Ametrine willingly lifted his hips for him, though it was hard for Madoc to even get his hands into the right place as Ametrine swirled his tongue around each nipple in turn, light and gentle, as if he was testing out just what kind of pressure Madoc liked. If his head had been spinning before, the grey stallion practically floated on hair, his cock aching with a devout pulse that surely spent a dollop of slick pre-cum into his underwear. His clothes probably weren't going to be on for all that much longer anyway...
But it felt good to have another horse pressed against him again, sliding Ametrine's jodhpurs down with difficulty, freeing his underwear and the thick bulge of his cock hidden within. They stood together, though it was a clumsy fumble to get each other out of their respective clothes, undressing with a frantic kind of reverence. Neither knew how long the moment would last, whether someone would come back to the yard that later and wonder what the light on in the tack room meant, whether they were doing the right thing. It might have been more like the right thing if they had been home in one of their houses, in bed together, but the crisp bite of cold air set off their skin tingling far better than the warm glow of any radiator.
"Unff... Fuck..."
It was Ametrine's turn to swear as Madoc took the liberty of the moment to drop to his knees while Ametrine shrugged carelessly out of what remained on his top half, baring his chest. Madoc's dick was out and hardening, but he ignored it instead of taking the chestnut horse's cock in hand. Even though Ametrine's jodhpurs and briefs were still tangled around one fetlock, the other blissfully free, he was bare enough for him to take his pleasure there, nuzzling and lipping playfully at the very tip of the stallion's cock.
When Ametrine nickered and stomped, Madoc chuckled, pressing on a little, his hands roaming that meaty shaft, taking in how the skin pulled along the length of it, a little wrinkled, though it smoothed out as more blood filled the length. It was probably a good match in size for his when it came to length, yet the girth and weight of Ametrine's cock was clearly greater, at least to him, Madoc's tail flagging and lifting in obvious excitement. It may not have been what he had planned to do at the yard that evening (hell, he could even have been in bed by then if he had not stopped to talk with Ametrine) but it was so very much better than that, the heat of their bodies carrying them on.
It was almost second nature to take the horse's cock into his mouth, feeling out the soft tip, how it would flare in time, though was simply flat and pliant. He sucked down more and more, feeding the fat length along the cradling effect of his tongue, rubbing the underside, feeling the bump of the medial ring as more slid into his mouth. The push of a cock into his throat, just at the back of it, was nothing to Madoc, considering how he swallowed, breathing through his nostrils, his ability to breathe not cut off. It was something that he had had to be quick to reassure non-equine partners of in the past, that he could deepthroat and not worry about needing to breathe, though sometimes thrusting particularly hard could squash the softer part of his nose where there was no bone.
He grunted, nose brushing Ametrine's crotch, though the other stallion seemed curious about him, smirking and putting his hands back behind his head. With a cocky roll of his hips, he speared the last part of his cock into the grey stallion's mouth, those velvety lips parting deliciously around him.
"Go on then," he encouraged, a gleam in his eyes. "Show me what you got then...since you're so eager to give all."
That much was true, though Madoc played both ways, a switch who leaned more towards the submissive side. He supposed he was being rather obvious about his more submissive tendencies that evening, but it was easy not to care about things like that when there was a throbbing cock in his mouth, the ache of it making him want more, so much more. He pressed on, bobbing his head, showing off his skills as he'd been asked, though his hands were far from idle in the process.
They moved smoothly, fluidly, caressing the length of cock that was not in his muzzle before he sank, ensuring that Ametrine got as much sensation as possible, the stallion quivering above him. The horse seemed to have been holding back a moan and Madoc resolved, in that moment, to push him over that edge, to render him so lacking in control of himself that he would neigh like it was his first time all over again as he spent his load. Hopefully straight down Madoc's throat...
It was a challenge that he did not have to complete and yet one that he set for himself all the same, moaning, grunting, lapping and swirling his tongue around the fattening tip of Ametrine's dick every time he pulled back. Not a moment was left to waste as he put his tongue and lips to use, even very lightly humming, though that was only brief. He didn't want the stallion to get used to any single sensation, always keeping him guessing, though it was the smooth slide of his lips and mouth back and forth along the meat of his smooth-skinned grey shaft that was the crème de la crème of it all. Truthfully, Madoc could have only done that and he still would have rocked the stallion's world, though he wanted to do more.
It was a driving need, an inexplicable twist in the pit of his stomach, yearning and pushing, whimpering softly around the stud's length. It was inherently submissive to be on his knees and Madoc leaned heavily into it, not wanting anything else, not as pre-cum spilt onto his tongue and he did his best to look up at the stallion as he swallowed.
"Unnff... Fuck, that's hot."
Madoc smirked around the length of dick in his muzzle, tilting his head a little to the side, lips caressing, pulling, though he could not tease for so long without riling Ametrine up. The chestnut stallion bucked his hips with a sensual roll, betraying what strength had not yet been shown from his body. He thrust and ground with devout intent, focusing entirely on the stallion who was down on his knees, the grey lightly dappled, though his dapples could only be seen when he was out of his clothes. It wasn't that Madoc was trying to hide them, only that some parts of himself were quite naturally kept under wraps.
But he was quite comfortable where he was, his skin prickling with anxious heat, needing it, his cock in his hand, stroking, teasing, keeping himself hard even though the stallion thought that he wouldn't soften all that easily. The moment still sparked with a luxurious kind of attention, grunting around that length, his muzzle bobbing increasingly fervently in a lewd, wet slurp. Above him, Ametrine grunted, though he pressed on even more eagerly, his hands around the stallion's balls, massaging softly, though a rougher press here and there could not be avoided as things heated up between them.
He drove down, a hand winding furiously into his mane, dragging him there even though he went willingly. Ametrine cursed above him and Madoc stifled his amusement, for he was more turned on at how he was getting the horse off than anything else. Yet his heart surging in that way could not be settled so easily, pounding, his cock aching, even as that monster of a dick throbbed in his mouth. His jaw ached as he took it all down, the grind into his throat making him want to swallow, drooling a little from the corners of his lips.
Yet the flare was coming, plumping out more and more as it scraped deliciously over his tongue, down his throat, Madoc levelling his head and neck out so that it was an easier glide. Ametrine groaned, a deep, masculine sound that reverberated from him into the submissive stallion and Madoc held himself still as his muzzle was fucked harder, more ruthlessly, the very beginnings of the chestnut stallion coming apart on the air.
Yet he unravelled beautifully in a gleam of easy dominance, so smooth that it came quite naturally to him, the horse grinding, slamming in, the rough twist of his fingers into Madoc's mane dragging him into place. It only took a few more slams until the equine whinnied in triumph, his tail flagging while Madoc opened his mouth as wide as he could for the deluge that was to come.
If Ametrine said anything, he didn't catch it, not as his throat worked around the thick length of stallion meat, milking and caressing it, though it was a tease at best, something erratic that he could not quite control. There was no discipline or rhythm to the massage of his throat, but he groaned in delight as a load of cum disappeared straight down it. He felt it slipping there, pushed to his belly with every gulp he made, his tail flicking back and forth, hairs sweeping over the bare floorboards of the tack room, the smell of leather heavy in the air. The forgotten kettle was likely cooling, but Madoc could have laughed at the thought that they had ever been planning to go for a second coffee or a tea.
It didn't seem important anymore, not as he took a hot load of cum down his throat, eyes half-lidded, slipping softly into that deeper sense of submission, the world around him wavering faintly as if he was not truly present. All that mattered was sensation, desire, the pulse of his cock and how Ametrine's hardly softened at all within his mouth as he spent his load.
A little, it softened. No more than that though, not as the horse drew out, a smirk quirking at his lips.
