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Falco's Forgotten Need

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

Falco Lombardi leaned against the wall of the Great Fox's shower, staring at the wall and glaring at the sheet metal that kept the water from getting to the systems. The annoying side effect of the clean metal meant that he could see himself, and that was particularly infuriating, because he knew what he'd see. The pheasant closed his eyes, trying to keep the mental image out, but there it was despite himself: a tired-out bird that was still all horned-up despite the best efforts of his girlfriend.

He leaned forward even further, resting his head against the metal as the water dribbled down his back. He had no excuse to still be horny. After all, he'd just spent the last hour hammering a beautiful pink cat's asshole, fucking her up until she was screaming his name and begging for more. The bird had cum in her, filled her up, and then taken her a second time, hoping to get rid of this damn rut.

Yet, despite leaving her so tired that she couldn't even get out of bed to shower, he still didn't feel satisfied. Hell, that was no change, but it should have been.

Bonk, bonk, bonk went his head against his forearm as he turned off the water. He was as clean as he was going to get, anyway, so he might as well conserve what water they had left on the ship. Reaching for his towel, he wrapped it around his waist and stepped out of the shower, making his way through the locker room.

No point in stopping to grab a robe as he was just heading to bed. He walked out into the corridor, towel almost falling off his hips as he walked along. He didn't like the cold air that filled the hallways at night, but, well, it was better than no air. And at least the chill gave him a bit of shrinkage so that Katt wouldn't be asking him what was wrong when he finally got back to bed.

Why the hell won't you just...

Falco sighed. There was no point in questioning his own body. It hadn't worked the way that it was supposed to in bed for a while. Some girls didn't get him up at all, and the ones that did were not the average women. He'd thought that maybe he'd just needed something rough, something that only someone like Katt would let him do, but no. It still just wasn't the same. Not since -

"Heh, what are you doing up, Falco?"

The bird froze in mid-step, turning on his heel-spur. Leaning against the doorway of one of the rec rooms was his wingmate, and the fox was smirking at him. Falco snorted.

"I had to take a shower."

"Had to? Why's that?"

"Katt was in the mood."

"Heh, I thought she'd have tuckered you out by now. Then again..."

Fox smiled, and Falco knew exactly what his commanding officer was thinking about. That one time when they were still banging each other during the war, back when they were going from planet to planet and they didn't have any downtime, when they were both grumbling about getting laid, or the lack of chances thereof.

Fox had made an offer, and for the life of him, Falco still wasn't sure if the other guy had been joking at the time or not, but they'd gone through with it. The bird banged the fox, slammed him around in bed for more than six weeks while the campaign continued on. It had been some of the best sex of his life.

And then, at the end, they stopped. Or rather, he'd stopped. He remembered that day, remembered Fox looking almost betrayed at the time. Yet, it had been the right thing to do. They weren't that good a fit for each other, they were always competing, and besides, it'd be better if he was dating someone off the team.

Yet, now, the way that Fox was looking at him, he knew exactly what was going through his leader's mind. Falco shook his head.

"She got most of the way there. I just needed something to finish off."

"You obviously didn't get it, man."

"What are you talking about?"

"Heh. Look down."

Falco did, and immediately groaned. His shaft - humanoid, like all the rest of the team - was already rising, pushing up from under his towel and creating a tent that he couldn't exactly ignore. He tried to push it down, but Fox was already right there, grabbing him by the bulge and leaning in against him.

"Heh, unless you didn't actually finish up..."

"Fox, what the hell..."

"I know what you want..."

The vulpine pilot pressed against him, and Falco didn't have much choice besides falling back against the metal wall. He was pinned, one hand on his cock, another gloved hand against his neck, holding him in place as his wingmate pressed ever closer.

"Heh, it's been months, Falco, but I remember what you like. A nice hard ass pressed back against your crotch...a willing mouth, sucking you off...a tongue guiding you right into the back of my throat..."

Rub, rub, rub went that gloved hand over the bulge, until it was so big that the towel parted of its own volition to let the shaft beneath free. Falco groaned under his breath as his cock popped free, and he glared down at it like it was some traitorous appendage rather than something that just honestly wanted some attention.

The thought of taking Fox again, of feeling that soft rump pressed back against him, of hearing those moans...

"Come on. She'll never know. And besides..."

Clench. A glove that he hadn't felt down there in way too long finally grabbed him.

"I haven't had this thing in me for too long. Katt might have gotten a couple of rounds...but you know what you need to finish."

They went back to Fox's room, and in seconds, he had his wingmate thrown over the bed, the fox's tail thrown to the side and his cock pummeling that hole open. He groaned every time that he slammed in, and he shuddered as he had the regular reminder that he was fucking a guy again, feeling that ballsac against his every time that he slammed in and held it there. The feeling of the soft fox fur against him was different from the smoother cat fur, too, and he was never quite able to forget that he was cheating.

In, out, in, out, each thrust taking him right to the edge. There was something about the way that Fox clamped down on him, something about the way that the other pilot met his thrusts that just made it better. They were in sync with each other, able to know how to move with one another in a way that just didn't happen with Katt. Forward, back, forward, back, Fox thrusting his hips back to make his ass clap with the pheasant's crotch, Falco slamming forward at just the right time to hit Fox's prostate on the way in; it all added up.

He leaned over his wingmate, the fox's tail turned off to the side like some vixen in heat, but Fox was anything but the passive partner. He talked, he teased, he reached back and grabbed the bird's balls and kept pulling them forward.

"Heh, that's what you need...that's what you want, isn't it?" Fox grunted. "How much have you missed my ass...how much have you missed what I'll do for you..."

"Fuck...more than I thought..."

He hadn't even cum yet, and he already felt more satisfied than Katt had left him in weeks. There was just something about that magic butt and how it pulled at him, how it teased him, how it made him moan for more.

He jumped on the bed, pushing Fox forward, getting the smaller male onto his side. He yanked Fox's leg in the air, humping him from the side, using him the way that they'd had to do it when they worked with smaller beds, smaller berths. It was just a different enough angle that it allowed them to hit more sensitive spots, and they both moaned for more.

In and out, in and out, grinding his balls along Fox's thigh, feeling his wingmate squeeze down on him, milking him with that smooth, tight hole for everything that he had to offer. In, out, in, out, the feeling of that pucker pushing Katt right out of his mind for seconds at a time, letting him feel good, letting him feel right.

Every so often, she popped back in, but it was always under the comparison of being less good. He kept thinking of her, thinking of how he had hammered her ass, how she had sucked him hard and then let him fuck her dry, just for something special, but this was still better. Fox, knowing him, knowing that he was giving in to someone else...

He didn't know why it worked, but it did.

Sliding along his wingmate's thigh, thrusting into his ass over and over again, feeling Fox tense up as he came closer to his own orgasm, Falco knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He hammered faster, deeper, panting hard through clenched beak halves. In, out, in, out, each thrust that much harder and rougher than the last, until -

"MMMPH!"

"NNNGH!"

They came together, fox and bird, and they came hard enough that they were immediately soaked. Fox's spray covered his chest and face, while Falco could feel the backwash of his own load sliding out past his cock and over his crotch feathers, even going so far as to soak his own balls with it.

He panted, pulling out slowly, making the last of his seed dribble over the fox's balls. It oozed from Fox's hole, too, dribbling out and running over the cheek, down to the bed.

Despite how satisfying that was, Fox chuckled and reached down, pulling his ass cheeks apart so that it could flow faster. Falco's cock jerked upwards, throbbing once more, and Fox said the magic words.

"Round two?"

That was more than enough to get him to slam in again. Katt would have to wait til morning.

The End