was aroused, and that just topped his week off. His mate had left him for another, he had lost a good friend thanks to the war, and he no longer had a place to stay, due to events that had happened earlier that day. Nothing was going right for him anymore. At this point, all he wanted was a fuck without any implications. Alcohol, which he had just celebrated finally being able to get legally, was another option. He looked up at the entrance while he pondered this, and saw one of his good friends come in.
De'astin was a gorgeous wolf, the seemingly stereotypical type you saw all the time on the covers of fashion magazines for males. He was a perfect, silky gray with a milky white chest, muzzle, and face. De'astin's reputation was a bit shady, he was known to be the person you went to if you needed something that might not have been legal, and he organized a lot of the local raves. He moved straight to the couch to drop down beside Mechina. "What's with the doom and gloom look, Mech?" De'astin queried as he sprawled, garbed in a thin, half-zipped hoodie that exposed his muscular chest and faded blue jeans covered in anti-government patches and tears, a few pretty revealing ones.
Mechina sighed, and rubbed his face. "Homeless, mateless, and horny. Not a great combo." Mechina was pretty blunt when he did speak, which wasn't often. The dragon was on the shyer side most of the time though in certain crowds he was sociable. He was well liked by those who put the effort into getting to know him, and he was fairly attractive.
"Wow. You really did get it bad this time, dude. Well, I know you, and you'll be back at it in no time. As for being horny... Couple ways that could be remedied. Most convenient, yet dissatisfying, option would be to paw off." De'astin cracked a smirk, being his usual smart-ass self, trying to cheer Mechina up. While De'astin was a bit arrogant, he was still kindhearted and loyal to his friends, and his smile was infectious.
"Heh. You only suggest because you secretly think of me pawing off and paw off yourself." Mechina chuckled, flicking his tongue at De'astin playfully. The two made such jokes with each other often, neither really expecting the other to take it seriously, both thought the other to be disinterested since they had met.
"Maybe. Maybe I think of more than that." De'astin gave Mechina an odd look, to which Mechina had to loft a brow.
"And by that you mean?" Mechina queried, curious to see where the wolf was trying to take things. Secretly, Mechina had thought of De'astin in that way for the longest time, never acting because he thought De'astin was too attractive to be interested, and De'astin was convinced Mechina had always been looking for something other than what he had to offer.
"You want to come upstairs with me?" De'astin asked, his smirk softening a bit, with a playful sparkle in his eye. The wolf lived in the apartments over the cafe, preferring the solitude of the lofty studios rather than rooming like most college-aged males, and it was perfect for his sexual behavior, most roommates wouldn't approve of how often De'astin had overnight guests.
Mechina chewed his lip as he considered momentarily, the thought both appealing and somewhat surprising, and then gave in. "Yes, actually, I would." The wolf was gorgeous, after all, and Mechina needed it right then, and it was something De'astin himself had been wanting for a long while. The wolf then took Mechina by the paw as he rose, and led him up the stairs to his quarters.
The details of what the apartment looked like were lost on Mechina, as De'astin was on him as soon as they entered the door. The wolf grabbed Mechina by the neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, his tongue probing Mechina's muzzle, De'astin's forcefulness nearly melting him then and there. The wolf gently led Mechina to the bed while his kisses moved from Mechina's muzzle to the dragon's neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh just enough to hurt in that exquisitely good way, and his paw groping at Mechina's crotch. As Mechina's legs bumped into the mattress, De'astin pushed him onto it, his paws grabbing onto Mechina's baggy pants and tearing them off with gusto, leaving Mechina exposed. His sheath was already full due to De'astin's wandering paw, and his perfect black member emerged fully as De'astin lowered his snout and gave his sheath a tortuously slow lick starting at Mechina's plump balls and proceeding up Mechina's shaft with just the tip, tasting Mechina's slit before going down on Mechina's thick seven inches. De'astin was obviously experienced, and his delicate use of teeth and strong tongue worked at Mechina's member until it was rock hard, causing Mechina to pant with pleasure. He generally did nt enjoy being given oral, but De'astin was doing it like noone before him had.
De'astin lifted his head, and Mechina drew him into a long kiss, the two twining tongues, both lost in their arousal. De'astin's paws fumbled with the removal of his own pants, but sure enough, they were soon gone and De'astin's beautiful member was exposed, his sack the size of Mechina's fist. The wolf was already fully aroused, his slick eight inches glistening and thick, with the typical canine knot at the base. As he continued his make out with Mechina, he positioned himself with his cock angled at Mechina's waiting tailhole. Mechina gave a muffled gasped of surprise and slight pain as De'astin suddenly plunged into him, a gasp that turned into a low moan of pleasure as his insides relaxed around Deastin's thick length, ecstatic in the feeling of finally habing someone inside of him again. De'astin didn't bother going slow, his cock demanding rough pleasure, and thusly he quickly pulled out and slammed right back in, causing Mechina to groan in ecstasy. De'astin began pumping inside Mechina, the two breathing heavily, claws and teeth exploring each other's body, De'astin's fur damp with sweat, and Mechina's smooth scales slick in De'astin's embrace.
Mechina's clawtip traced De'astin's spine, following his back down to his rump, the hoodie having been discarded not long before. The dragon squeezed the wolf's firm rump as De'astin continued his thrusting, his cock hitting all the right places to make Mechina groan and gasp in pleasure. Mechina's claw slid down to De'astin's tight pink tailhole, tracing light circles around it before squeezing into the orifice. De'astin gasped in delight at this, thrusting hard into Mechina's tight ass, locking his muzzle onto Mechina's own in an impassioned kiss. Mechina began finger fucking De'astin in counterpoint to De'astin's thrusting into himself, his skillful digits driving the wolf into a frenzy as he first added one extra digit, and then another.
De'astin's thrusts became harder and more urgent, causing Mechina to gasp uncontrollably, struggling to hold back his climax in the rush of pleasure. De'astin was an experienced top, and his thrusts were aimed perfectly at giving both he and Mechina as much pleasure as possible, and the tightness of Mechina's tailhole around his cock was delicious. Mechina was not a passive bottom either, and he milked De'astin's tool with his ass muscles in a way that made De'astin growl continuously with pleasure. De'astin suddenly plunged in to the hilt on Mechina, the dragon letting out a roar of pleasure as he let off as his first orgasm hit, copious amounts of seed shooting onto his bare chest, his ass clenching tight arousnd De'astin's not, triggering the beginning of De'astin's lupine orgasm.. As Mechina's tailhole closed over the knot, it began to expand, pulsing as it did so, to the size of a fist inside of the dragon, who could only moan as De'astin continued humping inside of him as he fired load after load of hot cum inside of the dragon, the knot pulsing against Mechina's prostate, bringing him near to a second climax. De'astin leaned his head down and began sucking Mechina off, milking Mechina's cock with his skilled tongue and lips, seeking out the most sensitive places instinctively, and it wasn't long before Mechina came again, firing his hot load into De'astin's gullet, and the wolf drank him dry. His orgasm once again caused his prostate clamped down on De'astin's engorged knot, driving the wolf to fire one last volley of hot seed from euphoric pressure. Both panted, exhausted and spent, before embracing each other and falling into slumber, still joined as one.