[b][u][center]Morning Musk For Taiko By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Thimas had had a good night, though not a particularly restful one. As a result, the smell of coffee grounds, left out on the counter for who knew what reason, served as a wonderful way to draw the big-balled badger out of bed. He stumbled along, his eyes closed and his nostrils flaring, and fumbled along with his arm outstretched until he came to Taiko’s kitchen. It didn’t take long to get the black nectar brewing, and while it did, he leaned back against the kitchen counter, his eyes half-closed and his sleepiness trying to take control again. He hummed and harrumphed under his breath, trying to chase it away the way that his old ancestors might have chased an intruder from the den, but it wasn’t working so well. He reached out blindly, finding the handle for the sink. He turned it, got some cold water, and - “Gyaaaaaaaah, cold,” he groaned as he slapped it against the underside of his sack. As the inevitable minor shrinkage began, he turned around, grabbing a cup and pouring what had started brewing into the mug. He didn’t care that it was just the start, he needed caffeine, and he needed it now. Chugging down the first half a cup to avoid the bitterness and get the full hit of caffeine, he put the cup under the slow-falling coffee to catch the rest. He took a few deep breaths, coughed, and then shook his head. “Next time I sleep over at a friend’s house, I get a full night of sleep, and [i]then[/i] I have my fun. Not the other way around.” “Was...was it that fun?” The bottomless badger turned around, blinking through the last of the sleep-sand in his eyes to see his host poking his head around the corner. Thimas smiled, a genuine grin, and nodded. “Yes, yes it was, though I’m surprised that you remember it so well. Your father has a way of forgetting that sort of thing.” “Well, he’s usually sleepwalking when he does it. I was just…” “Tranced?” “Sort of. It was...a little light, compared to some of the things my family does.” “Well, you’ll have to tell me about that later. Coffee?” “Um, no thanks.” The badger shrugged, turning back to the pot and changing out the mug for the carafe. He put a little milk in, and then a few tablespoons of sugar, before sitting down. The dragon had already joined him by that point, and the badger noticed that his host had a suspicious lack of bottoms on himself. He chuckled, shaking his head as he stirred his drink to the proper level, then started guzzling it down. “You really like your coffee, don’t you?” Taiko asked. “No, I really like to be awake.” “What’s the difference?” “One involves savoring the drink. One involves savoring the results. This is just the most immediate way to make it happen in the morning.” He gulped down about half the mug, then set it aside. “Sorry about the abruptness of last night’s fun. I hadn’t had the chance to enjoy myself for a while, and I didn’t want to leave a mess.” Taiko waved his hand but didn’t say anything. The badger arched an eyebrow, and the dragon blushed. “Uh, it’s, uh, nothing.” “...Something tells me it’s not.” “Just, uh, call it...family tradition?” Thimas smiled, arching an eyebrow. The badger leaned back on his chair, shifting his balance and his legs so that his balls were forced up on his thighs, and due to their size...well, it wasn’t that hard to see them from across the table, and Taiko was quick to avert his eyes to keep from staring. The silence reigned for a few more seconds, then the dragon groaned. “I...might have been a bit curious. A bit pent up. Maybe.” “Just a bit?” “Maybe...maybe more than a bit.” “And you liked what we were doing.” “...” “I’ll take that as a yes.” The badger nodded, sipping his coffee again. “So, does that mean you’re still ‘curious?’” “...Maybe.” “Taiko.” “...Okay, yes.” “Heh. Get up.” “Wha -” “Get up.” He kept his tone gentle, but just firm enough to emphasize the whole ‘respect the elders’ sort of thing that he often employed with his younger partners. The dragon was on his feet before he realized it, and Thimas hid a smile as Taiko looked rather confused as he walked around the table, almost as if he didn’t realize what he’d just done. When the dragon was in arm’s reach, he grabbed him by the wrist, gently guiding him over. He pulled himself out of the chair, sitting on the circular table, and pushed Taiko down onto the chair he’d vacated. That put his bare crotch right about on level with the dragon’s chest, and with the size of his balls, a bit higher, to boot. Taiko tried to look away again, but Thimas didn’t let him. “Let me see if I got it, hmm? You want to have some fun, but you’re pretty shy about it, right?” “I...well...kinda. It’s not quite like that, but...well, I'm not my dad, you know.” “I know. You’re more fit than him, for one.” “That...well, um, thanks?” “Trust me. I got a very good look at him, and a very good look at you. You have nothing to worry about.” As Taiko blushed, the badger leaned back, spreading his legs. The heavy scent coming off his balls wasn’t as powerful as it had been the night before, but that was fine. He knew that it would suffice to keep Taiko from feeling too nervous about what they were doing. He reached out, dragging the dragon closer with a hand on his horns, slowly pulling him down despite his blushing cheeks until his friend was flush against his sack. He let out a soft sigh at the warm breath playing over his balls, the skin stretched taut and tight around his sack. They were as overproductive as ever, and last night had just given them permission to go into overdrive again as they had finally gotten to lose a bit of their load. Now that they were getting full again, though, he knew that there was only a matter of time until he’d need to empty them again. Thankfully, he seemed to have a very willing friend. “Just take a few deep breaths, Taiko. I’ll lead.” “Nnngh…” “You don’t have to go all the way down. Just a bit. A little further, now, just a few more breaths. Just enough to not think about it too much.” He leaned back, dragging the dragon with him until he was laying on the table and Taiko was leaning forward against him. Lifting his legs up, he planted his soft soles against the back of the dragon’s head, holding him there. It wasn’t that hard, really, and Taiko wasn’t fighting it. He knew that the young dragon didn’t have that much objection to doing this; he just needed a little hand in getting there. Breath after breath slowly drained the dragon’s worries away, and soon enough, Thimas could feel the beginnings of a soft licking down there. He chuckled, rubbing his feet along the back of the dragon’s head, using his soles to guide Taiko with bits of pressure here, and little nudges there, and little pushes there. It was rather fun using them this way, ‘teaching’ the dragon how to properly play with another man’s balls. He didn’t bother playing with his morning wood, at least not yet. He wanted to get it nice and hard, first. The licking was doing that, but he knew that he’d want more, eventually. But for now… Lick, lick, lick, each little nudge along his sack teased him a bit further. Warm and wet, that tongue lifted one ball and then let it fall, then did the same to the other. Up, down, up, down, wetting down the fur and cleaning them off from the little bit of sweat that had come from the long night. Thimas groaned, pushing the dragon’s head more firmly into his balls, almost burying it in sack-flesh. He felt Taiko grunt for a moment, squirming until he got a new snout-full of musk, and then pulled back a little bit. Leaning up, he saw little stars spinning in the dragon’s eyes, and chuckled. “Heh, you’re just a cartoon sometimes, aren’t you?” “Nnngh?” “Well, that’s for later. Up, boy.” He sat up with a small grunt, sliding off the table, and patted where he’d been lying for Taiko to take his place. The dragon got up - a bit shakily, it had to be said - and laid down on his back, his tail dangling off the edge of the table, and his feet up in the air. Thimas improvised a bit of rope from the blankets that were hanging off the edge of the couch - where one of them had been going to sleep before everything that had happened the night before had occurred - and tied the dragon down. With his arms at his sides and his legs spread, he looked more than ready for some fun. Smiling, the badger stepped forward, letting his cock rest against the dragon’s rump. He gripped the raised ankles, leaned his head back, and - Ding, dong. “...Who in the world could that be?” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]