Dragon Found part 7
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charisstomaTitle: Dragon Found Part 7
Author:charisstoma
Word count: 855
Continues from Part 6 http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/803145.html The series arch is Here http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/803066.html
Hesitantly Chris walked into Lucky’s. Probability was no one would recognize him this early in the day, different clientele for different times. It’d be different if it were after 8 at night when the bar started seriously rolling and the restaurant had packed up all but for making snacks. He figured that he could stretch a dinner out and then start slow sipping beer. No way did he think he could face a cup of coffee to sober up. It was almost a week ago and the smell of coffee still did bad things to him.
A very large body appeared in front of him and arms banded around him lifting him up into a kiss that brought back lust and the memories of soft blankets and a lover too good to be anything but fantasy. Chris told himself that it was perfectly natural to wind his arms around a neck and try to help the guy out by climbing up him and hanging on as if he was a tree. There was a sexy purring vibrating inside his tree but at sometime a person has to breathe.
“Hi,” Chris intelligently said.
“Hey back. You didn’t stay where I left you.” A large hand slapped Chris on one ass cheek and his tree wasn’t the only one with wood.
“You left and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. I didn’t even get your name. What would I have had to tell our children about who their Daddy was? If,” Chris shifted in his tree’s embrace, “I could get pregnant that is, which I can’t but don’t worry I took care of things. Coffee cures everything my cousin says and” he hid his face, “I didn’t mean to say any of that and TMI, I’m not saying anything else.”
The purring got louder with a quality of low laughter. “You still smell like coffee.” That large hand started rubbing and if it happened to stray toward a stroke up and down the midline seam, Chris was too busy moaning at the neighborhood the rubbing strokes were being done in and the occasional nudging to the back of his balls. Vaguely Chris noticed cool air leaking in along his crotch seam after a ripping tug but there was a large hot finger to chase away the drafts and purring growled kisses that surrounded him before the remembered softness of blankets were under his body.
“Hope you brought a change of clothes for when I eventually let you out of this bed. Don’t worry, it won’t be for a long while and you won’t feel like walking anyway for a long, long time,” was said in Chris’ ear. “I’ll just have to carry you around and then we’ll do this all again until all I hear will be you chanting my name with each thrust I make into your sweet ass.”
With the one brain cell Chris had he grumbled, “Going to be hard since we never introduced ourselves. What name will I be chanting exactly?”
“Lucky. You’re getting the Lucky Special Treatment. Sure to cure abstinence, erectile dysfunction and infertility and it’s all just for you.”
“Wait,” Chris called remembering, “I brought condoms and spermicidal lube.”
“Too late baby,” Lucky pushed in through the wide rip bisecting Chris’ jeans’ midline, “the special treatment is in progress.” Chris moaned clutching hard around Lucky’s neck.
Then because Lucky had stopped to allow for adjustment and was taking too long to get on with what he promised, Chris hit him. “Move it or,” he clenched down, “lose it. And just remember I’m a guy who puts out babymakers not a girl who swells up and pops out kids or eggs or whatever. So don’t go getting ideas.” Thrusting commenced but before he sank under the waves of loving, Chris slammed his hands onto Lucky’s shoulders pushing, “and if I do get pregnant, you’re marrying me. You hear me and you better not be a snake.”
“Wyvern.” Lucky said looking down at Chris smiling. “We’ll make cute little wyvern babies together,” and swiftly resumed where he’d left off, nibbling kisses, punctuated with deep thrusts.
Groaning, “Oh Fuck!” Chris gritted out, “Guys can’t get pregnant.” Then using his legs to pull up into Lucky’s plunges in, commanded, “Harder.”
Come morning, Chris, half sensate as he was slipping into sleep, burrowed back into the warmth of his wyvern and murmured, “Guys don’t get preggers.”
“Ah,” was purred, “but that coffee cleansing you did,” a hot kiss was pressed behind Chris’ ear, “makes it much more likely to happen sooner now than later. Washes away the protective mucus layer preventing the changes. Sleep love. When you wake, I’ll be here this time.”
Chris’ hand clutched the large hand lying across his belly and muttered, “I’ma kill Kermit.”
A deep rumble of laughter from Lucky teased, “Rufus might have something to say about that. He’s quite taken with your cousin. Probably taking him now, in fact.”
As Chris finally slid unconscious, there was the shadow of an evil smile on his face and his lips moved in what might have been the word ‘good’.
Author:charisstoma
Word count: 855
Continues from Part 6 http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/803145.html The series arch is Here http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/803066.html
Hesitantly Chris walked into Lucky’s. Probability was no one would recognize him this early in the day, different clientele for different times. It’d be different if it were after 8 at night when the bar started seriously rolling and the restaurant had packed up all but for making snacks. He figured that he could stretch a dinner out and then start slow sipping beer. No way did he think he could face a cup of coffee to sober up. It was almost a week ago and the smell of coffee still did bad things to him.
A very large body appeared in front of him and arms banded around him lifting him up into a kiss that brought back lust and the memories of soft blankets and a lover too good to be anything but fantasy. Chris told himself that it was perfectly natural to wind his arms around a neck and try to help the guy out by climbing up him and hanging on as if he was a tree. There was a sexy purring vibrating inside his tree but at sometime a person has to breathe.
“Hi,” Chris intelligently said.
“Hey back. You didn’t stay where I left you.” A large hand slapped Chris on one ass cheek and his tree wasn’t the only one with wood.
“You left and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. I didn’t even get your name. What would I have had to tell our children about who their Daddy was? If,” Chris shifted in his tree’s embrace, “I could get pregnant that is, which I can’t but don’t worry I took care of things. Coffee cures everything my cousin says and” he hid his face, “I didn’t mean to say any of that and TMI, I’m not saying anything else.”
The purring got louder with a quality of low laughter. “You still smell like coffee.” That large hand started rubbing and if it happened to stray toward a stroke up and down the midline seam, Chris was too busy moaning at the neighborhood the rubbing strokes were being done in and the occasional nudging to the back of his balls. Vaguely Chris noticed cool air leaking in along his crotch seam after a ripping tug but there was a large hot finger to chase away the drafts and purring growled kisses that surrounded him before the remembered softness of blankets were under his body.
“Hope you brought a change of clothes for when I eventually let you out of this bed. Don’t worry, it won’t be for a long while and you won’t feel like walking anyway for a long, long time,” was said in Chris’ ear. “I’ll just have to carry you around and then we’ll do this all again until all I hear will be you chanting my name with each thrust I make into your sweet ass.”
With the one brain cell Chris had he grumbled, “Going to be hard since we never introduced ourselves. What name will I be chanting exactly?”
“Lucky. You’re getting the Lucky Special Treatment. Sure to cure abstinence, erectile dysfunction and infertility and it’s all just for you.”
“Wait,” Chris called remembering, “I brought condoms and spermicidal lube.”
“Too late baby,” Lucky pushed in through the wide rip bisecting Chris’ jeans’ midline, “the special treatment is in progress.” Chris moaned clutching hard around Lucky’s neck.
Then because Lucky had stopped to allow for adjustment and was taking too long to get on with what he promised, Chris hit him. “Move it or,” he clenched down, “lose it. And just remember I’m a guy who puts out babymakers not a girl who swells up and pops out kids or eggs or whatever. So don’t go getting ideas.” Thrusting commenced but before he sank under the waves of loving, Chris slammed his hands onto Lucky’s shoulders pushing, “and if I do get pregnant, you’re marrying me. You hear me and you better not be a snake.”
“Wyvern.” Lucky said looking down at Chris smiling. “We’ll make cute little wyvern babies together,” and swiftly resumed where he’d left off, nibbling kisses, punctuated with deep thrusts.
Groaning, “Oh Fuck!” Chris gritted out, “Guys can’t get pregnant.” Then using his legs to pull up into Lucky’s plunges in, commanded, “Harder.”
Come morning, Chris, half sensate as he was slipping into sleep, burrowed back into the warmth of his wyvern and murmured, “Guys don’t get preggers.”
“Ah,” was purred, “but that coffee cleansing you did,” a hot kiss was pressed behind Chris’ ear, “makes it much more likely to happen sooner now than later. Washes away the protective mucus layer preventing the changes. Sleep love. When you wake, I’ll be here this time.”
Chris’ hand clutched the large hand lying across his belly and muttered, “I’ma kill Kermit.”
A deep rumble of laughter from Lucky teased, “Rufus might have something to say about that. He’s quite taken with your cousin. Probably taking him now, in fact.”
As Chris finally slid unconscious, there was the shadow of an evil smile on his face and his lips moved in what might have been the word ‘good’.
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Date: 2015-01-30 05:36 am (UTC)Because Chris walks in and suddenly sex with no mentions of leaving or the lunch crowd and no comments. I'm pretty sure Lucky's relatives would comment on his technique. His kisses couldn't be that distracting. Chris would have noticed.
So would the health inspector.