It's Drooling...

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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#158 of Patreon Reward Vignettes

MERRY CHRISTMAS er... nah this isn't holiday themed

14th Vignette for Amuzi?i

Trench is gray-ace which means a lot of the time he has no sexual feelings, but sometimes he gets very intense sexual attractions. The muscular dragon finds himself in one of those moods and goes to his partner to take care of it.

Contains: Muscular Males, Empty Genital Slits, Null Features, Leaky Arousal, Flusterment, Greedy Humping, Sexual Appetite Made Literal, Slit Vore, Implied Absorption and Muscle Growth, with some light Fingering at the end.

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Trench bit his lip. The muscular dragon was half-sprawled on a futon couch with one leg laid out and the other foot set on the floor. He lowered a claw and ground the heel of his palm into the flat groin of his grey cargo pants. There was that feeling. That need.

Sometimes he went weeks without feeling it, but when it came, it came on hard. Trench stood up, claws clacking against the tile floor as he rose to his full ceiling-grazing height. Thankfully his partner was in the bedroom already. Broad shoulders swaying, the dragon started towards that spot, long powerful tail swishing behind him in agitated movements.

Dell was reading on the bed when their boyfriend arrived. The androgynous ferret's ear perked as the door opened. Using one of the flaps of the dust cover they marked their page and closed the book and looked up.

Trench's shoulders just barely made it through the doorway without him having to twist, but he certainly had to duck. The dragon let out a wordless croon to his partner as his eyes landed on them.

Setting the book onto the side table entirely, a blush crossed the ferret's face. "Oh, I supposed the pendulum's swung, has it?"

The dragon rumbled deep in his chest. "And hard..." He fumbled with his belt for a moment, before fully undoing his trousers. When they dropped, they revealed he had worn no undergarment. More pressing, it also revealed his genital slit, not uncommon amongst reptilians. It was not bulging from within, however a bit of clear fluid was starting to bead up at the lower end of its span.

Dell's blush deepened. "Oh, and you're already wet..." The ferret peeled off their shirt, revealing their slender upper body, absent of any hint of mammaries, nipples or otherwise, as well as a smooth belly showing no navel.

"Drooling." Trench stepped out of his cargos with a heavy thud against the bedroom carpet. He was not exactly in a mindset to step lightly, his muscular frame set on getting to his partner.

The ferret slipped out of their shorts, revealing that like their upper half, there was no definition between their legs at all, smooth all the way down, with just the curve of their hips to differentiate the zones of their form.

When the muscular male made it to the edge of the bed, he jutted his hips forward towards his partner, slit leaking more clear fluid by the moment. In their current position, it was face level with the ferret, encroaching on their space.

Still a bit flustered, Dell raised their hands to press on the scales on either side of the slit, before dragging outward. They looked into the fleshy gap, deep purple beyond the surface. In most cases, one would expect to find the hidden hemipenes or united penis waiting to press forward. Or, in other cases, the cloaca leading deeper inside. But the slit terminated a couple inches deep with no sign of the genitals it was evolved to conceal.

Trench rolled his hips with a grunt, the belly of his tail thudding against the floor insistently. The muscle contraction also tugged the edges of the slit towards one another against his partner's grip. With the flesh parted, the 'drooling' comparison was more apt, the slightly viscous substance connecting wall to wall like drool between the roof of a maw and its tongue.

The ferret was transfixed momentarily as they took in this sight.

"Okay, Dell..." The dragon rumbled, lowering one hand to stroke the back of his partner's head. "You know that when I've got sexual appetite, I need to feed it..."

"I know..." Dell murmured, readjusting their grip to run their thumbs along either glistening lip of the open slit. Their eyes were still fixated on the inside, the running drool, the heated pulsing...

A needy grunt escaped Trench as he pulled from his grip on the back of the ferret's head.

The mustelid tensed, preparing to resist the sudden pressure, but was not expecting the twisting motion caused by only one hand moving by the elbow inward... Dell's left hand slipped off their boyfriend's scales and right into the hungry opening. At the same time, their other hand slipped the same way, right off of Trench's hip.

The dragon moaned as the hand vanished inside of his slit, followed by foot after foot of the ferret's arm. His scales closed eagerly over the elbow before spreading with a needy flex to accept more into the deceptively shallow entrance.

Dell moaned, eyes going a bit unfocused as their right arm drooped limp, eyes focused on the point where their arm just vanished into the oncoming flesh. With the way their boyfriend was pushing and rolling his hips, their head would be next. The ferret's eyes rolled back in pleasure before their muzzle met the drooling slit.

Trench leaned forward, slamming his free palm against the wall beyond the bed as he brought his hips down, thrusting over the ferret's torso. His slit wrapped over the untaken shoulder easily, pinning the loose arm to their side. He grunted with lust, thrusting downward with his hips over and over, getting closer to horizontal.

The mustelid's lower legs stayed braced against the bedding, even pressing up onto their knees during a particularly active backstroke amongst the thrusting. Dell's tail and thighs were vanishing rapidly, with no sign as to just where they were going.

Before long, the dragon collapsed onto the bed, gritting his teeth and rutting into the bedding with abandon. The lower legs of the ferret were shoved in with each rolling thrust, their toes still digging into the blankets until they fully vanished beneath the breadth of their boyfriend. Trench bellowed out, clearly striking his climax, tail striking the floor between his feet as he trembled on the bed.

Then he slumped down, panting heavily. His shirt was straining against his back muscles in a way they hadn't been when he arrived. He slowly rolled over, to reveal his pectorals were similarly tugging at the fabric that had merely showcased his size before. His arms threatened to split seams. His thighs swelled and tensed with powerfully corded muscle with each little shift of his clawed feet.

The dragon slowly lowered his fingers to his genital slit, rubbing into the flesh there. He could only delve his fingers about to the second knuckle before he hit the bottom, no sign of his partner anywhere. His other hand cupped one of his pecs and he gave it a kiss through his own shirt. "Thanks honey..."