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TLWR: My first explicitly NSFW post.

Hoo boy.

So until today, my profile both on FA and SoFurry described me as a writer who wrote "SFW (albeit occasionally suggestive)" stories. Today, that changes. This is my first truly adult post.

I considered making an alternate account for this, but fuck it. This is actually one I wrote up a long time ago and just never published. But through my writing over the last couple years, I've been able to grow more comfortable with myself as a furry.

There will be more of both SFW and NSFW posts, and plenty that probably fall somewhere between.

Without further ado...

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He hadn't told Rayne, but Shade had been practicing ever since they’d first tried oral, and he now had a number of tricks up his sleeve. The first blowjob he'd given his boyfriend had been sloppy, to say the least, and all he could really offer to Rayne was the warmth of his tongue. But between Tirra's "best of both worlds" anatomy and Ami's swappable parts, he wasn't at a loss for good coaches. He was nervous, about how good he’d really be, about how long he could keep it going, about how deep he could go, and lastly, about how Rayne would react once he noticed the increase in skill, but there was no way any of that was going to stop him.

They were in his bedroom on his ship, lying in bed, when Shade decided to go for it. He started nice and slow, let his lover know he was in the mood by leaning in, putting his head against Rayne's chest and taking a long, deep whiff of his musk. Next came his hands, working their way over Rayne's abs, teasing at the waistline, coaxing out a kiss. Before Rayne could become too dominant, Shade tugged needily at his collar, kissing along the edges of his collarbone and drawing out low, hungry growls. Then, he lifted the shirt slowly, bringing it up halfway to expose those incredible muscles. Rayne took it the rest of the way, pulling the shirt off over his head as Shade moved his hands along Rayne's body, feeling every inch of his chest.

Once the shirt was off, after Rayne pulled him in for another kiss, Shade sank down slowly, between Rayne's legs. He closed his eyes, taking in that musk, nuzzling affectionately against that bulge. The thought of what was to come drew a groan from his throat as Rayne’s hands worked around his ears and around the back of his head. He drew in a breath, drinking in the musk, then slid his thumbs under the waistband and smiled up at his lover.

In one fluid motion, everything came free. All 8.6 inches, bobbing before Shade's face. Rayne sighed and shivered slightly as he felt the open air. The hybrid was proud of those 8.6—just over an inch and a half longer than Shade's, which he reminded Shade of constantly.

Shade rested his lips against the throbbing shaft for just a moment, making Rayne groan slowly. The musk was intoxicating now. It was all Shade could do not to devour the thing whole. He swallowed, working up his nerve, then let his tongue loll out, caressing the shaft gently. It twitched and throbbed in response and Rayne’s corresponding groans were music to his ears. He was slightly salty, as he had been before, and Shade relished the flavor. The musk nearly overpowered him, but he kept his thoughts straight, continued teasing the shaft with his tongue. He curled it out as far as it could go, wrapping around the shaft, then pulling it back in. The resulting groans and throbs were a delight, and all the while Rayne’s hands gripped at the back of his head, stroking his ears longingly. He licked up and down the length of that shaft, but never touched the tip…

Shade’s hands came to rest on Rayne’s thighs and he looked up, fixing his partner with a sultry and submissive gaze. Then, he turned his full attention on the prize. He clasped his lips around the tip, teasing it once with his tongue, then dove for it. It slid right in, every last inch filling his snout, his nose pressed up against Rayne’s crotch. The trembling groans were wonderful to hear and the throbbing sensation was delicious against his tongue. He’d taken it all. His practice had paid off.

He pulled back out, giving it a long, loving stroke, all the way back to the tip. Then he delved back down before Rayne could think to beg for more. In and out, long, slow strokes, bobbing up and down as Rayne’s claws dug into his neck. He made sure to let out a moan whenever he could to assure his partner he was enjoying himself. His hands curled around his partner’s waist, gripping his hips, which began to buck gently each time he sank back down.

The musk was all he knew now. He was careful with his teeth, of course, but he’d mastered that ages ago. He continued to groan out of pure submission, and Rayne rewarded him with plenty of his own noises of appreciation. His lips sucked at the shaft, drawing out to the tip and then down around the base, the saliva making slick, wet sliding and sucking noises as he went. The throbbing was growing more eager now, as were the groans.

Rayne was full on moaning now, his slick cock sliding in and out of his lover’s mouth. Shade worked him mercilessly, twining his tongue around the shaft, kissing around the tip, plunging back down to the base. Then he felt it. A bulge right down at the end of the base, where his nose met fur. He was close. Shade devoured Rayne’s shaft fully, clasping his lips around that bulge. Rayne thrust his hips in response, an involuntary motion, his body reacting as if to a female in heat. Shade didn’t let go, but continued working around that full length, sucking and licking and tasting. The knot grew, pushing his lips, swelling like a balloon. He began to move again, pulling out and back in, but this time not touching the bulge. The shaft had never been harder. Rayne was moaning obscenities.

"F-fuck! I’m gonna—!"

Shade took it all, tip, shaft, and knot. Rayne spasmed, thick ropes of warm, gooey, salty seed hitting the back of Shade's throat. He swallowed, but it filled his mouth anyway, flooding across his tongue. He gulped it down gratefully, drinking it, knowing all the work he’d done had come to fruition.

At last, Rayne’s moans died down to breathless pants and Shade withdrew. The shaft glistened with saliva, a string still hanging between the tip and his chin, sparkling in the light. He swallowed again, making sure to get the last of it. Rayne pulled him up to meet him for a kiss, a wordless thank you for his pleasures. Shade moaned against his lips, sinking back into submission, letting Rayne take over.

His heartbeat quickened as Rayne took his shoulders with new strength, rolling him over. Rayne's head moved down between Shade's legs with a smirk, not to his twitching erection, but past that, beneath his hanging balls. The smirk became a grin as Rayne placed his hands beneath Shade’s buttocks, spreading them wide.

"My turn."

Shade's breath escaped him in wordless moans as Rayne’s tongue touched his sensitive opening. His cock throbbed, untouched, lying against his stomach. Rayne began moving in circles, licking around the tiny hole as Shade tried desperately to form the basis of words. All he managed were pitiful, submissive moans. He reached out to tend to his throbbing lup?n prick, but Rayne grabbed his wrist.

"Ah, ah. Let me," he said. Closing his fingers around the shaft, he began to stroke, keeping time with the movements of his tongue and keeping Shade squirming, begging for more. Rayne’s breath was warm on his thighs.

Shade moaned louder as Rayne’s tongue began to flick across his anus, just barely touching it each time, but still sending jolts of pleasure up Shade’s spine. Taking the ensuing moans and whimpers as encouragement, Rayne continued, flicking his tongue up and down, then circling again a few times, then back to the flicking, all the while his hand slowly stroked Shade's seven inch cock. It drove him wild.

Rayne’s hand moved faster, starting to pump Shade’s dick, while his tongue flicked faster still, just lightly touching the little ring of flesh. Shade was gasping, panting for breath. As the knot began to form, Rayne cupped his lover’s ass with his free hand and began to prod gently at Shade’s tight hole with his tongue. Shade moaned louder than ever. He was so close now…

Then, finally, Rayne gave one last push. His tongue slid in, all the way in, pushing at Shade's prostate and sending him over the edge. His body arched, thrusting his knotted cock into the open air, spraying thick splatters of jizz every which way. It continued like this for a time, most of it landing on his stomach or chest, matting his dark fur.

At last his body relaxed and he craned his neck from where he lay to see Rayne grinning. But wait. He hadn’t pulled his tongue out yet. That sensation of fullness hadn't left him.

"H-how…?" Shade stammered, confused. Rayne’s grin broadened and Shade felt him pull out, making him gasp. Rayne held up his hand, wiggling his fingers, the middle digit glistening with saliva.

"Tricky bastard…" Shade murmured. "Tricky, sexy, amazing bastard."

He wouldn't have thought it possible to be so caught in the heat of the moment that he actually mistook a finger for a tongue, but as knowledgeable as he was about other areas, Shade was almost entirely unfamiliar with the art of anal sex. Definitely on the receiving end, anyway. Somehow, he guessed, that would change soon.

He sighed as Rayne moved up and began to lick away the cum from his fur. He gasped and groaned, tensing as Rayne's tongue tickled the tip of his cock, issuing forth a few weak trickles of leftover seed.

"Thaat’s it," Rayne said, "give me every last drop."

Shade did as he was told, coaxing out every little throb he could muster until he was spent.

"All done?" Rayne asked.

"I… I think so," Shade panted.

Once he was licked clean, Rayne moved up next to him with a sigh, pressing against him.

"That… was… incredible," Shade sighed blissfully.

"You’re telling me!" Rayne chuckled. "Where did you even learn to do all of that?"

Shade smiled, aware of the light blush tinting his cheeks.

"I’ve been… practicing," he said, blushing more.

"Really?" Rayne said, donning a coquettish tone. "Practicing with anyone in particular?"

The blush must have been bright red now.

"Just… uh… Ami. Tirra."

Rayne smirked.

"I’ll have to thank them later," he said. "They taught you well. Very well…"

"Later," Shade murmured, closing his eyes and tightening his grip around Rayne’s body.

"Yeah," Rayne sighed. "Later."