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Private time in the Metro

Let’s be quiet and kinky, shall we?

Kinktober Day 15: Semi-public

The metro station was crowded. And much worse was the metro itself as the people rushed in, trying to get some room. Some came here for work, others to visit the city, and a few to run errands.

Among the crowd of people, of workers in tight outfits, of passerbys in garish and colorful fast-fashion; there was a couple. In normal circumstances, they ought to be indistinguishable from the others: a Hammerhead Shark and a Capybara.

Both were rather large, though the Shark was evidently more muscular. At the same time, the Capybara had more of a paunchy body, with fat accumulating along his arms, pecs, and, precisely, his belly, which his suit hardly contained.

They were a couple, which made the situation odd.

Not because they were together despite the difference, but because something odd and perverse was between them. One was to happen as the Hammerhead Shark pulled his phone while holding onto a steel bar. With his fingers, he carefully typed the message.

“_Now?”

“Aren’t you too excited?”_

A sidelong glance ensued. One that underlined the truth: our Shark had his face… hidden. A medical mask had been wrapped around his head, with his elongated skull holding it in place. However, with a mere glance, something else appeared underneath the cheap plastic straps. Underneath the plastic, signs of secure and reinforced leather straps were visible, digging into the scaly skin as the Shark looked down and continued to type.

“Please.”

At his side, the Capybara checked his phone. His demeanor was calm and gentle… But as he chuckled and stepped closer to the Hammerhead Shark, it was to grope the Shark’s ample posterior. To dig within the muscular glutes underneath the flimsy gray pants and to ascend, to trace the way up until the index finger was on the Shark’s tail’s underside. Until it edged with the opening cut to allow that scaly tail to breathe free.

But it was also a perfect opening, a presence that was tempting to anyone with a dirty mind.

“You want it hard? Wag your tail,” said the Capybara, whispering right by the Shark’s earhole.

The tail wagged, the posterior moved, and brushed against the Capybara’s hand. And one message.

“Please.”

Please. It had been the exact words the Capybara had used earlier in other circumstances. They were on their last day at the capital before they returned home. They’d seen everything they wanted. But much like a bucket list, there was always more room, more ideas to bring to the fold. Such as… This.

Such as the medical mask hiding the Shark’s mouth, but only partially hiding the straps that were used to secure the dildo firmly lodged into that mouth. Such as that stiff cock, stuck to the Shark’s left leg with tape and with vibrating eggs attached to it, making it drip and drop. Such as the vibrating little eggs taped to the Shark’s pierced nipples or testicles, keeping him tempted. Or such as that lube that had been pumped inside the Shark’s posterior, the whole bottle until he had to keep the greasy presence in… An effort he had to maintain by keeping his glutes tight and together.

Glutes that were teased and touched by the Capybara.

“Please? You gotta do more than that,” whispered the Capybara, watching that tail wag again and narrowly knocking someone down.

They were surrounded by people who showed them no interest. No, most were turning their backs on the couple, eyeing the door as they would be leaving or watching the sight whenever the metro went above ground.

Still, the Shark quivered and trembled, his eyes sometimes dancing left then right. His excitement was palpable, his gills opening and closing as his nostrils dilated. Even his right leg was covered with precum, and a widening damp spot marked his cocktip’s presence on the middle of the thigh.

“Please. I am about to cum.”

It was false. But the Shark’s pleading moan, huffed, and his eye fixated on the Capybara was enough to force a chuckle out of his lover. To force the pudgier male to step closer until his groin practically rubbed against the Shark’s posterior… And his finger slipped underneath the tail.

Luckily enough, or purposefully, the pants’ cut had not been tightened. It appeared so, but with enough strength, the opening widened and the Capybara’s finger slipped underneath the tail, against the buttcheeks, and then in-between.

It wasn’t like an assault or a little prodding. It was an advance.

The Capybara’s digit advanced, and it forced the way. The glutes had to spread, the asshole to remain tight, and then to open up when that index finger, without claws, pressed… And then slipped inside the Shark’s asshole with a low, discreet suction.

One enough to be heard if the metro were silent.

But it wasn’t. And even then, even if a few travelers gave the couple a glance when the Shark grunted, they tried to ignore it or stepped aside.

It wasn’t encouragement.

But it drove the Capybara to pull his finger out… And then to slip a second finger inside that hole, between the cheeks, and right back inside that asshole. A second finger… Enough to make the Shark moan and to have that damp spot grow wider.

Nevertheless, there was a thin smile on the Shark’s face, the lips curling ever so slightly when another message was sent.

“More.”

“More? You get it.”

The fingers were pulled. However, instead of going back, three at a time, the Capybara wiped his fingers on the Shark’s pants. Then, he retrieved his phone, unlocked it… And fiddled with the app linked to all the toys. All of them under his control, all at various degrees of speed and intensity.

All made to be low, and yet to bring enough pleasure to tease his lover.

He practically had him in his palm when, with a few flicks, everything was cranked up. To the end, to the max.

The low buzz was discreet, though it could be heard from up close. So much buzzing, so much huffing, so much muffled moanings. And the Capybara smiled in petto, watching how his Lover was tiptoeing around as his nipples were teased, his cock vibrating, and even his nuts shaking.

His entire body was tense like a bowstring, and it would take little for it to snap.

So little, the Shark was practically whining and had given up on answering through a text. Instead, he wrapped his tail around the Capybara’s leg, tightly. So tightly he could yank the Capybara down.

But he didn’t.

The Capybara had his fingers returning to the tailhole. He had his fingers dancing on the tail underside for one second, two, three, five, ten. He waited, waited for the Shark’s muffled plea and for those eyes to truly show how impatient and needy he could be.

Finally, it was enough. The damp spot was large, the breathing was starting to get quicker. Even people were catching up and eyeing the couple by the time the Capybara had his fingers slipping between the cheeks, three at a time. Three fingers… Three large fingers that stretched the entrance moved as one, but in different directions to stretch the Shark’s flexible asshole.

Under the touch, the Shark moaned and began to lean on the bar, his face redder and his breathing ragged. His gills were wide open, and people were stepping aside slightly, unsure if he was ill. Though, a glance at the smiling Capybara and they would know.

Know as the sound of suction and spurts came forth, with the Capybara inserting his three fingers until his knuckles were pressing against the rim’s outer edge.

Then, without missing a beat, he began a back-and-forth. One fast, one intense, one raw. One that brought the Shark closer and closer to his orgasm.

The eyes rolled, the fingers narrowly slipped. And then… A wheeze. A wheeze came from the Shark when his knees almost hit together. It was like fainting.

The fabric covering his leg was entirely damp. Some of that precum dripped on his shoes by the time the Capybara pulled out and passed an arm around his lover.

“He’s feeling unwell,” was the justification for the Shark who seemed to be buzzing, wagging his tail… And certainly pleased by the way his saliva dripped from underneath his medical mask.

The eyes were on them, curious, disgusted, amused, tempted, reprobating. Some even spoke in their native language about tourists who often did the deed in public as if no one would notice.

Nobody bothered to stop them. Nobody watched as the Shark’s backside was getting damp, too, from the lube leaking out. And none stopped them as they left the metro, right into the station with the Capybara rushing to the toilets, ready to liberate his lover.

They rushed inside a stall, amidst the scent of piss and worse, the fingers reaching underneath the layers of clothes to yank the vibrating eggs and the tape… Even to liberate the Shark’s cock before it sprang to life, covered with cum and precum.

“It was fun. We should do that again.”

“NO”