Reunion
#2 of Fae's Flash Fiction
Hey, look! Fae's alive, and he's writing! Yes, I'm back to my old tricks again. This is just a little piece of flash fiction-y porn to get the juices flowing again, and then I'll be all ready and rearing to go for Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special 2011! More details will be in my"I'm Back!"journal, so let's just get right into the flash fiction!
- Fae
Fae's Flash Fiction - Reunion
Sometimes, three years was too long to go without seeing a friend. Sometimes, three years was too long to go without fucking that friend. Sometimes, fixing the problem means doing stuff that can get you thrown in jail. Little things, like dragging a friend directly from the plane he's arrived on through the terminal and to the nearest bathroom stall.
Draconic arms were strong. They were stronger still when they clutched a much smaller otter very tightly between them. A black travel bag bounced over the otter's shoulder, slung precariously there as the dragon tugged his smaller companion through a sea of other bodies. His eyes were fixed firmly on the signage around the airport. Food. Departure lounge. Bathroom. There it was.
He didn't waste any time with the other patrons of the restrooms. Of the ten stalls arrayed against one wall, only one at the near end was occupied. Perfect. The dragon grinned as his black scales glinted in the dim light of the bathroom, and he didn't allow his otter friend the barest hint of a protest before he darted to the end of the bathroom. The otter was stuffed inside quickly, and the dragon followed before he latched the door closed.
Eager tongues met in breathy mouths. The bag dumped from a shoulder and slid down to rest behind the toilet, as fingers fumbled at belts and buttons and buckles. It had been promised, after all. "Five minutes," he'd said, years ago when they'd last met. "Five minutes after you get here, you're getting fucked. I'm not waiting next time." As the otter clambered up over the toilet and hiked his tail, the dragon checked his watch. Three minutes, forty-six seconds.
He could stand being a little early.
The dragon's pants dropped around his ankles as his shaft emerged from his genital slit. Inch after inch of pulsating flesh revealed itself to the otter about to service it, and the dragon grinned as that otter shivered with anticipation. His friend's own smaller shaft was already fully hard, drooling down into the toilet below him. So eager.
If it had been anyone else, the dragon might have been concerned about his partner when he thrust forward and hilted himself in one, smooth stroke. His shaft was far from modest, after all, and he stretched the otter out far and wide around his malehood as he bottomed out. A shudder rolled through him as he heard his friend squeak with delight; a webbed paw clapped around his muzzle kept him from further outbursts. The dragon grinned down at him. Little size queen'd been playing with his toys on the flight, he'd said. Just to get ready. Just to be ready for his dragon.
The dragon rocked hard up against the stuffed rump before him, ground hard against the thick fur and drew back. He felt the otter squeeze down harder as he whimpered from behind his paw, and the dragon could only grin. He couldn't help himself. Other passengers could come into the bathroom any second. Security could. He needed to tend to his friend as he promised.
He wasn't gentle. He couldn't be, not with how snug his friend felt around his sizable shaft. It wasn't the clench of a massive size difference, though that certainly helped milk out each new spurt of slick pre. It was the squeeze of someone who regularly took something hot and hard under their tail, and knew just how to work it. It was the embrace of an experienced backside, and the dragon leaned over the smaller otter as he sheathed himself inside it again and again.
His ridges caught on the otter's tailring as his tapered tip slid up and along his prostate. Every long, smooth thrust speared the otter so deeply that, if experience hadn't taught the dragon anything, he might have been afraid to rip his friend in half. One arm wrapped around the otter's body, and the dragon tingled as he felt his own shaft through his friend's belly as he bottomed out again. It was one thing to hear about or see that little belly bulge with a big cock pushing it out. It was quite another to own the cock that did it.
The dragon wrapped his arms tightly around his partner as he sawed that thick, draconic length back and forth. Just as tightly, he felt the otter clench down around him to milk his shaft of every precious, hot drop of pre. He could feel the hunger in his friend's body, the need for something denied for so long. It was desperation given physical form, and that would have been given auditory form had the otter not begun to bite down on his own fist to keep from screaming out with pleasure.
The sight of it and the feel of every little squeeze was intoxicating, overwhelming. It lit up the dragon's mind and spurred him into an equally needful frenzy of thrusts. He rutted the otter. Making love and having sex - tenderness and playfulness - could wait for the bedroom. There, in the airport bathroom stall, they simply fucked. He took his fill of the otter's hole, as he felt his body tingle with the desire to give something back.
With a bite of his tongue, the dragon held back a triumphant roar of fulfilled need. His shaft twitched heavily once, twice, and then finally began to erupt deep within the otter. A torrent of pent up seed saved for a week just for that moment burst out of him, one pulse after another claiming the innermost depths of his friend. He felt the otter tingle and shake in his grip as he painted the mustelid's insides with each fresh spurt of his seed, even as the otter's orgasm poured down into the toilet beneath.
The dragon grinned as his otter squirmed firmly back into the spurting shaft buried in his rump. He ground up and in as he allowed himself a contented little growl. After all, he'd promised.
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