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This story was written for SuperDuperDog as day #27 of Kinktober 2020. Today's kink was "Lingerie/Swimwear" and the story contains M/M sex and masturbation between consenting adults. :3

The Runway

The Basics

A true beauty could make anything look stylish as hell, and Morris sought to embody that ideal to the extreme as he strutted out of the bedroom and into the upstairs hallway of his home. At the far end of the hall, leaning back in a large beanbag chair which had been dragged up from one of the rooms below, the lithe red scaled form of Liu watched eagerly. He clapped and giggled, tossing his luxurious hair out of his face as he watched the pure white furred wolf begin to sashay down the hall towards him. Morris was dressed in a fairly simply cut pair of black cotton panties and a matching bra. The bra was made for someone with a modest chest, but stuffed with foam pads to fill out its cups upon the slender figure of the male wolf. As Morris approached Liu, he cocked his body to one side, stuck out a hip, and glanced down at the dragon as he teased one strap of the bra just off his shoulder. Liu squealed happily and cheered even louder, his eyes darting up and down the lupine male's body to admire Morris' form as much as his clothes, but lingering repeatedly on the wolf's panties where they clung to his curvaceous hips and the decidedly swollen, twitching bulge stretching out the panties clearly not designed for someone with such a package.

Spinning on the spot, Morris beamed as he padded back down the hall and slipped through his bedroom door once again. As soon as he got there though, he slumped against the wall with a joyful shiver, and unabashedly squeezed his crotch through the panties' smooth cotton fabric. His toes curled down into the soft carpet beneath his feet, and shamelessly he rocked his hips forward, humping his own hand as he started to stimulate himself through that newly purchased, oh so simple but sexy set of lingerie. He knew he wouldn't have time to cum, but as he thought about Liu's cheers and the dragon's shameless staring at his exposed, sexy, cross-dressed body, he couldn't help but continue to rub himself until his brand new underwear began to gather a rather noticeable shining stain of wetness at the most stretched out point of its crotch.

Only hearing Liu call out to him from across the hall made Morris pause in his self-pleasure, and with a longing but excitable whimper, the wolf trotted immediately back out into the hallway to see the beanbag empty, and rushed over to flop down into it himself as he awaited his friend's first venture down the runway.

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The Camisole

Liu's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he could only just make himself focus on the task at hand as he stepped out into the hallway and felt the delicate sky blue satin of his camisole top and matching shorts brush against his smooth scales. He heard Morris giggle in delight even before he turned his body to face the wolf at the hall's opposite end, and growled under his breath as he saw his companion in all things fashionable sprawled on the beanbag chair with legs luxuriously outstretched and hands idly running over his own body. It took a moment for the dragon to remember that he was the one meant to be showing off in that instant, but once he did, he began to walk confidently, seductively towards Morris. He was putting on a show, striding down a catwalk as he would have if there had been dozens of photographers and hundreds of modelling agents clamouring to set eyes upon him. But at the same time, much as he wanted to play out this fantasy of theirs to its fullest, he couldn't help but show off specifically for the one man actually seated in front of him. Thus, he approached the wolf as though he was about to slide onto the beanbag and straddle Morris' crotch, and paused just feet away from the wolf with his hands on his hips, his heart thundering beneath the soft fabric of the spaghetti-strapped cami itself, and his cock visibly making the front of his shorts twitch against that oh so smooth, sexy material.

A breathless moan escaped both men as helplessly, seemingly unable to resist, Morris stretched out one lithe leg from where he was sitting on the beanbag, and rubbed his toes across the front of Liu's crotch. Liu rolled his hips, pressing his straining shaft all the more firmly against the wolf's teasing toes, but somehow he found the mental energy not to simply lunge forward and tackle Morris flat upon the beanbag. Instead he turned that roll of his hips into a spin, taunting both himself and Morris in equal measure as he peeled his crotch away from the other man's touch and instead faced away from his solitary admirer. Swaying his hips, swishing his tail in opposing directions, Liu showed off his rounded ass within the shorts, knowing Morris would admire his rump just as much as he had when first trying this set on in the bedroom mirror. Sure enough he heard the wolf whine in delight, and looked back playfully over one shoulder as he began to stalk back down the hall just in time to see Morris giving his still tented, throbbing cock a swift squeeze through the panties struggling to hold it.

Liu barely made it through the door to Morris' guest room before his hands, acting seemingly with a will of their own, reached down and hooked both thumbs around the material at the front of his shorts. He pulled the gorgeous satin as far as the waistband would stretch without risking permanent harm to the underwear's integrity, and peered down his slender form to watch his cock now openly, freely twitch and dribble pre-cum. A breathless growl escaped his muzzle, and when he released his underwear gently back into position, he hissed in ecstasy as the waistline of the shorts pinned his cock flat against his belly, leaving its upper few inches exposed and still drooling abundantly in his excitement.

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The Chemise

There was no pretending that they were just normal models doing their thing any more. Not when Morris stepped out into the hallway in his brand new pink chemise, the front of its skirt already barely reaching his thighs, but now hiked up somewhat by the erect, straining length of the wolf's cock poking forward with no matching thong to accompany the seductive night-dress. He swayed his way playfully down the hall to where Liu was seated in the beanbag once more, whining in lust as he saw the dragon's cock half-exposed beyond the waistline of his cami-shorts, and though he was genuine in his desire to show off his body in this adorable, girly number to his friend, once their eyes met there was no doubting what was going to happen when Morris reached the end of his home's makeshift catwalk once more.

He approached the dragon, but this time didn't stop a few paces away. This time Morris kept walking until he was quite literally in the dragon's face, and as he rocked his hips forward just once, Liu's hands wrapped around his waist, cupped his gorgeous ass beneath the chemise's silky skirt, and took Morris' twitching cock greedily into his mouth.

"Mnhh... you look so good. A fucking supermodel..."

The dragon growled as occasionally he pulled back just for a moment or two, even then lavishing the tip of Morris' cock with kisses between his words. Each kind comment only made Morris more desperate, and soon Liu couldn't speak at all as Morris' hands gripped at the dragon's bountiful locks of hair and started to hump his companion in an ever more urgent manner. The wolf's only wish at that time was for a mirror somewhere nearby, so he could enjoy the delicious counterpoint of that delicate chemise sweeping back and forth against his body as he face-fucked the lithe, cami-wearing dragon. Even without the ability to watch himself though, the feel of the chemise against his soft fur and the knowledge of how sexily he was dressed left Morris unable to hold back for long. Just a couple of minutes later he shuddered, curled his toes against the hallway's hardwood floor, and with a greedy, joyful gurgle from Liu as the dragon sought to gulp down every drop, Morris began to unload down his friend's throat.

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The One-Piece

After parting ways in the wake of Morris' release, Liu promising the wolf even more of a treat if he let him change once more, both men could hear the other giggling through their open bedroom doors as they each swapped out their outfits one last time. Once dressed they hurried to meet one another in the other man's room, only to find themselves emerging from their rooms and out onto their makeshift runway at practically the same moment. Their eyes bulged. They whimpered and hissed loudly in mutual lust, and though Morris had cum barely three or four minutes prior, two cocks twitched hungrily as they stared at each other in their matching one-piece swimsuits; the same style, the same size, and both bearing the same playful tropical beach design of a blue background with a stylised palm tree curving up one side of their bodies.

Like lightning they sprang together, and within seconds the pair were in a heap on the hallway floor giggling, moaning, and kissing feverishly as they ran their hands all over the deliciously exposed curves of one another's bodies in those skintight suits. Belly to belly, nose to nose the pair moaned as they touched each other everywhere they themselves wished to be touched and admired. They rolled over back and forth, legs wrapping around waists, eyes bulging, muzzles gasping and moaning between kisses as swimsuit bound cocks grazed together.

"Ohhgodyesss..."

Morris gurgled as he felt himself rolled over onto his belly, and felt Liu's trapped but straining, as yet unspent cock grinding at the backside of his suit. His hands clawed at the wooden floor beneath him and his eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as the wolf surrendered not only to his still potent desires, but to the fantasies that had made them embark upon their little fashion show in the first place. This was a runway. This was a high end fashion shoot with an international audience, and yet here they were acting like a pair of shameless, needy sluts. No. Not acting. The wolf giggled. They were a pair of sluts. Gorgeous, beautiful sluts that men, women, people of any gender whatsoever would have given anything to look like. It didn't matter how unprofessional they were being, humping and pleasuring one another right there on the catwalk with camera flashes blazing and TV cameras rolling, with voices murmuring and gasping at them in disbelief, embarrassment and abject reverence.

"Gonna cum..."

Liu gasped to the wolf, cheeks burning hot beneath his already rich red scales as he bucked and ground against Morris' gorgeous ass harder and faster with every passing second.

"Gonna get these beautiful new swimsuits all messy. All sticky w-with my... ohhyes, fuck!"

He tried to say more, but the sheer intoxicating excitement of what he was trying to share with Morris was just too much. His voice trailed off into a strangled cry, and it fell to the wolf himself to finish what they were both thinking in that moment.

"Do it. Cum for me. Cum all over my ass, all over our suits. Oh, Liu! They're so pretty. But, mnhh, you know what's prettier, right? You know what's sexier than these suits, than any of these outfits? You know what everyone watching us really wants to see when we're strutting out stuff on the catwalk, or humping each other senseless?"

Morris wriggled, writhed, turned around on the spot beneath the dragon still grinding and bucking against him until they were face to face, belly to belly, cock to cock once again. They rubbed against one another, dry humping, frotting desperately as they panted and gasped and snarled and moaned in mindless euphoria. They nuzzled at one another, the dragon's lush hair spilling down around their faces, and the two lithe, swimsuit clad men nodded feverishly, both knowing exactly what the wolf meant even though neither of them had the stamina or coherence left to get the words out.

Them.

Not their clothes. Not their gorgeous, sexy attire.

What their imagined crowd, and indeed what they themselves wanted from one another, was to see them in all their unbearably hot, sexy glory.

And there was nothing sexier, nothing more perfectly deserved by two such beautiful bodies, than to carry themselves to renewed ecstasy together in full view of one another.

Nothing, that is, except perhaps doing so in two matching ladies' swimsuits, on the firm hallway floor, with visions of dozens upon dozens of people all staring at them in lustful envy as they arched their backs, wailed in gleeful unison, and began to paint the insides of one another's one-pieces with hot, thick, copious strands of oozing, glistening cum.

By Jeeves

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