(Happening at the same time as "Glory x Tsunami")
"Fuck, this is so hot."
"Told you." Deathbringer sighed, his hand firmly stroking his cock. He glanced over to Riptide as he was rubbing his own penis - a little shorter than his own, but thicker at the base. "We've got the best seat in the house."
"Can't argue with that. You couldn't get a better angle of them if you planned this out."
"Maybe it was." The Nightwing stated. "This perch is new, and maybe I convinced Glory to put this and that window there."
"Ha! Why? Doesn't seem very safe, having a straight shot to your queen's quarters."
"I like to watch," Deathbringer confessed, "And sometimes Glory does, too. Keeps the relationship fresh, you know?"
"Oh really? That sounds- Aw barnacles, they fell off the couch!" Deathbringer looked up, and indeed the window was dark and empty now. Riptide's tail slapped the floor in frustration. "I was so close, damn it!" The Seawing continued to stroke himself, trying to keep his boner going without the show.
"Can't keep it up without any action?" The Nightwing asked, eyeing him with a new sense of curiosity.
"Shut up!" Riptide hissed, "Do you know how hard it is to find good porn in the Sea Kingdom? It's not like Queen Coral writes anything, at least without hiding it behind so many metaphors that you don't know if characters are mating or doing taxes! We're not a bunch of free-love sea-monkeys like the Rainwings, or-"
"Maybe I can help you with that?" Deathbringer suggested, sliding out of his spot and moving in front of the beefy Seawing. The Nightwing slid his way between Riptide's legs, surprising him and making him fall onto his back.
"D-d-Deathbringer?!" He stammered, "Are you crazy? W-what're you doing?!" He would've protested further, but got cut off as he felt another hand touch his sensitive unit.
"Our girlfriends are over there, having a passionate and fun night without us." Deathbringer pointed out, his ebony paw sliding up and down Riptide's hot pink shaft, his warm breath setting the nerves along his crotch alight. "What's to stop us from having a little fun ourselves?" The Seawing was looking increasingly uncomfortable, and the Nightwing slowed. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, turning more serious, "I understand if this is a little much-"
"N-no," Riptide stammered, blushing profusely at this point, "I just... I-I've never done anything sexual with a guy before."
"And yet you were up for masturbating with me while watching our girlfriends fuck?" Deathbringer countered, raising an eyebrow. Riptide looked away. Deathbringer thought for a moment, slowly stroking and keeping his friend's penis erect.
"Why don't we make things interesting?" The Nightwing suggested, looking around the room as he searched for something. He found it, and placed it on the ground next to them - a tiny hourglass. "This goes for one minute," He explained, leaning over the Seawing, "During that time, I'm going to suck on your dick, and do everything I can to make you cum. If you can last the entire minute, you can fuck me like you fuck Tsunami. But if you can't..." He stood directly above Riptide, nosetip to nosetip, their penises rubbing against one another. "...I'll fuck you like I fuck Glory. A pretty fair exchange, wouldn't you agree?"
Riptide stared back, blushing profusely. He'd always been in control of things when it came to the bedroom. Even with Tsunami, as both his Princess and the initiator of their relationship, would let him take control of their sexual activities. But Deathbringer had this charisma, this potent energy radiating off him. When he looked into his eyes, the eyes of a dragon who had killed dozens and could easily kill him now if he wished, made the big, beefy Seawing feel weak, small, vulnerable. It was scary, and yet part of him was really liking this. The Nightwing was right: If their ladies were going to have fun with each other all night long, why shouldn't they?
"Alright," Riptide answered, barely keeping a tremor out of his voice, "I'll play along. Let's see what you can do."
Deathbringer smiled, grinding his dick against Riptide's. "Good," He snickered, "Let's see how that Seawing endurance compares." He slid back down his body. Riptide's tip bumped into his chin, a thin line of pre briefly connecting them. Hot breath sent chills down his spine, as the Nightwing reached over to the hourglass.
"Ready?" He stared into Riptide's eyes, one hand on the hourglass, the other holding the spot between the Seawing's slit and anus. Riptide nodded rapidly. He flipped the hourglass.
A long, warm, wet tongue licked Seawing cock from base to tip. The Nightwing's tongue wrapped itself around thick, warm meat, guiding it into his hungry maw. Riptide's eyes fluttered, the feeling setting his nerves on fire. Deathbringer clearly had some experience, as he took his whole length in one go, his nose pressing against Seawing scales. He reared himself back, almost letting the penis fall out of his mouth, and then went back down to the base again. He repeated this motion, bobbing his head up and down. Riptide moaned in absolute pleasure - Tsunami never sucked his dick as good as this Nightwing (though the number of times she felt like going down on him could be counted on one paw). His head rolled back, and he squeezed his eyes shut - he couldn't look at him while he sucked his dick. He tried to keep his mind focused on other things: troop movements of the Sea Kingdom, the roster of the remaining Talons of Peace, all the chaos that happened during the Brightest Night.
And then his eyes went wide as he felt something poke at his anus.
His eyes snapped open, and he looked down. The Nightwing had brought his tail up, and had started shoving the tip into his tailhole. He had the cheekiest little smile going, even as he continued to work his shaft like a hungry animal.
"F-f-fucking c-cheater!" He stuttered, claws digging into the floorboards. Deathbringer chuckled, the vibrations of his maw stimulating his cock, even as he kept prodding his ass with his tail. It was all becoming too much for the Seawing; If this kept up much longer, he'd-
"S-STOP!" Riptide shouted, pointing off to the side. Deathbringer stopped, pulling away as he looked to see. The hourglass had run out. Riptide had made it.
"I made it!" The Seawing panted, trying to catch his breath. "Damn, that was a close one. Deathbringer... this stays between us, but you're really good."
The Nightwing wiped his mouth of the saliva and pre trailing down to Riptide's shaft. "Better than Tsunami?" He asked jokingly.
"Tsunami hardly ever gives me head," Riptide admitted, "And she's never done that... that tailhole trick you pulled."
Deathbringer chuckled. "Maybe you can try it on your girlfriend next time. But in the meantime, a deal is a deal. You lasted an entire minute, and now you get to experience this ass."
The Nightwing climbed up onto Riptide's chest, positioning himself just above his erection. He sucked on his talons, getting them nice and slick before he reached down to his own pucker. Riptide watched as he inserted one, then two, then three digits into himself, hardly even grunting as he loosened himself, staring at the Seawing the whole time. He knew he was going to enjoy this. Riptide wouldn't be the biggest dragon he'd ever taken (that distinction belonged to a Mudwing named Gumbo), but was definitely big enough to reach every sweet spot without fear of making it hard to walk the next couple days. When he felt himself loosen enough, he reached down to guide Riptide's cock.
"You ready?" Deathbringer asked. A nervous-yet-eager nod was Riptide's response. Slowly and carefully, the Nightwing lowered himself onto the thick, meaty spear. He grunted, adjusting himself to the Seawing's size. Riptide bit back a whimper: He hadn't done anal before, and certainly hadn't experienced something as taboo or tight before. Deathbringer braced himself against Riptide's chest, and pushed himself lower and lower until his penis tapped against his partner's belly.
"You... okay?" Riptide asked.
"Y-yeah," Deathbringer grunted, "Just uh, give me a second. You can put your talons on me, if you want." Tentatively, Riptide placed his hands on the Nightwing's flank, rubbing and squeezing the thick, toned meat of his ass. It didn't have the curvaceous plumpness of Tsunami, but it still felt immensely satisfying between his claws.
They waited for maybe a minute or two, before Deathbringer felt comfortable enough to move. He lifted himself up, until the tip was almost out, and pushed himself back down again. Both grunted with exertion and pleasure, but a quick look into each other's eyes made it clear it was okay to continue. He pushed himself down again, finding the task easier, more pleasurable. Reaching the base, he gave Riptide a little squeeze with his sphincter. The squeal of surprised delight that came out of Riptide brought a smug little grin to his face. The blush that followed made him chuckle. "What was that?"
"Shut up!" Riptide snapped, looking away.
"Has Tsunami ever made you squeal like that?" He asked, half-jokingly.
"Fuck you!" He snapped, his bio-luminescent lights glowing angrily.
"You're already doing that, big boy." Deathbringer continued humping again, every now and then adding a little hip swivel. "Now, am I going to do all the work, or are you going to put those thick Seawing muscles to good use?"
Riptide bared his teeth, but complied. His hands moved from his black, scaly cheeks to his waist, holding him firmly in place. With all the strength, he bucked his hips deep inside the Nightwing. Deathbringer grunted, feeling his friend's entire length and girth stretch him out, grazing against his prostate. This is going to be quick, He thought, as the Seawing thrusted in and out of him. Maybe I can time this just right, get us to cum together. He's already close from the blowjob. He started quickly stroking the length of his cock, timing it with his partner's thrusts.
"That's it," He growled, "Fuck me! Pound my Nightwing ass! Breed me like I'm your girlfriend!"
"Oh fuck!" Riptide moaned, his thrusts becoming more frantic, eyes squeezed shut with focus. "I'm gonna, gonna-"
Deathbringer slammed himself down one last time, taking the entire cock to the hilt in one go. Warm, sticky seed shot inside him, putting pressure right against his prostate, as Riptide roared. The Nightwing roared back, stroking himself and cumming on the Seawing. Jizz rained down on his chest, his neck, on his face and in his mouth. The cycle went on for what felt like forever, seed cumming in, seed shooting out. Pleasure ran through their bodies like an avalanche, as the thunder outside buried the sounds of their orgasmic cries.
Eventually, the intensity began to subside, and Riptide opened his eyes. The salty-sweet taste of the Nightwing hung on his tongue, as white, sticky fluid covered his chest and dribbled out of his partner's meaty rod. Wings blocked out the light of the nearby window, a tapestry of the nighttime sky rising and falling with their breathing. Deathbringer looked down at him with a tired, satisfied smile.
"See?" He chuckled. "That wasn't so bad, was-"
He was cut off by the Seawing reaching up and kissing him. It was quick, almost a peck, and from his expression, even Riptide was surprised he did it.
"S-s-s-Sorry," He quickly stammered, "I-I didn't mean-" The Seawing's apology was cut off, however, when Deathbringer came back with a deeper, more passionate kiss. Riptide grunted in surprise and pleasure as their tongues wrestled each other, his penis squeezing a few more drops of cum. The Nightwing broke off the kiss with a wicked grin, and a line of saliva connecting them.
"It's okay," The bodyguard said, "I like kissing after sex, too. You were pretty good for your first time."
"You... you were amazing." Riptide admitted, looking away with embarrassment.
"Hey, don't worry, bud." Deathbringer said, licking some cum away from near the Seawing's eyes. "Busting a nut in a male dragon on occasion doesn't make you gay... Well, not one hundred percent gay. You're not going to leave Tsunami to be with me, right?"
"No!" Riptide answered, a little louder and more forcefully than he intended. "I mean... This was way better than I thought it would be, but I love Tsunami. I want to have dragonets with her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her."
"And I want to do the same with Glory." Deathbringer replied. "But that doesn't mean we don't engage in a little fun with our friends. If our girlfriends feel strong enough to hook up with each other and come back to us, why can't we do the same?"
"Yeah, I guess you have a point." He looked down at his cum-stained belly, and the Nightwing's slowly-softening cock. "...So, uh, do you want to get off so we can clean up, or are you a cuddler too?"
Deathbringer laughed. "Unless you're up for returning the favor, we should go outside and clean ourselves up while it's still raining. I don't mind sharing a post-coital cuddle, if you're up for it."
The Nightwing pulled himself off Riptide's cock with a Schlorp!, seed starting to leak out of his anus. Deathbringer quickly scuttled outside into the rain, and after cleaning up the mess inside, Riptide joined him soon after. It felt weird bathing like this with another male, but considering what they just did, Riptide tried to push that to the side. It felt good to have water on his scales, clearing his mind and allowing him to think about how he felt about Deathbringer, and what happened between them.
"Deathbringer?" Riptide asked, as they finished up and dried off. "Would you... I mean, do you think our girls would be up for... joining us?"
"Are you saying you want to plow my Queen?" The Nightwing asked slyly. "Or that you want our mates to watch while we have a repeat performance?" Riptide's lights lit up, and he glanced away. Deathbringer chuckled. "I think Glory would be up for it," He said, "And between the two of you I think Tsunami could be convinced to join. We should talk to them tomorrow when the storm clears out."
"I could do that." Riptide agreed. He shifted nervously, looking down, and said, "So uh, if we're spending the night-"
"We can cuddle, you big softie." Deathbringer chuckled. "And no, I won't tell anyone if you don't. What happens in the hut stays in the hut."
The two drakes laid on the bed - Nightwing little spoon, Seawing big spoon. There, they laid together in bed, falling asleep to the gentle pitter-patter of rain...