This story was written for an exchange with Dreamous Iceling. *waves*
Disclaimer the one: this story involve gay sex and kinkiness between an underage human and a non-human creature from a kids' show. If this sort of content is illegal for you to read in your jurisdiction, please stop.
Disclaimer the two: Daisuke, V-mon and Digimon Adventure Zero Two are ©Toei, Saban, and too many others for me to list here. I'm just happy they choose to ignore what I do with them.
Optional fetishes disclaimer. This story involve the following fetishes: Underwear, scent and foot fetishism, rimming, and snowballing. If you don't like any of these with your digimon porn, you can stop reading right now.
Daisuke ached. Slacking on practice would lead to problems like that. An intense game and your entire body protested. He fumbled to open the door to the apartment, but eventually got enough of himself inside that he could throw his shoes aside.
"I'm home!" he called.
No answer came. Figures. His parents were working late, and V-mon had probably gone out to stock up on chocolate bars or something. Daisuke gave a light sigh. Being home alone had its own perks. He bent over to grab slippers and groaned in pain. A shower. A shower and a bath would help about now. But that required post-cleaning clothes. With a dramatic sigh, Daisuke walked into his room, hopscotching so he could pull off his dirty and smelly socks, and promptly froze into place, his brain failing to properly register the scene inside.
V-mon was sitting on the bed, masturbating. This, in and of itself, although unexpected, would not shortcircuit Daisuke's brain. The fact the digimon had wrapped a pair of the teen's used briefs around his head was something else entirely. And that he intently sniffed and licked at the fabric, creating a large wet spot in the front, was not helping either. The digimon's wearing of a second pair of underwear, the flap of which his sleek penis slipped through to be manipulated, was certainly the stick that broke the camel's back.
"What, in the name of Cystitron, are you doing?" Daisuke finally managed to ask.
V-mon froze for a second, then returned to his previous business with a mere nod.
"Oh. It's you Daisuke," he acknowledged his partner's presence.
His voice was muffled slightly by the tight fabric.
"Who else? And you haven't answered my question."
"What does it look like? The same thing you do every other night," the digimon nonchalantly retorted.
"Well... Besides the fact I don't... Waitaminute" Daisuke did a double take. "You mean you watch?!"
He wanted to turn around. Sure he should already have been walking out in disgust, shouldn't he? Why was he standing there like an idiot and watching?
"I certainly hear everything. The opposite would be surprising," his partner commented without stopping. "You're not exactly discreet."
There was a moment of silence broken only by the sound of V-mon's hand slapping against his fabric-covered sheath.
"Could you please stop doing that?" Daisuke finally requested.
It made him uneasy in ways he was pretty sure shouldn't have been happening.
"Nobody's forcing you to watch," V-mon pointed out.
Oh, Daisuke would have loved to leave, if only so he could take care of the erection that now threatened to tear his jockstrap apart—or so it seemed to him, anyway. Unfortunately, neither his brain, his eyes, nor his legs were in agreement on that point. His stare remained glued to the hand that moved up and down, the rest of his body frozen in place. V-mon's other hand pulled down the briefs over his head so he could survey his partner's reaction through the leg hole.
"Want to help?" the digimon offered, still whacking away.
"What?!"
"You're hard and licking your lips."
"Am not!" was the instant, childish response.
The digimon stopped and arched an eyebrow before coming over to him and swiftly pulling the loose soccer shorts down. The garment hardly gave any resistance and fell to the ground, revealing an erection straining against a jockstrap that attempted to maintain it in check. Veemon slipped a finger inside the waistband and pulled it forward. Daisuke sighed as his member, finally free from the restraints, raised up to attention and stretched out to his full 5 inches, making the long, baggy shirt tent like a big top.
"I thought you weren't hard."
"Okay, I am, and I do want to help," Daisuke admitted breathlessly.
"Well... Maybe I can help you first?" V-mon said in a sultry tone that made his partner gulp and the teen's erection twitch.
The dragon pulled on the jockstrap so it would fall to the ground, then buried his head under the shirt and into Daisuke's stomach, licking at the teen's hairy crotch and making the penis bounce to the side. Daisuke gasped in surprise at the digimon's forwardness, but yelped in pain when clawed finger roughly grasped at his ass. V-mon chuckled lightly.
"I see... Crampy and knotted muscles..."
He slipped out of the garment and pulled Daisuke by the hem.
"Get on the bed."
Daisuke blinked, but followed anyway, losing the shirt in the process. V-mon trailed right behind to recover the thoroughly sweaty jockstrap. He discarded his moist brief headgear and replaced it with the new underwear. It had the twin advantage of allowing him a good sight of his partner, spread on his stomach across the bed and looking at him eagerly, and of having a fresh, potent smell mixing sweat, urine and musk. The rich, luscious combination made V-mon's guts melt, than explode out. He inhaled deeply and his back arched as several jets of creamy cum flew through the air and landed on various piles of clothing, his chest, and the black briefs he wore. The dragon came back to earth after several heavenly seconds and opened his eyes to find Daisuke looking at him with a baffled air on his face.
"Thank you..." the digimon whispered.
Without further ado, he took a small sprint and jumped lightly on the human's back. Daisuke groaned loudly at this, but let his partner do as he pleased. He could feel the three-toed feet press and rub at his muscles with light sucking sound caused by the layer of sweat that made his entire body sticky. V-mon's skilled toes worked at his shoulder, his lower back and sides to unknot muscles and release accumulated tensions in places the teen didn't even know exist. The digimon practically danced across his partner's back, head swimming in their combined scents. Daisuke relaxed and let V-mon work his wonders, resolving to express his thankfulness afterward. That thought was barely completed that the Digimon knelt and leaned down on his back, pressing his entire pre- and cold semen-covered body against the teen's back. Daisuke hardly reacted when the clawed fingers began kneading his ass. They pressed roughly, pulled and pinched, than grazed, patted and brushed. He could feel V-mon's legs flexing back and forth above his back.
Before long, V-mon could not help himself. He chucked the jockstrap to the side so he could smell his partner's true scent. The swirling smells of sweat, musk, earthy needs, and even the hint of cherry from his partner's ever-failing deodorant made him crazy and yearning for a taste. His legs came back down to let his ankles rest on Daisuke's shoulder, shoving his feet bare inches from the human's face. His tails flopped between the shoulder plates, only occasionally twitching as he started intently nuzzling his way between the two firm, muscular mounds. His tongue trailed once across the hairy crack to slurp up the taste before retreating. He had to control himself.
Meanwhile, Daisuke was faced with the sight of the digimon's toes curling sexily right next to his face. Resolving to do something in turn, he began nuzzling at the sweaty feet himself. V-mon arched back and moaned longingly in Daisuke's rubbing, then leaned his head down to use the ass like a pillow. He shifted his leg slightly so he could press the sole against the side of the human's face and began to lightly hump at the small of his back. The teen brought his hands up to rub at the flat, thick-skinned underside of the feet. His lips even ventured to kiss it; they found the taste to be salty and less than clean, but his tongue still came out to lick. The taste was... without description, but it seemed to inflame his groin nonetheless. Before long, Daisuke found himself wantonly nibbling and suckling at the toes in a desperate attempt to extract every atom of that flavor he could not obtain otherwise.
As much as this development was enjoyable, V-mon had to reason himself. Not only he still had work to do on his partner's oh-so-sexy legs, but a more interesting target was just waiting for his attention at the other end. Shaking his feet free of the teen's assault, he slipped himself aside to kneels next to the muscular thighs, which he promptly started to roll between his strong fingers and rhythmically pounded with the sides of his open hands. He leaned down again to sniff at them, but found much less interesting smells there then between Daisuke's cheeks. Although the space between the legs was of much interest (especially the crinkled folds of Daisuke's ballsack), he resisted the temptation and went to work on the calves instead. The large muscles offered much to his hands, and V-mon took his time to practice every trick he knew on them.
Once Daisuke was thoroughly relaxed and liberated from his cramps, V-mon allowed himself to take a long sniff at the back of his knees. The scent of sweat was purest there, combined with a powerful mix of mauled grass and earth. The digimon straddled his body across the leg so that his leaky member rubbed at the sweaty sole of Daisuke's foot and before long, found himself nuzzling and rubbing his face into the skin for a second time. He licked across the hairless crease to get the best of the taste, bathing it in saliva to clean off the smell, dirt and every last stain there.
His continuous humping at the teen's feet produced slick, squelchy noises that only served to arouse the both of them even further. Rapidly coming over his initial surprise at the digimon's reaction, Daisuke was now finding these displays of interest to be incredibly erotic, and the feeling of his partner's member humping against his skin, be it that of his back or his foot, created desires in him he never knew existed.
Not wanting to spoil the taste right away with cum, V-mon slid back, the entire length of his body rubbing against Daisuke's legs until his face was pressed against the slime-coated surface. He sniffed softly so as to truly savor the mix of his and Daisuke's males scents, and immediately felt intoxicated. This had nothing to the overworked socks and briefs he collected and masturbated with in the vain hope of obtaining a cocktail even approaching what he was now subject to. Nothing to do with sucking on used jockstraps for weeks until they had been so thoroughly ripped of the smells and dirt that they might as well be returned to the clean underwear drawer.
All of his senses were crazed. The heat, moistness and rough texture of the skin; the smells of sweat, dirt, used socks and generous pre-cum; the slimy taste of pre and sweat; the twitching of the feet and curling of the toes; and above all the moans and begs of his partner almost snapped his will. But V-mon was decided to take it slow. He didn't know when, if ever, he'd get another chance (though a small voice in the back of his mind insisted he shouldn't be worrying about that).
Daisuke, however, did his best to entice his partner to more. His toes scratched at the digimon's skin and his other, fresh foot moved and both began pressing at the sides of the digimon's face, elicitating loud moans from him. Daisuke tried to get closer to the digimon, but did not find the leverage for it. V-mon eventually gave in to the human's less than subtle advances and shuffled forward. He took a slimy foot in each hands and stood up, firmly pressing them against each others to sandwich his four and a half inches cock in the middle.
Daisuke could not turn around to watch what his partner did. He only felt and heard what uses his feet were being subjected to, and that proved to be an even greater turn on when the digimon's wet member began slowly sliding between the soles. On one side, the warm, slick member slid back and forth against the sensitive underside of his feet, on the other, liquids dripped along his ankles and calves, like ice on his skin. And the sounds! V-mon panted and moaned; the fabric of the underwear he wore rustled softly as he humped himself into the makeshift love hole. Daisuke felt his muscles weaken when the digimon produced a long, low moan that ended in a series of small grunts and squirting sounds before something warm and sticky hit his lower back and rump, joining there V-mon's earlier cum and pre. His left foot was released, and almost immediately warm, scaly lips and a hungry tongue began to slurp and sip the liquids on it. The wet snake explored between his toes, then escaped to the side to lick the long trails and drips of mixed saliva and pre-cum that stuck to his calf hair. The other limb then underwent a similarly horny treatment.
Seeing the wet spot around Daisuke's member get constantly larger made V-mon even more aroused as he licked his way up the back of the thighs. He reached his first squirt and slowly, carefully, lovingly licked it off the soft skin. He moved forward, a trail of reddish, heavily sucked on skin in his wake toward the larger pool that combined now cool pre and fresh semen, which he slurped up like tasty jello, taking his time to savor the gobs of his own cum. His mouth moved in an arc until he was kneeling between Daisuke's knees and having the time of his life with licking and tasting between the cheeks, where Daisuke's arousal and need had strengthened the scent even more compared to earlier.
Daisuke, wanting to make things easier for the digimon, pushed himself off on all fours. He was rewarded by hands pushing his firm mounds apart so V-mon's mouth could sink between and lend a kiss on his brown, puckered hole. The tongue lavishly licked up and down the smelly crack and circled the center of the dragon's desire, making Daisuke arch and throw his head back with loud moans and begs, and push his back end against V-mon's face. The digimon was all too happy to oblige, his tongue teasing its way inside with agonizing slowness. It wiggled inside as he turned his head so he could taste as much of Daisuke as possible, until, like a ninja, it was gone, leaving the teen desperately wanting and panting. Then V-mon's lips claimed his balls. The digimon's cheeks puffed as the two orbs were sucked, rolled around and softly massaged by the skilled tongue. He took his time to properly savor the particular, cheesy quality of the teen's crotch, all along under his partner's watchful gaze, his eyes drinking in the scene. The digimon started to lick up Daisuke's stomach, crawling across the large pool of scent emanating from the wet sheets. He stayed clear of the throbbing, dripping cock, pushing it aside so he could sink his tongue into the bellybutton.
Panting and still thoroughly aroused from the ordeal, V-mon pushed at his partner so the teen would flip to his back. Daisuke, curious and hopeful, did as he was prompted and eyed his partner. Desire written across his face made it entirely unnecessary for either of them to talk. V-mon went back between Daisuke's legs and lightly humped their maleness together for a few seconds before repositioning his cock toward a more appropriate target. The black member was noticeably thinner than Daisuke's, but the virgin, tight ass would make this a ride neither of them would ever forget. The digimon stuck his slick, pointed head in place and began humping lightly at the hole at the same time his mouth started to lick at the glistening top of Daisuke's dick, as revealed by the retracted foreskin. The human's hands almost immediately wrapped around his head and began to guide it as the teen moaned to express his satisfaction. The taste was yet a new variant of Daisuke, adding the bitterness of piss to the salty, slimy qualities of his pre and a hint of collected dirt from the previous days. Daisuke wasn't very adept at cleaning that body part, and the digimon was all the more thankful for it.
V-mon eventually inserted his member, edging himself millimeters by wet, tight millimeter. Daisuke's face contorted in mixed pleasure and pain as the digimon lavished attention upon his cock's head to take his mind off the intruding sensation. Slowly, the asshole relaxed and began gripping rhythmically around V-mon's member, and the digimon started to ride. It was difficult to concentrate on both suckling the foreskin and licking the sensitive head while humping more and more strongly at the demanding hole. One of the digimon's hands gripped at Daisuke's thigh, but the other began to play with the boy's still wet ballsack, the probing clawed finger softly pressing at the balls through the shriveled, hairy scrotum.
Daisuke was caught in a hurricane of sensations. The escalating feelings were close to making him lose all sense despite his effort to concentrate on the new pleasures V-mon kept inflicting on him even when he thought nothing more could be done. The digimon proved incredibly adept at sucking him (or maybe it was Daisuke's lack of experience speaking), and the piledriving his ass was subjected to brought him to summits of pleasure no explorer or yeti had ever witnessed. The pleasure, like pressure, seemed to accumulate against a dam inside him, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand it.
V-mon, however, was intent on it being the shortest time possible. He wanted to taste the one true taste of his partner, and wanted to taste it now. His efforts in humping and sucking went up a notch, his lips wrapping around the top to let the tongue probe at the pisshole and the frenulum, and generally go crazy across the board. Daisuke's hands tightened around his head. V-mon felt the body tense and the balls draw up abruptly. The teen's head arched back, his lips loudly whispering his partner's name, and he flooded the digimon's demanding mouth with the eagerly awaited thick substance. V-mon let the first few squirts pool inside before throwing his head back away from the spurting fountain of Daisuke, humming in pleasure as shots after shots splattered across his face and body. The asshole tightened hungrily around the digimon's cock, prompting him to shove forward sharply, hilting himself and unloading the little cum he still could deep inside.
They remained silent and immobile for a few moments, basking in their respective afterglows, before V-mon slipped himself out of Daisuke's hole with a slurping sound proof of the orifice's reluctance at letting the digimon's half-hard member go away. He crawled across Daisuke's chest, smearing the teen's cum all the way up before wrapping his arms around the teen's neck and pulling their mouth together. Daisuke welcomed his partner's gift of his own cum and they spent several seconds wrestling to see who would manage to force the other to take the most of it, but neither tried too hard, and they ended up sharing about equally. V-mon nuzzled into his partner's chest with a satisfied murr.
"Thank you..." he finally whispered, echoing his earlier phrase.
"No problem..." Daisuke whispered back.
The teen's finger trailed to the cum squelching between them. He poked his partner.
"I really need to clean up now," he commented.
V-mon gasped.
"But... but..."
What about... Everything? So much of Daisuke he hadn't tasted yet! He looked up at the boy with teary eyes. Daisuke chuckled back.
"Hey, who said you couldn't help? Want to come along?" he asked, getting up with the digimon cradled in his arms.
V-mon nodded eagerly and continued to nuzzle himself into the scents of Daisuke. He would never let him go. Never.