Roleplay
Quibble Pants whimpered, and he was aware that it sounded both muffled and strange. In fact, it was partially mixed into a gasp of his as a sort of secondary reaction to the predicament he was in. His body was sweating in the sort of way where his clothes clung to his body and had to be peeled off. His hair felt slightly greasy and ruffled with his face pressed roughly to a pillow and nothing but a few grunts coming out of his mouth every few seconds. He tried to move to alleviate some of his discomfort, though all it did was remind him of the fact that he could barely move at all. He could feel several bits of tight rope bind to each of his legs, tying his hind legs together as well as his front, as well as around his neck in a sort of makeshift leash which was currently taut and tight, pulling on his neck backward to a place he couldn’t properly see. The outfit he had spent so many weeks working on was damp with his sweat, and becoming wrinkled the more his body writhed on the large king sized bed. Another whimper escaped, but it was only when the sensation returned to right under his pulled back tail and against the left side of his rump.
“My my my,” A rough yet taunting tone of a stallion was behind Quibble. He tried to look over his shoulder, though only caught a glimpse of the dark maroon color of the stallion’s body and felt the bed creak under the weight of the two of them. His hoof stroked over a part of Quibble’s bottom that made him gasp again, a few light taps over a spot which stung slightly from the time it had been spanked less than three minutes ago. “Dashing Doo, you have such a plump bottom for somepony who spends all of their time outwitting me and running away. Tell me, do you feel exposed?”
“G-Gaaaah!” Quibble Pants whined when a hoof squeezed at the chubby part of his cheek and pulled. A harsh blush crept over his already warm face when he closed his eyes yet couldn’t quite bury his face into the pillow he was near if only for the fact that this stallion was pulling roughly at the rope around his neck. He was leaning up now as though he wanted to tower over Quibble as he gave the area he was squeezing a light spank that was still hard enough to echo in the large hotel room. Quibble cried out involuntarily and felt his rump tense in response when he received another slap. That was his second and third spank in the past five minutes, and he was ashamed to admit that it made his heart pound in an exciting way.
Quibble finally looked over his shoulder at the stallion now that he was in a better position. He was taller and wider in a sort of mix of muscle and fat. He had thick eyebrows, but it was almost wrong looking and clearly glued on in a sense. He was wearing a wig of black slicked back hair that glimmered slightly, though Quibble could see the outline of the band against his real grey mane. A catch of his flank to see a fake cutie mark clumsily yet charmingly painted over his old one in a bit of a wiggly and jagged sort of look. This was no longer the stallion he was before, but “Dr. Caballeron.”
Quibble Pants had to admit that he was at the very least a tiny bit tipsy. The convention downstairs in the hotel was still lively, but never in a hundred years had he imagined doing something as risque as this even in his fantasies. Hooking up with strangers who flirted with him wasn’t exactly something he had done before, even if they had bought him a few drinks, but Quibble found himself playing right into the hooves of the other stallion. Words of bindings and roleplay and a bit of rough sex were probably all he truly needed to be lured, sadly enough.
“You got nothing to say?” Caballeron taunted with a smile. His hoof ran down tauntingly against the crack in Quibble Pants’ rump and threatened to pull to expose his hole. His legs for the longest time had been forcibly pulled up and revealed with his tail pushed aside. Yet this time the hoof stroked lower until finally settling on the exposed part of his taint and stroking lightly over his balls. “Must I nibble all over that plump rump of yours until you give me what I want, Dashing Doo?”
“U-Uh,” Quibble pants said through half of a nervous giggle as well as a genuine twinge in his chest that urged him to speak. “A-Actually Daring Doo’s genderbent name is Dashing Dare . A-At least that’s what a lot of people speculate. It’s not Doo, though.”
“Mmm,” The stallion cosplaying Caballeron commented. Quibble felt his cheeks grow hot again and realized this was probably the third time he had interrupted their play time by correcting the stallion. It was difficult to help himself, and he wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or simply the fact that it really did bother him that much that forced him to keep breaking character.
It wasn’t every day that you got to roleplay your slightly kinky genderbent gay erotic fanfiction with just any fan. Quibble just wanted to get it right.
“I-I mean,” Quibble said, very aware of the fact that his most sensitive area was in the burly hooves of this cosplayer. “Y-You’ll never get the answer out of me, Caballeron! The Ring of Destiny belongs in a museum, you fiend! All you want is to get rich!”
A few moments passed in silence.
“T-Too hammy?” Quibble asked looking over his shoulder. “I think that was too hammy.”
“Well then,” Caballeron responded just as he rolled his eyes, ignoring Quibble’s nervous question. “I suppose I’m already rich right now, in fact I’m holding the family jewels of a rather popular adventurer. Wouldn’t you say? I think it is in your best interest to cooperate with me, Dashing Dare, I get bored rather easily and it’s so difficult to resist your body.”
“C-Caballeron,” Quibble tried to speak as the hoof squirmed itself further down from his balls and in between his legs forcibly closed by rope. Caballeron’s hoof was running against the base of his cock now and it made a pant come out of Quibble’s mouth as he bit his lip hard. His other hoof was still rubbing over Quibble’s rump now.
“Such fun to play with, Dashing,” Caballeron commented as he leaned forward and pressed against Quibble’s body. “Not only do you have a plump rump, but a hard cock as well. Who knew you were so easily aroused, Mr. Adventurer.”
“G-Grah,” Quibble responded just as he was spanked again on his supposedly plump rump. His mouth fell open and he panted heavily onto the pillow. Suddenly his cock was unhandled, though a hoof moved back to over his rump and squeezed either of his exposed cheeks and pulled apart as though unveiling a curtain. Suddenly Quibble was exposed beyond reason as he felt an unfamiliar push of hot air against his hole.
“The ring is not here,” Caballeron said in a tone obviously taunting. “Though I found the next best one.”
“Mmm,” Quibble whimpered helplessly as he felt the muzzle of the cosplayer press to his taint and kiss each of his balls before giving each a tender lick before dragging his nose up to Quibble’s hole. It was hard not to feel nervous and ignore the pounding in his heart before the first sensualizing lick ran over the flesh of his hole. Caballeron pushed deeper and more lustfully as his tongue seemed to drag Quibble was whimpering loudly now through his panting. A slight bit of drool was forming on the pillow and sticking to his cheek through each embarrassingly loud noise he made. This lasted for quite a while as the stallion was eaten out, and each second gave him a new reason for his body to react in such violent and passionate ways to the rimming. If he could he would want to spread his legs so the stallion could lick somehow deeper into him, though all he could do was squirm his hooves pointlessly in the bindings.
The rope around his neck was pulled, and Quibble was forced to arch his head back and let out his biggest moan of all when Caballeron let out his last lick before finally releasing his rump so Quibble could crash to the bed and rest in a mess of panting. Though his leash was stilled tugged and the cosplayer’s hoof touched his side and pushed as though urging Quibble to roll onto his back and expose himself once more. Quibble compiled, his hardened cock sticking up slightly as though more exposed due to the fact that his bound legs with pushing it up.
“Such a mighty cock for a mighty adventurer,” Caballeron commented with a shake of his head and a devious smirk on his face as his hoof came and touched the shaft of Quibble’s hardened cock. It was glistening, and in a moment of shame Quibble saw the hint of the bedspread to realize that during the rimming he had spurted a good deal of pre-cum all over the bed sheet and was now partially laying in it. Caballeron didn’t seem to mind and still drug his hoof up and down the cock in a pumping manner slowly. “I wonder how long I’d edge you to make you go insane. Until you want to cum so bad by the hand of your most hated adversary that you’d tell me anything I want to know. A day? No, Dashing Dare is too strong for that. Weeks sounds more accurate.”
“Ngnn…” Quibble whined as his cock was played with by toying hooves. The other hoof of the stallion found his belly and squeezed, giving it a gentle yet humiliating rub that equally tickled and felt soothing in a sense. It was the kind of belly rub you would give a dog who was being good.
“A pet, perhaps?” Caballeron commented with a laugh. “I’ve always wanted a horny Dashing Dare of my own. Who I can rub his belly and lick his tasty little hole all I want. Maybe if he’s really good I’ll let him cum all over me only to make him lick it off of my chest.”
“Y-You’ll never get away with this!” Quibble responded. He found out very fast it was hard to stay in character when all you wanted to do was let a stallion keep rubbing your belly and jerking your cock off. “The Ring of Destiny is safe in the… in the uh…”
“Hmmm?” Caballeron said with a smirk. “You almost slipped there, Dashing.”
Up and down Quibble watched the cosplayer glide just the lightest touches of his hoof up and down the base of his cock. Enough to excite him, though not nearly enough to do more than mildly stimulate him. He began wiggling slightly the more his belly was rubbed and prodded playfully as though he were nothing more than entertainment for the other. It was when his cock head was pushed against and rubbed did he really begin to whimper and cry out. Caballeron’s hoof was glistening with pre-cum now from the few times Quibble shamefully let it spurt out. He was beyond horny and almost going nuts with a desire to cum at this point, yet all of him wanted it to go on longer.
“Poor little Dashing Dare gets a little weak in the head when all you do is play with his body a little, huh?” Caballeron asked with a laugh. It was devious as though he had been perfecting it for a while now. He laid down on the bed beside Quibble and forced his muzzle against Quibble’s neck and kissed near the rope collar. “Maybe if I play more you’ll slip up again and again? Tell me, do you want me to keep touching your cock?”
“N-No!” Quibble shook his head, still using his hammy voice. In his mind he was screaming yes. “Y-You’ll never break me, Ca… Caba… O-Oh Celestia…”
“You’re such a cutie,” Caballeron responded in a much less evil sounding tone when his hind leg hoof touched Quibble’s cock and began to tease it while his lips pressed against Quibble Pants’ neck. Quibble felt his back arch slightly at the double attack of stimulation from the single stallion. He wanted to both squirm away and stay perfectly still so it could continue. When his neck was nibbled it tickled, but in a way that made his body feel looser and less nervous. When he parted lips from his neck it was only to climb right on top of Quibble Pants and spread his legs, his large cock now resting on top of Quibble’s chest. It was just as hard as Quibble’s own was.
“Y-You’ll… never get me too… O-Oh Celestia that thing is big,” Quibble started feeling nervous again and giggling as he looked away. His hoof was touched lightly by the cosplayer with a smirk. He was blushing again and couldn’t stop giggling before he was kissed. It happened again, and again, and again. The two kissed for awhile, eventually Quibble letting the other’s tongue into his mouth so it could stimulate him more. He smelled musk from the stallion’s cock when they finally broke and he kept giggling.
“Would Dashing Dare enjoy a taste of my cock?” Caballeron asked. He was holding his cock up in his hoof now and waving it in front of Quibble’s face.
“Uh huh,” Quibble nodded slowly, breaking any kind of character he had from before. The truth was, he really wanted to suck that cock.
“C’mon big boy,” Caballeron said as he pressed the cock to Quibble’s cheek. “Maybe once I break you enough you’ll tell me where the ring is, then we can work on finding the six sided chest together.”
“A-Actually,” Quibble said, another twinge in his chest. “I-It’s the seven sided chest, y-yeah, there’s actually these doors and most of them match but one is an al- MMMP!”
Quibble was interrupted by the stuffing of a cock into his mouth. It made his eyes widen and his body tense when he felt it run against his tongue and fill his mouth entirely to the point it almost hurt his jaw. Though he was interrupted, the stallion above him sighed in relief as though he were glad to shut him up. Quibble wanted to groan but couldn’t, so he simply gave into his desires and let the cock further into his mouth. A hoof pet behind his ear as though he were a pup and Caballeron cooed to him tauntingly. Quibble bobbed his head the best he could given the fact that the cosplayer was on his chest, though his heart still pounded with lust. Caballeron leaned forward until he was almost standing over Quibble and leaning against the back of the bed where his cock almost hung directly over Quibble’s mouth for bobbing that was to be quite honest a bit of a workout. The cosplayer was panting in pleasure now, groaning and lustfully panting with desire of the blowjob he was receiving.
“Oh, Dashing Doo!” Caballeron moaned. “If I knew you gave such willing and talented blowjobs I would have interrogated you like this long before.”
A bit of a cheesy line, though somehow it only managed to turn Quibble on more as he felt a light breeze from the window against his cock to assure that it was still wet with pre-cum and only getting wetter the more he was stimulated.
When the cock was pulled from Quibble’s lips he found himself almost arching his neck up to give it one last lick. He was in deep, so horny his mind simply struggled to withstand it any longer.
“I think it’s time we learn that ring’s location, Dashing,” Caballeron said as he swung his cock tauntingly above Quibble’s face. “A bit of stimulation should get you to tell me right where it is, don’t you think?”
“N-Never,” Quibble shook his head. “You’ll have to torture me! E-Even then I won’t break!”
Quibble couldn’t help but have a big doofy smile on his face when he said this. It was hard to sound menacing in any sense of the word when all he wanted was to fool around with this stallion some more. Though the cosplayer seemed to have another idea in mind as he raised his fake bushy eyebrow and chuckled before crawling off of the bed. He went to the desk in the corner to pick up a small bucket and then return to the bed, letting it creak again as he crawled over with it hanging from his mouth. It was the sort of bucket found in most hotel rooms, the kind designated for filling up with ice, and judging by the sound it was making it was clearly full of the stuff.
“W-What are you gonna do?” Quibble asked. It sounded nervous, probably due to the fact that it was a genuine question. He ran through all the sexual encounters he had in his life, and not a single one of them had involved ice.
“Don’t worry,” Caballeron commented as he reached out his hoof to touch Quibble Pants by the jawline and stroke him gently. “I won’t hurt you, only… stimulate you. Let’s go with that.”
After a long pause and clearly a nervous stare from Quibble Pants the cosplayer coughed and then added, “The safe word is still cabbage, alright?”
“Okay,” Quibble nodded, thankful that he managed to suppress the nervous stutter he felt coming.
“Regardless!” Caballeron shouted, returning back to the villainous act. “I’m not here to hurt you, Dashing Dare. This is an interrogation of stimulation, do you understand?”
Caballeron reached into the bucket and pulled out a single cube of ice which he inspected in his hoof for a moment, turning it over as though it were some sort of marvel before throwing Quibble a smile.
“And I love to stimulate you, Dashing.”
The cube of ice was brought down slowly to Quibble’s hard, twitching cock. When it was placed against the head of it and held there Quibble began to pant instantly. It was a different sort of stimulation. For so long he had felt nothing but sweaty and warm in this hotel room, but now his body was being forced to interact with the opposite element which was so strong it almost stung like the blade of a knife. It tauntingly drug itself around his cockhead as all of his muscles in his neck and legs tensed. He wanted to squirm but at the same time didn’t, for it was exciting.
“A-Ahh…” Quibble whined helplessly. This was insatiable in a way. The taunting looks from the cosplayer drove Quibble nearly over the edge with every whine and whimper he gave out as he could do nothing but watch the cube slowly melt against his cock, water dribbling down and intermingling with all of the pre he gave out.
By the time it fully melted, Quibble was given nothing more than a moment’s hesitation before Caballeron reached into the bucket once again but this time pulled out a hoof full of ice. At least four cubes, each of which made Quibble’s heart simply pound with worry and excitement.
“Spread your legs, Dashing,”
A slight tug on the rope around his legs and he was free, at least in his lower half. Quibble whimpered and complied as he spread out his legs. The other rattled the ice in his hoof as smirked, staring up and down the exposed area between Quibble’s legs.
“Don’t go losing it on me, Dare,” Caballeron taunted. “Unless of course, you’d like to tell me where the ring is?”
“N-Never in your dreams, Caballeron!” Quibble responded. It had lost all of it’s hamminess and simply sounded more playful now. Quibble couldn’t help it, as he was enjoying himself far too much.
“Your choice,” Caballeron responded as he pinched lightly at the skin near Quibble’s balls and lifted up near the sac to fully reveal his taint before slapping down his hoof full of ice against it and pressing his balls back down.
“O-O-OH GEEZE!” Quibble cried out louder than he had ever intended to before. The freezing torment of the ice forced him to stutter more than he had in his entire life as it took all of his willpower just ot keep his legs open. He began panting loudly in what was almost crying out at the freezing mass of ice pressing against his taint, and worse now dragging against it given the motions of Caballeron’s hoof. With his other hoof Caballeron stroked and pumped at his cock, but all Quibble could really do was focus on the sensation near his taint. It burned, it stung, and as it melted strands of water soaked both him and the bedsheets.
It was so… cold. It hurt almost, but in a way that was exciting and new. He had never dreamed of mixing such pleasure with such discomfort. The rope was enough to give him a hint of that, but nothing could prepare him for freezing sensations that seemed to override the thrill of his cock being stroked right now. His mouth hung open as he panted and blushed heavily. He wanted to beg, actually beg and not just as in character. His legs trembled as though vibrating and he whined and helplessly squirmed his body wanting it to both end and secretly keep going. The safe word was on the tip of his tongue as the ice drifted down more, Caballeron splitting what was left and pushing one deeper under where his taint was and actually against the bed and his rump, the ice cube against his hole in a way that made him simply howl in a cry of protest and excitement. The rest of the ice began to glide up and down the length of his cock and rub against his belly in equal parts. It was hard to find comfort in much other than the thrill of it all.
When the ice melted this time, Quibble could feel his body trembling. His cock was rock hard, and Caballeron smiled at him.
“Ready to talk, cutie?”
“T-That was…” Quibble couldn’t finish, as he was too busy panting. The ice near his hole still tingled with cold in the last of the watery remains.
Caballeron lifted a cube into his mouth and showed how large it was between his lips before bringing it fully into his mouth and crunching on it. He did this for a few seconds before smiling and wiggling his eyebrows. He grasped Quibble Pants by the cock and steadied himself, leaning his head down for a blowjob before opening his mouth and taking in the cock. Quibble wasn’t quite sure anything could truly prepare him for the overwhelming sensations he felt.
“O-Oh CELESTIA!” Quibble cried out. The warmth of the inside of Caballeron’s mouth meshed so alien-like with the bits of chewed up freezing ice that touched his shaft. Though they were melting fast against the heat of both his flesh and Caballeron’s mouth, it still stung so… so erotically against Quibble’s poor, edged cock. When Caballeron swallowed he swallowed bits of pre and melted ice. The mixture burned and stung and also pleased Quibble beyond words as he arched his back and cried out.
“O-Okay, okay!” Quibble cried out when the cosplayer reached for the bucket again. “I-I don’t know if I can handle more of that!”
“Cutie,” Caballeron commented with another smirk when he sat up. “You’ve been such a good sport, Dashing Dare, how about I give that plump rump of yours a nice ploughing.”
“Mmm,” Quibble felt his legs close once Caballeron was finally out of them. All he could do was nod slowly in agreement, as the words were too embarrassing to say out loud just how much he liked that idea.
“Turn over,” Caballeron ordered.
Quibble did as he was told. His supposedly plump rump was squeezed on both sides and pulled apart again. This time the cock of the cosplayer was settled between his cheeks as Quibble whimpered lightly in a way that was nervous, but still excited as he looked back. The cosplayer kept groping and stroking his buttcheeks, even spanking him lightly a few times as he grinded his cock lightly.
“Tell me you want it,” Caballeron said. “Tell me you’re a broken little Dashing Dare who just wants his nemesis to fill him up.”
“Y-Yeah,” Quibble responded, finding himself grinding his own body against the cock. “P-Please, Caballeron, fuck me.”
“What was that?” Caballeron said. “Huck Bees?”
“F-Fuck me!” Quibble cried out with a blush. He knew he was being taunted like before, but this one got to him as he covered his face by burying it into the pillow. The taunting giggles of the one playing with him made his heart pound. He wanted this so much it was embarrassing.
Caballeron leaned over to the nightstand where he reached into the drawer and pulled out a small bottle which when Quibble looked over his shoulder he recognized as lube. The bottle opened with a popping sound and Caballeron poured it out in a goopy mess onto his hooves before slapping it down against Quibble’s exposed hole and pushing in as deep as he could. Quibble panted as it was pushed around and rubbed in plenty. He watched the other coat his own cock with the stuff before pulling on either of Quibble’s plump cheeks again and steadying himself in such a way where the head of his rock hard cock was pressing to the outside edges of Quibble’s hole.
“A-Ahh!” Quibble cried out when the cock of the other pushed. He pulled desperately on the ropes of his front hooves still binding him trying desperately to hide his embarrassingly girly cries, yet was unable to do more than stuff his face into the pillow and cry out in pants and grunts. The other stallion was grunting too as Quibble tried to loosen himself. It felt like burning at first, but the more Caballeron pushed the more Quibble felt it grow easier.
“Oh my gosh oh my gosh!” Quibble hissed out when the cock was halfway inside of him. “Y-You’re so bucking big!”
“That a compliment, Dashing?”
Quibble Pants had almost forgotten they were role playing. His breath was so caught up trying to simply keep breathing that he could do nothing but focus on the cock inside of him. The burning sensation lessened with each passing second as Caballeron drove in deeper.
“Mmm, you have such juicy looking cheeks even from up here,” Caballeron questioned with a chuckle as he still continued to squeeze on Quibble’s body. “Do me a favor and tell me how much you love my cock in your ass.”
“I-I… I want you to plough me,” Quibble grunted. “I-I love it when you pound me, Caballeron.”
“That’s right,” Caballeron said as he began to pull out half way before moving in again. It was slow. Agonizingly slow. “Like this?”
“F-Faster,” Quibble said quietly.
“Good boy,” Caballeron said, increasing his speed more. It felt rougher than before, but in a good way. Caballeron had to grip either side of Quibble’s body to keep him from rocking too much given his size in comparison to the other stallion. The first time the cosplayer’s balls slapped down against Quibble’s flank was the first time Quibble really cried out. He arched his back at the insistent pull of his rope leash and let his cries be heard as his face flushed hard.
Electrifying. That was a word to describe it, Quibble thought. His own cock was being touched now by Caballeron as with each pound of the cock in his ass he grunted and whined and panted and did quite a number of mildly embarrassing noises. He simply wouldn’t stop squeezing his body in daring places such as his belly or rump or sides of cock as though ploughing him simply wasn’t enough. He leaned over Quibble’s body and hugged him from behind to start going faster.
The weight of him was difficult to bare as hot breath rolled down against Quibble’s neck. Teeth grazed somewhere against his back and nibbled tauntingly. Quibble felt sweaty against the heat of the stallion’s body on top of his own. Whenever he went deep, he went in hard and pushed Quibble’s entire body as he buried his cock. He pulled out only once in the middle of it, and it was to forcibly pull Quibble to his side like some sort of wild animal and stand over his hard cock visible.
“Get up,” Caballeron ordered with a bark. Quibble did as he was told as Caballeron sat down on the bed on his back and held his cock steady. “Sit on it, Dashing Dare. You want to be fucked so badly? You do it to yourself.”
“O-Okay,” Quibble nodded in compliance as he moved over to the cock and settled himself on the cosplayers belly. He had to nearly lay on the body of the other when he adjusted himself, the cock going in much easier this time. It burned, but for less time, and when he seated himself he felt full in a sense again. His own cock was visible, pointed out by the fact that Caballeron grabbed it and began pumping it.
“I’m gonna play with you all the time now, Dashing,” Caballeron said in his own gasping sort of tone as Quibble began to raise and lower his body to let the cock fuck him. The other hoof of the cosplayer touched his belly and began to rub again. “You’ll be my little cockslave. My little pet. We’ll go on adventures together all the time and I’ll show you off as my little prize.”
“Y-Yes,” Quibble said. The idea made his head spin with horniness. “I-I’ll be yours.”
“You like it when I touch your cock?” Caballeron said, grinding his own hind legs to stimulate his cock more as he pumped at Quibble Pants’ member.
“Yes!” Quibble said, closing his eyes sheepishly.
“I’m gonna make you cum,” Caballeron said. It sounded almost like a threat. “I’m gonna cum inside of you and then I’ll make you cum all over me.”
“Nngn!” Quibble whimpered as his cock was squeezed. He was ashamed to admit in that moment the idea was so erotic he almost came right then and there. “Please, do, Caballeron. I deserve it for hiding the ring.”
“Good boy,” Caballeron said as he pumped faster on the cock. “Keep fucking me, do you hear me? I won’t let you cum till I’m close.”
“Y-Yes, Caballeron,” Quibble mumbled sheepishly as he continued to let his body rise and fall and pump Caballeron’s cock by force. His body was exposed sitting up like it was, and still hooves continued to squeeze his sides and cock and belly and even touch at his chest. If his hooves weren’t still tied up, he might have fought against it due to how it distracted him from fucking Caballeron.
“Nghnn…” Caballeron made a grunting noise suddenly. He squeezed Quibble by each side and pushed him down hard on the cock until the balls were touching his rump. Suddenly, a warm sensation filled the inside of Quibble as Caballeron orgasmed. Hot, sticky seed dribbled out of Quibble’s hole that still felt plugged by Caballeron’s cock. It made him pant more and squirm insistently on the still hard member.
“C-Cum for me, Dashing Dare,” The cosplayer said, clearly winded from his own orgasm.
“A-Ah!” Quibble cried out when Caballeron still pounded at him for at least the next minute as his orgasm came closer and closer. It burned in his cock in growing sensationale waves. Closer and closer the waves came to him until finally he was pushed over the edge with one last pump from the other’s hoof against his cock, which spurted out a thick gush of white seed all over the other’s chest and even some onto his face.
“Ahhhh!’ Quibble cried out again helplessly. “B-Buck!”
He let out four shots of cum all over the other and the bedsheets as well. Until Quibble was a sticky mess of cum and sweat and general exhaustion he came, and only then did he raise up from Caballeron’s cock and fall to the side of him where he panted helplessly. He closed his eyes, opening them only when he felt a kiss on the cheek and a slight tug on his bindings until he was freed.
“That was amazing, Cutie,” The cosplayer said as he touched Quibble’s side. “You make an adorable Dashing Dare, you know that?”
“Y-Yeah,” Quibble nodded. “B-But uh, I have about fifty inconsistencies that happened during that. You see, you kind of…”
Quibble was interrupted before his rant could even start by a kiss on his lips. It shut him up with a blush as he watched the other roll his eyes.
“You’re so noisy,” The cosplayer commented. “I might have to go round two with you just to get all that talking out of you.”
Quibble giggled, the nervous kind again. He forgot what he was going to say as the hoof of the other returned to his plump rump and gave it a squeeze. He was kissed on his lips and then his neck.
“O-Okay, Caballeron.” Quibble responded.