Scotch at Dusk

by Marshal Twilight

Rating: mature
Tags: Fluttershy, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 7391

Several months into their loving relationship, Butterscotch and Dusk Shine decide that it's time to take their next step together.

Several months into their loving relationship, Butterscotch and Dusk Shine decide that it's time to take their next step together.

Edited by Bad_Seed_72.

Published 2015-08-11 03:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-11 03:50:01 UTC

Primordial Dawn

Dusk Shine blinked in surprise as he looked at the stallion across from him. “Repeat that, please?”

Butterscotch took a deep breath, resisting the instinct to hide his face behind his mane. “Dusk, I wanna try…” He cut himself off with a whimper, unable to say the words.

Dusk stepped forward, his hooves clopping against the floorboards of the library. He placed one on Butterscotch’s shoulder to reassure him.

“Scotch, you know you can tell me anything.” Dusk spoke in a smooth baritone, and his coltfriend had always found it soothing.

“Okay, okay.” Butterscotch closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his resolve. “I want to try…”

Dusk Shine sighed. He’d learned to be patient with his coltfriend over the past few months, but, even so, the pegasus often tested his resolve. “Scotch…”

“Sorry, sorry!” Butterscotch replied, his cheeks reddening. “I’m trying!” He shifted his weight from one set of legs to the other, as if hoping to ease his discomfort.

Dusk smiled and leaned in, giving Butterscotch a quick peck on the cheek. Despite his shyness, Dusk managed to catch a tiny coo of appreciation before he pulled back.

“Take your time,” Dusk said. As trying as it could be to coax something out of Butterscotch, he was just too adorable to be frustrated with.

Butterscotch didn’t answer right away, keeping his eyes closed tight as he tried to control his breathing. Dusk let him, knowing how nervous the pegasus would get if he pressed too much. Instead, he found a particularly interesting patch of wall behind Butterscotch to focus on while waiting.

Still, he couldn’t stop himself from speculating. Butterscotch had always kept his cards close to his chest, but he’d opened up a lot since Dusk had first admitted his feelings. There weren’t many subjects that the pegasus still acted cagey about.

The tension grew as Dusk became restless. It wasn’t the first time Butterscotch had tried to tell him something, only to back out at the last second. Dusk found that to be uniquely infuriating, and hoped that his coltfriend’s courage wouldn’t fail him again.

Since Butterscotch had his eyes closed, Dusk decided to take a rare opportunity to look him over without making him self-conscious. A smile crept across his muzzle as his violet eyes scanned across the pegasus. From his tightly clenched eyes to his soft, inviting lips as they wordlessly counted numbers. To the soft, pink mane that always carried the scent of rain and chamomile, tempting him to bury his face in it.

His gaze moved further back along Butterscotch’s body. The pegasus had a slight build, lacking in both fat and muscle. Butterscotch was no athlete, but it did make his body pleasantly soft. Dusk considered that quite a perk; it made him all the better for cuddling.

Dusk entertained himself with fantasies of spooning the pegasus until Butterscotch cleared his throat, causing Dusk to snap out of it and blush.

“Sorry!” Dusk said, knowing that Butterscotch hated being stared at. “You were saying?”

Butterscotch shifted in place, clearly embarrassed, but managed to look Dusk in the eye. “Okay. Dusk, I’ve been thinking. We’ve been together for a few months now, and I’ve decided I want to…”

He closed his eyes and looked away, choking on the words yet again.

Dusk sighed internally, his heart melting as he watched the pegasus squirm. Resigned to his curiosity remaining unsated for now, Dusk took a step and reached forward with a foreleg, entwining it with Butterscotch’s own hoof as he leaned against him.

Butterscotch sighed in contentment and lowered his head, letting Dusk rest his own on top of it. The alicorn inhaled, enjoying the scent of the pink mane and its softness against his jaw. Moments like these always outshone any fleeting frustrations with his timid coltfriend.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to say it,” Dusk whispered. His breath brushed against Butterscotch’s ear, folded back against his head.

“Thank you,” Butterscotch murmured, his voice a soft tenor. “I’m sorry. I really do try.”

“I know you do,” Dusk said. He rubbed his jaw against Butterscotch’s silky mane, attempting to soothe him further. “It’s okay.”

The two remained like that, simply enjoying each other’s warmth and presence. There were few things that could calm Dusk’s overactive mind, but Butterscotch had a special talent for it. His mere presence often sufficed to soothe his restless thoughts.

After a while, Dusk leaned back, lowering his head to look Butterscotch in the face. He smiled at the sight of those gorgeous aquamarine eyes and leaned in, nuzzling the stallion before finally pulling away.

Butterscotch gave him a small smile, but it slipped off his face rather quickly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to string you along.”

Dusk smiled at him, any lingering irritation forgotten. “It’s okay, Scotch. Really.”

Butterscotch gave a frustrated sigh. “No, it isn’t. I wish it wasn’t this hard.”

Dusk tightened his grip on Butterscotch’s hoof. “You’ll get there.”

Another breath. “You’re right. I will.” He looked Dusk in the face. “You’ve been so patient with me. It means a lot… And now, I think I’m ready.”

Dusk raised an eyebrow. “Ready for what?”

Butterscotch clenched his eyes closed and gritted his teeth, muttering something incomprehensible.

“I’m sorry?” Dusk leaned forward. Sheer curiosity overtook his concern for the pegasus.

He mumbled something again, louder this time but still too quietly.

At this point, Dusk found himself getting annoyed. “Scotch, you have to speak louder.”

“I wanna try sex!” Butterscotch shouted, causing Dusk to stumble back in shock and fall to his haunches.

“Finally!” a feminine voice squealed from the kitchen.

“Barb!” Dusk shouted. “Were you spying on us again!?”

“No!” came the frantic reply. “I was just cleaning!”

Before Dusk could go on yet another tirade about Barb’s rather unsettling interest in his relationship, his attention was drawn elsewhere. Butterscotch had also fallen to his haunches, blushing furiously and looking rather ashamed.

Dusk embraced the stallion. He murmured soothingly in his ear as he rubbed a hoof along his back, utterly focused on calming him.

“It’s okay, Scotch,” Dusk said, continuing to stroke him. The pegasus trembled against him, but seemed to be settling down a bit. “It’s okay.”

“You don’t mind?” Butterscotch asked, pulling away to look him in the eye.

“Of course not,” Dusk said, the words coming to him thoughtlessly. “You just said you wanted to try…” His eyes widened as it finally sank in.

“Um… Dusk?”

“Sex…” Dusk murmured. “You want to try that?”

“Y-yes?” Butterscotch asked, looking a bit frightened.

Butterscotch squeaked as Dusk embraced him again.

“I thought you’d never want to!” Dusk practically squealed, almost crushing Butterscotch in his grip. “I mean, it’s not that I couldn’t wait, but I’ve always been curious, and I didn’t want to pressure you even though I really wanted to try it with you, so I just kept waiting and now we can finally…”

Dusk’s expression became fearful. “And I have no idea how we’re going to do it.”

“Oh no…” Butterscotch knew that look. “Dusk, please don’t, we can—”

“Barb!” Dusk shouted. “Bring me all your romance novels!”

“Can do!” came the reply, followed by rapid footsteps as the dragoness ran upstairs.

Butterscotch sighed, sitting sullenly as he watched his coltfriend gallop over to a bookshelf.

“Let’s see. Anatomy, Pony Sutra, erotica that Barb hasn’t stolen yet...” Dusk said in a rush, sprinting around the library like a whirlwind. “Will that be enough?”

“Can we just cuddle instead?” Butterscotch asked, suddenly regretting his admission.

That gave Dusk pause. He looked across the room at Butterscotch in disbelief. “But we always do that! We’ve never had sex.”

Butterscotch flinched. “Please don’t call it that. It’s so… Dirty.”

Dusk looked baffled. “That’s what it is, though.”

"What about making love?" Butterscotch asked, expression hopeful.

Dusk frowned. “But that’s so… Trashy.”

His eyes widened when he saw Butterscotch looking a bit hurt by that. His goal forgotten, he ran back over and hugged him again, enjoying that soft warmth further.

“Sorry,” Dusk said. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m still a bit dense sometimes.”

To his surprise, Butterscotch giggled and pulled back to look up at him. “Don’t worry. It’s kind of cute.”

Dusk blinked, his cheeks reddening. “Cute?”

Butterscotch smiled and booped him on the nose with a hoof. “Very.”

Dusk thought about that for a moment, then smiled back at Butterscotch. “I’m okay with that.”

The sound of footsteps made them pause. They looked up just in time to see Barb returning from upstairs, carrying a stack of over a dozen books.

“Got ‘em!” she announced. “Where do you want it?”

Just like that, Dusk totally forgot his coltfriend and directed Barb over to the couch, where the dragoness set the pile down on the floor.

“Now what?” Barb asked, her toothy grin rather creepy.

“Help me go through these!” Dusk said, suddenly unbothered by Barb’s eagerness.

“Um, Dusk?” Butterscotch asked, a little miffed at being ignored.

“Scotch!” Dusk turned to look at him. “Tomorrow! We’ll do it tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Well—”

“Great! See you then!”

Butterscotch squeaked in surprise as Dusk lifted him with his magic. He opened the front door and levitated him outside, setting Butterscotch on the ground. The pegasus turned around just in time to see the door close in his face.

“O-okay… Bye…”

The next day, Dusk Shine and Barb continued to pore over the various books they’d gathered for the occasion. Dusk had chosen to focus on anatomy and the guides, while Barb had helpfully offered to read through her own collection of erotica to contribute ideas, which she did quite often.

Dusk didn’t even notice that, for once, Barb actually seemed to enjoy helping him study.

For his part, Dusk frantically took notes, writing down anatomical terms to ensure that, at the very least, his vocabulary would be up to par.

“Okay, so, analingus, fellatio, perineum…” Dusk muttered to himself. “Ugh, these are so gross to say out loud.”

“Rimjob, blowjob, and taint,” Barb corrected without looking up. “Relax, Dusk.”

He twitched as he shot the lounging dragoness a glare. “Relax?! How am I supposed to relax?! Scotch is going to be here any minute and I’m nowhere near ready!”

Barb rolled her eyes. “You’re overthinking this. You two are what matter, not the definition of ‘prostate’.” She licked a claw and used it to turn a page, her smirk widening as she kept reading.

I really should take those away from her, Dusk thought. But as unsettling as he found it, Barb had suggested a few intriguing ideas that Dusk had begrudgingly written down. The awkward discussion about personal boundaries and pornography would come later.

“I still want an idea of what to do,” Dusk said. He set the current book aside and levitated the next one over.

“Well, it involves your dick, his ass, a lot of kisses, licks, and thrusting.” Barb turned another page. “You’re not trying to get an A on a test. You’re trying to get a D in the—”

“You are not helping,” Dusk said through gritted teeth, cheeks burning.

“Would it help if I watched and gave advice?”

Dusk gave Barb a glare that should have burned a hole through her scales. “No!”

Before they could continue, a soft knock on the door made Dusk freeze, dread on his face.

Barb sighed. “Just go let him in and stop worrying!”

Dusk breathed in and out, trying to calm himself down. “You’re right. I’m just nervous.”

“Sometimes you’re worse than he is.”

Dusk ignored Barb and made his way over to the front door, looking over himself before putting a smile on his face and opening it.

Butterscotch waited for him, giving him a nervous smile of his own. “Hi, Dusk. How are you?”

“I’m okay,” Dusk said. “Just doing some reading.”

“Right.” Butterscotch managed to keep a straight face. “Is this a bad time?”

Dusk’s eyes widened. “No! No. Please come in.” He stepped aside and gestured, allowing his coltfriend to walk into the treehouse.

Dusk closed the door behind him, leaving him standing next to Butterscotch and fidgeting in discomfort.

The room remained silent but for their steady breathing and Barb occasionally turning a page of her book. Dusk felt intensely self-conscious and at a complete loss on what to do, and Butterscotch seemed to be no better off.

Eventually, Barb broke the tension. “So, when are you two gonna do it?”

Butterscotch blushed heavily, sitting down and covering his face with a foreleg. Dusk scowled and marched over to Barb, glaring down at her.

“You will not intrude on our personal time together!” Dusk said. “Got it?”

Barb set her book down and held up her hands. “I won’t! Honest.”

Dusk continued to glare.

“It’s not my fault I have good hearing!”

Dusk raised an eyebrow. “I’ll see you later, Barb.” His horn flared with magic. With a surprised yelp, Barb disappeared in a purple flash of light, leaving Butterscotch and Dusk Shine alone together.

Butterscotch stared at him. “Dusk? What was that?”

Dusk turned to face him, wearing a rather satisfied smile. “Teleport. I just wanted to make sure she won't eavesdrop.”

Butterscotch nodded in relief. “Where did you send her?”

“Sweet Apple Acres.” He paused. “Give or take a few miles.”

Butterscotch blinked. “Is she going to be alright?”

“I’m sure.” Dusk fidgeted. “Now, uh… How do we do this?”

The pegasus blushed, looking away and scuffing his hoof on the floor. “Well…”

Dusk squirmed, his heartbeat quickening. “Yeah?”

“We do a lot of stuff already. Cuddling, sweet talk, and…” Butterscotch swallowed. “Kissing.”

Dusk nodded. “Right, right. So…?”

Butterscotch looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. “Couldn’t we just start there and… see where it goes?”

Silence. Butterscotch glanced up at Dusk, both nervous and quizzical, while Dusk looked like he felt very stupid.

“It can’t be that easy.” Dusk rubbed his forehead with a hoof. “Tell me it isn’t that easy.”

Another pause. “Well, I’m sure there’s more to it than that,” Butterscotch said. He took a few nervous steps forward, until he stood in front of Dusk. “But we can figure it out together, right?”

Dusk exhaled and smiled at his coltfriend, feeling that vibrant warmth in his chest. “I did learn a few things. I don’t have any practice, but I have some ideas at least.”

Butterscotch nodded. “I hope it helps.”

The two of them looked into each other’s eyes, neither quite knowing what to do next. Dusk shifted in place. Butterscotch looked uncomfortable. The only sounds were their breathing and the ticking clock nearby.

Dusk cleared his throat. “So, do we—”

He cut himself off with a surprised grunt as Butterscotch leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. It lasted less than a second, and when Butterscotch pulled back, he wore a fiery blush on his face.

“Sorry, that was—”

He squeaked when Dusk moved forward, pressing his own lips against Butterscotch’s. Despite being caught off-guard, the pegasus relaxed and gently pushed back.

In unison, they closed their eyes and let the world melt away. They focused entirely on one another, cooing softly. Butterscotch’s lips were incredibly tender, always so inviting to Dusk. Only his respect for Butterscotch’s boundaries restrained Dusk from kissing him as often as he could.

Dusk stepped forward. He lifted a hoof and placed it on the back of Butterscotch’s neck, stroking his silky pink mane. The pegasus gave a low sigh of contentment and reached forward with a hoof of his own, curling it around Dusk’s other forehoof and holding it close.

The two remained like that, entwined in their soft kiss and hot breaths brushing against each other’s muzzles. Dusk Shine could almost never say that his mind had been wiped clean, but a simple kiss with Butterscotch was all it took. He’d never admit it, but it was his favorite way to calm down.

The two broke their kiss at the same time, gazing into each other’s eyes. They both stepped forward, still holding hooves. Butterscotch lowered his head to press it against Dusk’s neck, while Dusk rested his head on Butterscotch’s mane, savoring that wonderful mixed scent of rain and chamomile.

“It’s no wonder we never went any further,” Dusk murmured. He shifted his other foreleg to drape it around Butterscotch’s neck in a one-legged hug.

Butterscotch chuckled breathlessly and leaned against him. “It’s hard to imagine something better than that.”

Dusk closed his eyes and smiled. He and Butterscotch stayed close, rubbing against each other softly. Dusk knew of no greater peace than when Butterscotch stilled his restless mind.

They closed their eyes and waited, both smiling. They could lose themselves like that, forgetting the entire world until nothing remained but them.

Butterscotch shifted and looked up. “Um, Duskie?”

“Hmm?” He rubbed Butterscotch’s neck.

“I still want to do it.”

Dusk paused in his petting, his mind starting back up. “Oh.”

Butterscotch looked worried. “Is that a problem?”

“No!” Dusk blurted. He flinched and lowered his volume. “No, not a problem. I guess I just kind of forgot.”

“Oh.” Butterscotch seemed to be fighting back a laugh.

Dusk cleared his throat, hoping Butterscotch didn’t notice his blush. “So, uh… Bedroom?”

Butterscotch gave him a shy smile. “That sounds nice.”

Dusk smiled back. “Right this way.” He turned and led them both across the room and up the stairs.

Rather spontaneously, Dusk decided to flick his tail out of the way, giving Butterscotch the briefest glimpse of what hid underneath. The sharp exhale he heard from behind him brought a smile to his face.

He reached the top of the stairs and trotted over to the bed, turning to watch Butterscotch reach the landing as well. Dusk fought the urge to chuckle at his coltfriend’s adorable blush. Part of him hoped he’d never get over that precious shyness.

“So, err… Now what?” Butterscotch asked, rubbing one foreleg against the other.

“Cuddling?” Dusk asked.

Butterscotch smiled and nodded. Dusk returned the smile before trotting over to his bed, climbing up, and lying down on his side.

Unable to hide his excitement, Butterscotch trotted over and climbed up as well, facing Dusk. He scooted over, pressing his stomach to Dusk’s and draping his legs over him.

Dusk sighed happily, relishing in that warm embrace. He lifted his own legs to return it, leaving the two of them face-to-face and nestled against each other.

Neither did anything at first, simply gazing into each other’s eyes. After an unspoken agreement, they leaned in and kissed again. Soft as always, earning pleasured coos from both.

Dusk rubbed his hooves along Butterscotch’s side, enjoying the softness of his fur and feathery wings. He moved his other foreleg into the crook of Butterscotch’s neck, propping his head up and pulling him tighter against him.

They broke the kiss, panting softly as violet and aquamarine met once more. That ever-present warmth inside Dusk grew ever greater the closer he became to Butterscotch, both physically and in the sense of something so much bigger than either of them.

“Dusk…” Butterscotch looked breathless, and Dusk smiled knowing that he felt the same way.

“We could try using our tongues,” Dusk said. It wouldn’t be the first time, but that had been weeks ago and a rather awkward attempt at that.

Butterscotch nodded. “Okay.”

They leaned in, Dusk’s breath hitching in his throat as their lips neared. Again they touched, and, once more, Dusk felt as though he were complete. They lingered like that at first, but Dusk pressed on by poking his tongue against Butterscotch’s lips.

After small hesitation, Butterscotch parted his lips. Eager but careful, Dusk pressed his tongue into Butterscotch’s mouth, tasting his minty breath for the first time. He hummed in contentment, poking his inexperienced tongue against his partner’s.

Butterscotch responded, his tongue meeting Dusk’s as he timidly prodded back. There was little rhyme or reason as the two of them slid and twirled their tongues together, no art in their motions so much as simple comfort and fulfillment. Neither wanted to break apart; they breathed through their noses as though breathing life into each other, air as warm as the affection within.

Butterscotch cooed in appreciation, Dusk continuing to caress his side and wing. Slow, tender motions, as gentle as those of his tongue. Dusk gave an approving noise as Butterscotch returned his affectionate petting, mimicking the motions along Dusk’s own wings.

Dusk withdrew his tongue and pulled back, a string of saliva connecting them as they both panted, awed by what they’d felt.

Butterscotch looked dazed. “That was…”

“...Way better than the first time,” Dusk finished.

They shared a quiet laugh as they continued to caress and pet one another. The feeling of his coltfriend’s hooves tracing along his side was a familiar one, but Dusk had a new appreciation for it now. Knowing their intentions made it seem all the more significant, as though each soft touch held an unspoken promise of more.

“So… What now?” Butterscotch asked.

Dusk thought for a moment. “What do you want to try?”

“I liked the kissing.” Butterscotch blushed, but couldn’t help his smile. “Could we do that but… More?”

Dusk hummed. “Ideas?”

Butterscotch shifted against him, but another round of stroking from Dusk’s roving hoof stilled his fidgeting. “What if we pressed our… you know. Parts together?”

Dusk nodded. “That’s called frotting, I think.”

“Okay, but—”

“I read that it can feel really nice, but we shouldn’t expect anything overwhelming.”

“Duskie?”

“But it’s worth trying, at least, even though—”

“Dusk,” Butterscotch said firmly. He smiled when Dusk trailed off, rather embarrassed. “It doesn’t matter what it’s called. I’d like to do it with you.”

Dusk considered that and nodded, wearing a blush of his own. “I’d like that.” He frowned, looking down at their lower bodies, still inches apart. “Okay, so…”

Dusk lifted a leg and slid closer, holding his breath as he pressed more and more of himself against Butterscotch. The warmth within and without grew ever greater the more they touched, until finally Dusk shivered as he felt his sheath press against his lover’s.

His heart skipped in his chest, knowing they’d reached a new height of intimacy. Neither was aroused yet, but the sheer closeness of it held a special meaning for them both.

“How does that feel?” Dusk asked. He felt a little embarrassed, looking into those blue eyes even as their most intimate parts pressed together.

“It’s… Nice.” Butterscotch couldn’t help his smile. “Should we…?”

Dusk leaned in and kissed him again. They parted their lips right away, allowing Dusk to eagerly press his tongue inside. It once again found Butterscotch’s tongue, and the two danced together briefly before Dusk changed his focus. He began moving it around in Butterscotch’s mouth, tracing his even rows of teeth.

At the same time he moved his hips, gently grinding his sheath against Butterscotch’s. The stallion gasped into his mouth, the friction sending little sparks of pleasure through them both. Dusk felt something stir, but his self-consciousness quickly withered amidst the growing desire and passion for his lover.

Dusk deepened the kiss, his tongue haphazardly trying to coat every corner of Butterscotch’s mouth. At the same time, the pegasus too began to grind his hips, both stallions moaning into their heated kiss as their tongues twirled together.

As Dusk’s own stallionhood emerged from its sheath, so too did Butterscotch’s, pressed against his. As though in perfect sync, both stallions became aroused, their lengths growing between their legs, inch by inch, rubbing together with their slow, mutual movements.

They moaned softly into each other’s mouths, eyes closed as they lost themselves in the sea of sensation. Their closeness and contact pressed the heat of their arousal against their respective stomachs, all the way until they were both fully erect.

They broke the kiss, looking at each other in amazement. They paused in their motions, holding still against each other with aching need connecting them both at the hips. It was a day of firsts for them both, and, as intimidating as it was, neither wanted it with anypony else.

“This is…” Dusk trailed off.

“Really nice,” Butterscotch said. Even his blush couldn’t stop his smile. “I feel so close to you.”

Dusk smiled back and gave Butterscotch a quick kiss on the nose. “So…” He rolled his hips, rubbing their shafts together and earning him a gasp from Butterscotch. “Do you mind if I take the lead?”

Butterscotch smiled and nodded shyly, the mere sight of such trust filling Dusk with joy.

Dusk pulled away from Butterscotch, their lengths separating and poking out freely. Dusk scooted away and sat up, getting on his knees as he looked over his coltfriend. His mind spun with the possibilities, hours of research at the forefront of his mind as he considered what to do next.

It wasn’t long before he decided. “Scotch, could you get on your stomach, please?”

Butterscotch hesitated, but he nodded and sat up. Dusk couldn’t stop his eyes from roving across the pegasus’ side and down to the arousal beneath him. Dark in color, girthy and long. A tempting prize for Dusk that he nonetheless had to be patient for.

Butterscotch got down on his stomach, head on the pillow. Dusk shifted, moving behind him and sitting on his haunches. He gently pressed his hooves to Butterscotch’s flanks, rubbing them in slow circles to appreciate the firmness beneath.

Butterscotch squirmed under the attention, his tail flicking restlessly. Knowing how shy he could be, Dusk felt rather flattered that Butterscotch could bear to be the center of his focus.

He nudged at Butterscotch’s rear, a wordless request. The pegasus looked back at him in askance, still shy even now.

“Lift up, please,” Dusk said, keeping his voice smooth. “I want to try something.”

“O-okay.” Butterscotch did so, putting his hind legs underneath him and raising up, leaving his front half low and his rear at eye-level with Dusk.

“Analingus,” Dusk said, remembering the definition. “Or a rimjob, as Barb put it.”

Butterscotch looked back at him, surprise on his face. “Duskie? Are you sure you want to do that?”

Dusk nodded. “I want to show you something.”

The surprise became confusion. “Show me what?”

Dusk smiled. “That there’s no part of you I don't love.”

Before Butterscotch could reply, Dusk lifted his tail out of the way, holding the soft pink hair to the side to expose his lover’s most intimate parts. His eyes first drifted to the tight, puckered ring just beneath, dark in color like the rest of his skin. Under that that were Butterscotch’s heavy balls, filled with the seed that Dusk hoped to coax out of him. And finally, further still, his dark member remained hard beneath him.

Mind made up, Dusk leaned forward, closer and closer to that ring between his cheeks. He parted his lips, pressing his mouth to the flesh and poking his tongue out, pressing it against that puckered entrance and tasting it for the first time.

It tasted bitter, which was better than Dusk had feared. It formed a neat contrast to the sweetness of his lover’s reaction. A shuddering gasp and a tremble in his legs as that warm tongue pressed against the sensitive skin.

Dusk slid his tongue back and forth across that dark flesh, tasting his stallion further. He swirled his tongue, following the shape. The heat was intense; nearly as great as the warmth in his chest.

Butterscotch panted heavily, cute little moans and quivers in his legs showing his enjoyment. He’d never experienced something like this before, and Dusk was all too happy to be the one to introduce him.

Dusk leaned forward, draping one foreleg around Butterscotch and hugging his rump. The other he used to stroke that pink tail, appreciating the incredible softness. He flicked it back to rest against his face, the silky strands and the sweet scent a wonderful mixture.

Butterscotch spread his legs on instinct. Taking the hint, Dusk poked his tongue directly against the hole, feeling the tight muscle relax under his ministrations. Butterscotch gasped and shivered as Dusk prodded harder, gently loosening it up.

Dusk found the muscle too firm to spread with his tongue, but did feel a perverse pleasure from coating the entirety of the ring with his saliva. When he felt he’d done all that he could, Dusk pulled back, his tired tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted for breath.

“Dusk…” Butterscotch looked back at him, an expression of need on his flushed face. His quivers didn’t cease, nor did the erratic flicks of his tail.

Dusk smiled at him. “Hmm?”

“You’re amazing.” The pegasus laughed breathlessly.

Dusk caressed his hoof along Butterscotch’s rump, delighting in its steady shakes of need.

Butterscotch flattened his ears against his head. “Does this mean you want to…?”

Dusk hummed. “Not quite yet. On your back, please?”

A bit confused, Butterscotch complied nonetheless, standing up on shaky legs and turning around, then lying on his back.

While Butterscotch was distracted, Dusk took the brief opportunity to cast a sterilization spell on the inside of his mouth.

Butterscotch finished positioning himself, hind legs spread and forelegs tucked against his chest. His dark stallionhood stuck right up in the air, aching with need and a clear fluid already forming at the tip.

Dusk couldn’t help but grin as he looked him over, watching the stallion squirm under his gaze. That shy, yet lustful expression. The desperate need to be sated between his legs. The way his tail twitched and flopped as though it had a mind of its own. The subtle flicks of his wings.

And best of all, the presence of that wondrous, pure love that he could see in those gorgeous blue eyes.

Dusk lowered himself between Butterscotch’s hind legs. That dark stallionhood was mere inches from his face, and Dusk licked his lips unconsciously as he considered his approach.

“Dusk?” Butterscotch asked.

Without a word, Dusk leaned forward and inhaled, shivering at the scent of the stallion’s musk, masculine yet sweet. His own length twitched between his legs, but he ignored his own need for the sake of his lover. Moving his head up, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip of Butterscotch’s cock, enveloping it in warm wetness.

Butterscotch exhaled sharply, shivering as Dusk’s wet, deft tongue swirled around the head. Dusk, for his part, gave a soft coo of pleasure. It tasted fleshy to him, with just a hint of masculinity. The taste of stallion, and, better yet, his stallion.

Dusk suckled on the head, encouraged by Butterscotch’s soft moans. A tiny spurt of precum rewarded him, salty in flavor. Dusk held it in his mouth, his curiosity getting the better of him. However, he loved the idea of having his lover’s essence within him, so he happily swallowed it down once he’d had his taste.

He had no delusions about his skill. Rather than moving quickly, he shifted a hoof to the base of the cock. He wrapped it around, feeling that warm, throbbing skin against his soft fur as he began to slowly stroke up and down.

He heard another shuddering gasp from Butterscotch, his tongue continuing its slow but firm licks around the head. Growing bolder, Dusk moved further down, eager to taste more of his stallion and earn more of those wonderful moans and sighs.

Inch by inch, Dusk took more of Butterscotch into his mouth. His muzzle spread around the impressive girth, filling his mouth pleasantly. The precum flowed freely, Dusk delighting in swallowing it down. He continued until the point where he would have gagged before pausing, using his steady hoof strokes to cover the rest of the shaft.

Dusk bobbed his head, lavishing the upper portion of the shaft in his tender affections. More and more, he tasted Butterscotch’s cum, salty and masculine and leaking freely from the tip. The pegasus’ hips twitched and writhed, his shuddering gasps and moans growing ever louder.

Dusk pumped the rest of the shaft with his hoof, marveling at the soft, yet leathery texture. The subtle bump each time his hoof passed over the medial ring, and that ever-present throbbing in tune with Butterscotch’s frantic heartbeat as he neared his release. His free hoof drifted lower, caressing that heavy ballsack as he wondered how much cum it held.

Dusk suckled softly on the head each time he rose up, tracing his tongue around the bulbous tip. He would then lower himself as he stroked upward with his hoof, all the way until his lips met his own fur and he could do it all over again.

Butterscotch’s cum filled his mouth freely, his increasing moans, gasps and twitches a sure sign of his impending climax. The warmth within him growing ever brighter, Dusk had every intention of bringing Butterscotch all the way to his peak.

“D-Dusk...” Butterscotch panted. “Dusk! I’m almost there!”

Dusk paused, looking up at Butterscotch. His gaze burned with his love for the pegasus, and he made his intentions clear when he turned his attention back to his task and continued. He pumped Butterscotch’s cock up and down, the same rapid pace at which he bobbed his head, the shaft passing between his lips as it twitched and throbbed.

With a final cry, the head of Butterscotch’s cock flared in Dusk’s mouth, the pegasus himself bucking his hips on instinct as he reached his climax. He tossed his head back, his entire body tensing as that overwhelming pleasure washed over him.

Dusk gagged as he felt the first enormous spurt fill his mouth. Warm and sticky, it nearly overwhelmed him on the spot. He quickly and eagerly swallowed it down, freeing the space for the next spurt of cum. Again and again Butterscotch filled his mouth, steadily outpacing Dusk’s frantic swallowing.

Eventually, Dusk gave in, loosening his lips and letting the excess cum ooze out of his mouth. It trailed down Butterscotch’s still-spurting length, and though Dusk continued to swallow weakly, he simply couldn’t keep pace.

After a while, Butterscotch’s climax came to an end, the pegasus whimpering and shivering as he entered his afterglow. Dusk pulled off the softening cock, leftover cum spilling from between his loose lips as he half-heartedly swallowed the rest.

Though his own need remained, Dusk only desired closeness now. He stood and slowly crawled his way up Butterscotch, his hard shaft rubbing against his belly as he moved. He held eye contact with his lover, his needy breaths hot against yellow fur.

He reached his goal, standing above Butterscotch and leaning down to capture him in another kiss. This time, he coaxed the pegasus’ tongue into his own mouth, letting the stallion taste the remnants of his own release as Dusk affectionately played with his tongue.

His need was so great that Dusk couldn’t resist rolling his hips, rubbing his own shaft against the soft fur of Butterscotch’s stomach and leaving his own trail of precum.

They broke apart, panting for breath. They gave each other open-mouthed smiles, tongues limp and spent.

“How was that?” Dusk asked.

Butterscotch giggled. “Do you even have to ask?”

Dusk leaned in and gave Butterscotch a kiss on the nose. He’d have liked to settle down and simply cuddle with his lover, but that ache between his legs still demanded attention.

“So uh… Do you want to keep going?” Dusk asked, unable to keep his desire out of his voice.

Butterscotch squirmed, rather deliberately rubbing against Dusk’s hard shaft. “I do,” he said with a gentle smile. “I want to make you feel good.”

Dusk smiled and gave Butterscotch another kiss. Simple and brief, a mere acknowledgement as he positioned himself, pressing the head of his cock against Butterscotch’s entrance.

The pegasus squirmed, chewing his lower lip. “Don’t we…?”

Dusk closed his eyes and concentrated, his horn glowing with purple magic. He tensed as he felt a pleasurable tingle envelop his shaft, followed by a soothing warmth as it became totally coated in a slippery lubricant.

“I’ll go slow,” Dusk said, holding Butterscotch’s gaze. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

Butterscotch nodded, bracing himself as Dusk shifted and lined himself up. Carefully, Dusk began to apply pressure, never once looking away from those aquamarine eyes as he moved. That tight ring of muscle held firm at first, but steadily yielded to him the more he pressed. Butterscotch looked a bit uncomfortable, though he didn’t object until, finally, the head of Dusk’s cock popped inside.

Dusk throw his head back and gasped as he felt that tight heat envelop him, the same moment that Butterscotch hissed in discomfort. That immediately gave the alicorn pause. He looked down at his lover in concern.

“I’m okay,” Butterscotch said, the words a bit strained. “J-just a second, please.”

Dusk held himself still, fighting against that overpowering instinct to simply hilt himself and start thrusting. Every sense he had told him that nothing mattered but relief—and yet, he shoved that primal urge aside with his sheer desire not to harm his lover.

After what felt like an eternity, Butterscotch looked up and gave him a nod.

Taking the invitation more than eagerly, Dusk sank another inch of himself into Butterscotch. Again he felt resistance, but, this time, it yielded more easily. He nonetheless continued slowly, eyes closed and teeth clenched as he worked his way inside.

Inch by inch, more of the stallion’s tight, hot depths enwrapped his member. Those inner walls clenched and relaxed around him, over and over, as though attempting to draw him deeper inside. Dusk was only too happy to oblige, desperate to bury himself to the hilt inside this stallion and leave them joined at last.

He soon had his wish fulfilled, his balls brushing against Butterscotch’s silky tail and his hips pressed firmly to the pegasus’ rump. They both panted heavily, faces flushed, that unfathomable fullness and intense heat and tightness incredible to them both.

“Y-you okay?” Dusk asked, concerned despite his instinct screaming at him to continue.

“I’m fine.” Butterscotch gave a shuddering exhale. “Go slow, please?”

Dusk kissed him on the nose before pulling back, shuddering in pleasure as those tight walls rubbed against his sensitive length. Butterscotch squirmed and moaned softly, feeling that fullness leave him and immediately wishing for its return.

Dusk withdrew until only the head remained inside, then pushed forward once more. Easier than the first time he sank inside, the inner walls giving way to his twitching length.

He pulled back and gave another thrust. Still slow and smooth, but with more confidence than before. Both stallions moaned as Dusk filled Butterscotch again, that aching need growing ever stronger.

“Scotch, do you...?” The need was apparent in Dusk’s voice.

Butterscotch nodded quickly. “You can move faster now.” The pegasus spread his hind legs further in invitation.

Dusk gave him a thankful smile before pulling back, then thrusting back inside.

Again they both gasped in delight, that incredible warmth embracing Dusk’s length. Even as hot as it felt, it still failed to surpass that blooming warmth inside Dusk. The ever-present fire that never faded below embers rose to an inferno in moments like these.

As Dusk continued to thrust in and out, Butterscotch reached up and wrapped his forelegs around him, needing his presence. Dusk gave a strained smile in response and never broke pace, thrusting steadily into Butterscotch’s loosened passage.

Butterscotch gasped and moaned with every thrust, Dusk’s ministrations rubbing against that wondrous sweet spot inside him. His cock hardened once again, ready for a second climax that Dusk more than intended to give him. That length pressed against Dusk’s fur, an intense heat against his stomach that served as a reminder of his lover’s pleasure as well as his own.

Dusk continued to increase his pace, though he never moved roughly or rapidly. As worked up as he already was, Dusk knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. His mind narrowed, the entire world darkening until nothing remained but his own desire and the incredible stallion who promised to sate it.

“S-Scotch...” Dusk panted, never slowing. “N-not much longer. Where…?”

“Inside!” Butterscotch shouted, giving Dusk a desperate look. “I want it inside me!”

Dusk’s relief at the reply must have shown on his face, for he took that as his cue. He hilted himself again, then only pulled out halfway. He thrust back inside, repeatedly giving Butterscotch short, fast thrusts to push himself over the edge.

It didn’t take him long.

With a loud cry, Dusk buried himself inside Butterscotch one final time, tossing his head back as he reached his peak. He came hard, those clenching walls coaxing his release out of him. He pumped spurt after spurt of his thick, sticky load inside, spilling across Butterscotch’s inner walls and coating them in his hot spunk.

Butterscotch closed his eyes and groaned, delighting in the feeling of his lover finishing inside. He wrapped his hind legs around Dusk’s rear, holding him in place. He lay there, writhing and quivering as Dusk rode out his climax, filling him in places he’d never felt before with that incredible, fulfilling warmth.

Dusk pumped his hips on instinct, ensuring he got every last drop inside his lover. He came down from his climax in a daze, the relief so great that he felt as though he could’ve cried. Instead he became aware of Butterscotch’s own need, still pressing hard against his stomach.

Without missing a beat, Dusk lifted himself up, still remaining inside but giving him a gap to reach down with a hoof. Butterscotch gasped in delight as Dusk wrapped his hoof around his cock, rapidly stroking it up and down. The pegasus teetered on the edge of his second orgasm, and the feeling of the warm spunk inside him and that frantic pumping more than did the job.

Butterscotch gave a high-pitched moan and writhed as his climax hit. He shot sticky spurts of spunk all over his own chest, weaker than before, but still a generous reward. Dusk took advantage, lowering himself and pressing their stomachs together again, relishing in the feeling of his lover’s warm cum soaking into both of their coats.

Butterscotch’s second orgasm was brief but intense. By the time it was over, he’d been completely exhausted.

Dusk lay on top of him, letting himself go soft inside as he panted and waited to regain his strength. He had enough presence of mind to look to Butterscotch’s face, feeling absolute adoration that dwarfed even what he’d felt for him before.

Once he’d caught his breath, Dusk lifted himself up, slowly pulling his sensitive cock out of Butterscotch’s stretched entrance. Cum spilled out of the pegasus as the head came free, the cock itself soft and limp.

Dusk shakily moved to lie on his side, cuddling up against Butterscotch, desperate to be as close as he could. He wrapped both forelegs around him, heedless of the cum that still stickied them both.

They lay there for a while, awed by their coupling and relishing in each other’s company. Dusk had never felt closer to his lover than he did now. Happy as he was, some small part of him feared that it could never be that good again.

That momentary fear was brushed aside when Butterscotch broke the silence. “You’re a messy one.”

Dusk chuckled. “So are you. I feel like I drank a whole cup of hot chocolate.”

Butterscotch hummed, his chest vibrating pleasantly against Dusk. “That sounds like it’d be nice.”

Dusk gave him a look. “I’m not getting up.”

The pegasus giggled. “Worth a try.”

More silence, but neither found it uncomfortable. Companionable silence was something it had taken them both a while to get used to.

“I love you, Scotch,” Dusk mumbled sleepily.

Butterscotch rubbed his side with a hoof. “And I love you, Dusk.”

Dusk grunted. “I’m about to fall asleep. Should we clean up first?”

Butterscotch squeezed him. “It’s okay. We can wash each other later.”

Dusk smiled and nestled closer against Butterscotch, closing his eyes and letting himself relax.

“I’ll see you then,” was the last thing Dusk said before drifting off in his lover’s embrace.