Want Me
“What in tartarus are you doin’?”
Dusk stopped reading and tilted his head back. Geez, the stallion standing next to his chair sure was tall. Huge. And definitely not happy. Mad, really. Enraged. “Uh…reading.”
“Reading here?” The gigantor asked.
What was the big deal? “Yeah. It is the library.”
“You’re in my seat, you little shit. Get up.” Gigantor’s huge hoof was suddenly launched into Dusk side causing him to tumble out of his seat. “Read somewheres else, nerd. This here’s where I take a nap.” The lug shoved Dusk aside and plopped into the plush, upholstered chair.
Dusk laid dazed on the floor for a moment, his side still throbbing he picked himself up. There were five other ponies in the stacks nearby, and every one of them stared at him. Most of them laughed. It wasn’t anything that hadn’t happened to him before.
Pissed, but not pissed enough to take on a jerk that big, he skulked off in search of another place to sit, putting his saddlebag on his back and the astrology book he’d been reading in the bag. The first week of his last semester as an undergrad at Luna’s new magic school and some jock the size of a boulder makes him feel like the biggest loser on campus.
He wouldn’t let it ruin his good mood, though. He’d purchased a copy of Luna’s Constellations book. Time to do a little reading before hitting the paper for his Advanced History of Magic class.
Dusk settled in at a table,the bottom of his hooves tucked behind the bottom rung of the chair, opened the book, and immersed himself in the starry night again. He’d just gotten to chapter 8 which discussed how Luna herself formed certain historical times in equestria through the stars, when the huge jerk had thrown him out of the chair.
He got two pages in again before Gigantor’s gruff voice rang out. “I’m not movin’.”
Dusk peeked over the top of the book. Another stallion stood next to the chair the bully had vacated. Light brown hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a white long-sleeve dress shirt with and a lime green tie laid neatly on his chest. The stallion was lean, but even through the the dress shirt, the curved muscles of his arms, legs, and that fine ass were hard to ignore. Dusk was so entranced by his flank he finally came to the realization he had been staring and tried to ignore the flush on his face, that he almost missed the gorgeous stallion’s reply to Gigantor.
“I’m not asking you to move. You need to leave the library.” He glared at Gigantor.
“Why?”
“Because you’re harassing other students. Students who are here to study.”
“That pony?”
Uh-oh. Gigantor was pointing at Dusk.
“He wasn’t studyin’. He was readin’ some picture book. Kick his ass out.”
Oh no. Dusk could not get kicked out of the library. He lived in the library. Between studying and the stack of new books he read each week, he’d never make it. Books cost too much for him To satisfy his desire for reading. And he had Prince Solaris’s extra training sessions so he couldn’t afford to have a job. Plus where would he do his homework? It was never quiet enough for reading, let alone studying in his dorm. If he wanted achieve the scholarship for Equestria's top unicorn academy, Dusk needed to keep a high GPA throughout the year.
“No,” the brown-haired stallion said, his voice stern, unapologetic. “I’m kicking you out.”
Dusk sucked in a sharp breath. The stallion worked at the library and talked like that? Dusk loved a pony who likes books, smart, and had strength to him—somepony who could show Dusk a little dominance in bed. Who could control his body, make him fly apart with need and pleasure. Not that he’d ever had anypony in bed with him like that before, but it didn’t keep him from hungering for it.
Gigantor stood, towering over the other stallion. “Don’t you know who I am?”
“Yeah. It doesn’t matter what position you play on the miniscule hoofball team, you’re still kicked out.”
Gigantor’s forelegs twitched; his biceps flexed.
Dusk flinched from where he sat. He hid behind the astrology book again.
The blue eyed stallion didn’t move an inch. He was going to get a serious pounding. All because Dusk had to move. Wasn’t there a library policy stating you couldn’t steal another pony’s seat? Should he tell them he didn’t mind moving? Save the poor stallion from the impending torture Gigantor was sure to inflict? But Gigantor didn’t raise a hoof. He snorted and strode past, shoving the librarian with his shoulder on his way by.
The book dropped out of Dusk’s grasp. He scooped it up again before anypony saw him sitting there with his mouth gaping open.
No pony stood up to somepony Gigantor’s size. It was kinda scary, neat and…sexy as buck. Dusk’s blood ran south, and his shaft hardened, begging for a touch. Good thing he was sitting. He never had such an immediate attraction to anypony before. Especially sompony he hadn’t talked to yet.
Not that he spent a lot of time talking to ponies. He kept to himself, he read, studied, and read more. It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but he’d learned a long time back the stallions he wanted, didn’t want him.
But the stallion he was lusting after was looking right at him. And walking toward him.
“You okay?”
Dusk tried to swallow the lump in his throat. The librarian's voice sounded better up close. Low, smooth, and confident. The deep tone zipped through Dusk, landing at his dick, swelling it further. If only he could shove his hoof under the table, grab his cock, and pump his hips, stroke the swollen flesh with his hoof until the relief he craved shot out of him.
He breathed deep. Arousal and the scent of the stallion overpowered him, made him dizzy. Irresistible. Clean. With a hint of a spicy cologne. It wasn’t helping Dusk with what to say to the him. All he came up with was, please take me to bed. “Uh, uh-huh,” was what he managed.
“That jerk is such an ass. He never does anything but sleep.”
“You work here?” Better. A coherent sentence.
The pony smiled at Dusk and laughed. Oh, the laugh sounded like a purr.
Dusk’s erection throbbed, begging him to say something, anything to get it action. He was already counting the number of fantasies he’d be able to use when he jerked off, all of them starring this stallion. It would be enough to last him through mid-terms, maybe finals. It’s not like he’d have any actual sex before then. He didn’t mean to be celibate. He’d get laid all the time if he had his choice in the matter.
Maybe this stallion would want him.
There he went again, thinking about fantasies as if they could be real. He’d have to settle for jerking off and using his favorite dildo while he imagined the stallion slamming into him, taking him right there against the bookshelves, his own bare cock pressed against the novels of Neighl Shustertrot and Veroneighca Roth.
Damn, he’d have to use that one as soon as he got home.
-◘-
Caramel couldn’t help but laugh at the purple maned stallion staring up at him. The university library was huge and there were a lot of employees, but how the heck had the other stallion not seen him? Caramel had worked at the library since the school had opened.
But the stallion was seeing Caramel now, looking at him like he was the main course at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He ached to tell the pony to take a taste. Excitement surged through him, warming his skin under his fur. He sucked in a mouthful of air. The exhale surged out of him with more laughter. “Yeah, I work here. Have since before you first came in.”
He had seen the young student around enough to know his name was Dusk and that he had been in the library every day. He always went for the new releases shelf first, stacking books on the floor in front of him until the pile rose past his shoulders, reading topics ranging from global warming to medieval weaponry and every damn subject in between. Dusk read as much fiction too.
Caramel adored intelligent ponies, found them sexy and passionate and focused. He also loved stallions who weren’t afraid of him getting a little rough in bed, pinning them down, controlling them.
Dusk was a smart student. Did he fit the rest of the qualities he liked?
Most stallions didn’t. He sure did want to take Dusk to bed and find out. No pony had ever made him lose focus the way Dusk did, made the desire turn to desperation so damn fast. He was adorable. Inquisitive. Sexy. He had found himself hard, his dick in his hoof, in the restroom more than once after watching him browse the bookshelves.
If he’d only gotten one look of interest over the last four years, he would’ve approached the stallion sooner. He wasn’t into making a move when the other stallion didn’t seem interested. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t taken a chance at Dusk.
Better late than never.
There was interest there. Not in a “let’s go on a date and see if we like each other” way so many of the stallions he’d propositioned over the years had looked at him. No, this was more the “please take me upstairs to the photocopy room, lay me out on the large book scanner, and buck me stupid” way. He could go for the latter. Soon. He ached, and the other stallion was so close to him he just wanted to grab a hold of Dusk’s choppy purple mane and have him buck his shaft with his mouth.
Dusk had to notice his lust. It wasn’t like the size of his dick was hard to hide, not in its current state. Damn stallion was noticing too, staring at the building erection, licking his lips. Carmel's legs wouldn’t hold him much longer.
Time to see if Dusk was up for spending the afternoon at the library doing something other than reading.
He sat next to the younger stallion. “I’m Caramel.”
“Hi.” Dusk swallowed and licked those pouty lips again. “Dusk.”
“Sorry if that jerk was an ass to you.”
He shrugged. “You didn’t have to kick him out. It’s not worth it. He’ll always be a jerk.”
Caramel nodded. “I’m surprised he hasn’t given you trouble before. You’re here a lot.”
Dusk cocked his head to the side. That curious look shot a tingle across Caramel’s chest, over his abs to his balls. The student was killing him with those big, curious eyes. He longed to have those eyes focused on him while he tied Dusk to his bed and bucked the stallion until he screamed in pure ecstasy.
“How long have you worked here?” Dusk asked.
Tying him to the bed would have to wait. Caramel’s apartment was too far away. First, he’d get the stallion alone. “Four years. I’m working on setting up an architecture class next year. Princess Luna gave me the librarian gig so I could get a feel to the school, see if I liked it or not."
“Wow. That’s neat.” There was that cute head tilt again, and those big violet eyes watching him. “How come I’ve never seen you before?”
“Guess you’ve always got your head in a book.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess I do.” Dusk dipped his head. His cheeks blazed. “What are you lessons have you planned for your class?”
“Well I’ve given it some thought and most likely I will cover the basics to start and then move to the more advanced material. The good thing about my class is you’ll be able to use your gifts whether it be magic, flight, or that tail thing we earth ponies do to your own advantage while building.”
“Have you thought about talking to the Princess and having your class work on writing out blueprints for a design of a new concert hall for the palace? I’m sure even the royals would appreciate it.”
“No I haven't but that is a wonderful idea thank you.”
Yeah, this was his stallion. Caramel had to have him. No pony ever knew what the heck he was talking about. He hadn’t come across anypony in a long time who he could talk to. Not anypony who could handle him in bed—handle how rough he could be, how controlling. There was just something about Dusk. The stallion would like it. He’d beg for it.
A plan formed. He grinned. “You like astrology, huh?”
The student lifted the book and stared at it like he’d forgotten it existed. “I like to read. Anything. Everything. I mean—”
Caramel held up a hoof. “Don’t hurt yourself. I like how much you read. I work in a library, remember? I might not read as much as you, but I do read. You’re a smart pony, Dusk. That doesn’t bother me, or scare me, or make me want you any less.”
Dusk bolted upright. “Really?”
“Really.”
His eyes widened. “Wait. You want me? Like…want me?” His voice grew husky on the last of his words.
“I do. Why don’t we take a ride in the elevator? The seventh floor of the library has a huge collection of old star maps and research you might like to see. You need a staff escort to enter the archives. I’ll take you.” There were private reading cubicles with doors and real walls up there, instead of the flimsy partition walls most other study cubicles in the library had. No need to mention that last bit to Dusk. He’d play this out one step at a time.
Dusk’s tongue darted out to lick across his bottom lip. He nodded.
Caramel chuckled and stood. “I’m off work in ten minutes. Meet me at the elevators.” He forced himself to step away from the table and the stallion whose head was still bobbing in agreement. He’d clock out and head to his locker. There lube in his bag, in case the visit to the pop culture library went as he planned.
And if it didn’t?
Not possible. He was ready for what Dusk wanted. He was sure of it.
First things first. He’d show Dusk a few maps, and then, show him reading wasn’t the only great experience to be had at the university library.
-◘-
Dusk clutched the book to his chest as the librarian walked away.
Caramel.
Now he had a name to go with his jerk-off sessions. Although, maybe there was a chance he wouldn’t need to use his imagination to enjoy the stallion.
Caramel was smart and strong and wanted him—him.
He stuffed the book into his bag and headed for the elevators. No sense waiting any longer. If he sat too long, he might lose his nerve.
Even if the pony didn’t want anything physical with him, he would get to see the astrology archive. He hadn’t bothered to ask if he could view the collection. That Caramel had thought to show it to him was another reason in a growing list why he was rushing across the library sporting a stiff prick.
If only he could head back to his dorm and get in a little private time. Dusk couldn’t actually want to do anything with him? Not in the library? That would be…way too cool to be real. Sex in the library? With a stallion who looked like Caramel? Reliving a moment like that would get him through the next year.
Dusk quickened his pace. No, it’d be enough to get him through graduation.
Caramel met him at the elevators ten minutes later. Dusk shuffled his hooves hoping it helped to hide his erection from the world but disappointed it would hide it from Caramel, hide how crazy with desire he was. Surprising. He was never so bold.
Caramel stepped close, ignoring the safe distance most stallions kept to out in public. “You ready?”
The smell of him overwhelmed Dusk again.The aroma could be bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac; it was heady and erotic and damn irresistible. Unable to stop himself, he leaned in. “Ready.”
“Come on, then.” Caramel grabbed his foreleg, tugged him into the elevator, and hit the seventh floor button before anypony else could slip in with them.
The stallion’s hoof around Dusk foreleg wasn’t a painful tug, but it was strong and restraining. The grip suggested a power he longed to know. He wanted to grab the stallion’s hoof and have it ease his throbbing member. He was never that bold. He loved what this stallion did to him, loved how desperate and ravenous he grew being close to Carmel.
Once the doors closed, Caramel faced him, pressing close. The force of the stallion’s weight crowded Dusk against the carpeted elevator wall. He seized the moment. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Please.”
Caramel groaned a low sound. “I like a stallion who knows how to beg.”
Dusk could beg. It was one of the reasons most stallions didn’t like him. They said it made him sound needy and clingy and inexperienced. But Caramel liked it. “Please, kiss me.”
Caramel plastered his entire body against him, causing them both to stand on their back legs as he pinned him to the wall. The pressure of groin against groin, chest to chest, almost had Dusk rocking and going off like a teen getting his first hoof job. He put his hooves around Caramel’s shoulders. He laid, breathing deep, hoping like buck he could keep from jacking off once their lips met.
Caramel paused. Their mouths so close, the stallion’s breath heated Dusk’s lips. He said, “You have the best mouth. I want to taste those lips.”
Dusk whimpered. He couldn’t stop it from spilling out. It was an uncontrolled as breathing.
“I like that sound, Dusk.” Caramel leaned forward and brought their mouths together, a brush of warm lips. He slid his tongue across Dusk’s lower lip, tasting, teasing. The kiss was soft and slow and not like any Dusk had ever known. It consumed him. He wanted more of Caramel, needed more of his tongue, his lips, his hooves. He twisted a hoof in Caramel’s mane and tugged.
Caramel shoved his body against Dusk and smashed their mouths together, turning the kiss urgent. He drove his tongue deeper. His hooves landed on Dusk’s ass and dug in, grinding their groins together.
The pull of that grip, the sharp jab of hooves as they buried in his ass, had Dusk’s balls drawing up. He was close. He whimpered again, the sound muffling as it filled Caramel’s mouth.
A chime sounded above their heads.
Caramel jerked away, keeping his right hoof on Dusk’s ass for a moment more. The doors slid open. The librarian removed his hoof and strode out of the elevator.
His breath hitching, Dusk leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and focused on getting air into his lungs.
As the fog in his mind cleared, he opened his eyes. Caramel smiled at him from where he stood outside the elevator next to a set of glass doors.
He pushed away from the wall, hoping he could keep from tripping. He had to get back to touching Caramel, had to know what else that stallion could do to him, what else the stallion could give him. Like a needle in a compass, pointing to true north, he made his way to the stallion in no time.
-◘-
What the buck had happened between the first floor and the seventh?
The idea of fooling around in a private library cubicle had Caramel hot and bothered, sure. Making out like a couple of teens, groping in the damn elevator where anypony could have seen them when the doors opened? That was crazy, and risky, and salacious as buck.
The way Dusk had looked at him, clutched, rocked, his body begging for more, had him losing all his resolve. He’d meant to take a quick taste. See if the stallion would resist a simple kiss so he’d know which way the wind was blowing. He didn’t mean for it to go from zero to ninety so fast. He simply couldn’t stop it. The way Dusk trembled under his touch as the kiss intensified almost had him turning Dusk around bucking him right there in the damn elevator. Screw his job.
Caramel liked his sex intense, but he’d never been with somepony who responded with such immediate need. Dusk’s hunger called to him.
As Dusk moved from the elevator to his side, those wide violet eyes watched Caramel, never looking away. It was invigorating—how much the younger stallion wanted him. It gave him all sorts of ideas on how to torment the stallion, tease him until Dusk begged to cum.
Forget the astrology tour. He’d be seeing Dusk again. He’d have to. There’d be time for dating, dinner, and tours of the library later. Then a thought occurred to him. A creative, wonderful, tantalizing thought. Caramel headed for the glass doors.
“Wait,” Dusk said, his voice breathless, shaky. He shifted on his hooves. “I was thinking…if you want to, we could go somewhere else…instead.”
Caramel smiled again and went to Dusk. He ran a hoof through the dark purple hair and followed the curve of the stallion’s cheek to those kiss-swollen, wet lips. “Trust me. I won’t keep you waiting. Not for long.” He pushed through the doors and showed his ID at the archive desk, taking note of the few ponies and employees browsing the stacks. If they only knew what he and Dusk were about to do not thirty feet away. He faced Dusk.
The other stallion stood inside the doors. Those curious eyes were huge again, taking it all in. Books, cassettes, magazines, textbooks, newspapers, postcards, and other published works filled the shelves and racks of the collection. Framed star maps covered the walls.
Caramel’s gut churned. Was this one of his worst ideas ever? Now that Dusk saw the collection, hemight not look at him again. At least not like he had before.
Time to put his plan in motion.
He advanced. He leaned close to Dusk and whispered in the pony’s ear, letting his lips and breath brush over fur. “You can look at whatever you’d like, but Luna’s collection is this way.” He gestured toward a long hall that led to a back room.
Dusk stared at him. That delectable “take me” look was back. Caramel stepped away and released a sigh as Dusk followed.
Inside the comics room, they were alone again. Caramel closed the door. “Browse around. I’ve got something in particular to show you.” He punched in a quick search at the catalog station. It didn’t take long to locate the map. He tucked it under his arm.
Dusk wandered from shelf to shelf, pulling out one binder of old research after another. The broad body and curious eyes were driving Caramel crazy. He wanted to touch the stallion again. Either that or he had to go home a lot hornier then when he came to work. It was time for Dusk to give him what he needed —what they both needed.
“Dusk.”
He poked his purple head around the corner of a bookshelf. “Huh?”
“Come here,” Caramel said, his voice stern, commanding.
Dusk came to him. The younger stallion’s lower lip quivered as they stared at each other. Caramel brushed his hoof on the shaking lip. Dusk’s tongue snaked out, and the wet heat of the stallion’s mouth tickled Caramel’s hoof. Such a beautiful mouth.
“I’ve got something to show you. Have a seat.”
Dusk released his hoof and pouted.
He almost pulled the stallion into his forelegs and forced their mouths together again. No. The private study room before they went further. If they kissed, he wouldn’t be able to stop again. The next time the stallion was in his forelegs, they were getting a bit more than a make out session
Dusk reached for the chair at a nearby table.
“Not there.” Caramel pointed to the door of the closest study room. “In there.”
Dusk darted for the room.
It was lovely—the way the stallion followed his commands, the way Dusk sought to please him.
Caramel’s expectations were high.
He smiled. Dusk would not disappoint.
-◘-
It was all so unbelievable. Dusk was in one of his favorite places, surrounded by books—astrology books, no less, the type, other than magic. he’d enjoyed since first learning to read—heading to a private study room, followed by a gorgeous, assertive stallion. Whatever Caramel was about to show him, give to him, Dusk was desperate for it.
His body craved it.
He stepped into the study room. It was small, with two simple wood chairs and a long table covered in scratches and pen marks, names and numbers scrawled amid the amateur artwork. If he wanted a good time, there was a mare named Roseluck that seemed promising. And popular. Lucky for him, he wanted something else. His body trembled. He dropped his saddlebag to a chair, willing the shaking in his hooves to stop. The thud of his heartbeat echoed in his ears.
The door closed behind him.
“Sit,” Caramel said.
He sat. It seemed the minute Caramel asked something of him, his body obliged. Nothing had ever seemed so simple, so right, so visceral.
Caramel pressed close behind him and nuzzled his neck.
Dusk whimpered and closed his eyes. He turned his head to the side. Caramel shifted, placing his hooves on Dusk’s shoulders leaving his shaft fully exposed beside him.
It was instinct, a driving force that spurred Dusk to action. His hoof went to his side to please Caramel’s obvious arousal. He felt empty everywhere. His ass. His mouth. He needed so much more than this. Get it into his mouth and please him. He loved sucking dick. The sleek skin over the hard, full shaft. The way it filled his mouth, stretched his jaw, slid over his lips, throbbed against his tongue as it hardened more, it all incited his own desire, urged him on.
Caramel placed a hoof on his foreleg. “Not yet. Hold on to the back legs of the chair.”
Dusk clutched the chair and arched his back, continuing his attention on Caramel’s cock. He moved his hoof faster, moving up the shaft to get to the sensitive head, desperate to give Caramel the best he had to offer.
The heat of Caramel’s body disappeared, leaving Dusk bare, alone. He whimpered again.
Caramel’s breath drifted over his ear. “Have you seen this before?”
Dusk turned back to the table. A comic book lay in front of him. The cover was…well, like no other comic he had read before let alone seen before. He’d seen some amateur drawings online but never anything like this on a cover. Two stallions on a bed, one on top of the other, exchanging a kiss, their bodies pressed close. The vision of the two stallion, chest against chest, stiffened Dusk’s own shaft. He gasped.
Caramel nipped along his ear. Then the stallion’s tongue followed the same path. “Have you never seen an erotic comic book?”
“Uh, they don’t have these at that comic shop on the corner.”
“I wouldn’t think so. That place is rather... tame. The library has several pieces containing…explicit content.” Caramel reached over Dusk’s shoulder and opened the book. He flipped pages and stopped halfway.
Dusk’s cock would have moaned and begged if it could evoke sound. In one panel, a big red stallion was bent face-first over a table, his forelegs stretched over his head, tied together by a blue cloth. A tall, brawny stallion wearing only a mask and cape was kneeling behind the red stallion and had his tongue between the stallion’s ass cheeks. In another panel, the tall masked stallion was pressed on top of the pony with his cock buried in the broad stallion. The other stallion’s face was contorted in an explosive moment of bliss.
It had been awhile since Dusk had been with anypony other than his own hoof, but even when he had been with a stallion he’d never expressed his orgasm like the stallion in the picture.
He released his grip on the chair. Would touching the image help him understand that look?
Caramel’s firm hoof seized his own, stilling him. Caramel kneeled beside Dusk and wound a strip of cloth around his foreleg and tied a knot. The restraint mashed against the inside of Dusk’s hoof. A lime green tie. Caramel tugged on the tie, forcing Dusk’s foreleg against the chair leg but not tying him to it.
Caramel’s tie restraining him only had Dusk longing for the tie around his other foreleg, over his eyes, for Dusk to tie him down and buck him to the moon.
“This picture,” Caramel said. “It’s what I want to do to you. Right now.”
Dusk buried his face in Caramel’s neck. He inhaled the crisp scent and said the only word that made its way through his muddled brain. “Please.”
-◘-
Caramel snapped his hips forward. The sound of Dusk’s begging had him undone. His control shattered, he snaked a hoof around Dusk’s neck and captured his mouth in a kiss. He planned on demanding the stallion give him a blowjob with that incredible mouth, but he needed in him. Now.
He had to calm down, regain control before they went any further, or he’d never make it until he got out of his work clothes. He’d cum on his shirt before then if this continued.
The kiss was doing nothing to abate his raging craze to be with this stallion. Dusk’s tongue tangled with his, pushing hen going shallow again, finally letting Caramel lead the chase.
Caramel pulled back. He had to rein in his lust, take control of the moment for both of them. Give them more than kissing and coming. Give them what they both craved.
Dusk’s gaze met his. “Why do you want me?”
Did the stallion not know his own appeal? Didn’t he understand the draw he had? The power?
“You are sexy as buck. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” Caramel yanked on the tie. Dusk’s foreleg lifted and the stallion went to the floor hooves in the air. “And it’s time to show you how much I want you.” Caramel released his grasp on the tie, attacked Dusk’s chest. The warm fur offered too good a diversion. He ducked his head and led his tongue from his collarbone to his thigh.
Dusk threaded a hoof through Caramel’s hair, brushing over and over, moaning and rocking his pelvis.
Caramel continued his assault, creating new paths for his tongue to strike, scraping the skin with his teeth, then pinching and tugging. Dying to to touch the stallion’s cock. set your hooves on the table.
Dusk did what he was told.
Caramel held Dusk tight, back to chest, and stepped forward until Dusk’s thighs struck the edge of the table. He shoved the other stallion forward until chest met table and said, “Put your hooves above your head.”
Caramel reached for the silk tie dangling from one of Dusk’s forelegs. He wound the fabric around the other forelegs and secured it so the stallion’s hooves met. There was nothing like the moment when a willing, submissive stallion was spread out before him. The power, the thrill, the commanding vision got to him. If he hadn’t been so hard for so long, so desperate to buck Dusk, he’d extend the moment, make Dusk writhe and beg. But the time for such delights had passed.
Dusk shifted, rocking his ass backward. “Please.”
Caramel shouldn’t have doubted the stallion. Dusk had already been more of what he longed for in a lover than anypony else. Ever.
Caramel reached a shaking hoof to his shirt, unbuttoned it, and let it fall to the floor. He felt his shaft stiffen as if it could seek out Dusk’s body on its own, get inside the stallion without any assistance from his brain.
Dusk rocked again and groaned. Was he seeking out a connection with Caramel’s body? Or was he looking for friction for his own dick? It didn’t matter; Dusk was right where Caramel wanted him. Incoherent. Lost. Drowning.
And it was time for him to help.
He swept a hoof along Dusk’s spine and over his ass. He gripped the stallion’s thighs. “Don’t move. And try to be quiet. We don’t want to be interrupted.”
“No,” Dusk cried out. His next words were muffled as he bit his lip. “I need you.”
Caramel dropped down and spreaded Dusk’s ass open wide and leaned in, tracing a long path with his tongue.
Dusk whimpered.
The sound spurred Caramel on. He returned to the bit of flesh surrounding the entrance to Dusk’s body. He traced around it with the tip of his tongue, loving the way Dusk shook and twitched from that one touch connecting them. He pressed his tongue flat, giving the other stallion as many sensations as he could, and then he pushed his tongue in.
Dusk groaned and rocked into his touch. The stallion’s reactions were so sensual, so needy.
Caramel pushed on Dusk’s ass with his hooves. If he didn’t, he’d stroke his own cock and please himself to an orgasm. There was no way he was getting off until he was inside Dusk.
He stood and grabbed the lube on the floor. “Going to make you feel good. Going to buck you so hard, you’ll never come into the library again without getting a hard-on. You’ll never read a book again without cuming right where you sit.” Caramel gripped his own dick. He would’ve stood there stroking himself while he spoke to Dusk, telling the man what he planned to do to him—it was how he always liked to begin—but three pulls and he’d shoot all over Dusk’s back. So he sheathed his dick and slicked it up. He added more lube to his hoof and pressed it on the other stallion, loving the way Dusk moaned and thrashed beneath him.
“Are you ready for me?” Caramel asked. “Celestia, can’t wait.”
“Yes! Now. Please.” Dusk lifted his head. “Are you…going to…”
Caramel rubbed Dusk’s back. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. In more ways than one.”
Dusk exhaled and dropped his forehead to the table again.
Caramel brought his dick to Dusk’s body, took a deep breath, and slid in, grunting as the muscles of Dusk’s ass gripped him. Damn, the stallion was tight. He sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to plunge in and out.
Then the fight was over. He couldn’t hold still. Dusk was begging and rocking again. Caramel pulled back and shoved in, beginning a fierce pace, slamming his hips against Dusk’s ass.
“Will you,” Dusk said. “Will you…oh…”
Caramel forced his body to stop and placed a hoof on Dusk’s lower back. “What? What do you need?”
“Will you…my ass? Spank me? Hold me down?” Dusk’s body vibrated as the words left his mouth. His restrained forelegs shook.
“Mhm, yes.” Caramel pinned Dusk to the table, raised his other hoof, and smacked Dusk’s ass. The slap, the warm touch of the skin afterwards, there was nothing else like it. The rush. Pushing someone to the edge. He raised his hoof again. When his hoof made contact, Dusk moaned and trembled. Caramel pressed down on Dusk’s back harder. “Don’t cum. Not yet.”
“Oh, please. Please, Caramel.”
He smacked Dusk’s ass again. “No.” Caramel quickened his pace, driving into Dusk faster, harder. Dusk’s begging, the shudders of the stallion’s body, the way he met Caramel with each thrust, all had Caramel unraveling. He held out for as long as he could. It wasn’t long. He reached around and stroked Dusk’s dick. “Now.”
Dusk came. His ass seized Carmel's cock.
Caramel gripped at Dusk’s hips as he pulled the stallion back onto him, feeling the warm skin under the fur his orgasm crashed over him. Every shudder wracked his body. When he finally stilled, he collapsed against Dusk’s back.
The faint sound of voices in the room outside registered, but absolutely nothing mattered.
He’d just had the best damn orgasm of his life.
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Dusk drifted in the haze of climax. Words floated through his head, but none fit where he’d been. He sighed. “Wow.”
Caramel rolled off and onto the table next to him. “You liked that?”
Dusk tried to lift his head. It wouldn’t move. It’d be awhile before he’d be able to stand, let alone walk. “Uh-huh. Couldn’t you tell?” He was never going to forget. He’d have trouble making it home before he’d want to jerk off to memories of what they’d done. No one had ever talked to him like that, pushed him, taken control when he needed him to.
Caramel untied his forelegs, rubbed the fur with a hoof. He helped Dusk roll over onto his back. “Yeah,” Caramel said. “It was like nothing else.”
Oh. The experience had been powerful, intense. And not just for Dusk. For Caramel too.
Caramel leaned over him and asked, “What are you doing tomorrow morning?”
“Uh…reading?”
He shook his head.
“Studying?”
Caramel gave another shake.
“Sleeping in your bed?” Did he say that out loud?
“That’s right. You’re coming home with me tonight—where I have a bed.”
“Okay.”
“And fuzzy hoofcuffs.”
“Oh.”
“And where we can be loud.”
Dusk smiled. Caramel was going to give him so much of what he craved. “That would be…better than any book.”