M/M Clop-shots

Leaning over him, you grind his stiff cock between your thighs as you lock lips. Those little wings of his flutter as you squeeze and squeeze, letting your tongue roll over his…

Rumble quietly, breathily says your name, undulating his hips back and forth, trying to build up a rhythm. Maybe you’d let him, or maybe you’d prefer to sit back and take in the full view and show him just how dexterous human hands can be. Then you might be forced to clean yourself up when he inevitably spills over your fingers.

Already having worked himself into such a terrible state it’d be oh, so easy to keep him going. Not enough to be pushed over the edge, just kept dancing on it, unable to stop the flow of that hot, thick liquid. Especially if you were to sweep your thumb over and back on the medial ring of that cock, each time you do so making him jump under you. Going on and on until eventually you’d just… have a hand covered in that sticky love.

So… perhaps then it might be the better option to just use your mouth and keep him and yourself clean. Even if Rumble would be left a shivering, moaning mess barely able to say your name and plead with you not to stop. Would you want to, though? With that sweet juice trickling down your throat it might well be difficult to bring yourself to stop.

It might or might not take a little push against his chest to send the colt falling back, leaving his hind legs splayed wide and you with greater access to him. Access you take full advantage of, bobbing your head on his turgid member, inching your way down and down until your lips and tongue would pass over the thick medial ring. Poor Rumble would be reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess at that stage, weakly bucking his hips every time you start pulling off his cock.

Moreso if you were to leave just the rapidly flaring head of his penis in your mouth, swirling your tongue over and back on it, lapping up the copious precum that dribbles from it. A hand on the base of his shaft would keep him still but not from trying to push against you, not from whispering that he has to be inside you.

That might be when you’d come off him fully with a little wet plop, licking your lips clean of his love and giving the colt a wide grin. So he wants to be inside you? He’d never been so forward before but for a cute guy like him you couldn’t possibly turn him down. So it might be with a look of confusion that Rumble would feel your hands sweeping up over his abdomen and chest, coming to rest on either side of his head. His quiet inquiry as to what you’re doing cut off as your lips meet his again.

It’s a taste you’ll never tire of—light like a fresh spring rain—intermingled with his emissions to create a heady, intoxicating flavour that, naturally, would have you both softly moaning. More on Rumble’s part when you’d shuffle forward, straddling his waist and pushing his hind legs aside. One long, slow motion would see you resting gently on his stomach with his stiff, black cock wedged achingly against you. It’d only take a little more for him to start grinding it, with you rocking your hips back and forth on him, kissing his cheeks and nibbling his ear.

And then he’d be left there, on the precipice with his cock pressed against you impatiently, waiting to be pushed in. Did he really want to do you like that? If he doesn’t want to go all the way you’d never force him. It’d be in between your kisses and his peppering your neck that he’d breathlessly admit he’d been fantasising about it, finding quiet moments to turn his thoughts to you and all the things he’d never spoke of but would still love to do.

That would be it, one hand sliding back over his thigh to grip his cock tight and rub it against you, making the colt whimper and buck his hips. It might even make a few strings of precum splash against you, at least until you’d start slowly pushing back onto him.

Those cute little hooves of his would tap against your chest, trying to push you on into taking more of that thick, slicked up cock of his. Rumble would squirm below you, partly to try to manoeuvre his stiff wings out from under him and partly to push his hips out of your grasp; you might well wind up doing a little wiggling of your own, grinning down at the colt as you slowly slip him inside you. Every inch makes his cock throb, draws another few drops of pre to help him into you.

Rumble’s big purple eyes would be unmoving from your own, his hooves sliding down your chest as the last couple of inches of his member slide in and you sit back onto his haunches. Your own smile would’ve grown since then, one hand stroking a hind leg while you rock your hips back and forth – that full feeling is far more enjoyable this time, knowing who it is that’s filling you. His smooth grey chest rises and falls quickly in sharp little gasps, the thick organ in you twitching and throbbing, begging for release in a way he isn’t.

It’d just take one awkward little bend to get yourself down face-to-face again, close enough to feel his hot little pants washing over you. Close enough to just lean in and kiss him, parting his lips with your tongue and delighting in that now familiar taste. Something like that might well make the colt shiver all over, his legs squeezing your hips as he struggles to thrust. But you’d be the one firmly in control, ready to show him you’re interested in more than just teasing as you sit back up, balancing yourself with a hand on his chest.

A few more rocking motions, grinding yourself on him would be enough to draw a few more quiet whimpers, to make him drop a hoof down to stroke along and around the head of your own painfully stiff cock. The suddenness might make you jump, coming back down onto Rumble hard, with a dull, muted thump of your behind meeting his thighs. The only thing stopping the colt from crying out in pleasure would be the hoof he’d have jammed into his mouth but his eyes would say it all – that felt way too good. So swinging your hands over his shoulders to balance yourself better on the bed you might want to whisper down to him that you’ve only started.

The hoof would come out of his mouth, Rumble readying himself to ask what you mean but not before you’d have already started pulling yourself up off him, wincing at the ripples of pleasure that medial ring of his would send shooting as you pull off it. With no hoof cutting off his voice, the poor colt would be reduced to clamping his mouth shut reflexively as he tries to conceal his moans. But you, knowing how easy it would be, might gently part his lips and tell him you want to hear every sound he makes. The confused look on his eyes would be lost in an instant.

In the singular instant you roughly thrust back down onto him with a grunt, a hot, thick gob of pre spurting from his cock as Rumble cries out.

A little more grinding, more whispered promises of how you’re going to milk him dry; they’d pass between you before you’d lift off him again, further this time, before making another hard thrust back down onto his aching cock. With nothing else to do, Rumble would just reach out and hold onto your arms with his hooves, holding on for dear life as you slowly start to build up a rhythm. Slow, of course, because this colt’s a lot thicker than you might’ve imagined; both of you are driven into long, passionate groans as you keep thrusting.

His charcoal mane would be a mess, eyes half closed but still locked on yours, his whole body shaking both with the force of your thrusts and the mounting pleasure. It would almost be a fight to keep pulling yourself off him, to leave yourself empty of that hot member, only to let out a long, sonorous groan as you grunt his name and tell him he better not cum too quick, you’re determined to make sure you both enjoy this. With an "Mmph!" and an "Mmm!" he’d shake his head, despite thrusting up to meet your own downstrokes.

The bed would be creaking and groaning in protest underneath you, unused to he combined weight of you both but that would be long forgotten by the time you’re struggling to keep yourself upright, sweat rolling over your skin as you ride the colt beneath you. His grey legs would be splayed wide by now, charcoal tail flicking about wildly between them as you show no signs in letting up. Each thrust brings you to the tip of his cock, leaving just the flared head inside before you drop yourself down and take it to the hilt, making the colt let loose another cry of pleasure.

It would only be after you’ve felt his cockhead flare out to its maximum that you’d hear him struggling to say something… something about not being able to hold it in, it’s too much. You, of course, wouldn’t make any reply except to pour the last of your strength into squeezing down on his cock with each thrust and push down harder with each pass. Not that you’d be able to do much, by now Rumble would be thrusting in to you with whatever strength he has – enough to draw a dull slap each time, at least. The high cries of the colt would grow, on and on until he makes one last thrust and yells out and you thrust back onto him, pushing him deep into the bed as his cock twitches… and shoots out the first hot load of his semen.

That would’ve been what you were working to all this time, driving him on mercilessly until his cock was jammed in deep enough for you to feel the heat and wetness of that cum start to fill you. Every throb makes the colt grunt and thrust, fruitlessly trying to bury himself deeper in you; the only thing he accomplishes is letting some of his semen trickle out of you, forcing you to push back down to keep it in.

But the exertion would well prove too much, with you falling to one side with Rumble still stuck in you, still stuck in the throes of his orgasm. So you’d be forced to roll onto your back, letting the colt keep a tight hold on your hips to keep himself in with his wings snapping out behind him.

Only when the flow of his cum would start to die down would both of you relax, Rumble flopping onto your stomach to pant heavily with those beautiful purple eyes still looking up at you and a tired smile on his lips. You certainly hadn’t expected any of this tonight but you’re more than happy to have experienced it.

But if the way Rumble’s eyes trail down to your still stiff member are any indication, he hasn’t any plans of letting this end right now.

Rumble’s breath is hot, his chest heaving as air wafts over your member; every time he does so it twitches, so much so that the colt grins and starts to slowly lean in. The warmth intensifies and you can’t find it in yourself to tell him to go on, so caught are you in just staring at him. With a little grey hoof, he lifts your cock back and places the smallest, sweetest kiss you’ve had from him in some time on the tip.

You grunt out an oath, tossing your head back into the pillow. All that’d happened has left you more worked up than you thought, though the hope that Rumble doesn’t take advantage of that bubbles to the fore of your mind. That thought dissolves upon feeling him part his lips and languidly lap his tongue against your penis in a long, slow stroke. You’re shaking by the time he’s gone over the head—having stopped only to lick clean a drop of precum that’d formed—the only thing keeping you from reflexively closing your legs are Rumble's hooves, gently keeping them apart.

The colt shuffles back and you sit up, leaning against the headboard of the bed to look down at him – his mane’s matted with sweat but there’s a glint in his eyes that you know all too well. His hooves trail up and down along your thighs while behind him, his tail starts swishing mischievously again. You’ve seen that look before – the last time he snuck into the shower after you and confronted you before stepping in under the water, when you were watching "Daring Do and the Wizard’s Manse" and his hoof started wandering over to rub at your jeans (followed shortly after by the rest of him) and that one morning you’d somehow awoken to a terrible case of morning wood and Rumble lying on your chest…

With each stroke of his hooves he starts moving in closer, ducking his head along the way until he’s straining to look up and you. That’s when it happens – that little tongue flicks out against one of your balls. Then again… and again when he moves back, each time licking a little further. Rumble keeps it up until he’s just pressed in against you, slathering his tongue about and then, without warning, opens his mouth wide and sucks it in. There’s just enough room for it to fit but that’s not what’s on your mind right now – it’s just how good this colt’s hot, moist mouth feels. He doesn’t suck with any great force but just enough to draw a little pleasure from the act, enough to leave you feeling like you couldn’t possibly get any stiffer.

From side to side he rolls it around in his mouth, swirling his tongue all over it and quietly moaning, the gentle vibrations adding a new dimension to it all. One of his hooves trails up and absently strokes along your cock while another reaches down between his hind legs. The hair of his mane tickles on your thigh and you continue to try not to make a sound while this colt pulls out all the stops. His hoof grinds against the head of your penis, the smooth underside having just enough pliability to feel oh, so good. But it all stops quite suddenly, ending with a loud pop as Rumble empties your testicle from his mouth. His gorgeous purple eyes are still on yours and in that moment he licks his lips, grabbing onto your thighs and pulling himself up.

Along the way his tongue stretches out and you immediately know what you’re in for – it sticks right to your cock, licking along the length of the shaft. Rumble stops at the head, making an agonisingly slow swirling motion around it before pressing his lips down. That’s when you finally break and let out a long, low groan. Your hand descends to his head, slipping through his dampened mane and onto his back to feel his wings that are, again, stiff as sheets of iron. The colt makes a few short bobbing and twisting motions, tugging his tongue this way and that as he slurps and sucks on your cock.

You can’t help it, you quietly ask him to go on, he’s driving you crazy. Still having kept his eyes on you, Rumble gives no indication as to his intentions. He just gives one hard suck, pulls up while still lapping at the head of your penis and then lets a wide grin tug back his lips. Another little kiss is laid against your member before he moves back down, taking it into his mouth again but this time he doesn’t stop; this time he just keeps going. His tongue laps feverishly at your cock until there isn’t room to do so and he shuffles upwards, positioning himself so he’s leaning over you, still pressing down.

There’s no way… he can’t… he wouldn’t! But all doubts are washed away as Rumble slips down over the last few inches as his lips meet against your abdomen. His throat’s far tighter than his mouth but just as hot and invitingly wet. The most you can do to keep yourself from bucking your hips is to just roll them against the colt, pushing in and pulling out but slowly, agonisingly slow. The image of laying him on the edge of the bed and going for something rougher—as you go down on him too—flashes before your mind and you thrust, seeking out some semblance of it now. Rumble chokes but doesn’t pull himself off you, in fact he presses his hooves to your waist and closes his eyes, pushing down and drawing another groan from you.

He’s never been like this before; sure, he’d whispered a few of the things he’d love to do but you’d always kept it relatively tame until tonight. As tame as letting the colt hump your face could be considered, of course.

When Rumble does pull up he gasps loudly, heaving for breath as he continues to lean over your saliva-coated cock. You’re ready to tell him to take it easy but he apparently has other ideas in mind, standing on shaky legs to turn his back to you and climb onto your chest so that his rump is poking back towards your face. It’s a little awkward and you have to hold him but those grey hips feel so good in your grasp you can’t possibly complain. Especially not when he starts lowering himself back down, lapping at your cock until his lips slip over it and he sucks hard, drawing a few more drops of pre from you.

His hooves don’t press against your legs to steady himself as you’d expected and he wiggles free of your grasp. His mouth slides down over your member, coming flush against you again after he takes a breath and wraps his hooves around your thighs. Amidst a low moan you shift around so that he’s lying on your stomach and you’ve still got an ample view of his behind. Speaking of which… You can’t resist reaching up and gently kneading those gorgeous grey flanks. The colt struggles to moan around your penis lodged in his throat and you can only think it a shame you can’t reach further – you’ve thoroughly enjoyed eating that pert little butt out more than once and it only seems fair you give him something now.

The most you can manage is to reach a finger in while you continue to rub and knead, pressing down against his entrance. Rumble rolls his hips, sucking down harder on you and making you momentarily lose your grip as a wave of pleasure washes over you. There’s a loud pop, followed by a few gasps and the sight of Rumble’s mane raising as he turns back to you.

"Nngh, keep going!" He wiggles his hips enticingly, kissing at your cock. "Don’t s-stop and I won’t!"

Sure enough, his own member’s hardening against your stomach as you continue to roll your palms against his rump. Your grip tightens, fingers digging into those cheeks as his lips dive down on your penis. In his excitement, his tail flicks over and back on your head, leaving an intoxicating noseful of his musk in its wake. But it’s distracting slightly ticklish against your nose so you take a hold of it near the dock, lifting it up as you swipe your palm against his rear. Rumble redoubles his efforts, sucking down on you as you rub back and forth, each time letting one of your fingers pause briefly against that puckered little hole…

The only time you stop is to liberally lick it, coating it in saliva before you move your hand back against him and in one swift motion push your finger in. Rumble jumps – as much as he can and pulls himself off again, panting.

"Ahhn! Yes! Keep-mmph-keep doing that!"

Not content to let you win, though, he swaps just deepthroating you for bobbing on your member; his lips pass over you in ever quickening and ever deepening strokes. You could only have dreamed before now how good this could’ve felt and those thoughts couldn’t have done it justice. It’s why you jam your finger in to the hilt, making Rumble throw his head down onto your cock and kick his hind legs against the bed as he simultaneously pushes himself back onto your finger.

There’s a few more passes of that, more moments of pleasuring each other while you struggle to keep yourself from letting go. Maybe… on the next time you pull your finger out, you bring another with it, pushing harder against the colt’s rump and making his own member twitch violently against your stomach. Your hand’s resting on his back now, your mind lost in a sea of pleasure you’re eager to return to him and so you massage that sensitive spot you know is between his wings.

Rumble’s tongue works furiously, swirling around your shaft, lapping at the head, moving however it can when he deepthroats you… The colt’s hungry for whatever you have to give him, hungry for his own release if his rocking hips are any indication.

Your hand delves lower, resting on his head as you feel the heat and pleasure between your legs mounting. You’re practically holding him down, making little thrusts into him as you’re determined to see this out now. It’s close, so close, all it’d take is just a little more and you can fill this colt up…

It all happens at once – a lancing bolt of pleasure shoots through you just as you make one particularly hard thrust into Rumble’s throat. You slide your fingers into his mane, pushing him down hard as the first spurts of semen easily fill his throat. Rumble grips your legs tightly, pulling himself down onto you just as you push, struggling to swallow but making his best effort at it. It might not have been the best idea to ride the colt beforehand, you’re only realising now how worked up it made you; all the same, Rumble shows no signs of giving in.

Your grip on Rumble loosens but only because those wonderful feelings are too much and you just lie back, letting him take over. He’s still grinding into your stomach, still swallowing every drop you have… At least until he pulls off you with a gasp, coughing as a few more spurts of your seed land on his face. His whole body shivers when you pull your fingers out of him and both of you just lie there, the last few strands of your semen landing on his face and mane before it slowly dies down.

Rumble rolls over off you and you reach down, helping him to move up. It’s a slow laborious affair but when you see him you can’t help but chuckle at the sight of his cum-covered face. You, somehow, manage to drag yourself off the bed and make your way, on wobbling legs, to the bathroom to retrieve a towel. Rumble’s already moved over to the warm spot where you were lying, smiling at you as you lie down next to him again. He doesn’t make a sound as you wipe the worst of it off his face and mane but he does kiss you when you put your head down next to his.

The two of you snuggle up together, drawing the covers over yourselves. Your hand rests on the small of his back, holding him close in against you as the colt slips a hoof over your side. Tomorrow… Tomorrow you can wash the rest off. And maybe he can get some on you instead.