Lonely Nights

They entered Midnight's room. Midnight gestured for Braeburn to get on the bed. Braeburn obeyed, and Midnight closed the door behind them.

"What do ya have planned?" Braeburn asked as Midnight climbed on top of him.

"You'll see." Midnight nuzzled Braeburn's chin while kissing his neck. As Midnight peppered Braeburn's neck with kisses, he moved his hoof down Braeburn's back, until it was just above its destination.

"What are ya doing?" Braeburn asked, even though he sounded like he was enjoying it.

"Do you want me to continue?" Midnight replied.

It didn't take long for Braeburn to come up with an answer. "Yes." Not wasting a second, Midnight's hoof made contact with Braeburn's ass. Braeburn moaned with pleasure, he needed relief from his problems. Midnight left a trail of kisses down Braeburn's chest. Passing Braeburn's belly, Midnight's kisses trailed downwards towards Braeburn's cock. Midnight nuzzled Braeburn's balls while giving his inner thighs a licking simultaneously.

Braeburn's shaft hardened as Midnight played with Braeburn's ass. Midnight decided it was time, so he started licking Braeburn's balls, coating both with his saliva. Braeburn's was enjoying every moment, emphasized by his growing length. Midnight's own member hardened as Braeburn, nonverbally, begged him to give him a taste of Midnight's stallionhood. Midnight complied and adjusted his body so that his rod hovered over Braeburn's gaping maw.

Braeburn thanked him by playfully licking the tip, teasing him. Midnight returned the favor by tracing his tongue up and down Braeburn's shaft, eliciting a moan from him. Midnight then took Braeburn's tip into his mouth, slathering it with his saliva. Braeburn moaned, and mimicked Midnight's motion. A little of Braeburn's pre oozed out of his tip, only to be lapped up by Midnight.

Eventually, Midnight swallowed all the way to Braeburn's medial ring. Braeburn moaned blissfully, the action making his length stiffen more. Midnight bobbed his head up and down while writhing his tongue around his partner's member. Braeburn, due to the amount of pleasure he was experiencing, had slowed down his efforts, much to Midnight's disappointment. Midnight lowered his hips so that his stallionhood made contact with Braeburn's tongue.

Braeburn got the hint and began mirroring Midnight's behavior. Midnight, in one swift movement, used his unoccupied hoof to caress Braeburn's thigh. Braeburn tensed, and—to Midnight's delight—vibrated his mouth, which was clamped down on Midnight's member. The vibration caused Midnight to moan with pleasure, coaxing some pre to leak out. Midnight may know how to please a stallion without any experience, but he didn't have enough endurance, supported by the fact that he felt his climax approaching.

Braeburn—whether he knew Midnight was close or not—sucked on Midnight's rod a bit harder, causing Midnight to groan with pleasure. Midnight was closing in on his climax, and he knew it. In a last-minute effort to have Braeburn climax along with him, he started going up and down slightly faster—doing the same vibrating technique Braeburn had done earlier. Braeburn enjoyed it so much, that he closed his eyes and panted—even with Midnight in his mouth.

Braeburn's shaft pulsed and, eventually, squirted his seed into Midnight's mouth, firing shot after shot. Seconds later, during which Midnight continued licking Braeburn's rod clean, Midnight's own member exploded, coating the interior of Braeburn's maw with his seed. When both stallions finished licking the other's shaft clean, Midnight adjusted himself and laid down on top of Braeburn.

Their heavy breathing fell into a rhythm. They remained still, embracing each other as their chests rose and fell with each breath. Midnight nuzzled up to Braeburn and kissed him under his chin. The clock on Midnight's wall read eleven o'clock. Braeburn didn't want to end the night so soon. Suddenly, he got an idea, one that would surely please Midnight.
"Midnight, wouldja turn round fer me?" Midnight complied. When he settled back into Braeburn's forelegs, he was caught off guard by two hooves ferociously tickling his sides.

"Braeburn, haha. Stahahp. Plehehease," Midnight begged. Midnight, Braeburn found out, was very ticklish and couldn't escape the situation he was in. He writhed with joy in Braeburn's clutches, gasping for breath as Braeburn continued his assault. Braeburn smiled, and almost laughed as well. Midnight's laughter not only brought him joy, but also reanimated Braeburn's rod. Braeburn got on top of Midnight, and turned him so he could see Braeburn's next move. He took long licks, starting from Midnight's lower belly up to his neck, provoking another series of giggles. "Braeburn, stop. I can't breheheathe."

Braeburn obeyed and Midnight took in lungfuls of air. He had never experienced anything like that before, even with Pinkie. They looked each other in the eyes. Braeburn pointed down with one hoof at his crotch. Midnight looked, his own starting to revive, and licked his lips.

"You going to stay in that position, or are you going to shuffle your cute ass over here so I can get another taste?" Midnight questioned with bedroom eyes. Braeburn shook his head, much to Midnight's disappointment.

Seeing Midnight's frown, Braeburn told him, "I've got a better idea." Midnight's ears perked up and he tilted his head in curiosity. "How 'bout ya spread yer hind legs and relax?" Braeburn finished his thought with a seductive tone. Midnight did as told, not giving it much thought on what Braeburn had planned.

Braeburn decided to start with something before what he intended. He spread Midnight's legs further, revealing his hole. Braeburn licked his lips, getting ready for what he was about to do. He stuck out his tongue, gliding it across one of Midnight's flanks, before stopping short of his hole. Midnight squirmed when Braeburn did that, giving Braeburn the signal that he was enjoying it. He teased Midnight's hole by tracing it with his tongue, going clockwise and counterclockwise a few times. Midnight moaned with pleasure at the tactic.

Braeburn's length hardened with the constant teasing. His tongue journeyed further into Midnight's hole, exploring the dark, wet cave. Midnight clenched his hole on Braeburn's tongue, ecstasy coursing through every fiber of his being. Braeburn's rod pulsated, begging to enter the cave itself. Although Braeburn would enjoy fucking Midnight senseless, he wanted Midnight to howl with bliss by Braeburn eating him out. Braeburn's tongue inched in further, forcing Midnight's precum to trickle down his member. Braeburn's own rod dribbled, soaking into Braeburn's hind leg.

Since he knew continuing would keep both of them on the edge, Braeburn dislodged his tongue. He put his forelegs onto Midnight's chest, and angled his rod so that it was in a readied position. Braeburn looked Midnight in the eyes, awaiting his say-so. With a nod from Midnight— accompanied by a devil-may-care smile— Braeburn gently inserted his length into Midnight. One of Midnight's hind legs twitched as he awaited what he yearned for.

Braeburn started slowly, picking up the pace as he went along. The more he fucked Midnight, the more his hole stretched— allowing Braeburn to enter deeper. Braeburn pulled out until only the tip remained, and thrust hard— reentering Midnight. Every thrust grazed Midnight's P-spot, sending him into an uncontrollable series of orgasms.

Midnight's member flared up, and a sudden realization washed over him. "Braeburn... I'm... I'm..." Midnight tried saying, but he was too far gone from the continuous pounding. Midnight's balls clenched, making him finish his thought. "I'm cumming!" Midnight's length shot its first load— which landed on his neck. Another load was fired, this time onto his stomach.

Braeburn didn't here Midnight. The reason being that he was also cumming, directly into Midnight's ass. All three loads painted Midnight's entire rectum white. Midnight's final load just ran down his softening cock. Braeburn— after withdrawing his own softening rod— bent his head down and lapped it up along with the other two.

For the rest of the night, they laid together in each others embrace. Both satisfied with what just transpired. Neither wanting to get out of bed the following morning, even though the party was drawing ever close. They did, however, devise what they were going to do about Braeburn's date: just tell the truth. Both accepted it as their plan, and they were determined to not hide their pride.