NGD Tin and Tom | Driftyourbonewheel

Tin and Tom

“I’m Home!” Tom called from the front hall, as he closed the door behind him with a thud. The two-story apartment he shared with his roommate was surprisingly warm as always but seemed only more so given the chill autumn weather he had just escaped from. His roommate, Tin, was always going on about the cold and how much it bothered her which was understandable given the fact she was a kobold about half his height.

“Just a moment!” Tin hollered down the stairs as Tom was pulling off his coat and boots, stowing them away for his weekend off, as well as a large bag that he settled down beside the door. Upstairs he heard the pattering clicks and taps of her clawed feet as she made her way to the stairs. “So, how was work?” She spoke from the middle of the stairs as she leaned over the banister, leaving her at just above head height to Tom as she so often liked to do whenever she had the chance.

“Work was rough as usual, but with the weekend here, I can finally relax and let loose,” he said as he leaned up, planting a kiss on the end of her short muzzle. This drew a scoff of laughter from her as she continued to the ground floor.

“Oh, I’m sure I know just how you want to ‘let loose’ and to be honest, I couldn’t be more excited.” A wry grin was plastered across her face as she stood before him; dressed in loose fitting cargo pants around her wide hips with a tank top and open camo-jacket (sized to fit) upon her petit torso, she made for quite an interesting sight with her sandy yellow scales and polished obsidian horns. However, her most striking features were her bright golden eyes that almost seemed to glow whenever the light hit them, it was no wonder that she often caught Tom staring, and not just due to her Callipygian figure.

Taking a step back for a moment, their story before this point was fairly simple; Tin, new to the city, answered Tom’s ad looking for a roommate to help pay rent. Tin, being only 3’5” was too short to work in most common fields so instead worked from home while Tom did his office job at the bank. The pair’s relationship had been friendly but professional, at least until about a year ago when Tin accidently walked in on Tom just as he was leaving the shower. Amidst a flurry of embarrassed apologies, Tin couldn’t help but notice that Tom was not just big in the traditional sense he was packing some serious heat as well. Needless to say, Tin was taken completely by surprise but on top of it all, for some strange reason, she somehow felt betrayed, as though he had kept this like a secret from her even though it was completely his own business.

A few weeks of quiet distance passed between the two, them simply going about their days avoiding contact wherever possible, living as though in different worlds. A subtle tension building between the two as Tom wondered why things had gone this way at the same time Tin wracked her brains as to why she felt this way. It finally got to the point that she almost believed that she would have to leave the apartment to settle her mind before she finally gave herself an ultimatum; confront Tom with her problem to find a solution… or leave.

She met with Tom the next day, explaining just what she had been going through and how she believed that he was somehow the source of her troubles but she was surprised to find that he had been going through some similar emotions as well. Because of this revelation, she suddenly had an epiphany; the betrayal she had felt was that her own beliefs were wrong, Tom had treated her with respect and honesty where other humans never had. Tom had treated her like an actual person and not a nuisance or a burden. And with that, she realized another thing; she loved him and he confirmed it when he admitted that he found he loved her too.

Besides that, she now understood that she rather liked her big partner, and just how big he was. From that point on, they were nearly inseparable… so long as work wasn’t involved. But for now, back to the story.

“Well that part comes later. Right now, it’s getting late which means,”

“DINNER TIME!” They both shouted in jubilation. A little habit of theirs that had only grown in the time they’d known each other. Hefting the bag he’d left by the door, the two of them sauntered into the kitchen/dining room combo included in their humble abode and over to the table where they ate their meals. The room itself was a simple affair with all the standard settings of a kitchen with the added space and utilities for hosting dinners for the occupants. Nonetheless, neither of them would be doing the cooking tonight, for as Tom set the bag on the table, Tin finally got a good whiff of its contents.

“Is that Chang’s takeout? I thought they started closing early this season?” Tin said peering at the large paper bag with the afore mentioned Chang’s logo written on the sides.

“Yea, they did. Which is exactly why I ordered this ahead of time.” Tom pulled out several plastic and aluminum containers and set the feast along the wide expanse of the table top. “They weren’t too happy about having to stay around to give it to me but they aren’t the kind to turn away regular customers after all.”

Tin’s eyes glowed as she stared at the food, before she managed to tear it away to ask a question. “Did you manage to get the sweet sauce or the spicy this time?” She liked the sweet but Tom liked the spicy and it was hard enough to get enough of either.

“Both actually,” he gloated, “Turns out, because they close earlier now, they tend to have a bit extra to spare, so I thought I’d splurge a bit.” Here he turned a cheeky smile to her as he added, winking, “Plus I know just what you love.”

“Yee you do, boy. Now let’s dig in!” Tin said, hopping up to her tall seat and pulling a steaming container to her side.

“Yea, just be sure to save room for ‘dessert’ afterwards.”

“Don’t you worry, we kobolds know how to pack big things away.”

“Careful or I’ll make you eat those words,” Tom added, chuckling around a mouthful of general Tso’s chicken.

“And plenty more besides I’m sure, Big Boy.”

Things got saucy as the diners got their sauce and food sorted out, packing away the large meal with only the traditional carton of too sticky white rice left over to get lost somewhere in the fridge. Satisfied, the couple finally made their way up to their privet quarters, ready to make good on their taunts.

Tin raced ahead to their shared bedroom, stripping off her already loose clothing, before she turned mid-stride to slide the rest of the way to bed before turning a quick flip and landing on her side on their queen-sized bed. Now naked and right where she wanted to be, she posed as she lay bare before his eyes and awaiting his approval. “Well?” she asked, laughter in her eyes.

“Not bad, but the landing was a tad sloppy and you could use some work on your form. Eight outta ten I’m afraid,” he said as he sauntered into the room behind her undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“Only an Eight?” she groused. “What kinda crap is that? Even the Russians would have given me a nine at least.”

“Please miss Tin, show some decency. This is the first event after all and you’ll have plenty of time to pad your score in the next ones.” Tom honestly hadn’t planned to let this type of silliness go so far as it had but now (as it had so often before) he was finding it too much fun to stop.

“Mmm, I suppose. Maybe I could bribe the judge to give me the score I deserve,” she said as she scooted to the edge of the bed just as Tom reached it.

“Aren’t those the same thing?” Retorted Tom.

“Oh, shut up and lose the pants,” Grumbled Tin.

“With pleasure,” he finished as he worked at his belt. A moment later, Tin’s own hands joined the fray, batting his aside as she quickly undid the button and zipper on his trousers and opening them to the room.

His packed red and blue stripped boxers greeted her eyes and gave her a moment’s pause. “Oh gods above,” she panted, “I swear it gets bigger every time.” Her eyes were firmly locked on the somewhat intimidating bulge hidden behind the cloth of his underwear.

“I hope not,” he replied with a chuckle. “Otherwise, things would get rather difficult between us don’t you think.” He slipped his thumbs under the band of his boxers as he added, “And I don’t mean that in the good way either.”

Her hands reached up once more to stop him, “No, no… Let me. I like it this way.” He relented easily to her demands as she kneeled at the end of the bed, once more fiddling with his clothing, but now in a much more longing manner. With a surprising amount of restraint, she slowly pulled down the final cloth barrier between her and her prize, eyes glittering as inch after inch was slowly revealed before her. She slowly ran her long thin tongue over her lips as the last of his manhood was unleashed; semi-hard and dragged down in a low curve under its own weight, and not even fully erect. It pulsed thickly as it slowly reacted to her attentions and the heat of her breath as it washed over him. She’d seen it so many times and yet every time felt so unique, so unreal that someone like him had fallen for her, just as she had fallen for him. She gently wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft to feel the heft of it. Or at least tried to, for both of her hands would be needed to just barely cover a circle of his thick length.

She gave it a slow stroke along its side with one hand, her other braced against his thigh for balance as she felt it swell under her touch. She lifted it slightly at the head as she brought it before her mouth, breathing hotly over the crown before she laved her tongue across its surface, bathing it in her saliva. Tom above her groaned deeply in appreciation as she continued to lavish her affections on his shaft, its throbbing growing harder to handle by the moment as it stiffened further in her grasp. With one final lap against the very tip to collect the dew that collected there, she wrapped her long tongue around the head, drawing it into her mouth as she sealed her lips around its girth, all the while taking care against her sharp teeth. Tom unconsciously began to hump against her mouth as she softly suckled the tip, drawing it deeper into her mouth as she tasted the full flavor of him.

A sudden hand on her head gave her pause. “Hold on. I wanna try something,” said Tom as he withdrew himself from greedy mouth, much to her displeasure. That displeasure turned to confusion as he suddenly sat down beside her, cock jutting tall and proud from his lap as he invited her to continue with a smile and wink. This new position offered a small change of pace as she repositioned herself to better attack her target, leaning over his lap to once more lap and lick his cock like a treat. She let out a squeak of surprise as she suddenly felt his hand come down in a light slap on her own generous ass, her left cheek tingling slightly as her globes wobbled briefly only to be soothed as his hand continued to softly rub and stroke along her hips and thighs.

She couldn’t help but to sigh at the sudden attention, having always been a little queen whenever she could, but having him do so unprovoked was simply an added bonus. However, it wasn’t until he wrapped his arm beneath her that she began to suspect something, especially when both hands gripped her hips. “Woah! Hey!” she shouted as she was suddenly lifted and maneuvered over top of him, or at least she tried to say as what came was more “Mmph! Oiy!” as she tried to speak around his shaft still lodged in her mouth. His back thumped on the bed as his warm hands on her hips held her in place and his master plan revealed itself. She gasped as she felt him lap at her own most tender place and locked her legs around his head, smothering him between her ample thighs.

His face was now trapped just where he wanted to be beneath her as he gripped her hip in one hand and spread her nethers with the other, returning the treatment she had been granting him as best he could. Her own tongue was far longer and more dexterous than his own, but what he lacked in finesse he made up with brute force, lapping at her tender folds with as much gusto as he could and from the sudden thrashing of her tail and the loud grunting groans she made, he felt it was good enough for now.

After she could form coherent thoughts again, she decided that she was not to be outdone and redoubled her efforts upon her own task, taking the head and neck of his rod into her mouth as she stroked with both her hand and tongue. Long weeks of practice and play with her lover-boy had prepared her for what she did next, as she took a deep breath and relaxed her throat, slowly guiding the first few inches of him deep into her own throat, stretching her throat out and making the ass-kisser beneath her go cross-eyed. Given its girth, she had to work hard to fit it, even with her many practice sessions, still she was up for the challenge and soon had Tom seeing sparks as the sensations ran up and down his spine like lightning bolts.

For himself however, Tom was no slacker. Shifting his grip on her, he spread her with both hands teasing her with both his fingers and tongue, rubbing and teasing her nub randomly to deny her any chance of fending off his assault as his tongue probed as deep inside her as it could reach. Before long, the both of them were panting hard both from the effort and the pleasured torture they inflicted on each other; Tom with his tongue buried deep between her folds and Tin with her snout rhythmically bumping against his swollen balls. They were making quite a mess of each other as they teased and egged the other on with their mouths; tender licks and tickling hands drew their shared enjoyment to the limit and both were practically begging for release.

However, things would not end as simply as that for Tin suddenly withdrew from his cock, causing Tom to stop as well. “W-wait, wait a moment,” she panted as she shifted and twisted on his chest, “I wanna finish like this.” Now face to face with her lover, she manipulated his cock using her tail, holding it in place as she guided it to her entrance, groaning as the head alone spread her wider than his tongue ever could. With a quiet pop more felt than heard, the head slipped inside and her hand moved instinctively to her lower belly to feel it inside.

“Fffffuck you look good like this,” Tom whispered as his eyes roved over her form. His hands trailed down her sides and hips, gripping her buttocks firmly drawing a hiss of pleasure from Tin. For a moment, she was sure she would have been blushing were she able to; he loved her the way she was, no matter how short or wide.

In response, Tin’s own hands gripped his, prying them from her hips and lacing their fingers as she locked eyes with him. “Less talk, okay hun?” and with that, she began rocking her hips, slowly easing in inch after inch of his length into her, panting once more. Every inch she pushed into herself added to the delectable fullness she felt building within her much the same as Tom felt her mounting tightness around his shaft as torturous pleasure, teasing out bolts of ecstasy within the them both and forcing his body to squirm and hump in unconscious instinct, aiding her in slipping that much more inside. A wet slap filled the room as scales met skin and she finally managed to take the whole of his length, this was followed shortly after by far more slapping as Tom began to piston his hips, thrusting up into her as she repeatedly dropped her own hips down to meet his thrusts with resounding claps.

All the sensations and exertions up until this point had left them both with little tolerance for further play, each rushing headlong towards their own climatic finish. Focused wholly on the act, Tom’s eyes were shut tight in concentration, feeling and seeing her inner details play across his mind’s eye until a sharp gasp from Tin snapped his focus. Forcing his eyes open, he saw the impact he’d had on her figure with her belly bulged around his rod and her head thrown back as she gasped out her climax, whining with the intensity of it and squeezing his shaft all the tighter. This proved to be more than enough as Tom too groaned deep in his chest, feeling his own pleasure come out in thick pulses inside his lover.

On some unknown whim, Tom suddenly removed his hands from hers; propping himself up with one hand and wrapping his free arm around her in a hug, he drew her into a deep kiss, catching her off-guard as he continued thrusting through their finish. She only hesitated a moment before returning the embrace, wrapping as much of herself around him as she could, completely unwilling to let go and lose the moment.

Eventually, their emotions calmed down as the high wore off. Tom was the first to break the kiss but said nothing for a long moment as he caught his breath, the both of them panting from the rush. Tin said nothing as her golden eyes took in the loving exhaustion on Tom’s face and broke the relative quiet with a low chuckle. “So, coach,” she said between breaths, “Did I make the team?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Wait,” Tom asked slowly, “I thought we were going for an Olympic scoring thing?”

“We were? Eh, whatever.” She said, rolling off him into a spread-eagle position. “Sex was good and that’s all that counts.”

“Greedy, greedy,” he teased.

“Says you, Mr. Kickstand. I’m going to be walking funny all week after that!”

“You say that even though you can’t stop smiling,” he was clearly having too much fun with this.

“I’m not saying it wasn’t worth it. I just wish you didn’t have to make such a wreck of me each time.”

“Sorry but, you’re just very good at what you do.” Breathing was coming easier now for the two as they bantered. “You really know how to bring out the animal in me.”

“You’re just lucky you didn’t bring out the dragon in me.”

“You mean the fire or the wings?” He asked without hesitation.

“The fire,” she responded just as fast before slowly adding, “Although, flying would be fun.” Her eyes left his for a moment.

“Just being able to rise above everything… to get away from...” she trailed off. He knew she always tended to get this way when she was tired. The snark and sass falling away with the hours leaving her feeling vulnerable.

“If you could fly, you know I’d always be there to catch you.” The smile he gave her then was softer than silk and warmer than a blanket straight from the dryer. It was no wonder that it melted her heart, and even less of one that he caught it to begin with.

She felt tears began to sting the corners of her eyes but she was determined not to let them flow even as she had trouble finding the words to respond. A simple “Thanks” seemed horribly insufficient for everything he’d done for her. Finally, she settled for the best she could come up with: “I love you Tom.” And as bright a smile as she could make.

His response was as easy and heartfelt as she could have hoped, “I love you too Tin,” he said as he kissed the tip of her snout. “Now let’s get some sleep,” he added as he pulled up the covers, holding her tight to his chest.

Enveloped in her lovers embrace with his body’s warmth and the sound of his steady breathing to comfort her, she drifted off to a deep and easy sleep.