[b][u][center]Morning Musk Part 2 For Taiko By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Ding-dong, ding-dong. “Alright, alright...Taiko, I’ll be right back.” The older badger turned away from the table, shaking his head as he left the trussed-up drake behind him. It was bad enough that his fun was interrupted last night and he’d had to use the son of a friend as a cum-dump, basically. He hated using people that he barely knew for that, and it just seemed to be disrespectful to the father. It was worse that he was having to interrupt it again when Taiko seemed so willing. [i]You better be a persistent paper-boy or something, because -[/i] It wasn’t a paper-boy, he found out as he opened the door. Standing on the other side was a mountain of green-colored meat and two white tusks looking down at him. Adorned in a long, flowing beard and a kilt that looked a few inches too short, the orc looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a side-cocked head. “Who are you?” “Thimas. Same question?” “Bruha. What are you doing here? This is Taiko’s place, isn’t it?” As the orc looked at the door, as if double-checking, Thimas was already wondering how he was going to handle this one. He was already a bit cranky from a night of sleep in a strange place. Combined with the fact that he had not had a chance to enjoy himself after getting all worked up, the badger was not at his best, but he still put on as good a face as he could. “Maybe you should come in?” He stepped to the side. The orc humphed softly, but stepped through quickly enough. As the badger was shutting the door, though, there was a sudden - “Badger, you have two seconds to tell me why my great-nephew is tied up on his table.” “Do you want an answer, or do you want to -” “Too late!” A great green hand slammed against the badger’s shoulder, pushing him back against the wall. Oof-ing as the air was knocked out of his lungs, the older badger looked up at the green mountain of muscle and sighed. It was going to be one of those days. “Look, there’s a very easy explanation for this.” “Badger, this looks like something I would do. If you do not have some good reason -” “I could explain, if you’d just let me talk.” “Hmmph. Talk.” Bruha snorted. “...Fine. I sense no power in you. Speak.” The badger shook his head, reaching down to adjust his fur and his balls. They had been jostled around quite a bit, and he needed to keep them forward-facing at the moment. The last thing he needed was for them to get stuck behind his thighs. As he moved them, though, he made sure to get his hands a little more slick from the slight sweat down there. As soon as he was comfortable, he reached up and patted the orc on the hand, giving it a light push and rubbing off some of the smell. “It’d be easier to talk around the table. If you don’t mind?” “...No tricks.” “Just words.” “Fine.” The orc let him go, and they walked over. Soon, they were both sipping coffee, sitting on either side of a very embarrassed, very zonked-out Taiko. The dragon barely seemed to notice his big green family member at one side, more focused on the ceiling of his apartment. Bruha looked down at him several times while drinking, occasionally pausing for a longer stare. [i]Well, he certainly doesn’t mind seeing the boy naked,[/i] Thimas thought, shaking his head. [i]And he doesn’t seem bothered by the smell of a good sac, either.[/i] Every so often, the orc’s eyes seemed to drift a bit, the musk that the badger had rubbed off on the other man’s hand slowly seeming to take effect. It wasn’t so strong as shoving the other guy down between his legs, but it was a lot better than nothing. As the orc started to groan a bit, and after Thimas heard the small ‘thud’ of an erection hitting the underside of the breakfast table, he explained his situation. “There once was a badger in need Who was also pulsing with seed He knocked on a door And got so much more And his need and his seed did bleed.” It was a silly little rhyme, but it was enough to get the half-musk-drunk orc to chuckle. Bruha looked up through eyes that were starting to droop, gesturing with his coffee cup the way that someone else might have done with a tankard of beer. “So, you came here for a booty call?” the orc asked. “Not so much that, but that’s what it ended up being.” “And, what, you thought you’d keep going? I thought my great-nephew was a shy guy. Why I never bothered coming after him. Always felt a bit wrong going for someone so innocent…” “Well, there are ways around that,” Thimas admitted. “But he was curious enough, and I had the time. Until you walked in.” “Hey, I was bringing him a gift. It’s his birthday.” “Birthday...hatchday...not until...next month,” Taiko muttered. “...Oh.” Bruha reached under his kilt, pulling out a slightly stained package. “Guess I brought this without needing to.” The orc was definitely getting a little drunk from the badger’s scent, that was for sure. He looked like he was going to slip right out of his chair if he wasn’t careful, considering he was bobbing from side to side like a drunk on a barstool. Thimas shook his head, whispering under his breath as he tapped his fingers on the table for a bit of percussive help. “[i]Life of song, life of fun Shine bright as the sun Shimmer on, shimmer long Bind this orc to this song.[/i]” It was little more than an improvised tune, if one was completely honest, but at least it was working. He heard a tingle of bells, though, as the orc turned his head. It would have been enough to mess with the song...if it wasn’t for the fact that he noticed. He bobbed his head along to it, and the orc imitated him as he kept singing softly. “[i]Light so bright, light so strong, Light up our days with this song Keep us happy, keep us warm And in reasonable sensual form.[/i]” This time, he intentionally cast his voice into a higher pitch, matching the bells for as much impact as he could. The more he sang, the more he felt the table moving, shifting, and he realized that the orc was starting to grind against the bottom of the smooth table. Well, if he was that horny… Thimas reached down, rubbing Taiko’s head the way that he might have done with a good pet. As the drake turned to rub against his hand, the orc looked up at him. Definitely somewhat drunk and zonked out, considering his lidded eyes and groaning, drooping head. “What do you say about helping your great-nephew lose a bit of his innocence?” Thimas asked. “Mmmph...wouldn’t mind it…” “He’s pretty happy about it. The only thing that I did was make sure that he was nice and relaxed, so that he could enjoy it to the fullest,” the badger explained. “A bit like what I did to you.” “Nnngh?” “Just make it a point not to sniff badger balls in the future, hmm?” He gently helped the orc out of his seat, dragging him over the relaxed dragon. As the family members were left face to face - well, face to beard, in Taiko’s case - the badger adjusted their hips so that they had their dicks touching, grinding on one another, and their rumps facing back toward him. He gently rubbed his fingers up and down between their ass cheeks, shaking his head. [i]Started out the morning with one rump to play with, and now I have two,[/i] he thought. [i]Not a bad exchange...even if I’m going to have a sore back later. Ow. I understand protectiveness, but ow.[/i] Not wanting to think about that for now, he put his attention more fully on the rumps in front of him. Big, green, and muscular in the case of Bruha, smaller but no less muscular in the case of Taiko. They both had fairly tight holes, too, though he could tell that the orc’s was a little bit more used. [i]Not that I imagine that he would ever admit that to anyone…[/i] He leaned in, giving both of the males a little kiss on their puckers before pulling his head back and running his finger from one male to the other, teasingly drawing lines between their rims as he hummed to himself. “Which one, which one?” Well, he had all the time in the world, and he was pretty sure that Taiko would feel a good bit better if he saw someone else take it first. He poured some oil over his cock for some improvised lube, pulled a chair over, and lined his cock up with the orc’s muscular, big, bubble butt. As soon as he rested his cock between the cheeks, he patted them, getting a good little percussive rhythm going, and set himself to singing another song. Something about going to work in the mine sounded good. “Hi hooooooooooooooo…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]