Blowing Off Some Canine Steam
There's plenty of ways to have fun at a convention, and for some, the best of all is to enjoy some naughty fun outside of the dances. Zandafrost64 finds himself on the dance floor with Cid, the otter, but he's quickly pulled from it by the aquatic trickster!
Zanda allows himself to be pulled into a dark hallway, away from the dance. Security is all around and looking for troublemakers, but that doesn't stop Cid from helping himself to a mouthful of Zanda's cock, right in the middle of the convention space! The poor folf can only lean against a wall and try not to cum, but when Cid has his lips around your tool, it's only a matter of time.
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"Come on...this place is perfect! I'm telling you!"
It was hard to hear Cid saying much of anything over the sound of the loud, blaring speakers in the crowded ballroom, but Zanda couldn't resist following when he felt a quick tug on his wrist. He'd been dancing with the otter for the last hour, and though he was getting the impression that Cid was into him, he had no idea that the otter's personality could be as aggressive as his dance moves.
"You really don't think anyone will see us back here?" Zanda asked, and though his mind was filled with doubts and concerns, his legs betrayed them the entire way. His body continued to follow without thought, as if Cid was tugging on his nervous system, rather than his wrist. "It just feels awfully close to the dance, is all."
"It is close to the dance. I still wanna feel the bass while we do it."
Zanda wasn't sure what he'd gotten himself into anymore, but if nothing else, it seemed that Cid was just looking for a good time, and apparently, he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. "Y-you...you're really into this kinda stuff, aren't you?"
"Sex on the dance floor is probably my favorite thing, but there's way too much security in there to risk it, so...long as I can hear the music and feel the beat out here, it'll be close enough. You think you're ready?"
The narrow, dark hallway that Cid escorted Zanda to obscured the brilliant, blue hair dye in the otter's headfur, and the forest green "80" that was patterned into Zanda's fur, but it didn't quite hide the mischievous and narrowed gaze of the otter, as he began sinking down to his knees.
"I...I m-mean, I..." Zanda stammered quietly as his head continued to cock to the left and the right, nervous that convention security might show up at any minute and spoil their fun. "I...guess I could use a quick warm up?"
Though Zanda never specified what act he needed, Cid was already a few steps ahead of him. His paws were quick, and working in the dark, Zanda wasn't actually able to see just how quickly Cid was able to undo his belt, or fish the bright, uniquely green flesh of his cock out of his black jeans.
He was certainly able to feel how quick Cid was to the punch, however, as a presence of moisture gathered on the very tip of his cock.
Wishing that he could see just a little bit better, Zanda gazed down and was still able to see the warm, flat flesh of Cid's tongue pressed against the very tip of his canine manhood, and with each delicate, playful slurp, Cid drew more and more of the length from Zanda's sheath. Inches continued to poke and prod at Cid's slippery tongue until the bulge of Zanda's knot began to emerge, and Cid giggled as he wrapped a paw around the base of the sheath and brushed his cheek along the warm, throbbing rod.
"Is that warmed up enough?" he asked, giving a few playful, teasing squeezes around the thick, heavy orbs in Zanda's sack, "Or should I keep going?"
Cid's oral skills were on a level unlike anything Zanda had ever felt before, and though wrapping the otter around his cock sounded incredible, he had to see what Cid could really do. "K-keep...keep going!"
The desperate, moaned order perked Cid's ears right up, and their rounded flesh flickered toward the sound as he went right back to work. One paw stayed on the balls and playfully fondled them as the other wrapped around the base of Zanda's shaft, and without a hint of shame, Cid licked his lips before opening up wide and stuffing his mouth with the tasty member that he'd been granted.
In a flash, his lips were meeting with the fist of his paw, and Zanda watched as his entire flesh disappeared within the warm, moist confines of Cid's inviting muzzle.
Clenching down on Cid's shoulder as he leaned back against the wall of the hallway, Zanda sucked in a deep breath and readied a moan, but ended up biting down on his lower lip, knowing that the sound would have almost certainly attracted security. "F-fuck! How...h-how did you take it all like that?" he stammered out, fighting his own voice every step of the way and keeping it to low, quiet grunts.
Cid was too greedy to give up sucking away to form a proper reply. He was loving the tapered texture of the canine length against his tongue, and the tip began rubbing at the back of his throat as he slowly pulled his jerking paw from the base of the flesh. He took time to wink up at Zanda, but that was the only response the folf was going to get, and he didn't know that he'd be able to reply, regardless.
His claws dug into the mesh of Cid's fishnet tank top and began tearing through the thin fabric, but Cid didn't mind; he sealed his lips tighter and began sucking with even greater intensity at the sound, until Zanda felt as if extra inches were being added to his cock by the depth that it reached. Every sensation, from the smooth surface of Cid's throat to the warm and slippery flesh of his tongue was piling up on the folf, and tired legs were starting to shake with orgasmic delight as Cid bobbed his head, throwing all caution to the wind.
If security happened upon them in the next moment, the otter simply would have asked them to join in.
"Cid...I c-c-can't hold o-out..." Zanda winced his eyes shut tight for a moment, but he refused to deny himself the dimly lit show. He couldn't help but watch as Cid, hearing the warning, slammed the end of his muzzle against Zanda's crotch and swallowed his throat around it, coaxing the cum right from the canine's orbs. He could feel the thick, heavy vein upon the underside pumping and pounding against his tongue, and the tension of each of Zanda's orbs as they drained, sending a healthy helping of canine seed right into the otter's throat.
Cid never skipped a beat. Already swallowing to tease the folf, he felt the warm, sticky ejaculate against the roof of his mouth and rumbled with delight as he welcomed it into his stomach. He could have easily taken the load, but instead, he gazed up to Zanda with a dreamy air in his eyes and pulled back, allowing the canine to see the webs of thick, creamy cum before he swallowed them down into his throat. Clinging to the messy cock and holding it much like a pet, Cid rubbed the bridge of his muzzle and his cheeks against the slicked shaft, allowing the last of Zanda's yield to spill down over the sides of his face.
His cheeks and chin were painted with the excess cum that Zanda was saving up, and Cid couldn't help giggling each time he felt a throb from the wide, bulbous knot that he held.
"So much for the grand finale," Cid murmured, though he wasn't upset in the least. He could have stopped at any time, but he was in a mood to find out what Zanda tasted like, down to the very core of his manhood. "But...we can always pick this up again later, if you're up for it?"
Zanda wouldn't need too much time to recover. He was panting and slumped against the wall, but his face was twisted up in delight, and his eyes were cast down on Cid with a sense of desire that was even greater than before, now that he was over his concerns about being found by convention security.
"Your place or mine, otter?"
Cid snickered and shook his head. Slurping some of the excess seed from his lips, he gazed down the hallway and noticed that they hadn't been caught...at least, not yet.
"Right here, Zanda. Right now."