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Hello, friends and frenemies (you know who you are... ;3 kidding)! Welcome to Free Association, Episode 33!

If you're new and interested in this fine series, you'll probably enjoy starting off with Episode 1! Have a nice time reading through it!

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_ Friday. _

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The first time had been... strange.

Mitch's eyes had gone to his footpaws like magnets, the way they always seemed to. His fluffy face feather-furs had tufted up in that familiar blush... His ears had been down and back, embarrassed; his tail had flicked agitatedly behind him. Even has his beak worked slowly, trying to come up with a verbal reply.

It had been yesterday. Thanksgiving. They'd been standing in his room, about to run over to Mitch's dorm to grab him some more clothes and things... Given that his roommate was gone, there was no particular reason he shouldn't stay the night until next week. The dragon was proud of managing to convince his shy friend of that.

Standing so still, yet fidgeting like always... trembling just a little as the dragon's paws gripped his shoulders...

It was hard to manage, because of the... differences. It was strange. Neither of them had much experience.

Or any, really.

But it was... nice.

And now... Daniel couldn't get it out of his mind.

It was growing late. They'd spent the day together, playing video games. They'd gone to a movie earlier, a matinee. Cheaper. Daniel paid, over the gryphon's quiet protestations.

It wasn't hard to get Mitch to go along with you. You just had to... do things. He'd object in his soft voice and blush and stand there working his paws together... but he wouldn't stop you. He was too shy to do more than say things, and watch whatever happened. It made flirting with him easy... but it was something Daniel didn't want to take advantage of too often.

They held paws after the lights went down. Daniel had started giving the other male a little paw-on-paw massage. He'd thought, grinning, that he was lucky Mitch hadn't jizzed his pants, by the end of it. The avian mammal was so cute when he was monstrously turned on.

Hell. Like that was the only time the college dude was all sorts of adorkable. He was so... exotic-looking. A gryphon. With those long, slender, flexible feathers that moved and felt so much like fur, broader around his neck, narrower and shorter on his legs... That long feline tail with the tuft at the end, those big, rounded kitty paws... the sharp features of a raptor, with just a hint of cat in the jawline and brow, and those small tuft-y triangular ears...

And so nice to hold, late at night, in just their underwear, so nice to wrap his arms around. Spooning. He'd always wanted to spoon someone. Mitch made a great little spoon, even if he was a bit more solidly built than the slender dragon.

He wouldn't mind doing that again tonight.

But now... as their paws roved over thumbsticks and triggers, as his gaze strayed on occasion over across the end of the bed, across the space between them...

...Daniel just wanted to kiss him again.

The gryphon was absorbed, focused on his gaming. He was good. It was something they had in common. It was how they'd met. Games. He was really good; Daniel was growing to respect the sheer speed of the guy's tactical decisions.

What the heck was he in college for, again? Something science-y...

...If he weren't so damn shy, he'd make a great military officer. No joke. Daniel wasn't as smart as his brother Vlad, and the 'rents couldn't have possibly afforded college without all the scholarships the older, ruby-scaled dragon was working his ass off to maintain. Daniel had considered the military, himself. Maybe now that DADT was history... it was worth considering again.

Mitch would probably worry about him, if he did that, though. And it would suck, to be away from the gryphon, off in India or Portugal or somewhere dangerous... Another glance across the way. Heh. Those wide gray eyes, fixed on the screen...

He wondered whether Mitch wouldn't object to hanging around in their underwear again. That had been fun. His eyes strayed down to the gryphon's pants... the swishy kind, windpants or whatever they were actually called. Daniel just called them swishy pants.

...Which had a bit of a different meaning, when you were talking to a cute guy you liked, heheh. Swishy, indeed.

Boom! "Haaaaaahaha, oh you ate that one!" the gryphon mocked, spinning his thumbsticks in a victory dance. He glanced over to the dragon, grinning.

Daniel smiled back.

Mitch's expression changed slowly, as he caught the subtext of the dragon's look. His grin fell into an uncertain grimace, his ears went back a little... but after a moment, he smiled just a bit. A very different kind of smile from his earlier grin...

"What's up?" He asked.

"Nothin'," the dragon replied. "I just like you."

The return smile was marked by a little blush, but it was warm and sweet, as well. "Like you too, Dan," came the quiet response. After a moment, he continued. "You... tired of playing video games?" he asked, knowingly, yet hesitantly.

"A bit," Daniel admitted. "I think..."

Slowly, he set his controller down.

"...I think I want some more practice."

Mitch processed that. His blush grew slowly as he recalled words spoken, teasing jokes made. "...O-oh..."

"Would you like that?" the dragon asked, ever sensitive to the other man's habitual discomfort with even the most mildly homosexual behavior. Even with the gryphon's shy acquiescence... it had taken such a long time, for him to be even marginally comfortable with this... thing. With what was happening to the two of them.

With falling in love, Daniel thought.

"Yeah, okay..." the gryphon allowed, weakly, with a little grin. "M-man... my heart wasn't... fluttering like this a second ago..."

Daniel laughed, deep and quiet. He didn't say anything. Sometimes you don't need to say anything.

The gryphon's controller slowly sank to the blanket beside its twin... as Daniel's eyes slid shut, and all the muscles in the mammal's back tensed.

So very strange. That smooth, sharp-edged curve, pressing against his mouth... it was like nosing against an eggshell. Very smooth, though, and surprisingly... flexible... it was firm, but it moved against him; the gryphon could change the angle of it by moving muscles at the base. The root was a bit more flex-y, the tip a bit firmer.

It wasn't like how you'd expect a kiss to be.

But that didn't mean... it didn't take the dragon's breath away.

The hook at the end got in the way a little. Daniel tended to have to come from underneath, and let it poke into his mouth. He noticed Mitch shivered, when his tongue moved against it... The gryphon's beak was sensitive, it wasn't a piece of unfeeling armor. Touching it felt nice... to both of them.

Their mouths parted.

"Have you ever... french-kissed anybody?" Daniel asked softly.

"N-no..." came the nervous reply.

Smile. "Neither have I."

Mitch was in his arms, positively shaking, paws clinging to his t-shirt as the dragon bent over his face. Dang, that beak was sharp! He could feel the hook digging into the edge of his mouth, and yeow! No question that Mitch's heritage involved some birds of prey!

Inside, however... his beak was smooth, and soft, and surprisingly roomy. Big beak. With a nice, narrow triangular tongue inside, shyly poking at his own as air shuddered in and out of his nares.

The more he moved his tongue... the more Mitch seemed overwhelmed. Gone. Daniel wrapped his arms tightly around the mammal's shoulders and held him close. He let the gryphon rest his weight in them, let him relax, slip deep into internal bliss. It was so natural. Just... kissing a guy, and carrying him away like that. He'd always been a lot shyer with girls, for all that he found them nice to look at. But with guys... at least, with Mitch... It was just...

One particularly aggressive change in their position made the gryphon utter a little squeak.

He's so fucking cute! The surge of d'aww made him hug the avian a little closer, lean over him a little more, play tongue tag a little more spiritedly. Mitch was responding. Oh gosh, how he was responding... not just with his tongue, but with the faint movement of his torso and legs, with the way his paws slid up to Daniel's shoulders, with those soft noises and the pants in between their passionate mutual mouth manipulation.

Some part of the dragon's brain was primed to respond to such things. Primed, to cue him up one giant boner. Preparation.

Really had to be careful of that beak hook, it was scraping him up a bit. Daniel drew back, rubbing at the side of his mouth a little, and smiled at the mammal. "Hey, uh..."

"Y-yeah?" Mitch was breathing hard. His blush, ever a gauge of the dragon's success, was subtle but present. That was about where it should be kept, he was learning... not too strong, but still there. Mitch was quite... agreeable, around that range; excited and not too nervous.

The dragon didn't like making him too nervous.

Daniel smiled slightly. "You wanna maybe... do what we did yesterday?"

Mitch looked at him wordlessly, and then smiled a little bit. "W-well..." he murmured.

"...I was thinking maybe this time... we could do it... you know, not under the covers," the dragon rumbled. "So we can... watch."

Blink, blink. Blush. "O-oh... thaaaat thing..."

Daniel grinned a little. "Yeah... that thing." This morning had been quite unexciting after yesterday; the dragon had had to pee pretty badly when he woke up, and when he returned Mitch was already halfway dressed.

He'd wondered what that meant.

"Well, well..." Mitch's blush was slowly getting stronger, but it wasn't into the danger zone yet... and the look in his shifting eyes was quite... interesting. "I... I, uh..." He gulped, visibly, and managed to meet the dragon's gaze for all of a second. "I... kinda wanted to... maybe do other things..." he whined.

Daniel looked at him uncertainly... and then abruptly panicked.

Oh crap... have I been forcing him into this? What if he'd been misreading the gryphon the whole time? What if he wasn't embarrassed because he was excited, but because he didn't want this to be happening?

Noooooooooooo!!!

It would be like him, to be too shy to just say 'stahppit'... the dragon realized, stomach churning. Hell... for a little while he'd been pretty sure Mitch didn't even like him! He was more confident that the gryphon wasn't straight, now, from his... responses... but that doesn't mean he wants to be doing all this stuff with you, dragon!

Mitch had looked up twice, now, both brief, uncertain glances; when Daniel didn't say anything, he cleared his throat softly. "L-like... like, um... M-maybe... I could... do somethingswithmbmlrk..." he trailed off, blushing hard.

The dragon tuned back in, processing on the fly. "Huh?" he queried automatically.

Another quick glance. Mitch wasn't smiling. "I... I said I could... do some things with... g-goddammit-I-wanna-beak-you-okay-there-I-said-it!" he spouted in a rush, and then eeped immediately and put both his paws over the end of his beak, mortified.

Daniel stared... and found himself smiling, slowly, as the words sunk into his brain. "Oh... those sorts of 'other things'..."

Man... something about using that noun as a verb...

Mitch's eyes were peeking out above his paws. The very top edge of his cheeks were showing, feathers all fluffed up, skin under it red. "I... I can't believe I just said that..." he mumbled.

The reptile chuckled a little, and raised one paw to gently push the gryphon's away from his face. "Wasn't expecting it myself..." He gave the gryphon a soft little kiss on the tip of the beak.

"S-so... so can I do it?" the avian sputtered, earnest. His blush was fading now.

Daniel breathed out, and felt his breath tremble a little bit. "O-okay..." he said.

The revelation that Mitch wanted to move forward, not back, hadn't done much to quiet the nervousness in his stomach.

The gryphon looked up at him, and then abrputly lunged forward, pressing his beak against the dragon's muzzle. "Oh gosh, Dan," he babbled, in between soft but rapid kisses, "I've always wanted to do that - mmh - I mean, I've read - read about it on the internet, and - mm - it's supposed to feel really... ah, mmm, good, like better than - than with a muzzle even, according to, mmmmm... g-guys with bird boyfriends, or, you know, friends... mm, I've always wanted to do it, it turns me on so much thinking about it..." Saying that produced another blush, which was enough to get him to draw back a bit. "I, imean... I'll try to make it really good, I promise I won't hurt you or anything, I've never done it but I've read all sorts of stuff about how to do it good and how to not slice the guy up and stuff..."

The dragon found himself chuckling a little nervously. "You've sure done your research for me, haven't you?"

Mitch opened his mouth, and no sound came out. His ears went from forward to back. He looked down, and then glanced up shyly. "I... I really... I just..." he mumbled.

"It's okay... I think it's kinda cute..." the dragon breathed. His heart always started pounding so hard whenever Mitch did that shy thing he did.

Slowly, he reached out, and took hold of the mammal's paws in his own. The gryphon's eyes found his.

"There are a lot of things we can do together that are fun. And most of them we don't even have to take our clothes off for," he murmured, with a big smile. "I think that's... really great, you know. That we have so much in common. It makes..." He swallowed. "It makes the other things... even more exciting."

They sat there for a moment, looking at each other.

"I guess... we should take our clothes off..." Mitch mumbled, after a moment.

"You don't have to if you don't want."

"N-no..." the gryphon protested. "That's not fair... if you're doing it, I should do it too." He took a deep breath. "It's... I don't like... doing that around people. Even just underwear, that was... a lot for me. But..." He gulped, and the look in his shy eyes was warm. "If it's you... I trust you." Slowly, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. "And... I like you..."

Daniel beamed at that. The gryphon made him feel so nice... Slowly, he followed Mitch's lead, stripping off his shirt, unbuttoning his jeans. Sliding off his socks. Chuckling a bit. Sitting with the other male on his bed, staring at each other... both of them with cottony tents between their legs.

He had a mostly naked cute guy in his bed... and it wasn't the first time! Wow, what a feeling...

The gryphon glanced down at the protruding front of his briefs, which bore a fairly large wet spot. "I'll... I'll go... first..." he mumbled shyly, gripping the sides in his fists.

Daniel gulped... and watched, as the gryphon pulled his last piece of clothing off.

Hm. Pubic feathers... now that was something you didn't see every day. Unless you were an avian.

Overall, the skin was partly bare, partly covered in light down; only above Mitch's sheath was there anything longer and fluffier. And the sheath itself was all the more impressive for its stark, faintly fuzzy exposure; particularly thick, and dark brownish-black, it hung between his legs solidly, wrinkling a little. The tannish prick rising from it was quite thick at the base, but tapered considerably to a blocky conical head after a distance that was respectable, but not remarkable. Below this quivering monument, the gryphon's ballsack hung loosely, its occupants twitching a little under the random movement of his inner muscles.

More feline than avian, down there... but as always, aspects of both. Daniel didn't see any spines, and the shape of that triangular glans...

Mitch, blushing, squirmed out of his underwear and scrambled up close to the dragon; Daniel leaned back hesitantly against his pillows, upper back striking his headboard. "I wanna suck you..." the gryphon mumbled shyly, paws between his thighs, dick between his paws. Daniel watched his ropy little tail flick behind him.

"...Go ahead, then..." the dragon rumbled. His breath was shallow. He watched as Mitch hesitantly reached out... touched his boxers, feeling the cloth, sliding up toward the elastic... Daniel had to help, shifting his hips up so Mitch could tug down his waistband, pull it toward his ankles. The dragon's breath caught; he shivered. The gryphon disentangled his boxers from his clawed footpaws, slid them off his tail; Daniel lay back tensely, visibly shaking. He felt Mitch's paws on his knees; he watched the gryphon nose in toward his tubular sheath and jet-black pubic fur.

"Um... S... S-sorry it's kinda small..." he mumbled.

The gryphon glanced up at him, face registering mild surprise. "It's not that small..." he replied, looking back to the firm red shaft.

"Yeah, it is," Daniel said flatly. "Don't think I haven't measured."

A tense silence. He could almost feel the other guy 'evaluating'. But... hell, it was better getting it out there, than... just knowing, even if the gryphon never said anything.

"Well... It isn't really the longest... or the thickest, I guess... but I like it, Dan, I think it's nice." The avian looked up at him earnestly. "Can I... can I touch it?"

"Yeah, sure..." the reptile allowed, uncertain why exactly he had wanted to do this. He shivered, as the other male tentatively poked... and then wrapped a couple digits around his dick. Followed by his whole paw. There wasn't much poking past it.

Blushing, the dragon looked away. Man, why did I think this was a good idea? This is just plain humiliating...

The gryphon rumbled a bit, moving his paw slowly up over the end, and back down. Daniel's cock strained eagerly in his grip; the dragon shivered and gasped. "You like this, Dan?" he murmured.

"I... I guess..." the dragon whined awkwardly, flicking a rapid glance up at the gryphon.

Chagrined, Mitch withdrew his paw awkwardly... and then dropped his head, blushing, and nosed in.

The dragon shivered as he felt smooth beak... on something other than his lips. "Wh... what are you doing?" he murmured, watching the gryphon nuzzling his cock.

"I'm gonna give you a beakjob," Mitch said quietly, shy but fervent. "Like I said." Slowly, he extended his pointy little tongue... and licked up the underside of the cock before him.

"At least you won't gag..." the dragon grumbled sardonically, folding his arms.

Mitch flicked a glance up at him, looking almost... hurt... Then, suddenly, he lowered his head, and stuffed the dragon's penis into his mouth.

It wasn't painful, exactly... but the sudden presence of sharp beak-edges against his sensitive flesh was a bit of a shock to the dragon. He squeaked, sucked in air through his teeth, tensed up...

...but, quite abruptly, that reaction was due to anything but fear.

It was very smooth.

The tissue lining the gryphon's beak was soft, and very, very smooth. The avian's stubby tongue was pointy and agile, as it spiraled around the right side of his tool. The hook on the end of his upper mandible was very carefully put to one side, pressing against the dragon's sheath, and he held his beak closed with just the right amount of tension to make it feel tight... but not enough to press the sharp edges in too hard.

He was rocking his head up and down. Only a little bit, but very firmly. And his tongue was... sweeping, back and forth, in time with that motion. Curling around the dragon's shaft, around his glans, with each stroke, almost aggressively.

"AaaaAaaaaAaaahhhhhh..." the dragon groaned weakly, clinging to Mitch's shoulders with his paws. "H-hhholy shit... Aaaangh..."

It felt... hot. Steamy. Abruptly, the dragon was conscious that he was sweating... clenching his fists around feathers, flexing his muscles... reacting to the stimulation taking place below his waistline. He bucked his hips a little, unable to help himself.

"Aaaah... M-mitch... Yeah like that, ffff - "

The gryphon glanced up at him quickly, shyly, and redoubled his efforts. He was really trying. He was... Wow. The guy was going all out. He was twisting his head a little... swirling his tongue around... he was moving faster, harder.

To be fair, the drake had been right. He hadn't gagged once.

"O-oh god, Mitch..."

He was also doing a spectacular job of pushing Daniel toward orgasm, faster and more intensely than the reptile could ever remember approaching it.

"Aaaaah... M-mitch... Mitch, stop for a second..."

The gryphon glanced up at him, and redoubled his efforts.

"Nnngh... ngh, seriously, Mitch, stop..." He pawed at the avian's face, and then just gripped his skull and pulled. Careful of the sharp edges, he drew the slobbering mammal off his twitching tool.

The grypon licked his beak, and looked up at him slowly, inquiringly.

Daniel was panting. "I... I want to... would it be okay if..."

The two stared at each other, one out of breath due to oral stimulation, the other due to oral preoccupation.

"...Can we have sex?" the dragon whispered.

It was nearly... literal. Not 'May we have sex,' however ridiculous that would have sounded. The drake's tone was half wonderment, half inquiry... all lust. The air smelled like aroused dragon...

The air smelled like aroused gryphon.

Breathing roughly, the two erect males stared at each other, hardly able to believe they had found themselves in this situation. Mitch swallowed visibly, and opened his mouth in reply.

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This was probably the most difficult episode of FA I have written yet. Caused me quite a bit of writer's block and repeated revising. I'm still not entirely happy with it. I hope I managed to pull off the character development that's happening in the right way - both of them are mired in it, in this one.

See you guys next week.