Sandbar poked his head out of the shower stall nervously. He released a deep sigh when he saw nopony was in the room. He stepped out of the shower and kicked the last droplets of water off his hooves. He tossed the soaking towel into the dirty pile as he hurried back his room. He pushed the door open and waited while the griffon followed him in. The earth pony shut the door.

Sandbar kissed Gallus.

I’m sorry, it said, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. I want this, it said as he gently pushed his tongue forwards to explore the griffon’s mouth. I need you now, it said, the two tongues twisting and twining together.

The pony and griffon pulled away simultaneously, and Sandbar gasped at the loss of sensation and with relief at getting a full breath of air.

“I’m sorry,” he said aloud, still thinking about how he had hurt him in the shower.

“For the hundredth time, I’m fine,” Gallus replied gruffly.

“If there’s anything I can do-“ the earth pony said.

The griffon smiled, a small smirk growing into a wider grin. “Well, there is one thing that might make me feel better.”

Sandbar smirked. “Let’s test that theory.” He turned and nudged the griffon backwards towards his bed. Gallus sat on the edge of the bed, his feline legs hanging down below his long body. Sandbar kissed him again, letting his tongue gently move around the interior of Gallus’ beak while the griffon’s tongue played along his own. He broke away, almost reluctantly, and looked down to see a bright red shaft pushing up out of the griffon’s crotch. He raised a hoof and pushed Gallus backward gently. The griffon flopped back dramatically, his wings extending as he fell, making what looked like a feathery explosion. Sandbar kept his eyes up, away from his friend’s rear, still not wanting to think about the hurt he’d just caused. He kept his focus instead on the delicious-looking shaft. He clambered up on the bed and lay down parallel to Gallus, facing the opposing direction. He leaned his head over and gave a gentle lick. The musky aroma was subtler than the last time, the scent nearly masked in the soft, floral smell of the soap. But it was still unmistakably male and griffon.

And undeniably sexy.

Sandbar felt his own shaft sliding from its sheath. Nimble claws guided it down and wrapped around the solidifying girth. Sandbar shuddered and moaned, letting the sensation wash over him. He leaned forward and swallowed the griffon’s length, letting his tongue cradle the shaft. Sandbar felt one claw come free from his shaft and a moment later felt a claw settle at the base of his tail.

He massaged Gallus’ cock, rolling his head forward and back, letting the tip trail along the top of his mouth and back almost out before swallowing back down. The griffon’s knot had begun to form, and it brushed against the front of the pony’s snout as Sandbar leaned forward.

“Lean down some,” Gallus said. Sandbar wasn’t sure what the griffon was up to, but he complied, leaning to the side to keep his shaft from getting trapped as he lowered his body to the bed. The tip lay atop Gallus’ chest. The feel of soft fur against his flesh was a thrill. He pulled his head back, letting the griffon’s tip slide back down his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip. He felt himself surge with excitement as he swallowed the griffon’s sweet precum. Light, if the griffon’s cum tasted like that, he thought, he would just suck his dick all day.

I fail to see how that’s different from now.

Shh, I’m busy, he chided himself. He dove forward, spreading his mouth wide and taking the griffon’s entire length into his muzzle. The shaft twitched and pulsed in his mouth. He felt his own shaft harden. Sweet sunlight, sucking griffon dick made him hard. Even though he had just cum less than an hour ago, he was nearly ready to bust again. He was almost surely leaking pre on the griffon’s chest. That thought did nothing to slow the rush of blood to his flare that Gallus was gently rubbing. Neither did the near-constant faucet of pre coating his tongue as he continued to work on the shaft in front of him.

Sandbar felt the claw on his backside shift and suddenly felt a small amount of pressure at his tail hole. His eyes flew wide and he gasped.

What in Tartarus does he think he’s doing?

The earth pony grunted as the pressure of the claw shifted, wiggling slightly around the opening of the hole. The teasing pressure was exciting.

Except that it’s not. You are not into butt stuff.

He pulled his head off the griffon’s cock to tell his boyfriend to stop. Right as he opened his mouth to talk, Gallus quit teasing and pushed one talon in. Sandbar moaned and slapped a hoof up to cover his open mouth.

“Relax,” his boyfriend commanded, “you said anything, right?”

Not what I meant!

The other part of his brain wasn’t so sure.

The talon pushed forward as the other claw worked at the end of the pony’s penis.

OH LIGHT.

Sandbar felt himself clench his rear involuntarily around the invading digit.

The sensation of the pressure, the tingling of his ring made him whinny.

“Gallus,” he whimpered.

“I’m-“

He felt himself twitch and surge in his boyfriend’s claw. His rear tightened forcefully around the talon before relaxing.

“Y-You,” he stuttered.

The griffon sped up his stroking and shoved the talon in, up to his hand, causing Sandbar to once again clench.

“Gonna,” he grunted before language fled. He felt himself clench and release several times around the talon in his hole, his swollen cock dancing in the griffon’s grip. He threw his head back and felt himself falling over the edge. The pressure built and shone like a beacon in his loins.

He felt himself empty his balls. Every spasm caused his ring to clench on the inserted talon as his cock twitched and thumped against the griffon’s chest. He shuddered as the clenching slowed and gasped as he felt the talon slide back and out of his rear.

“Fuck,” he managed to mutter. He looked down and saw several long lines of cum splattered across Gallus’ tawny chest fur. The griffon had a huge smile on his beak.

“You liked it.”

It didn’t seem to Sandbar that there was any way to deny it. Instead of trying, he just went back to sucking the griffon’s knotted dick.

“FUCK,” the griffon exclaimed loudly.

You liked it.

He swirled his tongue around the tip, collecting the large dollop of delicious fluid and savoring the taste.

You like sucking dick, too.

He dove forward, eliciting a near screech of pleasure from Gallus as the pony’s muzzle engulfed the entire length.

You’d like his knot in your butt, too.

Oh Light, Sandbar realized. He really, really would. The pony moaned, letting himself think about it. The griffon under him squirmed and mewled. The pony lightly applied his teeth to the knot, ever so gently holding it firm without biting. A squirt of precum hit the back of his throat, and he knew Gallus was getting close.

He pulled back, letting his tongue trail the entire ridged underside until he pulled completely off. He nibbled at the tip with his teeth and the griffon moaned deeply. “Maybe,” he said, “when we find that lube,” he paused to lap at the emerging precum, “you can fuck me, too.”

Gallus panted and thrust his hips upward and Sandbar barely got his mouth back around the griffon’s shaft before rich, sticky cum filled his muzzle.

The pony swallowed and tried not to grimace. The taste wasn’t nearly as alluring without his own rising orgasm flooding his senses. Still, the pressure of the throbbing knot and the warmth of the ejaculate were pleasant. Sandbar swallowed everything he could, until only a slimy aftertaste remained. He could hear Gallus panting below him, his breath ragged but slowly returning to normal. He gave the hard, red shaft another lick, just to make the griffon squirm.

“I would really, really like to fuck you,” his boyfriend said breathlessly.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Author's Note

Hey, all! Thanks for your patience as I worked these chapters into shape. It's been a labor of ~~lust~~ love. I hope you enjoy! 💗
If you couldn't guess, there's more still to come, so stay tuned!