Southern Comfort

by ViTheDeer

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Caramel, Sex
Length: 1675

Soarin' and Caramel relax on a warm summer's night. (M/M)

Soarin' and his coltfriend Caramel enjoy a warm summer's evening watching the sun set.

M/M

This story was requested by a good friend of mine. If coltcuddling isn't your thing that's fine, I humbly request that you please move along and rate it only of you actually read it. Thanks in advance!
Note: Originally this starred two OCs, but I changed it at the owner's request.

Published 2012-08-19 03:24:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-19 03:24:01 UTC

Southern Comfort

The sun was beginning to set over the hills on the distant horizon, the tired rays of the day’s last light bouncing off the clouds in brilliant oranges and yellows, leaving the blues and purples to illuminate the two ponies making their way slowly back to the farm house in silence.

Soarin's wings occasionally twitched with latent energy, but whenever Caramel felt the air move from their activity he leaned into his lover, lending him some of his still calm, which in turn caused Soarin' to smile and close his eyes, resting his wings back against his side.

Overhead, birds twittered and turned cartwheels, and a slight breeze blew down from the mountains, infusing the air with a slight chill as they continued back to where they were staying, the small guest cottage just on the edge of Scatterseed farms.

Once they reached the cottage, the two of them ascended the stairs of the front porch and then, instead of entering the building, collapsed together onto the porch swing, limbs entwined and chins resting on necks, pulling the blanket that had been left there for just that purpose over them.

Together like this, they stared across the expanse of the plains, watching the sun make its slow descent in silence, broken only by the sound of soft kisses planted on warm fur from time to time.

When the sun had finally dipped below the horizon, and the first stars began to twinkle in the firmament, Caramel made a small murmur, too low for Soarin' to hear.

“What did you say love?” Soarin' nuzzled him from behind as he asked, but Caramel just smiled a small, enigmatic grin.

“I made a wish.” He closed his eyes. “On the evening’s first star.”

Soarin' nodded, kissing his neck again. “Did it come true?” At this, Caramel turned to look in his eyes.

“Not yet...” His voice, as usual, trailed off at the end, giving the statement and ethereal, wispy quality. “But the night is still young.”

At this, Soarin' broke free of his lover’s embrace and, wings fluttering and lifting him off the ground, wrapped his partner up in the blanket, pinning his limbs to his body like a mother might carry her foal. Then, planting kisses on his forehead all the while, he lifted the two of them up to the open second-story window and carried them through it and into the bedroom.

Caramel didn’t protest, but instead went mostly limp, except to nuzzle Soarin'’s chest as he ascended to the window, sighing as he lowered him onto the bed there.

As Caramel wriggled himself deeper into the blanket and duvet that had been covering the bed, Soarin' crossed the room and, in a quick motion, unzipped his flight suit and slipped out of it, hanging it on a hook by the door, before turning back to his lover, who even now was watching him with his usual, mysterious gaze.

Caramel had a way of looking, not at you, but through you, as if where you were standing there was a window to another world that only he could see. Soarin' knew that gaze well, and it still caused a shiver to run down his spine whenever it was cast on him. Doubly so this time, since, even though this wasn’t the first time he had been without his flight suit in front of him, he still felt exposed, vulnerable, whenever he took it off, even if the only eyes that could see him this way belonged to the one he loved.

Caramel merely watched him as he stepped closer. As he closed the gap, every step made the twinkle in his eye brighter, the half-smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth that much stronger, until finally Soarin' was at the edge of the bed, standing there, staring into his lover’s eyes with a look of pure love.

It was then that Caramel made a move, reaching out with his forelegs to encircle Soarin's neck and pull him onto the bed and into a passionate kiss. Soarin' was lost now in a sea of feathers and pillows and blankets and limbs. The only sensation he was consciously aware of was the feeling of Caramel’s lips on his own, as they spiralled down into a well of perfect bliss.

By the time their lips seperated, Soarin' was lying next to Caramel on the bed, his eyes closed and his legs wrapped around his body. After a moment’s pause, Caramel opened his eyes again and sighed. His body tensed slightly, and Soarin' prepared himself for another kiss, but none came. Instead, Caramel pulled himself to his knees, and stepped over Soarin', so that he was standing over him, his tail flicking at his hind legs, his neck exposed to Soarin's mouth.

He took the opportunity to kiss his neck, gently at first, but then baring teeth he bit in gently. Caramel made no response other than to increase the rate his tail was flicking.

Soarin's tongue began to caress the lines of Caramel’s jaw as his forehooves, untangling themselves from the blanket, found Caramel’s flank. Placing one hoof on each of Caramel’s cutie marks, he pressed them towards him, forcing their members even closer, increasing the sensation he felt radiate from between his legs and through his body.

Caramel bit his lower lip, his cheeks reddening, but he persisted in his slow back and forth movement, placing a forehoof to either side of Soarin's head.

As Soarin's tongue and, shortly thereafter, teeth found the flap of Caramel’s earlobe, he cried out, a fire igniting in his eyes to match the one in his belly. His rocking motion increased in both speed and intensity as Soarin' thrust his hips slightly in the air to meet him. He was moaning now, they both were, with the pleasure of their sexes grinding against each other, cushioned and yet frustratingly kept apart by the blanket, and by the pain of the teeth now clamping down on Caramel’s ear, forcing control and providing extra leverage.

Before long, Soarin' found himself teetering on the edge and, unwilling for the evening to end quite so soon, tugged Caramel’s face toward the pillow with his teeth on his ear then, casting the frustrating blanket aside and off the bed, rolled out from under him and around to stand over him, ear still held fast.

Caramel complied, a look of anguish and anticipation on his face, as Soarin' began to use his hooves to pull Caramel’s tail over his head, releasing his mouth’s arrest of his ear only long enough to place the tip of the tail between his teeth and the soft cartilage and then clamping down once more.

Caramel cried out in pain as he did so, his plot exposed and hungry, Soarin'’s member pressing against the underside of Caramel’s own in a feeble, mocking imitation of the motion that had been obscured by the blanket earlier. With his free hoof, he grasped at the bedside table, pulling open the drawer and rummaging around for a small foil packet which he, with one hoof, tore open, freeing its contents. Briefly pulling their members apart, he slipped the lubricated latex covering over his own, then guided it towards Caramel’s waiting plot.

Caramel sucked in a mouthful of air, gritting his teeth as he felt the tip of Soarin's member brush against his plot, the lubricant cold against his pink skin. Gently, but with determination, Soarin' pressed his sex down harder, until Caramel’s plot opened to greet it. Biting harder on his ear lobe to distract from the sensation, Soarin' paid close attention to his lover’s subtle signs, his moans and gasps, as he entered slowly into him. Before long, Caramel had taken all of him inside him, and he began to rock back and forth.

After Caramel caught his breath, his cries of discomfort morphed into quiet exclamations of pleasure. his own flank began to rock in time with Soarin's, who released both his ear and his tail to cry out himself. Once he did so, Caramel quickly wrapped his tail around Soarin's haunches, using what little force it had to encourage him to thrust even harder, and deeper, into him.

Caramel found his cries growing louder. His cheeks flushed red, he bit into the pillow to stifle his cries, but this just meant that Soarin' had better leverage to trust himself into his lover. Sensing that he couldn’t last much longer, he extended his wings and, curling them under him, began to use the tips of his primaries to fondle, caress and tickle the shaft and testes of his lover, all the while thrusting faster and harder into him. Caramel’s muffled cries took on a note of desperation as he did so, reaching a climax as his feathers find their way to his perineum.

With a strangled gasp of ecstasy, Soarin' forced himself as deep as he can into his lover, feeling the waves of heat wash over him as he released his warm load inside of his lover who, almost simultaneously, inhales a mouthful of air and spills his own seed over his belly and the bed below. Spent, Caramel collapsed, causing Soarin’s shaft to emerge partially, before Soarin' hugs his limp body to his chest and, still inside of him, rolls them both onto their sides in a spooning position.

Breathing deeply, gasping for breath, Caramel stretched his neck out and over to kiss Soarin' deeply, passionately on the lips, before cuddling up to him and closing his eyes, a look of complete and utter contentment washing across his features.

Soarin', for his part, takes the short amount of time needed to remove himself from his partner - eliciting a gasp as the head pulls itself out of his plot - carefully disposing of the used condom, then cuddling back up to his lover and pulling the blanket over them with his wings.

Not even the crowing of the rooster in the morning roused them from their deep, amorous slumber.