Sedric was on his knees, his hands full. It never failed to impress him how many erotic titles a used bookstore could hold, especially this one where he loved to go hunting, and he really wanted to find something kinky and unusual to go read in a coffeeshop later. Something strange and surreal would have done as well, but he was in a sexy mood and fancied titillating himself further. He was glad the long, loose raincoat hid his arousal when he was stood up
The erotic books were of course buried at the back of the store, which was itself a labyrinth of narrow, dimly lit aisles built in a peculiar L shape. Tucked away there, you could feel like the only person in the world amidst its musty air and endless texts with substitute lives to lead. For a short while at least. Sedric didn't suppose any of those lives would be the lives of men in slickers being made to suck cock like whores, but he could dream
Whilst digging through the bottom shelf and feeling disappointed (though unsurprised) that there were no books dedicated to his particular fetish, he noticed someone coming and standing beside him. He paid no mind to it at first, other people could use the bookstore as freely as him after all. Part of him registered that whoever it was had come from the dead end of the aisle, but he told himself that they must've somehow passed him previously whilst he was absorbed. He did also notice after a moment that the mystery newcomer had dirty black rubber boots on, but tried not to ogle them. Then when he finally gave in to *that* impulse he realised he knew those boots. He was wearing them in fact
Sedric stood up deliberately slowly, turning to face the newcomer who gave him a coy, suggestive look as he stood with hands on hips. Same slick yellow raincoat, same glasses, same face and grey scales. The only difference was the pencil tucked behind new Sedric's ear
"Oh hello," the first Sedric said in a measured tone, "wasn't expecting you to turn up here"
The new Sedric replied by planting his hands on the old one's cheeks and pulling him into a hungry French kiss. Sedric went wide-eyed at the surprise, then for a moment he allowed himself to melt into the kiss before his senses and his nerves kicked back in and he pushed him away
"Hello too," the kissing dragon grinned. The other planted a hand on his forehead and sighed
"Damn it Author," he grumbled as he looked over his shoulder lest anyone be watching from further down the aisle, "don't you ever stop gagging for it?" To his shock and mild panic, 'Author' replied with a lewd grin and a hand grabbing his erection through his mac
"When have you ever known me not to be gagging for it?" Author smirked as his hand casually toyed with his prize through his alter ego's raincoat, hands taking in the familiar smoothness of the material and the shape of the prick he'd spent so much time playing with already. It made the pencil-less dragon whimper a little, much to the other's delight
"Sedric, we're in a bookshop," the non-author dragon hissed. "C'mon, you need to settle down..."
"Well you know what cools us down when we're horny"
"Author we are no-"
Sedric was rendered dumb in shock as Author just grinned and wriggled his embarrassed counterpart's cock free of his slicker. Sure enough he was stiff as a post, cheeks flaring with heat as he watched his alter ego trailing his fingertips all over it. "Are you stoned? We'll get caught..."
"Mmm, not stoned, no," the dragon doing the stroking replied, eyes on his work, "but maybe tonight. You should join me. I have some really good kush"
"You know I've never smoked pot..." the non-author version whimpered. Author chuckled and nodded. He was mostly flirting with his counterpart, in reality he appreciated the practicality of having distinct stoner and non-stoner versions of himself. But it was so cute to make the non-stoner version feel nervous and tempted by the proposition, the way his excited cock twitched in his hand when he said it
"Why can't I stand up to you?" the straight-edge dragon groaned in defeat, eyes closed now. Somehow it seemed like having 200% of himself ought to make for better self-control, as if one might keep the other in line, but he was always the one that wanted to keep them in line and he was utterly hopeless at it for some reason
"'Cause you're a submissive bitch with a small penis," Author jeered, "and you love the idea of wanking in a public place." Non-author nodded silently, they were good reasons. Author looked over his shoulder into the still-empty aisle behind him, then leaned closer to the ashamed dragon. "Just relax," he whispered soothingly, "lemme do the work, okay? No-one can see your cock's out, they don't know I'm beating you off. Just lean in and kiss me"
Non-author obeyed. He was utterly humiliated, utterly terrified of detection, and god damn he was eager for it. He pressed his snout again to his lustful doppelg�nger, tongues meeting as Author began to pump his cock more aggressively. Christ, he needed this handjob, needed to cum so hard all over the other Sedric, tail swaying, beginning to wish people *were* watching them, jerking off with them, enjoying this little piece of performance art
"Yeah, good boy," Author growled softly, "cum for me. Cum for Sir..."
Non-author cracked into a grin at that. "Sirs are supposed to have bigger dicks... than... oh god..." He steadied himself with a hand on Author's shoulders as he came in spurts over the smirking, controlling authorial dragon's yellow rubber, his voice a muffled cry of pleasure from the free hand stuffed into his mouth
"Good boy," Author whispered again with a kiss on the humbled and drained dragon's nose. "Now maybe you'd like something to fill that snout of yours?"
Non-author looked up sharply, then quickly over his shoulder and back once more. "Are you serious?" he hissed. "That's going to be a hell of a lot harder to hide than a wank, Sedric"
"Then we won't hide it," Author grinned. "We'll just go for it as fast as we can and if we get caught, we get caught. Deal?" Without waiting for Non-author's answer he worked his own cock free of his slicker. Worst came to worst he'd give the blowjob and jerk off onto his counterpart's boots, but he knew he wouldn't have to worry about that
Like Pavlov's dog, Non-author sighed nervously, looked behind himself again and quickly sank to his knees. "Talk dirty to me," was his last mumbled words before accepting the stiff dragonmeat into his snout
"Anything you wish, cocksucker," the standing dragon smirked as he grabbed his counterpart by the horns and began pistoning into his snout, feeling his cock worked by the expert tongue. He wished he had the opportunity to draw it out, but even he appreciated that time was of the essence. "Good boy," he growled, "suck it like the whore you are. You need a snout full of my cum"
As he was snoutfucking Non-author, the standing dragon's eyes darted between his playmate and the long narrow space ahead of them. He picked up speed, sure he could hear people around the corner and beginning to get Non-author's nerves. But he was close, all that cockstroking earlier had made sure he was good and aroused, and he bit his lip as he felt his own orgasm rising. More thrusting, more horn-pulling, Non-author's hands massaging his arse, tail nearly damaging the bookshelves with its frantic pendulum motion. He closed his eyes and snarled through pursed lips as he burst, filling up the kneeling Sedric's snout and letting it splash down onto his mac
Non-author was on his feet again just in time as guests arrived. He had his back to them, leaving him clueless about what they thought of two identical waterproof dragons loitering in the shop. If Author had anything to say about the couple he didn't tell his counterpart, the two of them instead quickly tucking away their pricks and bolting before the cats noticed they were covered in suspicious translucent fluids
"Good boy," Author whispered again as he gave Non-author a peck on the cheek
"Whatever, we need to clean the fuck up," Non-author replied with a grumble, "I'm not walking past the till covered in jizz." Author nodded, pausing and casting his eyes around. He grinned and grabbed a tome from the shelf. 'Atlas Shrugged'. Even Non-author grinned now as Author flipped the book open to John Galt's speech and used the pages to slyly mop up the spunk from his raincoat. He passed it to his alter ego who did likewise, and they stuffed the ruined book back on the shelf before darting out of the shop like giggling schoolboys, hand in hand to go find somewhere to have more fun
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