> PVFD In the heat of the night
>  by Rescue Sunstreak
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> The first time
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Rescue gave a blink and looked at the pile of pillows and blankets made into—a nest? Looking back to the smaller pegasus stallion at his side, he found himself lost once more in Ailan’s eyes.

“I... I love you.”

He watched the smaller stallion’s muzzle pull into a smile. Leaning in, Ailan rubbed his cheek along Rescue’s cheek. Tilting his own head some, he could take in the almost intoxicating scent he had no real comparison to. If one had to place it, it was the smell of the aether and a stallions musk mixing, like the smell of a first rain and lightning in the air. He heard Ailan whisper to him.

“Rescue, I am ready if you are.”

Breath catching for a moment, Rescue pulled his head back and looked straight into Ailan’s lustful eyes. He only thought for a split-second, before giving the pegasus his answer. It came in the form of his lips pressing to the other stallion's. Head tilting in and pushing into a kiss, it was both filled with love, and with a fire of want and need. His muzzle parted only to find Ailan’s tongue already looking for entrance into his mouth. He allowed it, almost reveled in the closeness and the intimate nature of it all. Yet, he could feel a flame in it, something that they had both pushed away before this very moment. Now, the big draft stallion wanted to fan the flames, to see Ailan follow through with the passion he felt.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Rescue could see Ailan’s wings out full, slightly up angled, and a very hungry look in his coltfriend's eyes—hungry in a loving way. He lowered his own ears some at that look, before spotting a smirk. Suddenly, he found himself shoved up and back, in the most playful way of course, landing back first into the pile of blankets and pillows with a gentle puff of air. A pegasus stallion on top of him, belly to belly, barrel to barrel. Looking up at Ailan’s eyes, Rescue grinned just a bit. “Hi.”

Ailan shook his head and offered a bit of a smile. “Is that a snake, or are you just happy to see me, Rescue?”

Blushing profusely, he took note of the fact the large winged pegasus had shifted so his sheathe was right up along his own already stiff member. Giving a little huff and wrapping his forelegs around Ailan’s neck, Rescue leaned up and nuzzled along his coltfriend's neck, starting to nibble a bit.

“I think you know what that is. Woe is me, a mighty pegasus has pinned me down, whatever shall I do?” Rescue said with obvious plastic peril.

Ailan gave a smile, then ducked back in and locked his lips to the larger stallions, resting his weight more on top of Rescue under him as he did so. The dark stallion, for his part, melted into the kiss, forelegs around the far lighter coated pegasus' neck. Both were lost in the emotions and the burning love they felt for each other.

Rescue could feel it, along his member and his belly. Ailan’s stallionhood was sliding out of its sheathe, pressing between them as his own did. Squirming some, trying to adjust without breaking the kiss, he was forced to take a deep breath, just as Ailan lifted his head breaking that contact, Rescue seeing question on Ailan’s face he again leaned up and nuzzled at his partners neck.  

“What?” Rescue blinked.

“Just, I want you to be sure. I mean, look, I know your past, you have not hid a thing from me. I know this in my heart. I just want you to be sure you are ready—"

Ailan then found a hoof in his mouth as Rescue looked up from his back with a slight smile.

“Oh, hush. You talk too much.”

Using his hooves to press under the pegasus’ chest, Rescue pushed up so Ailan was straddled on his hips. Looking down, not for the first time, he saw that proud ebony and pink throbbing member laying across his stomach. Giving a big grin, he used his size advantage, leaning his head down, bending at the neck, letting his tongue slide out and run across the flared head of his partner's shaft.

“R-Rescue...” hearing the tone just encouraged him. Shifting around some, he ignored his own wants for now. He parted his lips and took the head into his mouth. Slowly, no rush here, no need to be in a hurry. He could take in the musk of it, and taste the salty flavor as he let himself take in more. Feeling Ailan shift forward some, a hoof slid to the back of his head. This just encouraged him to take more in.

The salty flesh sliding across his tongue, pushing back in his muzzle. The flared head slid far enough back that he found his nose touching Ailan’s belly. The winged stallion sitting now on his barrel. A little gag, it always seemed to find that one spot every now and then. He choked that back and closed his eyes. He could feel Ailan gently moving his hips, bringing his own forehooves up to cup the other stallions rear. Feeling his lover start to gently rock, beginning to making love to his muzzle.

Ailan looked down from his angle, watching himself slide a little in and out again of the stocky stallion's muzzle. No pain, no worry, no sadness on his face. He loved Rescue, and now he was starting to see the big pony loved him back. It wasn’t what they were doing right now, but rather the way the draft pony was relaxed and open around him.

Spreading out his wings to make himself more stable, Ailan hooked a hoof behind Rescue’s head and started to hunch his hips a bit. As he did, he leaned forward, this had two effects. It pushed the last little bit of his shaft into the other male's lips and let him use his free hoof to grab a sky-colored bottle of lubricant from the top edge of his bed. Giving a deep exhale after, Ailan started to scoot back again, drawing himself out inch by inch.

Seeing the look on Rescue’s face, the tan pegasus smiled. “You had me too close already.”

Rescue gave a little grin as the head slipped from his lips and smacked his chest with a wet, meaty thump. “That was the—” he paused, spotting the bottle. Drawing his ears back some, not with worry, but more trepidation, watching as Ailan slid back down and off him, working his way between his rear legs.

“Ailan, s-slow, okay? It’s been, years.”

Ailan gave a little nod as he started to open the bottle and pour some of the clearish liquid down onto his wet, solid shaft. Looking down into the bigger stallion’s eyes.

“Same here, and I will. If it hurts if it is too much, tell me, okay?”

Giving a nod, Rescue laid his head back into the pile of pillows and blankets, feeling his rear legs shift around some as he closed his eyes. He took in a deep, sharp breath as something warm, slick, and yet spongy nudged under his ballsack and up to that ebony doughnut-shaped hole under his tail. Exhaling slowly, feeling pressure, feeling warmth, a gasp slipped from his mouth as his ring stretched open, and gave way to the flared head. It did not push forward, it stayed in place as his lover waited. Feeling his body clench some, holding tight for a moment before he started to relax once more.

“Are you okay, love?”

Hearing the worry in his mates tone, Rescue opened his eyes and looked up at the other stallion. He gulped a bit, then gave a nod, unable to put words to things for the moment. He reached up and set both trimmed hooves on Ailan’s chest, urging him to continue.

Ailan watched himself as he pushed in slowly, feeling the warmth, the clinging flesh around his shaft, seeing that ring opened around him, and taking him in. A chill ran up his spine, forcing his big wings to flare as far out as they could go. Shifting forward some, his forehooves were rested on either side of the big fire pony’s flanks. He found himself hilted after what seemed like a long time, fighting the urge to thrust, to just take what was being given to him as fast as he could. Sheathe-edge kissing Rescue's ebony ring, there was no more that could be given. This, the most intimate of acts, demanded the love it was being enacted with. His lips found Rescue’s as he bent down, locking in a kiss.

Rescue had never felt like this. Sure he had done things, though this was not his first time doing this, but he had never been treated so... loving. He was lost in the kiss, feeling his body filled to his very core by another stallion's thick cock. When the kiss broke, he gasped deeply, finding Ailan had slid out a few inches and then pushed back in. No rush to rut, no drive to just get off and leave. This, this is what it was like to be in love, and to share intimate things.

“A-Ailan!”

It was all he could say, feeling the pegasus start to work himself in, then out again only to plunge back in. No speed to it, but a steady and firm pace that was almost tortuously slow. To feel Ailan draw out and leave behind a empty, hollow ache, then only to push back into his muscular body and fill him like no one had ever done. An earth Pony and a pegasus, friends, lovers, mates. He was lost to it all, as they danced together on that bed as lovers for eons had.

As all good dances go, a crescendo was approaching. Ailan’s breathing was faster, his thrusts a bit more urgent now. Looking up at his face, Rescue could see the need. At the same time, a kind of shiver had started deep in him, building up as it crawled up his spine and down into his ballsack. No pony had ever got him this far this fast. No stallion had ever got him off just by making love and yet.

“C-Celestia! Rescue I a-am—”

Arching his back some, bouncing into the thrusts, Rescue gave a nod. “D-do it, don’t hold back! P-please.”

Ailan could hear the love, the need, the want in that tone. He did as his lover bid him, and started to thrust faster. The warmth and tightness started to overwhelm him now. He leaned over his larger lover, sweat beading on his neck down onto the chestnut stallion's barrel. Suddenly, he felt something almost indescribable. Rescue’s large shaft jumped, and a heavy, thick rope of stallion seed raced up the prone pony’s chest and belly to splatter along his neck and chin. At the same time, inside, the body gripped. It was like bands of iron clamping down around him, and it sent him to his end. Head back, he bellowed out a whinny.

Rescue could not stop what was coming, and when it hit, it was like crashing into a wall. His body clenched down, every muscle locked in place. He let out a soft whimper as he felt his orgasm rip up his spine, his shaft starting to jump and spew out a large strand after another of thick, discolored white cum across his chest and neck. It was, however, a warmth inside him that shocked him most. Ailan’s bellow, the fluid warmth in him. All his life, stallions had always used a condom, but not Ailan. He could feel himself being filled, he could feel the raw heat of another male’s seed inside him.

The moment seemed to go on forever, but as it always is, it came to a crashing end as smaller pony collapsed across larger one. Their legs tangled together, sweat and sticky cum mashing into their fur. Together they laid there, breathing hard and eyes shut. Together like that, the air thick with the smell of their love, they lay. Slowly, Ailan’s head tilted in and nuzzled at Rescue’s throat, he whispered.

“Are you okay?”

He could only nod at first, but his rear legs shifted so it would make pulling out almost impossible for right now, managing to just hardly get his voice back. “Y-yeah.” Then going silent again.

They lay like that for hours? Years? Who knows, but it felt right. Rescue had never felt right like this. It was always guilt and shame, now it was joy and love. He could tell Ailan was growing a bit softer, but it would be a time before it grew soft enough to fall out on its own. He had no intent of letting that time happen any sooner.

“Ailan, I love you,” Rescue said softly, looking up into his coltfriend's eyes.

Ailan was silent a moment, taken by the look, by just how sincere the big stallion under him was being. A soft nod and he nuzzled along Rescue’s neck before lifting his head once more to look his mate in the eyes.

“I love you too, Rescue.”

> After the Party
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Rescue had barely closed the door and turned around before he found Ailan’s lips pressed to his. Sure the pegasus was aggressive in love, but there was a fire to him right now. He could not resist as he was pushed up onto his hind legs and into the door behind him.

He melted into the kiss, felt large wings slide around him, and tilted his head. Ailan’s tongue was on a seek-and-destroy mission, that was for sure. It wrestled with his own, shoving its way into his muzzle in an all-out assault. He let out a little huff through the nostrils, and shut his eyes.

It could have been hours when the kiss broke, though it was pretty clear what it had done to him, going by the pink-and-black blotched shaft that had pushed out of his sheathe. Of course, Ailan’s was right there next to it, pressed tight and close along his belly.

“You, bedroom, now,” there was no room for negotiation in the pegasus' voice tone.

Rescue dropped down onto his hooves and started to slowly walk past his husband. Flicking his tail left and right “I... don't know, I think I might be tired,”  then he took off.

Diving into the room, Rescue was glad the bed was made for such play, as he hit it pretty hard, rolling just in time to catch Ailan and wrap his hooves around the other stallion. Pressed belly to belly, back to the bed he lifted his head and pushed back into a kiss with the fire and need that burned in his gut.

Ailan broke the kiss, and looked down at his now husband. Rescue was not accustomed to seeing such heat in the large-winged stallion’s eyes. His breath caught as he felt the other sit up and slide down off the bed on his hind legs, front hooves still resting on the draft pony’s belly.

“I... need you, now, Rescue.”

Breathing heavy, he gave a nod, then felt more than saw the other stallion shift around. The flared head of the pegasus prodded and shifted. Never before had Ailan been so driven, it was usually so slow and thought out. This, however, was a whole different thing. Rescue’s breath again caught as he felt the flared tip find the ebony ring just under his dock.

Then his head rocked back in a mix of pain and pleasure. Ailan had not pushed forward slow, but rammed in, sinking almost half of himself into the warm depths. Gasping out, “Ung! A—Ailan,” was all he could do, barrel hitching with his heavy breaths. None of that, however, stopped the pegasus.

Ailan leaned over him, pushing in more, and more. Small jabs of his hips to drive himself forward, until the sheathe base kissed the rubbery ring. He could get no deeper inside the stallion, and that was as it should be, though that still did not stop him. Rescue watched through slit eyelids as the pegasus’ wings snapped out wide as they could go and angled up some, knocking over something on the dresser, but nobody truly cared.

This was not making love, Rescue realized. This was a display, this was a mate taking his husband for the first time as a couple in the eyes of the flock. So it was, as Ailan pulled out and pushed back in, the act causing Rescue to arch his back, to let out a very loud and very deep whinny. Powerful thrusts kicked in, and each time the draft felt his partner's shaft hit spots inside him no other had.

Lost in the moment, the smells of a stallion's need mixing with his own, the sounds of Ailan’s snorting breath every time he pushed in, at the same time as feeling his own body react to it. His own shaft bounced up and down on his belly and barrel. A quick splatter of pre cum shot in the air and landed across his muzzle, not that he cared right now.

All he could do was look up and see his husband, his mate, close already. Hooking his rear legs some with a trick of bending them at an odd angle the mint-green unicorn mare had shown him, he looped behind Ailan’s hips and held him in place. This was, it appeared, the right thing to do. Ailan plunged in as hard as he could and bellowed out, wings snapping out once more as far as they could go, head back and teeth bared.

Rescue could feel it well, the flare inside him swelling up, Then, the rhythmic twitching that spelled the pegasus’ end in him. All of it had him right on the edge, so close, all it took was looking down to see his husband pushed up to his plot with all his strength, and it sent him over the edge. The big draft arched, and sobbed out as his own big blotched shaft started to jump, each time a rope of thick, white cum landing across his barrel and neck.

They stayed like that, locked together, Ailan standing on his rear legs and putting his weight on Rescue’s hips and belly, both breathing hard, trying to recover. The pegasus did first and said. “I-I should get a towel,” he said, huffing hard. “Before I... wait if I can just…”

Using his wing, Rescue watched him hook a dirty towel from the nearby basket and bring it close, wadding it up under his rump before pulling out. The big draft could do nothing but whimper and blush, thankful for his husband's care.

Once things were cleaned up a bit, they both climbed up on the bed to the pillows. Rescue found himself resting his head on Ailan’s chest and just listening to his heart beat. No words, no need to talk. He looked out the window and smiled just a bit, it was going to be a fun night.