Requests 2

Soarin whistled joyfully to himself as he dressed. He always hated this part. The suit was not only uncomfortable, but also hard to put on. He had suggested the designer include a zipper, but the obnoxious pony had insisted it would somehow ruin the aerodynamics of the jumpsuit. So Soarin and the rest of the team had to squeeze themselves into and out of the stupid things between performances.

Soarin had almost managed to finish up before Spitfire burst in with a, “Soarin, are you ready yet.”

“I’m almost dressed Spits,” Soarin turned and shot his leader a smile. “Or were you hoping to catch a peek?”

Spitfire gave his friend a playful slap. “Soarin we don’t have time we need you out there in five okay?”

“Are you sure? I can get this off in just twenty minutes if you’re up for it?”

Spitfire just chuckled and left the room. Soarin’s eyes followed him as he left. One thing he had to admit he liked about these ridiculous suits; they left very little to the imagination.

*****

The show went fantastic as usual with the newly added finale being a real crowd pleaser. A coordinated whirlwind made by six team members with fire trailing behind them followed by a crash and a full on simulated meteor storm perform by most of the team on fire. Truly it was some of Spitfire’s best work, and, a stickler for tradition Soarin guessed, Spitfire had nothing to do by the end of the night but complain about what went wrong.

“-Also Misty you were late with the dowsing clouds. Be more careful next time somepony could’ve burned their mane off.” Soarin was finally starting to listen again now that their leader was nearing the end of his speech. “I think that’s it.” Spitfire glanced at a notebook he kept nearby to double check, but couldn’t seem to find it. Soarin was a bit of a fan of routine himself, and made sure to steal the evil little book every time Spits rambled for more than twenty minutes.

“Yeah that should be it,” Soarin said cheerily while the yellow pegasus searched for his book. “Well done on the show everypony. Now go ahead and relax a bit. This was our last show for the season, so we’ve got a break until the wedding in a month.”

The gathered pegasi looked to Spitfire for confirmation, and he nodded. After that they cleared out incredibly quickly. Soarin made for the exit himself after most of them had cleared out, but, right in line with the usual routine, Spitfire grabbed one of his wings and held him in place.

“Are you hitting on me, sir?” he asked seductively.

Spitfire shook his head and sighed. “Just give me the notebook Soarin, I don’t think I’m up for the games tonight.” Soarin happily reached into his mane and showed Spitfire his book, but he moved it out of his friend’s reach before he could grab it. “What did I just say Soarin?” Spitfire asked angrily. At least he probably thought he sounded angry. Soarin could tell he was hiding a smile.

“Well first you said I should give you Spits’ notebook,” the blue pegasus moved slowly away from Spitfire as he spoke,” But then you said you weren’t up for games tonight. So I decided you were an imposter.” Soarin punctuated this sentence with his winning smile shooting straight at his friend. “And sourpuss imposters don’t get notebooks.” This wasn’t part of the pair’s usual routine, but Soarin always considered himself to be good at improvising.

Spitfire lunged for his subordinate, but Soarin moved quickly around the table. “Alright Soarin I’ll play,” Spitfire said,” What do I have to do to convince you I’m the real Spitfire.” Spits sounded exhausted as he spoke, but he was still trying, and failing, to hide a smile.

“Well you’re playing with me, so that’s a start.” Soarin tossed the notebook and moved a little closer to the window. “But I think I’ll need a little more. To start if you’re the real Spits, I’d like to know why you sound so much like an imposter.”

Spitfire’s hidden smile faded and was replaced by an imposter of its own. “That doesn’t sound like much fun Soarin,” he said seductively,” Wouldn’t you prefer we play a different game?”

“That can wait till later.” Soarin placed the notebook on the windowsill. “First I’d like to finish our little game of interrogation.”

Spitfire moved closer and put a hoof on Soarin’s shoulder. “Well you know a proper interrogation doesn’t work without a little torture right?” he continued in his seductive tone. “I’ve got the cuffs back in my room if you want to move the game there.” Soarin noted that his eyes never seemed to leave the notebook.

In fact, as the yellow pegasus spoke he reached cautiously behind Soarin towards the little black tome, but he was abruptly stopped by none other than Soarin’s blue wing. Meanwhile, one of the blue pegasus’s other limbs lovingly grabbed his friend’s chin and forced him to look into his eyes. “Spits,” was all he said.

Spitfire sighed and backed off. “Alright, Soarin,” he said as he took a seat,” Go ahead and ask again.”

Soarin laughed and wrapped a foreleg around the yellow pegasus. “So I won then?”

Spitfire’s hidden smile showed again, albeit this time undisguised. “Yeah you won. So what was the question, oh masterful interrogator?”

“Alright,” the blue pegasus continued,” Why are you so worried about this latest trick?”

“You know why,” was Spitfires only response. Soarin did know why of course. This was Spits’ original trick. The one he had dreamt of performing ever since the two of them had founded the Bolts, and this was the first time they had actually done it in front of an audience.

“Alright,” Soarin said,” Then I guess the next question should be why you’re so upset when it went just fine?” The blue pegasus never raised his voice and kept his smile constant as he spoke. Spitfire pretended not to look at him of course, but the smile was infectious and Spitfire was wearing it now even as he spoke forlornly.

“It just wasn’t what I imagined is all. Silly right?” the yellow pegasus chuckled,” I guess that’s to be expected after all this time blowing it up in my head, but well…” the leader of the Wonderbolts stopped abruptly. Soarin noticed a single tear begin to trickle down his face.

“It was perfect Spits,” he pulled the stallion closer and gave him a peck on the cheek. “As perfect as it gets anyway.”

Spitfire nodded and wiped away the tear. He didn’t say anything but he did lean in closer to Soarin.

“One more question,” the blue pegasus began, eliciting a confused look from his partner,” What do I need to do to cheer you up?”

Spitfire laughed. “Well how about this for a start?” The yellow pegasus shot Soarin a real seductive smile and leaned in for a kiss. Soarin responded lovingly with a light peck on the yellow stallion’s lips. He was happy to be back in the usual routine.

Soarin broke the embrace. “I think now’s the proper time to move things to your room.”

Spitfire nodded and moved around the blue stallion toward the door. “I’ll go ahead and get ready, while you work your way out of the suit.” Soarin watched him go all the way, but it was clear from the way that the fiery stallion moved his hips that Spits expected as much. “Oh and I’ll be counting. You have twenty minutes.” With that Spitfire headed down the hallway, and Soarin began to furiously work his way out of the jumpsuit.

*****

Spitfire hummed cheerfully as he cuffed himself to the bed. Soarin had never bothered to ask him what his obsession was with this particular kink, and he was admittedly happy about that. It was embarrassing after all, admitting that he enjoyed the utter loss of control during sex. And of course, admitting just how much he trusted the cocky stallion wouldn’t do him any good anyway.

Still humming he spread himself out on the bed and slipped the second hoofcuff on, just in time for his stallion to saunter in. “Hey isn’t it my job to put the cuffs on?” he asked.

Spitfire put on an annoyed expression and turned to conceal himself. “Well you took too long, so I had to do it myself.” The fiery stallion then made sure to turn his head dismissively.

Soarin didn’t respond vocally. He simply climbed into the bed and stared the fiery stallion straight in the eyes with that obnoxious smile of his. Spitfire tried to hold out, but he only managed a few second before the same smile overtook his own face. “You’re such a bad actor,” his partner said while nudging him playfully.

Spitfire would have smacked Soarin’s hoof away normally, but his own hooves were of course tied. Instead he opted for a more diplomatic solution. When the blue stallion’s hoof moved close enough he made sure to catch it with his tongue, and lick it as provocatively as he could. It was hardly hitting the g-spot, but Soarin got the message.

“Eager to start today?”

Spitfire stopped licking and Soarin pulled his hoof away. “Well I did have some extra time to get ready?”

Soarin chuckled. “Well maybe if you keep picking on me, I won’t help you out.” Spitfire followed Soarins hoof as he moved it downwards and started stroking himself. “Maybe I’ll just sit here staring at you and enjoy ‘myself’.”

Spitfire dragged his gaze away from his partner’s stallionhood and stared him dead in the eyes. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t enjoy that?”

“Well you would,” the obnoxious pegasus admitted, “But I’m guessing you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as this?” Soarin inched himself closer as he spoke and began to stroke Spitfire’s member along with his own. “And I know you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as this.” Soarin reached across his partner and began to delicately caress his wings.

Spitfire jerked against the chains for a moment. His reflexes told him to slap Soarin’s hoof away or fold his wings, and of course neither was going to happen anytime soon. Soarin was truly delicate though as he skillfully moved his hoof between the feathers and strokes the sensitive skin beneath them.

Soarin laughed. “You are way too into wing play.”

“S-shut up,” Spitfire stuttered. He probably would have finished with an insult of his own, but he was quickly interrupted by another peck on the lips from his lover.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be making demands aren’t I?” Soarin smiled and increased his pace around the pair’s groins. He also added in a brief press on his partner’s wing, prompting Spitfire to gasp. “After all isn’t that the point of this?”

Spitfire nodded. “Alright sir,” he said after regaining his breath, “Do I even have to ask what those demands are?” The yellow pegasus punctuated his statement by wrapping a hind leg around his lover’s waist.

“I think you might be surprised?” Soarin gave his partner another kiss and ceased his groin stroking for a moment to push away Spitfire’s leg. The blue pegasus backed off the bed and reached for the lube Spitfire had left on the nightstand.

“Seems like you’re looking pretty eager to start,” the yellow stallion said with a smirk.

Soarin nodded and climbed back onto the bed mumbling,” Go ahead and turn over,” as he stood above his bound lover.

Spitfire complied, and raised his legs. To his surprise, Soarin’s first move was actually to lower them. His second move was to pour the bottle’s contents onto the fiery stallion’s shaft and begin to spread it with his hooves. “Well this is a change,” Spitfire said jokingly.

Soarin set the bottle aside and shot his partner a smile. “I just thought we could break from routine today,” he said,” You know in celebration.”

Spitfire shook his head. “Soarin, you don’t have to-“

The stallion was once again cut off by a kiss as his partner climbed into position on top of him. “I think it’s pretty obvious I don’t have to,” he said, breaking the kiss and gesturing to the cuffs, “You should know by now when I do something, it’s because I want to.”

Soarin shot his partner one more winning smile, and slid back onto Spitfire’s shaft. The stallion flinched as he was penetrated, but the smile plastered on his face only grew wider. Spitfire contributed as much as he could by thrusting his hips, but, thanks to the handcuffs, Soarin was still the one in control.

He lowered himself slowly and gently onto Spitfire’s member. It wasn’t a new experience, but it was certainly a rare one, and he intended to take it slowly. He actually reached his partner’s hips much sooner than he had expected after faltering a bit and falling onto him. His reaction was simply to moan, in pleasure and continue onward.

After he was comfortable with the feeling, Soarin began to move as fast as he could manage. Spitfire, meanwhile, spent all his energy trying to keep himself from reaching his peak too fast. Unfortunately due to the usual position he assumed, he had tried to practice sensitivity rather than endurance.

It didn’t take long for the yellow pegasus to cum, although the final burst did come as a surprise to Soarin, who had just managed to lower himself to the end of the shaft when it happened. A long drawn out moan escaped him as he stopped to savor the feeling. This was a new experience, and it felt good.

The blue stallion clenched tightly and began pumping again soon after. Another burst shot into him with each motion, and he could tell that he was close. Spitfire began to jerk at the chains as he saw Soarin increasing his pace. He could tell his lover was mere inches from cumming, and he found that he almost desperately wanted to help him finish.

The good news was that his help was apparently unnecessary. After one final pump Soarin slammed his hooves on the bed and let out another loud moan. The next indication that he had finished came to Spitfire as a splatter of warm liquid on his face and chest. The final indication came of course when the stallion collapsed, panting, on top of him.

“I thought we agreed you would never cum on my face,” Spitfire chuckled.

“No demands from you remember,” Soarin responded jokingly through his panting. The two laughed together for a moment after that before Soarin finally pulled himself off of his partner. Just before stepping off the bed he planted one more kiss on Spitfires lips. This one lasted far longer than a peck though, and finally broke with Soarin saying an affectionate, “I love you Spits.”

Spitfire simply smiled up at his lover for a moment before responding. “I love you too Soar.”