Hiiiiii Kiiiiiiiiiii. Have some dragonfucking for V-Day! Or, uh, failed dragonfucking. Kinda NSFW.
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There were definite advantages to having a boyfriend that was a dragon.
For one thing, Oikawa was always hot even during the coldest of winters. No kotatsu table could keep Iwaizumi as warm as Oikawa did when the two of them cuddled.
For another thing, Oikawa was the best history tutor that Iwaizumi could ask for - at least when it came to Japanese history. Questions about European or African history usually resulted in a huff and Oikawa sulking that he could only be in one place at a time.
The best benefit, however, was the sex. Whether it was in Oikawa's human form with his cock throbbing so hotly inside Iwaizumi that it felt like a brand or Oikawa partway transformed and writhing on Iwaizumi's lap with his wings folded around Iwaizumi, it was always mindblowing.
There was only one tiny problem. Or possibly the opposite of tiny. Very much the opposite of tiny in fact.
"Get your eyes checked, Trashykawa. That is never going to fit," Iwaizumi said flatly as he stared at the oversized length that jutted out from the scale-lined slick green slit. He curled his hands into fists, then placed them on top of each other next to Oikawa's dick.
Yeah. They didn't measure up.
"No way. I'll give you a handjob but that's it." Iwaizumi shook his head, wrapping both hands around Oikawa's cock, pulling up and then pushing down. The flesh underneath was damp, oozing a toxic-green fluid that made the slide of his hands easier even as it made Iwaizumi wonder if he should be wearing gloves. He'd fucked Oikawa's slit before and not suffered any side-effects so surely his dick was producing the same substances.
"How about a lick?" Oikawa suggested, spreading his legs a little wider so he could thrust his hips up. Under the slippery skin, there were ridges in the flesh, solid and unyielding as Iwaizumi's fingers worked over them.
"...Licks, fine. But if you thrust, I'll bite." Warning given an pride satisfied, Iwaizumi ducked his head to flatten his tongue and lick from the base to the tip. The strange fluid filled his mouth, sliding down his throat and smearing around the edges of his lips.
Oikawa's rumble-purr vibrated through his whole body and made Iwaizumi's arms shiver where they were resting on Oikawa's thighs. A second later, the heavy, warm weight of Oikawa's tail curled around one of Iwaizumi's thigh, the tip working between Iwaizumi's buttocks and brushing repeatedly over his entrance in dry caresses.
It was, Iwaizumi managed to think, probably very fucked up that he could more easily take his boyfriend's tail than his boyfriend's dick.
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There were definite advantages to having a boyfriend that was a dragon.
For one thing, Oikawa was always hot even during the coldest of winters. No kotatsu table could keep Iwaizumi as warm as Oikawa did when the two of them cuddled.
For another thing, Oikawa was the best history tutor that Iwaizumi could ask for - at least when it came to Japanese history. Questions about European or African history usually resulted in a huff and Oikawa sulking that he could only be in one place at a time.
The best benefit, however, was the sex. Whether it was in Oikawa's human form with his cock throbbing so hotly inside Iwaizumi that it felt like a brand or Oikawa partway transformed and writhing on Iwaizumi's lap with his wings folded around Iwaizumi, it was always mindblowing.
There was only one tiny problem. Or possibly the opposite of tiny. Very much the opposite of tiny in fact.
"Get your eyes checked, Trashykawa. That is never going to fit," Iwaizumi said flatly as he stared at the oversized length that jutted out from the scale-lined slick green slit. He curled his hands into fists, then placed them on top of each other next to Oikawa's dick.
Yeah. They didn't measure up.
"No way. I'll give you a handjob but that's it." Iwaizumi shook his head, wrapping both hands around Oikawa's cock, pulling up and then pushing down. The flesh underneath was damp, oozing a toxic-green fluid that made the slide of his hands easier even as it made Iwaizumi wonder if he should be wearing gloves. He'd fucked Oikawa's slit before and not suffered any side-effects so surely his dick was producing the same substances.
"How about a lick?" Oikawa suggested, spreading his legs a little wider so he could thrust his hips up. Under the slippery skin, there were ridges in the flesh, solid and unyielding as Iwaizumi's fingers worked over them.
"...Licks, fine. But if you thrust, I'll bite." Warning given an pride satisfied, Iwaizumi ducked his head to flatten his tongue and lick from the base to the tip. The strange fluid filled his mouth, sliding down his throat and smearing around the edges of his lips.
Oikawa's rumble-purr vibrated through his whole body and made Iwaizumi's arms shiver where they were resting on Oikawa's thighs. A second later, the heavy, warm weight of Oikawa's tail curled around one of Iwaizumi's thigh, the tip working between Iwaizumi's buttocks and brushing repeatedly over his entrance in dry caresses.
It was, Iwaizumi managed to think, probably very fucked up that he could more easily take his boyfriend's tail than his boyfriend's dick.