[Private RP] "Greener Pastures" [Frisk/Dashte]

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Prowl grunted blissfully as Dash pulled him in, his warm lips kneading into the horse's firm, but malleable pec as he sucked hard on his dark nipple. Precum dripped off their balls in thick, slimy strands and fat droplets as the coyote's cock twitched and pumped his presemen non-stop, and his muzzle leaves Dash's nipple with a wet peck, only to meet his partner's deep kiss with one of his own. He opened his eyes half-way as Dash shoved his tongue in his mouth. The coyote was usually the one to put his tongue into his partner's maw, but receiving it wasn't bad either.

Dash's tongue was huge, hot, and delicious, like the rest of him, and he couldn't help but wrestle the organ with his own powerful appendage, suckling on it warmly. Upon breaking apart, he smiled at the horse, a little out of breath, he grinned and gently backed him up until his muscular shoulders pressed against the tiled wall.

"Lean back, big guy." He spoke softly, his masculine voice quiet and sultry as he lowered himself down to one knee. Water dripped from his damp body, droplets of the clear liquid soon blending in with his sweat and musk, his cock lay heftily against his thigh as he pointed Dash's cock downward, stroking along the length, admiring every vein and groove as they pressed against his firm palm. "Take it easy; I'm gonna give you your first blow job, aright?" He winked up at the horse, massaging his gargantuan sack.