The silence was deafening. That's what Kirin had come to learn. He'd lost track of time here, the leather hood, the scented cloth and the earplugs depriving him of all sight, smell and sound. The roaring in his ears was heavy, his own blood loud now that he had no sounds to mask it. That... Wasn't the worst bit. With sight and sound gone, all the swan had had to concentrate on was the powerful vibrator fastened to his jockstrap. He had no clue how much time had passed, but... It must have been five or six orgasms, and the silk was soaked. Wrists and ankles bound in padded cuffs, and a gag in his bill completed the ensemble, making sure he could breath, and deadening his final two senses, taste and touch.

He'd agreed to this, long, long ago. Sensory deprivation, and over-stimulation by the cute hawk he'd met online. The house he'd arrived at had been nothing special, but his friend was kind, and had laid out his gear with practiced ease. After a chat, a meal, and a movie, with soft kisses shared between them both, he'd stripped, slowly, his avian lover's fingers drifting through the swan's soft feathers. He'd lain on the gel-padded conforming table, shivering with anticipation, and taken the vibrator from the hawk's fingers, slipping it down his jockstrap with a smile, and teasing words. He dimly recalled something along the lines of "No, no, you get to see under there once we're done~" Then the soft cuffs, the blindfold, and words whispered into his ears by the other male.

"Two hours, Kirin. Last chance to back out."

He'd shaken his head, moaning out his consent, then been gagged with a ring, as a soft cloth went over his nares, denying him smell.. Finally, the earplugs had gone in, and the swan was left there to drift, his friend leaving the room. It had seemed ages, but from the conversation at dinner had probably been ten minutes, when the vibe had clicked on, on a low, gentle hum, and risen slowly but steadily. Kirin didn't know if it had reached maximum and to be honest, after the first two orgasms, didn't care, his only sensation that buzzing in his jockstrap, unending and both wonderfully, and infuriatingly arousing.

By now it was all he knew, all he was aware of, the powerful vibrations in his heated groin driving him to distraction with need. And then, then It happened. Hot, wet and soft dragging up his long neck, the sensation flaring in his consciousness like a searchlight in the dark. It faded fast once it had gone, leaving this chilly streak. Then again, that wet heat blossoming, on his chest, curling around where his nipples would be, and tracing through the feathers to touch his skin, making the swan struggle in his restraints for relief, for sensation. Moans, wordless pleading left his body and became one with the void around him.

A third time, hot and slick on his belly, and in his head, something finally clicked. Tongue, his mind supplied. Kisses. Licks. How long had the owner of that tongue been watching him? They blossomed over his body, one by one, and then a touch, dry, smooth, sharp, slid down one inner arm, around the elbow, and up to his shoulder. The other arm felt the same, moments later, the... Finger sliding over his body leaving what he could only describe as streaks of light blue on his sense of self. It touched under his chin, and dragged, slowly, sensually down his strong neck, over his breastbone, slowly down his belly, and trailed lazily down to Kirin's jockstrap. In the back of his head was alarm, a thought trapped and muggy beneath the constant arousal of the vibrator. That sense lifted his jockstrap up, and the vibrations stopped, the swan's heated arousal exposed to the cold air.

There was a pause in the sensations, and left with nothing to keep him going, that thought came clear in Kirin's mind, as he felt cold air roll over his heated, needy, puffy lips. It arrived in his head like ice. Oh. _"I didn't tell him!"_A little too late now that the swan's entrance was exposed, his white down soaked with his juices, and swollen labia outlining his heat.

A heated, wet lick broke the swan's worries, running from his anus, over and into his spread lips, and swirling, just once, around his clitoris. The last part wasn't even needed, as Kirin's hips had lifted, a powerful cry of orgasm hurled into the void, along with a surge of his juices, the moment that tongue dipped into him.

Touches, lots, on his head, pulling at something, undoing... A-Ah, the ring was moving, free, hands pulling it off, letting him speak, and there was only one reason Kirin could think of that he'd need to speak for. It took him a while to remember how to say the words he wanted, and he spoke them into the void. "I'm sorry, I meant to tell you afterwards... Y-You seem to like... Me, so, so if you desire... I want it, I need your touch so much, however you want me, please, _ please _...!"

More touches, no, pressure, heavy and hot on his chest and belly, and suddenly he could feel the heavy, rapid thumping of another's heartbeat against him. Kirin realised that it could be anyone, the hawk, some complete stranger who'd found him, a burglar... and Kirin didn't care. The sensations were just too good. That tongue pressed to his, sliding into his bill, rubbing and caressing as touches on his sides, his hips were felt, then another hot, wet tongue licked into his lip-

No, no. Not a tongue, harde-

Oh. Kirin could feel his cheeks blazing through the kiss as with a muted moan, he felt his unseen partner penetrate him. It was barely a thought's width before he'd clamped down around it and pushed his hips forwards, desperate for the hard meat sliding into him to quench the fire in his belly. A strong, heavy thrust rewarded him, spitting the swan on the cock he craved and was quickly followed by another, and another, heavy smacks into his lifted hips driving inside him, moving, twisting to try and find the motion that drove the swan beside himself with lust and pleasure. It didn't matter, Kirin soaking his lover's hips in more of his juices, heat driving from his body over the other male's. Squeezing and milking the erection hilted in him, the swan let his instincts control him, and felt the swelling of that maleness deep within.

Time stopped for Kirin. For a few moments, having been riding the wave of orgasm after orgasm, he idly wondered what the strange surging feeling inside him was, and then he peaked, again, stronger than before, crying his bliss to the heavens as he was filled, inseminated, struggling to clutch the male close and stop him from pulling back. Though he couldn't escape, it looked like his lover had no intentions of doing so, holding the swan's white hips against his own.

Surge after surge pulsed heavily inside him, and then died down, leaving the panting, gasping male to attempt to splutter out words, the fire in his womb quenched with that needed, craved delivery of-

For the third time that evening, the only think he could think was "Oh". This one was promptly followed by "...Shit." Kirin realised, far too late, those thoughts were heat-thoughts, and that he, he had just been... Bred. Lying back, and gasping, the swan let his afterglow submerge him, and damn the consequences.

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It had taken half an hour of careful, slow increases of light before the two avians could safely leave without endangering the swan, and though there had been some rather... Heated words and frank talks over large mugs of tea, Kirin had left with two things in mind. First. He had to come back again. And second...

Second, he'd be keeping the new life taking root in his belly.