Don't you wanna have sex?

	“Today I'm really gonna do it!,” thought the jet scaled dragon whelp, “Today I'm gonna get Coach to have sex with me!”  His lilac eyes scrunched in concentration of thought, downcast to his small, ivory nose horn.  His thoughts bring a blush across his nose as he tries to hide a fit of giggles from the other boys in his fourth grade class.

	Surreptitiously not dressing with haste as the others are, he glances past his wings to gauge how much longer he must wait. His plan is flawless, the execution will be pristine! Now if only he could have planned on the hollow feeling of anticipation and nervous excitement in his stomach.

	The sounds and sights of his classmates are but an echo across the walls of the school locker room. Slowly, listening for the padded footfalls of Coach, he lowers the shorts he never snapped up in the back over his tail, nor zipped in the front.  With more celerity, the whelp slides his waistband down, bending over the bench to allow his tail freedom from their underroo prison.  The stale, muggy air feels refreshing to his exposed tailhole. Letting the tightie-whities drop from gravity, he catches them with his crooked foot talon. Bending and grabbing them, he hurriedly puts them in his bookbag, alongside several other pairs of varied underwear.

 	“This is so gonna work!,” he giggles to himself. The boy begins to hum an older song aloud. He works his hands and furrows his brow in pretense of concentration, rustling through his bag.

	“Thanatos! Why are you still in here?” Coach's husky lupine voice announces from directly behind the now tail-raised in surprise boy.

	“Uh. . Well Coach!” His eight year old voice cracks, “ I was just trying to figure out what underwear to put on and uh. . . .” Turning around with a heated blush, he turns his lilac gaze up to the shirtless body of his beloved Coach. Brow raised, as well finger, he croaks, “Maybe you could help Coach? I was hoping you might err. . .assist me? I, my Dad, well both of us think a jockstrap would benefit my thick tail, more so than underwear seems to.”

	Coach looks away from the nude frame of his charge, thinking of the elderly librarian to stave off what would be an obvious erection. “I suppose I am the one you would talk to about fitting a jockstrap and/or cup, but don't you have class now?” Coach inquires.  	
	
	A quick grab to the belly following a nervous giggle, “Nope! I tested out of my math period. It's boring to have to do all those problems when I already help my bro with algebra!” Thanatos beams a toothy grin up to his idol, “So I just have a study hall now, but since I'm here anyways, I could just take my study halls here with you Coach! You are a teacher and as long as I'm supervised I dun think anyone would care.”

	Heaving a reluctant sigh, Coach kneels his six and a half foot frame to better hold the shoulders of the four foot dragon. Insuring his gaze is fixed upon the boys soft, beautiful, radiant. . .the boys eyes, Coach uses his patronizing twenty-five year old voice, “You know you would more greatly enjoy the library, you love reading. Here it would just be you and myself in my office. You wouldn't want to be cooped up with an old fur like me.” Not leaving room to make it a question, he stands up to go to his office. Without fail, or surprise, he notes the soft clicks of taloned feet following closely behind.

	“Aww, Coach, why do ya gotta say it like that. I can read anywhere! Might as well be on your office couch or . . .*mumble*. . lap,” yawned the recently physically active dragon. “You are much better company than Mrs. Hairball. So I guess we are going to your office for the jockstrap?” He reiterates.

	“Her name is Heinbarr, you know that and you should not be . . .” Thanatos giggled during the obligatory respect speech, however, what stopped him from finishing is the sensation of arms around his waist, a nosehorn nudging itself into the small of his back. After his small gasp, “Thanatos, why are you hugging me.” Nearly in his office, Coach walks a few more steps prior to closing (and locking) the door.

	One step back, bright smile and sparkling eyes shine up, “Don't you wanna have sex?” A sound escapes the coach's throat, yet quickly rolled over with the follow up, “Dad and big bro said it's okay if I want to do this with you. I have sex with them all the time!” 

	Not a care for his jaw that must now be resting upon his office floor, Coach falls back onto the coach. Eyes wide at the, still nude, boy standing before him he finds words, but not what he intended to say, “Right now?!”

	Taking this as a cue, Thanatos pounces into the lap of his coach and snuggles against the much craved, chiseled chest. Resting his cheek against one blue-gay furred pec, Thanatos wastes no time in caressing the other, “Thanks Coach, this is awesome sex!”		

	Dumbfound, dazed, Coach processes what is happening. The blood flowing to his throbbing member thanks to a certain tail and tailhole spewing heat upon his crotch. He mutters, “I...uh...what?” arms naturally folding around the small frame nestling against him.	

	“Hmm? Coach, I thought everyone liked having sex with people they care about!” giggling lightly as enjoys the strength and warmth of Coach. “I love being wrapped up in the scent of you Coach, being here with you is the best ever,” closing his eyes with a content low hiss.

	Blushing at the comment, and laughing inwardly, “Heh, yes this isn't so bad at all. I guess I just thought you meant something. . .”

	With a quick motion, Thanatos looks up, brow raised and a wry grin he chortles. His tail lowers to massage the obvious erection in his coach's shorts. “Aww, Coach, That's yiffing,” Thanatos gets out before giggling with a mischievous grin.

 	“Yea, I really don't know what I was thinking,” Coach says with a palm now upon his forehead. “Poor lil guy just thought being close to someone was sex, kinda endearing.”

	“I only yiff with my Bro, Coach!”