Keeping Warm
So I did a thing for ashtalon.
This is that thing.
First time I've ever written an adult scene.
Warning: contains shenanigans.
The harsh winter wind howled through the streets. To a dragon like Ashtalon, the chill was a nuisance he cared little about. He revelled in the warmer weather of summer, but he was far from the only one who lamented the winter. All around he could see people hurrying by, hugging themselves tight as they hunched against the wind. Not even the thickest coats of fur were any defence against the elements. He cast envious glances to everyone he passed. Not only did the mammals have their thick fur, but most wore at least three layers of clothing, something that, as a feral dragon, was wholly impractical.
Taking to wing, the dragon flew up towards the top floor of the nearest apartment block and landed on the custom landing pad he'd had installed when buying his apartment. Stairs were tedious and awkward for any quadruped at the best of times. In the cold they became icy and dangerous, not something he wanted to negotiate now. Besides, if he had wings, why not use them?
As the dragon nosed open the sliding door, he reeled back from the blast of hot air that erupted from within the apartment. His housemate must have the heaters on full blast in defence against the winter's chill. Sure enough, lying on the couch was a bundle of shivering blankets through which only a couple of feathers and tufts of fur were visible.
“Shut the damn door," a heavily muffled voice cried.
“I'm closing it, keep your feathers on," Ashtalon grumbled, kicking the door closed with his hindleg. He made a show of fanning his face with his forepaw. “It's like the Sahara in here."
“And it's like Antarctica out there. See my dilemma?" Chester countered, slowly emerging from his cocoon of blankets, revealing little more than his blue eyes and beak. Those eyes were as cold as the ice that lined the pavements as they regarded the dragon. “So how about you get over here and share some of that warmth?"
“Oh, I was just, um…" the dragon stammered, trying to look anywhere but the bundle of blankets. He suddenly found the light switch incredibly fascinating.
“Dragon. Now." There was something in the gryphon's words that persuaded Ashtalon to edge closer towards the sofa and the irate hybrid that lay there. The two had been friends for years, but the dragon had never heard that tone of voice from Chester before, not even in the three months they had been living together.
Ever since Chester had moved in to Ashtalon's apartment, jokes and rumours had spread through their mutual friends like wildfire. Two young, single males living together; what else did they expect? But, contrary to the gossip, nothing had ever happened between the two. They had always enjoyed a close, friendly relationship, but it had only ever been plutonic and nothing had indicated it would ever be otherwise. Whilst Ashtalon was privately disappointed in this, he had long ago accepted it as something that was. He had never dared to hope their relationship would ever expand beyond the realms of his imagination, so he put the desire he thought he heard in the gryphon's voice down to just another facet of his overeager mind.
“Well, are you coming or what?" Chester squawked indignantly.
The gryphon's question snapped Ashtalon out of his musings. He leapt up onto the extra-wide sofa, taking care not to trample his housemate in the process, before curling up on the opposite side of the furniture to the blanket-engulfed gryphon.
Once more the gryphon's cold blue eyes stared across at the dragon. Ashtalon yelped in shock as a claw-tipped paw grabbed hold of his tail and pulled it under the thick rugs. The gryphon crooned softly as he gently stroked the dragon's tail. “Such a good dragon, lying here and sharing your warmth."
Ashtalon felt paralysed under the gentle attention of his housemate. Did he realise that the scales all along the underside of his tail – and indeed his belly too – were incredibly sensitive to even the slightest touch? It took all his willpower not to purr in pleasure. With great difficulty he managed to slow down his thoughts. The images that ran through his mind would have made him blush had he possessed fur and not scales.
“Oh, but I don't think that's going to be enough," the gryphon said, ceasing his paw's wandering attention, making the dragon whine for more. “But I think there's something else you can do for me."
“Mmm, and what's that?" Ashtalon replied, his mind still fogged from the attention he had been receiving.
“Turn around."
Ashtalon didn't even think about what he was doing; the authority in the gryphon's voice was enough to make him obey without question. A little clumsily, the dragon turned around on the sofa, most of the gryphon's blankets sliding off the sofa in the process.
Chester exhaled heavily as the full weight of the dragon came down on his chest, but he wrapped his arms around Ashtalon's neck, holding him down in place. His long, luxuriously furred tail teased and probed the underside of Ashtalon's tail.
The dragon's contented purr rumbled through them both, but it wasn't long before Ashtalon began to realise that something was amiss. His housemate's soft fur tickled every one of his sensitive underscales, and there was a warmth beneath him that he hadn't anticipated. Slowly he ran a paw down the gryphon's bare chest as he tried to find the cause of his disconcertion.
Realisation struck in a moment of clarity.
“Uh, Chester? Are you wearing any clothes?" the dragon asked. He tried to lift his head but the gryphon's grip on his neck was firm and strong. Instead Ashtalon briefly caught a glimpse of Chester's wide grin as his head was forced steadily down.
Though the scarlet dragon tried to resist, the gryphon was too strong, leaving Ashtalon powerless to the gryphon's intentions. He had to close his eyes – longing to see what was surely now just at the end of his snout – but feeling like it would irrevocably change his friendship with the gryphon if he caught sight of his private parts.
Every ounce of his resistance faded with just one uttered word from the gryphon. “Lick."
Without hesitation, the dragon extended his tongue to caress the firm length bobbing just an inch from his muzzle. He was tentative at first, with only light touches as he got used to Chester's scent. The gryphon shuddered in pleasure as his attentions became more vigorous, his tongue teasing the shaft as his muzzle brushed against the sensitive tip.
Slowly the pressure on his horns was increased, forcing him further down on the gryphon's cock. Like a starved animal he slurped at the twitching member, greedily licking up the beads of pre that were starting to form at its tip. This had been his fantasy for so long, and Chester's moans and squeaks of pleasure were greater than he could ever have imagined.
Without ceasing his attention on Chester, Ashtalon reached back with one paw to help coax out his rapidly-growing erection, but the gryphon was quick to restrain him.
“I don't think so, dragon," Chester said as he transferred his grip from Ashtalon's horns to his wrist.
Ashtalon whimpered softly. His wings fluttered in slight protest, but he didn't try to resist the gryphon. He was quickly rewarded as the gryphon's tail curled around to gently brush against his erect cock, pushing it up against the soft scales of his underbelly. Though his muzzle was too long to properly deep-throat Chester's endowment, the dragon forced every last millimetre of is into his mouth as his tongue switched attention to tease the gryphon's furred balls. The surprised yip of pleasure and sudden grip on his wrist was all the dragon needed to know he was doing a good job.
He was then surprised as the gryphon forced him back, pushing him down onto the floor.
For a moment Ashtalon was fearful he had done something the gryphon had disliked, but then Chester slowly rose from where he lay, the warming blankets falling to the floor, forgotten. It was all the dragon could do not to dive back onto the gryphon's maleness as it rose to his eye-level.
Chester spread his wings and arms wide, showing off all of his athletically-toned body. Everything from his talon-tipped hands down to his leonine paws was exposed, but like a magnet draws metal, Ashtalon's focus was fixed on the gryphon's cock, bobbing tantalisingly just beyond the reach of his extended tongue.
“You like what you see?" Though Ashtalon was not looking at his face, he could hear the smirk in Chester's words. He nodded vigorously, eager to sample the slightly salty fluid that still teased the tastebuds of his tongue.
“Of course you do," the gryphon whispered as he slowly paced down the dragon's side, a single claw tracing a pattern in his scales.
The dragon whimpered as the beautiful body and cock of the gryphon was taken out of his field of vision, but that quickly turned into a yelp as he felt Chester's probing fingers slip beneath his tail. He glanced back to see the gryphon standing behind him, a devious glint in his eyes.
“I've never had a feral before. This could be interesting," Chester said, teasing the dragon's exposed member with one hand, while slowly raising his tail with the other.
Ashtalon didn't resist the gryphon as he lowered his forelegs to the ground, coyly glancing back over his shoulder and wings.
“Eager, are we?" the gryphon chirruped as he positioned himself behind the dragon. Moving Ashtalon's tail over his shoulder, he gently teased the dragon's tailhole with a single digit before pushing in slowly with his erect shaft.
The pressure came gradually, but Ashtalon moaned softly as the gryphon started to enter him, using nothing more than the dragon's own saliva as lubrication. He felt a little pain as he was stretched further than ever before, but the gryphon's thrusts were gentle to begin with, each pushing in deeper, and Ashtalon's cock jumped in response to Chester's movements.
“Oh yes, that's it," Chester said as he started thrusting harder until he hilted himself completely within the dragon's tight ass. One hand reached down to stroke the dragon's aching member, and the sudden burst of sensation almost made Ashtalon lose his footing. This was beyond anything he had ever felt before, the pleasure ripped through his mind, shredding any other thought he had until there was nothing but the gryphon beneath his tail and the cock embedded firmly inside him.
With the dual sensations of Chester's hand on his member, and the gryphon's cock pleasuring him from within, it wasn't long before the dragon started to feel the tell-tale signs of his climax building.
From how erratic the gryphon's thrusts were becoming, Chester was close too. The two whimpered and moaned in almost complete unison.
After a couple of final thrusts from Chester, Ashtalon roared as the gryphon squawked, both giving into their pleasures at the same moment. Thick, hot seed splattered over his forepaws as he was both drained and filled simultaneously. A content warmth spread through the dragon's gut as his legs shook, struggling to hold his weight.
“Oh fuck yes, dragon," Chester whispered as he slumped against Ashtalon's back. With one lazy hand, he stroked between the dragon's wing joints. “That was one hell of a way to warm up." Slowly Chester withdrew before falling back on the sofa, panting. Ashtalon simply collapsed to the floor as his legs gave way at last.
“Glad… glad I could help," Ashtalon said, struggling to find his voice as he looked up at the gryphon.
“We should do it again."
A dopey grin formed on the dragon's face, mirroring that on the gryphon's. “I wouldn't say no to that."